#i'm laying in bed going oh i can't get this done i have something due. HONEY WE DO NOT WE'RE ON SUMMER BREAK

[encrucijada]

can someone tell my brain we aren't waiting for anything and we can sit down and write in peace

[chaepink]

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[w2soneshots]

Hey there can you please do something like y/n (also a YouTuber and she’s a very nice a sweet girl )y/n and Harry r dating and living together and Harry is doing one of those videos he does with Stephen,Chris and Will and maybe it’s just like she’s kind of in the background and cute little moments of her being in the video.

Lockdown -W2S

words: 0.6k+

warnings: none.

summary: you and Harry spend an average day in lockdown together.

notes: thank you so much for your request my love! I hope I did it justice💝🫶🏼

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y/username: good morning🌅 @wroetoshaw

-comments-

freyanightingale: morning beautiful💞

-> y/username: 🫶

y/nfanpage21: you're both practically matching🥺

user81910592: what's Harry filming??

I've been with Harry for around a year. We got together just before January 2020, and when covid hit Harry asked if I'd move into his apartment with him. We spent all of the first lockdown together and became even closer, due to spending every day practicing trapped in his room. When September rolled around constrictions were being lifted but we were still spending a lot of time inside.

Harry, Chris, Will and Stephen have recently started doing group videos on YouTube. I've been in the background of lots of them but usually go into the living room (when Cal isn't doing something in there) and watch tv. Today they're filming "Ranking the top 10 YouTube videos of all time".

"I'm gonna start filming in a sec, are you gonna stay?" Harry asked, his keyboard clicking. "Mhm," I hummed "I'm just gonna put my AirPods in." I said. "Ok." He glanced at me with a smile. "Alright boys!" He said loudly to the computer, a few minutes later. After around ten minutes Harry said my name "y/n?" "Yea?" I said pushing myself up from the mattress to lean on my elbows. "Can you quickly react to this," he pointed to the screen "for the video?" He asked. I nodded "sure." I got up from the bed and Harry moved his chair back so I could sit on his lap. "Here." He said passing me his headset. I put it on and immediately the boys said hello.

I reacted to the video with a loud laugh as I leaned back into Harry. Then I said a quick goodbye and passed the headphones back to Harry. I sat back down on the bed while Harry finished the video, which seemed to be taking a lifetime.

Once he was finally done he plopped down on the bed. I took my earphones out and smiled at him. He smiled back "I'm gonna get in the shower, wanna join?" I raised my eyebrows then giggled "yes, yes I do." I said and we both got up off the bed. As we stepped into his bathroom we stripped our clothes off.

After we finished "showering" we dried ourselves off, got changed and headed into the kitchen to get some dinner. "You alright there Cal?" I asked the man stood looking at the oven with a confused look on his face. He looked toward both me and Harry "uh- yea, I just can't figure out how to turn this on." He said. I laughed "you've been in this apartment for over a year and you still can't turn the oven on?" "I haven't needed to use it, we've got an air fryer ya know!" He exclaimed. Harry chuckled "just press," he stepped forward to point to one of the buttons "that one mate." He said. Freezy nodded "oh, thanks."

Cal took his food to his room and me and Harry began making some simple, quick spaghetti bolognaise. "Mmm, this is just what I needed." I said taking another bite of the pasta. "Yea, this is bangin." He said with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

We cleaned up and headed back to Harry's room. We sat on the bed and Harry began scrolling through his phone while I tried to decide what movie I wanted to watch on his large tv. Harry hates anything that isn't a documentary or based on a true story, he thinks it's pointless watching fiction because you don't actually learn anything. Which I understand so usually while I watch something Harry will sit with me, but doesn't actually pay any attention.

I lay with my head leaning comfortably on Harry's chest, our legs slightly intertwined and his arm wrapped tightly around me. Just before the movie finished I drifted off into a deep sleep, lulled by the sound of Harry's heartbeat and the calming sound of his breathing.

[paperdice]

Um reader who is tried af but can't sleep ....with hayato suo ....fluff

𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭)

"oh mister, can you make me believe this is not a dream?."

જ⁀➴ ♡ It was rather frequent for you to have nights like these, sleepless nights where no matter how tired you are, you can't sleep. A literal nightmare to go through without needing to rest, how much longer will it take to finally shut down? Will it be longer than last time? Or will you be spared and get some Zs sooner?

જ⁀➴ ♡ This problem was no surprise to your boyfriend, you can try and hold back your "I'm so tired" complaints but he can tell your restraining the urge. He knows it's been affecting you a tad bit often as of late, so when he finally gets to the scene of the crime you trying your hardest to sleep, he helps.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Hes had a few irritating nights of his own, so he tries his techniques on you for starters, to test the waters. His first attempt was trying to drink tea before bed, the kind that makes you sleep quicker, so he pulls out a row of options that he has stocked up in preparation. As expected hes already done his research on which ones actually work and read the facts.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He'll try melatonin teas first to see if that'll knock you out, if you're already tired then it should work yes? No, if anything the aching for sleep seems to either stay the same or worsen, you say that you're too tired to tell.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Alright now there's a challenge, if that doesn't work he'll try to find something to fill your stomach. Hes heard that having a full stomach while being tired already will help, I mean it happens to everyone when they've been tired and just ate a warm meal. Though it's already late and it'll take some time to make food, it's better trying now than later, and even a few hours of sleep is better than nothing.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Usually by this time you'll feel some affect being done to you and yet when attempting to sleep again, it doesn't work. Annoyance grew and he can tell by looking at your dissatisfied face, he reassured you that you will get some rest by the end of tonight.

જ⁀➴ ♡ How about changing your sleeping position? Moving to the other side of the bed could also help, when he suggested this to you, to you it was like he was getting desperate. Why would that help when you do it all the time when you're like this? You toss and turn no matter where or how you lay down nothing works.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He agrees with you. "but this time you have me, I'll be sleeping with you tonight. maybe that'll help." He smiled so softly and unbothered by the words he struck your heart with. Man he gets you everytime when your hearts guard is down.

જ⁀➴ ♡ You agree with him. Now laying on the opposite side of the bed waiting for him to come back with more pillows. You don't know why but you get the feeling he's taking more time getting pillows than usual. If you try and get up to see what's taking so long, he'll return just in time, and give you a mocker coated smile. "Did I take that long? I'm sorry."

જ⁀➴ ♡ The final stage, the one that always works, cuddling with Suo. A thought he had in mind to help you sleep better since the very beginning, but he'd never say something so bold to you. Not now at least, if he did you'd become a blushing mess and it'll interfere with the process of helping you sleep.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He usually sleeps on his back with his hands on his chest, he never sleeps on his sides. But just for you he'll sleep on the side, hold your head on his chest, place his lips on the top of your head for easy kissing access and wrap his arms around you just the way you like it.

જ⁀➴ ♡ He would rather prefer you lay on top of him so he can still sleep on his back, but he believes it'll make you lightheaded due to your current state. He just wants to hold you close at the moment

You were so unbelievably tired, your body ached more than someone your age should be. Today had you on a time crunch and you overdid yourself, but oh was luck on your side, you couldn't sleep.

"out of all the days.. this whole week I had been just fine and yet the one day I'm tired I'm not able to sleep.." whining to yourself, right now you just got done with changing and getting comfortable. Hopping in your bed and all, just to realize the rather unpleasant familiar feeling.

Worst part was, your boyfriend was over and you just got done making a big deal about how exhausted and overstimulated you were. So when he suggested if it's alright he'll leave you be tonight, you said yes.

Great,, if you go back and tell him nevermind after the scene you made he'll give you that smile. A smile that looks friendly and kindhearted to others but you can see right through it, it's a good thing hes a gentlemen and won't push buttons things further. To you that is

"Whatever.." was what you thought while making your way towards the room he was in. "Your never gonna believe this but,, I can't sleep." When he heard your voice he faced at you with his eyes slightly widen, then smiled. But not the smile you were just thinking of a minute ago..

A genuine smile that felt like he was saying "that's okay".

"You having another one of those nights tonight huh, I feel bad for you, after all you were exhausted."

Nevermind. Smartass felt like pushing buttons.

"yeah yeah I get it" sighing at being both wrong and right of what you were previously thinking, "could you please help me sleep I really don't wanna deal with this alone again.."

Suo hums at your request, giving it some thought.

"How bad would you say it feels? Would just cuddling with you help enough?"

"I dunno,, we can try.."

Now here you were, laying on top of Suo holding him like a koala. Arms wrapped around his body, head placed between his neck and shoulder and legs caging his own. His arms were holding you, one hand wrapped around your body and the other on your head, your body slumped on top of his.

Unfortunately, you didn't feel as if this was gonna work. You felt just as awake as when you walked into the house, this realization had you huffing through your nose. "How was your day?"

".. it was way too much, I honestly didn't expect it since this week was chill." 'I thought we were trying to help me sleep, talking isn't going to help' "tell me about it, how was this day the most tiring than the rest of the week?" Internally questioning his actions, you told him everything.

Monday to friday, thoughts and feelings about events that occurred, new faces you met and other stories you remembered mid way through. Suo was brushing your hair as you spoke, commenting and responding to your words. Pouring expressions into the info you were dumping on him.

"..mmhaannd yeah,, pretty much I was trying to, you know- at least help her-" your sentence was interrupted by a yawn. "Hhaa-hum- hhelp her understand how to do things.." speaking was getting a bit harder now, words were sloppier and felt more droopy.

"Did she get a hang of it? I'm sure your effort in helping her made her grateful." He added, his voice sounded so calming. And yet he still sounded interested.

You always loved the shared warmth you and your boyfriend made together when curled up like this. It always made you melt feeling him this way, just the two of you, where no one could intervene. And his soothing voice helped your mind slowly shut down, a feeling like no other.

"Mhhmm.." Fighting the urge to just lay there silently breathing was getting tougher, by now your eyes have already been closed.

"You tired?"

"..Mmm.."

"Thats good to hear, goodnight.."

thanks for the request anon! Ive been working on a load of requests and double checking them like crazy, when I saw this one I knew it would run smoothly. And I was right! you asked at the perfect timing, come back again if you're thinking of rolling again!

[stop-talking]

So I'm stuck on this shithole island, and I can't even have a smoke? (pt. 6)

Derek Danforth x fem reader

Word count: 3.3k

Tags: 18+, Derek x fem reader, no use of y/n, HEAVY angst, fluff, enemies, enemies to lovers, (very) slowburn, sass, banter, suggestive themes, mentions of drug use, withdrawals, rehab, mentions of masturbating.

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Derek wakes up in your arms, and decides that's exactly how he wants to start every morning from now on.

Today's the day. He's going to confess to you.

Well, if he can sneak out of bed without waking you up. That might prove to be a challenge, seeing as how you have both an arm and a leg draped over him.

Under other circumstances, he'd be content to just lay here and let you hold him. Unfortunately, there was a sort of... "incident" last night. One he desperately wants to clean up after.

So, he carefully moves your limbs, shifting slowly until he's off the bed. You stir in your sleep and he waits with bated breath, but thankfully you remain unconscious.

It's still early morning. Barely past sunrise, from what he can tell. Hopefully he'd have time to get a few things done before you inevitably realize he's gone.

As he slips out of his clothes to hop into the shower, he's suddenly extremely grateful you'd taught him how to use the washing machine. If you saw the mess he'd made of his boxers, he would probably have to off himself.

While he washes off, he goes over his plan for the day in his head. Derek has always been somewhat of a romantic, despite how things may seem. Dating is just... complicated when you're a billionaire. And the president's son. And a crackhead.

He groans and shakes himself out of his slump as he dries himself on a towel. None of those things matter here. Right now, he isn't an addict, billionaire, or the son of the president. He's just a man.

A man who desperately needs to tell you how he feels. Derek is sure if he has to spend one more "platonic" night in your bed he's going to go insane.

So, he starts to put his plan into motion.

"Half cup water... one and one-half cups mix..." He mutters, reading the instructions on the back of the box of pancake mix. Even though you've had him help cook almost every meal, he still hasn't learned much. He's an expert at standing there and stirring, sure, but actually cooking? Not really.

Pancakes, though? He's pretty confident he can make those. Hell, he could probably scramble a few eggs to go with it. You'd taught him that a couple days ago.

He wants to show you he's serious. How much he appreciates what you've done for him, and how much more he needs from you.

But what can he offer in return?

Breakfast, for a start. If he was back home, he'd either take you out somewhere nice or have his chefs prepare something. That isn't an option here, but he could make due.

Derek stands back and studies the stack of pancakes and skillet of scrambled eggs. It looks... edible? Right? Not terrible, at least.

He sighs and starts to clean up the counter. He'd made quite the mess, probably dripping an entire pancake's worth of batter everywhere. You make cooking look so easy, damnit.

Now what? Go wake you up? No, surely there's something else he can do for you. His brow furrows in concentration as he takes the dirty dishes to the sink. The sink that's already filled to the brim with old cups, plates, and cutlery.

Fuck. Guess he's doing the dishes.

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You wake up feeling uneasy. Something's missing.

No... someone is missing. Where's Derek?

After checking his bedroom, you stumble downstairs, still in your pajamas.

"Derek?" You call out, getting a little more anxious with every empty room you pass through. Where the hell is he?

"In here!"

Oh. The kitchen. Duh. You turn the corner and see Derek with his sleeves rolled up, arms plunged elbow-deep into soapy water.

"What are you doing?" You can't help but ask, even though the answer is obvious. He's doing the dishes. Without a fuss.

"Oh, uh... just... I used a lot of dishes making breakfast, and-" He stammers, nodding his head over to the stove.

"Breakfast?" You follow his gaze, eyeing the stack of pancakes.

Is this real? Did Derek fucking Danforth just wake up early and make you breakfast? And what the hell is he wearing?

"Yeah. I thought I'd thank you. You know, for the cake."

He dries his hands off on a dishcloth, and you silently take in his outfit. He's dressed up. Or, at least, what Derek probably considers dressed up. It's a little strange seeing him back in one of those silk button-ups he's so fond of after nearly a week of the regular ol' shorts and t-shirts his mom picked out for him.

Oh, shit. He's looking at you. Say something.

"What's the occasion?" You finally spit out, eyes darting between his clothes, the clean dishes, and the fresh breakfast.

Derek scoffs. "Occasion? Does there have to be an occasion for me to do something nice for you?"

"Guess not." You mumble, still a little dazed from everything that's happened in the past few minutes.

"A 'thank you' would be nice, ya know." He crosses his arms and gives you an exaggerated pout.

"Oh my god, Derek." Laughing, you forcefully un-cross his arms and pull him into an embrace, resting your chin on his shoulder.

He groans from the sheer force of your hug, and wraps his arms around you as well, returning the gesture in earnest.

Holding him so close like this, you can't help but notice his scent. He smells... different.

"Is that cologne?" You ask, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes as you giggle.

Derek's cheeks flush pink and he stammers out a response, tripping over his words.

"I-I always wear cologne."

"No, you don't. At least not lately."

"And how would you know? You make it a habit of smelling me?"

He's obviously trying to bait you, so you just roll your eyes.

"Derek. You've practically been living on my lap lately. I know what you usually smell like."

"Okay, well, I wanted to smell nice today. Sue me."

"You want to smell nice today... but there's no occasion?" You lean in a little closer, and give him your best teasing smile. He's just trying so hard today, it's adorable.

Derek opens his mouth to say something, but instead just gives you a weak smile. His eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips, and his arms squeeze you a little tighter.

Shit. If you keep this up, he's probably going to kiss you. Or you'll kiss him. And you aren't quite sure how to feel about that.

Still, you don't want to break the hug just yet. One of your hands makes it's way up to his earlobe, and you start to fiddle with his earring. Your other arm remains firmly wrapped around his waist.

"This a real diamond?"

"Of course." He scoffs, and with how close you are, you can feel his little huff of breath on your face.

"You aren't scared to lose it?"

"I have a hundred more just like it, sweetheart."

Of course he does. Rich bastard. You try to pull away, but he clings onto you.

"Hey, I still didn't get a thank you." Derek pouts, giving you that pitiful expression he's so good at. Damnit.

Fine, he wants a thank-you? You know exactly how to thank him...

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"Here, let me get that for you." For the first time, Derek offers to carry the little bag of essentials as you make your way down to the beach together.

As he slugs the heavy thing over his shoulder, he feels a bit of regret for not offering sooner. He likes to think of himself as a gentleman, but obviously he isn't if he's been making you carry this damn thing all along.

"Thank you, love."

All those feelings of remorse fade when you take his hand and smile. His chest floods with warmth and he can't help but wish you'd thank him the same way you did earlier that morning.

He still can't believe you actually kissed him. On the cheek, sure, but a kiss is a kiss, and Derek isn't going to complain.

"It's pretty out today." He muses, looking up at the clear sky. You simply hum in agreement as the two of you trudge through the sand together.

This is a way more romantic setting than the kitchen. That's why Derek hasn't yet confessed to you. Not because you make him nervous or anything.

Okay, maybe it's partially due to nerves. He can't help it. You kissed him before he could get a word out.

You kissed him.

Thinking about it makes him grin like a fool, and he squeezes your hand a little tighter as he walks. He still can't believe he got so lucky.

And hey, maybe he'll get lucky again.

"Race you to the water!"

Or maybe not. Derek groans and drops the beach bag, then rushes after you. He kicks up sand, then water as he makes his way into the ocean.

"FUCK, it's cold." He cries out as the water reaches his chest. Honestly, he didn't even plan to wade in this deep, but he was determined to catch up to you.

"Oh, don't be a baby. It feels nice."

Derek's breath hitches as you snake an arm around his waist, pulling him tightly against your side. Tentatively, he puts his own arm around your back.

"You're gonna regret making fun of me when I fucking drown right in front of you." He grumbles, still a little uneasy being this far in the ocean.

"I won't let you drown. Even if it's a little tempting." You laugh and rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

"It's tempting to let me drown?" He scoffs, feigning annoyance. It's so hard to be mad at you when you're cuddled up to him like this.

"Maybe." Your other arm wraps around him now, trapping him in a tight hug.

Derek's heart pounds and he can feel his brain go fuzzy. This is it. He should tell you, right now, how much he wants you. How much he needs you.

Unfortunately, before he can stammer out a response, a wave draws near. An especially tall wave.

He tries to take a few steps back, but his legs tangle with yours and he stumbles. In his terrified state, he only grips you tighter, effectively pulling you back with him.

The two of you plunge into the water and Derek nearly drowns you in an attempt to right himself. After a few seconds of struggling, he feels you hook your hands under his armpits and pull him up.

He coughs and sputters, then braces himself as that wave he'd seen earlier finally washes over the both of you. For a minute, he's certain he's a goner. The water goes over his head before he can even hold his breath, mouth still full of saltwater.

You hold him tightly against your chest as the wave passes over you both, then start dragging him back towards the shore. When he finally opens his eyes and shakes the water from his ears, he notices the sky has gone dark. Shit.

"Are you okay, love?"

Derek just blinks at you as he wobbles to his feet in the knee-deep water, trembling fiercely. Your hands cup his face, turning it left and right as you inspect every inch of him.

He pulls away, if only to cough up a gallon of water.

"Might need... CPR... mouth-to-mouth...?" He chokes out, laughing in an attempt to get his racing heart under control.

"Oh my god, Derek. First you nearly scare me to death, then you ask for a kiss?" You give him a light shove, but your face gives away the relief you feel.

"In my defense, I did warn you I was going to drown." He scoffs.

Your response is cut off as it starts to drizzle. The sky, which was a perfect endless blue just minutes ago, is now completely covered in dark clouds.

"You wanna finish this inside?"

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After showering off the sand and saltwater, you throw on some pajamas and head over to Derek's room.

Yeah, it's the middle of the afternoon, but with the raging storm outside...? Well, it just feels like a pajama kind of day.

"Derek?" You call out, making sure to knock loudly on his door. Don't need any more accidents. "Can I come in?"

"No." He croaks, and you're certain you can hear him sniffle.

Shit. You'd better apologize soon.

"Please?"

No response. Damnit.

"I'm coming in anyways." You announce, slowly opening the door.

Derek lies sprawled across his bed, one arm draped over his face. The room is depressingly dark for the middle of the day, and the dreary whether definitely isn't helping.

Still, his outfit almost makes you chuckle. He's sporting a green robe that you hope he has some kind of clothes under, and his hair is still damp from his shower. God, this man certainly has a flair for the dramatic.

"Derek, love? What are you doing?"

He groans as you flick on his lamp, burying his face further into his arm.

"Sulking." He answers honestly.

You sigh and hop up to sit next to him on the bed, instinctively placing a hand in his hair. A familiar tightness pulls at your chest as you try to find the right words to say. Guilt.

"I'm so sorry for earlier. I shouldn't have made you go that far out, not when you can't even swim. I should have-"

Derek cuts you off, weakly pushing your hand away.

"Stop. Not mad at you."

His half-assed grunt of a response throws you off. What? Not mad at you? Then what the hell is he sulking for?

You sit in silence for a minute, chewing on his words. Fuck, how do you fix this? He almost fucking drowned because of you.

"Still want that mouth-to-mouth?" You tease, nudging him.

That gets him to look up at you. His eyes are puffy and red, a sign he's been crying.

"Is that a serious offer?"

"Was it a serious request?"

You both silently stare at each other, for a lot longer than you probably should. Does he actually want a kiss? Damnit, why are you even considering this?

"Just tell me what's bothering you."

Derek sighs and tilts his head back, closing his eyes.

"A lot of things."

"That's real specific. Thanks."

Without even looking, he gently smacks your leg with a hand. Brat.

"C'mon, Derek? Please?" You lean over him, lacing your fingers into his hair once more. He doesn't want you to leave, not really. You're sure of it.

"Well for starters, my head hurts." He grumbles, leaning into your touch.

"And my throat feels weird. I think I swallowed half the ocean."

You start to reply, but he opens his eyes and holds up a hand, shushing you.

"Seriously. When we finally have internet again, check the news. There'll be headlines about it. 'RISING SEA LEVELS MYSTERIOUSLY FIX THEMSELVES; NO LONGER AN ISSUE' or some shit."

You burst into a fit of laughter. God, he's so dramatic.

"Wow, I... Anything else?" You sputter out, choking back more laughter.

Derek just glares up at you, so you gently tug at his curls and plant a quick kiss on his forehead. It's not... weird, right? You've already kissed his cheek. This isn't much different.

He lets out a soft whimper and shifts slightly, scooting closer to you.

"You wanna lay on my lap?"

"Please."

It's not a strange request. Your lap seems to be one of Derek's favorite places lately, as you've both gotten more comfortable with each other. So, you decide to try something a bit different.

"Here, no, this way..." You scoop your arms underneath him and he melts at your touch, letting you move his limp body how you like.

After a little bit of struggle, you get him situated between your legs. His cheek rests against your bare thigh, his stubble tickling your skin. Guess your pajama shorts are riding up quite a bit. Oops.

"How's that, love?"

He just hums in response, eyes closed again as you play with his hair. One of his hands makes it's way up your leg, settling on your thigh, right next to his face. He doesn't grab or grope you, seeming content with the gentle touch.

His hand is soft. You've noticed that before, but now, in contrast with his scratchy stubble, it feels even softer. He has the hands of a man who's never had to work a day in his life.

And here he is, acting like a lapdog.

"I've been trying to tell you something all day." He mumbles groggily, probably already half-asleep.

"Oh?"

"Yeah."

There's a long pause. You continue to stroke his hair, and he nuzzles against your thigh. Your eyes wander down his figure, smiling at the green robe. It looks good on him. It'd probably look better off him.

Maybe putting him between your legs was a bad idea, because suddenly your mind is plagued with images of him coming. Fuck, that was nearly a week ago now, and you can still envision it perfectly.

"Are you... gonna tell me?" You finally ask, trying to distract yourself.

"Not sure I should, honestly."

"If not telling me is making you cry like this... you should probably just spill."

"I'm not crying." He shifts, letting his head fall back between your legs as he pouts up at you.

Fuck. He's so goddamn close. You give him an incredulous look in return.

"Okay, I'm not crying anymore." He corrects himself, avoiding your gaze.

"Just tell me what's on your mind, love."

He grabs your hand and moves it to cup his cheek as he finally looks back up into your eyes. His expression is that of pure admiration. God, he looks so vulnerable.

When he finally speaks, it's barely above a whisper.

"I think I'm falling for you."

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Derek's breath hitches. He can't believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Above him, you look equally shocked. He watches as you seem to go through the five stages of grief, expression changing rapidly.

He just lies there, frozen in anticipation. Your hand presses against his cheek a little more tightly and you let out a sigh.

"Derek, no."

No? What the hell does that mean? Is this a rejection? His heart plummets into his stomach and before he can ask, you speak again.

"No, you aren't." You speak firmly, eyes fixed on his.

"Fuck does that mean?" He stammers, starting to get agitated. How can you so confidently declare you know his own feelings better than he does?

"It means you don't like me like that. Not really. I'm just the only person around."

Before he can argue further, you move your hand over his mouth, cutting him off.

"And you're not yourself right now. Not with the withdrawals and whatnot. This isn't right. I'd be taking advantage of you."

Derek's chest tightens and he bites his tongue. Fuck. He didn't think of it like that. Still, he doesn't really care. He'd happily let you take advantage of him. But how to explain that to you?

"It's not- you're not... I..." He rips your hand away, tripping over his own words as he tries to voice his feelings. Why do you look blurry?

Shit. He's crying again.

The worst part is, you're making sense. He can't say with 100% confidence that his feelings for you haven't at all been influenced by the fact you're the only one here with him. Would he have fallen for anyone given these circumstances? Derek isn't sure.

You seem to notice his wavering resolve, because you sigh and gently move him from between your legs.

"Where are you going?" He chokes back a sob, sitting up as you slide off the bed.

"Gonna make dinner."

You turn and leave without another word. When the door clicks shut, Derek just flops back down on the bed, letting the despair take him.

Hey, maybe he'd cry out that gallon of saltwater he swallowed.

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Author's note: Sorry for the wait on this chapter... I went a little off-track and wrote some smut about being Mike Schmidt's dentist. Oops.

Anyways, I hope this chapter is as angsty as I intended. I'm trying here. I'm always open to constructive criticism, or feedback of any kind, really. Feel free to put an anonymous message in my inbox, or leave a comment. Is there anything I've written that made you cringe? Are there slow parts that you skim over? Are there any words that you've noticed I use too frequently?

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[prim-and-rotten]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 girls night

pairing: (fem)yandere!bestfriend x reader

summary: during a relaxing sleepover with your best friend, you try to cancel the next in favor of a new guy.

a/n: not sure I like how I ended it but ill post it anyway. a tame one for my first

warnings: implied stalking and murder at the end

delicate fingers draw random shapes around your back. jasmine is humming softly to her playlist in the background, a private one, tailor made to suit both of your tastes. it's melodies are blurred and distant, dulled by the heavy blanket of exhaustion enveloping you.

your nights spent together always come to a close like this. Next to two emptied wine glasses sitting at her bedside table, you're now both laying on the softness of her queen sized bed. skincare done, another matching set of glossy polish sticking to your nails, dressed in warm matching pjs she bought a few days prior for the occasion, and hair put up in another heatless overnight curl hack you found online.

"are you falling asleep already?" you can hear the cheeky grin in her voice. the sun is down and the lights are dim, the clock at her bedside table reading 23:36. "It's friday, sleepyhead... i was hoping we'd stay up a little longer." with a quiet snicker, her hand is now resting flat against your back, and it takes a stupid amount of strength in you to not whine and ask her to keep going. really, how could she blame you? she always goes out of her way to make you as comfortable as possible and then acts confused when your eyelids start feeling heavy.

"what else did you have planned for tonight?" you stay still, knowing that if you get her talking and focused on something else she'll go back to aimlessly drawing shapes into your back. and she does. "i was thinking we should watch another scary movie." a sigh escapes you. "you always pick the worst, it's gonna keep me up all night." she snickers again, a bit louder this time now that she knows you're not asleep. "oh no, you'll have to spend more time with me. how terrible!". her hand is on your arm now. "come on, you know that's not what i meant."

a silent beat passes, and her comforting touch almost lulls you back to sleep. almost.

"fine. then before you sleep, let's pick out a recipe for sunday's dinner. you should come over earlier so we can make it together, it'll be fun. i'm getting tired of takeout." she's playing with your hand now, admiring her work and already thinking of what color she should paint your nails next once they start chipping.

sunday. you have your sleepovers on fridays and sundays. sometimes when your schedule allows it, you have them on saturdays too. it's something you've been doing together since high school, and while your schedule now is a little more busy due to school and your part time jobs, you still try to stay consistent with your established routine. you have to pick up your coworkers shift tomorrow, so the next one should be on sunday. wait... you changed plans for sunday. right, your date. you never told her about that. shit.

"actually, i can't do sunday.." she pauses. "why? I thought you're free," the dissatisfaction is clear in her tone. you already know how she's going to react once you tell her, but you can't come up with a lie on the spot. so with no choice left, you finally turn to her and hesitantly begin to explain.

"do you remember seth from last week?" her eyebrows furrow. you met seth after she regrettably left you unattended for a quick trip to the bathroom at the frat party you dragged her to last week, one she really, really did not want to go to. if there's one thing jas hates, it's sweaty frat boys making moves on her and worst of all you. she couldn't care less about making new girl friends either because she already has you, and in her eyes you're all she really needs.

"no." that's a lie. yes she remembers, unfortunately so. when she saw you two tucked away at a corner a little too close for comfort, she almost gagged. she walked, no, practically ran to you to drag you away from his filthy hands. what could he possibly have said to you to put that smile on your face? it's not the kind you give to her, it's cute and shy and your cheeks are red and she can't tell if it's the alcohol in your system or him who made them bloom into that pretty color. seth, whose name honestly rolls off her tongue like shit. seth, the greasy frat boy with the ugly mug. the one you're somehow actually interested in. great.

"you don't? i don't remember you drinking that much." your voice is quieter, like you're trying to tread lightly. because of course you are, she's doing a pretty terrible job at hiding her disgust, and at this realization she tries to tone it down for your sake. "yeah I don't, remind me." so you do. just in case you drop some details about the conversation you had at the party, so she doesn't have to ask outright for all the details and out herself for being obsessive. but you don't add anything new about the party, instead, you tell her you had been texting for just a few days now. he has your number. yuck.

"you've been texting and you didn't tell me?" she can feel the tension in the room now, the same room that was previously occupied by nothing but warmth and comfort. she's trying to backtrack now, putting away the face of slight disgust she had put up and replacing it with a smile of disbelief at an attempt at making you feel less guilty. she knows why you wouldn't tell her right away, this isn't the first time she's reacted to this kind of thing negatively. this is not a habit she wants you to form, so she needs to do some damage control. to make you feel comfortable with talking about your love life again. how is she supposed to protect you from these greaseballs if she doesn't know you're speaking to them in the first place?

so she brings back the playfulness that was there before. she's playing with your hand again to put you at ease, so that you hopefully start rambling about him, and luckily you do.

he approached you at the party and you found him funny so you exchanged numbers. you've been texting back and forth for the past 4 days. you think he's cute and charming. he asked you out 2 days ago, and your schedules only allowed for the date to happen on sunday. you're really looking forward to it. how unfortunate.

"isn't it a bit early? i don't really trust him." you let out a chuckle at that, "i could count the amount of people you trust in one hand." touché. "i'm just looking out for you." you sigh. "i know, but you don't have to. i can handle it." she raises an eyebrow at that, and you know exactly what she's about to say. "don't forget who was left picking up the pieces every time you got stood up. I don't mean to be a dick by bringing it up but i'm the one who's left having to take care of you, and i hate seeing you cry over the same breed of asshole over and over again." there's another beat of silence.

shes right of course, so you can't really come up with another rebuttal. "you know where to go if something happens," and you do. every last date you've gone to ended with you spending the night at her place, the one place you feel comfortable going to for anything, with puffy eyes, a box of tissues and a big headache. the conversation ends here.

it's silent again, and all you can hear is the music playing and the air conditioner whirring. it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, you've turned to your side and jasmine continues to play with your back until she hears the telltale sign of light snoring. she can't join you just yet, not until she's done with her research.

not until she knows his schedule and has a plan laid out. the guilt of being the sole reason you keep getting stood up does eat at her at times like these, because she knows it makes you insecure. what else are you supposed to think? but it's okay, because at the end of the day it's always her you come back to, and she's pretty damn good at bringing your confidence back up if she does say so herself. it's her you seek out for comfort, and if she can't have you for herself, she'll do anything to keep it that way.

[writingoddess1125]

Random Headcanon!

Buggy Paints on his S/O

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• Buggy seems like a fairly artistic person. Naturally due to his interest in performing arts and him having an infinity of doing his own makeup

• This translating to him being a fairly skilled tradional artist as well- Mainly painting. It was something he did if he had spare time and often sold under a Alias to different art vendors or collectors.

• As his S/O however you were both his greatest model and his muse. Him often sketching you to get ideas

• or using the excuse of nude sketches to get you undressed ;3

• He never spoke about this Hobbie to anyone accept you.

• Sometimes Buggy would do light ink sketches on your arm or fingers if you asked or was bored enough. Nothing large or with color

• Till one hot summer day

• It had been by accident really, a lazy day on the ship due to the sudden heat wave that fell over everyone. Buggy had given the crew a day to themselves since it was too dangerous to sail and possibly give people heat strokes.

• So he was in his cabin. Shirt off, in shorts and his hair in a messy bun ontop of his head as he tried to do some basic gestures. You laying on the bed shirtless and only in your favorite underwear trying to stay cool as you red.

• Buggy glanced back at you. He stares at your naked back for a moment watching you read and mindlessly doze off into your own world.

• You snap from your thoughts momentarily as you feel the bed dip. Glancing back you see Buggy staring at you as he ran his hand over your naked back.

• A shiver goes through you as you can't help but blush at his actions.

• "Bugs?" You ask calmly? Him only humming a response as he seemed to make up his mind.

• "Can I paint on your back? I have those skin safe paints" He asked, however already heading over to were he kept some clean brushes and said paints. You chuckling at this

• "Alright but don't make a mess" You hum as you settle into the bed once more

• Buggy returning with the paints as he saddled himself on you. Sitting very lightly on your ass and clearly making himself comforble.

• "Ah no funny business l" You say with a giggle as you feel him getting very comforble.

• "Of course~ I'm a gentleman afterall" He says. This making you both snort a laugh.

• He soon started, a chill going through your body at the cold paint hitting your skin but soothed by the almost ticklish touch of the brush strokes going down your body.

• You glance back only once to see Buggy in full consideration.

• Your book long forgotten as you laid there enjoying the slow and well thought out feeling of brush strokes on skin.

• It was incredibly relaxing for you.

• You didn't know even but eventually you dozed off and fell into a light sleep while Buggy was painting.

• He would gently shake you awake once he was finished and pepper a kiss on your cheek. "It's Done Doll, Wanna see?"

• You stretch and nod softly still trying to shake the sleep from you.

• He helps you up and uses two mirrors so you could see the finished work. Smiling brightly at the beautiful sunflower and butterfly painting that decorated your skin.

• "Oh Bugs its beautiful!" You gush, Smiling brightly at the sight. Half thinking this would be a fantastic tattoo idea!

• "I'm glad you like it my Muse~" He purred out and kissed your naked shoulder. A blush going across your cheeks as you rolled your eyes

• "Pervert, If I didn't know any better I'd say you used this as a way to get touchy~"

• "What if I say thats true?~" He said with a smirk. Rubbing his hands over your unpainted form.

• "Then I'd say you did a damn good job~" You purred out, Buggy Laughing at this as he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. Earning laughs from both of you as he kissed you ravenously.

• The heat effecting both of you in a different way it seemed-

• The next morning you were pissed at the dried paint all over the bed sheets- Which you forced Buggy to clean.

[animeismyhappyplace]

Passion Blooms Under the Influence

Female MC x Barbatos Smut

Summary: After a quick study session with her tutor Solomon, MC finds herself feeling hot and bothered. Barbatos finds her and calms the heat scorching through her veins.

TLDR, MC gets dicked down by Barbatos 🥵

TW: Aphrodisiac use, mildly dubious consent due to aphrodisiac usage, they do cover consent but just to be safe, pet names, Barbs demon form makes an appearance, monster fucking I guess? (You'll see what I mean)

Word Count: 3,217

The last few weeks in the Devidom had been a bit of a blur for MC. Leviathan had summoned Lotan again after a fued with Mammon which left her room flooded and unusable luckily Diavolo offered her refuge in the Demon Lord Castle in one of the many spare bedrooms.

Today's lesson with Solomon had taken a weird turn, after practicing some simple spells they had gotten onto the topic of her little crush on the demon butler himself Barbatos. Her mentor had given her the usual pep talk about just being upfront about her feelings over a shared cup of tea, he had also given her a potion which he clamied would help boost her confidence in the matters of her heart before sending her on her way to her temporary home.

On her walk she noticed a prickling sensation starting to climb up her arms and down her legs. At first she brushed it off but the nearby demons began to start staring at her as her skin got hotter and hotter. In the end she had to teleport herself to the guest bedroom she'd been staying in to save herself, and the rest of her demon friends, too much public embarrassment.

Barbatos, being the immensely powerful demon he is, much have sensed the magical power entering the Demon Lord Castle and came to make sure the human exchange student was well after her trip out.

He knocks on her door a few times but when he doesn't get an answer he makes his presence known and enters the room, just to make sure she was unharmed, "MC, I assume your lesson went well?" He smiles as he opens the door before stopping in his tracks when he finally lays his eyes on the girl.

He sees her laid on the neatly made bed with her body streached out, sweat is streaked across her forehead and she's panting hard "B- Barbatos! Thank you for checking on me, I know you're probably busy..." She gulps down the saliva pooling under her tongue as he watches her curiously "It had been going well until Solomon gave me a potion to drink that he's currently working on and now I feel hot..." His green eyes flick from her body to her face as he watches her "Oh dear... Well... I'm here to take care of you, MC. You don't have to thank me, I am just doing what Lord Diavolo would expect me to do" He reaches his gloved hand down to push the hair back from her face causing her to shiver and push her body towards his retreating hand making him frown.

His finger curls under his chin as he thinks about your predicament "Did he tell you what the potion was for?" She shakes her head as she lifts her body to rest her weight on her elbows to look at him better "Just said... It would help me... Express feelings I've been hiding or something like that... I can't remember anymore". Barbatos can't help the hiss that falls from his lips as he looks away feeling irritation bubble in his chest "I have a... Suspicious of what that devious human has given you... Let's see" He hums as he returns his hand to her forehead, pushing his fingers through the strands of her hair and down to lightly caress her cheek watching to see her reaction to the soft and almost non existent stimulation.

MC can't help the whines that tumble past her lips as she tilts her head back to present her neck to the demon before she realises what she's done and gasps "I- I am SO sorry Barbatos... I don't know what's wrong with me" She looks down to the bedsheets with a slight pout before another wave of heat flows through her and she flops back down onto the bed, chest heaving.

Barbatos chuckles softly at her apology as he places one finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his own eyes. "Don't worry about it, MC." His voice is warm and soothing as he runs his gloved thumb over her lower lip, slowly trailing his way along her jawline as her tongue slips out of her mouth in an attempt to chase his clothed digits "I suspect Solomon has given you an aphrodisiac" Her eyes widen at his words before he continues "It would explain your temperature and your body's... Shall we say responsiveness..." His voice begins to trail off as he watches her intently.

She nods as she tries to take in his words "Is there any way to... Reverse it's effects?" Her fingers reach up slowly to hold his arm in place as she leans fully into his touch, Barbatos bites his bottom lip softly as he watches the human girl keen for his touch in ways he's dreamed of but never thought would become reality "We'd have to call the shady sorcerer himself to know for sure... But based on most aphrodisiacs the only way to rid you of the effects would be to-" He can't help but hesitate to finish the sentence but she nods to him to continue "You will need to satisfy your desires" He finishes with a slight blush dusted across his porcelain cheeks.

MC frowns for a moment confused before the realisation flashes across her face, a dark blush rising to her cheeks "Well with that I shall bid you farewell so you may... Rid yourself of your afflictions..." The demon clears his throat and bows with his hand across his chest before he turns to leave "NO!" She shouts across the room as she bolts upright grabbing his hand to stop him, she looks away from him embarrassed by her own neediness.

Barbatos stares down at her in surprise, his brow furrowing slightly as he waits for her next move. "No?" He can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he looks down to see the place on his uniform her hand has gripped to keep him from leaving the room. "I-" She can't quite find the words to ask him what she wants, she grips his arm tighter and tugs him towards her as she gets on her knees and comes to the end of the bed to face him.

Barbatos' smile grows as he sees her come to kneel before him, his hands come to gently caress her cheeks as he takes in her beauty. "Tell me what you want, MC" He mutters softly as he brings her face centimetres from his own. A shiver racks up her spine and settles in her chest as she feels his breath hit her lips "Will you help me Barbatos?" She reaches her hands up to hold the base of his neck enjoying their closeness.

Barbatos smiles softly as he hears her plea, leaning forward to bring his mouth to hers as he kisses her gently almost treating her like she's ready to break apart at his touch. As he does this, one of his hands slides around her waist and pulls her closer to him, bringing them both even closer together. "Of course, my dear. I'm always at your service" He whispers huskily as he pulls away just enough to speak and give her a moment to back away from him if she doesn't want to continue.

A loud whine escapes her at his words as she tugs his back to her kissing him with as much passion as she can "You can't say things like that Barb... It makes me feel so hot". His eyes widen slightly at her response but he quickly recovers and continues to kiss her passionately, running his tongue along her own and down to her jawline while his free hand goes to her hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail so he can run his fingers through it.

After a few moments he breaks off the kiss and looks deep into her eyes "Last chance to back out little lamb before I can no longer hold myself back". She shakes her head as she looks at him as seriously as she can given her almost delirious state of lust "Want this... Want you Barbatos" She runs her hands over his covered shoulders as she pushes his jacket off "Please". The last threads of his resolve break as he helps her remove his coat and tosses it aside, then wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her onto the bed beneath her, taking advantage of her smaller frame to get on top of her pinning her beneath him as he leans down to kiss her again. "My pleasure little lamb".

MC bites her lip as she looks up at him and whispers softly "You don't know how long I've wanted this" Her arms loop around his neck as she keeps him close to her, licking her tongue into his mouth as she starts to explores his body. He feels her lips press against his and gives in completely, wrapping his other arm around her back and pressing himself against her as he begins to explore her own body. "I can't guarantee I'll be gentle with you my dear" He says breathlessly, letting his tongue slip between her lips and dance with hers.

She nods quickly to show her understanding as she threads one of her hands into his hair tugging gently at his soft ombre locks while the other caresses her thumb against his cheek, continuing to kiss him while she pushes her hips up to grind against his covered length. He groans softly when she pulls his hair and presses their bodies together more firmly, enjoying every moment of her kisses as well as her grinding movements. His hands slide from her waist to her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh he finds there as he moves his hips slowly against hers. "You're driving me crazy little lamb..." He confesses to her as he enjoys the slow rock of his hips against her own.

She gasps as she feels his length pushing against her already wet clothed pussy "N- Need you... Please~" She begs sweetly as she moves her head to kiss and bite gently at his bare neck. He smirks at her begging tone and moans quietly, using his free hand to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. As she nips at his skin marking him as her own he reaches for the clasp on her dress and undoes it, pulling the fabric away from her body and exposing her to his hungry eyes while he pulls his dress shirt over his head.

He bends his head down to softly kiss her neck before moving down to her collarbone and littering her skin with bites marking her in turn "Now everyone will know you're mine" He grins at her slightly possessively before returning to her heated body. He skillfully unclasps her bra exposing her breasts as he encases her pebbled nipple in his mouth.

She lets out an drawn out moan as he gently bites and suckles on her nipple teasing the sensitive bud before moving to her other breast giving it just as much attention until she's squirming against the bed desperately needing him further down her body. Sensing her frustration he gives each nipple one last lick before trailing more kisses down her body before finally sliding down further to lick and nibble her thighs. She shivers under his touch and arches her back pushing her body closer to his teasing mouth.

As Barbatos pulls himself upright he takes a moment to enjoy the sight of the young girl in front of him marked up and desperate, the view he has from above her is enough to make his hardened length throb with need let alone the thoughts that invade his mind of what he would like to do to her. MC spreads her legs for him and he can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips "So wet already. My my that aphrodisiac worked rather quickly" He pulls her soaked panties down her legs and throws them to the side watching as more slick leaves her pussy and trails down her thighs.

Barbatos lowers himself back down to the bed as he removes his gloves throwing them to the floor then places his bare hands onto her thighs pushing them further apart so he can place himself between them. He moans as he finally gets a taste of her essence, first licking up the lines of wetness that coated her inner thighs before giving her pussy a long lick from her hole to her clit "You taste, dare I say, heavenly my little lamb" The way he slurps up her wetness lights her body on fire, only contributing to the aphrodisiacs effects.

MC's thighs twitch as she grasps his hair with both hands tugging harshly and shaking her head with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks "S'too much! I need your cock" Her head tips back as she rocks pussy into his face moaning as she cants her hips forward despite her pleas for him to just fuck her already. Barbatos lets out another laugh at her impatience as he feels her pulling on his hair. Had it not been for the aphrodisiac he may had punished her for being in such a rush, maybe next time he thinks to himself with a sinister smile. His emerald eyes dart over to her breasts and he smiles softly at how she's trying to push herself towards him. With a firm grip on her thighs he holds her still and licks her again from bottom to top and back down once more before circling her clit with his tongue "Need to prep you MC" He slides two of his thick fingers into her waiting pussy rubbing them against her throbbing walls.

MC's hand reach backwards to grab the sheets and grip them in her hands as she moans loudly "Barb" She whimpers out as her body trembles underneath him. The feeling of her inner walls tightening around his fingers causes him to groan out as he looks up at her face. Her juices are flowing freely and coating his lips and chin. He gives her one last kiss on her abused clit before moving backwards he licks her juices off his fingers "I believe that's enough teasing now my dear".

Keeping her legs spread for repositions himself and gives his leaking member a few sharp tugs before he runs his cock down to her sopping pussy to collect her juices lubing up his cock before pushing himself into her slowly letting her feel every inch as the burn of the aphrodisiac slowly starts to decrease. The dark haired demon smirks as he watches her reaction, seeing the relief spread across her face as he pushes himself into her. A low moan escapes her lips as he enters her fully. He waits for her to adjust before starting to thrust inside her gently but firmly, Barbatos reaches one hand up and intertwines his fingers with hers as he holds their hands above her head while the the trails down her side to grip her ass pulling her leg over his own keeping her close to his body. Each time he pulls out he leans down and kisses her neck before pushing himself back in, knocking the wind sinfully out of her chest.

As he starts to build up his pace rocking into her harder and faster her unoccupied hand finds purchase on his waist holding onto her demon lover as he pistons his hips into her own making the bed shake and buckle under his immense strength. Barbatos lets go of her hand as he feels her pussy throb and tighten around his cock and grabs onto her hips tightly. He begins to pound into her harder and faster each time slamming her further up the bed, her moans and whimpers increase in volume her hands reach up to grip onto her pillow tight.

His own moans are getting louder as he feels his cock head leaking precum into her pussy, he starts to feel himself losing control of his emotions when he suddenly shifts into his demon form due to the pleasure that racks through his body. She can't help the gasp that escapes her as she feels his body change under her fingers, seeing his demon form only makes her skin burn hotter. MC's hand grips his waist tighter her nails leaving crescent shaped marks as she reaches her other hand up to his hair to grip the base of his bone like horns.

The sensation of her touch sends waves of pleasure throughout his entire being. He lets out an animalistic moan and slams himself deep inside her "'M not going to be able to hold on much longer" He grunts while snaking his hand down between them to rub his fingers against her swollen clit. Her legs shake as he plays with her sensitive nub, she wraps her legs around his waist while her hands grip onto the base of his horns and his fork ended tail wraps around her waist to keep her steady. She matches his thrusts the best she can moaning loudly as pleasure shoots down her spine at all of the stimulation.

Barbatos kisses her deeply before moving his lips to her neck letting his fangs pierce her skin as he bites down in an attempt to control his moans, the painful pleasure from his bite sends her body over the edge into orgasm as he licks at the wound he's left behind "Cumming! 'M cumming!" MC moans loudly gripping onto her lovers body to steady herself as she cums hard, legs shaking violently.

Her pussy clenching hard on his cock and feeling her hands gripping his horns is the last drop of stimulation he needs to finally cum, Barbatos grunts loudly as he releases his load inside her as he continues to pound away at her releasing every bit of cum he has left. After several minutes of his own body shaking he pulls out and collapses beside her panting heavily.

As they both lay beside each other coming down from their highs the demon pulls her body to him as he gives her a soft kiss on her lips "Feeling better?" He asks chuckling softly as she simply nods her head clearly tired "Yes...I'm good now." She finally replies resting her head on his chest as her fingers draw delicate shapes on his sweat soaked body. His fingers slip under her chin to lift her head as he shifts out of his demon form "I'm sorry for shifting like that" He mutters as he caresses her face.

She leans into his touch enjoying the tender moment between them "No need to apologise, you're beautiful no matter what form you take" She smiles at him as she closes her eyes an ache seeping into her bones. "Thank you for taking care of me Barb.." She whispers quietly to him before drifting off to sleep. He gives her one last kiss placed against her forehead "Anything for you, my little lamb" He grins to himself softly as he allows sleep to take over his spent body.

[papercupids]

living w svt; headcanons ('97 line version)

pairing -> minghao x reader, mingyu x reader, seokmin x reader.

warnings -> being sick in hao's part, mentions of alcohol and being drunk in seokmin's.

word count -> 1533 words.

a/n -> mingyu's part has me so weak in my heart n knees but also seokmin's <3333 let me know if yall want a 96/95 line version!

-> read the maknae line version here! -> read the '96 line version here!

☆ minghao.

it was afternoon already and no matter how many times you planned to wake up on a reasonable time on the weekend, it never really happened. but then you couldn't get yourself to be very harsh about it to yourself or minghao, after all these were the days that you would really get to be together and to relax.

he was still sleeping when you woke up and deciding to make something, stepped inside the kitchen. you did feel kind of odd but it only got focused on when minghao came up behind you.

he had his arms around from the back, "we should go back to sleep,"

"we need to eat, hao,"

"wait, wait," his voice suddenly sounded much more awake than before, he came beside you and asked you to face him.

"why do you feel so warm?" he touched your arm, and then neck and then finally your forehead. "are you kidding me? you have a fever, go back to bed, i'll make you something,"

"i don't think-"

"hush, i don't even know how you managed to be sick, god, you’re so irresponsible, i need to make chicken soup now. and why are you still standing there? go to bed. you’re lucky tomorrow is a sunday. sleep it off."

he keeps on muttering, he acts like a complete asian mother when it comes to you being sick. and true to his words, he comes in a while later with a bowl of chicken soup in his hands and as you sip on it, he checks your temperature again.

"we need a wet cloth,"

so after you’re done with the soup, he wets a towel and puts it to your head.

"how do you feel?"

"a little headache,"

"okay, okay, here's what we're going to do, you’re going to close your eyes and i'm going to call you when the dinner's ready, you’re not getting up before that unless it's to use the bathroom, okay?"

"yes, sir,"

he brings a bottle of water and keeps it on the bedside table.

"keep drinking this until you fall asleep, okay?"

you nod your head.

you didn’t think it was that big of a fever, maybe a routine one that wasn't that serious but minghao's strict mom mode has turned on and you were sure your efforts of trying to tell him that this was nothing would be met with him shutting you up, so you lay in bed.

as he leaves to make you dinner, you call out his name.

"hao,"

"what's wrong, baby?"

"can't you just order something? please stay with me,"

his eyes soften and he sits beside you on the bed, he strokes your face gently, it's not as warm as it was before. and he removes the towel and bows down to kiss your forehead.

"i love you,"

☆ mingyu.

"five more minutes, baby, jus' five more,"

mingyu's arm is wrapped around you entirely, and you have no choice but to oblige. as five minutes pass (you're not consciously looking at the clock, but you’re just nervous) you call out to him again.

"mingyu? baby? five minutes are up," you can't turn your head due to the close proximity and the grip that he has on you but you guess that he's asleep.

"mingyu, we need to go, your parents are going to be waiting for us,”

“I think it’s okay if we delay it to next week, it’s not everyday we get to sleep in like this,”

“Mmhm, while that is true, we made a commitment and we need to follow through on it,”

In between your bickering, your phone rings, and you push out from mingyu’s arms to reach it, and get up, clear your throat.

“It’s your mother,”

“Why is she calling you not me-” you sit down on the bed.

“Sh, yes, we’re about to come there,” mingyu tries getting up to listen in, but you keep on pushing him away.

“Oh, is that so?”

He looks at you confused.

“No worries, it’s alright,”

“Yes, yes, we don’t mind at all,”

“He’s doing good, he’s in the bath right now,” to which mingyu lets out a laugh, you were a little too good at this.

And he wondered how better you would be.

He thought about the ring. The one in his work bag a few steps way but he put away his thoughts as he asked you what his mother said.

“She said your dad got them both tickets for a movie today and we’d have to cancel the lunch, he forgot we had it scheduled,”

His happiness knew no bounds, “come back to bed now, please, babe,”

“Ugh, fine, you have me,”

As you snuggle into bed again, it gets quiet, mingyu has suddenly become quiet.

“Mingyu, everything okay?”

Mingyu turns to your side, his expressions suddenly serious.

“Why are you looking at me?” you laugh because you don’t have a clue what he’s doing.

“Say i ask you to marry me, what would be your answer?”

And you weren’t laughing anymore, “don’t joke about this mingyu,”

His voice drops to almost a whisper and you see it in his eyes, “i’m not joking, i would never joke about it,”

You lean into him and place a kiss on his forehead, “yes, yes i would,”

“Really?” his face lights up. “You’re not just saying that right?”

“You just said it yourself, why would i joke about it?”

“Well, wait then,” he gets out of the comforter and runs outside the room, to his study room, and comes back, his hands behind his back.

“Mingyu, oh my god, you didn’t,”

“Oh, but i did,”

You’re on the verge of tearing up when he slowly brings his hands to the front and gets down on his knee. This is how you execute a perfect proposal - intimate, spontaneous, and comfortable.

“I love you,” you whisper as he slips the ring on your finger, when he gets up, he picks you up and swirls you around, normally you would protest but today you can’t help but let all your care and worry melt away.

☆ seokmin.

seokmin is the first one to notice it, always. the slow fluttering of your eyes, the way your conversations start dwindling with others and the way your words slowly start slurring together. he's the first one to notice that you're way too tired of this gathering, and you want, more than anything but you won't ever say it in fear that you ruin seokmin's evening, to go home.

but what you never understood was that all of this came very secondary to him - sure, he loved his friends, sure he loved hanging out with them but when you needed him, then that is where he'll be. always.

so he takes your hand in his, surprised at how cold it is, even after all this time, even when he knows that your body temperature has always been fairly cooler than his.

"i'm kinda tired," he says, "can we leave?" one of the main tricks here was to flip the situation on him, you never came straight out and told him, even when he asked you multiple times so he gave up and used his telepathic abilities for you.

"are you sure?" you ask, maybe it was the fact that seokmin noticed or maybe those were your soulmate cells that got exhausted of social gatherings at the same time, you thought.

he nods at you, "i think i've had enough drinks for tonight, let’s go,"

he bids goodbye to his friends, who plan on leaving soon too, and you hug the ones that had made your evening so happy.

afterwards in the taxi, you lay your head on his shoulders.

"seokmin?"

"hmmm?"

"we're going home,"

you bring up your linked hands together to point what you mean. home, with him.

"yes, baby, our home." he grins.

and you don't remember when you knock out on his shoulder.

you have no clue of how you made it from the taxi to the apartment but somehow with seokmin supporting your frame and the walls and railings helping you, you do make it and the next thing you remember is the way seokmin tucks you in, and you realize you've been changed out of your uncomfortable outdoor clothes too, he's so gentle with it that you can forget that he's just as tired as you, possibly more. and then he grabs the blue bottle.

"removing makeup?" your grammar is really not the best when you're drowsy, but he nods.

after he's done, he changes his clothes himself and then gets into bed, glad that he can finally go to sleep, and right beside you.

now, he knows you're sleeping, but he can't help but pull you in closer, feel you. it was such a wonder to him in the past that you were actually dating him, and he could actually you his, but now this was all the more wonderful, that you would actually be in his arms every night. the day could bring on whatever it wanted to, as long as he had the nights with you, he would do it all and more for you.

[vay99]

Zoro x reader

Let me help you fall asleep

Anime/Manga: One Piece

It's 4am, the party on the ship has died down and the straw hats are littered over the deck. Behalve of Robin who went to bed early. You couldn't sleep on the other hand, you've just layed down with your crew but stayed wide awake.

"Oi why are you still awake?" Zoro asks as he approaches you.

"I can't sleep, you can go back to bed, I'll look after the ship." you answered simply, still hoping he'd stay by your side.

"You look tired."

"I can't sleep even if I wanted to." you shrug your shouldersbefore staring back at the sea again.

"Can you even sleep in clothes like that, doesn't look comfortable." he points out your cocktail dress that you've just bought with Nami, not because you knew you'd have a party tonight and certainty because you wanted to get a reaction from a certain someone. Definitely not the case. And it didn't even work until now, of course he didn't notice it earlier.

"I guess not, but I'm too tired to get changed and too awake to fall asleep." you yawn, feeling your eyelids growing heavy.

"I'm right back." Zoro comes back after 2 minutes with a shirt and a blanket. "This should be a more comfortable dress to wear to sleep."

"A shirt of yours?" confused you put the shirt on, over the dress, sitting down the whole time and then wiggle yourself out of the dress which you wear underneath. Zoro had his head turned away during the process to allow you at least a bit privacy. "Soooo comfortable."

"I picked one that's not too big of too small." scratching the back of his neck he hands you the blanket.

"You're the sweetest guy Zoro, thank you." you smile at him, appreciating his gesture. Sanji would've done this within seconds, for every girl, But Zoro is different. He only ever offers comfort to the others as in protection, but right now he offered real comfort." I really appreciate this."

You couldn't hear anything he might have responded because sleep has finally won the battle and took you in.

"Guess I'll look after the ship after all huh?" Zoro says to himself, adjusting the blanket so you wouldn't freeze. "Sleep well y/n."

The next morning everyone woke up one after another, besides you. You slept safe and sound until 2pm, just like Zoro who surely needed a nap after his night shift. You layed on the deck of the sunny by Namis orange trees and nobody disturbed you, until you woke up due to a certain someone...

"LUFFY STOP STEALING OUR FOOD!" Sanji yells at his captain who's fleeing the angry chef.

"Why they gotta be so noisy?" you groan, pulling the blanket over your head.

"You've never been an early bird." Robin chuckles, sitting down on her chair with a book.

"I just happen to like sleep." you mumble, stretching out your arms and legs before allowing your eyes to meet the bright daylight. "The sun is too bright turn it off."

"We'd all die if that happened." Robin chuckles again. "That's a nice shirt you're wearing."

"Thanks." you sit up, running one hand through your hair.

"Seems like he did give you at least some attention last night." she comments in a sweet tone, making your face flush.

"I wasn't able to sleep and he gave me one of his shirts so I'd be more comfortable." you mumble, playing with the hem of the shirt. "He has never done something sweet like this before."

"Maybe he would if you'd tell him how you feel."

"I should... I just never thought he'd have a soft spot for me until last night." you confess.

Right then Zoro stumbles intl your eye sight, standing below you by the door of the kitchen. Face bright red. Oh no. O h n o. Hs heard everything.

"I'll just leave you two to it." Robin smiles, leaving the scene as Zoro slowly makes his way towards you.

Sitting down next to you he stays silent for a while until you decide to break the tension.

"I really appreciate that you gave me your shirt, it makes me really happy." you let out a shaky breath, words floating through your head trying to pick a sentence together that doesn't sound like a toddler that just started talking.

"I know you like those kind of things." Zoro scratches his neck, still avoiding eye contact. "I'm just not good at them. I always tried to look out for you or stay close to you but that wasn't really telling."

"I already guessed that you aren't the affectionate type." you chuckle, letting go some of the tension in progress.

"I don't know." he buries his face in his hands. "I guess when the affection is coming from you I wouldn't mind it- what I mean, I would... like it?" he turns his head a bit, looking at you through his fingers.

"Does that mean I can keep the shirt?" you hug your legs towards you, resting your cheek on your knees.

"Oh you can have all of me." Zoro says in awe, loving the sight of you in his clothes. Looking at one another you enjoy the silence, Luffy has been captured by Sanji and the rest is no where to be seen. Which is most likely Robin's work.

"Aren't you tired?" you break the silence, watching him yawn. "Why don't you take a nap?"

"But I want to spend time with you." he yawns again, trying to keep his eyes open.

"Why don't you lay down and rest." you stretch out your legs, resting your back against the reling as you pat your lap. "I can play with your hair if you want me to, it always relaxes me."

A big hesitant Zoro crawls over, but stops before he lays his head down.

"Do... do you really, uhm, not wear anything underneath, like the shirt?"

"I wasn't wearing bra under that dress either." you answer, not quite sure where this suddenly came from.

"Wait, really?"

/Should I be upset that he wasn't looking or happy that my boobs weren't his focus?/ you mentally face palm.

"Yes, really."

"Oh." was all he said. "But you're wearing... like..." he looks at your lap where he's supposed to rest his head on.

"Of course!"

"Okay then." he lays his head down, facing you.

You start running your hands through his green hair, feeling his body shiver by your soft touch.

"I think I don't want to take any other naps than these kinds from now on." Zoro smiles at you before drifting off to a sweet dream.

[vintagexherry]

Treasure for Three Days [5]

Pirate!Miguel x Princess!Reader

//Jealosy implied, Mentioned alcohol consumption, suggestive themes but nothing too serious

A/N: Today's chapter is short due to me being busy irl rn but we're getting closer to the end.

Previously

He doesn't even remember how he got into this position, he always leaves once his done emptying his pent up feelings to any woman he could find.

He sighs to himself.

What is he gonna do with you?

Day two [Stars shining, It's night time]

---

You hate yourself.

Guilt and shame runs through you.

"Aww, come on now, hermosa, wasn't even that bad." Miguel mockingly stated. As he watches you stare out the window while he layed down the bed, his face is resting on a closed fist.

And he's not helping.

You can't believe yourself, you just touched a pirate. Intimately even.

You hated the way your head was fogged up with lust. Can anyone really blame you? No man has even touched you like that.

Not like how he gripped your waist to kiss you.

Not like how he tasted you.

All of those were supposed to be saved for your future spouse.

While you're busy staring out the window, contemplating your life. Miguel was busy contemplating his.

He hid his nervous true self in a persona of confidence, and his not sure how long he can hold that out for. He curses his tipsy self for doing that, he curses himself for even enjoying that.

He almost forgot why you're even here. Right the necklace, treasure, and endless riches for him and the crew. Treasure... Yeah, that's what he wants.

He started to think maybe he could drink to clear his head, but he is sure as hell, the alcohol would do more than clear his head.

Whatever.

The second day is almost up, and by tomorrow afternoon, he can finally put you back in your little palace. At your little kingdom, with your little civilians. And he can get that rumoured precious necklace that's worth a thousand treasure chest.

He just has to wait.

"Do you have spare needle and thread?" His thoughts were cleared out by your voice.

Right, he forgot bout that.

"You shy?" He smirked while you covered your exposed cleavage with your arms.

"N-no, I'm trying to be modest. Unlike you."

He laughed at that sentence.

"Modest, huh? Whatever you did hours ago was far from modest bebita."

You turned your face away from him to hide the rising heat to your face.

"Well? Do you have or not?" You retorted.

"I thought princesses like you were taught etiquette and manners?" He smirked once more. He liked how you tried to hide your attitude but severely failing.

"I don't think, I own my etiquette and manners to a pirate."

"So... You don't want a needle and thread? Fine by me, At least I have something to look at instead of the ocean." He held himself back from laughing when your head snapped at his direction with a glare.

"If you can't spare me a single needle and thread, you might as well lend me your shirt."

His smirk dropped, the image of you in his belongings shouldn't affect you that much.

"No."

"No?"

"No.."

"So you'll provide me a needle and thread then?"

"....No"

"Oh, for Pete's sake!"

His smirk returned once again.

"Im sure you'll survive with a few tears in your dress. You're gonna go back to your papa's arms tomorrow anyway."

You paused, he is right, just a few more hours, and then you'll go back to your kingdom, safe and sound. That is if he keeps his promise.

"I take it that you still remember your promise? That you'll leave the kingdom in peace once you received your treasure?"

"Don't worry, you're pretty little head about it." You watch as he stood up from his bed and approached you. Somehow, you didn't paced back.

"I'm a man of my word," he said as he garnered your expression into his head, and after a second, he left, heading up to the deck. Leaving you standing there by the window.

---

[Hours passed, Eyes are asleep. Day two has come to a complete]

---

It was now morning, the birds can be heard again squaking, but you mostly hear Miguel letting out commands to the crew, just a few more hours and by afternoon you could be with your father again.

"Tighten the sails, wind is picking up."

"Get your asses up or no rum for everyone for a month!"

"With fair winds and following seas, we'll be getting our treasure, so I suggest you move."

You watch as by the helm as Miguel steers the wheel, and the crew listens to his every word.

Just a few more hours and you can finally be back to your home.

Back to your father, your people, your princess duties, and if things seem bright enough, maybe the annual ball can be held again to find you a suitable husband.

You think back the past two days, you think back to the stories of Miguel, his adventures, his discoveries. And you can't help but want to hear more. Is it even possible to ask him? Maybe it could be your last parting gift.

Minutes passed by, and the ship seemed stable enough to sail on it own for a while. Miguel signals the crew for a break.

"At this point, you might as well be a scholar for how much you think by yourself." Miguel mocked as he approached you at the edge of the deck.

You rolled your eyes at his comment.

Just a few more hours, and you'l be off this man's back.

"What? Not saying anything this time? That's new." He scoffed as he leaned his elbows at the edge of the ship while he glanced at you.

Miguel looked at you more and more.

"Heyyy, Earth to princesa?"

You held yourself back from popping a vein.

"What is it now Miguel?"

"Why the mute mouth huh?"

"Just...Excited"

"Excited, huh?" He raises his eyebrow at you then glanced back into the distance.

He should be excited too, shouldn't he? He should be jumping with joy, cheering he got the treasure, drinking with joy, and even singing sea shanties.

He should be excited, too.

So why isn't he?

He sighed through his nose and brushed it off, thinking maybe he needs a drink.

"Can you...." Your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"...Tell me a story?" You sheepishly said as you avoided his gaze.

"Story huh? About what?"

"Anything really... Something to occupy me while we continue our destination."

Miguel blinked a few times, thinking of things he could say.

"Wanna hear how we escaped that cannibal island?"

You turned your head to him, and he smirked as your eyes shined with curiosity.

He can't lie.

He might miss this.

"Well, how do I start." He pretended to rub his chin in thought, watching you at the corner of his eye, as you eargerly wait for his story.

He chuckled.

Cute.

"For starters, you better have a strong stomach for this one."

You nodded eagerly, pushing him to continue.

"Onced we arrived at deck, my crew and I wanted to explore this 'new' island for while."

"Uh huh..."

"We got this thick forest, full of fruits and whatnot, but the next thing we knew is that -"

"Trapped!"

Miguel suddenly paused at the intrusion. He realized one of his crew continued his words for him....Uninvited.

He glared at the idiot but continued nonetheless. While you looked at him with astonishment

"Yes... We got trapped, one by one, each of us disappeared into the thick leaves an-"

"One of those traps were darts that can make you sleep!"

"And holes that are hidden using leaves!"

....

Idiots.

Didn't you ask him to tell the story?

He glanced at you, and he noticed you weren't even looking at him anymore, but to his crew who were all nothing but excited to tell you how their asses got captured one by one.

He couldn't even get a word out since every time he did, it got cut off by another person. He swears he can feel a vein waiting to pop.

Meanwhile, Miles and Hobie watch the scenario from the distance.

"..."

"..."

"A pack of gold coins, and I bet bruv in luv."

"Your joking" Miles faced him with disbelief om his face.

"Am not"

"You are"

"Am not"

"Yo-"

"Look at da way that git gets mad! And how he voluntarily tuld her a story." Hobie pointed out.

"Well... Princess did request him."

Hobie glanced at him with a smirk.

"And you think da big bad cap'n would do request dat easily? Princess or not."

Miles went quiet with that. What Hobie said was true. Knowing Miguel, he would probably just throw that person out even when they request a glass of water. Plus, Miguel seemed to do it willingly.

But still...

It's Miguel.

"I don't know Hobie... It's Miguel we're talking about."

Hobie smirk widened.

"That's exactly why, bruv."

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@yougavemeyourheartyouknow @autismsupermusicalassassin @lionhearted-soldier @hearts-4-lanadelray@sukioyakio@chshiresins @ginger23 @amelialysm

[simp41ida]

Hi hi hi hello uh I saw that requests were open so could I request a iida x villian!reader?

Like reader sneaks into iida's dorm, and someone *cough cough* Mina *cough cough* barges into iida's room on a dare and finds you two doing like a lovey dovey couple thing?? Like a panic to relief situation. I don't know if I'm doing this right though

warnings: swearing

notes: hi!! this is a great idea!! you didn't specify the reader's pronouns, so i just made it gender neutral. i think you've just sparked my creativity so i'd be happy to write this for you. y/v/n is your villain name so you could do whatever you wanted. requests are open!!

iida would be scared to date you at first

then you guys started talking to one another more

and one thing lead to another

so here you guys are

and he's just staring at you through the window (you're on the outside)

and you're mouthing to him 'let me in, asshole, do you want me to die out here??'

and he obviously panics as he fumbles with the window lock to open it for you.

"i'm sorry for putting you into this situation, iida. if you get in trouble for having me here, i'll take full responsibility." you tell him

you know how much he likes to follow the rules, which just makes you feel worse

he tells you not to worry about it even though he knows you have every right to because if either of you get arrested (iida for harboring a fugitive, you for being an accomplice to shigaraki) you know neither of your lies will be complete

so after you sneak into his room, you give him a bear hug

just from that he could tell how much you love and trust him

he think's trust is important because he wants you to know that no matter the bad things you've done, he still won't rat you out

while you guys are bear hugging, iida shuffles closer to the bed

this way, the two of you are hugging while laying down on the bed (there is nothing he adores more than laying with you in the time you have together)

and you always grab onto his torso tighter when you're laying down

^ just a personal observation iida took of you as you guys started to get touchier

while he's telling you how much he loves you in whispers into your ear, you hear the door slam open.

"mina! how could you do that. that is a violation of privacy." he said and the both of you quickly sat up.

you looked away because if she can't see your face, she doesn't know who you are

mina gave the two of you an extremely shocked expression. she was so confused

how could tenya iida of all people get a partner before she did?

she just wouldn't have expected something like that

then she saw some of your face and she could tell who you are from the headlines and news

you're a villain

iida could pull a villain?!?

oh yes he sure could

"guys iida has a lover in here!! they were both practically making out!!!" she tells the four boys who were standing outside of the door. you had no clue what was going on

"HUH?!?" you watched with your peripheral vision to see a boy with ash blonde hair yell

you flinched at the sudden (and highly unnecessary) shouting

iida stood up to shield you from the rest of the people in his dorm room so they couldn't see you call mr. aizawa or something

he loves you too much to let that happen to you <33

"could you please explain the meaning of the sudden barging in my room thing, mina?" he asked, while putting his hands behind you so he could rub your shoulder to maybe tell you that it'll be okay in the end

he knows that the four boys and one mina wouldn't do anything to hurt him on purpose (they're training to be heroes after all) [what kind of heroes would they be if iida became depressed and didn't want to continue his education at U.A.?]

"let me see them. i have to see them. move out of the way. i can't see." denki rambled.

he figured that if he just annoyed the shit out of iida, then he'd have no choice but to move due to wanting to slap him across his face (at least he knows when he's annoying)

"no. you guys should leave." he stated. they had never seen him as serious as they did that day

"mina, are you lying? is there anyone even in here?" denki asked.

it would be a funny joke coming from mina

that is if she was joking

"no, i saw them as clear as day. isn't that right, y/v/n?" she asked you through iida.

the rest of the boys faces in the room dropped and it got silent. denki, kirishima, sero and bakugou all burst out in laughter at the same time.

"the joke has to be over mina. there's no way a person as good looking *and as dangerous* as y/v/n could like iida."

you didn't like how they thought of iida. they were hurting his feelings. his fists were even clenched at his side.

if he wasn't holding you back by standing in front of you, you would have given each and every one of the colorful haired boys (at least) one punch to the face

you stood up and stood next to iida, no matter the danger and severity of it all. it was the rest of your life, relationship, and childhood on the line.

not like you cared too much. becoming a villain is just as risky in the first place. it's fine as long as you don't get caught, though.

right now, your practically giving yourself up to four heroes.

it's worth it though. then they'd never get to talk down to iida again. and he knows that if they do it again, he can call you. you'd definitely ought to teach them some manners.

their faces dropped again, but they didn't recoil back into laughter this time. they finally take iida seriously

"next time you want to backhandedly speak about iida, don't do it. it may seem funny because he seems like he wouldn't understand, but he does. and i will personally come find all of you for saying that if you don't take it back."

you seemed so scary and cool, but on the inside, you were sweating and throwing up and coughing.

you've had practice with not showing skittish emotions.

"by the way, please don't tell anyone i was here. i won't do anything to hurt you guys if you don't do anything to hurt me or iida." you tell them as you climb back out the window

"bye iida!! i love you! until we meet again!" you yell as you sprint outside of the school gates before someone can catch you or use your presence as evidence that you were there and get you arrested.

back in iida dorm, they were all jaw dropped. they didn't understand how the most rule-following guy at the school could date one of the most known villains at the moment

"sorry for not believing you, dude" sero spoke up. kaminari and kirishima nodded.

"we won't tell anyone if they don't get caught. you guys are nice together." denki confides

bakugou was still trying to figure out what was going on and how iida could possibly date someone before he could get his first kiss. he was more angry about that then iida dating a villain.

"yeah, whatever" bakugou agreed with whatever pride he still had left after that interaction

he started the line to get back to the dorm that they were coming from.

then followed kirishima

then followed mina

then followed kaminari

then lastly followed sero

and iida was left to think about you and how amazing you looked while you were being protective over him and how he'll probably never have to hear a backhanded insult by those boys ever again thanks to you.

[yanderelovlies]

I feel that it is a little late to place an order BUUUUUT I CAN'T AVOID IT QWQ Bo and Jack's reaction to a succubus/incubus MC ¿?

Sidenote: This is not from the Demon au

You were part of the children of the night. Always out and about feeding off the sexual desires people had for you. You never grew too attached to your partners due to your your nature.

So you bounced from partner to partner until you ended up in his bed. Something about the way he treated you the whole night made you feel like you were more than your nature. You grew attached, and that terrified you. You knew you would have to eventually tell him. The long term of your nature would take effect on him, and you knew he would start to question.

So you began to distance yourself from him and began to seek new partners. It was never the same, but you knew you had to do it. It was for the best. You tried to avoid him the best you could, but one day, he was able to corner you. He needs awnsers. Now.

Sunny Day Jack

You had never seen the once happy man so distraught and upset. As he watched you; you could tell he was trying to hold back tears.

"I need awnseres y/n.......to everything."

You began to wonder if you could get out of this situation when he placed his hands on your face making you look up at him.

"Please...." You couldn't turn away from such a heartbroken man. Especially since you cared so much for him

"Okay, I'll tell you... but you aren't going to like it." You had made sure no one was around when you explained everything to him.

It took him a few minutes to let the information set it when he looked down at you in realization. "So that's why I have such a high libido when I'm with you....." He let out a sigh of relief "Sunshine I accept you for you, and if you allow me, you could feed off of me whenever you need." He lays his forehead against your his eyes closed. "Just please stay by my side."

Bo

Oh, he was furious. He had to HUNT you down after you didn't come home for days. On top of that, all you smell of other people no longer of him.

He was practically snarling as he pinned you against the wall. "Where have you been puppy, and why do you smell like other people."

You huffed, trying to push him away. "What's it to you? You aren't my boyfriend."

"Bullshit!" His outburst made you jump and once again face his angry stare. However, this time, tears were streaming down his angry face. "We are more then just fuck buddies y/n.....you are my mate....and your killing me here...." He slowly began to break down as he brought you in for a tight hug "what did I do wrong...?"

You sat in silent regret. You didn't mean to make him this upset... you just wanted to protect him, but now....you have to tell him, and you did.

When you were done, he lifted his head to look at you confused. "I already knew what you were. It's in your scent."

You looked at him in surprised confusion. "a-and you're okay with that? You don't find me bad?"

Bo shook his head. "If anything, I'm glad you can keep up! That way, we can have pups sooner!"

......"What?"

[dracowars]

Hi!! I love love loveee your writing so much ❤️ if your requests are open, may i request a fluff soft draco comforting the y/n cause she has such abusive parents that abuses her physically and mentally cause they think that its her fault that she has all these trauma but actually that trauma itself was caused by her family 😞, and draco already knows about it but one day she just started crying because something happened and draco was just comforting and giving soothing and sweet words!! I'm sorry if my request are too much and might be triggering to you, you can write it if you want and its okay if you dont want to either :) i just need draco to comfort me thru these fics :"D I'm sorry

against the world | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where y/n is suffering from trauma due to her parents

a/n: hopefully i could do this justice <3

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of trauma, physical absue, mental abuse, toxic parental relationship

universe: harry potter

"And then he went on blaming me for not paying enough attention. Like, come on, it wasn't my fault the other team was clearly better", Draco scoffs as he is rummaging around his bag, fishing out some of his books for different classes before neatly placing them on his bookshelf, making sure they don't fall over. "My dad can be so annoying sometimes. Always fucking criticising me for nothing."

While Draco absentmindedly started talking about this topic, you are sure he did not realize what it inflicts in you. And you really want to listen, you really want to help him and give him advice, but there are no words coming from your mouth as you are pulling your knees closer to your chest, your back leaning against the wall while sitting on Draco's bed.

"I perform poorly in a test, I'm dishonoring the family and I'm a shame to the Malfoys. Oh, but when I actually get good grades, well, I wasn't good enough, I could have done better", he rambles on, still looking around his room, looking everywhere but you who is slowly sinking together, your forehead on top of your knees.

Terrible images appear in front of you, of your parents screaming at you once again, blaming you once again for being weak, for being traumatized by the things they did to you. They would never let you voice your opinion, they were never accepting any of your words, any of your feelings. All that mattered is that you behave according to their strict rules.

But you didn't.

A wave of emotions rolls over you all of a sudden when you think back to what they did to you, your own parents, physically and mentally, and you can't help yourself but to let out a loud, deep sob that finally catches Draco's attention. Without hesiation, he is at your side in a second, laying one hand on your knee while making sure to give you the space you need.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking about what I was saying. I didn't mean to- I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. Please forgive me", Draco whispers in a fast manner, truly feeling bad for being the cause of your sudden emotional outburst. But it is not his fault, it definitely is not. You should have overcome your fears and trauma a long time ago, but these wounds are so deep that there will always be a scar.

Your own parents scarred you for a lifetime.

Wiping away your tears with the back of your hands, trembling, you allow Draco to put his arms around you and to just hold you, in his safe embrace where no one can ever hurt you. With one of his hands on your upper arm, he presses you into him, making you feel warm, while the other is slowly and carefully caressing your cheek.

Enjoying the feeling of his touch, you sink further into his side, your panic and anxiety slowly decreasing as Draco is holding you close, not ever letting go while constantly mumbling a mixture of apologies and reassurence.

"They can't hurt you here", he says, so quietly that you can barely hear it, but you just know what he means. You cuddle further into him, putting your arm across his stomach, your cheek on his shoulder, and listen to his slowly but steady breath which is calming you down. Draco puts his chin on top of your head, inhaling your scent while now caressing your arm. Where everything felt dark and restricting just moments ago, it now feels calm, quiet and safe.

"It's us against the world", Draco whispers, softly kissing the top of your head, making sure that you feel safe with him.

[silas-222]

Everytime— Softwilly x fem!reader

Back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

A girl with relatively short hair sat in a restaurant, a solum look on her face. Her black floor length dress decored with white pearls, the waiter coming back to her table. "Ma'am I'm afraid you're going to have to give up your table." The teenager sympathized with the older woman. Y/n nodded and placed a twenty on the table before grabbing her purse and leaving the restaurant.

I get tired of your no-shows

You get tired of my control (Yuh)

They keep telling me to let go

She got into her '55 Chrysler Windsor and drove to the shared apartment, where her boyfriend laid on the couch after 'working' for hours. His barbwire and inner forearm tattoo visible due to him wearing a muscle shirt and gym shorts. 

 She slammed the door close as he jumped and looked at her, an 'oh shit' expression covering his face as she immediately started asking him questions. 

"Nick what the fuck!? Where were you?!" She asked him as he got up from the couch. "I was here! You didn't tell me we had a date!" 

"YES I DID!"

"NO YOU FUCKING DIDNT!"

They went back and forth until she finally grabbed him by his shirt and tossed him out of the apartment. "LEAVE!" She cried as he scrambled to get up from the floor, almost making it before she slammed the door in his face. 

But I don't really let go when I say so (Yuh, yuh)

I keep giving people blank stares (Yeah)

I'm so different when you're not there (Yuh) 

It's like something out of Shakespeare

Because I'm really not here when you're not there

"Y/n get your ass up! Come on, we have to get you to do something." Her friend tried to convince her. The girl had red curly hair, her dark skin tone complimenting the black leather dress she was wearing. 

She rolled her eyes at her friend, "what's so different about Nick that you'll stay inside?" She asked only to get no response, "...whatever. I'm done." She said before walking out of the girl's apartment. 

I've tried to fight our energy

But everytime I think I'm free (Yeah)

Y/n laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about nothing as her phone went off. Grabbing it she looked at the message from Nick. 

'New message from Nicky🤍'

Nicky🤍 

Baby I'm sorry, please forgive me..

I, in no way at all, intentionally ever wanted to make you feel that way. Seriously when I don't text you you're always the only thing on my mind. I love you so much. And I never want you to think that I'm ignoring you. Because I never do. I love talking to you. You're the only person that I love talking to. And I never want to lose you. And beside the arguing, I've never had a person treat me so good like you do and someone that respects me like you do. And I don't want to lose that. I can't lose that. Because if I ever lost you idk if I'd ever be able to be with anyone else. Because no matter what you think of yourself, you're perfect to me. Everything about you is perfect. I absolutely love everything about you.And I still can't get over the fact that I have you. I love you.

(Read 11:50 pm)

Typing...

Come over. 

Please..

Nicky🤍

Be there in fifteen. 🤍 

🤍

(Read 11:51 pm) 

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Nick showed up to her apartment and knocked, the smell of weed still strong on him. Y/n opened the door, taking in his appearance, she's not dumb to the smell of weed. But when he pulled out the bouquet of  sunflowers, lilies and roses, a large smile grew on her face. 

"Hi baby." He smiled as she hugged him tightly. He picked her up and closed the door to the apartment, she kissed him softly. He walked over to the room, laying her down on the bed gently and slowly moving the kiss down to her neck. Soft moans coming out of her mouth as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and took it off. 

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Nick could taste the alcohol in her mouth, not that he minded. He liked the fact that she drank, she was a funny and emotional drunk when they were together. Now he's not so sure what type of drunk she is. 

Y/n took off his shirt and looked at him before kissing him again, this time more rough than the last. His hands on her waist while her's were on his shoulders. Both of their bodies pushed against each other. Nick pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her as she smiled back, a confirmation for what was going to happen. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

Back to you, back to you, back to you

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

Y/n stood in a room with a projector lighting up the room, it was displaying pictures and videos of Nick and her either arguing or actually being a happy couple. She started singing and dancing towards the camera as the music continued. 

The room was in a pink light, the singer wearing a black body suit along with baggy pants and a baggy zip up jacket. 

Just when I get on a new wave (Yuh)

Boy, you look at me and I slip outta my lace

They keep calling me a head-case

'Cause I can't make a good case why we can't change

Nick stood behind of y/n in that same room she was in, the two dancing as she laughed while he wore a bright smile. He pulled her close and kissed her softly. 

The color of the room was now a light purple, the two wearing matching clothes. Nick wearing a black muscle tank, black shorts with white lining, a black hat along with some white shoes. Y/n wearing a black bra, booty shorts lined with white lining, and a 'black panda' dunks. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as they smiled at each other. Y/n singing to Nick, "I've tried to fight our energy but everytime I think I'm free.." Nick mouthing a small 'yeah' as the music continued. 

You get high and call on the regular

I get weak and fall like a teenager

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you? (Back to you, baby)

The video switched to the 'couple' fighting again as they shoved each other. Y/n was crying as Nick shouted at her. 

"God why are you so fucking clingy!?" 

"I'm clingy because I know WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!" Her voice raised near the end of her sentence as she sized him up. 

Puffing his chest and glaring down at her before shaking his head and shoving her onto the couch. "I'm done with your psycho ass." He grumbled only for y/n to stand on the couch and push him. "Fuck you mean you're done?!" She yelled as he turned to her. 

"I mean I'm fucking done y/n IM DONE WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU." He said before walking out of the apartment. 

The door slammed as y/n growled and threw a picture at the door then broke down on the couch. 

I get drunk, pretend that I'm over it

Self-destruct, show up like an idiot

Why, oh why does God keep bringing me

Back to you?

Y/n sat on her couch, letting Nick have their old apartment as she now had a significantly bigger one. She was watching tv in a black lingerie set, her phone going off with the name 'Nick🤍'  causing her to look at it. She sighed softly and opened his messages. 

Nick🤍

Y/n 

Baby

Take me back. 

I fucked up. 

My friends say I'm boring and all I do is cry over you, let me come backZ 

 I'll be better for you. 

y/n 🩷

You've said that a lot. 

I used to believe that. 

Nick we need to stop this, going back and forth. 

You need to be happier and I'm not the cause for that.

Nick🤍

Fine. You're a bitch anyways. 

🖕🏻

😪 

y/n🩷

Okay Nick.

Read 2:40 AM

I go back to you, back to you, back to you (I go back to you)

Back to you, back to you, back to you (Back to you)

A couple years later

Nick sat at a bar for some social event with the rest of the groupchat. They were all off doing their own stuff, he drank a small white claw and watched as Issac and Yumi danced in a ridiculous manner. 

Eventually he noticed a girl sitting at a table with longer hair. It might've been the alcohol talking but he could've sworn it was y/n. 

She looked good, healthier actually. Her hair was longer yet nicely put in a messy bun, a nose piercing, long nails, her face looked fuller, lips a bit more thicker, just overall healthy. 

The guilt filled him up as she walked over, not noticing him yet. She ordered a vodka tonic and smiled sweetly at the female bartender. Looking around and eyes landing on Nick. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you everytime

I go back to you, back to you, back to you

The two had started talking about three hours ago, they left the bar around hour one. Y/n had been talking about her growth in singing and modeling while Nick spoke of his growth with streaming and videos. 

The two were at a in-n-out, standing out greatly due to the pair wearing obvious clubbing outfits. Also their loud laughs that boomed over the other people in the restaurant.  

Letting out a small sigh Nick looked at y/n. "I like this..." he admitted. She looked at him confused before he explained further. "Us being this comfortable. Not to be rude but when's the last time me and you actually had a decent conversation like this?"

A awkward quiet covered the two "we'll at least you can still make a conversation awkward." She joked and took a sip out of her milkshake. 

She stood up and laid a twenty on the table, "well here to pay you back." She grabbed her purse and handed him back his jacket. 

Nick watched as she left, quickly following behind her "y/n!" He said before stopping her and kissing her softly.

Her hand raised to slap him before melting into the kiss, hand falling on his shoulder with the other one limply pulling him closer.

They pulled away and chuckled softly, both eyes closed still until they kissed again. 

I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time

[maximoffswriter]

Lean On Me.

warnings: self harming (hitting yourself, after doing something stupid)

pairing/s: parent!Cate Blanchett x fem!reader

genre: h&c / fluff?

summary: r has been so caught up with her tasks, and all she wants is for them to end. Forcing herself to finish them all in time, she messes up a lot, which led to r coming back to her old habits.

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME! also this is a self indulgent fic :)

word count: 436 words (baby fic!)

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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Your POV:

12 unfinished assignments.

My mind's a mess, so are my things. I can't seem to get anything correctly.

I have 2 essays due in 3 hours, and I've barely started on one. Hitting myself on the head, I mentally tell myself how stupid I am.

I want to scream out loud, as tears start to stream down my face. The words on my laptop screen becoming a blur.

"I-i can't do th-this.." I stutter out, breathing becoming uneven, and shallow.

I try to keep going, ignoring the hundred million thoughts in my mind.

I type and type until I couldn't understand what I was typing anymore. I read the essay once I thought I've completed it. "God, what am I doing?!" I say, hitting myself on the head once again. "dumbass, I'm such a dumbass!" repeating my actions until I feel as if I've had enough.

I fix the essay, and once I've done that I immediately submit it.

I release a sigh of relief as I see that I still have an hour and a half to finish the other one.

I take a sip of water, and immediately start on my essay. This one was easier as it only needed 500 words, and the topic was something I'm familiar with.

My stress decreasing little by little as I come to an end with this.

"Finally." I smile, submitting the essay. "Just 10 more fucking assignments to do. Good thing they aren't due until this Tuesday." I sigh.

Just then, my mom enters the room. "Hi, my love." she says, making herself known. "Hi." I smile, though she can't see my face.

"What are you working on?" She asks. "Just some assignments." I respond.

She stands behind me, watching me work. "Need help?" she asks. "No, no it's okay." I smile, looking up at her.

She notices my bloodshot eyes. "Oh, darling. You need to rest, don't overwork yourself." She says, her expression changing from calm to worried. "I'm fine, Mom. I'm not overworking myself, I promise!" I say, trying to convince her that I'm not stressed.

"Oh, but you are. How about we take a power nap, and I'll help you when we wake up?" She asks, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Okay.." I nod.

She takes a step back, letting me stand up from my chair, and once I did, she pulls me in for a tight hug.

"You can lean on me, you know? If you're tired, I'm here."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you more, my dearest."

We lay down on my bed, and slept.

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