#its up to you to decide if the nuzzling really was in her sleep

[clavissionary-position]

(Translation) Emma Turns Into a Bunny Again [His POV Story]

Gilbert's new (120k🙃) bonus-story for the My Honey's a Bunny event. The actual title of the story is "How to Properly Keep a Baby Rabbit."

Contains some sexual content. MDNI.

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I was spending my days in contentment after bringing the little rabbit home from Rhodolite when this happened.

Gilbert: ......

(A rabbit...)

I'd fallen ill last night and decided to sleep in a separate room from Emma so she wouldn't notice.

But when I came to meet her this morning what I found instead was an actual rabbit.

The color of its hair and eyes were exactly the same as Emma's.

And the dress I'd gifted her earlier was now carelessly spread out on the floor.

Gilbert: [still shocked] Did you go and turn into a rabbit again?

When asked this, Emma began to nod repeatedly.

(Well this sure takes me back...)

Back when I'd been staying in Rhodolite, a rather unexpected event had occurred where Emma had turned into a rabbit.

I'd ultimately concluded it to be a dream at the time, and I was sure I was probably dreaming this time around, too.

However, dream or not, that didn't change the fact that Emma was now a rabbit.

Gilbert: Hehe, are you sure it's alright not to run from me this time?

(Even though you were so blatantly scared the last time.)

When I knelt down on the floor, Emma rushed over to me in a series of hops and began nuzzling my knee.

But then she suddenly froze-up for whatever reason and instead began repeatedly tapping me with her front paws.

(I can't really tell what you're trying to say, but... you're being so cute that it makes me want to immediately go get a cage ready for you.)

I picked up Emma the very literal little rabbit with my hands and raised her to my eye-level.

Her rabbit ears twitched as though she were trying to convey something to me.

Gilbert: Is there something you want to tell me?

With another series of nods, Emma took her short little paw and pointed to her own mouth.

(Oh, I see...)

[Flashback to his original event story]

Emma: H-hey, wait... I turned back...

Emma: ...Hold on, I'm naked!?

Gilbert: Completely naked.

[End flashback]

(If I recall correctly, it'd been a kiss that time that had returned her to her original form.)

Her cute, round eyes now were insisting I bring our faces closer.

Getting a request from such an adorable creature would make anyone want to do whatever it asked.

(However...)

Gilbert: I'm going prove to you that I still love you all the same even as a rabbit. Which is why... you understand, don't you?

(I won't let you kiss me that easily.)

Even though I understood what Emma was flying into a panic over trying to tell me, I hid that acknowledgement behind a smile.

(Wouldn't it be a waste to have you turn back right away when you're this cute?)

Gilbert: It's almost time, little rabbit.

Gilbert: I'm inviting some nobles from the region over today. I figure it's been a while since I've played the Conquering King.

After securing the little rabbit in my breast-pocket so she wouldn't fall, I began walking.

I felt like even the depressing stuff about to come could be enjoyable in itself with the little rabbit at my side.

I sat on the vile throne and gazed down upon the nobles bowing their heads.

Every time I assumed this position, I was reminded that I wasn't a man but a beast.

But I had the little rabbit sitting all small and quiet on my lap today, and so my mind was at peace.

(Looks like the nobles and soldiers alike are curious about Emma.)

Not that any of them would say a word about it.

Because they were quite aware that any imprudent remark here and now would only result in immediate beheading.

Gilbert: [grinning] Well, then, shall we start?

Gilbert: I've gathered you all here today for no other reason than to discuss the smuggling reports I've received.

The atmosphere grew tense at once.

I gently stroked the little rabbit with my palm when she, too, stiffened.

Gilbert: Those who have any idea about what I'm talking about should step forward now.

Gilbert: I'm in a good mood today. Which means as long as you don't lie, I might actually show a bit of mercy, you know?

Baron: My gravest apologies, Lord Gilbert.

One of the nobles bowing their heads rubbed his forehead against the floor.

Baron: It's true that we discovered a smuggling route within our territory. However, our house is not involved with it in any way whatsoever.

Baron: The matter is currently under investigation, and I have a progress report with me.

Baron: I'm truly sorry for not reporting it before you—

Gilbert: Oh, no, no, I wasn't talking about you.

Gilbert: My words were directed at the man groveling beside you.

Baron: Huh...

Earl: ...T-this is my first time learning about any smuggling—

Gilbert: Ohh, so that's what you're going with.

Gilbert: I was especially trying to show you mercy today, but what a shame.

(Even though I don't want to scare the little rabbit too much.)

When I turned my gaze to my lap I found the little rabbit looking up at me with worry.

(Are you worried about me or are you worried about the man? ...Because if it's the latter, I'll have no choice but to kill him.)

I gave her chin a little tickle as my way of saying things would be okay.

Gilbert: Earl, you used someone else's territory and then tried to pin the blame on them.

Gilbert: It's the deception that Obsidian so adores. But unfortunately, deception is also the very thing I despise most in this world.

Gilbert: I'll ask you one more time, though. Do you really not know anything about the smuggling?

Earl: ......

The man turned pale and held his tongue as I unleashed my murderous intent.

This was common behavior among liars.

Gilbert: ...I see. That's fine, then.

Gilbert: I don't want my adorable little rabbit to have to see any blood. And besides, it's not like there's really any clear evidence to begin with, right?

The earl's blatant show of relief was all-too-easy to understand.

Gilbert: But you know, it's your fault my precious little rabbit is so scared.

Gilbert: To be this frightened... Poor little thing.

(It's probably because of the murderous intent I'd unleashed... But he was the one who made me do so in the first place.)

Perhaps it was animal instinct that made her so sensitive to murderous intent that wasn't even directed at her.

The little rabbit trembled, but when I stroked my fingers between her ears, her tiny face nuzzled closer to me.

(Crap, I'm gonna smile.)

Gilbert: [managing to keep his cool] Well, at any rate, you're at fault for scaring my rabbit.

Earl: Lord Gilbert...?

Gilbert: Therefore, guilty. Of a grave crime on top of that. Put him in jail, Roderic.

Roderic: Yes, sir!

Earl: Wait a minute! No matter how you look at it, this is just—

Gilbert: Huh, what's that? You dare complain against me?

As I presented my usual smile, the room fell into silence at once.

(Let's see about detaining him on charges of intimidation of a rabbit until he comes clean.)

(...I'll handle whatever comes after when the little rabbit isn't looking... Hehe.)

Once the deceitful man was taken away, not one of the remaining nobles tried making eye-contact with me.

The only one who looked at me straight-on was the little rabbit.

(Another worried reaction.)

(...Is she telling me to show the man mercy? And yet that's not what I'm sensing.)

(What could it be, this unease...)

Baron: ...Lord Gilbert, we...

Gilbert: Oh, I'm finished with my business here, so feel free to retire. Thank you for your hard work.

Gilbert: But do keep this in mind.

Gilbert: —I will never tolerate corruption and deceit. Each and every one of you should give yourselves a good look if you wish to live a long life.

(You guys are my deception reserve group, after all.)

All the gathered nobles saluted in a panic and left the throne room with pale faces.

Gilbert: Come, little rabbit. I'm sorry for scaring you. I'll bathe you thoroughly as an apology.

Once the audience ended, I immediately put together a hot bath out of concern that I'd exposed her to a filthy atmosphere.

(Although half of it's just my mischievous spirit.)

Surprisingly, the little rabbit didn't show any restraint.

She obediently immersed herself in the hot water in the basin while firmly keeping her head raised.

(She still seems worried even though we left the throne room. ...Am I just imagining things?)

Gilbert: You hated this so much the last time, little rabbit. ...Aren't you embarrassed?

After I lathered my hands with plant-based soap and began stroking it along the little rabbit's fur, her eyes narrowed in relaxation.

(You have complete trust in me nowadays.)

After rinsing her with hot water, I wrapped her small body in a towel.

But just as I did, the little rabbit suddenly began flailing around violently.

Gilbert: Ahaha, are you only now getting embarrassed?

(I wonder if I accidentally touched some place funny.)

I gently held her close to my chest so I wouldn't drop her.

Taking that momentary advantage, the little rabbit nimbly hopped from my arms until the tip of her nose touched my lips.

(Oh...)

Emma: Whoa!

The rabbit turned into a person right before my eyes.

I obviously wasn't going to be surprised by this in the event it happened a second time.

But I couldn't help but stare fixedly when a wet, naked body appeared before me.

Emma: ....Please don't look at me like that.

Gilbert: [grins] I washed every inch of you, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about at this stage now, right?

Gilbert: But I definitely got careless there, didn't I.

(I never imagined I'd fall for such a basic trap.)

In normal cases I would have absolutely picked up on the little rabbit's ploy.

Gilbert: ...I'm disappointed in myself.

Emma: Hya—

A cute sound spilled from her lips when I bit her neck.

Whether she was a person or an animal, the little rabbit was utterly adorable.

Gilbert: I wonder if a rabbit will listen properly to whatever you say if you train it?

I slid my lips from her neck to her collarbone before descending to her breasts and gently biting the tip.

As I rolled her nipple with the tip of my tongue while taking in the soap's pleasant fragrance, Emma hurriedly tried to push my forehead away with her hand.

Gilbert: [smiling] What is it?

When I peered into her face I found her eyes wavering and trembling with worry, just like when she'd been an animal.

Emma: Gil...

Emma placed a hand on my forehead while looking like she might start crying at any moment.

Emma: I knew it... You have a fever!

Gilbert: [surprised] ......

Emma: Are you saying you didn't notice? Even though you're this hot to the touch?

(Ah... So that was the meaning behind the little rabbit's gaze.)

Gilbert: Hehe, or maybe I'm just aroused from seeing you naked?

Emma: That's ridiculous. Your hands are always cold when you undress me.

Emma: Let's head to bed at once!

Gilbert: When you put it like that—

Emma: I don't mean it in a pervy way, I genuinely just want you to rest!

Emma pulled my hand and forcefully dragged me to bed.

(...I'm okay, though...)

But just like that, I was laid against the sheets and put to bed.

Gilbert: [smiles] Little rabbit.

Emma: Do you need medicine?

Gilbert: ....Yes. That's right, I need medicine.

I swallowed what I was actually going to say and instead pulled Emma under the covers with me.

Gilbert: Hehe... I have an all-purpose medicine right here, so I imagine I'll get better in no time?

Emma: ...I pray that's what happens.

Emma nuzzled her face into my chest the same way she had when she'd been a rabbit.

She must have clearly noticed how fond the beast was of such an act.

(Baby rabbits are the weakest of creatures in this world.)

(Eaten up by beasts right away, and seeming like they'll die at the slightest thing...)

(Even so, you were the only one.)

(I met with loads of people today, but you were the only one who looked me in the eye and noticed something was wrong.)

(The brave and kind-hearted little rabbit...)

I hugged her hard. Tightly.

(Please let me feel that this isn't a dream.)

~fin

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If it really is a dream again this time around, then he's having this dream while sleeping, sick, in a separate room. And even though he chose to do so because he didn't want Emma to notice that he's sick, this dream shows that what he actually wants is the exact opposite. I mean, it's Gilbert. Of course that's what he wants. To be comforted. And to catch Emma naked.

I hope he wakes up in Emma's arms. And I hope he gets scolded for trying to hide how he was feeling.

Disclaimer: I just throw stuff into translators online, so accuracy is not guaranteed. References: こくこく 1 | わけでもない 1 | この俺 1 | ともなれば 1 2 | やましい 1

[flowergirlmiwa]

two besties are having a sleep over and end up sleeping in the same bed. in the middle of the night one of them wakes up and notices her bestie nuzzled up to her while she was asleep and shes like "i love the way she feels in my arms right now" and holds her closer

[lessi-lover]

my best girls II a.russo & l.williamson ~

so this is my first throuple fic... tell me if you enjoyed, because i personally enjoyed writing this.

★ a.russo & l. williamson

as the morning broke, a gentle sunshine steamed through your curtains, gently waking you from your slumber. as an early riser and a self-aware overachiever, you couldn't help but feel the urge to get up and make the most of your off day. that, or you had been restless all night, your mind unable to give a single moment of peace.

the sheets rustled loudly, as you tried to slip out of the coziness of your bed, you cursed yourself as you tried to leave without alerting the sleeping blondes.

stretching your arms and yawning quietly, you carefully attempted to remove your body from their warm embrace. leah always alert, however, tightened her arms around your waist, pulling you back against her sleep-warmed body. she let out a soft, sleepy murmur and nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck.

"where do you think you're going, love?" a familiar voice spoke from beside you. leah grinned, her breath tickling your ear.

you turned your head slightly to see your other girlfriend, still half-asleep, shifting closer and draping her long legs over yours, preventing you from leaving. "yeah, it's our day off. you don't need to be doing anything else, but cuddling me." she said stubbornly, voice thick with drowsiness, moving her arms to wrap around your chest.

your limbs were absolutely exhausted, your legs almost falling off when you crashed into bed last night, but now you were determined to make the most of your day off from football. "i just thought I'd make us all breakfast or something…" you let your head fall against your pillow, sighing dramatically. both the blondes chuckled at you, a small glare sent their way, at their blatant ignoring of your words.

leah pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder. "breakfast can wait. right now, we want you here with us." she told you dismissively.

alessia mumbled in agreement, both their limbs tightening around you. huffing, you blew a strand of hair out of your face, as you tried to focus on anything but the intense boredom you were feeling.

feeling torn between your desire to seize the waiting day and the undeniable pull of their warm embrace, you decided to give it another try, the worst that could happen was that you were to stay bored.

this time, you carefully shifted your weight and managed to slip one leg out from under the covers. but before you could make it any further, leah's hand found its way to your waist, and she gently pulled you to her chest, preventing your escape. alessia, now more awake, did the same with your thighs, holding you securely in place.

"no stay! you promised cuddles," leah ordered sternly, her lips grazing the front of your sternum. alessia joined in, placing a soft kiss onto your hair. "we finally get you to ourselves, baby, no leaving," her usually soft voice raspy with sleep.

they really were the most infuriating women you had ever met.

trapped between their loving hold and your desire to do something other than be still, you let out a defeated sigh. it seemed that the desperation of their affection had won, and you surrendered to the comfort of their embrace.

as you settled back into their arms, leah and alessia exchanged contented smiles, their fingers tracing aimlessly patterns on your skin. leah found your hair and began to gently card her fingers through it, eliciting a pleased hum from you, although secretly you were trying anything to ease your boredom. alessia's lips found yours once more, this time in a slow and tender kiss.

outside the window, the world was waking up, and the distant sounds of the busy city began to filter into your room. but here, in your soft envelope of blankets, time seemed to stand still. with each passing minute, your desire to be productive subsided, instead replaced by an overwhelming sense of contentment.

leah's voice, soft and filled with affection, broke the comfortable silence. "We love you so much, you know." her hands rubbing up and down at your sides.

"more than anything," alessia chimed in, placing more sweet kisses to your shoulder blades, the both of them engulfing your body between their own.

you felt your heart swell with love and gratitude. "i know," you quipped, cheekily, a sarcastic smile plastered proudly on your face. "hey!" alessia grunted, her teeth sinking harshly into your shoulder, biting your skin. "ow!" you yelped, grabbing your red skin, now with indented teeth marks. alessia hummed shamelessly at you, pleased with herself.

"try again, missy." leah spoke scoldingly, the both of them ganging up on you. "fine," you said reluctantly, although both blondes knew this wasn't the end of your little 'acting out'. "but i don't have a lot of love left to share, i've got quite a hefty list of well-paying clients, y'know."

this time, you were rewarded with a slap on your thigh. Rolling your eyes at your girlfriends, you were met with a not-so-friendly slap. that was your last warning, you needed to stop now.

"stop being cheeky, it won't get you anywhere," the older blonde spoke, offering you a pointed look. "sorry loves, I love you very much." You spoke sincerely. your lips molding perfectly, yet so uniquely with them both. "you take such good care of me, my best girls." there was so much love threaded in your words, as you wrapped your arms around both their necks, settling your body on top of them.

their smiles widened, and you were wrapped in a tight, loving hug as if they were trying to convey their love for you through touch alone.

and so, you stayed there, cocooned between their warm bodies, in a state of true bliss. the day's plans and need for productivity faded away, and you realized that sometimes, the most special moments in life were the simplest ones, the ones that allowed you to stay within the embrace of the girls who you loved the most.

[hotmencore]

“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬” 𝐃𝐑𝟑

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: In which Daniel learns the true extent of his girlfriends hatred towards mornings.

Warnings: language, but other than that it is pure fluff

Word count: 700+

A/N: Sunshine x grumpy is one of my favourite tropes so i had to make a fic for it, and no one is more symbolic of the sun than Daniel Ricciardo. This will probably get edited because i don't really like it.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

Everyone knows that Daniel is a pure ray of sunlight. He is the joy of the grid, and the life of the party around family and friends. Everyone also knows that his girlfriend is all of those things too. You both match each other perfectly, your contagious smiles, your quick witted humours, everything! Well, apart from one thing.

Mornings.

Daniel is always in a good mood, including at 8.00am on a Saturday, but you on the other hand, are in a good mood about 98% of the time. And that 2%, includes 8.00am on a Saturday.

Daniel woke up at that time today, and wanted to get up on time to start his day. But you, did not. And Daniel knew that. He has always known that. He always will know that. But today, he decided that he would try his luck with getting you up at the same time as him, as he would for once like to actually start his day off with his girlfriend. He turned over in bed to face you, your head somewhat shoved into your pillow, face turned away from him, the covers laying over your body delicately.

Daniel decided to try a simple and slick approach, slithering his hand beneath the covers in order to not move them too much, to lay his arm around your middle. You shifted slightly, and Daniel instinctively held his breath. You didn't wake up, so he was able to quietly breathe a sigh of relief, which absentmindedly made him rethink his choices. But he knew he had to commit. He shuffled up towards you, his bare chest now lightly scraping your back.

Now was the time.

Daniel slowly leaned into the crook of your neck, and placed a soft kissed on your bare skin.

"Good morning love" he murmurs.

All he gets in return is a loud inhale, and an even louder groan. You roll away from him in frustration that you had been woken up, your face now shoved even further into your pillow. This does make Daniel chuckle, as he once again laces his arm round your waist, and this time, pulls you flush to him, away from your lovely cool pillow and soft covers. You open your eyes slowly, and do nothing but groggily death stare him.

"Hello little miss grumpy" he tries again with a grin. But before he can even respond, your hand that lay on the outer side of your boyfriend slams down beside you to grab your pillow, and to speedily swing it back past you, aggressively thrashing it down on his face with a thump. Of course this 'violent' throw of a soft pillow didn't do any harm, but Daniel was still taken aback by the new found approach of you pretty much telling him to piss off and let you sleep.

"Fuck off Daniel, its too early" you mumble, although your body still lay wrapped up with his.

"Love its 8, not 4" he replies with a small chuckle, removing your pillow from his face.

"That's still too earlyyy" you groan, causing a real laugh to come from your boyfriend, who was finding this torment of yours quite hysterical.

"Come on, we can get up together and have breakfast at a normal time for once, not at like 11 for a change, Who knows, you might actually like it" he offers, a slight hesitance prominent in his voice.

"You can get up, i'm not" you quickly reply.

"Come on, mornings aren't that bad" Daniel counteracts.

"Fuck mornings" you respond, nuzzling into Daniel further, trying to fall back asleep. Through instinct, your arms go around your boyfriend, now fully cuddling him. Although you were still annoyed that he woke you up way earlier than you would have liked, you couldn't resist the warmth that radiated off of his bare, muscly chest.

Daniel ponders for a second, and finally decides to give up on his attempt, now deciding to do mornings your way, just this once.

"Yeah alright, you win, fuck mornings" he repeats, a small smile playing at his lips as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

From beneath Daniel, you smile with pride at your amazing Saturday morning win against him and his early mornings,"Victory is sweet, but sleep is even sweeter, so shut up now so i can go back to it."

[wriothesleybear]

I need more soft moments with New!Dad Wriothesley 😭! Maybe the first night home he’s instantly awake the moment he hears his newborn daughter crying and will hurry to see her even though she’s fine. He sits in the rocking chair with the tiny baby on his chest, his big hand completely covering her little body as he rocks his daughter back to sleep 🥺! His wife comes to the nursery concerned why he hasn’t come back to bed and has to gently talk him into putting their daughter back in the crib so he can go back to sleep…

omg i love this anon! its so cute and true🥹 he barely sleeps the first couple of nights because he's on alert the whole time for when his daughter cries. being the first one to tend to her so you can rest after having to do all the heavy work for the last 9 months. he would be the type of husband/dad to try and lessen the work load for you. after all, he's usually gone often due to work so when he's home, he does all the work with the baby while you are finally able to relax.

sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night finding your husband's side of the bed empty. knowing he's probably in the nursery again, you quietly walk there and find him asleep in the rocking chair with your daughter in his arms. it's an adorable sight to see. you contemplate waking him up, but ultimately decide to. you gently nudge him while avoiding to wake your daughter. his eyes slowly open and land on you. "what are you doing up? you should be in asleep in bed." he groggily asks you.

"i should say the same thing about you." you say as you gently comb your fingers through his hair. "come on. let's put her back in her crib and go back to bed." he doesn't move, not wanting to let her go, worried that she'll cry again once he sets her down. "she'll be okay wrio. she's fast asleep." he finally hums in agreement. he gets up from the chair and puts your daughter back in her crib, tucking her in and leaving a kiss on her forehead. once he's done tending to your daughter, you grab his hand and drag him back to your room. you both lay down on the comfy bed. he's already on the verge of sleep as his head hits the pillow. you pull the comforter over the both of you and snuggle close together. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nuzzles into your neck. "such a good dad." you coo at him as you wrap your arms around him in return, rubbing his back to lull him to sleep. you know he's finally asleep when you feel his breathing slow and he begins to sightly snore. you feel your eyes getting heavy also and you soon follow after your husband to the land of dreams.

a while later, you're suddenly awoken by the cries of your daughter. your husband is awoken also and begins to get up until you stop him. "don't worry. i'll get her this time. get some sleep darling." he gives you a look that silently asks you if you're sure. you smile at him and pull him back down to the bed. he's too tired to protest and takes you up on your offer. you leave a kiss on his forehead once he gets situated back in bed. you get up and head to the nursery to tend to your daughter while your husband catches up on some sleep.

thank you for sharing your thoughts anon🥺❤️ i really needed the fluff rn. i hope you have a lovely day/night🥰

[eyebagshawty]

Hey, I really like your works! I wondered if you could make something about suicidal reader and astarion, gale, halsin and anyone you feel like.

But only if you're comfortable with it. Some general hurt/comfort would be ok. Best inspiration 💛

Blurbs for Male Companions Comforting a Suicidal Tav

Pairings: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Wyll

Warnings/Tags: some canon typical violence, suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt, angst, comfort, some are durge Tav, probably a dead dove do not eat situation

A/N: As someone who struggles with this type of thing daily, I really enjoyed expressing my interpretation of this; it was therapeutic in a way. These are blurbs, so it may not be as developed as I would like, but I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want a part two with the ladies :)

Astarion

Marcus had kidnapped Isabelle. The sweet cleric had welcomed your party into the arms of Last Light Inn, and somehow you were too weak to save her. It was your fault.

Your. Fault.

Astarion had comforted you after, saying you couldn’t have known you would need every last bit of your magic to give your help. You couldn’t have known you would need to rest. It was just as much of a surprise to him, to Shadowheart, to Karlach. But the more you stare at Nettie’s wyvern toxin — more of a keepsake at this point than a tool for battle — the more you decide you should’ve known. Jaheira’s expression after Last Light had fallen, it’s burned into your memory. You had promised her your only intention was good, but there was still something in her eyes that showed blame.

As you watch your companions move around camp and settle next to the fire, your left hand subconsciously lifts your dagger from its holster; your right hand coming up to your mouth to open the seal of the wyvern toxin. Where could you even go from here? There was no moon lantern, but no reason to go back. You don’t even have anywhere to go back to if you think about it.

You really are a monster, the tadpole your own scarlet letter. The dagger is slathered with the wyvern toxin, and as you smile at your lover from across camp the dagger makes a shallow slice into your thigh just out of sight.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed guys, we’ve got a lot to plan tomorrow about where to go from here,” you mumble, your eyes slightly glazed from the poison entering your system. Your companions nod in agreement, each one heading to their tent to prepare for bed. Astarion, however, watches you. His brow furrows, and he’s about to offer for you to sleep in his tent again, but you’re already in front of him. “Hello love, I know it’s a bit early into, well, us. But I was wondering if I could sleep with you tonight.”

Astarion gently takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. “Of course my sweet,” he whispers. But the closer you get to him, the weirder you smell. He can smell the familiar bouquet of your blood, just a trace of it, but there is a sour note in there. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” As he looks back up to your eyes you let out a sob you’d been holding since earlier that day. His eyes widen; he isn’t good at comfort but for you he can try. “Darling what’s wrong?” He prods, needing to help you in your state.

You feel you can’t verbalize it, so your tadpole nuzzles up to his, asking for entrance. He accepts, and the images of your actions, your thoughts, your feelings flood into his mind. After the connection breaks you crumple to the ground, the poison entering the later stages.

Astarion’s thoughts immediately clear as he stares down at you in horror. He gathers your body into his arms and runs to Shadowheart, your seemingly now small and delicate form writhing within them. Shadowheart stands as she sees him running. “What happened Astarion?” She sternly quips, her eyes softening at the sight of you.

“They… it was one of those winged horrors. It poisoned them. Please help them. Please.” Astarion looks down at your eyes as they twitch and gaze blankly towards the sky. Shadowheart eases an antidote and a greater health potion into your mouth. Once you have your faculties about you once more, you lean your face into Astarion’s chest and weep. “Shh my love, let’s get you to bed.”

He lays you down gently to the various pillows in his tent, his every vein screaming to run. He isn’t ready for this kind of care and work a relationship requires. What am I thinking? It’s Tav, not some sorry bloke from a tavern. Get yourself together.

“I’m sorry. That was a pathetic idea for me to have, I know you might not want to explore this any further and I’ll still help you with-“

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling,” he mutters as he strokes your cheek with his fingers. “I’ve been right where you are before. Nowhere to go further but nothing to go back to, hmm?” You nod and he gives you a sad smile. “I find that I’m more happy than ever to be alive right now. Well, unalive but that’s no matter. I have you. We will find a way to get that damned moon lantern. I’ll bite everyone in this camp to take a break for a day. Whatever you need. I’m here and I… I love you.” He definitely didn’t think of saying the L word now of all times, but as a surprise to him it feels perfectly right.

“I love you too. Please just hold me.”

And so he does.

Gale

As you wake to the blinding light of the sun, restraints tug at your wrists. The memories of the last night come flooding back into you. The fear in Gale’s eyes as you bit at him that he had tried to hide, the way you kept failing to break through the urges to speak to him. He was so sweet to you. He didn’t deserve it. You love him.

“Glad to have you back with us my love,” Gale whispers into your ear as he frees your wrists and ankles from the restraints. He helps you to your feet and leads you to the fire. “Breakfast is ready. You told me your favorite is an omelet with bacon and some tea?”

“Yes, but you didn’t have to do this for me. I was being dreadful to you,” you mutter, looking down at the food.

“Of course I did. Our love knows no bounds, right? Now, eat. Baldur and his gate are waiting for us.” He kisses your head and you force a smile, shoving the food into your mouth as if you aren’t sick to your stomach with yourself.

-

The fight in the astral prism had put everyone off kilter. When you had found out the protector in your dreams, the person you needed to trust with your life, was a mindflayer, you only wanted rip each tentacle off its face and eat them as it watched. You did trust it. You were just so deplorable you thought its intestines would look beautiful around its neck to hang outside of your tent as decoration.

You can’t stand yourself anymore. Not just your actions, but your body. The urges make your body hurt, make your head pound and your stomach wretch. You never see a person in the mirror, you see a diseased sack of flesh squealing to be kept alive.

Gale holds you in his lap, leaving soft kisses on your neck as he reads one of his unusually large tomes. You feel disgusting. You will never deserve something nice like this. “I’m going to go see if I can spot the city from that building over there love,” you whisper as you kiss his cheeks and stand up, your stomach twisting as he gazes at you with loving eyes. He can’t love this, can he?

“Do you want me to tag along? I love a good tower as much as the next wizard,” he asks softly as he rubs your sides with his warm hands. You shake your head and force another smile. His brow lightly furrows but he shakes it off and presses a kiss to your lips in parting.

You find yourself sitting on the edge of the tower roof overlooking all of Baldur’s Gate. It has been a couple of hours, and you decide you don’t want to know any more about Orin or the makings of the absolute. Something in your mind tells you it will be the end of a lot of things if you find out. You shakily stand, letting out a ragged breath as pebbles skitter off the edge from under your feet. You close your eyes, exhale, and lean forward, when you fly through the mist into Gale’s tent. You let out a broken cry as warm and strong arms wrap around you, smelling of parchment and tea leaves.

“My love, I’ve felt the immanence of our situation for a while, and when Mystra abandoned me I thought I was as good as a newborn gnoll, destined for nothing but madness. But darling, what were you thinking?” He mutters into your hair.

“The urges won’t- nothing will stop. At my core I’m evil, something to be exhausted. I can’t-“

“Tav, I wouldn’t be as in love with you as I am if these things you said about yourself were true. I would give up my tressym to Astarion if it meant I could relieve any of your pain. Don’t tell her I said that though, Tara would never let me hear the end of it.” You let out a quiet chuckle, his dry humor always helping. “Now let’s sleep, no matter what this packed and unforgiving city does to us we will get through it together.”

“I love you, please, please don’t leave.”

“I would never dream of it.”

Halsin

Orin has captured Gale, and you feel helpless. Did you really not know your friend well enough to see that a shapeshifter was in his place? You have known him for months at this point. And yet, it was your fault for not checking in with him. For getting in that petty fight over the crown of Karsus that made you both ignore each other.

As you and your party trudge once again through the sewers, Astarion and Shadowheart both bombard you with questions about their personal needs within the city.

“Shadowheart, I understand we need to go to the House of Grief but Gale could quite literally be dead right now,” you assert softly, trying to show that she means just as much to you.

“Ugh, Gale. Of all times we have to be in a pickle it has to be over him and right now,” Astarion mutters to himself. You try to push down your frustration but the smirk on his face pushes you over the edge combined with his next words, “You’re the one that’s supposed to be making the rounds, darling. I can take Shadowheart to the house, and you and bear boy can find the bootmuncher.”

As shameful as it is for you, tears burst from your eyes as anger and anxiety take over. “So go. I don’t care anymore since you have never gone out of your way for us. I… fuck!” You slam your sword onto the ground and walk yourself back to cool off.

As Astarion builds up his retort, hurt and defensiveness flashing across his expression, Halsin steps in front of you protectively. “Calm down, Astarion. This does not need to be a fight. Let’s just break for the day. Come, my heart.” As he takes your hand comfortingly in his, you feel a gnawing dread seeping into your bones. This was all your fault, and you keep burning bridges with people you care for and you don’t know how to stop.

At the end of the day you find yourself in the middle of the woods, further from camp than Halsin liked, but it was your privacy; you asked for it and he would respect it. You stared down at your sword, your hands jaunting out to hold it at an awkward angle towards your chest. It had been like this for around an hour; you couldn’t even do this correctly, thinking about how everyone would grimace if they found you like this . Fuck it.

As the knife glides through your padded armor, a large hand places itself on your shoulder. It’s warm, and it smells like herbs and cinnamon. “My heart, please. This is not the way. We’ve come so far on this journey, together, and almost nothing has ever gone wrong. Silvanus guide me, please speak. I need to hear that you are okay,” Halsin chokes out, his voice thick with concern.

“It’s just… I would have known if Gale was acting weird. If I hadn’t pushed him away. I’m doing the same to Astarion, I’ll do it to all of them. When someone goes Illithid it will be on me. Hells we’re taking a break and he could be anywhere.”

“As much as we all love you little one, there is no leader. Nobody could have seen that coming. I had choice words with Astarion, and he would love to speak with you. Everything is handled, I just need you to understand that we can take the weight off of your shoulders occasionally. I love you with everything inside of me. Please know that you are loved.”

The sword clatters to the dirt, and Halsin brings you into his arms; a bear hug in every sense of the term. “I guess I will need Astarion to sew this back up,” you mutter, finger the frayed threads above your heart.

“That sounds like a great idea, little one. I’ll put on some tea for when you’re done.” He kisses your head and walks you back to camp, his arms never leaving your waist.

After a cathartic conversation with your resident vampire, a big brown cave bear awaits you in your tent with blankets and tea.

Wyll

On the dock overlooking the Chionthar, a blade glares up at you from your worn fingers. The Netherbrain is dead, your friends are free from the things that bind them, but you don’t know if it’s the same for you. Nobody forced you to create the Illithid plot with Enver Gortash, nobody forced you to kill Alfira. Her face will haunt you forever, what you did to her in a cold sweat during the middle of the night.

Sure, you had given up Bhaal’s inheritance, but it was still your skin that was covered in blood. It was still your face that bit and spit at the urge’s victims. It was with your eyes that you looked down at Alfira’s cold and eviscerated body. Wither’s had resurrected you in the temple, but you still felt shame creep into your veins. You weren’t a new person, you just forgot.

You saw Wyll hugging Karlach, her new Illithid form unusual but still distinctly her. You want to be with him, you need him like breathing, but the guilt and regret is gnawing at your flesh like a newborn gnoll. Maybe he would be better off taking his role as grand duke by himself, the whole city would whisper of the mad adventurer that had to fight for forgiveness to their complicit nature in the plot. As the blade begins to take its final drink from your wrist, Wyll looks up and shouts your name.

An eldritch blast knocks the blade into the sea, and warm hands wrap gently around your wrist, and a handkerchief is pressed to the small nick. He smells sulfuric but sweet like cinnamon apples as he presses a worry-filled kiss to your head. It comforts you but it shouldn’t; you don’t deserve this. “My love, what is wrong? The netherbrain has fallen, Karlach lives, what could trouble you this much?” He whispers into your ear, making sure the others know this interaction is private.

“I can’t live with myself. I may have forgotten a good extent of my past, but I remember everything from that point on the nautiloid onward clear as a whistle. It’s too much to act like I’m this hero,” you whisper back, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Wyll lifts up your left hand, a ring glinting in the morning sun. He kisses the knuckle wearing it, and looks up into your eyes with a bittersweet smile. “I did not choose you to be the love of my life, my sun and stars, because I thought you were evil my love,” he kisses your cheeks and puts his forehead to yours. “That wasn’t the you I see before me, this wonderful creature who sees past my horns, past Astarion’s vampirism, past Gale’s orb godssakes,” he chuckles and you let out a quiet laugh.

“I just don’t want to be that again. Ever again,” you whisper as you glance at your joined hands. Wyll brings a hand to your cheek and kisses your lips with a tender touch.

“It will take time. Just like I have newfound bumps in weird places, I need to get used to those. It’s being human. Now come with me, future Ravengard, we have beers to slam with our friends.”

He helps you up, and pulls you into the tightest hug as if you could disappear. You walk into the brightening dawn to the Elfsong Tavern, making sure tease him about becoming the grand duke the entire way.

[frogchiro]

FALLS ON UR FEET, LISTEN TO MY BRAIN MISS FROGCHIRO, omegaverse/werewolf 141 AU

141's sweet sweet mate spending time with her pups, 4 out of 5 pups are asleep snoozing. Lifting one up into the air as it tries to blink away its weariness away, wanting to protect his mama but once you start singing Love Like You By Rebbaca Sugar (yes its a steven universe song) the poor pup can't resist sleep,

"if i could be half of what you think of me, i could do just about anything, i could even learn how to love"

Ghost seeing this little scene through a crack in the store and OOH HOHOHH he has to bite his tongue so he doesnt let out any happy chirps, it makes him feel /so/ warm on the inside.

PLEASE THIS IS SO DARN CUTE OH MY GOOOOOD

Nesting with your newborn puppies has become one of your favorite things; whether it's your instincts, your love for your babies or most probably both, doesn't really matter. All that matters that your litter is already with you and their fathers, all safe and comfy in your nest ;;

Gaz, Price, Soap and Ghost almost can't be torn away from their new family, their instincts and hormones raging at even the thought of leaving their omega and babies but being a soldier is a demanding job and even though they already filed for extended leave, there's still so much to do. You assured them that the babies and you will be alright, they're still tiny, barely a few weeks old and not very active yet so all you need to do is feed them and cuddle with them in your nest.

After a few hours Ghost became terribly restless and decided on checking up on you and the pups 'just in case' and that's when he walked onto a sight that will be engraved into his mind until the rest of his days.

You, beautiful, sweet you was holding one of your babies, the rest four pups were in a cuddle pile and sound asleep but the one you were holding was looking a you with a look of sheer child-like wonder and adoration, although due to your singing Simon could see from the gap in the door that his little son was slowly drifting away, lids getting heavy and finally his tiny chest was rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, finally asleep.

The blonde man had to physically restrain himself from chirruping at the sight, chest already vibrating with deep purrs as he continued looking at the sight of you smiling and nuzzling against your son before putting him back down to his sleeping siblings and laying down yourself to drift off to sleep with a small smile still on your lips.

Simon had to forcibly move away from the door and back to his duties before his instincts would take over and he'd just go and cuddle with his family all day. He promised himself in that moment that the second his and the rest of the packs duties end, they will B-line to the den and cuddle, nuzzle and scent to his hearts content.

He loves his family so so much <3

[turtletaubwrites]

A Good Catch ~ Part 3

This was part of my 600 Follower Celebration and I can't thank you enough for all the support. I was glad y'all voted for Shanks... until I wrote this!! It was supposed to be the end. But I wanted them to have more sex. And that led to more fluff, and that led to... Anyways, I know what the end will be, but I'm not going to embarrass myself again by saying it'll be the next chapter. 😅 I have been consumed by this story, and I really hope you enjoy it!!

Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4613

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 (End)

Ao3 Link

Summary: Your unplanned vacation is filled with more than just the pleasure of a certain pirate's touch. Turns out that pirates and fishermen share a love of stories.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, Alcohol, Hair Pulling, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Be safe out there), Birth Control, Pet Names, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Outdoor Sex, (Very Mild Exhibitionism), Porn with Feelings, Aftercare

A/N: I need help

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“Thanks for takin’ pity on our captain.”

“None of that, Lucky Roux,” Shanks scolded, grabbing the bowl of food the man had set down on that dingy table by the fire. 

Sunset was on its way, and your stomachs had dragged you reluctantly out of his bed, only to be greeted at the camp by the loudest, and rowdiest cheers you’d ever heard. 

Shanks had gotten them to tone it down a bit, kissing your burning cheeks as you sat at his table, but it seemed that Lucky Roux had started it up again.

“He’s right,” Benn agreed, raising his mug to you. “I don’t think we would have survived another night of that.” 

“Isn’t Y/N just beautiful? Isn’t she–,” another pirate called in a sing-song voice as he mimicked his captain, and your mouth fell open as the whole crew joined in. Shanks started blustering, trying to rein it in, but it was too late. 

“Did you hear how funny she is?”

“And she's soo fiery, did you see her?”

“I was drunk! I was out of my wits,” Shanks yelled over the din while you sat back and laughed. 

“I will personally murder each and every one of you!”

He gave up, taking a long drink from his mug while you studied his profile. When he finally looked at you, you couldn’t fight the evil grin on your face.

“Fiery, huh?”

“Alcohol does a lot of things to the mind, and–”

“Are you blushing, captain?”

Your red haired pirate didn’t allow you to lean close to find out before he pulled you to him, kissing you hard. You felt his low hum of approval at the tiny noises you made for him, but it was all drowned out by another round of applause.

“I'm gonna need more booze for this,” he grumbled, waving his now empty mug in the air until a pirate came to fill it.

“Fiery,” you asked again, whispering in his ear before chuckling as he choked on his drink. 

“Yeah, well,” he wiped his chin, turning to smirk at you, “I’m pretty sure you like me too, damsel.”

He looked way too pleased with himself as you bit your lip, digging into your food to keep from squirming.

You thought he might steal you away back to his quarters as soon as your bowls were cleared. Instead, he pulled you onto his lap as you spent time with his crew. So many smiling faces, so many stories, so many songs. It seemed like the whole crew took turns joining your table, and tapping their mugs against yours as they introduced themselves. 

Now that you didn’t think they were going to attack you in your sleep, you’d decided to drink whatever it was they put in your mug. 

But after toasting with so many pirates in a row, you were starting to feel it. 

“Mm, Shanks…”

"Mhm," he purred back at you as you nuzzled against his ear. 

“I think I’m drunk.”

“Well,” he started, leaving a warm kiss on your forehead, “what does my drunken damsel nee–”

He leaned forward with a wicked chuckle that told you he’d be getting back at you for what you’d just done. You had grinded your ass into his lap, and he was already growing hard again. That sensation had your head lolling back until he sat you up straight on his knee, his arm around your shoulders.

“So you’re demanding and greedy, huh?”

There was no point in arguing as his eyes poured over you, hungrily taking in your ragged breathing, your bitten lip, and the needy look in your eyes. 

You watched as he wet his lips, his eyes growing darker even as the light of the fire shined within them.

Nodding as he mouthed the question ‘ready for bed,’ you held onto him, only a bit wobbly as you made your way through the crowd. The shouts of the crew were hardly noticeable with his hand in yours, his thumb smoothing over your skin. 

The moon was even closer to being full tonight, and its light dancing on the ocean made you pause after you stepped on deck. 

“I haven’t stopped to look for awhile,” you confessed as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“Look at what?”

A surprised laugh bubbled from you as you gestured to the moonlit waves.

“Anything!”

A wave of energy and pleasure rolled over you, and you threw your head back to let out a joyful yell.

“It’s beautiful,” you screamed at the moon. “And look at the waves, they’re so…”

Your joy in this moment felt so freeing, but it broke your heart to realize just how stifled you’d been. To not remember the last time you relaxed, the last time you looked at something just because it felt good. 

Shanks caught your hand as the heat of tears rose in your throat. His hair seemed to glow under the silver light, and you didn’t think you’d ever met someone as beautiful as him.

“You’re beautiful too, Y/N,” he rasped, pressing your knuckles to his lips. 

“Don’t you mean, ‘fiery,” you laughed in his face, stomach starting to hurt as giggles took over. 

He sucked his teeth, narrowing his eyes at you as he dropped your hand. 

“You won’t be so fiery after this.”

Shanks twisted his fist into the back of the shirt you’d borrowed, and dragged you, kicking and screaming, to the edge of the ship. Toward those beautiful waves.

Happy, drunken fingers tore at the buttons of the loose shirt until you pulled yourself free, cackling as you held your hands to your bare breasts, and ran inside.

“Y/N,” Shanks shouted, as the pirate on night duty started rolling with laughter. 

You had never had this much fun in your life.

Those wood paneled halls all looked the same, so instead of looking for his quarters, you just kept running.

The chase didn’t last long before he shoved you against a wall, his knee spreading your legs as your chest heaved. He dropped the shirt to the ground to push your hand aside, massaging your exposed breast as he kissed you. 

It was more than kissing. Drinking, eating, taking. 

His thumb brushed over your nipple, already hardened from your flight through the ship. He timed the sensation with his knee pressing against your clothed cunt, and you felt his smile on your own lips as you cried out. 

“You’re lucky you’re not a member of my crew, Y/N,” he rasped in your ear, low and dangerous. “This kind of spectacle would have earned you quite the punishment.”

His heat left you as he grabbed the shirt off the ground, holding it up silently until you pulled it on. There was something about him now that you hadn’t felt before. It wasn’t frightening. 

But it was powerful. Commanding.

It had you melting under those dark eyes. 

“Are you ready for bed, sweetheart?”

All you could do was nod, letting him guide you by the hand until he had you spread on those red sheets again. 

Until he had you screaming his name, begging him to fill you up, to leave you dripping. 

Still not enough. 

He’d kissed his way across your body, pulling you close as his breath went deep and slow with sleep. Once again, this pirate reminded you of the sea, his touch both gentle and chaotic, his voice both soothing and seductive. 

Last night you had such conflicting thoughts about him. Tonight his arm was curled around you, his spicy scent more intoxicating than whatever they’d poured in your mug. Tonight your thoughts all matched up.

He’s wonderful.

I’ll never get enough of his smile, his voice, his touch.

I’ve never felt happier than I have with him today.

He’s leaving in a couple days, and I’ll never see him again. 

~

“Don’t you trust me by now, beautiful?”

He couldn’t see your small smile as you secured the blindfold over his eyes. 

“Don't you trust me,” you teased, tugging the fabric further down his nose.

“You do have a history of attacking me unprovoked–,” he laughed, holding his hand up to stop your retort. “I just wanna see your pretty face.”

Pressing a kiss to his pouting lips, you made your way down the bed. 

“Guess you’ll have to learn to be patient.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but let out a sigh instead as you started tracing your fingers over his skin, giving him the same attention he kept giving you. As if each part of you was precious to him, and he wanted to savor every bit.

Savor. I want to savor this. 

So you did. Everything left your mind except for this moment. The way it used to when you still loved to fish. 

Shanks had helped you remember how to enjoy life.

You wanted to pay him back.

“F-Fuck, Y/N…”

His red hair fell back against the headboard as you sucked the tip of his leaking cock into your mouth. He fisted the sheets, your name and breathy curses still falling from his lips.

Your mouth and fingers had already teased his whole body until he was twitching, so you didn’t waste time with teasing now. With one hand sliding along his shaft, and the other massaging his heavy balls, you circled your tongue around his tip until spit slid down his length.

“Please, Y/N, let me take this off. Let me see you.”

“Not yet,” you breathed, before you forced your way further down.

“Fuck, please,” he begged, drawing out the words as he moaned. “I need to see your face, I need you, please.”

His shaking, desperate body, and his continued pleas to see you froze you for a moment, your mouth still around his tip.

“Please, I need to see you. Fuuckk, I need you, ple–”

“Take it off.”

This was the face you would never forget. 

He looked almost pained when he took it off, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. Then the eyes that met yours looked frantic, almost feral as heavy breaths came from his parted lips. 

He touched your jaw, lifting your face as spit trailed from your mouth to his swollen tip. 

“I don’t wanna stop looking at you again.”

Chills ran over your skin as you whimpered, your hands clenching on him until he moaned. He let you go, but you were too stunned to move, your hands pausing their task. 

He didn’t beg you to continue. He didn’t tease you. He didn’t say a word.

Shanks just stared at you, a hint of a smile on those lips.

Until a low growl filled the room, breaking the spell.

“Does my damsel need breakfast,” he teased softly.

You answered by taking his cock down your throat, relaxing as you pushed yourself further. 

“Oh my– fuck! How are you…”

All the filthy, needy sounds he gave you spurred you on. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, until you forced them open, forcing yourself to meet his hungry gaze. 

You still hadn’t taken in all of him, but the slide of his thick veins along your tongue told you that you might not have time. 

So you pushed further, moaning around him when he wrapped his fingers into your hair. Tears were already prickling in your eyes when you gave him a nod, bracing yourself on his hips. Letting him take control.

“Gods, you’re fucking perfect, sweetheart. So beautiful taking my cock down your throat. I need you so fucking bad–”

Breathing through your nose and hanging on, the feel of him pushing so deep while he watched your face, while he praised and moaned for you… It was all so much, your own body twisting in on itself with need. It felt like you might come without a single touch. 

“So good for me, baby. Take my come for me–”

Unrestrained groans tore from him as he twitched, his hand forcing you down. You cried on his cock as hot ropes of come spilled down your throat, so hot, so fucking much. 

Your mind was empty of everything except for swallowing every last drop. After he’d emptied himself in you, he lifted you gently, letting out a pleased hum as he watched you lick your lips, and drink it all in. 

“Mm, my damsel,” he purred as he kissed your neck, “my darling. Do you wanna have breakfast before or after I drown in your pussy?”

Your stomach could wait. 

After a few minutes of water and rest so you could relearn how to breathe, Shanks worshiped your body again, leaving you tingling, giggling at his soft touches. 

“Come here, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”

Shaky knees held you up as your nails dug into the headboard. You leaned your forehead against the wall as Shanks’ tongue dragged through your folds as if looking for treasure.

And he found treasure, sucking your clit until you chanted his name.

“Relax,” he rasped, tugging on your hip, “I need my pretty girl to sit on my face.”

You had looked down into those devilish eyes, and his words alone had you crying out. 

“But–”

“I’m a pirate, sweetheart. I can hold my breath a long time if I need to.”

His wink tore a laugh from you, and you wanted to poke him for it, but he managed to yank you down with his one hand, his strength making you gasp before his tongue did. 

He rocked your hip back and forth until you followed his movement, grinding your needy cunt across his face. He moaned into your sensitive skin, and you made sounds you didn’t know you could make. 

“Shaaanks, feels so good.”

Every moan, every word you gave him seemed to set him on fire, his tongue exploring so deep when it wasn’t attacking your clit. Rubbing yourself back and forth felt unreal, his mouth and nose driving you mad.

“Please, fuck… I’m gonna come, Shanks.”

You tried to pull away, but he wrapped his arm around your thigh, pressing down across your hips so hard, adding to the pressure.

The screams you let out were so loud, the whole camp had to have heard you. You fell forward and gripped your fingers in his hair, only able to watch those dark eyes for a second before you came in his mouth.

Shanks didn’t stop, he kept moaning, playing, drinking you in until you slumped against the headboard, and begged him to stop. 

“Mm, you look a little distressed,” he rasped in your ear. “How’s my damsel doing?”

He caught your hand as you tried to slap his chest, your limbs weak and useless.

“My girl’s still fiery after all that,” he laughed, kissing the inside of your wrist. “Want me to order us breakfast in bed?”

~

“Where did you grow up?”

It seemed you wouldn’t be leaving the bed at all today, lounging in messy sheets as you held each other. Laughing, humming with pleasure, sitting in the most comfortable silence you’d ever felt. 

Until you started asking questions. 

“You’re lookin’ at it,” he gestured vaguely, bringing a frown to your lips.

“Could you be a bit more specific? I don’t think you grew up in these quarters.”

Shanks let out a sigh, rolling to see your face better.

“I grew up on a pirate ship. Always been a pirate.”

“Literally? Or is this some pirate showboating shi–”

“Literally,” he laughed, his grin making you squirm, almost forgetting your goal. 

“Well, you’ve heard my whole life story,” you drawled, lightly poking his chest. “I’d like to hear something about the drunken pirate that took me hostage.”

“It’s a vacation,” he teased, leaving kisses on your neck until you squealed.

He gave you a satisfied look as your skin flushed, before tapping the tip of your nose.

“You really haven’t heard of me?”

“Should I have? I don’t really pay attention to gossip. The news seems so far away from this shitty island.”

Tilting his head, he gestured to himself, puffing up his chest.

“Red Haired Shanks?”

“… Well, that is how I would describe you,” you deadpanned, trying not to laugh. 

Another heavy sigh left him as he stood, and you admired the sight of his toned body as he headed toward the desk. He laughed at the mess he’d made emptying the drawers last night before he picked up the little stone, and tossed it to you. 

He winked when you caught it, rolling it around in your hands while you watched him pull out a piece of paper.

Staring at it for a minute, Shanks turned back to you, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s alright,” he said softly, walking toward you as you sat up in the bed. “I have to show you something, and I don’t want you to be scared.”

Sitting beside you, he caught your eyes, holding your gaze as if you’d disappear if he looked away. 

You didn’t think anything about him could scare you anymore until this moment. 

“What is it,” you choked out, hoping you weren’t about to lose this perfect feeling with him.

He quirked his lips as he looked down, the crinkling of paper the only sound as he laid it on your lap.

“Wow, you look…”

Shanks’ gorgeous face had distracted you. You knew he was a pirate. Of course he would have a bounty on him. But…

“4,048,900,900 berries?”

It felt like your eyes almost popped out of your skull as you shrieked, smacking his chest while he gave a sheepish grin.

“Looks like you’ve got expensive taste?”

“What the fuck, Shanks?”

Shoving the bounty poster at him, a headache started to form as your mind failed to comprehend a thing.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he soothed, stopping himself as he reached out to touch your shoulder. “I’m still just me. Your handsome, drunken pirate, okay?”

You stared at him dumbly as he chewed on his lip, and you were present enough to see the worry in his eyes.

“You’re still safe with me, Y/N. You’re still safe here. I would never hurt you.”

He stopped himself again as he reached for your face, his breath catching when you took his hand in yours.

“I know,” you whispered, holding his hand against your cheek. “I know I’m safe with you.”

A smile of relief broke across his face as he leaned in. You stopped his lips with your fingers, and narrowed your eyes at him, watching his go wide.

“Now you owe me some stories.”

His laugh was like music, and you gasped as you let him fall upon you, letting this pirate taste you, his kiss full of desperate, infectious joy. 

“You have heard of the king of the pirates, right?”

~

“I’ve never met anyone who’s lived more stories than grandma.”

“Your grandma sounds like an amazing woman. What kind of stories did she live,” Shanks asked as he walked his fingers along your skin.

“Well, the thing about fisherman,” you laughed, stretching your arms above your head, “is that you never know which stories are true or not.”

You tapped his nose as his eyes fucking sparkled at you.

“You keep telling me that lying is bad for the soul, but lying for a good story is what makes a true fisherwoman.”

Shanks beamed at you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“Do you think any of her stories were true?”

Countless hours beside her, just waiting for a bite, flooded your mind. Those were times you treasured, before you grew to feel ashamed, and frustrated with your lot in life.

Those were times that felt magical, like every possibility was free for you to grasp.

“I'd like to think so,” you mused, seeing her playful grin in your mind, “but I’m pretty sure she was a pirate if they were.”

He let you taste his smile as he kissed you, and you’d never tasted anything better.

-

The two of you finally left his quarters for dinner, his warm arm and cloak wrapped around you as you were met with more cheers at the camp. 

“Listen up, crew,” Shanks shouted as he stood, his drink held high. “Our fisherwoman has tales to tell of her grandma the pirate, so let’s gather round. Let’s toast to the woman who taught our fiery damsel how to live!”

Tugging at him was useless as the crew gathered around the fire, their raucous cheers dying down as they waited. 

You were frozen, caught in dread and embarrassment until they called for you.

“Come on, fisherwoman! Let us hear it.”

“Tell us a story, Y/N!”

Shanks rubbed along your spine before taking your hand. You held the stone in the other, and let her stories pour out.

You’d never had anyone to share them with before, and it felt like home. Their reactions, their laughs, and questions, all of it spurred you on. The way they’d cheer and toast over triumphs, and curse over misfortunes, filled you with pride.

“That’s Skypiea, “Yassop called out, amidst a wave of affirmations.

“What’s that,” you questioned, this being the first real interruption of the night. 

“That island,” Benn explained, “we’ve been there before.”

“Don’t fuck with me. That’s stupid, I know she made this one up,” you argued, annoyed with the lies on their faces. “An island in the sky? Come on.”

Shanks squeezed your hand until you looked at him. 

“It’s true,” he swore, eyes heavy with it. “You’re the only one who’s allowed to lie on this crew.”

“But…”

“She must have been a great pirate if she made it to Skypiea,” Lucky Roux chimed in. “What was her name?”

None of them recognized it, and you tried to put the idea to rest.

“If she was a great pirate who settled down with a kid, she probably changed her name,” Benn stated, as if it were fact.

“No. That’s crazy…”

“To the great fisherwoman pirate,” Shanks toasted, with what sounded like reverence. “May her stories live on.”

You drank to the calls of ‘hear hear,’ and her untrustworthy name being shouted at the finally full moon. 

“Well, she did cuss like a sailor,” you whispered, still dissociating after Shanks had pulled you onto his lap. He laughed, kissing the top of your head before he whispered back.

“Wanna take a walk with me?”

“Mhm.”

Everything was so bright, the moonlight making the world feel even more surreal. 

This man I’ve been drowning in is an Emperor of the Sea. 

And grandma's stories might really be true...

You’d been too lost in thought to notice where he’d taken you, until he helped you climb onto the smooth rock by the tide pools. 

Careful not to slip, he guided you around to a relatively dry spot, far enough away to be untouched by the tide this early in the night.

“How are you feeling?”

He touched your chin as you sat down, bringing a small gasp to your lips when you saw his shining face, lit like some mythical creature under this heavenly sky.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, genuinely searching yourself for the answer. “I think I’m good. It’s just a lot.”

His slow smile caught you again, and the knowledge that your time was short shook you, making you reach for him too.

Falling into a hug, you breathed in the scent of him.

I wish this never had to end.

“You sure you’re alright,” he checked in, smoothing his hand over your back as you buried your face in his chest. 

“Kiss me.”

Your whispered command took your breath as his lips met yours. The gentlest of touches, the sweetness he poured into you, made it even harder not to let bittersweet tears fall.

One more day. I have another perfect day with him. Don’t ruin it. 

Your hands curled into his hair, and you whimpered with need as he let you push him onto his back. 

Shanks met your desperate need, grinding up against you as you straddled him, drinking your moans as your tongues danced together. Chaos, the crashing waves getting closer. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, watching you stand to strip under that silver light, tugging his pants down so that you could feel him again.

You needed to feel him again.

“Y/N, you’re incredible. I…”

The full moon lit your skin, but not as much as his gaze did. Those dark eyes left you on fire as you rode his perfect cock to the sound of the tide, his rough hand making you shake as he smoothed along your hips, your stomach, your chest. 

“You make me feel so good,” you moaned, still fighting off the bitter from the sweet. “I’ve never felt so—“

Shanks found leverage against the stone, making you cry out as he thrusted up into you, forcing you to steady yourself with your hands on his chest.

“Fuck, I could stay inside you forever, sweetheart. Your perfect pussy sucks me in so well— Mm fuck, yes, baby.”

Falling forward, you moaned against his skin as you came. He kept fucking up into you until you screamed his name.

“Making yourself come on my cock,” he soothed, stroking your hair as his rhythm slowed, but never stopped. “My girl is so good, so good for me.”

His praise brought whimpers from your lips until he pushed himself up, kissing your neck as you sat in his lap, still holding his heat inside you. 

“Will you help me spread out the clothes, beautiful? I need you— I need to watch you under the moon like this. Please, damsel, let me…”

You both moaned as you pulled yourself off of him, crawling to the pile of clothes to spread them out. He finished stripping, helping you lay down with a makeshift pillow.

Your fingers wrapped around his length, guiding him to your entrance as his eyes burned into yours. Leaning his weight on his elbow beside you, Shanks’ powerful body started to pump into you, filling you, stretching you. 

Slowly, but so deep it made your eyes roll back. 

“Look at me, please.” 

His words were barely a whisper, barely loud enough to hear over the waves. But you heard his plea, your fingers digging into his skin as you studied his face. 

It hurt. You fought to let it be joy. But the intensity, the need, the awe that seemed to flow from him was too much. 

Because it seemed to match yours, and you couldn't risk believing it.

Timing your breath with the waves, you let the bitter fade away. You let yourself be nothing at all, except for the lucky person making love to him under the light of the moon. The lucky person whose skin got to be seen, and touched, and tasted by this perfect pirate. This beautiful, sweet, intoxicating man. 

Neither of you spoke again. Just watched each other as you fell apart, and the only words given to the night were your names. 

Your bodies met that blissful moment together, like some pagan ritual. The bright sky bore witness to pure pleasure, pure connection. 

The magic seemed to last forever, your breathless bodies still melded together. Still together. 

Until bitter finally won, breaking the spell as salty tears slid down to meet the tide. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”

Mourning the loss of him as he left your body, you brushed those tears aside, and did what every fisherwoman knows how to do.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, smiling as you touched his cheek.

You lied. 

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a/n: Please save me, I am down a rabbit hole. Too far down, I think. Damn these "one shots," consuming my soul, making me fall in love. I don't know if I'll recover from this one.

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[hoonvrs]

NOONA — 43: virgin with a capital P (+written 0.4k)

repetitive heavy bangs came from the front door, one quickly following after the last without a second in between, "stop trying to break the door, what is wrong with yo-"

yns sentence quickly got interrupted when a figure decided to tackle her into a hug the second he saw the door creak open, and although she had never been too fond of physical touch she found her arms wrapping tight around the blonde boy.

"oh my god, you’re actually here," peeking his head out to look at her, "you’re actually back."

"well yeah. was meant to be a surprise until i was some other girl touching up on you," yn rolled her eyes playfully trying to push sunghoon off her — if he even allowed her. she felt him internally panicking trying to pull her closer.

"no! you know its not like it come on," he sulked, giving her his best puppy eyes. "i was trying to get away but she was being pushy and you know i only care about you."

petting him a few times on the head, "yeah, yeah i know. cant really blame her though, blonde really suits you." running her hand through the strands of his newly dyed hair, watching the blonde move with each stroke of her hands.

"you like it?" sunghoon asked stupidly, who in their right mind would not like it. not yn. he looked at her as if his question even garnered a different response.

"id be blind not you, you look good."

"better than jake?"

"you little shit," she giggled, "can we get away from the front door my leg is cramping." yn tried to walk back into the living room, a task she found hard to do with a specific blonde boy who showed no signs of letting her go anytime soon. "you gonna let me go or what?"

all he did was shake his head, his intentions were clear from the start pulling a fake groan from yn, "okay well, i’ve been up for almost twenty hours i’m taking a nap."

"ohh, cuddling. didn’t know you liked me like that noona," he winked, finding her annoyance amusing.

"okay. leave me then and let me sleep alone," she pushed him away jokingly, laying on the sofa ready to sleep.

"NO! you cant sleep without me," he whined, laying beside her stiff.

already feeling sunghoons previous awkwardness around her start to return"you can hold me you know. i don’t mind." she whispered, but soon she felt arms wrapping around her waist and a head nuzzling into her chest, "now sleep, i’m tired."

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[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter Twenty-Six - The “Single” Life

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

A/N: Thank you all again for your patience, kind words, and support while I worked on this chapter. It makes me really excited to bring this story over the finish line.

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[excerpt]

She woke up first, her internal clock set to the ass crack of dawn due to years of early morning swim meets. Usually she’d greet an early morning like this with a middle finger and a groan as she buried herself back into the abyss of her covers. But today, she was kind of glad she woke up early.

After all, how often was it that she actually got to see Tomura Shigaraki asleep in her bed?

It was a shame that he had so much trouble sleeping — for a lot of reasons of course — but right now, she couldn’t help but think it was especially tragic due to how cute he looked asleep. The handsome details of his face, that were typically so hidden by his anger — those long lashes, full lips, well-defined jawline, and of course that wonderful little beauty mark — they were glowing now under the soft light slipping through her curtains. He was so at peace, not a furrow in his brow or a frown line in sight. So natural, hugged by her valley of fluffy pillows and blankets. Surrounded by comfort.

She decided to take the risk of moving some of his hair out of his face, those surprisingly soft locks curling delightfully around her fingers. The palm of her hand brushed against the skin of his cheek, awakening her to another discovery. The skin around his cheekbones was actually surprisingly soft, not dry and crusted like she’d always assumed. Just raised from the scarring, from a lifetime of self-abuse.

It was incredible to think about. In just a day, so many of her preconceived notions about Shigaraki — the texture of his skin, the idea that he’d never apologize, the selfishness she so deeply associated with him — it was all proven so incredibly wrong. And it had her realizing just how little she truly knew about Tomura Shigaraki.

And how excited she was to learn.

He stirred awake then, and she found a brand new favorite look on him. His dazed, dreamy expression as he slowly came into consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, lips smacking gently to regain some moisture. A moment of disoriented wonder as he recognized that he wasn’t in his own room. But then a contentedness settled in its place as he realized that he was more than okay with the room that he was in. He happily buried himself back into the bed as he found some still half-asleep comfort in the covers.

She smiled, burying herself back under the covers with him, nuzzling her forehead just inches away from his own.

“Sleep well?” 

“Yeah…” he breathed, dreamily.

Then suddenly his eyes snapped wide open, the realization hitting him hard. He shot up to a sit with a speed that made her jump a little.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up to meet him.

“What time is it?”

“Huh? Well uh…” she took a quick look at her phone, “Like 6:30?”

He looked down at the covers, at himself in the covers, and really just tried to take that in.

“We… slept through the night?”

She smiled a little sadly at the utter disbelief in his voice. The idea that sleeping through the night was not normal for him. 

“Yeah,” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Yeah, we did.”

Shigaraki looked back at her, and sobered from his shock quickly as he took something else in from the situation. They’d had sex last night. No, not just sex. If there was such a thing as making love, Shigaraki couldn’t believe it was anything else then what they’d done. They’d shared their feelings (however indirectly). Shared sacred details of their pasts. Held each other close and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. What they’d done together last night was different than anything else before. It was real. It was something they had to talk about. 

But that neither was really ready to.

His sense of security and comfort went as soon as it came when he realized that. 

God, what the fuck had he done?

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[tisaolin]

Hey there! Love your MK writings! You are good at it and your writings absolutely deserve more likes! ( I really mean it, trust me I never give anyone's work a free compliment unless I really like it )

Can I request a cute, sweetheart and clingy(cute kind of clingy, not annoying one) S/O? Can you write it for

Skarlet: She was an orphan so she pretty much didn't get much love.

Kuai Liang: His heart is fully frozen

Scorpion: You prob already know his sad story.

Mileena: Because of her looks she is desperate for love and attention.

S/O likes to

Giving their partner a suprise hug from back

Nuzzling their nose to their partner's cheek

Cuddling them when they are sleeping

Giving them a suprise peck on their cheek or lips

Laying down on their laps when they got a change

AWW THIS IS TOO CUTE

(I lost my gifs btw 😕)

Skarlet

Girlie is frowning on the outside, beaming on the inside

The suprise hugs catches her off guard a bit and shes startled for a split second but she come around to it. She enjoys it and if you squint, you can see a little smile and blush forming on her cheeks 😶

When you’re laying in her lap, best believe she is playing in your hair. Even if she has to change she stops to play with your hair, after all, a change of clothes can wait

SHE FEELS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE QUEEN!! Shao Kahn who? She only knows s/o

When you nuzzle your nose in her neck, she’ll force you to cuddle. Plain and simple as that🤷🏾‍♀️

Scarlet sleeps on her sides so youre a big spoon for a fact. Tell me otherwise.

Mileena

My poor sweet baby. You better love her with ALL your heart.

At first, she’s skeptical and rightfully so, her so called “sister” (no hate to Kitana tho, love her) refused her, her creator regrets making her, and overall people reject her because she’s half tarkatan. So of course she is, rightfully so, suspicious of this sudden affection.

Ngl…Its damn near IMPOSSIBLE to kiss her lips and cheeks let alone nuzzle her cheeks due to her teeth so you peck/nuzzle her on the nose.

You almost your life the first few times you gave her back hugs but she gets used to it eventually and at this point expects hugs. Thats why when you don’t give her hugs she looks at you like you committed a crime more horrific than any crime she’s committed.

I do NOT care what yall say, Mileena is a very hygienic person. Since her face isnt “attractive” to others she uses her body which means she also has to keep her hygiene up there. So when shes trying to change and you decide to tackle her and lay on her lap shes lowkey dissapointed but its whatever.

She likes when you cuddle in bed. It helps her sleep better and reassures her of both your safety and her safety.

Hanzo

(This ones gonna be short for the most part🤧)

Hanzo is pretty much the same as Mileena. In some ways.

When you hug him from the back the first few times, he almost burned you alive.

When you cuddle him, it gives him reassurance.

Giving him suprise pecks are definitely a suprise and he gets so shy!!

When you nuzzle his cheeks he blushes and smiles so hard its so obvious that he’s enjoying everything.

Hanzo is a patient man so when you decide to lay on his lap before he can change his clothes. He doesn’t mind.

Kuai

Oh boy…. This will be interesting!

When you decide to hug him from behind, he freezes up, you get caught in the ice 😩poor you.

Its just so awkward, when you kiss him and nuzzle him he just stands there.

Something like this

When you cuddle him he just lays there all stiff its honestly funny.

Laying down on his lap when he’s trying to change isnt a problem since he is also a very patient person.

[cynopcis]

Would you?

Pairing: hq! osamu x reader

Osamu lets his gaze linger on your back as you move around the kitchen, you’re cleaning up his mess from preparing dinner while he cleans up the table after you’ve yet another delicious meal. A privilege from dating THE Miya Osamu.

He is mesmerized with the way you move so seamlessly around his kitchen with no wasted time and no wasted effort. He momentarily forgets that no you do not live with him but you might as well with the way you know your way through his kitchen so well.

“Gross,” Atsumu remarks, “Stop looking so in love please.”

Osamu side-eyes his brother and throws the washcloth towards his direction, “Why don’t ya be helpful fer once?”

You ignore the twins as they have another of their banters and continue your task diligently.

“I’m yer guest, Samu, you can’t make your guest do the chores.” He says as he flops down the couch and reach for your cat that you often bring along.

“You’re a freeloader that’s what you are,” Osamu glares at his twin as he sets down stacked dishes on the sink, “I know for a fact that you can now cook edible meals.”

“Edible but not very appealing to eat,” you say from beside him, you turn to Atsumu and give him a questioning look “I’m a guest too but I do chores as well.”

Atsumu waves his hand to dismiss you both, “But you practically live here.”

Although he seems unfazed, Osamu dwells on the words Atsumu just said to you: “But you practically live here.”

‘Maybe its time.’  He thinks as he watches you do your usual nighttime routine with the products you usually use which he bought specifically for usage in his home.

‘I mean I don’t see why not.’ He thinks as he watches you fold your clothes that you washed in his washing machine and place it in his closet.

‘I should just really ask at this point.’ He thinks as your cat finds her way beside Osamu in his bed, he pets her absentmindedly as he ponders on how your dynamic might change. He also realizes then that your cat loves him (he hopes he’s right) so there’s no problem at all.

He just has to ask you and make you say yes.

“A kiss for your thoughts?”

He looks up at you and leans in, you kiss him on the cheeks, and make yourself comfortable on his side. He decides to ask you then, with you spooning his side and your cat situating herself on Osamu’s chest.

“Would you and Miku like to live with me?” he asks, “It doesn’t have to be here of course, we can find another apartment, and you don’t have to say yes, I swear it won’t change anything if you reject my offer but y’know I just thought it might be nice if we-“

You interrupt his ramble with a touch on the cheek, “I would love to live with you Samu and I’m sure Miku would love to as well.”

“Would you love to live with me, Miku?” Samu addresses her directly, you both observe her for any movement and are delighted to see her slow blink in return.

You give him a peck on the cheek and nuzzle your face on the side of his neck, “Let’s leave the other details for tomorrow and sleep.”

“Alright.”

And right then and there, as you lie in bed next to him smelling like him and yourself, Osamu decides that the next big question that he’ll be asking you is if you would marry him.

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[rinarin01]

Overtime — Dazai Osamu x Female Reader

a/n: reader always go overtime, but one day she notices a certain someone actually waited for her<3

extra note: its reader's birthday here!

Tick tock tick tock

You continued to type on your laptop, only halfway done for your last report of the day. It was already 5 o' clock and your shift was supposed to end 4 hours ago. But the thought of leaving a stack of paperwork, all unfinished, in your desk greatly bothered you. So you decided to work overtime and finish them all before the day ended.

Kunikida had already tapped out, leaving the keys to the office so you can lock up after you were done. The sun was starting to set, leaving a red and orange colored sky that illuminated around the office and produced a warm and beautiful ambience.

Your lips form into a thin line as you typed the last words of your report. You release a tired exhale as you shut down your laptop and stretch your arms to relieve the soreness forming there. Standing up, you cleared out your desk and took a quick glance at Dazai's own work area— you quickly decided to give it a clean and organizing some important documents accordingly while clearing out the unimportant ones.

Once you were done, you yawned and grabbed your coat from the back of your chair and putting it on. But as you neared the door, you noticed a very familiar figure sleeping at one of the agency's couches. Your eyes widen a bit.

"Dazai? Why are you still here?" You walked towards his figure and gently poked his shoulder to wake him up. The brunette shuffled awake and yawned, slowly sitting up and stretching his arms up tiredly.

"How long have you been here? Why didn't you just sleep back at our dorm?" You ask worriedly. His body seemed to shot up at the sight of you as he hurriedly took something from the back of the sofa. Your eyebrows raise in curiosity.

And to your absolute surprise, he pulled out a birthday cake and a bouquet.

"Can't I wait for my lovely girlfriend who so happens to turn a year older today?" He replies, your mouth was agape— you did not expect this at all. He pulls you into a hug as he sets down the cake to a nearby table. You smiled softly and hugged back, stroking his hair. Dazai nuzzles his cheek against yours, melting from your simple touch as he starts to gently rock the both of you back and forth.

"you really waited for me.." you whispered, it was a simple surprise yet you were overjoyed.

"Of course bella, though I have to complain— why do you stay here until so late?" He whines, resulting in a chuckle from you.

"Maybe if someone did their work I would've been home a few hours ago." You tease, he seemed to freeze up before replies with a stutter.

"W-who would do such a thing? Letting a beautiful lady like you do all their work?! How cruel." He dramatically sighs, patting your head continuously as if comforting you. A small smile paints itself on his lips as he hears you laugh.

"Y/n." He called out softly.

"hm? yes dear?"

"Happy Birthday." You smile and pull away from the hug, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek and thanking him again and again.

"..Dance with me?" Dazai offers. His heart swelled up with complete and pure warmth when he sees your eyes brighten up from his question, he continued to admire you, trying to contain a wide smile as he continued to observe your reaction. You were absolutely adorable to him.

He bends down to a table where his phone was. The music app was already open and a song was already on display, as if he prepared for this moment for a long time now. He plays the song and faces you again.

Dazai takes a small step back and offers you his hand. You accept it without hesitation and he pulls you closer to him. He places his hands on both sides of your waist while you rest yours on top of his shoulders.

The two of you slow dance around the agency, synchronizing with the rhythm of the music. There was a loving expression stuck on both of your faces, you were feeling butterflies in your stomach.

You and Dazai end up in the couch as the song comes to an end (much to your disappointment), the both of you catching your breaths. He cups your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. "I love you." He whispers softly, completely high in the feeling of you.

"I love you mor— "

Your sentence was cut off when you see Dazai's free hand reach out for the cake and take some icing from the side. Your eyes widen and a small yelp emits from your lips as he wipes the icing onto your cheek.

You blinked—

"Oh it's on."

a/n: I like to think that the song they're dancing to is 'I hear a symphony' by Cody Fry!

[reysdriver]

Late At Night | R.L.

Remus comforts you in the middle of the night when being new parents starts getting to you both — remus x fem!reader hurt/comfort

warnings: postpartum depression and exhaustion, mentions of past abuse

words: 0.8k

a/n: this got deleted idk if i did it by accident or tumblr did it but anyways its back now

You are awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of your baby girl, Olive, crying from the nursery across the hall. 

You sleepily look over to the clock on your nightstand displaying the time. 2 o'clock. Of course it is, you thought. Your daughter hasn't slept through a full night once since she was born; a trait you would love to blame on your husband, but knew you were at fault for as well. 

You let out a small, exhausted groan as you sat yourself up to go take care of your daughter. But just as you started to move, you felt your husband's strong, yet gentle hand on your shoulder.

"I'll go, love, don't worry." Remus told you. His voice was rough, and you assumed he woke up at the same time as you did. "Go back to sleep."

"Really?" You asked groggily. 

"Yeah." He said, getting up from the bed wearing an old band t-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

"There's a bottle in the fridge if she's hungry." You reminded him. 

"I know." He said from the doorway. "Now, go back to sleep, love."

He walked out of your bedroom, and you could hear him cooing and speaking softly to your daughter once he got to the nursery. Feeling overwhelmed and a new rush of currently indescribable emotions wash over your mind and body, you started to sob quietly into your knees as you sat up against your bed's headrest. 

After a few minutes, your daughter's crying had stopped, and you could hear Remus' footsteps nearing your room. 

Seeing you sitting up, Remus knew that you were awake and whispered "Okay, Olive is in bed, not sleeping, but at least she stopped crying."

Then, he walked closer and noticed that you were crying now. A wave of concern for the love of his life washed over him, and he walked closer to you. 

"Oh, honey, are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked, crawling into the bed, but hesitant to touch you in your fragile state. "Honey, please tell me what's wrong." He repeated softly. 

"Why does she do this?" You asked, aimed at him, but it was really not to anyone in particular, your voice breaking with every word you spoke. "She sleeps in random, two hour bursts, and it's hardly ever at night. It's just so exhausting."

"I know it is." He said, now holding you in his arms. "I know."

"And it can't be healthy for her either, right?"

"The nice ladies at the infant wing said it was fine, remember that? And they said it'll stop soon." He whispered as he held you tightly against his chest.

You sighed, but didn't say anything in response.

"(y/n), we might need to get a house elf." He added.

The idea of having a house elf was something you discussed before getting married, and then again before Olive was born, and you decided against it both times. You had grown up watching your nasty family mistreating house elves, and knew that having one was something you definitely didn't want, and Remus was alright and accepting of that.

"No, Rem-" You began to protest before your husband cut you off.

"Honey, I know we've talked about this before, but we won't both be able to go back to work if she doesn't sleep at night. We don't really have any other options."

You continued to try and argue, though it was hard with a lump in your throat and a continuous puddle of tears threatening to leave your eyes. "Well, I could quit my job and just stay home and take care of her."

"We can't afford that right now." He said sympathetically. "Plus, you're a healer. People need you at St. Mungo's. I need you there."

You paused, still nuzzled in your husband's chest and trying to think of other options for your family.

"We don't have to treat them the way your family did." He added, seemingly reading your mind. "We'll treat them nicely and everyone will be happy. It'll be a good thing to have an extra pair of hands around the house, and it'll be good for Olivewhen she gets a little older."

You mulled over the proposal for a moment, then mumbled a small 'okay' in response. 

"Okay?" Remus confirmed, turning your body so he could see your face.

"Yeah, okay." You repeated softly, burying your face into his collarbone again.

"Good." He said, pulling the blanket over the two of you. "We can sort things out tomorrow. Goodnight."

"I love you, Remus." You said, kissing his neck softly. 

He kissed your temple and said it back to you. "I love you too." 

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If that's okay, can I please have yan Drives III, Tooth Fairy, and Tennant comforting fem reader who had nightmare headcanon

I didn't realise until after i'd written this that this was supposed to be headcanons that is a my bad Does anyone know Tooth Fairy's first name I couldn't find it anywhere (Her last I could) Also is druvis druvis's first name. My bias really shows with this one Characters: Druvis iii, Tooth Fairy, and Tennant. TW: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping, and bitch wife tennant

Druvis was awakened to the sound of your soft whimpers and sniffling, surprised to find you huddled up so close to her. She couldn’t understand what had brought you to tears when she hadn’t even been awake to upset you.

She brought a hand up to pet your head, and you startled at the touch, your head lifting up in alert. The sight of your teary-eyed expression made her squirm nervously, she wasn’t sure what she’d done to upset you this time but she wanted to fix it.

She sat up pulling you along with her, she pressed your head against her chest softly. “What is upsetting you my darling?” Druvis wasn’t quite used to offering so much sympathy, but she’d try her best if it aided in cheering up her dearest.

“I had a bad dream..” Your voice barely came out as more than a whisper, she almost didn’t catch what you’d said. “There is no reason to waste tears on a simple nightmare, hush now.”

Surprisingly her half-hearted attempt at comfort seemed to work well enough, your crying had calmed almost to silence. “It’s still late, let us rest a little longer, doll.”

She settled you back under the covers, shuffling back under them herself. Druvis couldn’t help the gasp of surprise that escaped her as you cuddled back closer to her, she combed her fingers through your hair in reciprocation. Druvis couldn’t stop the smile that found its way to her face, she was overjoyed to be on the receiving end of your willing affection. ♡♡

Ada lightly traced her fingers against your skin as you stirred in your sleep, she withdrew her hand away from you as you stirred awake. Your head shot up in alert, a choked cry escaping your mouth.

Tears welling in your eyes, your attention was drawn to Ada, who watched you with a teasing smirk. You opened your mouth to say something, but only a soft whimper left your lips.

“Something bothering you, my darling?” Ada was pleasantly unsurprised to see you reply to her teasing with a teary-eyed glare. “Aww, don’t be such a pouty girl, sweet thing. Was it a nightmare? Worry not, your noble protector is right here to watch over you.”

By now your tears had dried and your feeling of dread had been replaced by the annoyance Tennant always seemed to provide. “S-shut up, idiot.” You spat, stuffing your face into the pillow. Ada only pulled closer to you, wrapping her arms around you securely to keep you from pulling away.

“Seems I’ve cheered you up! Good on me, the night is still early so let’s get you back to sleep, my lady.” You groaned in response, not that you’d admit it but you appreciated her comforting you. Even if it was in a very characteristically Tennant way. ♡♡

You awoke with a gasp, lifting yourself up to glance around in alert. You looked down to see your darling Tooth Fairy still fast asleep next to you. Tears pricked in your eyes, still shaken from the fright of your nightmare.

Despite your hesitancy you decided to shuffle closer to her, burying your face forcefully in her shoulder. The sudden contact seemed to stir her awake, you felt her arms wrap around your waist to pull you flush against her.

“There, there..” Her voice was still laced with sleep, rough and low. Still half asleep herself, she flopped over onto her back, pulling you with her. She almost had you laid completely on top of her, you nuzzled into her warmth soaking up the comfort she was willing to give.

She hummed softly as she pressed her face against your head, lightly tracing her fingers against the back of your neck. “I love you..” She whispered, her voice muffled as she spoke.

Her breathing had slowed, and her hands had still, obviously fallen back into her rest. You couldn’t help but smile as you nuzzled your face against her.

“I love you too,” you whispered, your words falling on unhearing ears. ♡♡

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Part of the Night

Summary: What sharing a bed with Miranda would entail.

Author's note: Miranda is the babygirl, so yeah. Also, can this be considered as a headcanon?

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Miranda is a cuddle bug. That's an established fact that was soon reaffirmed when you two decided to sleep in the same bed together.

If she sees you're already in bed, she will excitedly walk whatever distance was left to lay with you.

It's honestly her favorite way of ending the day. Curled up on your side, that is.

So you best believe that cuddles will always be a part of the night. It's most likely the highlight of it too.

On a normal day, you two still have a half and an hour or so before either of you fall asleep. The time will trickle either with Miranda regaling you stories about whatever she can think of or with light and nonsense conversations about anything that the both of you deem interesting to dive in.

Even then, the constable has her arm around your midsection, tracing lazy patterns on your side.

Or she's holding your hand, caressing up and down alternately in your arms and at the back of your hand.

She goes for whatever she feels like doing at that exact moment. Whatever satisfies her craving of feeling your warmth.

The short-haired blonde eats any position that either of you found yourselves tangled in when sleepiness seeps in.

If she's the big spoon, whatever floats your boat is a-okay.

You wanted to face her and hug her too? Come here and be so intertwined with her as best as you can. Make sure there's no space between you two or she will deal with it herself.

You feel like laying in the same direction she does? Then you can bet that the moment you're comfortable, she'll burrow her nose on top of your head to smell the faint scent of your shampoo, pulling you closer to her by your tummy.

You want to lay on your back? Miranda will let you, and one of her hands will rest on your sternum, and her legs will get tangled with yours. You will get locked in the warmth of her touch, and there's no escape. Not that you're planning something so absurd and ridiculous yourself.

You prefer being face-planted on your pillow? That's not a problem. She will place her thigh on your lower back, just right above your ass, and her arm will be attached to yours, her pinky intertwining with yours.

While she doesn't have a problem being the big spoon, she's much more ecstatic on being the little spoon!

Especially if she's stressed, or upset, or sad, or tired, or–

Your hugs are the best cure for all of it

The next ones are a cigarette and some ranting and pacing, of course.

Whatever mood she's in, if she's the little spoon, she will take advantage of it! Always!!

You have to check whether something's wrong if she isn't acting like a child who's top one wish was about to get fulfilled.

She will help you secure herself in your embrace.

Holding your arms in place, just for additional measure.

Miranda will scoot closer until there's no wiggle room to do so.

She will bury her head in your chest if she's facing you. You don't have any idea just how much she loves squishing her face in your skin.

Or nuzzle on the crook of your neck because it's such a great place to be in, and she's surrounded by your presence and scent and warmth and–

If you start rubbing at her back, or her waist, or wherever your hands found themselves situated in, she will sigh.

The featherlight touch is relaxing her in an instant. There's nothing better than this.

Kiss her and then everything feels right and complete.

How dare you be so loving.

"Do it again."

And you will. Because she deserves it. Because she looks at you hopefully. Because she got the brightest biggest widest smile on her adorable cute round face. And never ever did you want to be the reason it will vanish in an instant.

Her favorite position though is when her head is laying in your chest, and you wrap both of your arms around her.

She can hear your heart beating in her ear, sort of feel its rhythmic beat. It's really calming.

She can listen to it all night long.

Oh, and half of her body is resting on yours. Like, drape over you.

Something that got a lot of getting used to.

The constable is afraid she'll hurt you, knowing she's heavier than you, but after many and constant reassurances, she took your word for it and went on with it.

And she immediately realize it'll be her favorite yet.

There's nothing else she could ask for to make everything sweeter–

But then you decided to gently massage her scalp and play with her short blonde hair, fingers threading through her head.

And she knew it made everything even better.

Literally don't you even think of stopping slightly if your movements still hasn't put her to sleep. Or she will let you hear of her dissatisfaction oh so clearly, and she will continue to do so until you pick up where you left off.

But even when the cuddles are amazing, it isn't realistic to maintain it all throughout the night.

That isn't possible.

Well, it is if you want to have some part of your body aching when you wake up.

Which you two aren't really keen of.

But as soon as the adorable blonde girlfriend you have stirred from her slumber, and notices the distance created from when you're both deep asleep, she will immediately, yet sleepily, remedy that.

She will groggily snuggle closer to you.

Or reach her arm out to scoop you closer.

In case it's you who rouses from sleep in the middle of the night with space between your bodies, your go-to is almost always shuffling to get back to her space, squishing yourself on Miranda's body.

Or blindly look for your hands so she can hold it in hers.

Or lay her long legs on yours in a comfortable position.

Whatever brings back touching you.

Unconsciously or if pulled out of sleep slightly enough, the other is sure to react to the movement, helping close the distance off again.

Cuddling is a must! A staple! A necessity for a good night's sleep. And the only thing that can momentarily tamper it down is the summer heat.