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ssprayberrythings · 9 months

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our little secret | CL16

charles x female!reader / smau fic

this was a request so thank you anon for providing the idea, i changed some of the detailing ever slightly to fit it more into the social media format but overall i followed the request so i hope i did it justice!

as a bit of a background: you and charles have been together for a few years now, but nobody knows because they’ve kept their relationship secret from the f1 community and private from anyone who follows you. everything is going great until photos of you and charles on vacation get leaked. normally you’d deny it or ignore it but it was very obviously charles in the pictures which cause fans to go crazy, wanting to know everything ultimately resulting in you and charles deciding to go public and hoping for the best. oh and the request included having other drivers on the grid having gone through recent breakups which was another reason charles liked that your relationship was private.

warnings: none, just pure fluff and charles being a simp for his girlfriend !!

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user1: y/n i still cant believe we haven’t figured out who your partner is, its been atleast a couple years

user2: at this point, i don’t even care who it is, as long as she’s happy

yoursister: awe the flowers, he’s the sweetest

╰ yourusername: i know !

user22: one day we’ll find out…i hope

╰ user17: we can only hope

yourbestfriend: i love that youre happy but i don’t enjoy third wheeling, does he have any single friends he can atleast bring along 🥲

╰ yourusername: sorry..pretty sure all his close friends are in relationships 🫣

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who do i give these flowers too

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fanofleclerc: YOU CAN GIVE THEM TO ME

f1fan: ILL TAKE THEM OFF YOUR HANDS CHARLES

user30: how is this man single ???? he’s so boyfriendcoded

landonorris: i’d prefer literally anything else but i guess you can give them to me

╰ charles_leclerc: ill pass

f1: we’ll take them for you charles, im sure someone in the paddock would like them

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enjoying the sun whenever i can

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fanofcharles: hes so beautiful wow

charlesleclercfan_: imagine running into charles leclerc while he’s shirtless? id pass away

pierregasly: photo creds would be nice..

╰ charles_leclerc: you didn’t take the photo ?

╰ pierregasly: yes but i was behind the camera offering support, its basically the same thing

f1fan: pierre and charles’ friendship is top tier

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me and everyone’s favourite man hit the town 🍸

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yourbestfriend: its giving old money, i love it

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user20: im sure whoever he is, is a gorgeous man

user12: i may not know who he is but i aspire for these vibes

yoursister: the hand placement is everything

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user44: whoever he is, he was raised right, that hand placement says everything and him holding y/n’s heels, god has favourites

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hikes at sunset >

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charlesleclercfan_: omg charles

charlesleclercfan_: i think my heart just stopped

f1fan: he knows what he’s doing, he has to

user33: brb finding the strength cause this photo makes me weak

user2: he looks so happy

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user2: mystery man once again

user14: the way they go on runs together

yourbestfriend: the only time i’ll gladly be a third wheel..i love a good walk/run at sunset

╰ yourusername: i know how much you love your sunset runs

user12: couples that run together, stay together

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╰ yourusername: atleast you could walk away when you wanted..

╰ yourbestfriend: not the point..but tell charles thank you for paying for me aswell

╰ yourusername: will do 😅

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gonna miss watching the sunrise in the morning and the sunset in the evening with you 🥺

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user3: wait where is he going

user23: awe, i hope everything’s okay and they haven’t broken up

╰ user4: i think mystery man has to leave, but they’re still together

yourbestfriend: mom and dad..fr

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user44: wherever mystery man has to go, i hope he comes back soon

“Merci mon amour” You smiled as he situated himself next to you in bed. Having been dating now for almost 3 years, you had picked up on french terms and were able to have small conversations only speaking French with Charles

“I posted you on instagram” you told him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer into him but being careful not to spill the drink in your hands

“Oh what did you post? My phones charging” he explained as you unlocked your phone and showed him the post you made for him “You’re now being referred to as mystery man” you chuckled.

Out of all the names people had given him throughout the years, this was definitely your favourite. Charles also chuckled when he heard the name that was given to him

“Can I ask you something?” Charles asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence passed between the two of you

“Of course, what’s up?” you asked after taking a small sip of your tea “Do you ever think about going public with our relationship?” He followed up

You turned to face him fully “Of course, mon amour but we both agreed it was better this way” You reiterated the promise you made early on in your relationship

“I know but I hate that I cant comment on your posts or even post you myself” he sighed “I want to keep you safe but I also want the whole world to know you’re mine and I’m yours” he finished.

“I know it’s not fair” you exclaimed while running your fingers through his hair, something you did for him when he was stressed or feeling anxious “I love you all the time though regardless if you post me or not you know that. Right?” You asked him

“Of course I do” he told you in response closing his eyes feeling relaxed “One day we’ll go public. Im making you that promise” he told you opening his eyes again

You smiled at him “Sounds like a beautiful promise” you responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek “As much as I would love to spend the rest of the night talking with you, you have to be at the airport early tomorrow” you reminded him as you stopped playing with his hair, to turn and put your mug on the bedside table next to your side of the bed, Charles putting his own mug on the table next to his side

“Im gonna miss you” he told you when you were both situated in bed, the only source of light coming from the evening sky outside “Not as much as I’m gonna miss you” you told him, snuggling into his side while his arm pulled you closer to him.

Even if you had been dating for awhile, the start of the race season was always a struggle, neither of you wanting to be apart for long periods of time but it was moments like these that you held close and savoured until the next time you could be this close again.

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╰ charles_leclerc: babe i miss you already and its only been a few days

╰ yourusername: i know but soon you’ll be busy with media events, qualifying, racing and the time will go by quicker, i promise my love

╰ charles_leclerc: facetime tonight so i can see your beautiful face ?

╰ yourusername: of course ❤️

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╰ yourbestfriend: oh hush up, this was only one time compared to how many times i third wheeled you and driver boy

╰ yourusername: okay fair point…also driver boy? wait till i tell charles that one 😂

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╰ charles_leclerc: omg since when did y/bf/n get a boyfriend? i want all the details

╰ yourusername: i’ll tell you everything on our facetime call, its a pretty cute story of how they met

╰ charles_leclerc: okay but not as cute as when we met? right?

╰ yourusername: oh never, we have the ultimate cutest first meet story 🤭

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to a great season !

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f1fan: HE LOOKS SO WELL RESTED AND HAPPY, FERRARI YOU BETTER DO CHARLES JUSTICE THIS SEASON

f1: as if we weren’t already excited for the new season !!

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charlesleclercfan_: IM SO EXCITED

charlesleclercupdates: THIS IS HIS SEASON, I CAN ALREADY FEEL IT

Charles was standing with the other drivers, whenever the new season started they always had to do a bunch of media and although some drivers may hate how childish some of the antics were, overall it’s always a nice time getting to be in the same place as everyone and not be competing for once.

Charles turned to George and Pierre who were in conversation with Carlos and Lando. Somehow they had gotten on the topics of relationships, Lando having told everyone that the girl he was seeing at the end of the previous season before the break, wasn’t in the picture anymore.

“Aw mate I’m sorry” Charles told him “Its okay, we weren’t anything serious” Lando told him, seeming to be completely fine with the outcome. “Carlos how are you and your lady?” Lando asked Carlos taking the attention off of him

“Ehh, its alright” Charles’ teammate answered the question directed at him “We barely talk and now with racing starting, I don’t see her sticking around much longer” he explained his current situation.

To Charles it seemed as though everyone who had been relationships or atleast talking to someone, now had no one which made him a feel a bit guilty as he had been in a 2 year long relationship that none of them knew of.

Later in the day, the guilt in Charles stomach only grew when he somehow found out 3 more drivers on the grids long term relationships had ended. He was feeling unnerved because it seemed as if there was some sort of relationship ruiner going through the paddock and he didn’t want to be the next victim.

That night, he called you up, for a moment forgetting about the time change but remembering its only a small change. You answered after a few rings, you had your painting scrubs on indicating you had been working on a new piece of art

“Hi mon amour” you exclaimed happy to see your boyfriend “I was just in the middle of painting, let me just take my scrubs off so I can move to the couch” You explained, Charles nodded his head acknowledging you

“Okay tell me how everything went today, I want to hear it all” you started talking again once you were situated on your couch. Charles started telling you about his day making sure to include what he learned about his fellow racers, which only caused you both to feel content keeping your relationship to yourselves.

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old photos of charles leclerc with an unknown female leaked. reports say this was last year during the summer break, which brings up the questions of who is she? were they dating here? if yes, are they still dating? everyone wants to know.

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user11: OH MY

f1fan: CHARLES MY DUDE WHAT IS THIS

f1updates: does anyone have any idea on who she is

╰ user15: no clue

user3: she’s pretty from what ive seen

user22: i need to know everything

ferrarifan: what i would give to have been a fly on the wall when charles found out these got leaked

Charles was resting in his drivers room. He was trying to mediate which meant he had his phone silenced. This was something you started doing with him when he would get in his head about racing and it helped him regain his focus especially during the moments when he was to hard on himself.

He had been in here for probably 30 minutes before there was a rapid knock on the door “Charles, its Carlos can I come in?” his teammate asked from the other side

“Yeah” Charles answered. Carlos opened the door and stepped into the room “Have you been on instagram?” Carlos asked holding his phone in his hand

“No why?” Charles was confused, what was so important on there that had Carlos wondering of his activity on the app “You should see this” Carlos told him while passing him his opened phone.

When Charles looked down and saw what he saw, he felt his heart stop. There you and him were on his boat, last summer. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He scrolled through his tagged and it was flooded with the same pictures posted by various accounts

“This isn’t good” he mumbled to himself as he passed Carlos his phone back so he could pick up his own phone. He went to go text you immediately when he remembered you had told him, you and your best friend were going camping for a few days which meant you wouldn’t have reception until you got back home.

He opted to still text you something rather than nothing, that way you would see his message once you turned your phone back on and would give him a call.

“Can I ask who she is?” Carlos asked after a few moments of silence “Shes my girlfriend. We’ve been together now for almost 3 years” Charles answered his friends question, figuring the secret was out now and there was no point in lying.

“Oh wow, you’ve kept this going for that long and its just now coming to light. Thats impressive” Carlos told him

“Yeah we decided early on to keep it between us” Charles sighed “We were planning on going public eventually but I guess the public beat us to it”

Carlos just gave his teammate a sympathetic nod, there wasn’t anything he could say in the moment but he could still be there for his friend.

A few days after this, when you were on the drive back to your place, you turned your phone back on, having a few texts from Charles. One that stood out, read ‘Babe give me a call when you can. I have to talk to you about something’ the text from Charles read.

You weren’t sure what this could be about so you didn’t wait to dial his number once you were in the comfort of your apartment. After a few rings, Charles answered, asking you how camping was and catching up before moving on to talk about what happened while you were offline.

That night you and Charles had a long conversation on what you both wanted to do in this situation and after some back and forth, finally came to a decision regarding your relationship that you both hoped you wouldn’t regret down the line.

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i guess after 3 years, my mystery man isn’t a mystery anymore.

happy 3 years mon amour 😘

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charles_leclerc: 3 years into it, a lifetime to go

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hard launching because i’ve wanted to post my girl since i met her

joyeux anniversaire, ma chérie 💌

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yourusername: i love you

yourusername: falling asleep on you > falling asleep on the bed

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maxverstappen1: 3 YEARS? WOW

maxverstappen1: happy for you dude

carlossainz55: bring her to the races so we can all meet her !!

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i hope you enjoyed this one. im trying to get more into including actual pieces of writing so hopefully for this one, everything made sense. as always feel free to leave any comments or you can make your own request, up to you! ♥️

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mariasont · 3 months

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Can I request Hotch finding gender neutral reader asleep but they legit fell asleep to a true crime serial killer podcast- or they’re like obsessed with a new serial killer show (me with Hannibal rn 😮‍💨) thanks!!! Have a good day!!! <3

Late Night Podcast - A.H

a/n: omg i love love love this idea <3 thank you for sharing your idea with me i hope i did it justice! and i hope YOU have the best day 🕊️✨

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pairings: aaron hotchner x gn!reader

warnings: established relationship, hotch and reader being just so cute, bau!reader, reader and hotch are both simps

wc: 0.7k

Hotch's meeting dragged on, each minute stretched longer than the last tangled in bureaucratic red tape, and suits who really couldn't give a damn whether the BAU lived or died. It was all incredibly migraine-inducing, and he couldn't wait to go home and take you to bed.

He knew all too well that you'd be in his office, a realization that came with a twinge of regret. Not because your presence was unwelcome, but because your selfless nature meant you tended to put his needs before your own. You'd insist the after hours peace and quiet was perfect for catching up on paperwork.

He was very aware that was all a lie, you never needed to catch up on paperwork; he knew your work was always meticulously complete. He recognized your true motive; ensuring he got home at a decent time. And it usually worked everytime. The sight of you, patiently waiting, was the sweetest incentive to end his day.

"In this episode, we recount the tragic and violent story of Aileen Wuornos, a woman who turned from victim to perpetrator, ultimately becoming America's most infamous serial killer with seven murders to her name."

He stopped short in the doorframe, his eyes sweeping over the unexpected stillness of his office. There you were, draped across the couch in a tangle of limbs, one arm flung above your head while the other wrapped around your torso. The hem of your shirt had lifted just enough to reveal the softness of your belly. The rest and fall of your chest was the only movement, fast sleep.

You fell asleep to a seriel killer podcast.

He fought back a laugh, the sound caught in his throat as he laid the remainder of his work aside. You looked so peaceful, despite the macabre background that seemed to bounce off the walls. He paused your phone, knowing you'd hate to wake up and lose your place.

He smoothed your hair back, his rough hand lingering in the softness. The battle against his smile was lost; it warmed his entire face. He didn't want to wake you.

"Aaron?" Your voice was so sleepy, rough and cracked, but perfect all the same.

He wondered how long you had been asleep for.

"Hi, sleepy head."

Your eyes opened briefly, a couple of deliberate blinks as you nestled into a new position, curled on your side with hands tucked under your face. A smile, that you tried to hide, melted across your face as you quickly snapped those beautiful eyes of yours shut.

"Shh, can't hear you, sleeping," you mumbled under your breath, your nose wrinkling slightly as your struggled to keep a straight face.

A soft laugh broke through as he rubbed his face. "Well, this is the first time I've heard someone sleep-talk so clearly."

You said nothing, just the slight twitch in your lips as you pressed deeper into the couch.

"I'll take that as a yes to my carrying you out to the car then."

Before you could even muster a reaction, he scooped you up, your legs swept up in a fluid motion as you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder. Your breath hitched into a gasp, quickly transforming into laughter as you slapped your hands to his back.

"Aaron!" The word was muffled by the sound of his shirt as he started to march towards the door. "Put me down!"

"A lot of talk coming from someone who is supposedly sleeping."

His hand ground your ass, eliciting a burst of giggles from you as your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders, legs dangling in front of him.

"Will you at least grab my phone? I need to finish that podcast on the way home."

A quick spin set your hair a flutter as he leaned down to grab your device from the table.

As he moved for the door, your hand found its way to his hair, mussing it fondly. "Thanks, handsome."

He finally let you down, hand entwining with yours. "Well finish the podcast together, but no more serial killer stories before bed."

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Desperate Times…

Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x OmegaFem!R

Request (This is my first attempt at a/b/o, and I hope I did your request justice)

Warnings: Use of Suppressants

Smut: Natasha has a penis. Oral (R), Overstimulation, Breeding (Knot), KO.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha wasn't doing too well as she crashed through the front door of your shared house. Being away from you for long missions, three months as of this time, requires the both of you to be on differing (unsafe) suppressants. With knowing she'd be home soon, she'd been off of them for the last few days. So now she was on the verge of her rut, which was instantaneously activated the moment she passed the doorway.

You weren't home, making matters worse as your scent remained throughout every room. Sweet hints of citrus and berries lingered on every possible surface, and Natasha's cock was painfully hard, her sweats tented out far as her dick twitched with a need for you, her Omega.

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Natasha felt horrible about it, but she hadn't much choice as she delved into your dirty clothes and pulled out a pair of your panties. There was a fresh pair on top still damp with your juices, and the moment she touched it to her nose she was already taking her sweats off.

Natasha clambered into your nest, it was your sacred place, but she'd always been welcome. Her body instantly calmed, her sore muscles melted into the blankets, but her erect cock only grew impossibly harder. Pre-cum coated her tip in a sizable quantity, and with your slicked panties to her face she got herself off.

When you entered the apartment three hours later a similar occurrence happened to you. The piney smell of your lover permeated your nostrils, and your body shivered with glee. You'd missed her terribly, all you wanted was to cuddle her, but as you rushed to the room you realized that wasn't first on the agenda.

There you found her laid out in your nest with a blissful fucked out expression, you felt your entire body tremble as a gush of wetness soaked through your panties instantaneously.

"Fuck," you groaned as you gripped onto the railing of the bed, you did your best to suppress a whine, but you fear she heard it. It wasn't clear though if it was your scent, noises, or overall presence that awoke the beast that was your wife, but you hadn't much time to ponder it before she was on her feet pouncing on you.

"Oh malysh," Natasha coos, strong hands grip your hips, pulling your backside against her prominent bulge as she nuzzles against your neck. "Mmm, my sweetest girl," she dizzily muttered, your fruity scent overwhelmed her and her hips begin moving of their own accord as she humped her restricted cock against you.

"Oh detka, I missed you so much, please, let daddy fuck that pretty little pussy, I'm not beneath begging, let me fill you up my Omega. I'll finally get you pregnant with our pups."

A tense silence befell the room for less than ten seconds as your desperate lover took a breath. Then Natasha groaned sensually, your arousal was no longer in question, she could smell you. If only she could see too, she'd see you were dripping through your panties, your thighs squeezing together was the final confirmation.

"Fuck, you need me just as bad, huh," she was teasing now, so you played along by pushing back into her abruptly, "That's right, look at you detka, become my brainless whore."

There was no reason to fight it, not only had you missed her touch, but the smell of her alone seemed to have sent you into a desperate heat; her cock was all that would satiate you.

"Please daddy, want to carry your pups so bad."

"Yeah?" She rutted into your backside a few more times, she was so desperate for release it wasn't even funny, her strong hands roughly felt you up over your clothes, your moans were bordering pornographic, and it was then that she just couldn't resist her urges anymore.

Natasha ripped your clothing off of your body with brute force, her husky grunts drove you so mad you could feel your pulse in your cunt.

The redhead gawked at the sight of your folds, glistening, and dripping your delectable juices onto the carpet, it was such a waste of goods.

Natasha spun you around and smashed her lips to yours in desperation as she lifted you with total ease, your fingers dug into her deliciously defined deltoids as she carried you over to the mattress, and just as soon as your heated body touched down she was kissing down your body on her way to your cunt for a taste, and boy did she seek to devour you whole. Natasha didn't stop after you came on her tongue, she kept going regardless of your trembling body, your last orgasm was so intense that you cried until the pillowcase was practically soaked through.

"Oh malysh, you're okay," Natasha kissed over your wetted cheeks, drops of your slick now smeared against your skin as your intoxicating essence that soaked your Alpha's flushed face transferred with each peck. Natasha slid her boxers down as her lips landed on yours, she ran her length through your drenched folds while maintaining the heady kiss. Your mind was absolutely spinning with dizzying arousal.

Once you began to thrust up Natasha knew it was time, so without another moment wasted she pressed her bulbous tip to your pulsing hole and slid right on in. Your abundance of slick was helpful, but there was still a sting of pain as her thick veiny cock stretched you out.

Natasha shushed your pained mewls with her tongue pressed against yours, she kissed you until you were breathless enough to need it to end, but even then you chased her lips. If there was one thing you'd never tire of it was her soft lips, whether they be on yours, or elsewhere.

Your Alpha knew her way around your body.

"Can I move moya lyubov'?" Natasha asked, you knew she needed to, the way she pulsed unendingly inside of you a dead giveaway, but she was too caring to give into her carnal urges, she would never do so until she had the clear go ahead from you—her precious Omega.

A huge sigh of relief left her lips to fan across your face as you gave her express permission, your desperation was clear, and hot as hell as you breathlessly begged her to destroy you.

"Don't you worry," she chuckled with a sensual rasp in her tone, "I already planned to detka."

Natasha pulled her cock out of you slowly, allowing the throbbing ridges of her shaft to drag over your tight walls. She watched the way your mouth fell open at the welcome sensation. The way she felt inside of you set your nerves off, and goosebumps bloomed in response.

Natasha grazed her teeth over your scent gland as she slammed entirely back into you, and when you screamed wantonly into her ear in direct response she harshly bit down, a fresh mark replacing the fading of her former one. The Alpha then lost all sense of control when you wildly fluttered around her, and there set in place the brutal pace that she picked up.

"Daddy, you feel so—mmm," you were nearing incoherent at this point as she fucked you dumb, a common occurrence for the redhead. Natasha knew just how to get you mindless, and it was usually now that she'd pull out, so she could prevent from impregnating you, but this time she meant her words. She was done postponing the inevitable, the idea of you no longer having to suppress yourself had the beginnings of her knot forming, "Oh fuck."

Too dizzy with arousal you didn't realize what was happening until you felt her knot securely slip into place, your eyes filled with fear, but all you could articulate was moans of pleasure. Natasha chose to kiss you tenderly, doing whatever she could to distract you as her cum released inside of you in massive loads.

Once her knot began to go down she pulled away slightly to survey your face, you wore a serene smile, but it was one that came with the furrowed brows of a worried Omega.

"Nat—," she kissed your lips to quiet your obvious concerns about how she hadn't pulled out, you wanted to carry her pups more than anything, she knew that you did, but with the crazy demands of Avenging for her it wasn't a justifiable choice for the both of you. While the both of you worked to regain your breaths she began to overload the room with her scent, doing her best to calm your trembling form.

"It's okay lyubov'," she smiled against your neck when she heard a deep purr rumbling from your chest, then as her warm tongue licked over your aching gland she felt your body slump into the bed, you were at peace.

The redhead had clearly forgotten to tell you, but this mission was her last, she was ready to settle down. To live the typical life with you, to start a family the same way Clint and Tony had with their respective wives; it was finally her turn. More importantly though she was tired of hurting you. Every time she left she had to watch your heart break through your glazed over eyes, and she couldn't do it anymore. Plus, the suppressants would soon have long lasting effects if she didn't remove the need for them.

"It's finally our time detka," she whispered the words you'd been desperate to hear for years, "Soon you'll be waddling around," your heart melted as your eyes fluttered open to see hers sparkling with unbridled happiness and love.

"Really?" Natasha nodded with a smile, "Then in due time this massive house will finally be filled with the soft pitter pattering of our pups."

Natasha groaned as you clenched around her, more of her seed spilled from her even though her knot had deflated majority of the way. The idea of carrying your Alpha's legacy made you feel so many things, but primarily you just felt aroused. Your heat was far from over, and with the way your lover began to rock her hips you knew it was the same for her, and her rut.

"How about we spend the night ensuring your seed sticks?" You proposed, and your wife met your teasing expression with a devilish smirk, "Oh, I had every intention of going all night long detka," she winked, and softly chuckled when your eyes widened with fear, or maybe it was delight, either way she knew you were on board as your arousal gushed around her cock.

"I'll never grow tired of spilling inside of you," her cocky smirk caused your body to heat up even more, and in a moment of compulsion you lurched up to remark her as well, your sharp teeth sunk into the skin of her neck and she twitched, "Oh fuck, now you've done it."

After about the sixth instance in which your lover knotted you, your body finally succumbed to a sex induced slumber. Natasha continued to thrust as best she could with the resistance your abused cunt offered, pushing her seed as deep into you as she could until the fatigue of the nights events finally caught up to her limbs.

"Goodnight lyubov'," she sloppily kissed your cheek before nuzzling into your neck as her body gently settled atop of yours, "I love you," she pressed another kiss to your mark, and she grew more sleepy as you purred deeply in your own slumber. "My perfect, beautiful Omega."

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❤️ Kaitlyn

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grandlinedreams · 11 months

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Uwahhh you write law so perfectly!! You’re writing is *chefs kiss* 💞💞 the amount of comfort that radiates from the way you write this nerdy emo doctor …. I die Everytime !!

If I may request- you don’t have to do it!! But- how would law react to a reader that’s easily jumpy, a little over emotional… but is super unfazed by gore/horror? Like they would be one of the wholesome sweetest persons on the crew, practically clings onto Bepo everyday- but will watch law go nuts with his DF powers and they’re super fascinated?? He holds an organ, a heart, in the palm of his hand? They will watch!! Plays around with his medical tools in his lab? Suddenly screams at a small bug sighted?? Law is confused… but kinda curious too

UWAH I’m rambling but I wish you the best of days today 💞💞 thank you and stay awesome !!

Whdhdhs please don't die but also thank-you!! And woeodjdjd i hope I can do this justice!!

[Heads up!: mention of insects/arachnids, mention of the Rocky Port incident, but otherwise fluff!]

There's something crawling up the back of your neck. Thread thin legs splayed across your skin, the creep of movement making you freeze, chill traveling down your spine as you bite back a whimper.

"Hold still."

Fingers graze your skin, curling ㅡ and then Law is pulling the culprit away from you and tossing the insect into the plush grass nearby.

"Thank-you," you say, audible relief in your tone even as you sweep your own hand against your neck and then over your hair, a wave of self-conscious paranoia sweeping over you. Once your check for more creepy-crawlies comes up empty, you relax.

Law watches you, gaze following as you pull ahead of him, apparently now unbothered by your momentary ordeal for the way a smile tugs at your lips and you hum.

You're an enigma to Law. He likes to think that he has something of a talent for figuring people out especially the longer he's around them, but it's been the better part of a year since you joined and Law is no closer to understanding you.

There's your fear of bugs and other multi legged creatures, which Law understands even if he thinks it a little dramatic for a pirate to be reduced to tears over something so insignificant as a spider.

Speaking of tears, you'd cried just the other day ㅡ over a book, no less. He hadn't been able to understand a word you were hiccuping into Bepo's fur, only that the mink was doing his best to comfort you as you sobbed.

"[Name]," Law tries, resting his hand on your head tentatively, "it's just a book. Being upset about something as trivial as thatㅡ"

"It isn't trivial," you wail into Bepo's fur, "I've spent six books getting to know these characters and now they're dead!"

Inwardly, Law can't blame you. He's found himself emotional several times over Sora Warrior of the Sea comics, but the fact that you're clinging to Bepo trumps that empathy for reasons he doesn't want to analyze just yet.

And then as if to throw him for another loop, there'd been the entirety of his stunt at Rocky Port ㅡ given your outbursts with other things, he'd thought you would regard him with horror and disgust the way others did. He is the Surgeon of Death for a reason, after all.

But you don't.

You don't bat an eye at the dozens upon dozens of little blue cubes, each containing a living, beating heart. At one point you pick one up, watching it pulse in a steady rhythm.

"Huh," you say, "so that's what it really looks like?" The reverence with which you both talk and looked at the heart almost makes him uncomfortable.

"Captain," you say, pulling him out of his thoughts as you fall back into step beside him, "I was wondering if I could stop at that bookshop we saw earlier before we leave."

"Maybe," he answers. "That depends. Are you going to cry to Bepo again when something happens?"

"That was one time, forever ago."

"That was last week, [Name]. His fur was soaked for hours." There's something akin to amusement and fondness for how you blush at his teasing, pride in being able to get under your skin.

There's a lot about you that Law doesn't quite understand ㅡ at least, not yet. And truthfully, he doesn't mind when it means he gets to find out.

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous #–ml: law.

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aangelinakii · 7 days

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hi again!! i LOVED the justice league love languages fic, you ate it up <33 anyway i was just wondering if you could maybe do like a barry allen as ur boyfriend headcannons like how you did for wally? (i've been obsessed with the speedsters lately lol), making it gender neutral as much as possible would be nice but fem leaning is also fine <3

- 🪽

DATING BARRY ALLEN.

note : omg no i'm so glad people are requesting broader characters like i love the bats but i also love giving love to everybody else !!! hope you enjoy :P

barry is so so attentive

like he knows and notices everything about you

will become not only your boyfriend, but your best friend (if you weren't already best friends before,, i did say i think his trope would be friends to lovers)

he is great at understanding boundaries, and would never ever overstep

like he's very aware of his actions

hates hates hates !!! to see you upset and will do everything in his power to change your mood

often turns to humour

generally has good comedic timing which helps lighten up situations, but also loves cheesy dad jokes that he knows are so bad that you can't help but crack a smile

big on physical affection but not like overwhelming way

like casual and calming

his touches are all soft, deliberate, never harsh or frightening

and he never forces anything, he lets things happen naturally,, won't fake chemistry or his feelings

very honest

will communicate if he is uncomfortable or unhappy or literlaly anything

you don't know how he does it but it's like he was born just with communication skills at 100% ????

like i'm so jealous i can never tell someone if they've upset me unless it's that serious

barry is the sweetest lover, probably the best in the league to have as a boyfriend

knows exactly what presents to get you, because he just gets you

he sees a warm hug as the perfect way to end a long, harsh, dirty day

and he is very adamant about keeping his work from his home life, and expects you to be able to separate them too

for him

as he does for you

#aangelinakii #dc #dc comics #dc imagines #dc reactions #dc headcanons #dc universe #barry allen #the flash #barry allen x reader #barry allen imagines #barry allen headcanons #speedsters

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★ 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ★ || b.c

★ summary: an accidental confession gone wrong, and fate forcing you to meet the one person you never wanted to see again.

★ characters: bang chan, cannon y/n (he/him pronouns and a masculine frame), holland (the sweetest gay idol in the entire world)

★ warnings: lots of hurt, the reader is an idol, and his stage name is Mars (for the sake of the story, reader also has a last name), so much heartache, grab your tissues bc channie is about to break your heart...this story doesn't follow exactly how chan became an idol, so for the sake of the story, he moves to korea after high school, internal homophobia, mentions of depression, reader has an anxiety attack :(

★ word count: 3.7K

★ requested?: yes, thank you to @cheeseflirty47

★ binnie's thoughts: ohhhh this one is a doozy, yall... i love writing angst so much, and i'm no stranger to rejection and heartbreak, so this is gonna be a little personal for me, so i hope i do it justice...I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BUT I STRUGGLED SO BAD

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Having a dad who grew up with his best friend from diapers all the way into adulthood, meant that you were required to get along with his best friend’s son. It didn’t matter if you and Chan liked different things, you had to get along with him, according to your old man. Lucky for the both of them, you and Chan got along perfectly. You were both born in the same month, just 3 days apart, with Chan being the older one. You two did everything together growing up, mischievous little boys who rolled in dirt and played with bugs. As you got older, you both realized how much music meant to you.

Music was a staple in your home, your mother was in her school’s choir, and she was in theater. Your father was in a band that he formed with Chan’s father and two other friends, and they would perform for the neighborhood whenever there was a cookout or barbeque. So it was no surprise that you picked up on their musical talent, at such a young age on top of that.

You and Chan were going on a fishing trip while your mom was on a three-day trip with her middle school music class. You and Chan are playing with the wrestling figures that you brought along with you in the back seat, the two of you making punching noises with your mouths as your characters duke it out. The radio plays softly in the car, your dads making conversation as the car rolls smoothly on the road. Suddenly, your favorite song in the entire world, The Girl is Mine, by Michael Jackson featuring Paul McCartney comes on the radio and you gasp, immediately kicking the back of your dad’s seat.

“Dad, turn it up!” Your voice calls out, ignoring the super important heavyweight champion match you were previously having with Chan. Chan just pouts, he was so so close to winning. He had your character pinned in a finishing move, and was about to count to three.

Your dad turns up the radio a little with a shake of his head. You wiggle from side to side in your seat, the music taking over you as you begin to sing the lyrics. As your little voice fills the car, Chan’s dad looks at your dad with an incredulous look. Since when did you have such a good singing voice, and why are they just now hearing it?

“What? You didn’t know my boy had the voice of an angel? Believe me, I was surprised too.” Your dad says, a cocky tilt to his voice. Chan’s dad lets out an awed whistle.

“He sounds real good, mate,” Chan’s dad starts, taking a sip of his soda as he looks at you belting your heart out in the back seat, “Do you think he’d be famous one day?”

Your dad has definitely thought about you growing up and becoming famous one day. He would be so proud, but he would never force you into a life of fame if it wasn’t something you wanted. “Yeah, but I feel like it’s too soon to think about that, you know? He may not even want to be a singer when he gets older.” Chan’s dad hums, and then he hears another voice joining in on your singing, although it’s much quieter. He breaks out into a smile, knowing that the voice belongs to his very own son. He knows Chan is shy about singing in front of people, so he’s glad to know that you bring out that side of him. He's really happy that you and Chan are close.

Things remain the same as you and Chan get older. You both have ventured into high school. You still hang out with Chan every single day, you study together after school, and then you ride your bikes to the park and you play a little bit of soccer (or football, whatever you want it to be) until it’s time for you to part ways for dinner.

Things do change when Chan gets a girlfriend. Vanessa Clovers. A pretty girl with wavy black hair that stops at her shoulder. She has tan skin, probably from playing softball for the school. She had soft blue eyes hidden behind a pair of thick glasses, her teeth covered in silver braces. She was known as one of the prettier girls in your grade, everyone wanted to get with her. Well, everyone but you.

Chan had expressed interest in her to you before, and you felt this weird rumble in your stomach. You just dismissed it as you being hungry, and you clapped Chan on the back, encouraging him to go talk to his crush. As you watched him approach the girl, you turned back to your open locker, your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so… angry. You turned your attention back to Chan, who is deep in conversation with the girl. She’s laughing at something, her arm coming up and playfully slapping Chan’s arm. You close your locker quietly and rush off to class without Chan, something you’ve never done in your life.

You were guilty. You were guilty because you hated Vanessa. You hated her because she had something you so desperately wanted, she had Chan. She got him before you did, and she makes him happy. You want to be the one to make Chan happy in that way. You want to be the one to kiss his cheek and hold his hand. You hated her for no good reason, she never did anything wrong to you. She was actually nice to you, and oftentimes tried to have a decent conversation with you. All you could really do was muster a fake smile as the ugly green head of envy consumed your being.

Considering that your birthdays were only three days apart, it only made sense to combine your birthdays together. This year was really no different. You shouldn’t be surprised when Vanessa shows up to the party, a black gift bag in her hand. She makes a beeline to Chan, who’s standing at the grill talking to his dad. She wraps her arms around Chan, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and you can hear a soft happy birthday, baby, fall from her glossy lips. You roll your eyes before you could stop yourself, looking down at the table you’re sitting at. You all of a sudden don’t want to be here, not when you can see Chan and Vanessa sucking faces just a few short feet away from you. Your younger sister must know that something is bothering you, because she walks over with a slice of cake.

“Stop moping around like an idiot, it's your birthday party too, remember?” She says, plopping down in the seat next to you, setting down her own slice of cake. You’re so glad she’s here, she always knows when something is bothering you. She always gives you something you like, rolling her eyes while telling you to, “get over it, loser.” All you can do is chuckle at her bluntness, your arms tugging her close as you hug her. She may hate when you hug her or pretend to give her a kiss, but you know she’s glad to have you as her older brother.

“I’m not moping around. I just don’t feel like celebrating, that's all.” You say, stabbing the red velvet cake with your fork, placing the small bite in your mouth as your sister lets out a scoff mixed with a laugh. You roll your eyes at her dramatics, watching as she points her plastic fork at you.

“You’re just upset that your only friend is busy with his girlfriend. You feel like this birthday isn’t for the both of you, you feel like it’s only for him.” She says, hitting the nail on the head. It makes you cringe internally.

You’ve never been good with change, whether it be drastic change or something as small as dinner plans being switched to something else. It always throws you off, making you groan dramatically (dramatics run in your family unfortunately) and complain about the sudden changes.

“I hate how well you know me, Liz.” You mutter, tugging at your hair as you indulge in the delicious cake in front of you.

“I would consider it a blessing, big bro.”

You should consider today to be a good one. Vanessa is out of town for some family trip, meaning you have Chan all to yourself. Which is why you should be happy, but you aren’t. You and Chan are chilling out in his room, the only sound in the room being Chan strumming on his guitar. You can faintly hear the hums coming from his mouth, his body swaying side to side as he plays. The two of you haven’t said much to each other, just a short greeting and a side hug. You can’t help but feel like a stranger in the room you’ve been in dozens of times growing up.

You look around the room, noticing the changes Chan has made to his space. Something pink catches the corner of your eye and you turn your head to look at it. A shirt, a tank top to be more specific. You already know whose it is, and it makes your stomach turn knowing that she’s been here.

Did she sleep in your spot on the bed?

You shake your head to get rid of the idea of her sleeping in your spot on Chan’s bed, the churning feeling becoming stronger, making you want to spill your lunch. You decide to just focus on your phone, scrolling through social media. This goes on for hours, until Chan’s phone rings loudly in the once quiet room, scaring the both of you.

“Fucking hell,” Chan mutters, grabbing his phone. He lights up when he sees who's calling, his cute dimple appearing on his face. You watch him with a soft smile, wishing that it were you making him smile like that.

“Hey, gorgeous! How’s your trip?” Chan says, holding his phone up to his ear. You try not to listen to their conversation, knowing it isn’t your place to be nosy. But, you are your mother’s son, you can’t help it. You listen as they talk, your heart breaking as Chan talks to Vanessa with such intimacy.

As their conversation comes to an end, you’re stuck with your thoughts. Thoughts of wanting someone so desperately that you would do anything to be with them. You would change every single thing about yourself if it meant Chan loved you the same way you love him. You don’t stand a chance against someone like Vanessa. She’s everything you aren’t. Maybe things would be different if you had been born a girl. If only you weren’t attracted to the same gender, maybe you wouldn’t be in this predicament. You wouldn’t be hanging on to something that will never be, a small fire of hope so close to being blown out by the harsh wind of reality.

“Man, I miss her so much.” Chan says, placing his phone down as he looks at you with this lovesick puppy look on his face. It makes your head hurt knowing it’s not directed at you.

The words spill from your lips before your brain has time to stop it.

“I love you, Chan.”

No. This isn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Your body burns with anxiety, your eyes feeling wet as tears gather. Your mouth is dry, your jaw slack. You start to sweat as you look at Chan’s face.

You can’t deny the look in his eyes. Humiliation, disgust. Oh, no. You start to sweat, your hands shaking slightly. You can’t seem to bring yourself to do anything.You’re frozen, eyes locked on Chan as his own eyes dart around the room.

“You know I’m in a relationship, and I’m not into guys.” He says, not looking at you. What he says next makes you want to crawl into yourself and rot away into nothing. His voice is harsh, his tone like a rock. He’s never spoken to anyone like that, much less you.

“Even if I were into guys, I wouldn’t date you. You’re my best friend and you’re like a brother to me, that’s just weird.”

You can literally taste the disgust in his voice. So potent and loud, it makes you dizzy. You bite back a sob, tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You feel like if you attempt to even say anything, you will throw up.

“Besides, Vanessa was telling me about how you don’t like her. She said she heard you talking bad about her to your sister at our party. What the hell, Y/N?” Chan says, his expression quickly switching to angry.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You know she’s lying, you have never said anything bad about her. Well, not out loud. You want to defend yourself, but your mouth won’t move. Your brain is screaming at you to say something, anything. All you can do is look down at your shaking hands as Chan scoffs at you.

“You aren’t even going to deny it? So what she said must be true. I can’t believe you, Y/N! She’s never done anything wrong to you!”

You can’t even defend yourself. You sit there as Chan expresses his frustrations to you, his words hitting you hard. He hates you now. All because of some girl that entered his life two years ago, when you’ve been there the whole time.

“Get out, Y/N. I can’t even look at you right now.” Chan says, opening his door and motioning for you to get out. You hesitate, your legs feeling like the stiffest bowl of jello as you stand.

The tears don’t stop as you make your way out of the Bahng household, ignoring Chan’s mom as she greets you from the living room. She hears Chan’s door slam and she frowns. Something must have happened, the two of you have never argued. Of course the two of you had little disagreements as kids, but it was easily solved with talking and hugging. She knows this is not a talking and hugging situation.

You rush home, your vision blurry with salty tears that sting. You enter your home, making a beeline to your room. You close the door softly, not wanting to alert anyone of your arrival. You don’t want to see or speak to anyone. You try to catch your breath, choking on the sobs that come out of your mouth. You grip your chest, feeling your heart racing under your hand. Your heartbeat reverberates in your ears, your body shaking as you drop to your knees. You hear voices in your head, berating you for confessing to Chan. They call you names, they point out your flaws, your weaknesses.

You wish it would stop.

You honestly didn’t expect to meet Chan again. Especially not after your debut as a solo artist in South Korea. You recently made your debut and everyone loves you. You go by Mars, one of your nicknames growing up. You’re known for singing soft songs, the words relatable and full of emotion. Your debut album was a hit, causing you to gain fame fairly fast. Your fans liked that you were authentic, not some tasteless blob molded by an entertainment company for money. You were also one of the first openly-gay idols.

That day you left Chan’s house was the last time you ever saw him and his family. Just a few short months later, they packed up and moved to South Korea. When you found out, it broke your heart, knowing that the last interaction you had with your best friend was a negative one.

Your sister had found you in your room, you were struggling to breathe as your entire body shook. She immediately called for your mom frantically, not used to seeing you in such a panicked state. Your mother managed to get you to calm down, helping you breathe properly before you passed out. After that, she took you to see a doctor, and you were diagnosed with anxiety disorder and a mild case of depression. Your mother was supportive, she got you into therapy and you slowly got better, but there’s still times where you don’t feel 100%.

Which brings us to now. An award show. Everyone is there, all of the people you idolized were right in front of you, and a few of them actually expressed excitement about your debut album. You thanked them, telling them that their music inspired you to start making music yourself.

As you’re sitting in your seat talking to Holland, another idol under your label, and a fellow openly-gay idol, you hear some commotion coming from behind you. You turn your head and see a group approaching you. Normally, that wouldn’t bother you, but when your ex-best friend and previous (he still is) crush is in the front, you tend to freak out a bit. Your eyes go wide and you whip your head to face forward, causing a laugh from Holland.

“What’s got you so freaked out? You didn’t see a ghost, did you?” He asks, turning back to see what you were freaking out about. All he sees is the group Stray Kids, taking their seats behind you. He turns back around to you, taking in your wide eyes and the way you bite your bottom lip. The pieces start to come together.

“Oh,” he starts, “You are totally crushing on one of them.”

“What, no way! That’s ridiculous!” You sputter, your face heating up.

Holland just laughs, his hand clapping you on the shoulder.

You sit on a stool in the middle of the stage, a large piano in front of you. You are belting the words so passionately, the lights shining down on you, heating your body up, making you sweat a little. Everyone in the crowd is moved by your performance, but every time you open your eyes, you keep looking at Chan.

His face is unreadable, almost as if he knows the song is about him and not some old flame like you claimed in every interview. The lyrics just feel too familiar to him, his mind going back to his teenage years with you. He misses those times with you, laughing and messing with your little sisters. He feels bad for how things ended between you, and he wishes he could apologize. He’s heard your entire album, he’s had it on repeat for weeks. He’s not an idiot, your debut album is about him. He has to find a way to talk to you and apologize.

Finding you was easy. He catches you backstage after your performance, watching as you talk to a pretty blonde guy. You’re smiling, toothy and bright, and he feels his heart skip in his chest. Where did that come from? He walks towards you, catching your attention.

He watches your eyes go wide, your entire body freezing as you stare at him as if he grew two heads. He thinks you look silly like that, and he can’t fight the smile on his face.

“Y/N, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He says, mentally kicking himself for being so damn awkward.

You hesitate, your eyes looking everywhere but at him. You noticed that Holland isn’t at your side, and you remind yourself to flick his forehead when you see him. “It has.”

“Do you have a moment to talk? Maybe we can get some dinner and catch up?” He asks, his voice hopeful as he tilts his head at you. Your heart flips at the way he looks, his brown hair flopping to the side.

You wonder if this is a good idea. You could easily get hurt again, but you would also like some closure. There’s so many questions running through your head, it makes you dizzy.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Dinner sounds nice.”

You and Chan leave after the awards show, and you go to a secluded sushi restaurant. The air is awkward, but it passes quickly when Chan brings up the time you both filled his parents bathtub with frogs you captured in the mud. You can’t help but laugh, reminiscing about your wild child days.

“Y/N, I missed you. So much.” Chan says, his eyes on you, not once looking away. You feel your face get warm, and you try to fight the smile creeping onto your face.

“Chan, I missed you too. But I can’t forget how you spoke to me that day. It really hurt that you believed Vanessa over me.” You say, ignoring the aggressive bounce of your leg as you tell him how you felt that day.

Chan cringes when he hears that name. “Right, Vanessa. We actually broke up not long after I…kicked you out.” Chan says, and you gape at him.

“If you don’t mind, why did you break up?” You ask, picking at the loose strings of your sweater; a nervous habit you picked up from your anxiety.

“It turns out she lied about you being rude to her because she was jealous of how close we…were.” Chan sighs, taking a sip of his drink as he rolls his eyes. You were right all along. She wasn’t to be trusted.

“I always knew she was the jealous type. She thought I couldn’t see when she would glare at me whenever you and I would talk,” You say, pointing your chopsticks at him. “I never said anything bad about her, that was Liz.”

Chan laughs at that, knowing that your little sister had quite the attitude. It makes him miss Hannah and the rest of his family.

“You aren’t still mad at me, are you? Because according to your album, you sound like you hate me.” Chan asks. “If you aren’t mad, then I’d like us to pick up where we left off as friends.”

You thought about it for a second. You would finally have your best friend back in your life, but not in the way you truly desired. Could you live with that? Sure, it can’t be too hard. You’ll always have other people in your life.

“Yeah, we can go back to where we left off. We’re brothers for life, right?” You ask, a gentle smile on your face as you look at Chan. He smiles back and you both make a toast to rekindling a once broken friendship between brothers.

#binnies req #kpop x male reader #stray kids x male reader #kpop x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you

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milfjuulpod · 1 year

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Down The River

request: yes

Can you do one of Melissa protecting fem reader after someone tries to hurt them or something? And then she holds them while they cry?

warnings: uhhh idk scrape/minor yelling?

A/N: carissima=a more “serious” term for my dear.

thank u for sending a request! it means the world, and i hope i did it justice ! much love 🫶 also this gif wow anyone else got butterflies

Somehow between Janine’s persistent pleading and Melissa’s not-so-empty threats, you found yourself at the Twin Tubing River with more of your coworkers than you would have liked. Sure, you got along with everyone well considering it was still your first year teaching at Abbott, but something about Ava’s “tubing era” made you a bit uneasy. Floating down the river with Melissa would be a dream, the two of you finally sealed the deal recently after months of flirting. Despite being head over heels for the red headed woman, the both of you wanted to wait before telling everyone such an intimate detail about the both of your lives, now shared.

So here you are, at a picnic table playing with the rope on your tube, surrounded by such an odd group of people, but you were happy to be there nonetheless. Of course, Janine and Jacob brought way too many snacks for a day in the water, the table overflowing with food. Ava was busy attaching makeshift pillows to her float, getting ready to round everyone up to make their way down. Somehow, your eyes found themselves on Melissa again, taking in every detail of her. The green bathing suit she wore looked so good against her skin, her hair was blowing in the wind so perfectly, as if there was a fan propped right in front of her. Her eyes locked with yours, and you both knew she caught you staring. She gave you the sweetest smile she could, and went back to flipping through her book.

“Alright y’all, buddy up and attach with ropes, I don’t want to have to hire new staff next year,” Ava said to the group, passing out said ropes. Melissa immediately stood up and walked over to you, laying her arm over your shoulder as casually as she could. “I’ll take the kid, make sure she doesn’t drown,” She teased you. Blush made its way to your cheeks, both from your girlfriend and the attention it brought to you from everyone else. Although you and Melissa hadn’t explicitly come out as a couple yet, the two of you had a hard time keeping your hands off each other, and none of your friends are that blind.

One by one, all of you descended into the cold, Melissa and you holding hands under the water, of course. Despite your nerves earlier, you had to admit this was nice. You did love everyone you worked with, and everybody had found their own groove to follow. “What are you thinkin’ about over there?” Melissa asked you quietly. She could always tell when you were deep in thought. “Nothing much,” you answered honestly, “just appreciating where I am, and who I’m with.” If Melissa’s eyes could turn into hearts, they would have in that moment. Each and every day spent together she could feel herself falling deeper and deeper in love.

“You’re too sweet,” She shrugged the compliment off. “Yeah? Sweet enough to get a present when we get home tonight?” You asked, giving her your best begging face you could in that moment. Melissa’s grip around your hand tightened, and even with the sun as bright as it was, you could never miss that dark look in her eyes when her thoughts about you became…less than professional. “Yeah baby, maybe even sweet enough for two,” She smiled at you, and there were the blushed cheeks again.

After about an hour of the river, the gang decided it was time to head back to land and have some lunch. The way back was, to say the least, less than successful. Everybody piled up by the stairs, trying their best to exit their tubes gracefully. A couple was at the exit at the same time as you, a man and a woman. Just your luck, as you were making the exit, so was the man, who was much larger than you. As he swung his tube out of the water, his arm and float shoved into your back, pushing you onto the concrete. Before you could even express the sudden pain in your knee, the clumsy man started yelling. “Why don’t you stay out of people’s way and things like this won’t happen?” He exclaimed. You felt your stomach drop in fear. Not from the man, not from the wound on your knee, but from Melissa.

If there was one thing Melissa would protect more than anything, it was you. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She yelled back, her voice much louder than his. “Maybe if you were actually using your head you would’ve looked around before swingin’ that thing around like a god damn dance ribbon,” Melissa was now out of the water, hair tied up, and she was just a few feet away from a fight. Luckily, Gregory stepped in and took Melissa’s arm, pulling her more towards your direction rather than the idiot who caused the scene. The sight of you still on the ground pulled Melissa back down to earth and she immediately rushed to your side. “Come here baby, let’s go,” She said, not caring about the pet name in front of anyone anymore. She took your arm in hers and started walking you towards the bath house.

You didn’t have to ask her for anything, Melissa jumped right into taking care of you. She turned on the shower and let it warm up before walking you in with her. “Let me rinse it hon, does it still hurt, are you okay?” She asked. Moments before, Melissa was red hot with anger, and now here she was, being oh so gentle towards you. When you didn’t answer, she again knew something was wrong. For whatever reason, you had started crying and couldn’t stop. The scrape from earlier was stinging, the confrontation was overwhelming, not to mention it happening in front of so many people. Your chest heaved as you began softly sobbing in the shower. You reached out for Melissa, desperate for her touch. You wanted to calm down and tell her everything going on in your head, but all you could get out was her name.

“It’s okay carissima,” she whispered, taking you in her arms, letting the hot water hit your back. “You’re okay, I got you, you know that,” she assured you, gently planting kisses on your head as you cried into her chest. The tears didn’t last much longer, with Melissa they never do. She always took care of you, like nobody else did. You were special in her eyes, and she made sure you felt it every day. “Thank you, Mel,” you finally said, tears subsiding. She lifted your head from her shoulder and gave you a kiss, this time on the lips. “You don’t have to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.” Most times your showers with Melissa were much more sensual, but right now, with her gentle caresses and words, all you felt was love. Pure happiness and love.

The door to the bath house opened, shushing you and Melissa immediately. “Hey, it’s just me. You okay?” Ava’s voice sounded from beyond the curtain. “Yeah, I’m alright, thank you though,” you told her, hoping she would take that answer and leave you back to your girlfriend. “Alright, just wanted to check on ya. Oh and Melissa, while you’re in there can you look for my shampoo bottle? I know you have better eyesight than the other one,” Ava said, and walked back out the door. Melissa and you stared at each other wide-eyed. “Well, I guess Ava knows now,” you said. “Yeah,” Melissa said, giving you another gentle kiss, “I guess she does.”

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary fics #lisa ann walter #reader fic #wlw #melissa schemmenti headcanon #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader

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thvshusband · 1 year

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hannibal lecter x f reader with bpd

hi anon! thanks for requesting. i hope i did the prompt justice lmao. i made this into a headcannon list if that's okay ! i can do a story ver as well >.<

warnings: mentions of sh and suic*de, subst*nce ab*se

word count: tbc

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hannibal x fem!reader w/ bpd

since he's a psychologist, he knows a lot about your mental illness and tries his best when it comes to preventing splitting and helping you with your most prominent symptoms

he's also a lot more understanding

cares for you when you're having an episode

if you struggle with substance abuse /sh (or are suicidal) he will help you stay clean/recover

will give you tons and tons of coping mechanisms to help you

sweetest bf ever when you're having an episode (especially when he's your favorite person)

you can always talk to him about it, nothing is too “personal” or “embarrassing” when it comes to your bpd

he’ll always reassure you, especially when you feel abandoned

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #thvshusband

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chrisevansonly · 2 years

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Ok imagine Sebastian Stan and his wife or girlfriend, reader has a premature daughter or son. Seb and reader are loving and protective parents over their child

Little Miracle

Sebastian Stan x Wife Reader

Summary: Being parents for some people was a dream come true, for you and Sebastian the arrival of your daughter Elodie was a miracle, for the first few weeks you both thought she wouldn’t make it, but she proved you two wrong

Warnings: talks of hospitals, depression, some angst, very soft and loving dad and husband Seb, just very sweet

A/N: Thank you for the request anon, this is my first time writing for Seb! I hope I did this request justice and that you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 914

Elodie spent those two first months in the NICU at the best pediatric hospital in New York City, being cared for by the sweetest team of nurses and doctors, you two would always be so grateful to them for taking such great care of El. Of course, the two of you couldn’t stay at the hospital with her, so everyday you’d wake up, go to the NICU, and spent the day with her, doing skin to skin, talking to her, and helping the nurses feed her.

It was a trying experience and one that Sebastian will never forget, he’d never seen someone as perseverant as you, his wife, who despite not sleeping, battling depression, and having a hard time eating, was getting up and taking on the day with purpose, and with strength and determination for the better days to come.

“You just going to stand over there gawking handsome?”

You smiled looking over at Seb who was still leaning against the wall, a smile now on his face as he heard your voice

“I was thinking about it yeah”

The soft sound of Elodie letting out a few squeaks caught your attention, and you looked down, she was growing slowly but surely, and god she was looking more and more like her daddy everyday

“Yeah, you want some attention from daddy too huh?”

Sebastian laughed and finally joined you two on the couch, settling down softly in behind you, letting you rest your weight on his chest, his arms wrapping around the two of you. When he ran his fingers across Elodie’s little cheek she took his pointer finger in her hand and just held it there, you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes

There were so many moments in the past three months that really allowed you to reflect and in turn feel so lucky that the universe allowed you to be a parent to Elodie. From seeing her tiny body in an incubator hooked up to wires and Sebastian watching her with a fierce protection, to now watching as she holds onto him gently. Moments like this still to this day bringing both the unwelcome memories as well as the new welcomed ones, you were so caught up in your head, you hadn’t realized the rush of war tears cascading down your face

“Baby? What’s wrong, does something hurt?”

You shook your head quickly, rotating slightly so you could look up at him, his eyes filled with worry

“No, I-I just was thinking a-about everything that’s happened, I’m fine really…promise”

He brought his free hand up to wipe your cheeks before holding your face gently

“It’s okay to let it out pretty girl, you’ve been through a lot the past three months, even the strongest of mom’s need to feel and let go every once in a while”

Seb watched you carefully his eyes never leaving yours, he didn’t want to look away for one second, knowing he almost did lose you a few weeks after Elodie was born, you were his entire world

“I will always be behind you to support you, lift you up and remind you of how strong you are, how beautiful you are, Elodie is so lucky to have you as her mom, and I am even luckier to have you as my wife. You continue to amaze me every day with the strength you use to fill our days with laughter, smiles and pure genuine love”

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips as you sniffled, closing your eyes for a few short moments, his hand smoothing over your head a few times

“I love you Seb, I don’t say it nearly enough, but I wouldn’t have made it through this without you, Elodie and I are so fortunate to be loved by you, I hope you know that”

Seb smiled and nodded his head as you settled back down on his shoulder, his little bee still fast asleep on your chest, a mental snapshot he’d remember for life

“I love you too baby, you don’t always need to say it, you show me throughout each and every day, I’d bring you two the moon and the stars if I could”

The moon and the stars that littered the night sky, which was your ceiling for a lot of your first dates when the two of you met. It became a saying every night when he dropped you off, because if he would, he’d bring you and his precious baby the entire night sky and all it’s beauty. So, laying here, underneath blankets, wrapped up in an abundance of love, he made a promise to himself that he was going to do whatever he could to bring you both the whole universe, because you deserved nothing less.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x wife!reader #sebastian stan x pregnant reader #dad!sebastian stan #seb stan x reader #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan imagine #rueswrites #sebastian stan x fluff #sebastian stan x you

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webdollzz · 2 years

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Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request 📘 #2: laying out fresh clothes for them while they’re in the shower(vice versa)!!

i’d love to be the one to do this for Eddie Munson🙏

acts of service.

You open the trailer door, expecting to see your boyfriend on the couch but he isn't there. "Eddie?" You yell out,you're met with silence. You walk the the bedroom, which is just past the bathrooms causing you to hear the shower running. "Oh I know what I could do." You mumble to yourself, excitedly walking to Eddie's bedroom.

You ruffle through his drawers, picking out a nice iron maiden graphic tee, one of Eddie's favourite bands. A pair of waist fitting joggers, and of course, some nice socks. you fold them neatly on the edge of his bed, scurrying of back to the living room when you hear the faucet turn off.

You sit down and put the TV on, acting very nonchalantly. Eddie walks out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and his hair dripping wet. wow.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a moment, okay? jus' gotta change first." He says, Kissing your temple. You hum happily whilst he walks to his bedroom.

it's been about, 2 or 3 minutes and eddie walks back out with the biggest grin on his face you've ever seen. He's wearing the clothes you laid out for him. "Sweetheart? Did you lay out fresh clothes for me?" He asks, sinking down next to you and wrapping his arms around you. "Yes, yes I did. I thought it'd be a nice thing to do, is all." You say, snuggling into his chest. "It was, love. thank you very much. You quite possibly picked the best outfit ever. one of my favourite shirts aaannnd the most comfortable pants ever." He chuckles, planting a sweet kiss on your head. You just hum in response. Even if it was little to you, he'll remember it forever. It was the sweetest thing someone's done for him, afterall.

You wrap your arm around his stomach, all the way to his back. pulling him impossibly closer. You love this man. You just don't know how to say it, so you'll keep doing acts of service until you figure out how.

*✧･ﾟ: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

thank you so much for requesting my lovely!! I appreciate it. hope I did it justice!

#pls dont bully me #someone stop me #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie x oc #eddie x reader #eddie and dustin #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #vol 2 stranger things #lucas stranger things #stranger things 4 #eleven hopper #eleven #jonathan x nancy #nancy wheeler

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mellifiedprincess · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

here’s all the fics i’ve written so far✨

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current-interest-writings · 3 years

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Hello! Ive veen reading your writings and i love your work! May i please request a trans!reader dating Jason Todd but only realizing theyre trans (ftm) somewhere during the relationship and then breaking up with him bc theyre scared Jason wont like them anymore. Eventually when reader doesnt want to give an explanation they crack and tell him. Jason being Jason just comforts reader and tells them its okay he loves them anyways. Pls i am so sorry if this is too long and specific i was definitely in an angst with comfort mood while typing this. Of course it is completely your choice to write this! Thank you for reading and I hope you have an amazing and a wonderful day! :)

Jason Todd X Trans!Reader

!Warnings!- if you aren't comfortable reading fics about a trans read, then keep scrolling! other than that maybe some angst and comfort.

I hope I did this request some justice, and I hope readers enjoy it.

Dating Jason has been one of the best times in your life, it was almost the perfect relationship for you guys.

Dates were fun and well thought out

He had trust in you, which for him is rare

You guys had met through his older brother Dick, you were being targeted by someone for god knows what. But you needed protection, and Jason has many places to lay low. and from there the relationship formed.

after a few years of dating, you noticed that you weren't being honest with yourself. The outside appearance did not match the inside, to be honest, it scared you a little bit. And in this panic, you had decided it would be better to leave Jason, and maybe navigate what you were feeling alone.

Breaking up with Jason was hard,

"Jason, I know this is coming from out of left field but I think it's best that we break up."

"Why? was it something I did? is this because I'm the red hood?"

"No Jason, it really has nothing to do with you, this is because of me. you've done nothing wrong"

"Can I know what you think you've done? I need a clear answer"

"I don't have a clear answer, I don't really understand what's going on with me yet either."

"so no explanation?"

"I'm sorry"

it took a lot for you to walk out of the door, and drive yourself back home, you stared in the mirror a lot, and then looked away. it wasn't easy, the break up with one of the sweetest men you've ever known, and to see that the outside is not what you feel it should be.

You used an ace bandage to wrap over your sports bra, as a makeshift chest binder, You had know you were trans right now, but that didn't make your feelings any better, only slightly better.

But a week after the breakup Jason had enough, he needed to know what is going on. He drove to your place to see you, he knocked on the door instead of using the key he still had, and when you came to the door Jason had a spike of fear in him, you looked like you've been kinda upset. But you let him in.

"Hey"

"Hi Jay, What are you doing here?"

"I, I just need an answer as to what is exactly happened. we were happy or so I thought and then suddenly you end it. I just need to know why''

"Jason, I'm"

"I want an answer and not just some runaround."

''Jay I'm transgender"

he looked at you and then let out a laugh

"that's why you broke up with me?"

"I was scared Jay, That's why I did what I did. I was scared about what you would think about me, and I was just scared about what it means for my life. it's not a small change. I thought it was better to go about this on my own."

Jason just pulled you into his arms and cradled you pressing your head to his chest

"I love you, but sometimes you're stupid. I love you, and you being trans isn't going to stop me from loving you. You won't be going through this alone, I love you. And I'm not going to leave you alone, besides who else is going to make inappropriate jokes."

you let out a small chuckle, he of course will make terrible jokes at the worst timing.

"I know Jay, and I'm sorry for just breaking up with you."

"No it's okay, you were scared and I don't blame you. I wish you would've just talked to me first but I totally get it. I can't judge you, I came back from the dead and decided I wanted Bruce dead instead of being rational. Fear can make us do strange things"

and he did get it, he was by your side for everything

If you want to cut your hair? he's right there cheering you on

buying new clothes? he's there to provide his opinion and cheer you on

thinking about making surgical changes or not? he's right by your side, he's supportive no matter what you choose.

he's right by your side for all of your changes.

if/when you're ready to change your name? he's there making jokes about you choosing the name Jason.

"common it's an awesome name, and have you met me!"

"I'm not picking Jason as a name, that would be kinda awkward in bed"

"Alright, fair point that would be weird"

his family is ready to fight anyone who wants to purposely misgender you or deadname you.

He's by your side no matter what.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #jasontodd #Trans!Reader #FTM!Reader #batfam x reader #dc x reader #Current interest writings #currentintrestwritings

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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teasing her friend

Summary: Gojo’s teenage daughter has learned from the best, teasing her guy friend.

Pairing: Gojo’s daughter x her guy friend - Weakio, several other friends (without names)

Word count: 876

Content warning: GTG (Great Teacher Gojo) teaching his daughter everything but skills to use in society.

A/N: requested by anon // I hope I did your request justice omg-

With a lollipop in your mouth, the school day ended and you made your way out of the building, some friends in tow. “Oi, Weakio, wanna come over today? Or anyone else? We can play Mario Kart or something,” you suggested, slurping the lollipop loudly. “Nah, gotta pass,” the boy replied, waving his hand. “Why? Ya scared after I bested you last time? Or was my dad too harsh last time when he roasted you, calling you a weakling?” you teased the slightly-older Akio with the same shit-eating grin your dad had on his face at times.

Akio was silent, which you did not fail to notice. You snickered, “No way, Akio. You’re not scared of my dad, are you? At your big age? In this economy? Or are you just a sore loser when we beat you triumphantly at Mario Kart?” “Am not scared nor a sore loser,” the boy retorted, “Your dad is just insanely good at wrestling and Mario Kart.” But it was far too late. “Scared of me and my dad beating you at Mario Kart, boooohoooo, Akio is a babyyyyy. Also, ‘tis your own fault for asking him to teach you that move, Weakio,” you mocked in a fake high-pitched voice, causing the others - except Akio who just rolled his eyes - to snicker.

“Y/N-san, are you really going to go enroll in the high school your dad works at?” another friend, Yume, spoke up. You turned your head to look at her as you replied (after all, your dad showed you manners and shit), “Yeah. I won’t be with you guys. Why do you ask, Yume?” “Oh, I just wondered why you weren’t joining us, since all of us are going together, or why we can’t join you,” she answered your question. You scratched your chin and scrunched up your nose, lollipop moving around in your mouth as you pushed it from side to side with your tongue. “There are some circumstances, I suppose,” you explained as best as you could without mentioning the world you and your father lived in.

You had tried to explain once when you were several years younger but it was only natural that people wouldn't believe you, making fun of you instead. Back then, your dad had explained to you that the two of you lived in a different, yet similar, world than the rest of the human population. In the end, no sane person would believe you that curses (“not the demon thingies”) that fed off of negative energy (or “negative vibes” as you called it) existed in anything other than folklore or fantasy novels.

“Is it a private school?” Yume asked again. “Not really, I guess but not everybody can join since… uh… it’s… a special school… for special people.” You gave them a sheepish smile. That kind of explanation had to be sufficient. “I knew it, Y/N is going to attend a school for crazies,” another friend snorted. Gone was your smile and you shot them a dirty look, “I swear if you don’t shut up about me not being right in the head, I might just push my entire fist into your tiny mouth… even if you have a point!” You took your lollipop out of your mouth to point it to your friend in a threatening manner. “Oh shit, you should run because if they say they’re gonna do it for real,” Akio affirmed in a mocking voice. “I would never!” you gasped in a dramatic manner, “I am a noble lady, I would never do such vulgar things as touching anybody’s mouth!” “But you just said you would?” Akio retorted. “Yeah, so what? Are you gonna argue against the strongest here?” you joked back.

One by one, your group of friends dispersed, each going their own way until it was just you and Akio. Continuing your usual banter, Akio had to part with you not too soon after. “Hey Akio,” you began, “you do know that you’re my precious munchkin, right?” The boy abruptly turned around. “Your what now?” he asked, his puzzled face almost made you laugh out loud. “My sweetest munchkin, my ride or die, my lovely buttercup, my precious da-” “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, STOP IT. That was sooooo weird, what the heck,” Akio wrinkled his nose in disgust. You stared at him, then deadpanned, “See, this is one of the rare times I give you my love and this is how you react? This is how you thank me? Noted for eternity, man.” Already opening the gates to his garden, the boy shot back, “Yeah, teasing suits my best friend much better. I’ll be going now, bye! Seeya tomorrow.”

Arriving at home alone, your dad came to meet you in the corridor of your home. “Oh, Y/N, my sweetest! Finally at home! Tease anyone good today? The teachers maybe?” he asked. “Meh, just Weakio,” you replied as you went straight to your room. “What a good kid I have,” Gojo chuckled to himself. “Reminds me of the good old days.”

Were you a menace to society? Perhaps, but who could blame you? You learned from the very best. For better or (actually) worse, you started to resemble your dad more and more each day.

Bonus:

#dad!gojo #gojo as dad #papa!gojo #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru #gojo satoru x reader

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 2 years

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Uhm...👉👈 for my request...

Morgen x Claire, with Morgen reading a book for Claire and they're just chillin'🥺 together.

Hiya~! ^-^

I hope I did your girl justice 🥺

Pairing: Morgen x Claire

Genre: Fluff

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.6k

Sun was starting to set behind the horizon, painting the world in various hues of red and violet before the blanket of stars was pulled over the landscape. And as dusk was settling in, it brought with it a sense of tranquillity, calm, a moment of twilight. Which was perfect for what Morgen had in mind while emerging with a book in hand one evening, and greeting Claire with a smile.

“Hey,” there was that gentle flow of the word in his tone, the kind that only existed in his voice.

“Hey?” Claire greeted with a question, because the almost anticipating sense of being in the way he leaned closer her; as if expecting something.

“I was thinking that we could read a little bit on this fine evening,” he suggested with that ever-present smile that made her heart sing the most confusing song she had ever heard. But; the song was still the sweetest thing she knew.

And yet, she had to wonder about the statement. “You mean a study date of some kind?” She quirked an eyebrow.

“No, no,” he shook his head with a swaying motion. “I thought about reading one of my favourite novels to you.”

“We talked about this,” she sighed. “Reading about anything else than facts, such as research, news, or textbooks. Pieces of literature from which you can learn.”

“I do remember you telling me so dear,” he replied with a calm, collected, soft tone that sounded comforting, as if he was running his fingers through her hair with a caressing motion. “But one can learn from all kind of stories. They teach us about how people, who are so very different from ourselves, might make choices. They teach us to dream, to be courageous, to love, laugh… They make us feel.”

“I feel on my free time,” she rolled her eyes. “And I feel regardless of the things I read.”

He stayed silent; just smiling and waiting for her to continue. He was certain that she would from the way her eyes kept travelling over his features, trying to read his expression.

“What book is it anyways?” She asked with a sigh.

“Your gaze at sunset.”

“A romance novel? That’s so cheezy!” She scoffed.

“Perhaps, but those stories have so much to give as well,” he replied taking her hand into his and tugging her with him, imploring her to follow and give it a try. “I’ll read it to you,” the suggestion flowed from him like a late breeze of a summer night, whispering to her of promises yet to be made.

She took a deep breath, and looked at him. “Okay…” she gave in, following him onto the couch.

He sat into the corner, and she sat next to him, leaning against him; her back against his chest. And so, he begun to read. The story begun to unfold before them both, as she listened. Because she did listen. To the syrup covered love confessions, the plot that was… somehow intriguing, despite it being only about one couple, and the narrative…

…

Somehow Morgen made it sound good. Those word, the cheezy lines that have been used for far too many times to count… They sounded good while falling from his lips.

Like a lullaby to wish her good night, and bring peace to her weary body. The corners of her lips tugged up into a smile with the melody of his voice. And the best part was that she didn’t need to properly concentrate, because it wasn’t a text book. She could just listen and let the story, and his voice, take her into the land of dreams.

#black clover fanfiction #morgen x claire #friend's oc #bc oc

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devildomdoofus · 4 years

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I saw you said your commissions are open, if it's ok can I request a fluffy morning with the demon brothers, please? I just found your blog but I already fell in love with your writing style 😍. I hope you have a great day 🤗

Thank you so very much!! 😭 I’m over the moon that I can make you happy with my writing and I’ll GLADLY take this request ✨ I hope you have a great day as well!!

I also hope I’ve done your request justice 🥺

- DevildomDoofus

Through Morning’s Rays

Fluffy mornings with the Obey Me! Brothers

💙Lucifer:

Both of your schedules differed a generous amount. He wakes up the earliest out of the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall combined, to ensure everyone’s up and ready for school/work/etc.... and he is the last to go to bed.

That is, if he isn’t dog tired by the time he’s finished doing his last rounds of security checks and sending any remaining night owls to their rooms to keep their schedules in check, and collapses at his desk while finalizing reports.

You, on the other hand, have a steady schedule due to your obligations to your school (and job, if you worked).

To say that you two have a hard time spending any amount of quality time together is an understatement

Please forgive him, he is a lone father and he is trying his best

When he’s up early to get a head start in working to the bone, as usual and doesn’t have much time to share the fleeting, morning hours with you, he’ll gingerly place a kiss to the top of your head and shift the blankets from your late night tossing and turning, back to their place over your shoulders and covers the rest of your body. He’ll leave a little note by the bedside table that wishes you a wonderful day and promises that he’ll meet with you shortly to make up for lost time.

On the rare occasions that he manages to be able to share mornings with you, it is like a gift from the celestial realm to you both in which afterwards, the two of you are like completely different people, beaming with sunshine and happiness as your batteries have been recharged.

In those rare moments, he’ll slide to your side of the bed, oh so carefully snake his arm around you and tugs you gently into his embrace as he places kisses all atop your head. When you finally open your eyes and face him, he’ll run his hand up the length of your silhouette to your face, cupping it, rub his thumb over your cheek and smile lazily. “Good morning, lamb.” He whispers, trying to disguise the grogginess in his voice. Then, he leans down to press his lips against yours in a way that makes you feel like he’s been starving for you for months on end, only to now get what he’s craved and yet it’s not enough.

In this moment, nothing in all of the realms matters to him more than you. Just you and you alone.

💛Mammon:

You spent many, many, MANY mornings with him and they were some of your favorite memories since you first came to the Devildom. For him.... well, maybe not at first since you were kind of a chore. But the was before you two became so close.

The only problem was that neither of you were morning people, especially if either of you had responsibilities that day like school or work. To deal with such a thing, the two of you made a deal where each of you took turns being the one to help wake the other.

There were mornings where he woke you up with a heavy pillow to the torso and it ended up in you two being late for school due to an epic pillow fight that neither of you wanted to lose.

Other mornings, you woke him up by jumping and flopping around next to him on the bed, belting a song that was the favorite of the pair of you, and he tackles you back down to the bed to deliver you a piping hot plate of a tickle fight

and then there were THOSE mornings.

These mornings, when the two of you just happened to wake around the same time, he’d smile sleepily, yank you closer, and place a kiss on your forehead. “Mornin’, my lil’ human.”

UGH, that gravely, morning voice would be the bittersweet death of you.

While having a few hours to spare, you would lay there in the semidarkness, whispering sweet everythings to each other, exchanging kisses and joke ensued laughter, and simply enjoying each other’s company while entangled in a comfy, cozy embrace.

🧡Leviathan:

It’s the same sort of situation as with Mammon; neither of you were really morning people. But with you two, it was because it came with the terms and conditions of being like minded nerds (as a fellow ‘nerd,’ I mean that term in the best way possible and as a compliment) in which the endgame boss had to be defeated, or that one episode simply could not be missed, or your favorite celebrity/idol was going live and you were not about to be absent for it. Many evenings were spent indulging in both of your favorite hobbies, well into the latest hours of the night and early morning, when you should’ve been sleeping instead.

So of course, mornings were INCREDIBLY ROUGH for the two of you.

In the beginning and a majority of the time, you were the one to wake him up. I hope you can forgive him, though, because almost all of his energy is spent drowning out his negative thoughts and the outside judgement from his own brothers, haters, and toxic fans alike via his hobbies and he doesn’t quite have enough energy to take care of himself, including waking up on time for school or other responsibilities/obligations to avoid getting an ass-chewing from Lucifer... much less waking up on time and then having to wake YOU up.

You had to show him the way, in a sense. You’re his motivation and safety net. Where you go, and ensure his ‘safety’ he delightfully follows. Ergo, you had to be the alarm clock for him, for a while, to be shown that you truly care about him and it’s not all just some exasperating, ridiculously elaborate and heart shattering prank.

Your method of ‘raising the dead’ was to gently comb your hand through his hair while softly beckoning him from his dream world with your sweetest voice to ‘the land of the living.’ His eyes would flutter open and as soon as he saw you with that heartwarming smile, his face would turn a deep crimson and he’d smile back, reaching a hand up to place it over top of yours, somewhat nuzzling into it. “Good morning, my human Henry.” His shy, quiet, gravely voice could melt lava.

Through this method of yours, he no longer woke with animosity for the normie world but was rather hopeful and optimistic, feeling as if nothing could bring him down. Not even his brothers’ insults.

Eventually, he got the hang of it, and he was the one waking YOU up and he did so as sweetly as you had done. He’d place his hand on your cheek, rub his thumb over it, and gingerly place a multitude of kisses atop your head as he whispered your name until you woke.

Some mornings when he was feeling extra giddy, he would place a little speaker near where you had fallen asleep and quietly play your favorite song as he sang along and took hold of your hands to swing them gently to the beat. He saw it once in an anime episode and was hoping it would award him the same giggles the love interest gave the protagonist.

Fortunately for him, it always did.

💚Satan:

Being one of the more mature and responsible brothers, he rarely ever slept in. It’s just in his nature to be an early bird to catch the early worm.. mostly to get it over with so he could get back to doing what he loved most; reading in comfort. Even still, his schedule matched with yours almost perfectly, and that’s due to the fact that, similar to Leviathan, you two were likeminded.

You had the same interests and hobbies so of course, the pair of you grew very close, very quickly. You first linked up for study sessions because celestial realm knows that school in the Devildom was VASTLY different than human world schools, then book club meetings for when you got a little more comfortable with each other’s presence, then as you became even closer, you just decided to do the same things at the same time as it killed two birds with one stone; you got to do what you enjoyed with the person you enjoyed the most.

Mornings to you two were fairly simple and honestly, quite enjoyable with the other being there when you woke.

One morning, Satan took the first step and woke you to the pleasant sound of one of your favorite records echoing from an antique gramophone while placing a tray of your favorite breakfast foods next to the bed. He then leant down, took your hand into his, and kissed from your knuckles, all the way up to your shoulder, and then planting one final, light kiss to your cheek. “My darling MC, it is time to come back to me. Your dreams have had you long enough.”

From then on, you took turns in trying to wake the other in the most romantic ways possible. From your favorite flower’s petals scattering the bed, to his favorite audio books reading him awake. There was nothing that you two wouldn’t do in order to guarantee that the other woke to nothing less than the world on a silver and golden platter.

He was the envy of his brothers especially Mammon, getting to spend so much time with you and having you smile as brightly as you did with him.

💖Asmodeus:

Surprisingly, he’s another early riser. Though when you really think about it, it isn’t quite that surprising, considering he has a strict self-care routine that CANNOT be broken, lest he wishes to end up with a pimple or even worse... a wrinkle! Which neither are bad if you have them, it’s just for Asmo’s personal tastes for his own appearance, he prefers to have none of them.

Because he cares for you so much, he forces sternly asks that you have the same schedule as he does so he can give you the same love and care as he gives himself. He wants you to look and feel as wonderful as who you are on the inside... but he also loves it when you absolutely SHINE.

Please don’t be mistaken, he doesn’t think you’re ugly or unattractive or any other negative thoughts you might have about yourself, in the least. Not at ALL. He simply wishes to amplify what wonderful assets you already have (to your own tastes, of course) because of that oh so magnificent way you carry yourself when you feel your best.

Want to as pretty as a sunset? He’s got you covered. Want to be as handsome as... well, him? You’re covered there too. Want a little mix of any and everything? Oh please, give him a challenge! Whatever look you wish for, he’s there to help you make it happen.

You just have to take his hand and follow his lead. And his lead requires that you be ‘up and at ‘em’ early enough to go through the self-care routine (that he handpicked things for, according to you and your body’s needs), and eat the proper foods so your body and mind can handle the weight of being the most stunning thing to walk the face of any of the realms... besides him, of course. Also, all of this has to happen before school begins.

Unfortunately, that’s pretty early. There’s a LOT of self-care to-do’s that you two have to go through to ensure maximum amplification.

But because he knows that this can be rather overwhelming and a bit stressful to keep up with all of the time (and stress causes physical and mental harm), he’s always sure to make your mornings as pleasant and stress-free as possible.

He lights one of your favorite candles or incenses, and/or turns one of your favorite slower/softer songs on then climbs into bed and over top of you to begin his trails of kisses from the top of your head, down your face, neck and chest, further down your precious tummy, and stops right at your hips to go back up your body and start again. All of this on repeat as he coos and whispers your name, his soothing voice leading you from your dreams to the waking world. When your eyes meet his, he hums “ahh, my dear, you’ve returned to me.” He moves to kiss your lips as sweetly as he speaks.

He then slips his arms underneath you and lifts you up, as if you were one of Lucifer’s feathers, to carry you bridal style into the bathroom. He’ll then set you down and slowly undress you, taking as much time as you need him to, before helping you into the tub and giving you the gentlest of washes you’ve had since before you can even remember.

He’s the most soothing alarm that’s ever existed.

❤️Beelzebub:

Not really an early riser but he’s also not one to sleep in, either. To sleep in means to miss breakfast, and to miss breakfast is a death sentence for himself and anyone in the way of his next meal.

It also means that he doesn’t get to spend his mornings or share breakfast with you. Another death sentence but this one’s for his heart. Even though he might not say it, being that putting his thoughts and feelings into words is a bit harder than his more comfortable/natural way of simply showing you through his actions, he loves you very, very, VERY much.

This man cares so fucking much for you, he’d give up eating for the rest of his life if it meant you got to have a crumb. But he hopes it doesn’t have to come to that.

The way that Beel shows you that he cares is through food. Eating with you, cooking with you, watching you eat to be sure that you’re getting enough food in your own body, taking his time to eat his food because, now, he’s too busy having wonderful conversations with you, and every and anything in between.

One of his favorite ways is breakfast in bed. You had done it once for him before on one of your anniversaries and ever since then, he’s done it for you in return whenever he got the chance.

On mornings that he had waken up early enough, he’d quietly get up and tiptoe to the kitchen to make both of you a delicious breakfast. If Belphegor was up, on the rarest of rare occasions that he was, he’ll make a little something for him too. He’d put together your favorite foods and beverage while doing the same for himself, draw a cute little heart on a small post-it note and placing it on your side of the tray, tip-toe back up to the room and sets it on the nightstand beside the bed, then moves in close to you to start waking you up. He leans in close and peppers your face in little kisses before moving a little lower to your neck and giving his signature, gentle bite. “MC, honey, wake up. I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Nine times out of ten, you wake up in an instant. When you’ve slept heavily during the night and have a harder time waking up, he plops down onto you gently of course as to not squish you and groans in your ear, nibbling them to remind you of who you’re keeping waiting. “MCCC, pleeeease, I’m hungry. Don’t make me eat yours.”

The warning never fails.

As you two chow down, his dimpled smile never leaves his face nor his eyes on you as he watches you enjoy another morning filled with your favorite things: Beel and Beel’s signature breakfast.

💜Belphegor:

Morning? What the hell is a morning?

Yeah, yeah, he knows what a morning is. He’s had to get up for them too many fucking times to count in order to get to school on time.. or at least try. His attendance is, more or less, nonexistent. He’s just not a morning person.

at ALL.

WHAT. SO. EVER.

The one thing ‘Mr. Sandman’ doesn’t do is wake up or get woken up if the awakener values their life

However... if it is you, his favorite walking and talking pillow, he can’t be that pissed about it. It’s a little more of a smooth transition from being asleep to being awake when you’re the one bringing him there.

So, yes, you’re the one waking him up and it’s never the other way around, but you knew this would be your lot in life the closer you had gotten to him.

And yet, whenever you tried to wake him, he’d simply wrap his arm over you and drag you back down onto the bed as he rolls on top of you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “No.” he’d groan in his gravelly morning voice.

What? What did he mean ‘no’ ?! It’s time to get up!!

You’d try your best to to wiggle free but Belphegor is far more stronger than he looks and keeps you pinned down in place. Well... at least it’s comfy.

Wait no, this is his way of coercing you to go back to sleep with him!

Before you can try something else, he plants warm and slow kisses up and down your neck and nibbles at the skin just beneath your ear while whispering in a low tone, “why don’t we just stay here and do something better than go to school?”

Your face heats up and body tenses underneath him. It was not uncommon for him to try this tactic, especially in the morning, so you were fairly used to it but sometimes... sometimes it just does something to you and you’re frozen in place with nothing but his voice to lull you wherever it pleased. Maybe it came with being the Avatar of Sloth? He moves up onto his elbows to deliver his final attack that was his signature, teasing smile in order for him to fully keep you here, in bed, with him and simply enjoy each other’s company while you slept.

Unfortunately for him, this was his mistake and you gained yourself a foothold in pushing him off of you. Getting up from the bed, you look back at him as you straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, saying “Breakfast is in ten minutes,” with a stern voice. You take notice of this and try to sweeten it up to truly convince him. “Be there, won’t you?” you demand more than request, with a signature smile of your very own.

He brings his dropped jaw back up from when you were able to knock him off, and shakes his head as he lightly chuckles. “Whatever you want, MC.” Before you completely walk out of the door, he calls after you. “You owe me!”

You peak back in just enough for him to hear you as you’re closing the door. “No, you owe me.”

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