Drabble - Blog Posts
~Can you take it~
“Aw come on baby, I know you can take it”, he softly growls in her ear as his hips slide to meet hers. Nothing but moans leave their lips as they attempt to keep up with his growing pace. ”P-pl-”, they let out in a feeble attempt. ”Come on baby, use your words”, he smirks in the mirror adjacent from them.
|eren, toji, connie, levi, armin, geto, choso, dabi, sebastian, gojo|
Only the Shadows Know
Movie: Mortdecai (2015)
Characters: Inspector Alistair Martland
Oneshot / Yandere / Drabble
Word Count: 100
Synopsis: While her husband is away, Martland pays Johanna a secret visit.
A/N: So of course the moment I said that wanted to write at least once a week, I didn't touch the computer for a full month 🤦♂️. Well, no better time than the present to start again! I wasn't feeling any inspiration and didn't know who to write about. Finally, I realized that inspiration isn't something that's always there. Sometimes, you have to just sit down and start writing. Otherwise, you may be waiting for inspiration for an eternity lol. This is my first yandere. I've become interested in the genre and wanted to give it a shot. This is only drabble so it's very short but dang! Writing exactly 100 words was way more challenging than I expected lol.
Martland gazed lovingly at the woman deep in slumber before him. His desire to see her, to protect her, outweighed the risk of being caught. Besides, the sleeping pill he encouraged her to take was doing its job well. How could Mortdecai roam the world and leave his most valuable treasure defenseless? “I would never leave you, my love.” He softly muttered to himself. One day, he will confess his devotion to his angel and she will understand her place is with him. But for now, as he hides in the dark recesses of her room, only the shadows know.
Nsndjddkdfudjeidbekdhkdbdidhe i got my first reblog and im so happy
Well i translated one more drabble with wrightworths sooo yeah
"Hey, Edgy", Larry says that with a lot less energy than usual and because of this being unlike Butz, Edgeworth's intuition already told him that he won't like his next words. Well, it was right. "Why don't you contact with Nik?"
"He did not try to start our communication again himself so I don't see a reason to reach him myself." This lie comes out after some time of silence but still it's not that easy to find out if this really is a lie...
Unless you know the truth.
"But he tried!" exclaims Larry making Edgeworth sigh. "He wrote letters, he called your phone, he even showed me these letters and a call log!"
"Larry..." Edgeworth sighs again, irritated, averting his eyes. He does not want to bring up the "why do i avoid phoenix" topic. But he knew Larry too well to hope that...
"Edgy, why do you do this? You know you can trust Nik! You know well how I appreciate you and the same goes for Nik!"
Edgeworth sighs one again. Not "the same goes for Nik", it's "more goes for Nik". He knows it well.
Maybe that is the reason he doesn't want Wright to see him. Not after all this "forged evidence" gossips. Wright can be very emotional about it and who knows where these emotions can get him. It was much easier with Larry. Not only he found him before the SL–9, not only this. Even if he believed in all this gossips (and Larry said he'd not and Edgeworth believed him and not only because Larry is really bad in lying) then maybe Larry would be disappointed in Edgeworth but it wouldn't turn him away from Edgeworth.
It's not the same about Wright. Phoenix never tolerated lies and omissions. And if he will believe in all this gossips about Edgeworth then their friendship ends. They didn't see each other for about one and a half decades, nevertheless Edgeworth wasn't ready to hear that all is gone now.
If Phoenix can't get in touch with him then he can't say to Edgeworth that Edgeworth is foul lier and he doesn't want to have anything in common with him, right?
So everything is alright unless they meet.
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So yeah here just my thoughts if you are not interested you can just skip it here's nothing important
Maybe will finish one kuyaei (im used to call it kuyden but as i discovered on ao3 everyone call them kuyaei(( and translate it a bit after i dunno and i also have one underoffice idea because i got to ao3 just to see how's everything there (less then 5% of Boss/Eugene for the whole ao3 UO fandom, its really impressive. What's disappointing - 3 times less fics than on ficbook) and i just thought about idea for a fic although im not sure if ill right it (its about some parental boss and eugene and monster ending soooooooo yeah well i really like some dad-sons and i also have a few sw:r ideas and one with kanan and ezra and the same motif as in what i thought of forr boss en euge)
Well i already said a lot sooo yeah
I also upload this wrightworths on ao3 so well yeah
A little oneshot i translated just now. I only got to play aa not a long time ago, only this autumn, soooooooo.. yeah... Well.. i dont know what more to say. Enjoy, i guess?
"Why?" Edgeworth did not call him, did not said anything else, just asked this and Wright turned to him diverting attention from a conversation.
"What do you mean by 'Why'?" he asks.
"Out of all the jobs and all the cases why exactly this job and this case you chose, Wright?!"
Wright laughes at this words. This laugh is quite quiet, it's filled with bitterness that hurts his tongue every single second of this laugh.
"Because it's only the beginning. This is the first case where you met me. You cannot get away from this, Edgeworth. You'll keep meeting me and I'll keep meeting you." Wright grins with the same biterness in his smile. "I won't let you disappear from my life again, Edgeworth."
Yeah, it really is quite small and i have some longer stuff with these two but i didnt want to translate something longer right now
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the fire was low, but the glow of it painted the walls with a soft orange flicker. the house was quiet, save for the soft scrape of metal on wood and the occasional pop from the fireplace. joel sat at the table, glasses halfway down his nose, sleeves pushed up, and a small block of wood cradled in his calloused hands. his knife scraped slow, methodical strokes along the curve of what looked like the beginnings of a fox, delicate ears just forming, the snout notched into shape. he looked like he belonged there. not just in the room, but in the moment. hands busy, mouth set, the steady rhythm of his work filling the silence like he needed it more than rest.
you hovered in the doorway for a moment. there was something magnetic about watching him when he didn’t know you were, how quiet he became, how precise. you couldn’t explain it, but something in you twisted a little when you saw him like this. it didn’t help that your brain was already a little fried from the day. you’d been restless all afternoon, bouncing between tasks around town, trying to distract yourself with anything that wasn't the thought of his hands. now you were back. and the ache was worse. he didn’t look up when you stepped in, but you could tell by the subtle shift in his shoulders that he knew you were there.
“you’ve been out there awhile,” he said, voice low and even, not pausing in his carving.
“wasn’t that long,” you murmured, stepping closer. “you eat anything?”
joel snorted softly. “ate somethin’ earlier. left some stew if you’re hungry.”
you walked around him, slow and quiet, letting your fingertips brush the edge of the table. you watched him work a little longer, the careful drag of his knife, the tension in his forearm, the way his brow furrowed when he focused. his glasses slid further down, and he huffed, pushing them back with the side of his wrist.
“i’m not really hungry,” you said, voice lower now.
he hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up.
you stepped between him and the table, gently nudging one of his knees open with yours. that finally earned you a glance. a small, knowing one.
“what’re you doin’?” he asked, not irritated, just suspicious.
you didn’t answer. you just moved closer and lowered yourself into his lap, straddling his thigh like it was muscle memory.
joel made a small sound in his throat. “jesus,” he muttered, setting the carving knife down with care but not taking his hands off you. “you’re gonna make me slice my damn thumb open one of these days, sneakin’ up on me like that.”
“you looked busy,” you said softly, your arms sliding around his shoulders. “didn’t wanna interrupt the great artist at work.”
he shook his head, his hands found your hips, grounding you, holding you still, but not pushing you away.
he muttered something you couldn't make out, setting the knife down with more care than necessary. “that what we’re doin’ now?”
“you’re not gonna make me beg, are you?” you said, your voice low as you slid your hands up the front of his shirt, thumbs brushing the space just under his collarbones. “been wound up all day.”
joel leaned back slightly to look at you over the top of his glasses. his eyes dragged over your face, then lower—assessing. thinking. his hands landed heavy on your hips, grounding.
he exhaled, slow and controlled, like he was weighing his options. like he was pretending you didn’t already have him wrapped around your finger.
“you’re actin’ real needy tonight,” he said, voice dropping a little lower. his hands were still on your hips, thumbs idly brushing the hem of your shirt like he was debating whether to tug you closer or keep you there and burn slow.
“been thinking about you all day,” you admitted, quiet against his skin. “you didn’t even notice how pretty you looked this morning. all frown and flannel and your fuckin hands…”
“mm,” he rumbled, mouth twitching. “that what’s got you worked up?”
you didn’t answer. you just shifted slightly in his lap, pressing down a little harder on his thigh, watching the way his jaw tightened when you did.
joel’s hands flexed, gripping your waist a little firmer now. “you come in here sittin’ on my leg like that,” he said lowly, eyes flicking to your mouth, “and you expect me to finish my carvin’?”
“i expected you to tell me how bad you missed me while i was gone,” you teased.
his brows lifted. “i see you every day.”
you leaned in closer. “doesn’t mean you don’t miss me.”
joel leaned back, gave you that quiet, unreadable look.
his hands slid down to the backs of your thighs, squeezing once before he pulled you closer, flush against him. the fox on the table forgotten, the knife untouched. his mouth brushed your cheek, soft and rough.
but you had him here, grounded. his hands, his warmth, the slow way he let himself have you.
“you done carving?” you whispered.
joel nodded slowly, almost like he didn’t trust himself to speak.
“good,” you whispered, brushing your nose against his. “’cause i need you worse than that fox does.” his glasses were crooked. you reached up and pulled them off, setting them aside. his eyes were darker now, heavier.
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a/n: i wrote this at like 1am after watching the s2 premiere so it's ass but seeing him in those glasses... meow...
opposites attract (eddie munson x fem!reader)
summary: as one of the most desired girls at hawkins high, being associated eddie “the freak” munson would destroy your reputation. however, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.
pairings: eddie munson x reader (reader is over 18)
wc: 1,234
warnings: fluff, slight bullying, bad writing 🥴
a/n: actually quite nervous about this one. this is my first time writing for eddie so pls be kind :’) also, this was written on my phone so pls excuse any typos or grammatical errors lol || requests are OPEN! || divider by @firefly-graphics
you watched with sad eyes as eddie stormed out of the cafeteria doors. moments before, he had begun to go on one of his rants about his disdain for jason and the rest of the basketball meatheads when the golden boy himself took it upon himself to dump his tray of spaghetti directly onto eddie’s head.
you frown, shaking your head and turning your attention back to the blonde. “seriously, jason? was that really necessary?”
jason just laughed it off, not seeing what the big deal was. “come on y/n, you heard how he was talking about us. he deserved it.”
you roll your eyes, rising from your seat next to him and gathering your belongings. “you’re a dick, you know that right?” you mumble to him before walking off. “don’t be like that, y/n. where are you going?” you hear him shout after you. fed up with his asshole behavior, you ignore him, flipping him off before heading out the doors to search for eddie.
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Drabble Prompts
As promised, here is a list of prompts for our Drabble Challenge on June 24. It does not have to be SMUT but some of these prompts are dirty +18!
You do not have to use these prompts if you don't want to!
The quotes can be used by the character or the reader!
I have included both word prompts and Quote prompts. Use as many as you want in your Drabble. Have someone pick for you or use a random generator. Will continue to update the list as I think of more fun ideas!
Quote Prompts
"Welcome to the family"
"Do I know you?"
"So *that's* what you're into!"
"Wow! I didn't know you could bend that way..."
"So, how'd you get stuck in there?"
"Is that all you've got?"
"You can give me one more, can't you?"
"Please never put those words together in that order again."
"Keep that skirt on while I fuck you"- anon
“Don’t you dare stop until I say so!”
“What? Right now?”
“That’s disappointing”.
“My eyes can't help it!”
“Be careful! It might bite!”
“I saw you the other day with another man”.
“Wait! I’m not ready!”
“What a messy little hole”.
“Is that how you ride a horse?”
“Got a little excited there, didn't we?”
“Just because it’s dangerous doesn't mean we don't try it”.
“Do it for science”. Or “All for science”.
“Got a heavy package delivery. Need some help to carry it inside?”
Credit: @whitefoxfiction (1-5 and some words below); @darthwhorecrux (6); @spacedust-alley (7); @saltychonk (8)
WORDS:
decolletage
wedgie
scent
kancho
passage
bless
transaction
sour
prescription
routine
lodge
Bow
condiment
towels
Elastic
Cheese
Cucumber
Fraternity
Picnic
Language
My confession... someone tell Shinji to fuck me in front of the bathroom mirror already😫
nsfw. Smut. Not sure if you read this post but i got you 🩷
“Ye like that don't ya? Watchin’ yer greedy pussy swallow my cock? Hmmm?”, he hummed behind you, barely able to keep his own composure. It was damn hot to have a front row seat to his own fucking session. Shinji knew best how the visuals can mess with your head because he was pretty close to creaming your hole.
You let out some incoherent nonsense, unable to respond between your cascade of orgasms. Watching yourself getting fucked senselessly had you overstimulated to the point of no return.
“What was that, doll? Want a better view?”. And with that ‘misunderstanding’—he grabbed you by the thighs, lifted you off the floor and pulled your legs apart. He continued to hump you from behind, like an animal, balls slapping hard against your cheeks.
“Fuck doll. I needa cum. Too sexy”. He succumb to his own reflection and began shooting his seed.
Lush ribbons of cream filled your holes like an eclair, the excess stuffing spilled out from around the circumference of his girth. He held you close against his chest, warm sweaty bodies sticking together while cum continued to drip from where you two were connected.
“Shit. Babe. I know ya too fucked out but wanna try this again? Upside down this time?”
Shinji didn't last 5 minutes against gravity.
my sinful bleach confession is that selfishly / self indulgently because i am submissive, soft dom Shinji lives in my head rent free
Nsfw. Smut. ;)
Shinji watched you nestled between his legs under the desk and try to take him in your mouth. You had done it several times before but it just wouldn’t feel right without his guidance.
He pulled out his cock from your nervous mouth and placed his hand on your head, teasingly ruffling your hair.
“Let me help ya. Open yer sweet mouth, doll”, he encouraged, slipping two fingers inside your wet cavern. “Now suck baby doll. Suck it like ya suck those candies”. And you did just that. Slurping and sucking sounds came from beneath the table. Soon he added a third to stretch out your lips. “Make a seal with those pretty lips. Good girl!”
And you were ready.
The head of his fat cock sat against your sealed lips that were glistening with your spit. “Kiss ‘em”.
And you planted a tender smooch— on the tip and around the circumference of the mushroom shaped head and all the way down his shaft and back up again.
“Good job, doll. Show much how much ya love my cock baby”, he gave you that wide grin.
This time you swallowed him whole, using your sealed lips to suck him good. Slurping and sucking, moaning and groaning, choking and gagging. You didn’t care. He played with your hair.
“Shinji about to unload. You ready sweetheart?”
You give him a nod, your mouth fully stuffed, his hand behind your head guided you through his release.
“You can spit it out doll”. He gave you a chance. But you swallowed his load and opened your mouth to let him know.
“Come here ya”, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you on top of his lap. He kissed you on the lips, tasting his own seed. “Good girl. Now stand up on the desk and spread those legs fer me. Lemme see how wet you got after swallowing my cum”.
aizen & heavy making out in public but he’s teasing you a little too boldly and you have to run to the nearest private place so you can tear each others clothes off. against the wall or closet is good
How about…
nsfw. Smut.
Both standing in the middle of the meeting room that had an open door concept, their lips speaking a different language.
You are wet from just grinding your body against his and kissing his soft lips.
What truly stirs you is the lingering taste of jasmine on his lips, the subtle scent of candle wax woven into his clothes, and the delicate perfume he wears just to draw you closer.
Your heart is hammering against your chest. His perfect hands start off innocent— caressing your arm and playing with your hair while kissing you guilt free. As the kiss deepens, so does his desires. Now his hands are all over your waist, belly and slowly creeping up your thighs.
“Sosuke. Not here. Not now”, you break the kiss to remind him before he gets carried away. He has a meeting in a few minutes and he would need more than a minute once he got started with you.
“I can do it anywhere and anytime”, he whispered in your ears, reminding you of your place. It sent a chill of a shiver down your spine, his authoritative voice got you weak in the knees.
“Sosuke”, you bit your lower lip— his hard clothed erection now grinding against the fabric of your panties and teasing your clit.
He was already leaking pre in his pants and did not want to create a mess. He rather make the mess inside you and have you hold it in for the entire duration of the meeting.
Dragging you off your feet with lips still locked, he carries you to the darkest corner of the room and pins you against the wall. He pulls your clothes off and you do the same, his cock desperately seeking shelter within your warm walls.
Up against the wall, he took you raw. Doors were open wide, the attendees were soon to trickle in.
bleach confession!!! lately all ive been able to think about is Shunsui Kyoraku and how turned on he would get by edging his lover to the point of tears/begging….
nsfw. Smut.
“Why all the tears, my petal?”, he asked, his voice soft but actions cruel!
For the fourth time he denied you an orgasm. His dick was sliding in and out of your crying cunt at a tortuously slow pace— your insides desperately trying to grasp onto his mean cock, begging to keep going.
He could tell when you were about to release your sweet juices all over his cock and would purposely slow down to the point of abandonment.
He knew he was in deep shit once this was all done.
Yet it was sweet to see his precious flower begging in tears.
“Don’t stop, please Shunsui! Please fuck me! Don’t slow down! Shunsui! Please let me cum!!” You begged when his hips stopped moving once more— your pussy fluttering and your body at the brink of convulsing only for it to all come crashing down.
He reached forward to brush away your tears of frustration and dissatisfaction— his thumb gently gliding across your wet cheeks.
“Don’t worry petal. We got all night ahead of us. So don’t get impatient”, he explained, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. He leaned forward to whisper- “I’ll make my sweet flower cum so much she will beg me to stop”.
And with that promise, he played a new game.
XVIII. Oval
This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean
<- previous
“Glasses?” Harry asked from beside him.
With his eyes closed Draco reached for the floor, searching until his hands touched an oval shaped object. Then he silently handed it to Harry and went back to dreams of golden light and green eyes.
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Bitter-Sweet
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader
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I refused to get up from my bed. Or should I say, I was unable to do so. Because I was going through the worst period cramps this month. I am very pain sensitive. So whenever I had bad cramps, it always made me cry my eyes out.
"Aren't you going to have your breakfast, sweety?" My sister asked while gently patting my head over the blanket under which I had taken my refugee.
My phone rang and I whined in annoyance. My sister brought it to me and said, "C'mon! Your bunny's calling you."
I pulled my hand out of the blanket and took the phone in. My sister left to avoid hearing our cheesy conversation.
"So, no good morning for me today, love?" I could imagine the pout forming on Jungkook's lips.
"No!" I said shortly.
"Have my baby girl been crying?" The tone was a little bit alarmed.
"Yes!" I said again.
It didn't take too long for Jungkook to understand the matter. And nothing much was needed to be said. He was on my doorstep already.
Ding Dong!
"Look, who's here?" My sister called from the living room.
Despite the pain, I walked out of my bed, my blanket still wrapped around me. As soon as Jungkook saw my miserable state, he pulled me into a warm embrace and I sank into his huge muscular body.
"I've brought you dark chocolates, love." Jungkook whispered softly and kissed me on my ear.
Minutes later, we were squeezed in the couch, blanket covering the both of us, my head resting on Jungkook's chest, biting onto my chocolate every now and then, while Jungkook hummed on to an ost of 'The Goblin' being played on the TV.
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My Masterlist
A Swordsman’s Love |Master-list|
GN!Reader, Fluff, angst if you squint, comfy comfort
First one-shot, too long for a Drabble! Basically a run down on Zoro’s love for you, yap sesh, and vulnerable moments with the lovable swordsman.
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Zoro’s love language is quality time, maybe with a little mix of acts of service here and there, but regardless you couldn’t change my mind.
Despite how ‘cold’ and ‘rough’ he may be, he’s just a little more emotionally constipated than others. Zoro tends to be forward and blunt with his love, even if at first it doesn’t come across that way.
He is nowhere near as romantically inclined as the cook, and compared to Sanji, Zoro’s actions speak louder than words.
He doesn’t care for all that gushy, sweet, blabbering—it’s not really his style, nor his strong suit. However, he can still have his moments with you. Being unironically sweet, flirty or even splitting to a grumbling blushing mess the next, it’s just the way he is.
The time he spends with you is a whole ‘nother story. It’s incredibly important to him and the basic building blocks of your relationship. It’s what you both really tend to feed off of, even if a certain stubborn swordsman won’t admit it.
An often occurrence between you, is him dragging you for a nap, tossing you over his shoulder without a care. Hauling you to his bed.
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“Come, I’m tired.”
“So—I was relaxing?”
“What? And you can’t do that with me?” He prompts, carrying you through the hall towards the men’s quarters. His arm was securely wrapped around your thighs as his left hand casually wandered to your end, gently gripping the hem of your shirt.
Zoro always made sure to keep a stable hold, as you often leaned up on his shoulder like now.
“Well yeah I can, but it’s different when I’m in the sun,” you grumble, softly glaring towards him. Trying and ever so failing to ignore his hand placement.
“Different? I’m plenty warm, I don’t see what your issue is.” he replies, effectively shutting you up. Your protests were a lost cause as he already made up his mind, tossing you up in the bunk with an incoherent mumble.
“What was that?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you—caging you in. Your head rested gently against his shoulder letting your legs tangle with his.
“Nothing.” you muffled.
“Thought so.”
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Zoro isn’t the chatty type, so one of his favorite things to do is listen to you. Whether you’re sitting in his lap or resting by his side, you name it—talking about whatever your heart desires; he’s listening to you.
Your voice and presence soothes him in ways he can’t describe, like a coolant. Often, it eases his troubles, distracting him so he doesn’t have to do it himself—focusing all his thoughts to you.
Zoro tends to pick up on the things others don’t. Whatever you don’t like, he’s noted. Whatever you may fear—he’s quick to keep you away from it. Shield you, protect you, and if you’re sick or sad he knows what to do to make you feel better.
It’s like a second nature to him.
You’d think he wouldn’t have a clue what to get you for a gift or present—but he just somehow does.
Zoro knows how to pick up on silent cues, whether it’s emotional or physical he has a feeling. He can’t describe it, or exactly figure out why, he just knew.
Likewise, you’d gotten a nasty fever—bed ridden for days—and he’d stuck by your side (as most of the crew would). But, he figured you hated being alone. He had a hunch you hated silence, missing the company of your boisterous crew he hoped his presence was enough.
And it always was.
Yeah, he might have slapped a cold rag over your face, telling you to get better so he could train—but he meant well. He just had a gruff way of showing it.
He gave discrete affection, like brushing his hands through your hair to help you sleep, or holding you close so you felt like he wouldn’t leave—he wasn’t too awkward about it. It was causal for him, which led to him sticking by you—deftly tucking you into bed.
To put the cherry on top, Sanji had brought you in one of your favorite foods. Yet you hadn’t remembered mentioning it or telling anyone—but you ultimately suspected Zoro was the culprit.
Either that or you had run your mouth and someone else caught on, which…was probably also Zoro.
But regardless—he’d begrudgingly asked the cook to make it for you.
You didn’t ask him about it, but you did quietly thank him as he dozed off by your side. He’d been awkwardly leaned against you, making your legs go numb under the weight of his muscly chest.
He was an idiot, but he was your lovable idiot. So you’d take what you could get.
There was always so little but so very much of Zoro, and you cherished every second of it.
Zoro always looked out for you, sometimes in ways you couldn’t tell.
The way his eyes followed you as you climbed down from the crows-nest, exhausted or just in general—he made sure you made it down safe. Though if there was ever a moment you’d fall—he’d always catch you.
That includes you being clumsy, or stupid—tripping on a chair or stumbling down the stairs—he had an instinct. Which was also apart of his protective charm.
Zoro’s charm is quiet, but it’s safe. You always felt comfortable no matter the RBF he wore. Which left you questioning if he was frustrated with you or something else entirely.
But he was 100% your safespace.
And your guard dog
But no one would outrightly say that. He could be as brash and avoiding as he wanted to be, but he could never run from you, nor hide his feelings.
Well anyways.
His touch tended to be rough and calloused, you were usually manhandled—not that you minded, but expect being pushed against a wall and kissed senseless.
It was a deep love. The type of love where if someone asked you why you loved eachother, you wouldn’t be able to tell them. You were just drawn, like some gravitational pull, clicking like soulmates. Somehow drawn.
In the warm dawn of a long day, locked in his hold, limbs entangled with snoring bruisingly loud in your ear, he was still yours. Trusting you enough to be vulnerable like this, holding you sleepily in his arms, he loved you.
He never often said it, but when he did, he’d always meant it.
Zoro wasn’t one to beat around the bush, and miscommunication had never really been an issue between you two.
However, without being told you’re loved and that you’re important, overthinking can tend to flourish. Especially with someone like Zoro, which left you doubting your abilities, wondering if the time and effort he gave you was really worth it at all. Overall feeling like a chore…
It’d been a rough patch in your relationship, but it eventually passed. Even if it took a little breakdown and pure avoidance—he’d quickly caught on.
Once he’d figured it out, he wouldn’t be angry or frustrated, he’d just be confused.
Like I said, Zoro’s a little emotionally constipated, so you’d just have to be simple and straightforward with him. Even if it’s hard to communicate that.
He just couldn’t magically understand what the problem was, and you’d probably have to tell him. Ending in a method of heated discussion—or a pure ramble and breakdown of words.
He would be there for you regardless.
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For a moment, Zoro would be stunned. A blank sheet, but the words would register and his gaze would slightly soften.
He would take it slow, coming closer, offering you a hug to let you decide what you wanted. As he never wanted to control anything, your relationship was a ship off balance, floating teetering—drifting free, it was simple.
He’d pull you close, letting his hands comfortingly wash over and sink beneath your turmoil, wiping away the very tears he didn’t mean to cause.
He didn’t really know what to think, he didn’t blame you, but he did silently blame himself.
Zoro jokingly said you needed to toughen up, but it had never been meant harshly. His crude humor had been used in the wrong setting and brain would fry as you cried more, feeling stupid.
His brain would fry, but he’d be quick to comfort you. This was probably one of the only times he’d apologize—and they’d chaotically fly and ramble out.
His stubborn heart just couldn’t stand your tears, as it was definitely one of his weaknesses.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t—____ please, please don’t cry,” he’d mutter and shush, gently grabbing your face as he tried to wipe away your tears.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he murmured, pulling you in for another hug until you simply stopped. Guardingly, he’d pull you into his lap, attempting to ease your anxieties.
Zoro would internally curse the world and himself for being so dense, but no matter your anxieties it never affected how he saw you.
His motto, was that if you didn’t feel loved, then he’d simply have to remind you over and over again until you did.
Zoro would bring your tears eyes to look into his and he repeated the words he didn’t often say, determinedly.
“I love you, I. Love. You, you got that?”
He never idled you weak, but he wished you’d realize how important you were to him, and how much he loves you.
The literal Straw Hat to his Luffy, or the SUPER to his Franky, it simply wouldnt be the same without you. And he’d stand stubbornly by it no matter what negative thoughts you had to offer.
You were his to love, his to hold, and his cherish.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
•~•~•
Overall, a Swordsman’s Love like Zoro’s is indefinite. It honestly depends how you view him and his character, though out of all the odds he was just a kid forced to grow up too fast.
He serves as a first-mate on the crew, meaning his literal job is to protect and take care—meanwhile holding second charge. But in the real light, he’ll downplay it. He puts on a front, acting strong, letting no one see him so weak—but he can’t hide it from you.
The crew sees it sometimes, but it’s mostly with you in quieter moments.
Ever since Kuina died, he’d lost a lot. He’d lost his best friend, and he’d lost a challenge to further achieve his dream.
So he had to live for her, and achieve it himself.
That dream never wavered, but as soon as the crew came into play—they always came first. Including you.
His worry for you was strong, whether you could fight or not you’re always in sharp terms on his radar, and he can’t help it.
You’re not fragile to him, but in the moments where you’re injured, it’s like he has tunnel vision. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. He can’t stand seeing you in pain, or suffering, because it was his job to protect you in the first place.
You’re his.
Maybe, just maybe, he would be on the overprotective side. But, it comes from a place of heart. He’d constantly remind you to rest, to take it easy—and even haul you to bed if he had to.
When you’re hurt he doesn’t let you out of his sight, he watches you like a hawk—but he just needs to know you okay and you’re safe.
Because he never had that confirmation with Kuina, it’d been sudden, out of the ordinary—and he wasn’t taking that chance with you.
He’d tend to your wounds without ask and he’d always be gentle, even if you didn’t want him to do it.
You’d insist you’d be fine, but he’d never let up.
Zoro was a strong minded person, and when he had his mind was set on something, it was very hard to break.
•~•~•
“____, Can you just let me—?”
“No,” you said shakily, crossing your arms over your stomach. A bleeding wound with old bandages was hidden beneath, creating a slow decline in your energy. “I said it’s fine, you don’t need to, Chopper will be back in a bit.”
“Yeah, like I’m gonna wait and let you bleed out. Just C’mere and sit your ass down,” he scoffed, walking over to you.
“I’m not gonna bleed out—“
“If I don’t re-bandage it and put some pressure on it, yeah the hell you are,” Zoro snapped, carefully grabbing your upper sides as he pushed you to sit against the lounge.
It wasn’t long till he had a wad of bandages with antiseptics at either side of you, kneeled in-front.
Despite Zoro being a dummy, you often forgot how tender and smart he could be in situations so dire. He had a way of knowing, but never explaining.
He most likely learned the medical techniques by watching the injuries Chopper had treated on him.
You couldn’t find a word of protest, as you didn’t know how to talk to him when he was so brunt and focused. You weren’t used to being cared for, but Zoro exceeded at that—leaving bittersweet feelings to rest.
You had to look away as he rested between your legs, distracting yourself from the pain as he pushed you gently back.
As careful as he could be, he peeled off your shirt wrapping off the old and tending in with the new.
It was an uncomfortable burn, followed by sharp stabs and throbs leaving you breathless. You were painfully tense and quiet, but he picked up on that.
You quietly cursed, letting out a shaky groan as the antiseptic finally hit your skin. You closed your eyes, focusing on anything else, eventually finding the intricate grooves ceiling where made shaped out figures—creating them like your dignity depended on it.
A slight whimper followed and Zoro’s hand tightened on your thigh.
You sucked in a long breath, closing your eyes as you focused your attention to his touch—rather than the pain that was causing it, “You done yet?”
Zoro dabbed the cotton swab over the freshly cleaned wound, “Mhm, just relax.”
“You’re almost done. A bit longer ____.”
“I know.” you winced.
He hated hearing you like that, much less seeing it.
He quickly wiped over the wound before leaning up to grab the bandage, moving his hand to your lower back—leaning you up.
“I just need to wrap this up. Hold on to me, yeah?”
You nodded, letting him bring your arms to his shoulders. The pain suddenly intensified and you’d whimpered into his shoulder.
“I know, I know.” he whispered, bringing his hand to the back of your head.
Before you knew it, he successfully pulled you into his lap, finishing off the bandages with a gentle tie.
His hand gingerly combed through your hair as he kissed your temple, bringing his hand to your lower back, holding it there with soft motions.
“Rest pretty, I gotcha.” He mumbled, kissing the top of your head. Zoro lifted your legs over his lap, holding you there.
He leaned back against the lounge, resting securely with you in his arms, “I gotcha.”
•~•~•
i hv always imagined (since the oh-so-overwhelming epiphany) what it would be like to just say the words...just say it out loud to my parents. i really felt it when sirius said, "i didn't know being gay was an option."
I felt that. i have been in denial of my sexuality for a very long time, so being able to say this rn, it feels good.
Broken Things
(when an anon asks for a bi-harry coming out moment...you write a bi-harry coming out moment to his two gay dads. I'm not sure if this is angsty enough but...'tis here.)
cw: for sexual identity exploration; coming out questions...teen angst about identity?
Because up until his fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry hadn't even thought about being gay. Because he took one look at Cho Chang and his head exploded, his tongue getting tied up in what would be the perfect thing to say and falling short every time. He found himself staring at long jet black hair, wondering if it would feel as silky as it looked and wondering if he would ever get to know her well enough to find out. But...
But then there was Cedric Diggory. The boy with the soft brown curls and wide smile who once smiled at Harry and his head exploded a second time. Cedric and Cho could've gathered around the grounds with tiny brooms and a dustpan, picking up the remnants of Harry's skull as he muddled through blushes and heart palpitations every time Cedric so much as breathed in his direction.
--
Okay.
Sirius was gay. Harry knew Sirius was gay. Because Harry had been born, and Sirius was there, with Remus, who was his boyfriend, which could've been enough information. But then Harry grew up with Sirius and Remus. Remus was also gay. And Harry knew this too.
Sirius and Remus. Together. They were together. They were married, though Harry was barely four when they got married and only remembered from pictures what the day could've been like. In the backyard of Grimmauld Place. Remus said that Sirius really outdid himself and Sirius said he'd do it again in a cardboard box.
Sirius had a husband, and Sirius was gay. Remus was his husband and Remus was gay. Harry knew this. But he didn't...
he didn't know much else about the...being part.
Because up until his fourth year at Hogwarts, Harry hadn't even thought about being gay. Because he took one look at Cho Chang and his head exploded, his tongue getting tied up in what would be the perfect thing to say and falling short every time. He found himself staring at long jet black hair, wondering if it would feel as silky as it looked and wondering if he would ever get to know her well enough to find out. But...
But then there was Cedric Diggory. The boy with the soft brown curls and wide smile who once smiled at Harry and his head exploded a second time. Cedric and Cho could've gathered around the grounds with tiny brooms and a dustpan, picking up the remnants of Harry's skull as he muddled through blushes and heart palpitations every time Cedric so much as breathed in his direction. And it wasn't like Harry was counting the breaths, because that would be insane, (but it had been twice) and Harry left both conversations wiping his hands on his school trousers, hoping his face didn't give away just how truly enamored he was.
And that was the trouble.
The trouble was...he didn't think he was gay.
The trouble was...he might be gay.
The trouble was he didn't know how to think or feel about either thing and instead spent nights lying awake in bed, especially as winter holidays approached knowing his attentive godfather would surely pick up on something. Remus already had noticed the crease in Harry's eyebrows when they met for Sunday tea at school, asking Everything okay? enough times for Harry to start avoiding tea altogether. Home from school for the holidays, Harry waited until Remus had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room in front of the fireplace--as he usually did when the school bells stopped ringing and Remus got to indulge in just as much sleep as he wanted-- and he was alone with Sirius in the library. A record player turning softly in the background, a tea tray on the table, though it had hot cocoa instead.
Harry swallowed, feeling uncomfortable on the couch, even though that was usually his favorite place to sit; maybe it was his skin he wanted to crawl out of this time. "...Hey Sirius?"
"Hey, Harry?"
"So..the rule about me asking you any question is still okay...right?
Any question except the ones about your crushes on boys. And crushes on girls.
Keep that to yourself.
It's teenager stuff and it'll...pass. You don't even know what you're feeling.
"Always," Sirius said and sat up from his lounging position in an armchair so he could look at Harry, giving him his full attention. Grey eyes met his own across the table and Harry squirmed for the briefest of moments.
It's Sirius. He loves you. Always. You know this.
Don't you?
"When...when did you know you were gay?"
Harry expected a question in return, fingers gripping the knees of his jeans in preparation.
Why are you asking me that? What made you think of that? Who asked you to ask me that? You should mind your own--
Stop it.
"Which version would you like?"
"What?"
"There's the real version, and there's the version I tell people I've come out to throughout the years that's...more...dignified."
"...Can I...have both?"
Sirius grinned, "For you, anything," he said simply and Harry already felt better, though his fingers still found absent threads on his clothing, on the couch, picking to avoid looking fully at Sirius. "For a very long time, I didn't know being gay was an option. It hadn't occurred to me. My family was traditional and sex wasn't something we spoke about. Marriage and...procreation was all about maintaining blood purity, carrying the Black line and not...about pleasure or...anything." Sirius started, and Harry found himself sitting up a little straighter, his hands slowing their picking as he listened to his godfather, his answer already unexpected, "I didn't know any different until I was shown it could be different and that was at Hogwarts through...hands-on experience."
"I don't need to know those bits, thanks."
He laughed, "Abridged version. I didn't...really realize until I was about fifteen or so that I liked men. I just assumed I had to like women and thought that...I was just too broken and damaged and defective to enjoy being with them. But... you know, from what I'd been raised in, pleasure didn't matter."
"Why would you think that? That...you were broken?" Harry asked, eyebrows knitting together. Sirius was his favorite person in the world--he looked at his godfather and saw easy confidence and brilliance that he hoped to reach someday--how could he ever look at himself and think he was anything less than whole?
"I..." Sirius paused for the first time, a sort of pain passing through his features briefly, "Thought a lot of unkind things about myself when I was a teenager. But, when I got to Hogwarts, as I got older, there were some students who were queer, that...I kind of saw myself in. Remus showed me David Bowie and Queen and I actually found out my Uncle-- Alphard, remember? I've talked about him?" and Harry nodded, "He was gay. I didn't find out until after receiving his share of the Black estate though. Point is...I was overjoyed the first time I kissed a boy and liked it, and I realized I wasn't the broken thing. That...I didn't have to like women."
You are not the broken thing. You are not defective.
"It brought its own set of challenges of course but...I was much happier with myself after coming to that conclusion."
"..You said there's another version?"
"Oh. Yeah," Sirius grinned widely, his grey eyes twinkling, "There was a seventh-year. Ravenclaw Quidditch player by the name of Porter Turpin. And at the beginning of fifth year, I took one look at his arse in his uniform trousers and that really...confirmed my suspicions."
"Did you snog him?" Harry asked through laughter and the acid that was still lingering in the pit of his stomach.
"Oh, you want to know now?"
"Well yeah, now it's important."
"We did snog, quite proud of myself for that one." Sirius said, leaning forward onto his knees to catch Harry's gaze from across the room, "Anything else?"
What if I can't decide? What happens then? Did someone forget to flip a switch one way or the other? I'm somewhere in the middle of off and on and the lights keep flickering.
Broken. Shorting out.
"No."
--
Getting Remus alone was harder, Harry not realizing how much Remus and Sirius actually spent together until trying to get them apart. Harry could remember when he was younger pulling faces at the kisses they shared in the middle of the kitchen, or the way he would sometimes find them wrapped up in each other on the sofa. Or when they would share a single glass of wine at the Weasleys for dinner, taking turns taking sips like a well-choreographed routine, never understanding why they couldn't just have their own. But as he got older, he saw the morning embraces and the way Remus's head would fall on Sirius's shoulder in the evening and Harry couldn't look away.
What was it like to find your other half? What was it like to know who your other half was going to be?
Harry was able to get Remus alone, up in their bedroom, as he put away laundry into the dresser. Harry had been given his own basket to put away (which was presently being ignored, but a sexual identity crisis took precedent over folding t-shirts), and had taken a small detour, sitting on the foot of their big bed as Remus opened drawers by magic.
"D'you...want me to pair the socks?"
"You're offering?"
"I'm sitting here is all..."
"Be my guest, Harry." He said, folding a pair of jeans not so carefully. Harry grabbed a sock from the pile, going through the combination of patterns and sizes to find its missing side.
"...Remus?"
"Hm?"
Remus loves you too. You know this.
...Don't you?
"When...did you...when did you know you were gay?"
"Oh, well..." Remus paused to think in the center of the room, "I don't think there was one defining moment...I think I always knew I was gay."
Harry had to stifle a sigh, wondering what it must be like to grow up knowing everything there was to know about yourself. Remus always knew he wanted to be a professor too.
"Yeah but...did you ever think that maybe you weren't?"
"Love," Remus smiled softly, "I shared a dormitory with Sirius. I stood absolutely no chance at ever thinking I was anything but."
"But....what if that was just Sirius. Can't you like a person? Not...their...like it...doesn't have to be..." Harry fumbled awkwardly, sock tumbling out of his hand and onto the floor. He bent forward off the bed to retrieve it, blood rushing to his head and deciding that was much better than trying to articulate how am I supposed to know I'm gay or if I just really like Cedric as a friend who I barely talk to and only see in hallways, who happens to have dimples and curls and smells nice?
Remus let magic take the rest of the pants and put them into the drawer, not caring if a leg got caught and that it didn't close perfectly, coming to sit next to Harry on the bed, "When I was younger, I didn't have the words to explain being best friends with a boy in my neighborhood. I just had really big feelings. And then..eventually, I got words, and unfortunately, most of them were swear words--" Harry snorted, "But some describing once too. And the same big feelings I had when I was younger were still there when I was 12 and then 15 and then...now? And it wasn't just around Sirius. It was...around muggle boys I met during summer holidays, and every time I got a copy of Rolling Stone magazine."
Harry thought of the extra time he spent looking at Quidditch Mag. The intense heat at the back of his neck when he flipped to a page with Viktor Krum. Harry knew the big feeling well.
"So...what did you do? About...?"
"I'm afraid I'm rather boring, Harry. There was no Great Goblin Crusade moment in my coming out story... when a girl would ask me to Hogsmeade, I'd just tell her I wasn't interested and that was it. My friends knew, my parents knew...that's all that mattered to me."
"Hm."
Harry felt Remus's long fingers run over his hair, "Anything else?"
But what if I am interested? How am I supposed to respond? Can I have both? Will you love me all the same?
"No."
--
It had been days since speaking with both Remus and Sirius, nights spent tossing and turning, days spent in a fog as a flurry of faces and features clouded his mind.
Oliver Wood's broad shoulders, he noticed those.
Cho's silken hair; her white smile, he noticed too.
Cedric's light eyes, caught in hallways.
Parvati was pretty, gold jewelry on her fingers. He couldn't help but glance at Angelina's long legs during Quidditch practice.
He liked both. He wanted both.
Heart hammering in his chest in cadence with his feet down the wooden floorboards of the hallway, rushing until he reached Remus and Sirius' room, and knocked before entering. Not caring if he was fourteen, almost fifteen, and too old to be doing this; not caring if they were awake or sleeping or if he made too much noise, Harry climbed into bed, taking the empty spot next to Sirius, the spot that was vacant because his godfather always slept close to Remus.
Sirius rolled over, eyes half-open, Remus stirring beneath him, "Harry?"
"Hi," he said meekly, drawing his legs up underneath his chin, and wrapping his arms around himself as Remus and Sirius both sat up.
"What's going on? Is everything okay?" Remus asked, his voice scratchy, flicking his wrist to turn on the bedside lamp.
"I don't know."
"Hey, hey," Sirius said, warm hand connecting with his face, sensing the change in emotion faster than Harry could even start to comprehend it. He was too old to be in their bed, he was too old to be crying.
What if I'm the broken thing?
"My love," Sirius said, "What's all this now?"
"I don't know." Harry managed, looking at Sirius's face, "I...I...think I might be gay."
"Okay."
"And...and...also not gay? I...don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't...I thought if I just asked you both when you knew, that I would know. But...all it did was make me more confused because obviously, I know you...you're gay, and...other people aren't and...I'm not? but I am? and...I-I-I-I don't know."
"There's nothing wrong with you," Sirius told him gently, pulling him into his chest, and Harry clung to the fabric of Sirius's shirt like a life vest "Absolutely nothing."
He felt Remus's hand on his back, rubbing in slow circles the way he always did. Harry could remember being much younger, Remus bringing him into his arms after every skinned knee, rhythmic patterns on his back slowing tears in seconds.
"It's...called bisexual," Remus explained, his voice soothing, calm, and steady, "If...you...like both. You can like both. More than one. You can fancy girls... and you can fancy boys."
"But--"
"You can like both. Or neither or everything," Remus continued, "And you're also fourteen and...can keep figuring this out."
"I..." Harry released a breath into Sirius's chest, Remus's words washing over him, washing away worry and the ache in his bones that wouldn't subside. Sirius's words echoed in his mind: i didn't know being gay was an option. Harry didn't know either. "I...It's okay?"
"Mhmm," Sirius said, "It's okay. It's great, even. We love you, no matter what."
"There is nothing in this world you could do that would make us stop loving you, Harry James," Remus added, giving enough space between the two of them for Harry to crawl into. He had told himself the last time he slept in their bed at thirteen was going to be the last time. And the time before that at 11 before his first day at Hogwarts. But this time was going to be his last...even if it was the safest place he could imagine being. Settled between his two pillars of strength, quieting all fears with a simple i love you.
you can keep figuring it out.
you can like both. or neither. or everything.
bisexual.
a new word settling on the roof of his mouth, eager to make itself at home.
"...Even...even if I'm straight?" He asked, his arms circled around one of Sirius's, head sharing Remus's pillow.
Sirius laughed, kissing Harry on the top of his head, as Remus flicked his wrist, the room going dark once more. "Even then. Especially then."
-
Blackpink’s 10th anniversary
Idol!Rosé x Fem 5th member Reader
Synopsis: Just the girls setting up for their live and chatting with each other and fans while celebrating their tenth anniversary.
Type of post: Drabble/Imagine
Not proofread!!!
As soon as the camera was set up for their anniversary live, the girls excitedly wait until enough fans joined before speaking. Once enough fans joined, Jennie introduced themselves as well as the premise for the live and stated that each member would share a memory from the last 10 years as Blackpink.
The girls each went around stating how proud they were of the group and the members and how much they loved the fans, each commenting on a memory or interaction between fans, Y/n even pointed out a video she saw previously of how a fan was holding their iPhone out for Jennie to take and record with however Jennie had to sadly decline as they are sponsored by Samsung, which she found hilarious and has been one of her favourite memories from tour.
As the live continued, the girls kept laughing at memories, Rosé and Jennie had even cried at a few, while Lisa was reading out a few comments from fans about their favourite memories.
Half way through the live, Jisoo came out with a cake that had 10th anniversary written on the top, Lisa quickly stood up to go and turn off the lights so that they could sing and blow out the candles, while this was happening Y/n continued to read out some comments until Lisa sat back down with the rest of them.
After they blew the candles out, the lights came back on and you could see all five smiling faces, one or two with joyful tears running down their cheeks and a lot of love for each other and the group, the girls said they wished to remain as a group for a long time to come and hoped that they’d continue to be supported by the fans.
Two more hours passed before they decided to end the live, once again thanking fans for supporting them throughout the ten years and hoping to continue to receive support as artists. Once the live ended, Jisoo got up to clean up the leftover cake for later, while Lisa got to cleaning up the balloons. Jennie, Rosé and Y/n remained seated, searching up any clips from the live that had ended while conversing amongst themselves of how many fans turned up to the live and how much support they’ve received over the years.
Once everything had been cleaned up, the girls decided to watch and share a few more clips and comments from fans, before deciding to retire for the night and go to their respective rooms to get ready for bed.
A/n: this was just a short little idea that popped into my head upon seeing posts of Blackpink’s tenth anniversary, sorry it’s not more Rosé and reader centric 🙇♀️
---------------🩷 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓮 🩷----------------
------------------🩷 𝓘𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷 🩷---------------------
Headcanons - “How you met Nayeon” x fem!reader
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Headcanons - "How you met Jeongyeon" x fem!reader
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Nothing here yet~
--------------🩷 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓪 🩷----------------
Nothing here yet~
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Headcanons - "how you met Jihyo" x fem!reader
-------------------🩷 𝓜𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓲 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓪 🩷-----------------
Nothing here yet~
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Nothing here yet~
-----------------🩷 𝓢𝓸𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 🩷----------------
Nothing here yet~
--------------------🩷 𝓩𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝔃𝓾𝔂𝓾 🩷-----------------
Nothing here yet~
/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡
A/N: some pictures will change over time, just don't pay any mind to that
「 ✦ Day 26: Masturbation ✦ 」
Warnings: Masturbation, tenacle kink, a bit of edging, first time writing smut, semi-proofread, Has been beta read
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Luna was watching her favourite hentai, getting so turned on by the octopus tenacles going in and out of the girl's wet pussy, watching and listening to her moan and whine every time the tenacle exits her, Luna's favourite part. She so badly wants to fuck herself but knows she'll be punished later by her girlfriends once they find out that she pleased herself while they were away.
Not being able to take it anymore, Luna sheds the shorts she was wearing and spreads her knees just far enough apart for her hand to enter her pussy. She moans at how wet she is already, and it's not even 20 minutes in the video.
Luna pushes one, two, three fingers deep in side her pussy moaning at the stretch and stimulation, she continues watching the video, fucking herself along to the same rhythm as the tenacles thrusting in and out the poor girl, who seems to be enjoying herself far more than she should.
*squelch*
*squelch*
*squelch*
Are the sounds Luna's cunt makes every time she thrusts her fingers in and out, edging herself more and more to an orgasm, but still holding back, wanting to climax at the same time as the girl in the video.
The girl's moans get louder and louder, white cream dripping down her thighs every time the tenacles thrust deeper and deeper into the girl's cunt, Luna thrust just as deep wanting more and more, pleasure, she uses her thumb to flick at and play with her clit after every hard thrust.
Two final thrusts the girl's jaw slacks, a silent scream coming out as she climaxes, Luna going off the edge shortly afterwards with a thrust more than the girl's, clear white liquid leaks down the girl's inner thighs, stars shooting behind her eyelids, the tenacles thrusts turn into gentle thrusts, helping the girl ride out her orgasm, Luna using her fingers to help her ride out her orgasm too, slumps over the laptop, chest heaving, breathes coming in pants, as she slowly recovers from her first of many orgasms, she slowly pulls her fingers out, groaning lightly at the sudden emptiness, and licks her slick off each digit.
She pauses the video to give herself a break, as she knows that this video will go on for another 30 minutes, she takes deep breathes, pulling herself up, stiffening as she hears a throat being cleared, Luna whips her head over her shoulder to find her two girlfriends leaning against the door frame, Amanda with her arms crossed over her chest and Kimmy with a devious smirk stretched on her face, "what do we have her love?" Kimmy asks Amanda with faux innocence, "a naughty bitch, that's what love" Amanda answers stalking towards Luna.
Luna knows she's in for a long night but fucking herself was so worth it.
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I hope you enjoyed this, as stated in the warnings, this is my first time writing smut in full, feedback would be much appreciated.
Word count: 476
Hello!
Hi, everyone! I'm Lady of Lindon, and I'm a Tolkien enthusiast. I also happen to enjoy writing, and I'll be uploading my stories here.
I also welcome anyone to request drabbles, headcanons or oneshots from me, so long as they're from Tolkien. I'll update this post on what I can write about within Tolkien, so request away!
What I will write:
Tolkien elves + Ainur (Valar and Maiar, I won't write for Morgoth though)
OC/reader inserts (for the OC inserts, please provide me information about the OC and whatever would be relevant to the story request)
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who proposed to you under the eiffel tower. it was a weekend full of romance and love, so many activities and promises filling your schedule that it didn't seem strange at all when he took you to the eiffel tower in the middle of the night; but when he knelt down and held your hand, you swore that the whole world had disappeared and that only you and Taehyung existed — he made everything disappear, except your love. “i want these days to repeat themselves until the end of our days. will you marry me?”
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who writes in your wedding shoes and you in his. it was a small idea he had the night before the wedding: like a good luck charm, Taehyung suggested exchanging signatures on your shoes, as if showing everyone that you, even before getting married, had already shared a long journey of life together. “it’s like a symbol of good luck. to show that we will always walk side by side and be there for each other no matter what.”
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who takes photos of both of you in shop windows. it was a custom that Taehyung created when you were still dating: it was a simple, banal, even sweet way of marking not only your date but also your clothes; huge photographs of you as a blurred couple became special to both of you, as if announcing to everyone that not only were you together, but you were also constantly going out — the flame of your relationship never went out, not even when you got married. “i can count how many times we went out to share our love and how many times i loved you in public. there is nothing more beautiful than that.”
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG that takes you to see romantic plays and recitals. weekend nights became more exciting when Taehyung showed up with two tickets to the new play that was showing at the city theater; they were hours of pure love, faked between rehearsed lines and precise movements, but, nevertheless, beautiful and credible — so credible that Taehyung could only compare your relationship to theirs. “i have tickets for a new ballet recital. it's about two lovers who are destined to be together, just like us. let's go?”
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who offers you a locket with your wedding date inside. the golden thread glittered in the sun, enchanting the world with the love that Taehyung felt for you; inside it, a small white fabric was stained with a very strong blue paint: a part of the shirt that Taehyung wore to the wedding and the pen that you two used to sign the reality of a dream. “so that the happiest day of our lives can provide a little strength and happiness on heavier days.”
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who always shows you a rainbow because he believes that it is the gods celebrating your love. Taehyung believed that the happy colors of the rainbow were a reflection of your history: seven stages that led you to the present, seven encounters that fueled you during your dating times, seven promises that were the basis of your relationship — it seemed like number seven was your number and all the colors were the joys you brought to each other. “it’s us once again. look how the red and purple shine. it just makes me love you even more.”
HUSBAND!TAEHYUNG who swears that your love transcends physical death. even in your wedding vows Taehyung stated that there was no end to your love: physical death was just the end of a new stage for you; you and Taehyung would constantly meet again, not giving any value to the physical body when your souls spoke louder and he knew that nothing could separate you — not even death. “like a circle, our love is continuous without any gaps. in this and all realities.”
The Immortal Beloved
From @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble List
“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.”
"Pardon?"
A pair of ivory-coloured eyes flutter shut before opening once more.
"I'm positive you heard me."
"I infact did, but I'm not comprehending."
Her fingers find the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to her level only slightly. "Comprehend this."
Our lips make the most exquisite connection...Coming together in the most beautiful of ways. Breaths are exchanged between two lips. Minds unite to form one. This is what Sappho used to write about in her poems. When the two come into contact, fireworks erupt. For the first time, for the second and the third.
My Immortal Beloved.
White Wax
From @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble List
“This didn’t work out as I had intended.” They hum as they examine the smeared wax seal. The stark white against the beige envelope. Noir removes the wax seal and flick it elsewhere not wanting to look back on it. When they return their gaze to the envelope, the remnants of the white wax are still visible. They groan as they remove the letter from the envelope and toss it to the side. "This...I will handle later." They look to the other side of the room. "Now to deal with you." Noir mutters, gazing upon the bloodied corpse of their husband.
parkitrighthere asked:
Iki, my love!! Aaaaaahhhhh!!! I love you so much, like SO MUCH!! Okay, okay, focus—soooo, you’re finally taking requests, huh? Well, guess what? Here’s mine!! Prompt 15 (because it's horoscope and soulmate, and for me, it is EVERYTHING) and, of course, Jimin (because, duh, it’s Jimin, who else??). Take your time with it, no rush! I’m just so excited and happy and aaahhhh!! Love ya!!
Title: Bubblegum Pairing: JiminxReader Prompt: 15. “My horoscope told me I would meet the love of my life next year.” “Then let’s meet up again after midnight.”
Word Count: 1,035 Genre: flufffff Warnings: none except for tooth rotting fluff
Note: This is a repost from my previous blog. It was written for a drabble ask game.
"Hold the door!" You paused at the yell, turning to look back at the source. You were greeted by the sight of a mountain of boxes and a pink head of hair poking from the top. The person carrying it barely keeping from stumbling.
Hurriedly you placed your foot against the glass door at the entrance to your building just as the person reached you on wobbly legs.
The pink haired man, thinking he had made it safely, started to walk a little straighter and failed to notice the box at the top sliding. It fell, but your reflexes were fast and you reached out just in time to catch it.
"Oh thank god-"
"Are you alright Jimin?"
Jimin, not having his vision blocked by the box anymore, look up at your voice, staring with his eyes wide.
"Y/n! Oh, hey! Didn't realise it was you," He squeaked, then released a breathy chuckle.
You gave him a smile in response, "what is all this? Was there a sale or something?" Releasing the door the both of you started walking together towards the lift, you carrying the box in your hand for him.
"Oh, I wish there was," He chuckled again, "These are for the new year party I'm having at my place."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. My friends, we have this tradition. We do the whole eating grapes and making toasts, ending with the countdown, so we may be little loud. Apologies in advance," He finished as you both reached the elevator, you went ahead and pressed the call button since Jimin was clearly occupied.
"Oh I don't mind but I can't say the same about that man who lives next door to you. The one with four cats?" You gave him a grin with your brows wiggling up and down.
He gave you a smug one in return, "you're late on the news, he moved out a month ago."
The elevator doors opened and you both moved to enter, "no way! How did I not know?" You huffed.
"Maybe because you were too busy stressing about your finals?" He gave a shrug and adjusted the boxes, holding them more securely.
In that time you leaned and pressed your floor number and the one below it for Jimin. You straightened and narrowed your eyes at him.
He rolled his eyes, "you walk at midnight when you're stressed. A lot. With heavy steps." He finished.
You snorted, "well guess you can get even with me by being loud then."
He grinned, "that's the plan," You could only stare as his crooked tooth made an appearance. Mouth stretched wide and his eyes squished close as pink strands fell in front of his face poking him in the eye. You almost reached out and fixed them for him. Almost.
He shook his head, blowing the locks back. You cleared your throat, "this tradition, you must've had it somewhere else last year." You blurted out in an attempt to stay at the topic.
"Yeah we shuffle every year, choosing the place most convenient, which happened to be mine this time. Last year we went to Joon's, but how did you know?" He tilted his head slightly.
"Oh, um, I just. Well I had made cupcakes so I thought I would share them with you, but nobody answered your door so I assumed you were out," You cheeks burned and you could feel embarrassment washing over your being.
"You came at midnight?" He asked with eyes wide.
"No no, in the evening," You reassured him, internally praying that he had been out at the time you stated.
"Oh makes sense. Damn I missed some cupcakes then, we're they delicious?"
You winked at him, "you bet," And giggled.
Jimin watched as your face brightened. He noticed over time how your cheeks always turn pink whenever you laugh. It is very you. You eyed the numbers going up, almost at his floor now and he glimpsed your side profile.
Coughing slightly he grabbed your attention, "so, any plans for new years?"
"Eating a large pizza and watching year end shows counts right?"
He laughed, "of course it does. Sounds like a luxury to me."
You grinned.
"Anything you're excited about the next year?" He asked one last question as the elevator came to a stop at his floor but he was looking at you, waiting for an answer. Always so polite.
"Well there was one thing I saw this morning," You began, “My horoscope told me I would meet the love of my life next year." You let out a giggle.
He just stared at you, the doors opened, it was time for him to get off, “Then let’s meet up again after midnight.” he said breathless.
You were confused for a moment, before it clicked. Your mouth fell open a little. You couldn't form any words, too shocked.
He stood there, eyes locked with yours and opened his mouth but the metal doors started closing and in a panic he did the first thing he could think of—step out in a hurry.
He turned back, breathing heavy as if he ran a marathon and stared as the door shut in your face, your eyes just as wide, not leaving his. He let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes leaning against the wall before entering his apartment.
Inside the elevator you were a confused mess, had he really meant what you thought he did? The elevator stopped at your floor and just as the doors opened your phone dinged. Still in a daze you walked out and opened the text without seeing the sender and saw it was from Jimin—an invitation for the new year party at his home, complete with doodles that you knew were drawn by him.
As you were checking the message you realised that the box you were carrying for him was still in your other hand, you had forgotten to give it back.
Shoving the phone you turned and pressed the call button again, the door opening immediately, and got in. Head thumping back against the metal you let a silly smile slip on your face.
Guess you wouldn't have to wait for the next year to meet him.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠💚
Amazing art for one of my microfics, thank you so much @merthurotica 🥺!
Merlin/Arthur | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 100
Rescue | Angst and Hurt/Comfort | Merlin's Magic Revealed
For @merlinmicrofic with the dialogue prompt "I promised"
Arthur saves Merlin from the pyre
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Arthur cared not for the blistering flesh of his arms, only Merlin blackened and coughing in his lap.
Voices, hooves came.
He covered his mouth.
They died away, leaving just the wind in the leaves.
Arthur’s whispered agonised apologies as Merlin wheezed for air.
“Go back, Arthur,” he pressed out. “You’re supposed to-”
“I don’t care what fate or your dragon has to say! I promised.”
Tears tracked through soot. “…Please.”
Arthur smeared them away. “Merlin… I can't manage without you. We’ll run.”
Merlin laughed brokenly. “And if I can’t run?”
A kiss, all ash and salt. “Need you ask?”
Merlin/Arthur | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply | Word Count: 100
Merlin's Magic Revealed | Merlin's Scars Revealed | Angst and Hurt/Comfort
For @merlinmicrofic with the prompt "nightfall"
As night falls Arthur learns about Merlin's sacrifices and fears for his safety
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After all was aired, once the word “lied” had been thoroughly exorcised from Arthur’s tongue, he could only listen.
Night fell and the veil was lifted from his eyes.
How could he match such devotion? He could not, he could only whisper his promises of protection, his thanks into Merlin’s skin.
Merlin wore his scars all too casually.
“They were easy,” Merlin whispered, his lips on his bare shoulder. “A small price, Arthur, and I’d pay it again.”
“No,” Arthur replied. “Never again.”
“Fate punishes that kind of talk.”
In Arthur’s dreams, fate was Uther warming himself on Merlin’s pyre.