#“There's no such thing as perfect. You're beautiful as you are Courage. Even with your imperfections you can do anything.”

[frogshipping]

🍎 🍇 🧅

Hi, Rebecca my beautiful mutual. Thank you for the ask as always <3

I'm answering for just one f/o today I think (feelin lazy lol)

🍎 - How easily does your f/o get sick? How stubborn are they about getting themself treated, or having their wounds taken care of?

Goku rarely gets sick, but when he does he can be quite stubborn! It's not that he doesn't want to be treated; it's that he doesn't like medicine, or having to lay in bed all day for multiple days. He will try to exercise or train while sick, and it can sometimes end up in an argument. Because he shouldn't be doing that! He needs rest! He's gonna make himself feel worse! But Goku doesn't care, 'cause he doesn't like being idle for more than a day. Goku also isn't the biggest fan of doctors, especially when sick. He's terrified that he might be given a shot instead of oral medicine, especially when he resists taking them. He's fine with getting wounds/injuries treated though, whether by a medical professional or Viti, as long as no one points a syringe his way (same tbh)

🍇 - Is your f/o more generous or more selfish?

I feel like Goku leans more towards selfish, though not terribly so. He doesn't always consider others feelings, however that's more out of ignorance than anything else. He wants what he wants, and it's not easy to change his mind when he's locked onto something. Even if it gets in the way of others or anyone's plans beyond his own. But he does care about others, and is around when it matters the most. He gives people the benefit of the doubt, even when they don't deserve it.

🧅 - What are people’s initial reactions to your f/o, and what have you learned about them now that you’re close to each other?

A lot of people think that Goku is dumb, or way too naïve, but that certainly isn't the case. He can be an airhead, sure, even ignorant at times, but he's definitely not stupid. He's very knowledgeable about his interests, strategic, observant when he wants to be, and aware of himself and his surroundings.

Viti discovers that he's also more emotionally aware than others believe. He doesn't always show it, because he doesn't think it's any of his business when people are upset or bothered. He'll offer an open ear or a shoulder to lean on, but won't press. He comes off as more nonchalant as a result. But he can tell when something's not right, or when somebody is excited but hiding it, or when the mood switches because of poorly spoken words. He knows, he just doesn't show that he does. Though with Viti, he will. With her, he makes the effort to.

[amfstargirl]

Yandere batfam x neglected reader

The cut that always bleed✧.* - what was i made for?

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammatical errors that this story may have.

Y/n L/n was a far cry from Y/n Wayne. Despite both last names, each carrying the weight of a turbulent history, "L/n" felt surprisingly lighter. Both names reminded you of the haunting shadows cast by your mother and father, yet they bore different emotional tolls. As you stood before the mirror, a somber reflection gazing back, you pondered on the 13 years—a whole decade and three more—that seemed squandered on people who couldn't hold your gaze for more than fleeting moments.

Of course, the toll it took on your emotional health was immense, but there was nothing you could do about it. You knew that no matter what you did, you could never capture their attention, not even for a moment. By the age of six, you took up martial arts, hoping your family would be proud of you for sharing their passion. But all you received was a pat on the shoulder from Dick when you won a gold medal.

At ten, you delved into video games, hoping to bond with Tim. You spent four days learning all the rules and knowledge about the game, and two whole weeks mastering it. But when you finally mustered the courage to ask Tim to play with you, he stared at you with bored eyes, barely registering your presence. After twelve minutes of rambling about the game, he sighed, pinched his eyes, and said, "I can't. I'm busy, okay?" before leaving your small room. The video game stayed in a box, forgotten and dirty, for thirteen years, a testament to the same treatment you received over and over.

You took every opportunity, every chance to learn something they were talented in, hoping to catch a glimpse of love in their eyes. But all you got were bored, empty stares. Every hobby you had was dedicated to them, except for one: ballet. The art of dancing, with its sharp and strict moves, dancing on your tiptoes, chin up, and a graceful smile on your face. Nothing could take this away from you, not even Cassandra, who was the apple of her family's eyes as she danced on stage. You loved dancing; it filled your heart with joy and bliss. You believed this was the one thing they could never take from you. That's what you thought.

Ballet demanded strict poise and discipline, watching every bite you took and every drink you swallowed. Your mother was a beautiful woman, enchanting enough to enthrall your father. Her eyes could charm thousands of men and bend their morals to her desire. She was like a siren, captivating men with her ethereal beauty. Your father was no different, dazzling people with his money, perfect white teeth, and undeniable allure. He made heads turn and people giggle at his mere presence. So why did you feel as if you were nothing like them? Created by a goddess and a god, yet you turned out to be so unsightly that your mother sneered and threw you out of her arms, forcing you into the embrace of an unknown man.

You panted lightly, staring at your features in the mirror. Why? Why? Why? Why are you like this? Why can't you feel beautiful? Why can't you be beautiful? Why can't you be a sight for sore eyes like the men and women around you? Their features blended so well with their faces, but you? You felt like a pig with makeup on. You saw beauty in everyone but never in yourself.

Your performance is in about a few more days and you haven't eaten anything healthy for the past 3 days, you're starved, you're pressured, and your family hasn't even answered your text in which you, inviting them to please come watch your performance. Dragging your body to walk home, Alfred unfortunately can't drive you home as he is too busy with work (helping your family with their nightly activities) you hiss as the cold wind blew against your fresh scars-the result of you scratching your face with your nails due to resentment for yourself because of the question in the back of your mind: “why can't you just be good enough?”

The harsh glare of your ballet dance teacher only added more pressure, intensifying the burden on your weak shoulders. You carried the lingering thought that your family didn't care about you and the nagging feeling that you would never be good enough for them. The performance was just a few days away, and you hadn't eaten anything healthy for the past three days. You were starved, pressured, and desperately longing for your family's support. Yet, your texts inviting them to watch your performance went unanswered.

Dragging your exhausted body home, you felt a deep sense of despair. Alfred, who usually drove you home, was too busy with work, assisting your family with their nightly activities. As you walked, the cold wind bit into your fresh scars, the result of scratching your face with your nails out of self-loathing. The question haunted you: "Why can't you just be good enough?"

Your footsteps echoed in the empty streets, each step a reminder of your solitude. The streetlights cast long shadows, mirroring the darkness that seemed to envelop your soul. You could hear the distant laughter of families and friends enjoying their evenings, a stark contrast to the silence that filled your life.

But even though you're killing me

Arriving home, you unlocked the door with trembling hands. The house was quiet, as it always was when you were alone. The once warm and inviting living room now felt cold and unwelcoming. You dropped your bag and collapsed onto the couch, burying your face in your hands. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a release of the pent-up frustration and sadness. Gasping for breath as you dragged your shivering legs to your cold, small bed room as you dropped your exhausted form to your squeaking bed, staining your pillows with your tears.

I need you like the air I breathe

In your heart, you still held onto a sliver of hope that your family would show up to your performance. You envisioned them in the audience, watching with pride as you executed every move with precision and grace. But reality was harsh, and you knew deep down that their absence would cut deeper than any physical wound. But you needed them. They were the salt to your wounds yet you still crave for their attention. It's not too late right?

Please.

You spent the next few days in a haze, practicing relentlessly for the upcoming performance. Every pirouette, every leap, and every graceful move was tainted by the thought of your family's indifference. You pushed your body to the limit, hoping that the pain would numb the emotional agony. Again, again, again– again y/n! You need to perfect this! This could be the chance for you to prove to them that you're worthy of their attention! That you belong in this family just as much as they do! You can't give up. Stop trembling. Stop acting so weak. If you don't stop acting like a child then maybe they'll eventually throw you out of the house too.

Please

The day of the performance arrived, and you stood backstage, nervously adjusting your costume. Your heart pounded in your chest as you peeked through the curtains, scanning the audience for familiar faces. But as the minutes ticked by, it became clear that your family was not coming. Your lips trembling, your brain can't fathom the idea of them not coming to this performance—of course you'd expect y/n to be unsurprised by this behavior but it's not fair! You worked so hard for this only for them to answer you with nothing but silence.

I need you more than me

You destroyed yourself for this; for them! You worked every bone in your body and stretched every limb of yours, starved yourself for days, just for them to dismiss your one request to just be there. You just wanted that family where they were all so supportive of you, they all loved and adored you. The worst part is they are just not to you. And you had to learn that the hard way.

I need you more than anything

Summoning every ounce of strength, you stepped onto the stage. The spotlight shone brightly, and for a moment, you felt a surge of confidence. The music began, and you moved with the grace and elegance you had practiced so hard to perfect. Each step was a testament to your dedication, a silent plea for recognition and love. Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as a feeling of pain and happiness surged through your chest.

As you danced, the audience watched in awe. To them, you were a vision of beauty and talent. But inside, you felt empty. Every jump, every turn, and every sway of your limb was dedicated to them. With trembling lips you swallow the lump in your throat and ignore the pain in your chest as you play your part of the performance. The applause at the end of your performance was hollow, a reminder that the ones you longed to impress were not there to see it. Backstage, you received praise from your fellow dancers and instructors, but it did little to lift your spirits. You longed for a simple word of encouragement, a sign that your family cared. Instead, you were met with silence. You smiled faintly at them thanking them and exchanging a few compliments here and there. At this moment you couldn't feel anything. You were numb from all the pain you have suffered from this family.

Please, please

That night, as you lay in bed, the weight of the day's events pressed heavily on your chest. You stared at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts of inadequacy. The question echoed once more: "Why can't you just be good enough?"

"Those days are over," you say to yourself as you pack your bags and place your belongings into boxes. You've grown, and after 13 years in the manor begging for scraps of their attention, you've realized that what you want will never become reality. It took you a whole decade and three more years to come to this realization. You shake your head softly and smile sadly. What were you thinking? Of course, they wouldn't care about you. Your normalcy and mediocrity never appealed to them, and you’ve decided those days are finally over. It was time to move out and discover what you were truly meant for.

"What was I made for?"

you ask yourself. This question feels so much better than constantly wondering, "Will they finally look at me?" You take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air of your new home. You breathe in and out, closing your eyes for a moment. This was it. You had made it. Slowly, you open your eyes and look at the people surrounding you, those who truly cared for you and saw you through your scars of insecurity, your perfect little hobbies, and your flawed personality. To them, you weren't Y/n Wayne, child of a billionaire, nor Y/n L/n, child of a prostitute. You were just Y/n, who tried so hard, failed, but ultimately succeeded.

The manor has been noticeably quiet for the past few days. The silence weighting discomfort as if something was wrong–as if something was missing. It was surprisingly first noticed by none other than Richard Grayson himself. The first Robin of Batman, the irreplaceable side kick, the first son of Bruce Wayne, and the darling of the crowd whom everyone loves and adore. As he walked through the large halls of the home he grew up in, he felt something was out of place. Like something wasn't in place or rather something was missing. It took him some time to figure it out as the clock ticks

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Aha! He's got it! It was because there wasn't any classic orchestral music playing through the thick walls of the manor. The soft music of pyotr tchaikovsky wasn't heard anywhere around the corners of the walls. That's strange. The sweet melody of violins and cellos wasn't found in any room at all. He didn't know why but it bugged him. He sighs as he disregards it, nevermind he said, must be Alfred playing his favorite old songs. He walks around the manor to look for his siblings and father and somehow stumbled upon this.. Unknown and empty small room. “wow this is.. Something” he muttered under his breath. He inspected the room and saw multiple trophies decorating the room. It was impressive how someone can achieve this many gold medals and such. His gaze traveled across the room and saw a box full of webs and dust, and got interested as he opened it to see an old video game and thought that it must have been Tim's before he decided to throw it away out of boredom. With no more much to do he slid through the doors and whistled his way out of the room, unaware of how many memories a person created in that very same room withering away.

Tim and Damian recognized the absence of humming and the pattern of footsteps that used to echo around the house from an unknown room. The silence made them uncomfortable. They had grown so accustomed to the faint noise that it had somehow brought them comfort. The melodic lullaby of humming painted a serene picture of paradise, lulling them easily to sleep—a struggle they had faced all their lives as vigilantes, or in Damian's case, as an assassin. Their heartbeats aligned with the rhythm of the faint noise.

For Tim, it was a sweet form of salvation from the demons that haunted his nights and kept him from a good night's sleep. For Damian, it was the comfort he never knew, a stark contrast to the heavy stare of his grandfather and the weight of expectations placed on his shoulders by his mother's watchful gaze.

Jason couldn't care less about what happens around that manor. He hated that place. It made him rethink all the moments he wished he could take back. Jason Todd is a hateful man but a good soldier. He destroys in order to protect. He kills in order to let another live. A morally gray person. In his eyes he was what Bruce wayne–Batman couldn't be. But even a man who goes out at night to protect needs a break. So when he came to the manor and went straight to the library and saw that the usual piled up classic books weren't to be seen at their usual spot he found it.. Unsettling per say. The books written by Jane Austen that were filled with marked pages, sticky notes, and annotations not found in the main table of the room were strange to him. He didn't even know who did it but it made him feel like he was home. The silly doodles and random words written on the sticky notes, careful not to dirty the book, made him chuckle every time he saw it; so where was it now?

Cassandra was into ballet. She grew up silenced, observing others, forever cautious. as to why she expresses herself through dancing: ballet. A moment where she can breathe and let go. Where she can freely pour her heart into dancing. Every point, every movement, she releases her unsaid emotions. She was raised that way. Except then she was thought to swallow her words and release her pent up emotions into bad things instead of gracefully dancing. She was completely in love with dancing. Whenever she went to collect her ballet shoes there's always an extra bandage, extra shoes played on the floor. She never knew why and she never questioned it. Just ignored it. But now she somehow froze at her spot to see nothing but her shoes and not next to the light pink ones that had a small bow to compliment its design. Ever so stunning; the person who wears it must have been the same kind of persona-wait.. Person? There's another one.. Oh.

Bruce Wayne was a busy man. By day, he handled his company, Wayne Enterprises. His days were filled with paperwork, meetings, and managing marketing strategies. But by night, he never slept. No, he donned the mantle of Batman, the prince of Gotham City, the guardian of Lady Gotham. He didn't have time for anything he deemed unworthy of his attention. He noticed every tiny mistake, be it at work or on the streets of Gotham. At work, he spotted grammatical errors and unstraightened lines of decorative mugs. As Batman, he detected the slightest hint of lies in a criminal's eyes. So, yes, he noticed that something—or rather, someone—from the manor was missing.

As dick whistled his way out of the room unable to find his family members, he decided to go to the batcave and have a little fun while being alone. He did all things he could think of. Look for more cases to solve, dig some stuff out criminal records, blah blah blah.. Then he decided to check the manor's CCTV.

As dick was checking the cctv's of the manor out of boredom, he managed to catch a glimpse of footage-about 2 weeks ago of a person..? Packing their bags and putting things from the manor into a box and leaving. It must be a thief! But that's impossible.. The manor has many securities that even a skilled assassin could not pass through the gates, it's impossible. Unless..

Dick took another glance at the footage and zoomed the screen and squinted his eyes. And for a second, his breath hitched and his heart pumped fast, his hand trembled and his eyes dilated..

It can't be.

You.. Y-..y/n? What were you doing? Where are you going? He bit his lips harshly as he watched the footage like a hawk. His hands came to fidget with his hair. Was that really you? You look so grown.. Several thoughts ran through his mind as he pondered on what you were doing. After a matter of time he somehow remembers. Oh yeah! Your contact number. His hands trembling, in a hurry he pressed your name in his phone and.. Shoot. His eyes widened at the several missed calls and texts from you. Not even a single response from him. Come to think of it, when was the last time he talked to you? Like, really talked to you? He quickly text you “heyy baby birdddd I miss you! Let's hang out right now!” while biting his thumb as he bounced his thighs up and down from anticipation. And then suddenly.. He remembers! The room! It was yours! Before he even knew it, he was quick on his feet and ran like a mad man towards your room. He panted slightly at the face of your door and harshly opened your room unaware of his strength. He went through every corner of your room. He explored every side of your room to find something-anything that can give him even a spoil of information about you. And that was when he found a tiny pink notebook. He chuckled softly, out of breath, hair messed up like a mad man but dick didn't care, no because he finally found your one and only diary! Filled with bows and pink glitters.. Hah..you were so cute. He went through your diary, invading your privacy and saw all of the things you've said. The way you praised him, the way you adored your family, your little adventures, your previous ballet performances (you did ballet? Wow, you're just so talented.. Oh his little bird.) he suddenly heard a high pitched ping! And scrambled to his phone as he expected a response from you but instead all he was met with was “y/n has blocked you”.

What..? Why? Didn't you want to spend time with your precious big brother? His blood shot eyes twitched and sweat ran down from his face. The suddenly a deep voice said:

“dick? What's going on here?”

Note: as promised! Here is the chapter yall asked forrr tell me what you guys think!

[dollvls3]

aglaja asteroid (47)

the asteroid Aglaja (43) is named after one the Three Graces from greek mythology. Splendor, Glory, and Beauty. Her mythology revolves around the idea of radiant charm, elegance and an aura of harmony, often tied to the beauty of spirit and physical grace. 🪷

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[clare-875]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do this cute idea, where The One Piece boys (Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid) x female reader, but the reader is a short queen (shoutout to the short queens out there), like she has a petite and slender figure, a small chest size, and is 5'4 or below? How would the boys react? (It can either be them comforting her being self-conscious about her size or maybe some fluffy or comedic shenanigans, cutesy stuff, etc.)

Short & Sweet (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid, Sabo)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader; Ace x Reader; Law x Reader; Kid x Reader; Sabo x Reader Summary: Their reaction to having a small girlfriend Warnings: Fluff, some angst & comfort, Female Reader A/N: This was such a cute idea, I hope you like the fic! 🥰 [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 2: Shanks, Crocodile, Mihawk, Katakuri, Smoker, Killer] _____

- Luffy -

Luffy pays little mind to your shorter stature or petite figure, in fact, if you bring up to him that at times you felt insecure, he would be utterly confused. At the end of the day, to him, you were the woman he wanted by his side when he became the King of the Pirates; his Queen if you will. So it didn't matter your looks as much your devotion and compassion and love mattered to him. In fact, if you ask him specifically, he would realise how much he adores your smaller form.

You were so easy to cling to as he flung around islands for adventure, and the way you looked up to him every day brought forth a warm feeling inside of him. He always had the natural instinct to protect the crew and that extended especially to you, but he would never cease to be in utter awe at the sight of your strength in battle, deceiving your opponent with your image. He would almost look at you with pride and not waste a second to compliment you.

"Shi shi shi. [y/n], you're so cool!"

- Sanji -

Sanji thinks that you are just perfect. The way your smaller form clings to him when he embraces you, the way you look up to him with utter love in your eyes, the way you meld into him just right. In the kitchen, he may even purposefully put things on higher shelves just so he had the luxury of being chivalrous towards you. Although this got annoying at times and you had to tell him off, it was all good intentions. He wanted to dote on you and spoil you and adore you.

If you were ever insecure about your height or figure, he was quickly there to reassure you. It is almost to the point where you don't even have the time to be insecure because Sanji is screaming compliments to you every other moment of the day. His favourite moments would be spent in the kitchen with you sitting on the counter as he cooks. He would pass you different foods to try and you would never cease to stop his heart from pounding just at the sight of you.

"My love, you are too beautiful for my heart to bear!"

- Zoro -

Zoro again is someone who pays little mind to the stature of his partner. However, he couldn't deny that he simply adores the way you look up to him with your glistening eyes or the way your smaller form clings to him in the depths of the night. It is all he needs to breathe. You are so dependable and courageous even with your smaller stature that he is always proud to call you his partner. Zoro will never say it, but the first time he saw you in battle, your smaller form deadly as opponents fell like flies to your feet, he was in utter shock. He doesn't think he had loved someone more.

If you ever bring up your insecurities with him, he will look to you like you have lost your mind but in secret, he just doesn't know how you could ever feel that way, you were so perfect. Though he does not know comfort, he would surprise you with murmurs under his breath about how you are beautiful and flawless. In saying this, if Zoro knows that you do not mind, he is not above teasing you. He secretly adored the way you pout and cross your arms when you face away in mock annoyance at him, but it does nothing but reaffirm the fact that you were too pretty, even if your anger was pointed at him.

"You're fucking cute when you're mad babe."

- Ace -

Ace adores your smaller figure and he finds you the most adorable thing he has laid eyes on. At times you have to pry his warm hands away from you because he just adores the feeling of having you in his hold every moment of the day. The way he has to lean down to capture your lips. The way he holds your smaller hand within his in the dark night, tracing patterns on your soft skin. You were just perfect to the man, and he never ceased to tell you and show you just that.

If you bring up your insecurities, Ace will be shocked, and quite frankly disappointed in himself for not having noticed or reassured you earlier. He is quick to utter comforts and envelop you in the depths of his warm arms. His heat almost engulfs you because of your smaller form, but you secretly adore the sensation of just feeling him in times when your mind is not kind to you. He would caress your hair and litter kisses from your forehead to your lips.

"You're perfect love, just the way you are."

- Law -

When you first asked to join Law's crew, he couldn't lie, he was sceptical at first due to your smaller stature. Maybe concerned was a better word as he knew the toils that came with being a pirate at sea. However, when you had surprised him with your valour and strength, there was no question that you just had to join his adventure upon the sea. Now, he could not imagine being on his adventure without you. Your smaller hands that carve through his hair, the way you hold him before you sleep, the way you blush as you look up to him after he kisses you.

If you ever bring up insecurities about yourself and your image he will be quick to reassure you of how perfect you are to him. "But did you see Robin and Nami, they looked so-" He would interrupt before your pretty mind worries too much. "They're not you love." And he means his words. How could you ever doubt yourself when your figure is what fits just right to him as he embraces you. Your smaller hands caress his face so gently, he felt as though he did not deserve it. You never failed to get his heart rate to pick up. Even the crew looked in wonderment at how you could melt Law's walls so easily.

"You're too good to me love."

- Kid -

Kid would never be the type to admit it but he secretly adores you and your smaller form. It gives him such a strong feeling of wanting to protect you and wanting to dote on you that he struggles to maintain his stoic composure around you. When he first met you, you were confused as to why he seemed so angry to you - angrier than usual compared to how he treated other crewmembers. However, it is only later that you learn from Killer it is because Kid was so enamoured by you that he didn't know how to control that feeling.

Kid will always deny, but he adores the way you would cling to him in the depths of the night, or how you would hold your smaller hand in his. He adores your figure even more, so perfect to hold and to touch. If you bring up your concerns about your figure or stature to him, he will seethe and growl in complete denial. "What the fuck are you talking about?" But his strong facade will crumble if he sees you are actually insecure about your slim figure and your height. If the two of you are in a quiet space he will be quick to place you in his arms as though to hide you from the thoughts plaguing your mind.

"You're perfect, I'll fucking kill anyone who says otherwise."

- Sabo -

Sabo is also one to not mind the height or figure of a partner so much, but he adores your smaller form more than you could know. He is good at hiding the way his heart rate picks up like nothing else when you look up at him with your beautiful eyes. He has to stop himself from leaning down and pecking your lips right then and there. You were beautiful, strong, perfect, and his. What else could he ask for in his partner?

He adores comparing your hands to his and holding you to him, your head resting perfectly on his thrumming heart. His want to protect you in battle is strong, but his want to see you fight in battles brings forth an awe that is stronger. Sabo could never let you compare your figure to others or let your insecurities become too much to bear. To him, you were just perfect and he would always make sure to reassure you whenever you confided in him. He would caress you gently, murmuring comforts into the depths of your hair.

"You, my love, are beautiful. No one can compare to you"

[penkura]

OP Men Holding Their Firstborn for the First Time

Note: This is in relation to my post of headcanons for these five men and their children. I just started thinking of which ones of them will cry, who will freak out over holding a tiny baby, who may reject the thought at first. And it came to this lol. I think the next one in this series will be names for the kids or babies taking their first steps! The baby fever is strong help. For now, please enjoy these men being soft about their offspring!

Ace almost has a heart attack when you try to pass your daughter to him, he swears he felt his heart jump into his throat when you ask if he wants to hold her, saying no that he's fine for now, but you insist he should. He doesn't do so for several hours, instead watching you with her as he works up the courage to have her in his arms.

What if my powers activate and I burn her? What if she cries and kicks? Oh lord, what I drop her??

"Ace, please. You need to hold her."

The look on your face, like you're begging him to hold her, finally makes Ace agree, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed to take your hours old daughter from you. You remind him to be careful of her head, make sure to support her, and smile when you finally get to see the two loves of your life together at last.

She doesn't fuss or cry or kick, instead staying fast asleep and seeming like she's snuggling into the warmth Ace radiates thanks to his Devil Fruit powers. He's just amazed by her, her tiny little nose and the beautiful, dark eyelashes that brush her chubby little cheeks. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen after you of course.

Ace fights not to cry but can't help the few tears that sneak out, wiping them away on his sleeve quickly, the one time he wears a shirt and it's the day you give birth to the newest love of his life.

Gosh, he always knew you were amazing. Now you've given him a family of his own, how could he ever repay you?

"Thank you for her...she's so perfect."

Ace can't seem to tear his eyes away from your daughter's little face, and that's okay with you. She's his baby too, he needs to have some time with her.

"What do you think we should name her, Ace?"

Oh. Oh crap, she does need a name huh?

~~

Law doesn't even have a chance to think about it, he's holding your son immediately after birth since he was the one to help you deliver obviously. Once your baby boy is wrapped in a towel Law hands him right to you before checking to make sure you're doing all right. Your vitals are all normal and stable, he's relived that you're both fine, while he watches you talk to your crying newborn.

You tell him that it doesn't count that he held your son right away since he's your and the boy's doctor, eventually getting Law to sit down and actually hold him as his father instead. Your son kept fussing and crying until Law finally got to hold him, the newborn quieting after a few moments but keeping his eyes shut tight and his little hands in fists as he kept whining.

Once he finally opens his eyes to stare up at Law, it's probably the cutest thing you've ever seen in your life apart from Bepo.

Especially once you catch sight of a few tears in Law’s eyes, making you smile softly as you lean back to just watch them. He's quick to rub at his eyes and make them stop, but the few sniffles you hear every bit tell you he's trying to stop himself from looking like a bigger baby than your literal baby he's holding.

He's never actually held a baby so tiny, not since Lammy was born. And to know this is his son, it's crazy to think about while he watches your baby boy start to fall asleep.

He really does wish his parents, sister, and Cora-san were there. They'd all love to meet your son, and you know he's thinking that, but you hope realizes that all the Heart Pirates are going to love your little boy just as much as his family would have.

And that eases the sting a bit, especially when they all do get to meet your son, and not a single one of them is without tears, beyond happy for you and their beloved captain.

~~

Penguin almost begs to hold your daughter once she's born and you're both stable. Law tries to push him away while he takes your daughter's vitals and measurements, asking how on earth you dealt with Penguin being so clingy the last nine months, which just makes you laugh.

"Go sit with your wife, damn it, I'll bring her over in a minute."

"But, captain--"

"Penguin, just come over here for now."

Penguin sits beside your bed and pouts until Law finally brings your daughter over, about to hand her to you before you direct him to your husband. Both ask if you're absolutely sure you want Penguin to hold her first, until you confirm it, and Law hands your daughter to her father, showing him the right away to hold her, before he leaves the three of you alone for a few minutes.

Penguin is absolutely enthralled with her. She's still fussy from being born, stretching out her little arms and legs, making cute little sounds, and he just can't believe she's finally here. He feels like you two waited an eternity for her to be born, now she has been! She's so small, she fits perfectly in his arms and it makes him want to cry so much.

"She's so tiny."

"And she looks just like you, Peng."

~~

Due to you having twins, you hold your son while Sanji holds your daughter, blubbering like the baby girl was because he's just so happy to have these babies with you. It makes you want to laugh hearing him cry, watching him kiss your daughter's forehead to try and calm her down while he dotes on her and you give your son attention.

"You're an angel, a perfect little gift from heaven!"

When you finally swap which baby you're each holding, Sanji still cries, happy to have a son too! He never really thought you'd have twins, or that they'd be fraternal on top of it! Both are so precious to him, you're precious to him, this little family you've now built together.

Your daughter has his hair, but your son looks just like you to Sanji. He kisses your son's forehead before looking at you and your newborn daughter, still unable to believe this is going to be his life from now on. You, and him, and your two tiny blessings.

"I love you so, so much."

He can't wait to call Zeff and let him know the good news.

~~

Zoro has no worries or qualms or tears when holding your son for the first time. Actually, it doesn't hit him for a few hours that he has a child now.

Your son is so quiet most of his first day outside the womb, sleeping and eating, only fussing when he needs something, but you're able to calm him down quickly. The way you're able to do that when this is your first baby impresses Zoro more than anything today.

It's only once you're asleep and he's holding your son again that it really gets to him. There's another person depending on him now, this one being his own flesh and blood, his newborn son that already looks just like him. His hands are so tiny, he's not even able to fully get his little fingers around one of Zoro's fingers.

Chopper made sure you both were left alone for the day, Zoro taking a bed next to yours and laying back with your son on his chest that night. That's when he realized just how small your baby is. His hand covered the newborn's back completely, his tiny hand fisting Zoro's shirt as he slept, small coos and whines coming from him every now and then. Zoro looks at you for a moment, before back to your son with a smile.

Your son may not have been planned, but Zoro's more than accepting of how his life is turning out.

~~

Note 2: I am absolutely willing to elaborate on these men and their children. If anyone wants to see something specific, just send me a message! I'll be posting more of my own thoughts too!

[lovemomhatepolice]

have you always been this beautiful? - oscar piastri

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pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

warnings: friends to lovers (??), alcohol, partying, swearing, p in v, blow job, pet names, protection used!, drunk sex, English is my second language!

type: smut with plot

word count: 4k

summary: You've never seen Oscar so drunk. And you've never seen Oscar with so many conflicting emotions. What would the evening bring you?

more content: formula 1 masterlist, oscar piastri masterlist, as a boyfriend - lando norris, as a boyfriend - charles leclerc, latest oscar's one-shot

Mclaren's win in the Championship was uncertain until the last moment. Lando led for a long time, battling with the two Ferraris behind him. Both teams fought for dominance - for both teams this was to be the evening that decided everything. And on that fateful day, Oscar Piastri ended up in 10th position - admittedly scoring points for Mclaren, but the bitterness was evident. Fortunately, only for a moment - the end of the race, Lando wins, Mclaren wins the Championship.

Such a frenzy has not been seen for a long time.

After all the celebrations, commemorative photos and interviews, it was time for a private party. You and Oscar's family returned to the hotel earlier than he did. You bathed, washed your hair and chose the perfect dress for the evening. It was short, black and left little to the imagination. But who would care about that? This evening was supposed to be full of celebration, alcohol and fun, right?

—————

“You've been looking at her for fucking ten minutes,” groaned an already slightly drunk Lando, poking Oscar on the shoulder. “Don't you know how to approach?”

“Rude?” muttered Oscar, glancing at his teammate. “I'm not staring.”

“Of course,” nodded Norris, taking Oscar under his arm and leading him crookedly to the bar. “You drink and go!”

“No, no-” Oscar tried to get out of the hands of the man, but it was not given to him.

Lando pressed his glass into Oscar's hand, grinning like an idiot. “Trust me, man. Liquid courage. You're going to need it,” he said.

Oscar sighed, combing his hand through his hair. He didn't need courage. He needed to take the plunge. But when he looked around the room and saw you laughing with his sisters, your head tilted back, your eyes gleaming in the golden glow of the chandeliers - his heart froze.

He took a sip. Then another. Before he knew it, he and Lando were drinking a line of colorful shots whose names he couldn't remember. The men at the bar laughed, drinking along with the drivers - Zak Brown, the mechanics, their fathers joined in. A nice artificial crowd had formed, but they were trusted people, so they could afford a moment of normality.

“There you go!” Lando cheered, tapping his glass against Oscar's, before stumbling away and going God knows where.

Oscar stayed at the bar, clutching his drink a little too tightly. He pretended for so long that there was nothing between the two of you. Because if there was nothing, nothing could go wrong. There was no risk of ruining what you had. There was no risk of losing you.

But today something was different. He had time, he had time to think things over and allow himself (in his intoxicated state) to have feelings that he kept at bay when he was sober.

You caught his gaze. You stopped them. You smiled.

Before he could stop himself, his feet began to move. The crowd blurred around him, music rumbled, laughter echoed. He stopped in front of you, suddenly realizing how close you were, how the scent of your perfume wrapped around him like a bloody spell.

“You washed up nicely,” you teased, looking at his starched suit.

Oscar laughed, shaking his head. You were drunk, too, you both were, and like Lando said, alcohol was your liquid salvation.

“And you…” He swallowed, letting his gaze lower for a moment, then raised it back up. “You look amazing.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused . “Incredible enough to stare at for ten minutes.”

He groaned. “Lando told you.”

“He said. I even dare say he shouted” You tilted your head, now in a softer voice, you were a little too bold. “But… I don't mind.”

Oscar felt his pulse thump against his ribs. The air between you changed, charged with something unspeakable. Something he had ignored for too long.

He should say something. He should finally come clean. After all, you were looking at him with those damn beautiful glowing eyes.

“Will you dance with me?” you asked, stepping closer and breaking the silence that had fallen between you.

He swallowed, but didn't protest. When you grabbed his hand, he knew there was nothing more he could do, let alone refuse. You led him to the dance floor, and he was too stunned to say anything. His head was swirling with thoughts, and his heart was beating too fast. Oscar had never been so drunk.

When you stopped, you turned to him and put your hands on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his hand settled on your hip and took a step closer. Your faces were almost in contact. You felt each other's breath on your lips. Oscar felt a shiver run along his spine. You looked at him with an intensity that made his stomach flutter. His lips parted and he wanted to kiss you so badly that it was unbearable. Oscar had never been so drunk. Neither was you.

His hand tightened slightly on your waist, and his fingers tightened on the soft material of your dress. Your embrace on his shoulders reflected his tension, the silent understanding between you.

The music around you faded into the background, the throbbing bass barely registering in the hum of blood in Oscar's ears. He was no longer thinking - he was feeling. The warmth of your skin through the thin barrier of cloth, the way your breath brushed his lips, the way his heart pounded against his ribs as if trying to escape.

“You should kiss me” - you muttered, barely audible over the music, but it reached him.

His throat trembled as he swallowed, and his grip tightened even more. “I should,” he admitted, his voice hoarse, rougher than usual.

One bar passed.

Then another.

Until he finally gave in.

Oscar leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in the softest, most tentative kiss. It was only a whisper of contact, but it caused a jolt in both of you. Your fingers tightened on the material of his shirt, clinging to him.

At first he was hesitant - uncertain, as if held back by the weight of years of unspoken words and stolen glances. But then you breathed softly against his lips, melting into him, and all hesitation vanished.

His lips clamped tighter on yours, moving in a way that seemed like a confession. His free hand moved up to embrace your face, and his fingers wove into your hair, drawing you closer, as if he feared you would disappear.

The world blurred, everything but you and him became irrelevant. You were now just the two of you, wrapped in the golden glow of the room, captured in a moment that had waited too long.

When he finally pulled away, just enough to look at you, your eyes met his with an unspoken question.

"Come with me?" he asked, his voice low and thick with a promise. You could only nod. He didn't have to ask twice.

You may have been making a mistake when you left the party that evening, merely waving to Lando, who was drunkenly dancing with Zak Brown in the middle of the dance floor.

Maybe you were also making a mistake when you got into a private cab, giving the driver the address of your hotel, which he knew well by heart.

Maybe you were making a mistake when you sat there all warmed up, covered by his black jacket, his hand clamped on your thigh.

Maybe you were making a ton of mistakes - that day you could blame it on alcohol. But what about the others?

~~~

The elevator ride was quiet, thick with anticipation, neither of you daring to speak up. Oscar stood next to you, his fingers blindly wandering down your back, which sent shivers down your spine. The quiet buzzing of the hotel's machinery filled the space, the only sound other than your unsteady breathing. What were you guys doing?

You looked up at him, your pulse hammering in your throat. His jaw was clenched and his gaze fixed on the flashing numbers above the door. It wasn't hesitation - no, it was restraint. The battle raged beneath the surface of his usually composed appearance.

The door opened with a quiet clang. He grabbed your hand, his grip was strong, and his touch ignited something deep in your chest. Without a word, he led you down a dimly lit corridor, passing a door that hid secrets far less intoxicating than the one between you.

When you reached his room, he hesitated - just for a second, his fingers hovering over the card scanner. You knew he was giving you a chance to leave, to change your mind. But you didn't budge.

The quiet beep of the lock disengaging made your heart go up to your throat.

It was dark inside, illuminated only by the lights of the city piercing through the curtains. The door slammed behind you, the sound was final, locking you inside, whatever it was - that moment, that night, that undeniable force that neither of you had the strength to fight anymore.

His jacket slipped off your shoulders as he stepped forward and looked at you. You were all warmed up and it wasn't about the weather at all.

“Oscar…” You weren't sure if it was a warning of the unknown or an invitation.

His fingers found your waist, his touch burning even through the haze of alcohol. You felt more strongly than before.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered in a thick voice, with eyes darker than you had probably ever seen.

You didn't.

Instead, you reached for him, and the last shred of restraint crumbled between you. You touched his shirt collar and pulled him tightly to you, bringing your lips together. It was more intense now than at the club. You were alone and could afford it.

He tasted like expensive alcohol and the forbidden fruit that it was. God, but you were hungry.

His lips clung to yours, his teeth gently tugging at your lower lip, his tongue tasting, exploring. You melted into him, unable to stop the moan that escaped your lips as he pressed his body against yours. He had hard muscles and a lean physique, and his embrace was bruised and demanding.

He kissed you as if the world was going to end tomorrow, as if the only thing that mattered was the touch of your lips, the taste of your mouth. You broke the kiss, both of you catching air greedily. His pupils were dilated, blackness engulfing his warm, hazel eyes.

“I've been dreaming of this for so long,” he admitted, and his voice was low and hoarse.

“Why didn't you do anything before?” you asked breathlessly, looking into his eyes.

“I couldn't mess up what we had,” he sighed, looking for at least some doubt in your eyes.

You exhaled, your fingers still tangled in his hair, your body still pressed against his. "And now?" you whispered, searching his face, your heart pounding so hard it drowned out the distant hum of the city.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, down to your swollen lips. "Now I can't stop myself," he murmured. "Tell me this isn't just the alcohol. I don’t want this to be something we regret in the morning"

You swallowed, still reeling from his touch, his kiss, the weight of everything unspoken. "Oscar…" Your fingers curled against his chest. "The only thing I'd regret is never knowing how this felt."

His lips curved in a smile, and his hands moved lower, resting on the curves of your hips. “I want you so much,” he breathed, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth, ”I've always wanted you.”

You could feel the evidence of his desire on your thigh and you bit your lip. You felt dizzy and your chest ached with the longing that had been burning inside you for years.

“Then take me.” - you whispered, feeling a thrill of excitement as the words left your lips.

You weren't sure who initiated the kiss. Maybe it was you, or maybe it was him. Or maybe both of you at the same time, surrendering to the inevitable.

His lips met yours and this time there was no restraint. There was a hunger that you had suppressed for too long.

The world around you blurred, the only thing grounding you was Oscar—his touch, his breath, the way he held you as if afraid you’d slip away. The years of unsaid words, of lingering glances and missed opportunities, all unraveled in this moment.

His hands moved up your back, pressing you impossibly closer, as if proximity alone could make up for the time wasted in uncertainty. Your fingers traced the sharp angles of his jaw before slipping into his hair, tugging gently. A quiet groan rumbled in his throat, and something about it sent warmth flooding through you.

“Fuck, I can't believe I waited this long.” - he murmured into your mouth, his voice rough and marked by something like desperation.

You laughed, a breathless, delirious sound, and kissed him again, savoring the touch of his lips, the taste of his tongue. Your body was on fire, every nerve alive and buzzing with need.

He tugged at the zipper on the back of your dress, and you broke the kiss long enough for him to slide it off your shoulders, exposing the bare skin beneath. His gaze darkened, and his fingers moved lightly over your shoulders, leaving goosebumps on them.

“You're perfect.” - he breathed, his eyes roaming over you.

You trembled under his gaze, suddenly restrained. But before you had time to pull away, he kissed you again, his touch strong and sure.

You moaned into his mouth as his hands explored your body, teasing and enticing.

The bra material rubbed against your nipples and you felt a shiver of pleasure. He was everywhere, overwhelming you with his touch, his scent and the warmth radiating from him...

You quickly moved to the bed, where Oscar pushed you lightly. Your knees collided with the hard wood of the bed, while allowing you to collapse under the soft sheets. You looked straight into his eyes as he threw off his shirt. Your skin burned between Oscar and the silk sheets that surrounded you on all sides. You looked up at him uncertainly, feeling him looking down at you and breathing loudly.

You reached into the zipper of his pants, unable to bear the sight of his erection, which looked so painful behind his black pants. He exhaled sharply, closing his eyes, and you could feel him tremble. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and full of hunger.

"I've wanted you for so long." he murmured, his voice rough. "I've always wanted only you"

Your hands faltered as you undid the button and tugged at the zipper. He reached down and helped, his fingers brushing yours, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. When he pushed his pants and underwear down, freeing his erection, your breath caught in your throat. He was thick and hard, and the sight of him made your pulse race.

Oscar's breathing deepened as you knelt in front of him, changing your positions, and your hands touched him for the first time. He groaned and grabbed the bed sheets tightly, tilting his head back.

You wrapped your hand around him, and your touch was teasing, even unbearable.

You looked at him, and your lips parted in a gentle smile, knowing that he only felt that way because of you. Then you leaned in to place your first kiss on his tip, and your tongue slid out to taste him. He tasted salty, and a little musky, but not unpleasant. It was a taste you knew you would grow to love, because it was his. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice strained. You closed your eyes, letting the sounds he made guide you. You were tentative at first, slowly getting used to the unfamiliar sensation, but then his hand settled on the back of your head, urging you on. You took him deeper, and the feeling of him filling your mouth, of his cock sliding across your tongue, was intoxicating. You hummed, and the vibration elicited another low moan from him. "So good," he murmured, his voice low and full of heat.

His head fell back onto the bedding, though he tried to maintain eye contact with you. You set a steady rhythm, and your lips worked at the same pace as your hands, looking at his body from under your lashes. Seeing his reaction, you quickened your pace and your movements became more confident. You let him slide deeper into your throat, to which Oscar involuntarily moved his hips, but he didn't want to force you into anything.

You pulled away from him for a moment, feeling how his stomach and thighs stretched, under the touch of your hands. Oscar breathed deeply, allowing himself to look at you. You kept him on edge, starting over by licking slowly along his length.

“Do you like that?” you giggled, however, seeing his reaction and the hand that gently touched your cheek

She giggled quietly before taking him back into her mouth, her tongue working expertly as she brought him closer to the edge. Oscar’s breaths became faster, and his grip on her hair tightened as his muscles tensed.

“I'm close,” he warned, his voice strained as he tried to restrain himself.

You didn't relent, continuing to drive him over the edge, the pleasure building in your core at the thought of what was to come. His cock twitched in your mouth, and his thighs shook as he finally came, spilling himself into your throat. You swallowed every last drop, the taste of him coating your tongue and throat, the heat of his release warming your insides.

Without hesitation, Oscar drew you right to him, clinging to your lips as never before. He could feel himself there, yet it did not bother him at all. What's more, he felt more excitement when he knew he could do it with you. He was happy that you were there and not someone else.

After a while, he rolled over, pinning you beneath him. He kissed the hollow of your throat, then trailed kisses down to your chest. Your heart pounded against his lips, and he couldn't get enough. His hand cupped one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and brushing his thumb across the nipple. "I want to taste you," he said, his voice husky. "Make you feel so good" He lowered himself down, taking a hardened bud into his mouth and sucking gently. You moaned, arching your back, and he took the opportunity to reach behind and unclasp your bra. It fell away, and his hand moved to your other breast, kneading and teasing. He kissed and sucked, working his way down until he reached the waistband of your panties.

He hesitated a moment, looking into your eyes. He knew that you were already in a place from which there was no way out. Too much had happened this evening. However, he needed to know, he needed to know if you were sure you didn't regret it.

“Are you sure?” he asked, stroking your belly.

“I am so sure,” you groaned, pushing your hips out to him. You needed him, as soon as possible.

“Have you always been so beautiful?” he muttered to himself, not breaking eye contact with you.

He tugged at the waistband of your lace panties, and the material slid down your legs. Your skin tingled with impatience, and the cool air brushed your heated flesh.

Oscar paused for a moment, admiring the view. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He put his hands on your knees, gently spreading them apart. You felt vulnerable, exposed, but not ashamed. Not in front of him.

He looked at you, absorbing every detail. His touch was gentle as he moved his fingers along your inner thighs, making you shiver. When his fingers reached your center, you gasped, the anticipation was almost too much.

“God, you're so wet” - he moaned, sliding his fingers over your slippery folds.

Your back arched as his finger touched your clit, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

“Mhm” you moaned, squeezing the sheet tightly.

He continued teasing you, sliding his fingers through your folds and rubbing circles around your clit. Your hips moved, and you tried to control yourself, but it was too good, too much.

It didn't take much for you to start shaking under his touch. Oscar instinctively touched you, simultaneously licking and sucking the most sensitive spot on your body. His fingers did not slow down inside you, preparing you for himself. Your body squirmed beneath him, and you let yourself know loudly how well he was treating you.

"Come for me,beautiful" he said, his voice muffled by his actions. His tongue was relentless, and his fingers were curled perfectly inside you. The pleasure was building, coiling tightly in your core, and you were right on the edge. You cried out as your climax hit, crashing through you and sending you spiraling. Oscar groaned, tasting the evidence of your pleasure, and his fingers didn't slow.

"Please, fuck me already" you muttered, pushing your hips more into his face.

You didn't have to beg him for long. Oscar even immediately rose, hovering over you. Your faces were centimeters apart, and in one moment you were already so close that you didn't wait and caught his face in your hands, biting his lower lip as you kissed each other greedily, trying to gain as much as you could from it.

It seemed as if the moment froze when you separated from each other for a moment. Your bodies were centimeters apart, and the space between you pulsed with electricity. Your eyes met his, and the intensity of his dark gaze made you shudder.

Oscar reached involuntarily to the nightstand, where he had condoms. This was not his invention, Lando had pressed them on him earlier, being the number one fan of your relationship.

You felt the warmth of his body, his presence and the scent surrounding you. You reached for him, placing your hand on his chest. His gaze involuntarily softened and he smiled at you, positioning himself between your legs.

“Ready?" - he asked, his voice strained with desire.

You nodded, unable to find the words. A moment later, a loud moan left your lips as Oscar slowly entered you, letting you get used to the feeling. You clung to him, trying to adjust to his size. It had been a while since anyone had been inside you, and despite appearances, Oscar was bigger than most.

“Oh God,” he moaned, burying his face in your neck as he filled you completely. “Is alright?”

“Better than alright” you purred, kissing him on the lips and pushed your hips out to meet him, encouraging him to start moving inside you.

You felt the warmth of his body, his presence and the scent surrounding you. You reached for him, placing your hand on his chest. His gaze involuntarily softened and he smiled at you, positioning himself between your legs.

Oscar slid out and then slowly pushed back in, moaning. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You groaned, arching your back, and his thrusts became more frantic and his movements less controlled.

“Faster,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him even closer to you.

Oscar nodded, and his lips descended to your neck. He kissed, caressed and nibbled you, leaving marks on your neck that were to be more visible the next day. He sped up, and the pleasure between you grew, coiling tight inside you. Your hips worked together, leading you to your desired fulfillment. His hands were everywhere exploring your body and touching every inch of your exposed skin.

“Oscar, please,” you moaned, unsure of what you were asking.

His movements were erratic and his thrusts deeper, hitting you just right. One of his hands descended to your clit, making you cling to him even more. His thumb did magical things, making you even scream from the caress on his arm, which definitely muffled some of your sounds.

"I'm close," he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate.

"Me too," you breathed, feeling the pleasure building and the tight coiling inside you.

With one last thrust, he pushed you over the edge, sending you spiraling into oblivion. His fingers continued to work your clit, his mouth never leaving yours, exploring it with the utmost finesse. His movements were increasingly sloppy as he plunged in and out of you, letting you fill to the brim.

The pleasure was overwhelming, and the feeling of him pulsing inside you sent another wave of ecstasy through you. You writhed beneath him, and Oscar continued to worship you until the orgasm had worn off of you. Your bodies were pressed together, both slick with sweat, and you clung to each other as you came down from your high.

After a moment, Oscar carefully pulled out of you, the loss of his warmth making you shiver. You hadn’t felt this empty in a long time. He got rid of the condom, then returned, pulling the covers over both of you.

He held you close, and you felt safe and secure in his arms. You snuggled against his chest, breathing in his scent and feeling his heartbeat.

“I don’t regret it,” you said, looking up into his dark eyes.

You ran your fingers down his smooth chest, tracing marks between his muscles. He was as hot as you were—and the alcohol still lingered in the air.

“Me neither,” he nodded, stroking your hair. “And I never will. Lando was right."

"With what?" you asked, watching him chuckle.

"With me being stupid and not telling you before that i like you," he mumbled, pulling you closer to him and cradling your head to his chest.

"Everyone knew," you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. "You're not as smooth as you sometimes think."

A/N: please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

well, well - first smut about Oscar coming from beneath my fingers. i hope you like it! feedback is always welcome, love you <3

[m-jelly]

Deep beauty

Levi x fem reader

Canon world, married, suggestive.

When Levi met you back in the scouts, you assisted Hange and Moblit in making things for the scouts. You never engaged in battle, you simple made things and had the role of a mechaic for them. Levi had met you in your office when he needed an upgrade for his gear. At first he didn't like that there was some oil in places, but you kept it fairly clean. When he met you face to face, with your big beautiful smile and bright eyes, he fell for you.

As time went on, he'd visit you often and started to not bring his gear but food and tea instead. Eventually, he had the courage to ask you out on a date. He was incredibly nervous on the date, but you were so patient and kind. One date turned into many. The two of you shared your firsts together and after two years of being a couple you married.

You stood by Levi through everything that life threw at the two of you. He counted his blessings when you were there to hold him and help him through the pain and suffering. Not once did you judge him for the choices he made and the injuries he suffered. You stood by him and loved him so deeply.

After the war, the two of you settled down in your dream cottage. You grew plenty of food in the garden, had a few animals and made sure you had the best birdfeeders so Levi could admire the birds that reminded him of friends. Your views were perfect with the vast forest and the ocean.

You both were happy, so deeply happy.

You helped out when you could and went to events where you'd hand out food, repair building and you'd even make things for people. You helped life slowly repair itself. When you were at home, it was a house filled to the brime with deep love. You couldn't keep your hands off of eachother, but Levi would say sorry a lot more and you told him to never be sorry. You loved him.

Levi was sat in his chair as the sun shone down. He gazed at the clouds before hearing your sweet voice. He glanced down and smiled softly as you walked closer in your adorable summer dress that left little to his imagination. "You are a goddess."

You hummed a laugh. "There's that sweet talking again." You leaned over and kissed him. "You know you get lucky all the time."

"I do." He glanced down before you stood up and saw your ample cleavage. "A-Ah."

You pulled back a bit. "So, I have done some extra things to your knee and leg brace." You crouched in front of him. "Are you sure you want to try this?"

He gulped hard as he looked away to collect himself. "Yes. I want to be able to walk a little bit so when we have kids, I can help them walk or play with them."

You hummed a laugh. "Okay." You slipped his slipper off and started wiggling the brace on. "You are so cute."

Levi looked down just as you were wiggling causing your chest to jiggle. He gulped hard as he admired your clevage with a fading lovebite on. "I ah..."

You glanced up at him. "Sorry for wiggling this up. Is it hurting?"

"N-no."

You smiled softly. "What you blushing more?"

"N-nothing."

You smirked and rasied a brow. "Nothing?" You leaned up meaning your chest got closer. "You sure."

Levi's eyes widened. "I ah...you...fuck."

You reached up, held his chin and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. "Something catch your fancy?"

"You." He softly moaned before strongly blushing. He looked away and groaned. "Fucking, brat."

"That's not a nice way to speak to your wife." You teased as you strapped the brace in place. You leaned closer and kissed his knee. "I'm so nice to you." You leaned on his thighs and looked up at him through your lashes. "I'm a lovely wife."

He reached down and caressed your cheek. "You're a goddess." He eyed your chest. "I won't lie, my love, I've bee eyeing your chest."

You leaned up a bit. "I'll let you place your face there if I get a kiss."

"You know I adore kisses."

You giggled before leaning closer and kissing him. "You're so handsome. I love you, Levi."

"I love you too."

You stood up and hugged his face agaisnt your chest. You squeaked when he licked and bit you. "Biting, huh?"

He looked up at you with an adorable pout. "Maybe."

"Cute." You pulled back from him. "You can have them back after we test your brace."

He grabbed your hands and stood up carefully. "I'm up."

"Good boy."

He blushed. "You know very well what that does to me."

You giggled and helped him forward. "It's why I said it. You ready?"

He inhaled deeply. "I am cause I'm getting an amazing reward."

You laughed as you pulled him towards you. "You are." You smiled sweetly. "There we go, you're doing amazing."

Levi carefully walked towards you. "Better than before." He walked closer. "Stronger."

"Is your knee and leg supported?"

"Yeah, you're incredible." He hummed a laugh. "Only a matter of time before I'm running with our kids."

You guided him back to his chair. "Yes."

"And running after you."

You pinched his cheek. "Cheeky."

"Always." He purred. "Now, about my reward."

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Inked

Yan!Suguru x Reader

Previous // Part Two // Masterlist

TW: Slight Yandere Behaviors, Modern! AU, Dubious Professionalism, Power imbalance, Nipple piercings, MDNI

Tattoo Artist!Suguru who definitely wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon. Plays it off all cool, the same welcoming smile, low hum of recognition as you sit down, but his bright, violet eyes scan you quickly, taking in your outfit, your expression, the way you’re fidgeting with the hem of your shirt like you're working up the courage to say something.

He’s halfway through your touch-up when you finally ask.

“So… um. About nipple piercings…”

Suguru blinks. His hand stills, machine still buzzing as his grip tightens. He glances up, dark, thin brows lifting slightly, surprised. Not that you remembered, but that you actually followed through.

“Really?” he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t think you’d go for it.”

You’re bashful, almost squirming in his chair as you nod. Something he would've teased you about if you hadn't just thrown a curve ball at him. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”

God. He has to refocus on the tattoo before he does something stupid like seem a little too eager, smile a little too wide. “You know I do them here, right?” His voice is light, teasing, but there's a subtle edge underneath it. “I’ll even do it for free - since you came all this way.”

You start to object - money, fairness, something about feeling bad - but it doesn’t matter. You’re here. You asked. And he’s not letting anyone else touch you.

So when the tattoo’s finished, he cleans up quietly, then turns to face you, snapping on a fresh pair of gloves.

“You still want it?” he asks gently.

You pause, chewing your bottom lip before admitting, “I was wondering if maybe… a female artist could do it instead?”

Suguru laughs, soft and disarming, though there’s something glittering behind his eyes now. “Don’t you trust me?” he asks, voice dipped in honey. “I promise I’m professional. I’ve done dozens. You’ll be in good hands.”

You hesitate… then slowly nod. Can't help the feeling of your cheeks warming up at the way his eyes seem to drop to your shirt.

He swears he doesn’t rush the prep, but his hands are moving quickly, sanitizing tools, laying out sterile jewelry, prepping clamps. He’s too focused, too stiff in his movements, which is how you know he’s trying to contain himself. Trying to ignore the pressing hard-on. Trying to ignore the lingering thoughts of what a beauty like yourself looks like naked.

He gestures for you to sit up straight on the chair and remove your shirt. “It’s just us,” he assures, voice low. “Take your time.”

But the second your top comes off?

Suguru freezes. Not obviously, no. His face stays calm. His gloves keep moving. But his gaze dips - lingers - just a second too long. Mouth salivating. Trying not to bite his lip at how perfect your buds are. Better than anything he could imagine. Your chest is all soft and warm, nipples already hardening from the cool air, and it’s killing him that he has to touch you like this under the guise of procedure. He marks each side carefully, asking you to look in the mirror. His gloved fingers brush over your skin, tugging gently to center each dot.

He kneels in front of you to line things up and - fuck - he has to take a breath. One hand spreads your chest just slightly, thumb resting just under your nipple, holding it still as the other hand preps the clamp.

“Deep breath,” he murmurs, those pretty violet eyes flicking up to your face. “Ready?”

You nod, hitching a breath.

He pierces you slowly, smoothly, a soft grunt escaping you as the needle slides through. He follows with the barbell, threading it with precision. Then the other side. The same process. The same slow, delicate handling. Only the best for his girl.

It’s supposed to be clinical. Quick. Efficient. But it feels too intimate. The drag of his covered, latex thumb. The closeness of his face. His steady breathing, that makes your skin tingle. The way his voice softens as he murmurs praise, “You’re doing so well,” and, “Almost done, sugar.”

When it's over, you're flushed and avoiding his eyes as you slip your shirt back on. He removes his gloves, tossing them into the bin, before asking - casual, too casual - “So… what made you decide to get them?”

You pause before answering, and for a moment he wonders - hopes - you’ll say him.

But instead, you give him a really pretty, dazed smile and say, “My boyfriend. He’s an artist too. Thought I’d look cute with them. It's a surprise for him.”

Suguru just stares, finally a single blink. Then a slow, practiced smile spreads across his face, cool as a cucumber.

“Lucky guy,” Suguru says smoothly, though there's a barely-there crack in his voice. “He’s got good taste. I’m sure he’s going to love them.”

The words roll off his tongue with ease, but his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Without missing a beat, he transitions into explaining how to care for your new piercings - what to clean with, what to avoid, how long it’ll take to heal. His tone stays calm, professional. Words well rehearsed.

But inside, he’s reeling. He won’t let it show, the twitch in his fingers, the heat crawling up his neck. He’s not thinking about the way your chest looked under the soft lighting of the studio, or how your lips parted when you winced, or how his gloved fingers brushed your skin so delicately. He’s not imagining the bounce of your body on someone's cock, someone else's hands on your hips, someone else's mouth on your chest.

Someone else enjoying what he got to see first.

His warm palm should be the one grazing against your newly pierced nipples. His mouth should be the one murmuring praise, not some faceless boyfriend with "good taste."

Later, after you're gone, he stares at your number in his contacts. Thumb hovering over the screen. No messages sent. The memory of your bare chest, your bitten lip, the tiny wince when the needle pierced through - all of it is burned into his mind like ink into skin.

He’s professional. Of course he is. But he’s thinking about you a lot. By the time the studio closes, he’s already on his phone, typing into Instagram:

“Tattoo artists near me.”

Just to see who this mystery boyfriend is. Just to see the face of the man who thinks he can touch what Suguru has already claimed.

[wingedhallows]

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♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

You're not exactly sure what makes you say yes. Maybe it’s the way Natalie Scatorccio stumbles over her words, twisting the sleeve of her hoodie in her fingers, chewing at the corner of her lip like she's terrified you might laugh at her.

Maybe it’s the way her eyes, usually so sharp and electric, go soft and flickering when she asks if you want to come watch them practice.

Either way, here you are — standing outside Shauna's house, clutching your jacket a little tighter around yourself, your breath fogging in the cool evening air.

Music leaks through the walls — a messy, pulsing thud of a bassline and the distant crack of drums. You take a breath and knock

The door swings open almost immediately, and there she is.

Natalie.

Her blonde hair is half tucked under a beanie, a guitar strap slung over one shoulder, her Doc Martens untied and scuffed at the toes. She looks like every garage-band daydream you’ve ever had, and somehow, she still looks nervous.

"Hey," she says, voice a little breathless, like she’s sprinted to answer. "You came."

You smile, warmth blooming under your skin. "You invited me."

"Yeah," she says, blinking like she can't quite believe it worked. Then, rubbing the back of her neck, "Uh, c'mon in. We're just getting started."

Shauna waves at you from the living room — her bass resting against her hip — and Van gives a two-finger salute from behind the drum kit. Misty’s fiddling with some wires near the amps, her glasses slipping down her nose. It’s chaotic, a little out of tune, and somehow... perfect.

Natalie leads you over to the ratty couch shoved against the far wall. "You can, uh, sit here. It's not like, super clean, but..."

You plop down with a grin, not caring at all. "Looks great to me."

The practice kicks off messy, a little loud and a lot passionate. Covers, half-songs, Shauna and Van arguing over the tempo while Misty insists she can "totally make a fog machine work if someone lets her try."

But then — after about an hour, once the chaos settles into a loose kind of rhythm — Nat catches your eye across the room. She gives a little nod, almost like she’s working up the courage to jump off a cliff.

"This one’s... new," she says, voice a little scratchy, turning the mic stand toward her, knuckles whitening around the neck of her guitar. "I kinda... wrote it." Her gaze flickers to you for a heartbeat and away again. "Uh, it’s for someone."

Your heart trips over itself, warmth blooms in your chest.

She strums once, adjusting the tuning with a twist of her fingers. Then again, a softer, sweeter sound filling the room.

The song unfolds like something secret — slow and a little rough at the edges, her voice threading through the chords with a raw, unpolished kind of beauty. The lyrics aren't complicated. They're simple, honest, like she’s peeled them straight out of her chest. Little lines about stolen glances and wanting to say something but never quite finding the right moment. About how sometimes the best thing you can do is hope that person notices you back.

And even though Natalie never once looks directly at you while she sings — keeps her gaze stubbornly fixed on the fraying rug beneath her boots — you know.

It’s for you.

The world outside the living room slips away, melting into the background until there’s only her voice, her guitar, and the weight of something new and trembling between you.

When the last chord fades, there’s a beat of silence. Even Van doesn’t immediately crack a joke.

Nat mumbles something about "working on the bridge still" and ducks her head, cheeks visibly pink even from across the room.

Practice wraps not long after. Shauna bails to drive her sister somewhere, Misty declares she’s "engineering the fog machine for next time," and Van winks at you before sauntering out with her drumsticks tucked in her back pocket.

Which leaves you and Natalie.

She hovers by the door, picking at the hem of her hoodie, her hair falling into her eyes. "Thanks for... uh... coming. I know we’re kinda — messy."

You stand up, heart still doing somersaults from the song. You step closer, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "It was perfect."

Natalie swallows hard, her throat bobbing. "I, uh — that song — it was... for you."

Her voice is so quiet you barely catch it. She finally looks at you, really looks at you, and for once there isn’t any armor there. No smartass grin or cocky shrug. Just her, wide open and waiting.

You smile, so full you think you might burst, and before you can overthink it — before you can let yourself chicken out — you lean in and press a kiss to her cheek.

Warm and quick and a little shy.

Nat goes stock-still. You can feel the way she holds her breath, like even breathing might shatter the moment.

When you pull back, her face is bright red and she looks absolutely, beautifully wrecked.

"I’ll see you at your next show," you say softly, smiling.

Natalie blinks at you, dazed, and then grins — the kind of grin that makes you feel like you could float all the way home.

"Yeah," she says, voice cracking a little. "Definitely."

You step out into the night, the door swinging shut behind you, your heart beating to the rhythm of a song that’s written just for you.

[really-fanny-longbottom]

a song of darkness & ice

azriel x reader | azriel finally found the one for him but some things never go as planned. the good news? happy endings are real. warnings: mentions of death and grieving. words: 3.5k

masterlist

"azriel."

azriel was doing it again. 

he was looking at you once again like he had for the past two years.

but it wasn't his fault.

"azriel."

how could it be his fault?

how could he not look at you when you were the most beautiful female his hazel eyes had ever seen? 

"azriel."

how could he not look at you when every time you smiled at him or laughed at something he said his heart erupted? 

how could he not look at you when you were his first thought when he woke up and his last before falling asleep? 

"azriel!"

"huh?" azriel asked with his eyes still focused on you.

rhys and cassian couldn't contain the chuckles that escaped them.

what they were seeing was a rare sight. they had never seen their brother act this way.

not once.

rhys and cassian were well aware of how hard azriel could be on himself, how undeserving he felt he was of genuine love and true happiness.

even though the two of them had assured azriel multiple times that he was more than worthy — that his past didn't define him — he still had some trouble believing it. 

since they were children, azriel has always been the quiet, reserved, and introverted one.

with the exception of his relationships with the inner circle and now with the archeron sisters, all his other relationships had been only in passing — mainly with females.

cassian and rhys knew how much azriel wanted to find his mate, especially now that both his brothers had theirs.

but his interest in females never lasted. It never went beyond the interest of a casual night. there was never anyone who made him wish for something more.

until now.

until you show up. 

you turned azriel's world upside down along with his perspective on life.

before, the simple and basic things in life didn't impress him — for him they were nothing more than futile things. 

but now. . .since you came into his life, azriel has found himself appreciating those same things that he thought had no value or importance not so long ago.

it's as if you were the missing piece in his puzzle.

and now that he found you, his life had more color, more life and more meaning.

he couldn't be more grateful that the Mother guided him to meet you. the only thing he was sorry for was that it had taken so long.

"azriel." cassian said, placing a hand on the male's arm.

finally, azriel removed his hazel eyes from you and met his brother's "what?"

azriel saw that both of his brothers were looking at him with big smiles on their faces and with looks that he knew all too well. "what is it?" 

"i'm afraid you're in love, brother." rhys told him as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"what? what the hell are you talking about?" he questioned with his eyebrows furrowed.  

"oh please, don't act like you don't know, az. you spent the whole night looking at y/n." cassian said with amusement in his voice.

"i don't know what you're talking about, cass" azriel ignored his brothers' laughter and got up from the sofa to approach the table to refill his glass.

as he drank from his glass, he felt the alcohol burning his throat as his eyes searched the room for you again. 

but truth to be told, his eyes didn't even have to scan the room to find you. 

you had changed seats since the last time he looked at you, now, you were at the foot of the appetizer table while talking to your brother.

he finally had the perfect view of your dress and as always you looked beautiful.

just like the first time he saw you.

the day he met you was without a doubt in second place of his favorite days — he was saving the first place for the day he would gain the courage to ask you for a date and you would say yes. 

azriel met you during a meeting — a meeting he didn't even want to go to but changed his mind at the last minute. thanks to the mother for that. 

rhys, along with cassian and azriel, went to the winter court for a meeting with your older brother — kallias.

the night court was trying to strengthen their alliances with all the other courts after the events of under the mountain. 

the courts were still fragile and their high lords were suspicious, especially kallias and his court, but no one could judge them. after all, they were the ones who suffered the greatest loss of all.  

kallias took advantage of the meeting to give them a guided tour of his court. 

the visit began in the ice palace with the colors blue, white and gray predominating, large diamond chandeliers hung in the throne room and ballroom, snowflake-shaped faelights illuminated the rooms and sofas covered in soft fur offered comfortable seats.

then they went to the frozen garden with its frozen lake for skating and a greenhouse with its flowers preserved by the cold.

next it was time for the cold forest where they saw several foxes, wolves, reindeer and rabbits with their white fluff and people moving by sleds on the path that led to the city and finally the polar bear caves.  

the caves were a thirty-minute walk from the palace and their entrances were located on the wall of the mountain and had to climb a path to get there. 

down here, they had a large area of land for the bears to roam around with an unfrozen river on the northside that provided them with unlimited fish for food. on the far side, near the trees, there was a hut where the bears' armor was kept. 

azriel counted more than twenty bears that were there when he and his brothers arrived, not counting those that were still inside the caves. 

his favorite part was the cubs playing with each other and the ones trying to catch fish in the river. 

he also saw some people — no doubt soldiers by their uniforms — training bears who had their copper armor on. 

kallias was in the middle of explaining the bears' armor, saying that those who wore copper were because they had just begun their training when a loud and powerful roar sounded through the air which made the trees vibrate and the ground shake. 

silence fell around the place and after a few seconds, azriel heard a guard shout "it's the princess!"

guards began to run towards the gate that was located on the opposite side of the river to prevent intruders from entering and began to pull the levers.

in the distance, a large white figure emerged, getting closer by the second — it was a bear in silver armor and a matching helmet — and on top of the bear, was you.  

the gate was still being opened by the time you got close to it and without wanting to wait, the bear jumped through the gate making a perfect landing on the inside and scaring the guards into falling to the ground in the process. 

"always showing off" kallias murmured at the entrance that his little sister had just made. 

rhys, cassian and azriel were too busy looking at you and the bear to laugh at the high lord's words.

everybody was. all eyes were on you. the guards had stopped, the soldiers had stopped, even the three members of the night court had found it impossible not to look at you.

especially a certain shadowsinger. when he saw you and your bear, a shiver went down his back. 

this bear was incomparable to the others. it was the biggest bear they had ever seen and without a doubt it was the strongest. 

the bear's legs were about the same size as an adult male. It was amazing.

azriel noticed the insignia that was stamped on the bear's helmet. "what does that mean?" 

"that's mal. she is the leader of the bears and the insignia marks her as such." kallias replied with a smile directed at you. 

the four males had to take several steps back to allow the bear to pass and they both had to look up to see you with your own armor that matched the bear's. 

they saw you dismount from the bear and she lowered herself to allow you to reach the ground.

when you landed safely, you turned around to come face to face with your bear and when she lowered her head, you placed a kiss there followed by a "good job, mal. take a rest, i'll see you tomorrow."  

mal made a small grunt in response and nuzzled her head against you before moving forward and going to the guards to have her armor removed. 

you started walking towards the males while taking off your gloves and kallias giving orders for everyone to summarize their work. 

as soon as you got close enough, you greeted them "brother. handsome illyrian males that i never seen before." 

kallias rolled his eyes at the same time as the three males laughed "don't you mean 'hello, high lord of the night court?"

you smiled at your brother's words and held out a hand for rhys to shake, "hello, handsome high lord of the night court."  

and for the first time in prythian history, rhys blushed. cassian and azriel widened their eyes at the sight of their blushing brother, never had they witnessed such a thing.

"princess," rhys greeted after clearing his throat a little embarrassedly "this is cassian, my general,"

"princess," he shook your hand and gave you a small nod of his head with a smile.

"handsome general” your smile widened at the laugh he let out. 

"and this is azriel, my spymaster."

when you moved to stand face to face with the hazel-eyed male, his breath caught in his throat.

you were unbelievably beautiful. as if you were sculpted by the mother herself. 

you looked a lot like kallias. the same hair, the same eyes and the same nose but you had something that he didn't have — gracefulness.

the moment your eyes met each other, they locked and neither you nor the male in front of you dared to look away.

"what's going on?" kallias asked in a whisper, not liking the way you two looked at each other. 

upon realizing what exactly was happening, rhys placed a hand on kallias' shoulder and the two males walked away with cassian right behind them with a smile on his face. 

you could hear rhys in the distance asking more about bear armor to keep your brother busy. 

without ever breaking eye contact, azriel took your hand and said to you "my princess," before giving you a kiss on it.

"pretty azriel," you replied back with your eyes still locked on the male's.

azriel blushed so much that he could feel his cheeks warm. 

you cleared your throat and assumed a relaxed expression again and with an ironic smile you asked the blushing male "so you are the famous shadowsinger," with a nod from him, you continued "do you sing?" 

"what?" he felt taken by surprise. never in the five hundred years of his life had anyone asked him such a thing.

"you are a shadowsinger. do you sing to your shadows?" 

azriel didn't know what to say.

"for example, if you want them to bring you something, you sing a melody, but if you want them to attack someone, you sing a melody. . . more aggressive?" 

there was a minute of silence, two and then. . . azriel's laughter filled the air around you.

azriel still remembers how much he laughed that day. no one had ever made him laugh like that. he laughed until his stomach hurt and some tears escaped his eyes. 

that's how it all started.

he could hardly believe that two years had passed since that day.

one of the happiest he's ever had.

what Azriel didn't know was that at the sound of his laughter, rhys and cassian exchanged looks, knowing exactly that you were the one for him. 

after asking him those questions, you invited him to drink iced tea, which, to azriel's surprise, he really liked. 

azriel visited you a few times after that until you were the one visiting the night court when your brother finally relented.

when you found out that cassian was training the valkyries, you joined the group.

the day after you joined training, the spymaster volunteered to help train the valkyries. coincidence? of course not. 

you stayed at the house of the wind, giving you and azriel the opportunity to build a beautiful friendship. 

a friendship that azriel always wished would become something more. 

you flirted with each other, you went out just the two of you, you always sat next to each other and you were the first pair to dance at last year's starfall. 

there was just one problem.

a few nights ago, after a night of games, you and azriel remained in the living room while the others retired to sleep.

the conversation flowed while you drank wine and laughed, but it was then that azriel decided to take the next step, whether it was the wine that gave him courage he doesn't know.  

when he approached with the intention of kissing you, you moved away.

you quickly apologized and fled to your room, leaving a very confused azriel.

since then, azriel had gone through every moment with you in his head trying to understand what had gone wrong.

did he misread the signs? could it be that there weren't even signs and he imagined them? 

he drank his whiskey in one gulp and turned to refill it, when azriel turned around again, you were no longer there.

kallias was now sitting next to viviane with one hand on her growing belly. 

when searching the entire room, azriel didn't see a single sign of you. 

it was then that he walked forward and caught your figure on the balcony enjoying the stars and the gentle night breeze. 

azriel wanted nothing more than to join you but with your behavior the last few days, he didn't want to exceed your limits. 

it was at that moment that azriel realized. if he really had crossed your boundaries that night when he tried to kiss you, then he needs to apologize. 

when his hand grabbed the handle of the door leading to the balcony, azriel noticed that it was shaking and had to take a few deep breaths to calm his pounding heart. 

without further hesitation, azriel opened the door and closed it behind him again.  

when you didn't move, not even to look back, azriel approached the balcony wall until he was next to you and as soon as he did he hid his shaking hands in his pockets.

the two of you remained silent for a moment, enjoying the view of the city that shone under the stars and the gentle breeze that traveled through your bodies.

azriel was the first to say "i wanted to apologize for the other night," at the sound of his voice, you turned to look at him and he did the same "i shouldn't have tried to kiss you. i overstepped your limits and i'm sorry." 

you remained looking at him and without giving him an answer, you turned your attention to the city again.

assuming you weren't going to talk to him, azriel turned his back and started to make his way back into the house.  

"you didn't do anything wrong." your voice intertwined with the breeze and made the hazel-eyed male stop in his tracks. 

with his back still facing you, you proceeded "i wanted to kiss you and that's what scared me" your voice was shaking and azriel noticed that, which was the reason he faced you. 

you took a deep breath and after calming your heart, you finally revealed the truth "these last few days," you took a step forward "i wasn't ignoring you and I'm sorry if it seemed like i was. i just needed time to be able to think about how to tell you."

"tell me what?" the male's voice came out just a little louder than a whisper. 

you hesitated and your heart started racing again, reaching azriel's ears, but you didn't let that stop you from continuing.

"i'm not your mate, azriel," pain and suffering appeared on your features in the face of this new revelation "and a bond will never snap between us."

"how do y-"

"because i lost my mate fifty-two years ago," tears came to your eyes but you didn't let them fall, "he died to save me."  

azriel approached you and took your hands in his, encouraging you to continue. 

"his name was malik." 

"malik?" azriel asked you, "like mal?"  

a weak smile appeared on your lips "yes. mal was my nickname for him. he was fascinated by polar bears and his dream was to one day be able to see one." 

the smile disappeared, and you moved your eyes away from azriel's before speaking again "i met him one evening when i tried to sneak out of the palace so that i wouldn't have to attend another ball. when i tried to climb down the ice wall of the palace, i ended up slipping and falling right on top of him." you laughed at the memory, azriel joined you.

"he was a soldier in training and was on patrol when i fell. a rumor spread that he had saved me from an 'accidental fall' and kallias appointed him as my personal guard as a thank you." 

"we fell in love and a few months after we started our relationship, our mating bond snapped," you began to caress your ring finger and for the first time azriel noticed a barely noticeable ring mark "after i accepted the bond, it didn't take him long to ask me to marry him."

"i'm so sorry." azriel told you while passing a hand through your hair to give you some comfort.

your face became sadder and your voice weaker and quieter "he's the reason i didn't die when amarantha's creatures invaded my court. he was the one who got me out of the palace and took me to viviane safely." 

"when we were arriving at the camp that viviane established, a large group of those creatures appeared. without thinking twice, he pushed me into viv's arms and ordered her to get me out of there." your voice cracked and you needed a few seconds to compose yourself.

"i tried to get viv to let go of me but she didn't. a few moments later i saw him fall," your eyes returned to azriel, "he didn't get up."

tears now flowed freely down your cheeks "i felt the bond disappearing and my heart splitting in two. when the creatures were gone, i went back there and buried him," you wiped away some of the tears, "he never saw a polar bear." azriel's heart ached in hearing your words. 

"after him, i never had any interest in being with anyone again. until you show up." 

Surprise flashed across azriel's eyes, he wasn't expecting to hear this. 

"what?"

"i tried so hard not to fall in love with you these last two years but failed completely." 

a smile formed on the shadowsinger's face and he moved closer to you with his hands finding their places on your cheeks. 

"what made you hold back?" he asked quietly.

"your job," seeing the shock on his face, you rested your hands on his wrists and explained, "your job is dangerous, azriel. i already lost the male i loved once and i refuse to go through another pain like that." 

azriel's heart tightened knowing that the reason you didn't like his job wasn't because of what he had to do but because of the fact that it could cost you the most important thing to you — him.  

"you won't lose me." azriel assured you.

"you don't know that." 

"you're right. I don't, but i promise," he held you a little tighter to let you know how honest he was being, "i promise that whenever i leave for a mission, i will always and i mean always do everything i can to come back to you. i promise."

you both smiled at the feeling of the tattoo being formed on azriel's forearm and on your rib. 

6ou were too involved in the moment that you weren't even curious about the shape of the tattoos that linked you for the rest of your lives.

a promise that azriel would do anything to never break it.

as concern filled your eyes, azriel caressed your cheeks with his thumbs before asking you what was bothering you. 

"what about your mate? i know how much you want one." azriel could hear your heart beating unevenly.

the smile returned to his lips and in a long time, azriel finally knew what he wanted "i don't want a mate. i don't want a mating bond. i just want you."

the rush of his heartbeat reached your ears and it comforted you to know that you weren't the only one nervous. 

"then i'm yours."

and with a kiss beneath prythian's brightest stars, your love was sealed.

a/n: thank you for reading!

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[peachiejeongin]

Seungmin As Your Husband

Request from @hantaechan: "A seungmin one, please? him as y/ns hubby?"

Synopsis: Headcannons of Seungmin as your husband

Pairing: husband!Seungmin x reader

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: None!

Notice: Hello, my love! Thank you so much for your request! I unfortunately could not think of any full on fictions for the request, so I decided to compromise and create some minature headcannons for how I believe Seungmin would act as your husband! I'm thinking about turning this into a series, so let me know if that would be something you are interested in! Enjoy my loves <3

・❥ Husband Seungmin who knew you were his fated lover just a few months into dating you, yet he always felt a bit shy when it came to the act of proposing.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who planned the perfect proposal by taking you to your favorite cozy spot: your own backyard under a canopy of fairy lights, where he nervously got down on one need and said, "I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?"

・❥ Husband Seungmin who tried to stay calm and composed on your wedding day, but his hands trembled slightly as he adjusted his tie; his eyes welled up the moment he saw you walking down the aisle, whispering under his breath, "I'm the luckiest man alive."

・❥ Husband Seungmin who is still so shy at initiating affection after all of these years, but when he does muster the courage to do so, he gets immensely clingy, refusing to let you out of his arms for hours at a time.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who always remembers your favorite coffee order, even if it is overly complicated, and surprises you with it on lazy weekend mornings.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who takes candid polaroids of you, even when you are not feeling your best, because he loves capturing your beauty in every day moments.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who memorizes the little things; he has since the beginning of your relationship, but he now pays extra mind to the miniscule details, such as the specifics of your breakfast or what side of the bed you prefer to sleep on.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who learns your favorite recipes, even if he burns the first helping, because he wants to make them perfectly for you every day.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who gladly does the laundry, dishes, and other household chores if you are not feeling up to them or are out for most of the day; he does not believe chores should simply be a "wifely" duty.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who pretends to be annoyed when you steal his hoodies, pretending that it is such a, "teenager" thing to do; however, he secretly loves when you take them.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who makes playlists of soft songs that remind him of you and plays them during long trips.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who leaves post-it notes around the house for you to find if he has to leave for work early, scribbled with messages such as, "Don't forget: you're amazing!" and, "Have an amazing day, my love."

・❥ Husband Seungmin who organizes surprise dates that always happen to be just what you need, whether it is a flashy night out on the town or a comfortable night on the couch.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who holds close to the traditions the two of you have made, such as sharing a slice of cake on your anniversaries or watching the same movie on Christmas Day.

・❥ Husband Seungmin who always smiles when you catch him staring at you, softly mumbling, "I just love looking at my beautiful."

[neerons]

Some of Yves Kloss’ best quotes

"He caaaaaaaaame! " (—Yves screaming about Clavis)

"You're the most common commoner I've ever seen. You have no redeeming features to speak of. Why should I accept someone like that?"

"Choosing me shows how sophisticated you are. You won't regret it." (—Yves' changing route quote)

"Y-You call that a CAKE...?" (—Yves reacting to Clavis' gift)

"If this shameless behavior goes on any longer, you’ll find out what happens if you test my patience. I suggest that you don’t." (—Yves defending Emma in front of a noblewoman that bullied her)

"ExCUSE me? What on earth are you doing hiding in my closet?!"

"Excuse me? And why not?! I’m going to tell everyone, so we can figure out how best to punish her for what she did to you! (…) Huh?! Hey, no, you’ve got it all wrong! This isn’t kindness! I just know I’d end up with the worst stomachache if something happened to you because of me!" (—Yves defending Emma)

"Why should you have to be the one to carry such a heavy burden? This is a problem between two nations. It’s not the sort of thing a simple, kind-hearted woman like yourself needs to get involved in."

"…Emma really is amazing. I could never do anything like that. I always wanted to be a bridge that could bring Obsidian and Rhodolite together… But I was despised just for being half-Obsidianite, and I accepted it all, like it was completely normal. I never did a single thing to actually improve the relationship between our countries. I didn’t even think I could. It takes courage and resolve to approach someone when you’re completely at odds with them. It’s not easy, not in the slightest. I bet it’s left Emma in tears countless times. But even so, she’s still here now, holding her head high and taking that first step towards peace. She really is… amazing. (…) She’s so beautiful it’s dazzling. (…) I’ve spent my whole life with my head down, seeing nothing but the ground at my feet. I really need to change—I need to learn from her example." (—Yves talking about Emma to Leon)

"Fhwhwh...?! Oh my god. How is my little brother this adorable?!" (—Yves talking about Licht)

"Know this: Yves Kloss loves you, and he's always thinking about you. There's not a day you're not in his thoughts."

"You do realize you're pretty, no matter what?"

"For the record? Each time you make me happy, I swear I'll make you even happier."

"H-Hey... Have you really not noticed that I, Yves Kloss, am waiting for the right moment to talk with you?"

"U-Um, Emma... Don't tell me you're... with both of them...?" (—Yves talking about Emma holding Gilbert's and Clavis' hands)

"Just the thought of being tossed into a den full of women sends a shiver up my spine..."

"Did you just say... LOVE?!" (—Yves to Licht and Leon)

"I guess you captivated me. You were always striving to be perfect, and... that's the Emma I fell in love with."

"Y-You think you can just be all cute and get away with it, huh?"

"Please don't cry, Emma. When you cry... my heart aches so badly I don't know what to do."

"I'm not a prince to be pitied. It doesn't matter if no one accepts me. The only one I need acceptance from is me. (...) It doesn't matter what other people say. What's the point, if you can't trust yourself, and believe in your own worth? Even if they trample you under their filthy, worn boots—so long as you hold your head high and believe in yourself, it'll only make you stronger."

"Okay, which of you gave Licht wine?! How many times have I told you not to?!"

"There are so many people in the world who hate me. But... I hate me more than any of them."

"Aww, Licht, don't be so down. Failure is an unavoidable part of cooking!" (—Yves reassuring a sulking Licht)

"I'm never making dessert for any of you ever again!! You're all horrible and you can eat dirt for all I care!"

"I am NOT a cat!!!"

"...I know that kindness of yours is probably a virtue, but I can't help worrying that you're going to kindness yourself to death one day."

"What? No! I didn't meow. Why on earth would I meow?!"

"You're my goddess of happiness. I... thank you for coming, Emma."

"He's such a brazen fool! Not a principled bone in his body, and he's incorrigible to boot!" (—Yves talking about Nokto)

"Listen, you didn't hear this from me, but... Licht made almost five hundred attempts before he baked an edible batch of cookies. (...) That boy really loves you a lot. So much that it gives me heartburn just thinking about it."

"I often get told that I don't have luck. But when I talk to you, I feel like my life isn't all that bad."

"I hope she comes soo... WAHH! W-Warn me when you come!"

[livelaughloveluffy]

first love - black leg sanji

a/n: this is totally not another dream scenario that i'm writing into a fic..... sorry to be posting a bit slower, i've just been trying to experiment with and improve my writing and finally felt ready to finish this draft!!

a/n: hopefully this fic was worth the wait!! just a little treat to help you guys prepare for the new year!! also in typical me fashion, this song is just soooo perfect for this fic so here you go.

nothing but fluff here 💗

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you never thought you'd reunite with black leg sanji on this tiny island buried in the corner of the grand line. but you'd recognize that fluffy blonde hair and curly brow from a hundred miles away. your feet moved beneath you before your brain could even register what was happening. and before you knew it, the two of you walked side by side, his hand gently resting of the smalls of your back as he escorted you to the beloved ship of the straw hat pirates.

•♡•

it only made sense for sanji to introduce you to the crew over a meal he prepared. the familiar sight and smell of your childhood crush in his element, assembling dinner with such elegance that his movements could be seen as a choreographed waltz, reminding you exactly who you fell in love with all those years ago.

the table was already set to precision as the crew filed in ready to enjoy the freshly made meal. taking their places to their usual seats, smiling at you as a greeting. you couldn't help but admire the people who had taken care of sanji all this time, letting him pursue his passions, and supporting him along the way.

•♡•

with his mouth full of half-chewed food, luffy mumbles out the question everyone had been wondering "so, how did you and sanji meet anyways? from the baratie?"

with a casual smile and a quick glance to sanji, you began to reply to the captain's question, "it's been so long, i might as well just tell you the truth. sanji's actually the first guy i ever had a crush on."

•♡•

when the two of you finally manage to escape the absolute chaotic freakout of the crew, sanji's nice dinner now growing cold, but not forgotten, as you gazed at the very first boy you'd ever loved. hidden away in the pantry of the kitchen, bodies only half an inch from being pressed together, awkwardly trying to avoid the rapid fire prying questions of the other straw hat pirates.

looking at the cook now, you can't help but be reminded of the version of him you fell in love with as he shyly attempts to look everywhere but at you. his arms cage you in between them as his hands press against the ledge of a shelf to keep as much distance between the two of you as possible.

"you know... it's funny you mentioned that... the whole crush thing.. well not funny but..." even in the dark, you can see the pink flush growing in sanji's cheeks as he struggles to convey his feelings. you watch as the curly-browed blonde takes a moment to calm his nerves. "you're also the first crush i ever had..."

your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. it took you longer than you'd care to admit to remember how to breathe and form sentence just to reply to his confession. all your strength is going towards not dropping to your knees, bringing your voice barely to a whisper you reply "i can't believe you liked me all this time..."

the words spill out of sanji's mouth before his brain has time to catch up. "how could i not? i've been in love with you since we met. you just seemed to glow. everyone else was so dull compared to how brightly you shined. you radiated warmth and kindness, i couldn't help but be drawn to you." you can almost feel the warmth of sanji's blush due to your closeness.

the already-small space between the two of you is almost microscopic as you stepped forward to close the gap. looking up at the beautiful blonde man in front of you, you finally found the courage to tell him everything you wished you said before you parted from the baratie all those years ago.

"sanji.. you know... the first time i saw you, i thought my dream had finally come true. when i was a little kid, my imaginary ideal partner, looked exactly like you. i thought i had wished so hard that i conjured you into reality. i was the princess and you were my prince and it sounds silly now but..."

your rambling now cut short by the sound of sanji's voice, honeyed and slightly gruff, interrupting you with a question. "...can i kiss you?"

you faintly reply "i've only waited 16 years for you to ask.."

and before you know it, sanji's soft lips finally touch yours. his slow and gentle pace was torturous, and soon to be forgotten as your carnal hunger and desire for the blonde turned his kisses ravenous and rough. your whole body seemed to be buzzing at the sensation of his touch. years of lust and adoration only adding fuel to the fire.

hehehe the end...

for now..

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a/n: there will definitely be another installment of this fic, because i'm not nearly cruel enough to leave such a juicy cliffhanger AND make this a oneshot 😌 i had sooooo much fun writing this and i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did!!

a/n: bahaha i'm in peak loser mode tonight, writing one piece fanfic in my new one piece snuggie.... and im loving it *evil laugh*

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[clare-875]

Would you be willing to do One Piece characters with a reader who has a bunch of tattoos? And maybe if a person insults them or treats them differently because of it. I wore something with my tattoos visible and wasn't allowed into a business, I thought it would be a cool read 😂

Tattooed Hearts (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro)

Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader Summary: His reaction to someone treating you differently or being rude because of your tattoos. Warnings: Hurt, Comfort & Fluff, Female Reader A/N: I'm so sorry that happened to you, tattoos are such a beautiful form of self-expression and no one deserves that treatment!! I decided to do the monster trio for this fic, I hope you like it!! <3 [One Piece Masterlist] _____

- Luffy -

Luffy absolutely adores your tattoos and thinks the unique ways they cover your skin are the coolest. Of course, he does. You were already a badass girlfriend with the courage and strength to stand by him as he became the Pirate King. But the patterns and ink that adorn your skin spark his curiosity as much as they perfect the image of you.

That's why when you are both wandering the streets of an Island, he may not initially notice the treatment you receive because of your tattoos. Luffy is already quite an oblivious person, and so does not pick up on the subtle ways food vendors and shopkeepers look at you and your skin purposefully. He is simply in his head again, joyous about the prospect of trying new foods and embarking on an adventure.

However, if there is something Luffy can pick up on easily, it is when you are uncomfortable. He turns to you when you seem a bit quiet and you haven't been chiming into his idle words. He observes the way you keep your head lower than usual, your tension as you squeeze your hands tight and subtly look around you. His first instinct is to look for danger, but when he sees none he simply goes to the second best guess: that you were hungry.

So, he would unravel one of your clenched hands in his and beam widely. "Come on [y/n], that place looks nice!" You would feel uncertainty fill you as of course as you have noticed the unfriendly stares you have received. "Wait Luffy, I'm not sure that's such a good idea-" But your boyfriend as usual has dragged you to a food vendor before you can finish your words.

Almost instantly, your concerns are answered, as the man who runs the shop takes one look at you and frowns. He turns to an eager Luffy and instantly cuts off his abundance of orders. "Sorry, we don't have any food on offer today." Luffy's confusion is almost immediate as he turns to the vendor and then to the food that fills his stall. "What are you talking about, there's so much food there, stop being stingy!"

The vendor sighs and then turns to you, your lips downturn, knowing whatever he has to say to you won't exactly be a compliment. "Fine, we might be able to make an expectation for you, but don't think we're serving anything to your lady friend." Luffy's eyes spark dangerously at his words, impatience brimming as he finally starts to realise the bias the vendor has against you.

"Why? We're both hungry!" The man grimaces, turning away from you and ignoring Luffy's angry words. "Are you sure you can even afford this, with all that ink on your skin?" It only takes about a beat of a second, and suddenly instead of going to give the man a piece of your mind, he had disappeared from view: Luffy had punched him to the floor without even a second thought. "Lu-" you start, eyes wide at the sight, but Luffy's face is of a rage you only see in battle.

"Hey, old man. Stop being rude to [y/n]. We just wanted some food, if you're not going to give us that, you're a waste of our time."

- Sanji -

Sanji loves you, and your tattoos are one of the things he absolutely adores about you. The way they so intricately cover your skin, and the intimacy he finds when you tell him what they mean and why you got them provokes such love in him he can't describe. It feels like you are letting him in, and showing a part of you from your past, it feels like he is learning more about you; the person he loved. He loves running his hands over them, loves the way they almost perfect the image of you in his mind.

He wouldn't be able to believe if you ever told him you were treated differently because of them. It might honestly break his heart if he hears you have been insulted or refused certain things just because of the art form upon your skin. They were so perfect and beautiful, how could anyone think otherwise? How could anyone treat you that way? Unfortunately, however, you have already started to notice the sparing looks of the locals on the island you are both wandering, tinted with looks of displeasure.

Your boyfriend is of course too lost in your gaze to notice at first.

He only seems to notice when your rapid words have faded into unsure sentences, and your body language screams of discomfort he curses not to have recognised earlier. "Love, are you okay?" He asks, concern brimming in his eyes, and gaze darting around you, seeing if there was a danger he had yet to notice. He only then seems to see how some of the people who walk the streets are looking at you more than he would've liked. "Love if you want we can leave-"

You find yourself shaking your head, not wanting to be a bother to your boyfriend but also not being able to form a smile reassuring enough for him. "It's okay love, I'm okay. We can keep exploring, I know you still need to pick up groceries." Sanji looks to you, and struggles to believe your words but ultimately nods hesitantly. "Okay love but if you want us to leave you know I'll be happy to-"

It is at that moment, that Sanji catches the words of a man passing by and talking to a woman who nods at his words.

"Tattoos are for people who don't know better, she'll regret them soon enough."

Your heart clenches at his words and the woman's incessant agreement. They look to you purposefully and knowing that you can hear them. However, what they fail to notice is that Sanji is filled with a sort of rage he had never felt before. He freezes but his legs are aflame and the man who walks by him stops, as Sanji lets go of you gently and steps in front of him. His anger is almost untameable, but honestly, what would anyone expect when someone insults his girlfriend?

"Say that about [y/n]-san again, I dare you."

- Zoro -

Zoro would be lying to say he didn't think your tattoos were just perfect on your skin. Though not very open in his compliments, you can feel his adoration in late evenings, his favourite thing being lazily tracing the patterns on your bare skin before you fade to sleep. You were just so hot and he has to sometimes compose himself - cursing himself for acting like the idiot cook - when he sees your more subtle tattoos peak from beneath your clothes.

He could not fathom thinking any other way about the ink on your skin, more like he had never thought too much about it. Your tattoos were as part of you as much as your limbs were and he couldn't have it any other way. That's why he struggles to notice when people treat you differently because of the art on your skin. The two of you had been wandering around a town on the new Island you and your crew had docked when the incident occurred.

Zoro, as usual, had somehow been getting lost despite you telling him to stay by your side, and after the hundredth time reprimanding him, you had decided to hold his hand in yours. Zoro had surprisingly been silent when you took his hand in yours, and you grinned when you saw the light blush on his cheeks. "Aww is the big swordsman embarrassed." You tease and he looks down to you, glaring but not removing the hold you have on his hand. "Sh-Shut up woman!"

You had been rambling on as always and Zoro had been humming as you did, entering the conversation and adding his own quips when he deemed it necessary. It was a wonderful time until of course, you had let a silence take over when you noticed some of the women who walked the streets staring at you strangely. You are confused at first unsure of why their eyes are trained on you, until you register the words of a few girls who pass by.

"She'll regret them in a few years, trust me."

"Yeah, do you think her boyfriend will leave her then?"

"He's hot, he's probably regretting dating her already. I mean who wouldn't going out with that-"

Suddenly, there is a sharp shinging sound and in front of the girls who had just passed, there is now a very familiar sword making them come to a very sudden halt. Their frightened eyes travel upwards and to the very annoyed man holding said sword who looks at them with dangerous intent. You are surprised to see that Zoro had noticed, but of course, he had. He was very observant when it came to you, and immediately realised when you stopped talking, baring a look of discomfort as you watched women stare at you strangely.

There are many things that Roronoa Zoro may tolerate, but disrespect towards you is one of the things he would rather die than abide by. His face has taken on a shadowed expression and even the women who had stared at you along the streets have frozen in place and looked on with shock.

"Care to share more of your foolish thoughts? Oh, what's that? Suddenly I don't hear your annoying mumbling."

[thoughtssvt]

human!nanami kento x gn angel!reader

(lil angsty i think but it's just in the reader's head)

kento was perfect. it seemed like he always knew what to say. he was always sincere. you knew that whatever was going on between you two was genuine, but you still couldn't help that incessant feeling festering in the back of your neck. the one that told you that your only redeeming qualities came from your gift of being an angel. beautiful, ethereal, just. you weren't sure if there was anything more to you. sometimes he'd stare at you too long. you could feel his gaze behind your closed lids, his ghost of a touch grazing your cheeks as you lay on your belly, head rested on your stacked forearms, wings in a faux relaxed state— to keep up appearances and all.

is this all i really am?

you couldn't help but put vanity up for questioning as you're in the same position you've assumed so many nights before. on your stomach, eyes shut softly, your head resting on stacked forearms accompanied by kento's stare that always lingered a bit too long. though, this time tears streak down your face and you wince as kento's breath hits the raw skin of your back. pain burns across the expanse, your skin sensitive before but now that you'd lost the shield of feathers, well, you couldn't really tell which gave you greater pain. your mangled, torn wings, tattered and scabbed still pulsing with shame or the skin on your back that'd never seen the light of day.

you wanted to cower under his gaze, imagining the absence of the usual glint in his eyes. now that you'd lost the only thing you were how would he look at you? he was a nice man, you always knew that, the fact further solidified by the way he hadn't turned you away, yet. it was only a matter of time, you assumed. it'd been weeks since you last saw him and you come back like this?

"i knew it" he whispered, startling you too much to decipher the emotions he'd laced in his words.

a beat of silence passed allowing you to gather the courage to face the end of a chapter, your eyes widening as he cupped your face the glint in his eyes undeterred as he whispered sweetly.

"still as beautiful as ever"

A/N : sorry yall i've been gone for... i don't even know how long it feels like it's been forever. i have not been doing well mentally and i miss you all so much 🤧 just wanted to see you guys again. i love you all ♥️

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[d3vilcvntz]

PLSS WRITE MORE LEON 🙏🙏 that’s all im requesting but if you could make something rough w/older leon and younger reader??

leon s kennedy x top male reader

a/n : reader is around 24 and leon is 34 (10 years age gap). leon is afab again (obsessed with afab leon mb), reader's gender isn't really specified but written to have a dick

you've always looked up to him, he's the reason why you wanted to became a cop in the first place. something about him, attracts you. thankfully, your parents is quite powerful so you got yourself in the same place as him. working with him is your dream ever since he saved you when you were a teen. he might not remember you, but he's been on your mind since then

you were lucky enough to finally get him as your partner later on. all the sweat and tears were all worth it because now you're finally assigned together. actually working by his side feels so unreal for you. after months of being together and you basically flirting with him all the time, it finally happened.

you both were drunk and one thing lead to others. you confessed to him and he accepted, though he did hesitate at first because of your age gaps but still, it very much surprised you that he actually have feelings for you since you entered the agency but never really have the courage to say it to your face. he never really have time for relationships as he was always busy with works, but you were glad that he's willing to be in one with you.

it's your anniversary today, it has been 2 years since you've been together with him and everything went smooth. though, you did ended up arguing with him a few days ago.

it was over some stupid stuff. he keep saying things about how being with someone's old like him isn't really ideal and you should find someone your age. he even suggested for you to see other people that will suit you better, which breaks your heart a little because how can he suggested something like that when he knows that you love him very much :( don't he understand that you only wanted him and he's the only one that's perfect for you ?

but, you do understand his worries, he think too much about what others said. 10 years is a lot to others, but to you? you don't really care, he can be 50 and you'll still love him nonetheless.

and tonight, is the time you'll show him, how much you love him.

you prepared the room with flower petals on the floor, lightly scented candle on top of the bedside table, and a towel laid in the middle of the bed. now you're just waiting for him to come home, sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with your phone

he came home a few minutes later, with flowers in his hands, surprised by your preparations, he gave you a big smile "happy anniversary" he said, passing you the flowers "i..apologise for what i said before. i wasn't thinking right and i know that i hurt your feelings that time" he said, putting his hand on your face "it's okay, i am not mad about it anymore. it's our anniversary, so let's enjoy it to the fullest" you responded, putting your hand on top of his

the flowers he gave you are truly beautiful, but not as beautiful as him, laying on the bed. legs spread, face flushed. you specifically told him to wear a special made lingerie for him. it suits him perfectly, the white laces looks really good on him.

pushing the panties aside to take a look at his pretty pussy. playing with his clit and spreading his hole. it's so wet that you're sure you don't even need the lube. blowing air on it to make him shivered. "hurry" he demanded. he's so cute when he act like this , but you can't give in tonight. you thought of something that you've always wanted to try. suddenly raising your hand and

plap !

the sounds of his wet pussy meets your hand. his eyes were wide, mouth opened, feeling shocked of your sudden moves. you didn't say anything though, just flashed him your usual smile

plap !

"w-wait! stop" he said, trying to push your hands away "hmm you sure? looks like you're enjoying this" you teased him again, putting your fingers in his hole, your fingers sliding in so easily from how wet he is. sweet moans leaving his pretty lips. as he was enjoying it, you pulled your fingers out, which caught him off guard. as he was about to say something, you raise your hand again

plap !

you spank his pussy again "what...? what was that for?" he asked, confused and aroused at the same time. face flushed from embarrassment, he never felt like this before. he had no idea why you're doing this all of the sudden, like you're treating him more rougher than you ever did before. he's not used to this but, he doesn't hate it ♡

you didn't answer, instead, you land another spank on his pussy making him shuddered. he tried to struggle to get away from you but your grip is just too strong !

plap !

again

plap !

and again

plap !

as you spanked his pussy for the last time, he squirted all over your palm. you were shocked to see how he became just from being spanked on his pussy, guess he's really enjoying this.

tears are forming in his eyes, looking up at you. you just flashed him a smile before sitting right above his face, pulling out your dick from your underwear.

"suck" you told him. he was hesitant but did as he told. as he was going down on you, you pushed his head, forcing your cock to the back of his throat.

he was struggling to breath, hands gripping your thighs. you pull out, just to push it all in again. you were using him like a toy.

it felt too good for him, the way your cock reaches all the way to the back of his throat made his mind all blank, all he can think of is your cock ♡ the more you thrusts, the more he feels like he couldn't breath but, don't ever stop, because he's very much enjoying this.

you came deep inside his throat, making him swallowed it all. he knew that you weren't done with him as you grabbed the lube that you specifically put on the bedside and pour it all over your hand. "let's try something new" you said, moving his hair out of his face

before he even had the time to respond to what you just said, you push a finger in his asshole, the excessive amounts of lube making it quite easy to slide in. "feels weird" he whimpered, you shush him, playing with his clit to distract him from this unfamiliar feelings. slowly, you keep adding fingers until you feel like he's stretched enough

you positioned your dick right in his asshole. "w-wait" you slowly pushed your dick inside him, stretching him out. he's still quite tight despite all the stretching you did earlier. his hands gripping the sheets. you kiss him and played with his clit to ease him.

you finally pushed your cock all in, his pussy's juice dripping all over your hand. you started thrusting slowly but becoming rougher and faster as he eventually get used to it

you fingered his pussy as you thrust your dick inside of his asshole. his moans filling up the room "im close" he said, hands gripping your shoulders

you pushed his legs further to his chest, thrusting your dick deep inside him. your thrusts becaming sloppier now that you're close. you came inside him after a few more thrusts and he squirted all over himself right after. he's so easy to squirt <3 you're glad that you laid the towel down on the bed before or you'll have to do extra cleaning later on.

you pulled out and laid beside him, his head on your chest

"what was that all about ?"

he asked, his fingers drawing circle on your chest

"proving my love to you"