#myoneshot

[tuzi0usagi0bunbon0bunny]

Good.

this is an early Mother’s day thing. 

I just did this recently and i’ve been wanting to for a long time. I hope you guys would like it! probably would do more in the future.

Characters: gijinka!Baki, gijinka!Mothra, gijinka!Rhagor (mentions of gijinka!Godzilla) warning: Screaming baby, hints of postpartum depression(?) (search it if you want to know the meaning), crying, Godzilla is not a bad dad i promise. this isnt fully proof-read that much btw. 

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Nothing but the crackling sounds of fire are the only ambiance Baki has, Baki stares at the fire as its light and heat dance and burn against the wood She cut so it can keep on burning. Baki traces the gold marking that designed her robotic leg, its eerily similar gold marks shine from the fire's light. Baki's mind kept on repeating the same memory of the event. It won't stop and she wishes It could just go away. She closes her eyes as she breathes out slowly. Her dinner is getting colder by the second

Suddenly a piercing sound overlapped the fire's ambiance. The piercing sound is different, its wails are all too familiar. A baby. Did Mothra die again? She turns her head to the entrance of her cave, Not expecting to see a tired Mothra. Mothra as a whole did not look as elegant as she used to in public. Her hair is not elegantly styled like she used to be. Styled into a rushed but simple hair bun with only a single accessory probably meant to keep the somewhat bun up, Her clothes only consist of her robe and under it, her nightgown, and around her arm is a screaming child, Baki’s grandson. Baki saw Mothra’s face and knew what the problem was.

“Mother..” Mothra said her voice was already evidence of her tiredness. Baki barely heard it over the child’s wailing screams. 

Baki gives a sympathetic look as she extends her arm to her adopted daughter. Mothra sighs as she tiredly walks over to her mother as she bounces her screaming baby trying to calm him the least. Mothra gives an ‘oomph!’ as she sits next to Baki and leans her head on Baki’s shoulder as Baki caresses her shoulder for comfort. 

“Help me..” Mothra pleads, she winces at the baby's sudden loud wails.

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Not a minute goes by as the cave goes silent. Baki cooed at her grandson sleeping in her arms, sucking on his thumb. Mothra looks at the both fascinated by the sudden calmness of her child. Mothra slumps herself to the wall as she gives a loud sigh of relief. 

Baki giggles at that. “He’s got your face, I can tell you that,” Baki said as she then faced Mothra.

 “Mother, Baki, Whatever magic you have. Give it to me now” Mothra said.

Baki chuckles, “I don't have magic unlike you. You know that.”

“No mother. I mean...I mean this magic!” Mothra said as she extended her arms at Baki, 

emphasizing her.

 “I have been trying to make Rhagor stop crying and fall asleep for Five hours and you did those two in only under a second!” 

“Five Hours?, didn’t Godzilla try to help?”

“No. He is currently away to do his duties.” 

Baki's eyes furrow. 

“His Majesty didn’t help you to calm the babe?”

“Mother please is not like that. I told him I could handle it and that he should do his work today. And man do I regret it. He did try to stay though I can tell you that. But we both know that he has work to attend to.” Mothra said as she looked at her baby. 

She smiled at her child. Sleeping peacefully. Mothra used the back of her finger to softly caress her child's cheek causing the babe to flinch. Mothra immediately pulled back but luckily the Baby continued to sleep. 

Baki watches Mothra’s expression quickly to a depressing look. “Somethings in your mind, What are you thinking child?”

Mothra closes her eyes as if trying to keep her expression in check. She opens her eyes once more as she solely focuses on the sleeping baby. Her sleeping baby.

“I’ve tried everything. I fed him, cleaned him, sang to him, and paced around the room until my legs hurt just for him to be calm. But still, he didn't. I tried flying hoping the feeling of flight would calm him but, no he just screamed louder as his little hands held tight to me. I scared him. I frightened my baby” Mothra said as her eyes started to leak tears. 

“A-and when I stopped and tried to calm him to let him know that he shouldn't be scared and t-that I'm here. But he just kept on crying and crying.” Mothra inhales deeply as her emotion overcomes her. “Then I saw your island and knew that I should go and ask for help and...” 

Mothra looked at her mother in tears and snot covered her face. She was never scared to be vulnerable around her mother.

Mothra then remembered the time where She and Godzilla were planning to start a family. And during this, she excitedly told Baki her plans. She remembers Baki giving her an excited look with a hint of sadness in them, She remembers Baki’s hands cupping both of her cheeks as her thumbs caressed her cheek.

You’re going to be a good mother, my Queen.

“Momma..I-I am not a good mother. Mommy all the simple things a mother could do I couldn't even do. I can't even-”

 Mothra didn't get to finish her sentence as Baki embraced her, crushing Mothra’s face into her shoulder, grounding her. Mothra returns the embrace as she holds onto Baki tightly.

Baki pulls away as she places her forehead against Mothra's forehead. 

“You are a good mother Mothra.”

“I am not..”

“Yes, you are.” Baki holds Mothra’s face as she makes Mothra look at her. 

“Look at your child Mothra. He is healthy, he is heavy and he is happy. you feed him, you give him the love that he needs and you care for him. He is a lucky baby.” 

“But I couldn't put him to sleep I-”

“Yes, you couldn’t. You needed my help, and needing my help doesn't make you less of a mother than you are now. You know by asking me for help you knew that could calm him down. You knew what was best. You are a good mother, Mayona.” Baki said as she placed a kiss between Mothra’s brow.

“Never think that because of this moment, you aren't a good mother.”

Mothra was stunned and emotional at her mother's words not noticing that Baki had passed the sleeping child over to her. Rhagor stirred but quickly went back to sleep when he felt it was his mother who was holding him. He grunts contently as his small hand comes to grip tightly on his mother's nightgown not wanting to be separated from her. 

“Even your babe knows it. You are good Mayon-a. You are good.”

Baki said as she embraced Mothra, placing another kiss on her temple as Mothra continued to cry, holding her son tightly as ever.

[d1s1ntegrated]

thinking thoughts today

thinking about shigaraki losing a match on his game and coming over to you, laying in his bed, and taking his frustration out on you in the form of aggressive kisses, nips, and pathetically rutting into your thigh. thinking about how he would ask you if you think he's a loser, and having to listen to him grumble about how useless his teammates were, all while he's panting and shaking on your lap. he'll get himself off on your plush thighs, shoving his face into your chest and moaning feverishly into the nape of your neck, making a pure mess of himself. once he's finished, he'll get right back up, slip back into his chair, pop his headset back on, and the cycle will repeat.

[brrokenx-blog]

Sleepy Tom💞💗💖💓💕

"Hey, you awake?", you heard Tom whisper.

Tom and you were at a sleepover together with a group of people and you'd only just stuck up the courage to speak to him.

Already you loved the way he spoke, the way his eyes lit up whenever he told a story, the way he could laugh at anything.

In all honesty he just made you smile.

"Yes", you whispered back, feeling your body alight with the excited energy you felt whenever around him.

"Okay" whispered Tom turning to face you.

Of course he looked adorable, his hair was sticking up from sleeping and his eyes were still half closed.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?", you asked, looking into his eyes.

You'd never been this close to him before and already you could hear the pace of his breathing speed up slightly as he leant closer to your face.

"I want to talk about you", he said.

[chase-the--wind]

There a moments that the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable "Mr. Stark…I don’t feel so good-"

[gguksgalaxy]

Luxe Caramel

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #3

AU: Pianist!Baekhyun, ???!Au Genre: Smut Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Wordcount: 1031 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Smut A/N: This is the third one guys, you know the drill, comment for more, if it reached the desired amount of notes we’ll see about more ;)

His hands were everywhere, smoothing over your sides, tugging at your hair. You felt his chest heave against yours as he pressed you into the mattress. Hot breath fanning out of your neck, before he kissed the skin, sucking, scraping his teeth over it till you were a whimpering mess in his embrace.

“Baekhyun.” You breathed, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck. He smelled heavily of his cologne, the tinge of it filling your nose along with the scent of sweat and your own perfume. 

He hummed, moving his kissed further down your body as you pulled him closer to you with your legs. His lips were smooth against the top of your chest, tongue darting out to taste you there. It was hot in the back of the car, the material scarping against your back as he rocked his hips into you slowly. He was taking too long for your liking, stringing you along in his game like he owned you. And he did.

Your hands traveled down the planes of his back, his muscles shifting with his every movement. He was playing you like a fine instrument, in control of every little sound he had you make. The way his fingers danced over your body like they did with his piano, perfectly altering pressure when he needed to, creating symphonies in the form of your pleasure.

He looked up at you when his mouth descended over your nipple, eyes dark with desire. Baekhyun was expensive, exquisite, so at home here in the back of his Rolls Royce, unlike you. There was a way in which he exuded his status, how he held himself, that made your knees weak.

With deft hands, you helped him out of his pants, quickly pulling him back to you. He was warm, hot almost, as it was freezing outside. The material of the seat was becoming slippery with your sweat, as he finally dragged his fingers up your folds. So slowly, barely touching you.

You keened high in your throat when he slipped a finger inside, his eyes studying the way your back arched of the seat. For Baekhyun, his fingers were what he owned his money with. And you felt it, in his firm strokes and soft taps against your clit. “Baek.” You moaned, reaching out for him, clawing your nails over his shoulder.

He chuckled. “You’d do with only my hands for the rest of your life, wouldn’t you?”

Could you even tell him no? Another moan escaped your lips as you tried to answer him. He’d set out to take you to dinner, but you’d never made it. There was nothing innocent in the way his hand had skimming your thighs under the dress that he’d bought for you. Embroidered with real crystals and made of the finest silk. He’d set out to show you off, to government officials and his fellow musicians at one of the biggest events of the year. But now he was just showing off to you, as per usual.

You keened again, as his fingers slowly moved inside of you. With a hand you reached for him, trying to pull him closer.

“Use your words Dolce.” He mused, light smirk playing on his lips as he whispered his little nickname for you. His hair colour reminded you of Dulce the Leche, a soft caramel flavour that you loved.

“Want you.” You mumbled, closing your eyes in sheer pleasure. “Please.”

He chuckled. “But you have me already.”

Your body rocked as he pinched you lightly, your mouth falling open. He was always one to drag everything out as long as possible. Every single one of your interactions were inspirations to hime. Goodmornings under his silk sheets, hot nights spent in his piano room when he got frustrated with the large instrument, or passionate spur of the moment things like this. Sex, in the back of his car.

“Baek.” You whined, not one to easily give him what he wanted when it came to words. Everything he did to you, ever push and pull inside of you, every little touch, pinch, flick, was more than enough to make you feel like heaven, but not enough to send you into ecstasy. He knew that.

He scolded you, with a familiar glean in his eyes, before he came back over you, chest brushing yours. Your hands ran through his hand, and up his side. Baekhyun kissed you, lips enveloping yours, tongues dancing to a melody he was creating in his mind. He slowly pushed inside of you, rocking his body against yours softly, savouring every moment he got like this.

Like always, he created the perfect tempo, with dips and spikes that made you see stars. How long you’d been here, you didn’t know, but everything felt good. Until it felt too good and your body stilled and shivered beneath him in a silent crescendo. He followed you, face buried in your neck, fingers bruising your hips.

An hour later you arrived at the venue, 2 hours too late but just in time for his performance. His friends had looked at him with curious eyes, and looked at you with judgements. He’d briefly introduced you to some, before he left you alone with Chanyeol’s wife to take place behind his piano. Chanyeol was his manager, his wife was 2 years older than you, you got along well. She knew her way around the world of riches and music, like her husband.

Baekhyun started playing, creating a pattern of goosebumps on your skin in a way that only he could. From behind the glossy black grand piano he looked at you with a loving smiles. His eyes closed, deft fingers dancing over ivory keys in a way you’d never heard. This composition was new, it was slow, painfully so, making you want more. You wanted the speed, a firmer touch of the keys. But he wouldn’t give it.

This was inspired by what had happened, in the car. You helped him create the most beautiful melodies like these, because he loved you. Because you made him love you. Why? Because he’d made a deal with your employer, the devil.

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[itishebihime-samaforyou]

Nightmare | Vinsmoke family

Fandom: One Piece

Rating: General

Word Count: 1.259

Genre: Family | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff

Summary: AU where the Vinsmokes have each other’s backs. [multiple one-shots]

Note: In which Sanji has a nightmare and his siblings wake him up.

Note 2: I wasn’t sure if I should go with a fiction or one-shots, but then I was like ‘one-shots it is’ cause like you can get so many things out and come up with so much too. I’m sleep deprived so I apologize ahead if nothing makes sense. I know I don’t make any sense either, but popcorn. I also wasn’t sure which one to end first (there’s one more in the work), but I went for the nightmare one and I hope you like it asdfghjkl I’m not the best writer there is, but feedback is appreciative. (*´꒳`*)

Tagging @askstrawhatsanji since you motivated me to write it.

Fanfiction

“No…” Sanji whined and tossed in his bed, sweating. “D-don’t lock me…” he mumbled and turned the other way. He shuddered, the blankets on the ground beside his bed. He laid on the side and pulled his legs to his chest, a whimper escaping his lips. “P-please…”  

Ichiji opened his eyes and groaned. Having another restless night after rough training, he was aching for some good sleep. He let out a sigh and turned on his stomach. Just as he was about to close his eyes, his head snapped up when he heard a sob. He straightened up on his bed and looked at Niji, who was lying on bed, one of his hands scratching his stomach. He was sleeping.

“Not him…” Ichiji murmured to himself and looked at Yonji, who laid not too far from him. Yonji was mumbling under his breath, but he was asleep as well. Narrowing his eyebrows, he looked at Sanji and frowned.  

“I-I’ll be good…” Sanji sobbed and curled in a ball.

Jumping off his bed, Ichiji looked around, his eyes meeting with Niji’s, who was now wide awake. He looked at Yonji, who groggy sat up and rubbed his eyes before he became completely alerted at the sound of sobs. The three brothers looked at each other with quiet nods. They stepped on the ground and walked to Sanji’s bed.  

Ichiji leaned on Sanji’s bed and observed his brother. He blinked in silence and reached out his hand. His finger was millimeters away from his cheek when he gulped, hesitating.  

“What are you waiting for?” Niji hissed.

“W-what if he starts crying?” Ichiji looked at him.

“Well would you rather see him wake up whole mansion or only hear him cry and wake up whole mansion either way?” He asked with a frown.

Ichiji groaned and looked back at Sanji, who whimpered. “Sanji…” His voice was quiet like a mouse; almost a whisper.

Niji gave him a look of bafflement before he looked at Yonji, who was quietly standing behind Ichiji. He was holding on his pajama. “Where is Reiju?” he looked back at Ichiji, who immediately looked around the room.

“Did she even come last night?” Ichiji asked.

Niji shrugged while Yonji narrowed his eyebrows. Their attention was back on Sanji, who startled like something scared him.

“Sanji,” Ichiji called and shook his brother.

“N-no…” Sanji shivered.

“Oi, Sanji,” Niji followed and poked his brother in the cheek. “Wake up…” he called, but Sanji only tossed. He frowned when he spotted Yonji on Sanji’s bed, looking at him before he leaned down and shook him with both hands.

“Sanji, wake up.” Yonji called rather loud. Yet he continued to sleep. “Weird…” he murmured and looked at Ichiji and Niji. “Doesn’t Sanji usually wake up when he has nightmares?” he asked.

“He does,” Ichiji nodded. “Must be more serious now…” he said and climbed on bed, Niji following right after. “Hey, Sanji!” He called louder and shook him.

Sanji snapped his eyes open and sat up, startling the three brothers. He was shivering as he stared in front of himself, breath hitched. “S-sorry…” He stammered when he saw all three of them watching him in silence and worry. He averted his gaze, his eyes tearing up. He hiccuped and wrapped arms around himself.

The first one to react was Ichiji, who scooted to Sanji and hugged him. “It’s okay.” He spoke in soft voice. “It was only a bad dream.” he didn’t like to say it was nightmare, knowing Sanji was more expressive than they were.

“Who should I punch in the morning?” Yonji spoke, his voice suddenly serious.

Ichiji, Niji and Sanji looked at Yonji, who stared at Sanji before he burst out laughing. Now it was their turn to look at Sanji, who was laughing. His laughter was rather quiet, but contagious. No sooner all four of them were laughing. They didn't hear the footsteps that stopped right outside their bedroom.

“My question still remains.” Yonji said after they calmed down and sat on bed in a small circle.

“It’s nothing…” Sanji scratched his head and looked away.

“What did you dream about?” Niji didn’t hesitate to ask.

“Niji,” Ichiji shot him a glare and cast a worried glance at Sanji, who quietened down. “It’s okay, Sanji. You don’t have to tell us if-”

“D-dad locked me away…” Sanji stuttered.

Everything became quiet. Ichiji’s expression changed into unreadable, but his eyes widened when he processed. Niji gaped while Yonji quietly stared at Sanji, looking for something.

“I was scared…” Sanji continued and pulled legs to his chest, leaning chin on top of his knees. His eyes teared up once more. “I don’t like dark places, but he locked me away and didn’t give me food.”

No one said a word, but Yonji was the first one to move. He sat closer to Sanji and wrapped his arms around him. Sanji widened his eyes and tears began streaming down his cheeks. Ichiji was second to wrap his arms before he looked at Niji. With a silent groan, Niji scurried and hugged Sanji around his neck, making them fall down on bed. All four groaned, but they laughed.

“There’s no way we’ll let dad lock you away.” Ichiji spoke. “You’re our brother and we have your back.”

“That’s right,” Niji agreed. “If anyone has a problem with you, he’ll have to deal with us.”

“And be sure we’ll kick their ass no matter the size.” Yonji ended.

Sanji looked from one to another before his lips turned up in a wide smile. “I got your back too.” He said.

They smiled and snuggled closer to each other. Sanji felt and knew he was safe as he drifted back to sleep.

Reiju quietly skipped down the hallway until she stopped in front of doors. She smiled at the worker that passed her by and opened the doors. Peeking inside, she frowned when she saw first bed empty. With a frown on her face, she opened doors wider and looked at second bed, seeing it empty as well.

“Ichi...ji?” She looked on next bed and blinked in surprise. Her lips turned up in a wide smile when she saw all four brothers sleeping on Sanji’s bed. They were all snuggling closer to Sanji. The moment she was standing beside and tried reaching out to poke at Sanji’s cheek, Yonji groaned.

Looking at the youngest brother in amusement, she looked at the oldest, who swatted her hand away. She chuckled and shook with head, before she rushed back to doors when she heard her father’s voice.

“Yes, father?” She called, closing the doors behind.

“Where are the boys?” he asked and looked at doors.

“They weren’t in the room.” she answered. “I think they’re already in the dining room or they went out.” She said and tilted head to the side. Judge shook with head and continued walking away.

Reiju’s lips betrayed her as they turned into a small smile, followed by a chuckle that was heard behind her hand. She looked back at doors, hearing murmurs of her brothers. Looking back in front she quietly walked after her father towards dining room, letting them sleep for a while more. She will protect them even if it is against their own father.

[hayffiebird]

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate, Chapter 1

Haymitch and Effie reunite after the war, when an unexpected event knocks them off course. Chapter 1 of 3. Very very light M rating Chapter 1 Peeta’s shirt clung to him with sweat as he dug the shovel into the earth, digging up his second rosebush for the day. Once upon a time the groundskeeper had planted them there. The Victor’s Village used to overflow with Snow’s favorite bloom but no more. Where the bushes used to be, primroses now bloomed and marigolds and daffodils and rue flowers. It was for Katniss but not only. Ever since the boy returned to Twelve, gardening had worked therapeutically for him. A way to focus and soothe his mind. The steady sound of the shovel was what finally woke Haymitch. The old mentor lay sprawled out on the couch in nothing but a shirt that needed washing weeks ago and a pair of sad old underwear. He groaned as reality brought on the throbbing headache that was as routine for him as peeing in the morning. Haymitch lifted his hand and waved it helplessly in the air as if to ward off the shovel. Why could he never remember to pull those damn curtains together? He shadowed his face with his hand and that’s when he realized he wasn’t alone.

Effie sat there, on the very edge of his old armchair where springs stuck out through the stuffing and his skin crawled from déjà vu. How many times had he seen her at his house this time of year, collecting him for the reaping? He lost count. “I see you picked up where you left off.“ Effie glanced at the empty liquor bottles that littered the floor. Her strawberry hair fell freely down her shoulders. He still wasn’t used to see Effie like she really was, without all that crap she put on her face and her crazy outfits. She looked younger, washed out, more vulnerable. He grunted something about pants and heaved himself up. He found them thrown aside in the kitchen of all places and pulled them on, in no hurry to go back to her. Seeing his old escort only brought back memories from her last visit and they hadn’t gotten less embarrassing with time. He never planned on fucking her when she brought Peeta home, back in March but that’s still how he wound up. He sucked at goodbyes; didn’t do well with any change and when she embraced him he felt it in his bones that he’d never see her again despite her promise that she would return. That’s why he kissed her and everything deteriorated from there. It was pathetic. Quick and with no elegance whatsoever. He thrust himself into her once, twice and then it was over. It’d been so long since he last had a woman and Effie’s warmth and tightness overwhelmed him. He came hard, couldn’t hold back. He just emptied all he had in her. Effie wasn’t even close. Afterwards they were both so embarrassed and uncomfortable they didn’t know where to look or what to do with themselves. “Take care of them,” she mumbled. “I will,” he muttered back and Effie got her bag and slipped out the door, like she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. And yet, here she was. Haymitch took some water in his hands and splashed it on his face. He rinsed out the bad taste in his mouth, snapped the seal on a bottle, drank. Better. Much better. The telltale clicking of heels approached and he knew without looking that Effie watched from the door. “Guess it’s my own fault you couldn’t call me,” he said and turned around with the bottle in hand. “Went and broke it again. Don’t think you’ll be able to fix it this time, sweetheart. Sorry.” He stretched out with a grunt and scratched his stomach. “Why you here? Forgot somethin’?” “I’m pregnant.” The silence that followed after she uttered those words was so thick it was palpable. Effie watched him, tired and unsmiling, waiting for him to respond but Haymitch couldn’t get a single word out. He stood there frozen, his grip on the bottle so tight his fingertips shone white and bloodless. “I just found out. My doctor…” He saw her lips move but he couldn’t hear her, couldn’t make sense of the words. His ears rang. Everything blurred together. “Haymitch?” He felt a pressure against his arm and through the black spots that filled his vision a pair of worried, blue eyes appeared. She kept her hand against his arm, steadied him until he could see her face again. “You’re pregnant?” he croaked. He wanted her to deny it. To tell him it was all just a bad joke. It couldn’t be true! But Effie only nodded. “Nine weeks.” “You told me…” Haymitch rasped. “You told me you can’t get pregnant. That’s what you said.” “I know. I know you’re upset…” “Upset?“ All the blood drained from his face was returning, fast. ”You’re dropping a fucking bomb on me, Eff! You can’t be pregnant! How can you be pregnant when your doctor said it’s impossible!?” “I don’t know!” “I can’t have a kid, Eff! You know I never wanted kids!” “I didn’t plan it, Haymitch.” “I can’t have a kid!” “What do you want me to say! I don’t know how it could happen. It just did!” He cursed and smashed his bottle against the wall, making her jump. The liquid flowed down the yellowed, torn wallpaper. “It was all just a stupid mistake! Christ, one time! How can you do this to me, Eff? “You think I wanted this!?” Effie cried. “You think I came here that day in the hopes that you would father my child? All I wanted was to go over Dr. Aurelius’s instructions with you! That’s all! Only you decided to jump me!” “Do not pin this on me, Eff! You screwed up! You and your moron doctor so don’t you fucking blame me! You can’t just waltz in here and make me have a kid! How do I even know it’s mine? For all I know you could have screwed everyone in…” The slap hit his face so hard he staggered back a step. “Of course it’s yours, you pathetic, horrible worm!" Effie’s eyes swam with tears. "I am so stupid! To believe you would take responsibility! You’re a good-for-nothing drunk and that’s all you ever will be! But don’t you worry, Haymitch, have it your way! It’s only your child. And I will do this on my own!”

Author’s note: This story got longer than I expected so there will be two more chapters after this. :) Reviews are love and always appreciated! Chapter 2 will be up next weekend

[konquestnow]

Roberto Sanchez Ahorita No Manana Produced Gold MyOneShot Contest Beat Sway Calloway

[d1s1ntegrated]

Fugk shigrli LSOEE LOSER SHIGARAKI PLZ PLS SAVE MEEUGHHHH...can yu do..like THIS SOUNDS CRINGE BUT READER ISEKAI AND THEY R OBSESSD W SHIGARAKI,,, like, they get plopped down into his bar, they explain his lore to him, his fanarts, shiparts ALL OF THAT🙏🎀

Love u munch plz dont die

love u too munch!! hope u enjoy <3

i died violently in a car crash and all i got was this weirdo virgin!

shigaraki x isekai!reader

cw: no use of "y/n" (i used "______" instead!), fem reader, loser shigaraki (aka early chapter shiggy), virgin!shigaraki, isekai, tw: implications of death/major trauma, car crash, oral (male rec), loss of virginity, slight musk kink if you squint, kinda canon shiggy? rough sex, unprotected, pathetic virgin moment lol, teasing, missionary, p/v sex, choking implied for a few seconds, desperation, premature ejaculation, sliiiiiight breeding kink? if u squint

not proofread! pls dont eat me im sorry but its 5am i dont have the energy to edit rn!!!!!!!

you don't know how it happened. there was a sharp, hollow static, paired with the feeling of drowning, choking, sputtering. you could hear screaming, you could feel the branches interlocking with your innards, pinning you to the car seat. but...everything was so soft, so light...

until it wasn't.

you figured heaven would be a little less daunting than this. even atheists could dream up a place better than this.

but here you were, plopped onto a worn stool, a long mahogany bartop splayed in front of you. maybe it was a sick joke, maybe this bartop was the tree you lost your life to. maybe it was one big metaphor. either way, the leather was sticking to your legs already, a loose nail prodding at your thigh as you shifted in your seat. there was a strange smell here, a mixture of sweat and blood and something smoky, and you couldn't place whether you liked it or not. you tapped your fingers against the worn wood for a moment before glancing around the sullen room.

it looked so very familiar. worn furniture, brick walls, and a dingy carpet splattered the room like dollhouse furniture. the bar was fully stocked, but no one was tending to it. there were a few rooms down a hall, but nothing you could recognize. across from you, a little tv sat, with a torn poster of something you felt on the tip of your tongue. you forced yourself to move, standing from the seat and rubbing your eyes as you approached the wall. with a shaky hand, you wiped dust from the ripped paper, revealing a heroic-looking man. little holes scattered the image, as if it had been used as a dart board. bold writing splayed beneath his portrait read: "ALL-MIGHT", and like a crashing wave, everything came flooding back. your favorite manga series, my hero academia, had a bar similar as the base for the league of villains. you sucked in a sharp, excited breath as your eyes took in another look of the room. maybe this was heaven.

but...this shit doesn't happen in real life. isekai's were a favorite trope of yours, like re:zero or konosuba, yes, now you remembered- you had loved the idea of another world rather than death or rebirth. maybe it was your version of heaven. you bit your nail at the idea of being able to see the base for yourself. sure, it wasn't at all what you had imagined it to be- it wasn't as enchanting, per se, as you had thought. but it was...all in front of you. as you swallowed your discoveries, a squeal of joy erupted from your core. shit, your core. your body, fuck, was it okay? you lifted your shirt, expecting to see the gory visual of your death still imprinted on your skin...but it was gone. as if it had never happened. shit. this isnt so bad then, right?

but something surely was missing. and no, it wasn't your life. well, technically yes it was, but fuck that, who cares? what you really were missing was them. if this was a true isekai...

the sound of metal clanging sends a freezing shock through your bones. you whip around in time to see a very battered and bloody league stumbling in, kurogiri rushing to the bar to grab supplies. you stay silent as you watch them all individually groaning and pushing each other for a seat, too scared to say a fucking word. sure, your obsession was there, but it was all-too-intimidating when they're right in front of you. your breath is stuck in your chest, until a voice shatters your glass-persona.

"boss? who the FUCK is that?" a raspy voice slices the air and you feel everyone's stares fall onto you.

your eyes widen as shigaraki slumps out of his seat wordlessly and slinks over to you, hand extended. he's much larger than you thought he'd be. his frame towers over you slightly as he approaches, a sinister smile creeping up on his cracked lips.

"good question, spinner" his teeth are bared, and he's inches from you now as you shake. "who the FUCK are you?" he repeats the question, a sickening twist in his voice that shows he's really not in the mood to talk. without hesitation, you slip underneath him and head for the door, but he grabs you before you reach it. he yanks you back with four fingers, his grip deadly on the back of your shirt. in a panic, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"please! i'm sorry! fuck, i'm your biggest fan i promise! i don't know how the fuck i got here i just died and woke up here pleasedon'tturnmeintoashesi'msorry!" your voice is rushed and trembling, but he releases you onto the ground with a thud. you catch your breath as you stand, wiping the dirt from your legs.

"...the fuck?" dabi's voice rings through the thick silence, and the group breaks into a bellowing laughter. except for shigaraki. he stands over you, a wide, confused expression on his face.

"fan? so you've heard of us?" his smirk reappears as he couches down into your face, and you nod rapidly.

"yes, yes, i know all of you, you're my favorite characters!" you point at all of them, reciting their names. toga's smile consumes her entire face as you do so, and grabs onto twice's arm as she squeals.

"characters? tch, what are we to you?" shigaraki shakes his head as he looks down at you.

your expression falls as you realize they all have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about. you take a deep breath and begin infodumping about "my hero academia", your favorite manga. everything from deku and his quirk, to all might, to the league itself. shigaraki finally backs up a step and offers you space to stand, and you do so. he nods as you recite the plot, his eyes widening in confusion and anticipation. when you run out of breath, he raises a finger to you, and you go silent.

"she sounds fucking crazy..." twice mutters sing-songy through his teeth. you chuckle nervously as shigaraki glances to the rest of the group, still bleeding and beaten.

"tend to your wounds elsewhere. i want a minute alone with...this thing." he gestures with a curled lip to you and you wave awkwardly. the group sighs and exits to their own spaces, toga examining you head-to-toe before bouncing away, exclaiming: "okay, but i want her when you're done!".

you cant help the anxious fiddling as he guides you to the worn stools again. he throws himself in one next to you, poppy irises still fixated on you with furrowed brow. he scowls at you, but says with a hint of amusement, "tell the truth now". his voice has a twinge of agitation to it, and you smile weakly at him.

"that's the truth, i swear" you start, and he shakes his head. you can feel the annoyance leeching off of him, and you start your next sentence very carefully.

"have you ever heard of an isekai?" you drag the words as if it would prevent your death, and he nods. "okay okay, good. so i think that's what happened. see, i'm not from here, as you can tell...and i died in a car crash, really brutal shit man, like literal sticks in my lower intestines and shit, that sucked balls." you trail off as you describe the fatality and he sighs.

"sorry, i got carried away. but yeah, basically, no need for an introduction on your part, i already know everything about you". you smile gingerly as he raises an eyebrow at you and scratches at his neck.

"mhm. everything, eh?" he leans into you again now and your breath hitches. you can smell him now, and it's unlike anything you could have imagined. the smell of sweat is combined with a faint sugared citrus scent. it's strange, honestly you didn't imagine he'd smell like anything more than a general stink, but he isn't unpleasant in the slightest. he's also all-too-close to your face, and you're able to see every patch of dry skin, scar, and scrape on his delicate pale face. strands of powdery blue hair drape around his face, and he pushes it back with a brutish movement as he takes in the image of you. you fight the urge to reach out and touch him as he speaks again, his breath on your face.

"what else do you know about me then, hmm?"

him being that close to you was overwhelming as fuck, and it takes a minute to reboot your brain and respond.

"well, fuck i don't have my phone" you exclaim as you pat your pockets down.

"need mine?" he slips his out of his hoodie pocket with two fingers and you shake your head shyly. "no thank you" you creak out, and shrug.

"well, basically, you're like, all over social media. and people really love you" you start, and a smirk forms on his face again.

"so, in another world i'm...people like me? in this other world...do i kill all might?" he says excitedly, snaking his long fingers together with a clap.

"well," you start, "sometimes?" you bite your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "people write stories about you, and draw you, hell, some people even cosplay you..."

"cosplay? like...dress up? like me?" he says shocked, and you respond with a content "mhm!"

"...in your other world, do i win?" he smiles manically and you frown. you know his fate in your world. but maybe, in his, it's different. maybe you can lie to him.

"yes." you recall the recent manga leaks and chapters, and force a smile out. "you win, victoriously. and...you're the best villain!"

he leans back in his seat, a cocky look on his face as he folds his arms. "and society...does it fall?"

"you make it yours, shigaraki" you nod, distracting yourself from the blatant display of his death that replays in your mind.

"excellent" he hisses out. "tell me how i do it".

you shake your head. "i promise i can!" a look of determination overcomes you, your confidence way too high for someone who just got obliterated by a fucking tree branch. "if...if i can join you, i can show you everything from my world and help you" you propose, fighting off the aching in your chest. he glares at you for a moment and purses his lips.

"hmph. i'll consider it" he raises a brow and you respond with a tight, flat grin. he rolls his eyes as you shimmy closer to him. at this point, he hasn't killed you, and fuck it, if you die again, who knows where you'll go.

"did you know that a lot of people want to fuck you?" you blurt out, and he chokes on air.

"WHAT?"

"yeah, and they write about it all the time. and draw it, too. they also think you and dabi are together, sometimes you and spinner, hell i've even seen you and eraserhea-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouts out, and you laugh. you feel the excitement from before come rushing back, making you slightly delirious next to this definitely unstable and unhealthy villain.

"yeah! in my world, you're like, so hot" you giggle.

"i'm going to need you to shut the fuck up while i process that" he raises a hand and takes a deep breath.

he takes a few seconds, rubbing his temples and sighing. "...in what world would i fuck dabi?"

you laugh, violently, and he grimaces. you cant reply, so you just shrug as your laughter continues to startle him.

"well, a lot of people also think you're," you whisper the next part, "a virgin". he scowls at this and flattens his lips. he doesn't respond, which causes you in your delusional state to scooch closer to him.

"...is that true?" you ask quietly, and he glares at you. you take his silence as a yes, and nod.

"hmm. thought so" you reply with approval, slightly satisfied your favorite headcanon was very much true. he grits his teeth and stands from his seat, stretching a bit before walking away with a huff. you immediately fling yourself off your own seat and follow him.

"you know, that's not a bad thing!" you say behind as he trudges down the hall. he flings open a door and slams it in your face, sending you back a bit. you frown, not realizing how far you've been pushing it. you reach for the doorhandle and somehow, it's not locked. you push the old wood and enter slowly, the smell of dirty laundry and that same citrus smell enveloping your senses. he groans as he meets your gaze and you smile sheepishly.

"hey, sorry, i'm not sure why that of all things bothered you..."

he rolls his eyes and flops onto his bed. the springs creak with exasperation as his weight squishes against the old frame.

"of course an idiot like you wouldn't understand. even in your world i'm still somehow seen as a loser" he grumbles and you bite your cheek. you close and lock the handle behind you, and shuffle over to the bed. you dont sit, but you sway slightly as you watch him. his body is more defined from this angle, you can see the gentle muscles under his tshirt-his hoodie has been flung onto the floor with the rest of the clothes-and his baggy pants fall just low enough to expose his porcelain skin just above the waistband of his boxers. you take him in with a greedy stare as you plan your next response.

"...well, yes, but...we all think it's hot." the words startle him and he sits up slightly.

"we??" his eyes narrow, "you're one of them?"

you cringe and nod slowly. "sorry, shiggy, but if its any consolation" he cuts you off with a snap-

"i should kill you right now and send you back to your other world".

your hands fidget uncomfortably at your sides and you fight the urge to take off sprinting again. seems as though when you died, your proper judgement died with you. you sit slowly on the edge of his worn mattress and raise your hands in defeat.

"i don't think that's how it works. if i die again here, i'll just be sent somewhere else, and then i can't help you". he interjects with a quiet "ughhh", and you shrug. "like i was saying, if its any consolation, everyone who does think you're a virgin just wants to fuck you all the more. so in my world you get like, infinite bitches" you grin, and he frowns again.

"are you also one of those freaks?" he retorts, and you wince.

"hmph. checks out. mystery girl from mystery world shows up and says i, quote, get infinite bitches, and allegedly wants to fuck me" he throws his hands up in defeat. "i don't suppose you actually want that, just the idea of it, hm? i'm sure you get off on your world's portrayal of me. for all i know though, you could be lying, you could be a narc little NPC that works for the heroes, and they sent you to weaken me. i don't think i'll fall for it this time, idiot. get out." he points furiously at the door and you pout, folding your arms.

"fair assumption, but with all due respect, even if i were a spy, i don't think i'd be so stupid as to lock myself in a room with you" you motion to the locked door, and he huffs.

"prove you aren't then." he challenges, and you very quickly oblige. at this rate, you're living a fanfiction fantasy and you're thanking that tree branch more and more. you yank your shirt off and climb into his lap, choking out an exclamation from him. you straddle him and almost immediately feel him harden underneath you, eyes blown wide in shock as you wrap your arms around his frame and plant your lips on his. they're cracked and dry, but you couldn't care less. it feels like death all over again, the swirling static enveloping you as you taste him on you. a sweet twinge of blood and candy and salt coats your tongue as you slip it in past his lips, swallowing him whole. he whines as you tug on his tangled hair, rutting into you from below desperately. his body is already shaking, a silent plea as you grind down into him again, the friction of his rock-hard dick against your already throbbing center causing you to both moan. you cant hide your excitement and desperation as you claw at his back. he pulls away for a moment and shakily points to his hoodie on the floor.

"g-gloves" he chokes out, and you nod. you spring up and reach for the pocket, pulling out two artists gloves and tossing them to him. your hands brush against Father in his pocket and you suck air in through your teeth, completely forgetting about that weird fucking thing. you shake off the strange feeling and turn your attention back to him. he's hastily strapping the gloves on and fiddling with the button on his jeans. you lower yourself down to his crotch, the fabric strained against his length. with a surge of newfound confidence, you bite the button and undo the zip with your teeth, and he gasps at the sudden motion. you silently fist-bump yourself as he shimmies the jeans down his legs, tossing them off the bed. you follow, peeling the fabric off your own body and placing yourself back on top of him. he finally reaches up and squeezes your tits with his gloved hands, groaning at the feeling of them in his hands. his eyes are lit up like stars as he ogles your chest, yanking them out of your bra. you silently chuckle and completely lift the article off of you, and his jaw drops. he looks absolutely blown away, and as he greedily cups your tits and squeezes them, he whimpers underneath you. you feel his cock twitch and you grind slightly against it, and within seconds, he's panting and cumming all over you and himself, crying out a string of vulgarities. you kiss him again as he coats you both in slick, hot beads of cum and he bites your lip in pure craze. you remove yourself from his wet lap and look at him with a soft expression.

"aww, you've made a mess already. your boxers arent even off, shiggy" you whisper out and he balls his fists.

"mmf, fuck you, mystery girl" he mumbles out, and you help him pull his boxers off.

"call me by my name, _________". you plant a chaste kiss to his cheek. as his cock springs free, you audibly gasp.

its much bigger, and much angrier right now, than you typically read about. you take it in your hand and feel it, the soft, delicate skin feeling almost out of place on him. it's surrounded by thick baby blue hair, going up to his navel in a sparse trail. its heavier than you expected, too, as it switches in your palm. the creamy skin of his length is offset by a very sensitive silvery-pink tip, already leaking precum again as you thumb over it, sending pathetic whimpers to escape his lips in a fury. you blink away your greater morals and bring your mouth to it, licking a thick stripe from the base, tasting the slightly salty precum against your lips. he shakes as you slip him into your mouth, stretching your jaw out more then you expected you'd have to.

you begin slowly, keeping a hand twisting around the base as your mouth adjusts to the sheer size of it. slowly, you gain comfort and confidence in your actions, and you let your hand go. you take him further into your mouth with a sharp exhale through your nose, and he grips at your hair. he pushes you down, shuddering, and you bury your nose into the mass of hair, breathing in the aroma of his sweat and warmth. you feel yourself slicken more at this, and you bob your head up and down graciously as he whimpers, your name spilling from his lips a few times between labored breaths. you feel the blood pulsing in his shaft, and you wrap your hand around his balls as they tighten, squeezing them as he shatters into you again, thick ropes streaming into your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair and he shoves you all the way down, gagging you slightly as his cum drips down your throat.

"hnng, f-fuck" he drools as his seed fills your mouth generously, adn you pull off with a sloppy mixture of saliva and cum dripping from your lips. you swallow it feverishly and he shakes, watching as you collapse next to him.

it takes him a moment to speak, and its barely above a whisper when he does.

"_______?" his voice is raspier than before as he says your name, and is thick with desire still. you turn to him, still aching for your own orgasm.

"i'm going to fuck you now" he says, a little louder than before. you look at him with wide eyes and nod, spreading your legs are he peels his tshirt off and centers himself between them. he grips a thigh with his calloused fingers, digging his dirty nails into your skin. you hiss slightly but your back arches at the contact.

"why aren't you afraid of me?" he presses himself against your soaking cunt, leaning in to bite your neck. you gasp and grab his face, bringing him to your lips. waves of desire crash over you as he throbs against you. for a virgin, his stamina is something else.

"because i know that if i die again, i'll at least die happy this time" you admit, and reach a hand down to grab his cock. you center it to your opening, and nod. he presses himself in sharply, without warning, and you shriek out in pain.

"gah, fuck, okay, shigaraki" you put a hand to his chest to slow him, "easy, slow, please". he shakes his head and rams himself back into you, snaking a hand to your throat as he pumps inside of you haphazardly. there's no real rhythm to it yet, and you do your best to adjust to the size of him stretching your tight hole hungrily.

"tomura" he replies through grit teeth, and you moan.

"tomura," you repeat with a desperate sob, "please"

his eyes glaze over and with a newfound glimmer of faith, he grips your hips and begins to slowly rut into you, allowing the both of you to finally adjust. he exhales slowly as he rocks his hips into you, and you grab one of his hands, dragging it to your core.

"try...fuck, tomura, touch me" you plead, and he immediately presses his middle finger to your clit. its hard, almost too forceful, and you pull his hand back. he loses concentration and falls out of rhythm for a moment as you guide his hand around, showing him what feels good. you recall a few stories you had read and get an idea.

"like an analog. thumbstick. fuck. you know what i mean" you stumble out, and he very quickly nods.

"so not like a trigger." he follows, and suddenly, his movements are a lot more fluid. he smirks as he rubs your clit steadily. he begins to thrust back into you shakily, then with harder, longer strokes. he follows your directions as you moan and squirm under him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and shoulders as he gains momentum, the mattress squeaking rapidly under the both of you.

you feel yourself at your own breaking point, the fire inside of you melting like metal as it fills you, and you sink your nails into his back as you clench even tighter around his merciless cock. he snaps out with a cry and thrusts into you faster, becoming a little unsteady as you soak his length. your body splinters in ecstasy as he drives himself relentlessly into you, orgasm ripping your body like a hurricane. you call his name out like an unholy prayer as you fall from your high, and he throws his head back as his own climax tears through him. you feel it as he rams himself as deep as he can, filling you with sticky cum furiously. his jaw slackens as he huffs and pants, the most angelic sounds emanating from the villain's flustered body.

as you both crash hard, he pulls out slowly with a hiss. his arms turn to jelly as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him crushing the air from you slightly, and you giggle breathlessly. you wrap your arms around his sweaty, shaking frame and kiss the top of his head as he hyperventilates.

he gathers the strength to push himself off of you and rolls onto his back next to you.

"was that real?" he asks, and you chuckle lightly.

"well, as real as i am, i suppose". he shrugs and closes his eyes.

"did you read about this? in your other world?" he asks gingerly, and you turn to him.

"something like this, yeah" you admit, and he nods slowly.

"you can stay, mystery girl, so long as you keep telling me about those things you read. or just show me" he says, and you smile. "oh, and help me kill that all-might fucker."

your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss as his visage interrupts your greater thoughts. if this is what your new life would be like, then perhaps the violent death was worth it.

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this took me like 3 hours to write tbh, i hope its good! i think im gonna cross-post this to ao3 to get the ball rollin. thank u sm for the ask! it was a pleasure (literally) to write this :)

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Through n through | Tom Holland

3 am.

I sat on the floor, my head resting against his shoulder. We'd been watching a film for two hours but I hadn't really been paying attention to it, I was more interested in him.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the faint pat of raindrops fall on the roof above us and the feel of Tom's warm body against mine.

"Hey, you okay?", asked Tom from beside me, the TV was turned off so I presumed the film had finished.

"Perfect", I replied, smiling slightly.

"You know you're adorable when you smile", said Tom, standing up and stretching.

"Um I think you're cuter actually", I said, winking cheekily at him.

He just shook his head and laughed almost as if to say he was the lucky one to have me, not the other way round.

I stood up to join him, smiling at the way he turned to face me.

He was honestly such a gentleman.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked softly.

"Whatever you'd like" he said, reaching out for my hand and placing it in his.

"How about we start with this", I said kissing him on the lips.

He smiled slightly and kissed me back, responding to the kiss with a little more enthusiasm.

Already I could feel my hands start to shake, just a tiny bit. I think it was Tom, he made me nervous.

"What's the matter bab?", he asked, breaking of the kiss.

"Sorry baby I didn't mean to worry you, sometimes you just make make a little nervous that's all. You're just so perfect and I'm scared I will ruin whatever we have together"

"Oh baby", he said, wrapping me into a hug. "You're perfect to me"

"And you're a gentlemen", I said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now where were we?"

-Enjoy this cute gif of Tom to finish this One Shot off.

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Velvet Burgundy

Masterlist Halloween Drabble #1

AU: see warnings Genre: Smut-ish Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Wordcount: 940 Notes for Update: Comment if you want more! Warnings: Smutty things, not mentioning anything to not spoil anything but i don't think there's anything triggering, i'm just hiding the au. Read at own risk!  A/N: This is the shortest thing I've ever written. Shoutout to the amazing @sootemptation (prev. paark-haaraa) for pre-reading this and helping me pick the title. And honourable mention to my babe @oh-beyond have a little of this, I think (hope) you'll like it.

 You walked back into the room, wide sweater slipping of one shoulder as the dimmed red lighting reflected on your pale skin. It was warm inside, the smell familiar to you, soft and flowery, but a little spicy. Your eyes followed the lines of the black velvet couch that was placed along the wall, finding his slim figure waiting for you. His head thrown back, hair disheveled, the beautiful lines of his throat exposed. The blue of his veins stood out against his ever so pale complexion. 

He didn't seem to notice your presence, or chose to ignore it, while taking a deep drag of his cigarette and blowing out the smoke into the air above him. Even from the door, the way his eyelashes fluttered over his skin was clear. "I missed you." he whispered, voice raspy with need. Need for you.

Your skin tingled at the sound of it, spreading a delightfully warm fire in the pit of your stomach. He opened one eye, letting his head fall to the side. He drank you in, eyes scanning over your body. You wanted to close your eyes, feel him even from this distance. There was a longing in you, that drew you closer, step by step until he could reach out for you.  His soft skinned fingers immediately searched place under your sweater and onto your bare skin. The way his fingers only lightly ghosted you, before gripping firmly and guiding you closer. There had always been something about his scent that you'd loved, like burnt caramel and smoke, bitterness that used to be sweet. You inhaled him, as you parted your legs over his, sitting down in his lap.  "No lace today?" he mused, light smile playing on his lips. His fingers drew slight circles, as he looked at you with hooded eyes. You felt the anticipation crawl over your skin, sinking and rising like his chest did with every breath.  You chuckled at his comment, light and airy. "You know my work hours are just over. Yet, here you are."  When he'd taken the last drag of his cigarette, he crushed it against the glass tray on the side, gliding his now free hand up your leg. "You're done with work, yet you came for me." he whispered, tongue darting out to lick his lips.  You smiled, closing your eyes and just feeling him. "Why are you here?" There came no answer from him, he spread his hands out over your lower back. Being with him was different every time. Today was agonisingly slow, but there was playfulness in his smile, a childish shimmer in his eyes.  He always reminded you of a young boy, but the seal around his throat told you otherwise.  "I already told you." he shifted you a little closer, sitting up, and you felt his warmth. In the tacky red lighting his face carved out deeper than it was, making his cheeks seem hollow, his eyes sunken. "I missed you." His hands pushed you towards him, arching your back to your breasts lightly brushed against his chest. "I've never seen you wear clothes like this?" With a little grin that was familiar to you, like everything about him was, he looked at your beige knitted sweater. "Or this colour. I like it."  It's true, you normally wore lace, or leather, when you were with him. For him, seeing you in a sweater and jeans was completely new, and somehow it made you feel vulnerable. Which was odd since you were more dressed than you had ever been with him. "You're aware I can't provide for you outside of work hours, right?" He hummed, pressing you ever closer and dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Only then, you touched him, bracing one hand on a strong shoulder, the other cradling the back of his head. His black hair was soft, velvety, and the waves slipped through your fingers seamlessly. You shivered, not daring to suppress it, as the tip of his tongue darted out ever so slightly to taste your skin.  "Jongdae." you whispered, warning him with a slight tug to his hair.  "God." he breathed. "I'll pay your boss." His energy changed and you felt it electrify your skin. There was a deep growl from his chest, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. He leant you back, slipping your sweater over your head and throwing it across the room. His maroon eyes seemed almost burgundy as they landed on your bare chest. "I definitely like this more." Briefly, he halted, taking his time to brush his thumb over your nipple, watching it harden. "A lot more." He bent you back further, and you held onto his shoulders, comfortably pressing the apex of your thighs to his hips. You noticed then, that he was hard, painfully so. Not that he gave you much time to acknowledge that before he leant down and licked a broad stripe up your skin. Starting in the valley between your breast and going up one side of your neck.  Then he stopped his breath hot and heavy, lips parted. You felt them lightly, scraping your skin, familiar but yet still exciting. But he'd never take you without your consent, not once had he been that overbearing. Today however, you wondered if he would. You craved it though, he'd made you crave for it. So you slid your fingers back into his hair and tilted your head, baring your throat to him. "Please." you whimpered.  He groaned at the sound of you begging for him. Then he sank his teeth deep into your skin. 

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Hide-and-seek | Vinsmoke family

Fandom: One Piece  

Rating: General  

Word Count: 857  

Genre: Family | Hurt/Comfort  

Summary: AU in which the siblings play hide-and-seek and Sanji becomes scared of dark places.

Notes: I'm not too confident about this one if I'm honest. And I'm still not sure what role to give Judge in this AU, so if in some one-shots he seems a bit different and odd, it's just me...trying to figure out his character for it. Any kind of review/feedback (good or bad) is welcomed.

Fanfiction

Sanji was running. Coming to a stop, he looked around the hallway, making sure he was alone before he disappeared into empty room. Just as he was about to relax, he heard quiet and quick footsteps from the hallway. With a startle, he ran to the wardrobe and jumped in, closing the doors behind. He tried to remain indifferent, but his lips and a quiet gasp betrayed him.

Hearing the doors opening, he covered his mouth, making sure he wouldn’t make any noise. He looked to doors when he heard footsteps coming closer.

“It!” There was a distant voice.

The footsteps that stopped right in front of him turned around and ran out of the room. Sanji let out his breath he held, knowing that he was safe.

“That’s not fair Reiju! You already know all the secret places!”

Sanji recognized Yonji’s voice. He chuckled and pulled his legs to his chest, waiting.

A minute passed.

No one was coming.

And another minute.

Still no one.

Sanji leaned his chin on top of knees, his lower lip slowly plumping out into pout. A quiet sigh left his lips. Closing his eyes, the sound of bird chirping in the background and the soft wind breeze lulled him to sleep.

He could hear the voices outside and people rushing on the hallway. And Sanji wondered why everyone was on their toes, but feeling too tired from all exams and training, he could barely move a muscle anymore.

“-ji!”

Sanji hummed and rubbed his eyes.

“Sanji!”

He blinked and shivered when he realized he was still in the wardrobe. The space was dark and he immediately woke up. He stood up and tried to open the doors, but they didn’t move. His heart skipped a beat and he knocked on doors. Parting his lips, he wanted to call, but all he could manage was a squeal.

“Sanji!”

It was his father calling for him, followed by voices of workers. A dreadful feeling spread in his stomach.

“F-father!” Sanji called with a stutter. “I-Ichiji! Reiju!” He banged on doors. His eyes welled up. He wanted to get out of the wardrobe as quickly as possible. "I'm here!" He called louder when tears streamed down his cheeks. He was scared of this dark and small place that seemed to grow smaller.

There were footsteps rushing into the room before the wardrobe was swung open. Sanji was shivering and his head was in-between his hands, his knees pulled to his chest.

"Sanji!" The three siblings called for their brother and rushed to his side.

Sanji raised his gaze, his face stained with tears. He wanted to cry. But the moment he saw his father's angry expression, he bit his lip. Hard. He trembled, already seeing himself being scolded.

"It's not Sanji's fault!" Ichiji immediately spoke and hugged Sanji as he stared at his father.

"Yeah!" Yonji piped in, rushing to stand between his siblings and father. "It was my idea to play hide-and-seek!" He said, despite feeling a chill run down his spine when he was met with Judge's eyes filled with anger.

"It was my fault that I didn't keep an eye on them." Reiju spoke in normal voice. She could hear the whispers of the maiden workers behind.

"Niji," Judge called for the second son.

Niji quietly stood beside Reiju. He was terrified. But it wasn't because of his father, no, it was because of Sanji. He was terrified of the fact that Sanji spent hours of being locked in a wardrobe. "Father?" He called quietly. His voice shook and Reiju held his hand, letting him know she was there.

Judge looked at Niji. No one said a word and the only sound the room was filled with were the sobs and hiccups of Sanji. He tried to quiet them down, yet the comfort of Ichiji weakened him longer he was embraced. Sanji's hiccups grew louder until he broke down. Niji rushed on Sanji's other side without hesitation and embraced his younger brother. Reiji stepped beside Yonji, her gaze hard as Yonji's darkened. Neither of them liked hearing Sanji cry and they were determined to not make it happen again.

Judge looked from one son to another before he looked at Reiju last. He didn't say a word as he sighed and turned around. He left the empty bedroom, one of maiden workers approaching Sanji, her eyes filled with worry. She wanted to make sure he was alright, but before she could, the siblings beat her to it.

"It's alright Sanji." Ichiji was the first one to speak.

Yonji's lips were turned into thin line before he turned around and looked at Sanji. "Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked and approached him, Reiju following in tow.

Sanji shook with head.

"You're safe now." Reiju spoke in soft voice as a gentle smile spread on her lips. If not, we'll make sure you are.

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Remus's heart breaks

(Idk if I posted this here before but if I did here it is again) Remus felt his heart sink as he watch his best friend,and also crush since their third year fall into the vail,he held on to Harry has his crush’s godson and other best friend’s son thrash and cry trying to reach out to Sirius,all he could think was that he was never gonna hear the laugh he loved so much,or the smirk that use to annoy him but now loved,or see the cute tired look in Sirius’s eyes,Remus would never get to tell Sirius how he felt,he would never know if Sirius had the same feelings as he,and that killed Remus inside all these thoughts in the department of ministry as he held the boy who lived,his crushes godson and his other best friends son’s crying

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