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colour me in: photograph (teaser) | jjk (m)

Summary: With both your and Jungkook's careers seemingly peaking, the future feels promising and bright. Yet, amidst the glowing hope, one single phone call dims the light in the rooms of your shared home.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: [redacted spoiler that shall drop with the chapter], tears, sadness/grief, doubts, tender moments, talk of jk's future and his art, support, jk's dad, surprises, (talk of) a break up oop, mention of children (i guess that's a warning lol), explicit sexual content: let-out-some-steam-sex, dom!jk, big dick!jk, he's actually insane. more details shall be added on drop day; the ending.. <3 ➳ word count: around 760 for the teaser; 25-30k for the chapter ➳ a/n: get ready, it's gonna hurt for a whiiile now :') as always, come n talk to me about this 🤍 ➳ listen to: holo by leehi | full collaborative playlist 🤍

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“You do know that we’re supposed to meet up with them in like,” you drop your eyes to your wrist, pulling back the sweater to unveil your watch, “forty minutes, right?”

“And you think they’ll complain about some extra time alone?”

You deliver a blank stare, not a single blink as you watch him shrug a shoulder. He sports a smirk that you would’ve clenched your jaw to months ago, but today, even if you won’t admit it right this second, it amuses you.

He laughs when you stand there unmoving, like a stick figure silently reprimanding a lethargic boyfriend. You hate to break, but when the contagious chuckle infects you, too, you feel a light wave of relief and serotonin ripple through you violently.

Jungkook hasn’t left vacation mode just yet; while the work for the gallery is still ongoing and he diligent, you catch him slouching ever so often, doodling away at times. You’ll confess, the grey outside is tiring; different from the sunnier countryside you left behind.

There’s a sort of post-bliss blues that even you can hardly shake off.

“You can’t deny that, can you?” he utters amidst his melodious laugh, and you roll your eyes, taking two big steps towards him — much like two days ago.

“I don’t have to deny it to still teach you the importance of punctuality, right? Get up,” you say, smacking his hip — and he uses the opportunity to lift his arm from under his head, reaching for you, but… failing. “Uh-uh. Enough with your tricks. Get up.”

Last night still wasn’t enough — is it ever? You’re not surprised; neither by his thirst nor by your own inner, involuntary reactions. But no time. It’s rude to let people wait.

And you know exactly what Jimin would say — tease — if the two of you arrived at the double lunch date with him and Yoongi too late again.

Jungkook’s voice turns half into a yawn, half into a sigh, tired when he responds, “Yes, ma’am.”

This should do.

But since everything good comes in three, and just for good measure, you add another laser-glance, shooting at him in warning to lift his ass and meet you ready once you are, too. A playfully sigh breathed, you amble to the bathroom, make up awaiting on the sink from when you put it there this morning.

This shouldn’t take long; you’re opting for the minimalistic approach today.

As the hues colour your lips and fill your lashes, you hum a random melody you can’t quite identify. It’s quiet in the apartment until it isn’t — and when Jungkook’s voice chimes, your hand halts mid-mascara-stroke, assuming he’s calling for you.

He’s not; you understand this much when he greets the person on the other end in his liveliest tone at first, volume decreasing as the conversation continues. He’s soon hushed enough for you to not really make out proper words anymore. Hums here and there — Jungkook doesn’t seem to say much at all.

Perhaps it’s Yoongi, or Tae, telling a story. Narrating recent occurrences, the joys and pains that emerged and shrivelled on the vacation that you weren’t part of anymore.

You don’t ask just yet, decide not to disturb.

You finish up whatever is left of your routine, setting the make up and ruffling through your hair, adding volume. When the talk he’s indulging in still remains when you deem yourself ready, you let out a breather and step back into the bedroom.

Still in the same clothes and with the untamed hair as his crown, Jungkook’s gaze is lowered, fingers barely curled into the sheets. He’s sat up now; you see his Adam’s apple bob when you walk in. Instinctively and immediately, you blurt, “Now what did I tell you just a moment ago—”

But the jest dries in your throat and then fades, as dead as Jungkook’s eyes when he looks up at you. Or maybe… maybe they’re not dead.

More so — in disbelief. As if he hasn’t really fathomed what he’s just heard, mind sprinting in circles, attempting to understand.

His chest isn’t moving as it should, and just in general, his body emits inner trouble. Distress. When he lifts his pupils and shifts them towards you, it looks as if he’s hoping that your presence could reverse reality, as if you’re pulling him out of the inevitable quicksand.

But you can’t. You get it; see it right away.

Because the watery gaze and the gap between his lips, this expression, are new to you, no matter how many of his aches you’ve mended. And you guess it has something to do with what his conversation partner just said.

Something that certainly wasn’t part of today’s agenda at all.

the way i even had to change the banner bc it'd be such a spoiler lmaoooo but yeah anyways, what do we think? y'all's thought always help immensely, and life has been so busy that writing took a backseat – getting back into it is hard. but you guys offer so many theories as well as love and always motivate me, so come and let's talk <3

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HOPE YOU'LL ALL ENJOY YOUR SUMMER!! (He's enjoying his 👀)

You can't change my mind on the fact that his wardrobe is full of simple black clothes OR cat themed one 😌✨

Prepare yourself for a full rendered version of the watermelon one, with a little surprise, SOON (maybe in a few days idk-) 😏

[pls, do not repost this on other platform ;;]

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Sleepy

shota aizawa x afab/fem reader

aizawas always sleepy, what else is he always feeling? Horny

warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), slight breeding kink, slight praise kink. Sleepy sex, oral f and m receiving,grinding, hand job, fingering Mdni PLEASE. IM TRYNA PROTECT UR INNOCENCE.

a/n I FUCKING SCORED WITH THAT AIZAWA PIC. Tysm Pinterest 😍😍

Aizawa grumbled as he rolled over, the light from the sun spilling into the room past the curtains. He draped an arm across your waist, using his thumb to rub your tummy. Aizawa buried his head into the back of your shoulder, leaving gentle and warm kisses. “Wake up…” he whispered softly as he tried to wake you up “please darlin’” he pat your belly to wake you up. You whines and rolled over to face him “wha?” You tried to rub the sleep from your eye, aizawa grabbed the back of your head softly and pressed your face into his broad chest while his free hand rubbed your back “mornin darlin’” he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his stubble rubbing against your skin “morning…” you mumbled back, a slight giggle came out of you.

aizawa rolled over and brought you with him, making you lay on his belly and chest. He looked down at you sleepily and smiled “your so pretty like this..” he said as he cupped your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm “so pretty..” he admired you. Aizawa found you to be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. A familiar warmth began to form in his belly, you could feel the hardness under you; your face turning pink.

“noticed did ya?” He mumbled against your skin, tickling you with his breath “yeah…” you replied, your face becoming pinker and pinker. “Do me a favour would you darlin’?” He grabbed you by your underarms with his large hands and sat you up. He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow to ask for consent. You nodded and smiled, giving him the green light to continue.

Aizawa firmly grabbed your hips, pressing his hips against yours. You whimpered at the contact of his hardness so close to your warmth. His hands began to move your hips against his, a grunt escaping his throat. You moaned softly, feeling his dick pressing up against you. “G-good girl.. good girl.” He let out, his grip on your hips becoming tighter and tighter. You squeaked as he rutted against you “mmph.. hold on..” he pulled you away from his hips, taking the time to pull his boxers off. “Be a good girl and suck me off will you?” He asks, freeing his dick from the cloth. You nodded and climbed to a more comfortable spot right between his legs. Aizawa sat up so he could watch you. You licked the base to the tip, a groan coming from aizawa. You kept licking the side of it, before taking the whole tip of it into your mouth. He groans loudly and grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down on his dick. “Mmph..” he let go once you found a pace that wouldn’t make you choke on it.

you slowly pulled his length out of your mouth, using your spit as lubricant you slowly began to stroke his dick. Aizawa groaned and leaned onto your shoulder “so good… such a good girl..” he lightly pulled on the ends of your hair, leaning in to kiss your cheek. As you pumped his dick his breath became hitched, deep grunts turned more into desperate whines. Eventually cum spilled from the pink tip of his dick, he panted slightly and reached to scruff your hair “your turn now hm?”

you found yourself gripping the bedsheets under you as his tongue went deeper and deeper inside your core, his large hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Aizawa pulled his tongue out of you to lick your clit, drawing a whine from your throat. “You always taste so good..” he mumbled, sticking two fingers into his mouth before sliding them inside of you. You moaned and arched your back “please please-“ you whined,Squeezing your eyes shut. “Shhh it’s okay, your doing so good for me darlin’” he pumped his fingers inside of you, curling them in certain places. Aizawa leaned back down to lick your clit, gazing up at you to watch your reaction. You clamped your thighs down on his head “I’m close.. I’m close..” your breaths became ragged as aizawa pulled his fingers out of you, replacing it with his now much harder dick.

both of you let out a pleasured moan before he impatiently began to thrust inside you “g-gonna.. put… a baby in my good girl…” he leaned down to kiss your neck, you moaned and gripped his back, leaving scratch marks on his already scarred back from fighting as a hero. His pace became quicker and harder “cmon cum with me…” he mumbled, his dick stretching you out. His thrusts became sloppy after a minute, signing that he was close. He bottomed out balls deep into you and then filled you up with cum.

both of you panted, you looked up at him “round two?” You smiled “I have work darlin’ sorry” he pulled out and kissed your cheek, helping you put some clothes back on after cleaning the two of you up.

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Crave: Shota Aizawa x Reader

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended for those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, do not interact.

Contains: AFAB!Reader. Dom!Aizawa. Pinning to the wall. Teasing. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Female and male anatomy.

Author's Note: All characters are written to be adults because I am an old fuck :)

Long days haunted the two of you. Aizawa had long days of training, and longer nights of mixed activity, either spending nights in the school dorms or stopping villains under the starlight. You were pursuing your own desires, studying and working, coming home exhausted. Sometimes you didn't even have the energy to prepare a decent meal for yourself, just settling on instant ramen before falling into bed.

And Shota... You had no idea what must be going on in his head. You talked almost every day. He made sure there was enough room in his life for you, always. But you still missed him, still ached for him. Sometimes when he walked past, you caught a whiff of his scent and had to keep yourself from swooning. You hadn't spent the night together in weeks. You craved his muscled warmth, his rough hands... Simply his touch.

And, oh, did he miss yours. When you sat together at lunch, it was all he could do to stop himself from taking you right there in the teacher's lounge. He would catch the scent of your perfume, the fruit and blossom of your shower gel, and Aizawa became feral.

That was why, when he learned he'd have the night off from patrol, he'd immediately texted you, "I'm coming over."

You couldn't help but smile. Maybe you'd strip right then, so that you'd answer the door naked for him. Or maybe you'd leave the door unlocked and wait for him in some pretty lacy thing in the bed. No time for that. You'd go with the first option.

You slung a silky robe around your arms, letting it hang at your sides. Your breasts displayed in front of you, your nipples stood at attention. You waited for the knock on the door. It came quickly. Had Aizawa run here? Your heart jumped anyway.

You opened the door, and Shota's gaze met your eyes first. He had been telling himself that he was just coming over, that he wanted to spend real time with you. But you both knew that Aizawa was just as lonely as you were, just as needy and pent up.

As if some invisible force came over him, Shota picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing you inside. In one swift, slick movement he shut the door, locked it, and pinned your back against it, your hands above your head. The only thing really holding your weight was one hand and his strong torso. One second passed. Two. Three. Aizawa hadn't even kissed you, hadn't even touched you in any of your most sensitive places. But even as he stayed inches from your face, your eyes seemed to glaze over at his touch.

Usually he could play this part, could be powerful and dominant, could pin you to the wall and edge you until you were on the verge of tears. But today--not today. Today, he needed to take you. Now.

He pressed his lips to yours. Instinctively, your hands found purchase in his long, tangled hair. Shota's hand found its place on your jaw, simultaneously pinning you to the wall and claiming you as his own. Your lips moved to the skin on his neck. And suddenly, you were clawing at his shirt, biting at his flesh. It was like you were trying to climb inside his skin, remain in his touch for the rest of your days. You couldn't help but squirm against him, your bare sex rubbing against his body. You couldn't even feel any of his skin touching you there, but he knew how badly you needed him, too. You had to be dripping, thought you might cause a puddle to form on the hem of his shirt.

Aizawa didn't care.

As your teeth and lips and tongue slid over his neck, around his ears, Shota shifted his weight and moved to carry you somewhere more solid, somewhere he could get his pleasure too.

The couch. It was close enough.

He settled your bare body on the couch, your arms still desperately clinging to him. But he stood up, pulling out of your touch. You couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact. But you sighed at the sight before you as Aizawa tugged his black shirt over his head. "Spread your legs, baby," he purred, settling down on his knees in front of where you sat. "I want to look at you." You whined again at the thought. Just take me already, you thought. You couldn't stand being out of reach from him. "Come on, honey. I'm going to help you," he persuaded, running a warm, rough hand over your soft thigh.

Butterflies ruled your stomach now, your breathing heavy as you shifted your weight and spread your legs, awkwardly settling your feet on the couch on either side of you. "That's my girl," Aizawa crooned. He pressed a kiss to your inner knee, similar kisses creating a trail to where you needed his touch most. He caught your scent. Not your perfume, not your soap. No, the scent of your quivering, weeping pussy before him. You swore you saw Shota's eyes roll into the back of his head.

You threw your head back in protest. "Please, Sho," you whined, involuntarily wiggling your hips. If you could get just a brush of attention...

"Shh," he shushed, his callused thumb brushing over your more sensitive lips. "I just want to look," he clarified, his eyes locked on your pussy. His thumb weaved in and out of your heat, playing in your slick as Shota tried to tell himself he wouldn't cum just as he entered you.

But the sound of your whine, your desire--your need--for him... It was almost too much for him to handle.

You weren't sure when he'd unbuckled his belt and let his pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor, but you were pleasantly surprised when he stood up and situated himself above you. You wouldn't look away. Wouldn't even blink, you promised yourself. You had to watch this, soak in everything you could, remember this later--every single word and breath and movement.

Shota settled his tip at your entrance. His shaft was an angry red, bleeding into the warm dark brown hair at the base. You could feel how warm he was, even without him actually entering you.

Aizawa braced himself and took several deep breaths before he plunged deep into your wet, aching cunt. A groan escaped his lungs, and now he was watching your eyes roll into the back of your head.

On instinct you closed your eyes to take in the feeling, the pleasure. But Shota again grabbed your chin, tilting it so he was looking you right in the eyes. "Don't look away, baby," he commanded. "I want you to remember every bit of this."

He began to pull out of you and plunge back in, over and over, again and again. And it seemed that you could feel every millimeter of his cock, every vein, every wrinkle. You couldn't help the way your mouth hung open, the way your lungs pushed out moan after moan as the pleasure intensified with every thrust of Shota's hips. And no matter how much you wanted to close your eyes, fall back into those habits from every other time, you didn't. You fought those habits to keep looking at him, right into his dark eyes. You felt him everywhere, all at once. Your hands tangled in his hair. His hands gripping your thighs and hips. His cock slamming against your cervix, bringing you shamefully close to that high you were so desperately craving.

It snuck up on you. And, out of nowhere, you tumbled over the edge into bliss. You couldn't help it. Your pussy clenched and pushed and squirmed around Shota's hard cock.

Aizawa pulled out before he had his own orgasm. He carried you into the bedroom.

That was just one of many he planned on giving you tonight.

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thinkin abt coming home sleepy to shota and needing him so much that you cry when he insists you wait. it’s been too long since you’ve fucked, but not because either of you doesn’t want to. life has been so busy that you’ve hardly had time to take care of yourself, let alone have sex.

“i’ll do all the work,” he said. “just say the word.”

shota laid on top of you in bed, snuggled into your shoulder. you groaned, a wordless complaint as you clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around his body.

“i need you. and i’m exhausted,” you said.

“again, i hear what you’re saying. but you come first, even if it means sex has to wait,” he replied softly. “tell me what you want.”

maybe it was the lack of sleep or a feeling of loneliness, but your bottom lip pushed out and your eyes stung when shota’s hips rolled into yours once, twice. the heat and weight of his hard length, the comfort of his embrace made you whine.

“i’m too tired. i’m sorry.” tears spilled down your cheeks.

“aww, baby… it’s okay,” he soothed.

“i miss you so much it hurts, sho. i don’t want to wait another day or a week or whatever,” you replied.

he held your face and hushed you with deep, gentle kisses. “shh… i know. you can have me whenever you want, but right now, i think rest is more important.”

“but-”

“no. you need to rest,” shota said as he wiped your tears. “let’s have dinner. then we can cuddle while you fall asleep, hm?”

he hated saying it as much as you hated hearing it. nothing came close to being inside your perfect pussy, so wet and tight, especially when he found just the right spots that made you crazy. shota ached to hear your sweet mewls and moans, feel you pulling him close, begging him to hold you tighter with every thrust. he missed the way you needed him, and no amount of fucking his fist or a sleeve would replace that.

you hugged him tightly. “fine. if i don’t feel so tired later, can we please?”

you knew it was a lost cause. you’d be out like a light before anything could happen, but asked anyways.

shota smiled softly. “of course, babygirl. i’m gonna fill you up so good the first chance i get and show you that you’re mine.” he watched a smile bloom on your cheeks, the one he’d been waiting for, and gave you a kiss.

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Queuing this for January too.

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Reading reviews of loft beds and dawn is absolutely dragging her son on here instead of reviewing the product. Howling

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Yandere!Anastacius de Alger Obelia x Wife!Reader

A/n: Warnings: manipulative relationships, psychological and emotional abuse, violence and bloodshed, character death, betrayal, themes of control and possession and dark and disturbing scenes. Reader discretion is advised

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You were a noble lady belonging to one of the finest houses in the Obelia Empire. So it was no surprise that such a noble lady would be marrying into the imperial family.

You were set to marry Anastacius de Alger Obelia, the most desirable and dangerous bachelor. Adding to the fact that he was the Crown Prince of the Empire, the head of House L/n, your father couldn't deny the marriage proposal as that could be considered an act of rebellion.

Married solely for political reasons, you both tied the knot without ever meeting face-to-face. And everytime you would have to spend time together, courtesy of the many banquets and customs that Imperial Family follows and organise, your face would go red, your fingertips would tremble and sometimes you would even hide from him.

There was also a time, you fainted and as you were losing consciousness you whispered his name.

So Anastacius thought, that his politically arranged wife liked him a bit too much and so slowly he fell in love with your little 'antics'.

At first, he found charm in your timid quirks, mistaking fear for affection. But as time by, genuine love twisted into possessive fixation.

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After months of preparing a substitute to take your place, you handed him the divorce papers.

"What is this?"

Looking as though he couldn’t comprehend what was happening, he shook his head. The brief question was uttered with a heavy voice, coated with disbelief, like he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea.

"But you love me—

And yet you're handing me divorce papers...? What on earth happened, darling? Did anyone say something? Just tell me who it was, I'll chop their heads for even uttering such blasphemous words."

Faced with your husband’s misunderstanding, you were rendered speechless. You didn't whether to laugh or cry.

How could there be such an expectant—such a certain—expression on his face as he was saying that?

'To be honest those reactions.....

It's because you're terrifying!', you thought to yourself.

"Your Highness, please hear me out. The lady from house Judith. Penelope Judith. She would make a fine crown princess and an excellent empress. Even more so because she can bear you beautiful heirs."

One of the reasons you were sure the divorce would go smoothly was because you were infertile. Your family didn't mean to deceive the Imperial Family but you yourself found out after getting married.

"What do you mean to say?"

"I'm infertile, Your Highness."

You were a tad bit hopeful that he wouldn't kill you here and now, for telling such information now. But instead you were met with his trembling voice.

"D-do you really think I care about that?"

"Don't you?"

You asked surprise laced in your voice.

"Your Highness, it's for the best if you divorce me. Don't worry even after we are divorced my house would support you."

Leaving the greenhouse, you remarked, your tea untouched and growing cold.

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Perplexed by the sudden turn, he pondered how the days of bliss lead to divorce. Baffled but determined, he was planning on how to save your relationship.

Crafting a cunning scheme, he dispatched a servant to invite you to tea, a sly smirk betraying his devious intentions.

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You were baffled when you received an invite to tea the next morning. And so naively you thought that maybe he had finally agreed to the divorce.

"Your Highness."

"Sit, my dear."

Despite feeling uneasy from his eerie tone, you sat down. Sipping the tea served by an unfamiliar maid, a peculiar smell wafted through the air, unknowingly marking the beginning of all your misfortunes.

"I've thought about your words from yesterday, and I can't say I consent to divorce. We love each other, and for the heir, we can always adopt my brother's child."

"What do you mean, 'We love each other'?" you weakly protested.

"Your flushed face, trembling fingertips, those moments you hid from me—I noticed it all." he chuckled.

'Maybe it's for the best if I tell him everything honestly.', you thought to yourself.

"Your Highness, I mean no disrespect, but the truth is, I've been scared of you and the idea of being betrothed to you from the very beginning. I apologize if my actions seemed otherwise, but I cannot say that I love you."

"You'll find yourself falling for me eventually, darling.", he said with a sly playful tone

"What....what do you mean?"

Before you could utter another word, you felt dizzy. His devious smirk was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness.

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Obsidian Palace.

Assigned to those who marry into the Imperial Family.

Initially, the palace, adorned with a beautiful garden, captivated you. However, now that very garden became a suffocating space, for you. Because all your misfortunes started from the very garden and that damned tea.

Two years ago, Anastacius ascended the throne with you by his side.

Despite your limited public appearances, questions from the nobles and common people were conspicuously absent. His influence and the excuse of your perceived frailty and frequent illnesses seemed to deter any inquiries.

Your family knew you well—they knew you were healthy. Despite your sudden halt in writing letters and interactions, it took three years for them to be able to take an action due to the power Anastacius had.

The last time you properly met with them was the day before you handed the divorce papers to the Anastacius. Despite knowing the risks, they were desperate to uncover the truth so they sent one of your family's knights in disguise on a mission to find out what really happened to you.

The knight sent by your family was none other than your beloved childhood friend, Oscar. He held a special place in your heart and always would.

The joy of Oscar being there with you brought happiness, but a twinge of guilt lingered. You recognized the need to let go, especially considering he had someone in his heart.

During your teenage years, you gathered the courage to inquire about his feelings. His lovesick gaze revealed he held affections for another, although he never disclosed the identity. His admission left your heart shattered.

"Oscar, I'm really sorry. I truly am."

"What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"I'm sorry you had to risk everything to come here and save me. I apologize for my feelings towards you, even though I know you have someone else in your heart. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday."

"Hold on, Your Highness." he asked puzzled.

"Why do you apologize? Volunteering to infiltrate the palace for you was an honor. As for the sentiments you mentioned, would you tell more, Your Highness?", he muttered.

You thought it might be better to come clean and tell him everything.

"Ever since I was young, I've held you in my heart. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. Even after knowing you hold someone else in your heart, I wasn't able to let go. I truly am sorry for that."

The shame was overwhelming as you said those words but his next words took you by surprise.

Oscar admitted, "Your Highness, the truth is that, I've also held you in my heart since I was young. I thought you'd never reciprocate my feelings because of our social status—you, a noble lady, and me, a commoner. That's why I aimed to become the best knight in the land, to protect you and stay close, even if I could never marry you. But after knowing you held me in your heart, it makes me overwhelmingly happy.", he said gently.

At that moment, you couldn't stop and hugged him tight. Reluctantly, he embraced you as well.

"I love you, Oscar."

"So do I, Your Highness."

"Y/n. It's time we dropped the formalities, don't you think so?"

You felt yourself blushing like the female leads in the novels the maids in your house used to read about as you asked him to call you by your name.

Ah, today truly was one of the happiest days for you.

In the next few days, every moment with Oscar felt like a dream compared to the last three years. The joy of having someone who genuinely cared for you, who was there by choice rather than obligation, made each day brighter. With Oscar, the Obsidian Palace no longer felt like a prison but rather a haven where love blossomed, and you could finally breathe freely.

But like every tragic story this one too had to come to an end.

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In the garden of your palace, seated with your husband, you delicately took bites of a piece of a red velvet cake. However, an overwhelming sense of suffocation accompanied each bite. Breaking the usual silence, you gathered the courage to pose the usual question.

"How was your day, Your Majesty?"

"Ah, tolerable, my dear. Handling those bothersome nobles tends to be rather dull. Now, what about you? How did you spend your day?"

"I, well, took a stroll in the gardens and read some books."

That summed up the daily conversation between you two. Surprisingly, he continued.

"You know, darling, I heard an interesting rumor", he said, stirring his tea.

"H-huh?"

"I heard that your family was successful in sending someone to infiltrate the palace in search of you. Surely that isn't true, right?"

"Y-yes. There's no way that could be true." you stammered at first but regained your composure.

"I see." he said, smirking.

That smirk spoke volumes, signaling that you were either on the verge of getting caught or that he had already caught onto something. Although he didn't say anything more, the atmosphere reverted to an icy chill.

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Anastacius sensed it the day when one of your family's men infiltrated the palace, but he didn't know who it was. Remaining silent, he waited. A week later, he discovered the infiltrator's identity, yet he refrained from eliminating him immediately. Curiosity got the better of him—he wanted to witness your reaction.

However, he couldn't deny the pain he felt seeing the change in your behavior. The way your once lifeless eyes regained a spark hurt him more than he expected.

But the act had lasted for too long. It was time to bring it to an end.

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With Oscar in the palace, he managed to send letters to your family, informing them of your condition. Initially enraged, your family eventually advised that it would be better if you both escaped.

So for days, you and Oscar had been plotting your escape. However, it seemed like the plan would need to be executed earlier than anticipated.

The plan was to making it appear as though you had been assassinated. A body with similar features to yours would be crafted by a mage your family had hired, who also had successfully infiltrated your palace.

Upon reaching your room, you were embraced in a hug by Oscar.

"I missed you. How did it go? Did he do something? Are you oka-

"Oscar! I am okay...but it seems as if we'll have to use the plan earlier than we had anticipated."

"Did he find out?"

"It seems so."

"I'll inform the mage.", with a glum look he announced.

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It was midnight, and you anxiously awaited Oscar's return. He had gone out to confirm details with the mage. Suddenly, the gates to your room slammed open, revealing your husband Anastacius de Alger Obelia, covered in blood. The stench made you nauseous but your gaze was drawn to the body he dragged behind him.

"O-OSCAR!"

"Darling, he was just in the way of our happiness. I had to take care of it."

"N-no, please. You're joking, right? He's not really d-dead?"

"I'm afraid so. It hurt me, too."

Noticing your confused look, he continued.

"The way your eyes lit up when he came to the palace, that stung."

Soon, he swept you off your feet and carried you back to his palace.

"I'm not angry with you, darling. You had your game, and now it's my turn."

He brought you to his room and gently placed you on his bed.

"Sleep tight, my darling."

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The following days were unbearable. Anastacius fabricated a story, claiming Oscar was an assassin sent to kill you by a troublesome noble.

His body was hung from the palace gates setting an example of what will happen to those who dare threaten the imperial family.

You pondered what might have been if he hadn't come for you. Could he have lived a normal life?

Suddenly, you overheard two maids gossiping.

"Hey, did you hear?"

"What?"

"The entire L/n family is facing execution."

"Both of you, quiet down." the head maid scolded, realizing you could hear them.

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Frantically running to his office, you confronted Anastacius.

"Is it true?"

"What do you mean, darling?"

"The rumors about my family facing execution. Please tell me it's just gossip."

"Ah, it seems you've been misinformed."

Relieved for a moment, you hesitated before asking, "Then, they're safe?"

However, the twisted smile on Anastacius's face shattered your hopes. "Safe? Well, I suppose you could call it that."

Confused, you implored him to explain. "What happened?"

With a chilling calmness, he revealed, "You see, darling, your family has already been taken care of."

Shock paralyzed you as the words sank in. The family you thought was still alive had already met a gruesome fate at the hands of Anastacius. Your world crumbled, and you found yourself trapped in a nightmare that had no escape.

Anastacius, satisfied with the chaos he had sown, continued to manipulate your life as he pleased.

Trapped in the Obsidian Palace, you grappled with the harsh reality of losing everything—your freedom, your love and now, even your family. The suffocating atmosphere within the palace mirrored the heaviness in your heart.

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As you battled your inner guilt, a rebellion took place. Claude sought revenge against Anastacius, who had not only betrayed him but also betrayed you. Discovering his fiancée with his brother broke Claude's heart and fueled his anger. He couldn't fathom how Anastacius could betray his own brother and wife.

Despite limited interactions, Claude considered you like a sister. This rebellion aimed to free you from the suffering caused by Anastacius.

Many lives had been lost under Anastacius's tyranny, and justice was overdue. This rebellion sought to bring an end to his rule, especially for your sake.

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Day by day, you struggled due to the painful memories of your past. Determined to escape Anastacius's control, you promised yourself you'd find a way, even if it death.

The act of eating became a struggle for you, as every glance at food raises haunting questions. You ponder whether, had it not been for your actions, your family and he could have savored such delicacies without the shadow of tragedy looming over them.

Your sleep schedule had lengthened, but it offered no respite. Nightmares haunted your dreams, and staying awake brought hallucinations, mistaking maids for your deceased family members.

Tonight, an unusual quiet settled in. Abruptly, the doors burst open, revealing your brother-in-law, Claude de Alger Obelia, and your old acquaintance, Felix Robane, both drenched in blood.

"Are you here to end me?"

You and Claude hadn't shared many words, maintaining a distant relationship. Unbeknownst to you, the rebellion led by Claude was all to set you free from Anastacius's grasp. Felix, seeing the noble lady he once knew reduced to such a condition, felt a pang in his heart.

"It depends. Do you wish for it?"

"Please. Kill me.",you said desperately.

Without hesitation, Claude thrust a blade into your stomach.

Coughing up blood, you managed a faint smile.

"Thank you, truly."

And so that was the end to the era of Emperor Anastacius de Alger Obelia and Empress Y/n de Alger Obelia.

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Years had passed since your death. A proper funeral was held for you, your family, and Oscar. Anastacius's malevolent actions came to light, exposing how he tormented and manipulated your life for his own sick pleasure.

Everything seemed to have settled.

"I miss you, darling." uttered a hooded figure, laying a bouquet of lilies on your grave.

But was it truly over?

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Why are you, as a non Jew, writing posts about Jewish identity, ethnicity, religion, culture and history in a way that denies Jewish self-determination. Why are you seeing the way we identify ourselves based on our history and our cultural traditions, and as a goy, saying “no that’s not true” and then unloading the most batshit ideas that you pulled out of your own ass based on YOUR perception of the world

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“Robert Pattinson showed up with iPhone voice recordings and had already nailed the voice for ‘THE BOY AND THE HERON’ before recording started. It was his first ever voice role and he finished in 2 days.” (source)

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Teacher here. We are actually starting to move back into the science of reading. My school specifically uses a curriculum called 95 percent and it is amazing. I was skeptical of it at first, because this old bat (not that old really) never learned to read this way.

However, not only am I seeing real results with my students, but even my own reading abilities have improved. Honestly, check it out. Even the best readers can benefit from the rules of phonics.

i love how theres no rules for pronouncing words in English, you literally just have to learn and hear someone say every single word

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First Kiss

Mostly fluffy stuff with the best boys. Probably PG-13 at worst.

LA Shanks X FemReader, LA Sanji X FemReader, LA Zoro X FemReader, LA Mihawk X FemReader.

First time doing the whole headcannon bullet format thing. I'm super open to suggestions for more!

Shanks

• He and his crew came into your tavern a few hours ago. They're a pretty rowdy bunch but they're respectful and they tip well, so you don't mind.

• He's a huge flirt the whole time. Crooked little grins, his hand brushing yours whenever you bring him abother drink.

• Calling you "princess" or "sweetheart" and asking when your shift ends.

• Leaning his chair back on two legs so he can get a good look at your ass while you're making your rounds.

• Sweet-talking you into joining him for a few drinks when your shift is over.

• Getting bolder when you decide to flirt back, light touches at your waist and hips, leaning in closer to speak in a more intimate tone.

• Pulls you down by the arm to sit on his lap when you get off work and come back to his table.

• His fingers in your hair and his palm cupping your cheek to pull your face down to his so your foreheads touch.

• Another one of his crooked little grins. "Glad I could talk you into it, princess."

• No hesitation, just rubs the tips of your noses together before his lips brush yours playfully.

• Brief, playful kisses, with soft bites and tugging at your bottom lip, his tongue flicking at your top lip and coxing you to open your mouth.

• Soft little purr or murmur when the kiss gets deeper, his tongue swirling around yours.

• Breaking away very briefly to praise you in a low, playful voice, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Mmm, good girl..."

• Lets you set the pace, but keeps control over everything else.

• No concern at all that you're in public, his hand exploring your body, slipping under your skirt to squeeze your ass and pull you closer, so your legs are straddling his.

• Pushing his hips up against yours, parting his lips from yours with a devilish grin. "We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight, sweetheart."

Sanji

• You asked him for cooking lessons as an excuse to get closer to him and he positively jumped at the opportunity.

• "I promise you're in good hands, my dear."

• Stands behind you to demonstrate cutting techniques, his voice low and intimate in your ear as he leans over you.

• Brushes your hair behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your neck.

• Pulls your hand up to brush his lips to it before helping you grip the knife properly.

• You didn't object to him kissing your hand, so now his lips brush your neck just below your ear.

• "You didn’t just want cooking lessons, did you?"

• Low and playful voice in your ear, pulling the knife away from your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

• Touching your waist and pulling you gently back against him to close the distance between your bodies.

• Lifting his hand to curl it under your chin, his thumb brushing slow cirles at your cheek as he turns your head to gaze into your eyes.

• Flashes his most charming smile, his forehead touching yours.

• "All you had to do was ask, darling."

• Presses his lips gently to yours, taking the lead.

• Slow and romantic, like he's savoring every second of tasting you.

• Rubbing his hands up and down your waist slowly, breathing deeply and steadily and tugging you closer.

• Hands exploring your body, his touches and caresses gentle and loving, one hand cupping your breast through your shirt and squeezing it lightly.

• Moaning quietly against your lips in response to your moan.

• Parting his lips away with a charming smile.

• "You, my love, have just made me the happiest man in the entirety of the East Blue."

• Spins you around by your hips, lifts you up and places you on the counter beside his cutting board, your thighs spread around him as his lips meet yours again in a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Zoro

• For a few weeks you've noticed him looking your way when he thinks you're not paying attention, but he hasn't said much of anything.

• You get tasked with waking him up from his nap at dinner time, which you don't really like doing because he can get pretty grumpy about it.

• When you reach the hammock, he cracks one eye open. You tell him that dinner is ready.

• Rubbing at his eyes. "Uh-huh...."

• Tucks a hand behind his neck, his eyes scanning over you for a moment.

• Suddenly wraps a hand around your wrist and pulls you up into the hammock with him, on top of him, startling you immensely.

• Keeps a hand tucked behind his neck, his other moving to cup your chin and pull your head down.

• Smirking a little. "I think I'll just skip to dessert."

• Tilts his head a little to capture your lips.

• Leads you into a slow, lazy kiss, his hand trailing down your back...and then back up, pushing under your shirt to graze across your bare skin.

• His rough calloused fingers and palms break you out almost immediately into goosebumps.

• Not shy about cutting straight to the chase, tugging your shirt off and tossing it aside.

• Leaves your lips to trail kisses down the column of your throat, hands moving up your waist, his fingers curling around the cups of your bra.

• A knock the door breaks your lips apart—Luffy shouting at the other side that dinner's on.

• Rolls his eyes and shouts back, "I'll eat later!"

• Looks up at you, his expression lightening into an amused grin.

• "What about you, (y/n)? You gonna go now?"

• When you shake your head no, he chuckles, his grin growing broader.

• "Yeah, I didn't think so. Now..."

• Suddenly, and with ease, he grips your hip and your waist and flips you onto your back in the hammock, reversing your positions.

• Lays one of his hands flat over your stomach, the other trailing his fingers down the side of your neck, pulling your bra strap down your shoulder.

• "Where were we?"

• And his lips crush against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Mihawk

• It's been over a month since he took you under his wing, and the sexual tension between you is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

• But he won't make a damned move, just keeps teasing at it with subtle soft touches, low and intimate words, shared gazes of desire.

• Just today when you and him made port a few hours ago, he stopped you on the docks before you went your separate ways to resupply.

• Moved in close, his yellow eyes boring into yours with their usual intensity, lowered his head until his forehead touched yours.

• Curled a hand in your hair and murmured with his lips barely an inch away from yours:

• "Be careful, my little bird."

• Dropped his gaze briefly to your lips.

• Brushed his thumb gently over your bottom lip...and then parted from you, disappearing down the crowded street.

• He is driving you absolutely insane and you aren't going to be able to hold out much longer before you just throw yourself at him.

• After resupplying you make your way toward the tavern where you agreed to meet...but you're caught from behind by your arms, a pair of strong hands wrapped around them and pulling you down a dark, empty alley.

• You're shoved against a stone wall and turned around...to face Mihawk, his hands still wrapped around your arms.

• He bores his gaze into yours again.

• Doesn't loosen his grip on your arms.

• "You aren't being vigilant. Anyone could have grabbed you."

• Takes a step closer, your bodies nearly touching.

• Lowers his head, his lips so close they brush across yours as he speaks in a low, intimate tone.

• "I'd rather not lose you, little one."

• Holds your gaze with his own for what feels like hours.

• Trails his fingers down your arms slowly, sending a shiver through your whole body.

• Lets his hands linger at your hips.

• Tightens his grip suddenly, taking a swift step forward so your body is pinned between his and the wall completely.

• In the same motion, tilts his head and crushes his lips against yours in a bruising, passionate kiss.

• Finally.

• His kiss is firm and unyeilding, slow and intense, and he has you trembling against the wall in an instant.

• Parts your lips with his tongue, sighing slowly as you meet it with your own. 

• Grabs your hands and pins them over your head in a show of pure dominance—your pleasure is completely at his whim.

• Drifts his lips across your cheek and your neck, his breath hot against your ear.

• "We will stay in town tonight. I want you in bed with me before sundown."

• Chuckles lightly when you can do nothing but nod fervently.

• "Such a good little bird."

• Kisses your neck, sucking at the tender skin and leaving behind a small bruise.

• He brushes his lips to the mark once more.

• "In case it wasn’t already clear that you belong to me."

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My goyim followers, all those ‘punch Nazi’ posters who have remained silent, or worse, celebrated, this is you. We see you. We remember.

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