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fairyhaos · 11 months

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. ˚ you're everything to me

requested by @cinnamoroxie : could u write some angst ending in fluff and comfort (heavy of f + c please) with minghao and reader is just having an awful day and snaps at hao? then kinda realizes and starts crying and apologizing and honestly just end it w comfort pls <33

pairing: minghao x gn!reader

genre: mild angst, brief fight, crying, comfort, fluff

word count: 2702

warnings: curse words, hao + reader touch ceramic shards with bare hands

notes: it's funny, because i've actually had this idea half-written before a request was even sent in! so this is half a request, and half self-indulgent deluluisms from me haha

summary: minghao may not be a mind reader, and he may not be able to know everything about you in the blink of an eye, but he knows how to make things better again. and really, he thinks that that's all that truly matters.

Honestly, Minghao is actually quite proud that he's able to tell your mood just from the way you open the front door.

Before you even unlock it, he can hear the aggressive key shaking, and you slam the door shut behind you with such force that the whole apartment feels like it's shuddering. He looks up from his book, setting it down on the bedside table and walking out into the hallway when there's a loud crash, and a string of curses whips him across the face.

You're crouched down on the floor, next to the broken pieces of what used to be the ceramic key bowl that was kept by the door. Neither of you used it, really, but it seemed that it had fallen over when you'd knocked your arm against it in your anger, and now your hands are shaking, frame hunched over the broken pieces, and he can tell that you are upset.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asks, instantly, and then regrets it as your entire frame stiffens with annoyance.

You're in a bad mood—a horrible one, actually, and any sort of mild confrontation from anyone will make you blow up in ways that he knows you'll regret afterwards.

"What do you think, Xu Minghao?" you hiss out, not looking up, trying to collect the broken pieces of the bowl.

Minghao doesn't reply, simply looking down at you before sighing, walking towards where you're crouched on the floor.

"Here, let me do it," he says, calmly, gently. His hands replace yours on the floor, gathering up the ceramic pieces. You won't let him take the pieces already in your hands, though, stubborn, but he just lets you, walking into the living room to deposit the pieces into the nearest bin.

Neither of you say anything about how you really shouldn't be picking up ceramic shards with bare hands, nor about the fact that it probably means there's still some left on the floor. Because that's not important at the moment.

Minghao turns to face you, but you keep your gaze fixed on the floor, brow furrowed tightly.

"Y/N? Love?" He tries to get you to meet his eyes, but you're steadfastly looking somewhere else, anywhere else, refusing to look at him. That's a sure sign that you're trying not to cry, and he's told you to release your emotions when it gets too much, but it's hard for you, and even though he gets frustrated by that, he still wants to try and help.

"Minghao, I've had the shittiest day. Just… leave me alone."

He shakes his head, trying to step closer to you. "I can't do that. You know I can't do that."

"Yes you can," you bite back, almost instantly, and he blinks. "God, there's no need to be so worried over me, okay? I don't need you hovering over me like I'm going to fucking break. All I did was break that bowl, it's not a big deal."

Well. Minghao knows that this is your anger talking, but it's just so hard to continue talking to you gently when you're biting at his outstretched hand. "Then why are you so upset?”

“Why do you need to know?” you say, and sidestep him, walking out of the room.

“Why do you not want me to know?” he counters, following you. He can hear your eye roll, and he knows he’s getting on your nerves, but he wants to know. He wants to help. “Is it because of the bowl?”

You yank open the fridge, staring at it, before slamming the door shut. “Yeah. I’m in a shitty mood because of the bowl. Because I broke that fucking bowl.” You stare at him, blankly, irritatedly. “Happy now?”

No, he’s not happy, not in the slightest. Minghao crosses his arms, staring at you from across the kitchen. “Tell me the real reason, Y/N. What happened today? Did someone say something to you?”

You roll your eyes, hard, turning away and busying yourself with opening drawers and looking inside them for no reason at all. You can’t tell Minghao the real reason you’re acting like this. Because it’s stupid, to just say that it’s because you woke up feeling ‘wrong’ and then your entire day had just been tiringly normal.

“No. I just told you, it’s because I broke that stupid bowl.”

There’s a part of you that’s screaming at yourself for constantly being so curt and snappish with Minghao when you know he’s only trying to help, but your pride and the bigger, more hurt, more prickly part of you can’t bear to stop digging into this hole of irritation and anger that you’ve been making.

And so you keep going, shovel clanging hopelessly against the ground even as every bone is crying in protest.

“We can always buy a new bowl,” Minghao is saying, gently, understandingly, and it’s so logical and well-intentioned that the ugly urge to shoot it down rises up in you.

"Yeah, of course you'd fucking say that," you spit, and it sounds so horrible and you want to take it back, but you're just so upset and embarrassed that you can't.

And so what do you do?

You keep going.

“You’re always thinking so logically, like everything can be solved just like that, aren’t you? Well some things… some things just aren’t like that, Minghao.” You gesture wildly at yourself. “Like me. You think that by coming up to me, asking so softly ‘are you okay’ that I’m going to be fine? That—that all my pain is just going to fucking disappear? I asked you to leave me alone. I don’t need you on my back all the time. It’s annoying.”

Minghao’s face has fallen, his expression stony and still. His ears are red, and he crosses his arms, looking you up and down. “I’m sorry I’m not a fucking mind reader. I don’t know what you’re thinking if you don’t tell me, okay? I need to be on your back so I can help you. So I can do what you need.”

“And I told you I need you to shove off,” you spit, knuckles white against the countertop, shaking. Every horrible, disgusting feeling is rising inside of you, uncontrollable, higher and higher with incredible speed and now it’s crashing down, over you and over Minghao. “I don’t need you.”

“Yes, you do,” Minghao says, but you’re already shaking your head.

“I just said I don’t, didn’t I? You said you’re not a mind reader, so here’s me telling my mind to you.” Your fingers have gone numb. So has your chest. But you carry on. “Leave me. The fuck. Alone.”

The words are harsh, spat out like whistling bullets, and Minghao physically takes a step back, surprised. You hadn’t yelled, hadn’t raised your voice, but the malice and fury in your voice had shocked the both of you, and suddenly the waves have soaked you, leaving you shivering and cold and looking at him with a sense of clarity. Like coming out of a red-hot haze.

Minghao’s eyes are wide, and the hurt in them is so visible it’s like it’s tangible, that earlier irritation gone and simply replaced with shock. Shock that you said something like that to him.

“Oh,” you whisper, and it’s like the blood is running frozen in your veins, a sudden dowsing of reality, showing you what you’ve just done. Your vision is going blurry, heart having abruptly unthawed and begun pounding, startled, in your chest. “Hao…”

Minghao doesn't reply, and that makes you feel even worse, the worries now overtaking your earlier anger and making you fear that you're losing him, losing your wonderful, wonderful Minghao all because of words you didn't mean.

You sniff, eyes welling up faster, and you feel a little pathetic over how you're crying because of what you'd said, but you're just so exhausted and everything hurts. "I'm sorry… Hao, I'm so sorry."

The tears spill over, now, and you keep on wiping at your cheeks but they continue to fall, endless, incessant.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you know I— I don't mean that," you whisper, shaky. Every time you try to clear your gaze, everything ends up blurred again, and Minghao is just a watery outline in front of you. "I'm just so… so—" you bite your lips, stifling a sob. "I'm just so tired."

You can't speak anymore, too overcome, a hand over your mouth in an attempt to hide your pathetic, selfish sobs, the other hand clutching your stomach. Your entire body feels like it's lurching, sick with fatigue and fear.

But then, one moment you're standing there, trembling in the corner of the kitchen, and next there are arms wrapping around you and a chin resting on your head with a shoulder pressed into your cheeks.

"I know, love, I know," Minghao murmurs, and he's still being so gentle and it makes you feel even worse. "It's okay. Shh, it's okay."

One of the reasons you love hugging and being hugged by Minghao is because he hugs in such an all-encompassing way. His arms engulf you, his scent is everywhere, and his shoulder is in your mouth and his neck in your eyes and there's just so much Minghao surrounding you that you kind of feel like crying even more.

"I'm sorry," you're whispering, again and again, into his shoulder, and even through the tears he can understand you loud and clear.

"It's okay," he says, softly, one hand rubbing circles into your back and the other wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you pressed as close as possible to him. "Don't apologise, I understand, it's alright."

The softness in his voice makes you whimper, feeling undeserving of such understanding. "Minghao…"

He makes soft soothing sounds, keeping his arms tight around you, his hand firm and warm at your waist, grounding you with the touch, reminding you of his presence. You're clinging to his shoulders as if he's going to disappear any moment, and in response he only holds you impossibly tighter.

"I know, I know, it's okay, don’t worry," he says, tilting his head slightly to kiss your temple. "Minghao is here for you, okay? You can cry as much as you want."

Minghao is someone who's very sturdy. He's firm, he's always very there, and it makes him so perfect to hug. He's not the biggest fan of physical touch, and it isn't often that you have such meltingly intertwined hugs like this, but there are times when both of you crave that touchiness. Like now, you suppose. And when you do, he's always, always willing to give it to you. And vice versa.

"My Y/N had a hard day today, hm?" he asks, letting you cry quietly into his shoulder. You nod, just slightly, and he sighs softly. "Oh, dear. I'm so sorry, my love. I'm sorry that happened to you."

"I'm sorry," you try to say, again, but he shushes you before you can finish.

"No, there's no need to be sorry, I understand completely," Minghao murmurs. "You're tired, and I pushed you too far. I'm sorry."

Minghao is so warm, so comforting, and after a moment your legs buckle and you fall. He falls partway with you, helping you to your feet again, and he keeps you pressed against his chest as he slowly backs out of the kitchen and into the living room, falling onto the sofa, you still in his arms.

This way, you're curled up in his lap, safely cocooned in his arms, in his presence. He looks down at you, soft, wiping the wetness that's staining your jawline.

"Shh, don't worry, my love," he says soothingly, thumb still rubbing gently up and down your jaw, holding you as you cry. His other arm is still around you, your head against his chest, and it just feels so safe. "Cry as much as you need. I'm here."

And so you do. Several minutes pass, or perhaps hours, but Minghao holds you through it all, whispering words of praise and reassurance, repeating over and over that it’s okay, that you’re doing okay, that he’s here and he loves you. And eventually, when the tears die down and you’re taking in big, shaky breaths, he dabs at your eyes with his fingers, and it doesn’t clear up the tears all that much but now you can see him properly, see him smile down at you so, so lovingly.

His hand is tracing nonsensical patterns across your side, the other swiping a thumb delicately across the under of your eyes. His eyes are soft as he looks at you, and there’s no hurt or irritation in them, as you’d feared. Only pure understanding.

"Feeling better?" Minghao asks, a rumbling whisper, and you duck your head, leaning against his chest once more.

“Don’t know,” you whisper, sounding all clogged up due to the tears. After a moment, you add, “Head hurts.”

That makes him chuckle softly. “I can imagine. You cried a lot, love.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry,” Minghao says, clicking his tongue. Just a simple sound. No malice, no annoyance. “It’s good to release your emotions, rather than bottling them all up until you can’t handle them anymore.”

“Still, ‘m sorry,” you mumble, ashamed, guilt pricking your insides, but less intense than before. Soothed by Minghao’s warm hand on your cheek. “Sorry for saying that. Sorry for making you sad. I shouldn’t have said that to you.”

“Don’t say sorry,” is all Minghao says, again. “And while it’s true that I can’t read your mind, I should have been able to read your body language. I’ll be more aware next time, and give you the space you need.”

You shake your head. “No, no. I think… I think I did want you with me. I was just so angry that I said the opposite, out of spite.”

“Okay,” Minghao says. “That’s okay.”

And the way he says it makes you begin to believe that it really is.

"Want to talk about it?" he asks quietly after a moment, watching you play with your hands.

"No," you whisper back.

He clicks his tongue again disapprovingly, playfully. "You know it's not a good thing to keep this in. It's better to talk it out."

"Don't want to."

Minghao watches as you take his hands into your own, bending his fingers and circling his knuckles with fingertips before interlacing your hands together, secure. He squeezes your hand, once, and something warm blooms in his chest at the quiet, happy noise you let out.

"Don't need to talk about it," you say. "I'm feeling better now."

"You do?"

You nod, and he smiles, squeezing your hand again.

"I'm glad."

Your hand is warm in his, warmed by the contact, and perhaps a little sticky with sweat and remnants of tears but he doesn't care. Having you breathe steadily against him, having you on him, calm and relaxed once again has the same effect as if he had been the one to go through a relaxation routine.

It makes him relieved, to know that he’s been able to relax you, to get you out of whatever frustrated headspace you’d been in before. You dig your nails into the soft skin on the back of his hand, just lightly, and the playful move makes him smile.

"Y/N?"

You hum in acknowledgement.

"I'm always going to be here for you," he says, and he says it simply, like it's just a fact, and maybe. Maybe it really is.

"Thank you," you say back, and you feel light, like your worries from earlier truly have been lifted.

Huh. Perhaps there really was truth to the idea of how sharing a problem can lessen the load.

“Hao?” you say after a moment.

He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, cheek pressed against the top of your head. “Hm?”

“You’re everything to me,” you say, soft, shy. “Please stay with me.”

That makes him smile, and he lifts himself away to press a kiss to your forehead, feather-light, before resting against your head once more.

“Of course,” he murmurs. “Of course.”

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thebottomfromhell · 11 months

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I hope that's ok, but could you write about the Upper Moons and their partner, who is their opposite? I just love the couple dynamic where "opposites attract". If you don't want to write about it, it's okay, in any case, have a nice day and mood!💞

Thank you 💞, I hope you like what I wrote. Since I didn't know if you wanted any specific Uppermoon... I did all of them (the adults), lol. Sorry if it's not what you wanted and that it took me some time. If asked something more specific I can go into more detail, but I hope this will be enough for the moment. Opposites attract is a lovely dynamic if done correctly so here is my attempt.

Opposited attract, human gn reader.

Warnings: A bit of Manga spoilers, Power imbalance and Mentions of cannibalism (both are mostly them refering of how they have to be careful with you), Some erotic themes implied, Kokushibou's and Gyutaro's insecurities, Akaza's angst, and Karaku will moan to annoy you (like the moaning while the other is on the phone type of context).

Kokushibou:

You are such a free-spirited and free-minded person.

Kokushibou can't forget how fragile you actually are, being a human, so he never acts upon it, but he can't help but envy you. "Koku-kun, calm down. The world won't die if the hierarchy does for a few minutes. Don't worry that pretty head of yours." He is so cold, but you warm him up as you are patient with him and try to get him to stop getting frustrated over the smallest things, like Akaza and Douma fighting or remembering his human life. "Don't call me that." He protests, but still lets you do as you please.

You are patient, tolerant and understanding, you don't hold yourself. He wishes he could be more like that and less like himself. There are times he just wants to push you away, for you to disappear, to stop reminding him what he isn't. But at the same time he craves having you by his side, to chase after you.

In the end he just stays by your side in silent, watching you be that beautiful self. "C'mon Koku, just relax. We are ok."

Douma:

You are very mature, specially in emotional intelligence.

Douma can't help but notice you know how to respond to everyone's feelings. You are very empathic and can easily deal with yourself without hurting others, not that Douma would know anything about being hurt. Still, you are very weird to him. Even when he teases you (and he can be cruel at doing so) you only take a deep breath. "Douma, please stop. I'm not standing those comments, they are hurtful and I will leave if you don't stop."

"Alright, alright. I will stop." It's not that he could not stop you from leaving, but it's weird how you handle the matter. You don't just barely tolerate unlike his followers and Gyokko, nor ignore him like Kokushibou and Muzan, much less attack him like Akaza, the Hashira and technically her. But this is not about her. It's about you. "Thank you for listening." You are honest but willing to compromise at the same time you stand for yourself in a respectful way.

You are just a human, like any other he could just eat you, but he doesn't want to. He wants to understand first. How? Why? That makes him always want stick around you. "Hey, Y/N. How about we go to my place? That would be lovely!" But he doesn't show it besides acting like he does with everyone else. Because Douma is bad with feelings.

Akaza:

You are always growing, not only physically, but mentally.

It scares Akaza, to be honest, how you are constantly transitioning and changing. "I just decided to try a new hobbie, might like it more than what I do in my free time now." If he looks away a more than a month you already changed your rutine, already have a different favorite things, and learned so much it changed your worldview. And for Akaza is a bit hard to keep up with it. "I have buyed a few more books, I will read them whenever I have time." Not also this, but you are aging, like the human you are.

"Become a demon, Y/N." He always tells you, afraid that one day you will not be there. Or worse, that you will but he won't be able to recognize you. Because you are always moving on, and he is stuck. Stuck as the third Uppermoon, stuck as a demon, stuck as a servant of Muzan, stuck in his hatred, stuck in the feeling someone something should be here but it's not, stuck in the need to bring up medicine something, stuck in his desesperation to get stronger to save them. But you don't become a demon, you will die, you will leave him behind too.

You always comfort him, and he stays close 24/7. He's afraid and can't let you go. "Please don't leave me behind." It's hard to convince him you won't, but still, besides you he is very happy. Sometimes he wishes you could get stuck with him, but he won't force to anything. "I'm here, Akaza." For now.

Nakime:

You are a humble sunshine! No, really, you smile as if both your wallet and mind were empty.

Nakime doesn't know what the heck she likes about you. You are lovely, she can easily admit that, but that's it? Still, she lets you around, you watch with awe her castle, wanting to touch everything, to explore everything. "Nakime-chan! Your house is the one of an empress!" You always compliment her for everything.

"You are also very impressive." She tries to answer that good vibes, it's bit hard to her. You don't mind it, you are fine with how little she gives. There is also the fact that you talk a lot and she can't keep up with that. "Nakime-chan, it's not necesary for you to compliment me. I know it doesn't come naturally to you. Just being around and you teaching me all this greatness make me so happy already."

But she loves being around you, she lets you explore but keeps an eye on you to make sure you are not hurt. She relaxes against the positive energy you bring to her home as you wander around or join her to talk to her. This is fine.

Hantengu:

You are brave and honest, always facing upfront everything. A natural leader.

Hantengu admires you a lot, but he also finds you quite intimidating. Everytime you are around he hides and covers himself, which is a bit cute with how nervious en embarrassed he is, but you always manage to find him to talk. You share yout thoughts and feelings easily and try to reach solutions. "I really think you should find a way to depend a bit less on the clones. They can't always be around."

"Al right, I will see into it. I promise. Just let me be, please. I'm very tired." He lies, he always lies. It's hard to not lie. To lie is to protect himself, and he's just so afraid. He knows you can deal with the situations but he is too paranoid to not lie. Still, you are patient with him, and he trusts you enough to rely on you. He really likes you because he can actually do that.

It's hard to be so afraid of everything, to not being able to trust himself. He didn't ask to be like this. You are a stable safespace. You are trying to communicate, no idea if there will ever be results. But you try.

Sekido:

You are a hyped disaster who just wants to have fun!

Sekido wants to die. What was going on with him falling in love with the perfect mix of Karaku and Urogi?! What the hell?! "C'mon Sweet-Cherry, let's just have fun!" You pull him into doing a reckless and useless activity that would probably get you both killed if he wasn't a demon. "DON'T CALL ME LIKE THAT!" He screams blushing, you are nothing more than trouble. You start laughing and keep teasing him and he just trembles of embarrassment and rage. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

He never does anything to you, how could he? Not only you are too precious, but you would die from an attack of his. Why must you be so infuriating?! Always being in the best mood?! "Ohhhh, are you mad? You look cute at mad, but you know what would be even more cute? A smile!" He really can't stand you... and that is why he just stays still as he lets you have your way with him, huh? There are times he is just amused and watches you be.

There are even times you got him to laugh "*gasp* Is that a smile? That's so cute!" He will always deny "NO, leave me alone!" He gets used to your teasing, and you know you've won when he starts teasing you back. "I stop looking at you and you almost kill yourself. Are you that needy?" He asked once amused. "Oh hell yeah, I am. You should always look at me!" He does.

Karaku:

You are a concentrated person with great ambitions.

Honestly? Karaku is always just chasing a good time, that includes chasing you at times. You, on the other hand, don't do anything without having actually thought about it, analyze the results, pro's and con's. "C'mon, Hot-stuff! Pay attention to me!" He is always trying to distract you when you are working.

You want more than what you have, you want to get big things, be big things, that you work hard for it. "Give me 15 more minutes and I'l spoil you, Karaku. But I'm working." He doesn't want to wait, so he puts himself on your ear and "Argh~ ohh fuck~ ahh, Y/N~ it feels- mnph!" You blush and cover his mouth with you hand, and he starts to lick it and suck it.

You always have to redo your schedule for him, he is greedy for attention and likes to mess around. He thinks it's funny both how you resist to his charms but also give in to them. He is supportive of you, so he will help if you tell him to do something in specific, but still. Karaku is a distraction, a pleasurable one, and you are addicted to it. It's only human to procrastinate. "Y/N! Let's have fun together!"

Urogi:

You are classy and collected, almost having a zen presence.

Urogi likes you a lot, "You are like, shiny but without glowing or reflecting light, if that makes sense" it doesn't, but you understand what Urogi wants to say. He is always moving and acting like an animal, he likes grabbing things with his feet, chew all his food together inside his mouth filling it until parts slip off his lips, destroy things and draw attention. But you also attrack people's attention.

"Behave a little Urogi, watch your manners." You wipe softly and kindly some dirt in his cheek with a piece of cloth, being patient and tender. Ever so calm, like a Buddha! And you are elegant as well, and Urogi only wants to play and mess with you. He wants to snach you away because he likes you. "Mine!"

He is always or moving around you or all over you, sometimes he kidnaps you before flying away. As he is careful to not hurt you, you are forever impossible to perturb. That only makes him crazier about you, hyped by only having you near. "Y/N, call me Baby-bird! I like it when you call me petnames! Call me something cute!" You only chuckle calmly before nodding and speaking gently. "Is this ok, my Baby-bird?" "Yay! Call me that again!"

Aizetsu:

You are loud and strong-willed [You are Naruto Uzumaki, believe it! Okno 🤣 sorry.]

Aizetsu looks up to you, you have a very strong character and a determined personality. You are not afraid to draw everyone's attention to yourself and to stand up for what you believe. "Sekido, stop scolding Aizetsu! He is trying his best! Aizetsu, baby, don't let him talk to you like that!" He really likes you and can't help himself but shy away.

"Thank you for defending me, Y/N. I'm sorry for being a bother." You lunge fowar to grab his shoulders with your arm and press him against you, making him blush. "You are not a bother, just... stop letting others talk and walk over you. And stop being so cute!" It's easy to forget who is the more powerful between you two, since you always take the lead and he lets you be fondly.

He likes when you hold him and cuddle him, loving that you just go for what you want and that you go for him. Most of the time you are physically touching somehow, he passive and letting you do whatever you are, blushing at most. And you all over him showering him with love. "You are my baby, Aizetsu! Don't forget it, I will always be there for you!"

Gyokko:

You are lazy, always looking tired, but very generous and kind.

Gyokko wants to scream everytime he sees you looking as if you just woke up. He actually does scream at times, horrified, really. "AHHHHHHHHH! Oh gods, oh gods, you look TERRIBLE! What happened?!" You just look at him, not really caring of your appereance, before smiling softly to him. "I stayed up late, that's all. Don't worry about me, Gyokko." That only frustrates him more "I'M NOT WORRIED! I'M DISGUSTED! GO BACK TO SLEEP!"

Honestly, there are times he thinks just eating you and get over with it would be easier, but he doesn't want to risk it. As a human, anything that happens to you might be your last breath. He doesn't want you gone, and it's easier to blame how fragile your body your state instead of the fact thatcyou don't take that much care of yourself. Specially because you care a lot for others, always helping around, giving others your time, energy and resources.

And while that is the reason he loves you, he feels you should focus more on yourself at times. But you spend a lot of time together. Sometimes you watch him from afar while he makes pots, other times he watches you help others. You watch him with kindness and awe, he watches whoever is with you with anger and frustration. "Stop wasting so much on others! Come with me right now, I'm taking you away!" You are the most patient and understanding, you you mend the problems you both have. "Let me finish this favor I promised someone and I will go out with you. Don't be impatient." He is impatient, but you both manage.

Gyutaro:

Well-born, you are very healthy in every sense possible.

Gyutaro doesn't even know what is that you like from him, he's poor, ugly, sounds ill, has low self-steem, can't say no to Daki, has enough envy to fill the district's money if he was paid for it, and you can keep listing. And you still stay around. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what is going on."

He has so much envy of you. You are reliable with your emotions, you have a body you clearly take care of, a well developed brain and skills, you are socially apt, and you were born in a family with money. You are everything he hates and yet you are so good... "I really just want... something, ne. I don't know. Give me something from you, ne." You give him a hug and he burries his face into you.

You know how to treat yourself and others without getting hurt, without being anything like him. He really would love to be more like you, just like he loves to have you around to help him. Because he loves his sister, but he also wants somwhere he can heal, and you are good health personificated for him "Let's keep this a bit, ne." He tells you. "Alright, and you're welcome." He thanks you softly as he follows your lead and trust you to help him with whatche needs, even when he doesn't want ir or disagrees.... he thinks you could fix him.

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homelanderbutbig · 5 months

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Tell Me What You Need (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1237 words. Hurt/comfort and fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You've had a bad day, and Homelander is baffled at how to comfort you. Inspired by this ask.

Homelander is restlessly tapping his fingers on the couch while he waits for you to come to his penthouse, and you're already later than usual. Although he would never describe himself as such, he is very much a creature of habit. He anticipates that you will get off work at the same time every day, and swiftly head up the elevator back to his waiting arms. The odd time you are even a few minutes late is enough to put him in a mood, requiring a heavy dose of cuddles for him to forgive your 'transgression'.

Impatiently, he rolls his eyes and huffs as he finally hears your heartbeat approaching the penthouse. He expects an excellent reason for you keeping him waiting, as well as some heartfelt head scratches to make this up to him.

However, this displeasure hastily evaporates when you get off the elevator. With his X-ray vision, he can see that you have been holding back tears, but you are still doing your best to keep your composure. He straightens his posture as you wipe your watery eyes and head into the living room.

Homelander stares as you silently walk up to the oversized couch, using the steps he had installed to climb up and sit down beside him. While you are doing your best to hide your emotions, you can't conceal the thumps of your rapid pulse or the smell of your cortisol hormones spiking from stress.

"Something the matter?" he inquires, trying to be polite even though it's already obvious to him.

"I… I just had a bad day at work," you sigh, finally let go of the day's pressures. Tears begin streaming down your face as you wrap your arms around your sides. "I'm sorry."

Without a word he looks down at you, watching you cry. You have never displayed any amount of sadness in front of him before, and he is confounded at how exactly to provide you with some form of security right now. Usually, he's the one that requires the daily validation. He's never had to be the one to initiate comfort.

"There… uh… there there," Homelander says, gently patting your thigh as you've done to him when he's upset. Mentally, he's running through everything you do for him, but he is struggling to think of what you would do in this situation.

"Is there… something I can do to make you feel better?" he asks, lightly petting your knee with his thumb. When you don't respond, he exhales a flustered breath. "Just, tell me what you need… please". His brow furrows in frustration, not from you but from himself. This feeling of uselessness is not one he experiences often, and right now seeing you like this is causing this sentiment to be tenfold.

Turning your gaze up at Homelander, you can see the internal battle he is fighting in his mind, all over you. In any other situation, seeing him so shook up over not knowing what to do would make you smile at his childlike awkwardness. But right now, there is something deeply heartwarming about how much he cares for your wellbeing, even if he doesn't know how to express it.

You practically throw yourself into Homelander's wide chest, desperate for one of his warm, cozy hugs. At first this unexpected embrace takes him by surprise, but he quickly envelops you in his big arms, petting your head with his fingers. Despite breathing a sigh of relief at you taking control, he does his best to keep up his self-confidence that this was what he intended. You always do so much for him, like it's instinctual. Just once he wants to show you that he can do the same.

Carefully, he adjusts himself to lay down across the couch, keeping you snuggled safe on his chest. His head his positioned against the armrest, giving him the perfect view of you in his arms. While stroking your back, he is racing through his thoughts of what to do next. Listening to your weepy sniffles makes him feel more stressed, like he can't even do a simple hug correctly. He wants to relieve your depression, and prove himself to you so badly.

Suddenly, something sparks inside him, a memory of you that Homelander deeply cherishes. He recalls the way you draw on his palm with your fingers, feeling your touches so filled with love. It's always pained him not to be able to do the same on your small hand with his immense fingers. However, he realizes your back is a big enough canvas for him.

Using his index finger, he starts doodling along your back. He's not an artist by any means, yet he manages a basic stick figure cat. At first you seem confused at what he's doing, but pride swells through his heart when he hears you giggle faintly.

"Is that a cat?" you ask, tilting your head up to catch a glimpse of Homelander's smile. Your body shakes as he chuckles at your question, easing his own anxiety at the sight of you beginning to relax.

"Yeah," he replies, showing off his fangs while he beams down at you. "Good guess."

Homelander continues drawing various animals on your back, his toothy grin getting wider each time you correctly figure out his makeshift creations. Considering that his hands are too large to hold regular writing instruments, he's only ever used the pens Vought made specifically for his size to sign autographs or important documents. He's never thought himself to have any degree of artistic talent, but there's an unfamiliar feeling of assurance growing within him.

As apprehensive as it makes him to try new things he worries he won't get perfect immediately, there is a satisfying sense of accomplishment that you can figure out his crude doodles. It makes him want to draw for you more often, so you can continue to be proud of his art. Perhaps he needs to get Ashley to have some colourful markers made for him. His fridge has always looked bare.

After a time, Homelander stops doodling on your back and resumes just holding you, internally gratified at how he was able to successfully comfort you, all on his own. He could stay like this for the rest of the night, totally content at his handywork.

Meanwhile, you are resisting the urge to fall asleep, taken in by the warmth of his embrace and softness of his cushioned suit. But you know you aren't going to be leaving this snuggle session anytime soon, so you accept that it's not worth fighting your body anymore.

"Thank you Homelander," you yawn, closing your eyes as you nuzzle your head deeper into his padded chest. You can sense his arms wrapping around you like a weighted blanket, with just enough pressure to make you feel safe and protected.

"I'm glad I could help," he replies, treasuring the trust you have in him to doze off in his arms.

For the first time in your relationship, he feels that he has returned the same level of care you give to him every day. He's always longed to show you how much he appreciates everything you do for him, the way you effortlessly soothe his fears and anxieties. The pride of knowing he is capable of, well, being able to form a normal connection with someone is immeasurable.

"You can depend on me too."

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #homelander x reader #g/t #size difference #my writing

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kaplerrr · 1 year

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Uhm, idk ?

TW: self indulgent, fluff mainly, tiny bit of angst, talking about insecurities through a mug, slight mention of scars, obnoxious lack of self esteem, Kintsugi, bad grammar bc english is not my first language, probably ooc

König can defend himself alone but im ready to throw a fit if anyone disrespect him, even if "anyone" is him

I just wanna hug this giant gremlin tightly and never let him go, is this too much to ask ???

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The sound of something breaking in the kitchen makes you jump.

You rush to the kitchen and see König sheepishly starring at a broken mug on the floor.

Your mug.

"Kö, are you all right ?" You ask, already grabbing a broom to gather the pieces.

He nods stiffly before taking the broom from your hand, slight guilt and frustration in his pale blue eyes. "Ja... I'm sorry, I dropped it. I didn't mean to, I just-.. Sorry." He sighs as he lowers himself to pick up the shattered mug.

You shake you head with a soft smile as you reassure him "Hey, it's not that deep. I can buy a new one."

"But I know you liked that one. It was your favourite..."

He sounds upset and you're not sure to know why. It was just a mug. Sage green on the outside, white inside. Not the hardest mug to find you thought.

Your gaze travel from his troubled eyes to the remaining of the mug and you see clean cuts. You watch the shattered glass and smile, an idea blossoming in your mind. You grap his wrist as he was about to throw them away.

He stills, waiting for you to say something as he looks at you with curiosity.

"Don't throw them away yet, I have an idea !" You quickly grab a few items in your room and go back to the kitchen, a mischievous grin plastered on your face "Let's fix it!"

You sit and start to pour epoxy in a little container. As you grab a brush, you notice that König is not moving, looking at you awkwardly.

"Well ? Why don't you sit down and grab a brush ? We're doing it together." You say softly. You can't feel totally satisfied as you notice he hasn't gotten rid off that guilty look. You try to lighten the mood.

"I feel like in a Grey's Anatomy episode. "It's a beautiful day to save lives" Oh, I've always dreamt of saying those words" you giggle as you see König chuckle lightly.

Here we go.

"You should smile more often, you're absolutely precious when you do" you said matter-of-factly, still smiling. You see König blush but his smile doesn't leave his face.

Good.

"So, ready to save M. Mug ?"

He nods and adds bashfully "We should name it.."

Again, you laugh. Delighted.

"Absolutely ! Any idea ?" When he shakes his head, you pause to think about it. "What about Steve ?"

"Steve ?"

"Steve." You say with confidence. You see König's shoulders shake as he laugh quietly, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest.

"Steve it is then."

You both start to glue the pieces back together as you explain the concept of Kintsugi to König. He listens to you religiously as he tried his best to be delicate with the pieces he was holding.

As you pause your talking, he sighs and apologies again for breaking Steve in the first place.

"König, it's alright, you did nothing wrong. Steve fell, Steve broke but Steve's strong, he's gonna survive and be the most unique mug of the kitchen." As you were applying golden powder on the cracks, you look at him, knowing he wasn't done talking.

"But what if Steve couldn't be fixed ?"

You felt an unwelcome feeling pinch your heart as you answered "It would have been an accident. Accidents happen." You add "But see ? We are giving him a second chance to live. Not because he was shattered before means he's useless now."

You don't resist the temptation to take his hand and brush your thumb against his scarred knuckles, leaving traces of golden powder. You were always hesitant when touching König because you didn't want to force your touch on him, knowing full well he wasn't always comfortable with it. You often wondered if he was tolerating your touch or if he was too gentle to say something. However, you know it was ok when you feel him squeeze your hand delicately.

"There's beauty in flaws, Kö. A beauty you want to embrace and highlight. That's the art of Kintsugi" you say softly. He nods, throat feeling tight.

You quickly finish to apply the golden powder, your hand still wrapped with König's. You smile widely "Good as new !" König watches the green and golden mug with a soft gaze before looking at you, awe and gratefulness overwhelming him.

You blush slightly as you're putting the epoxy and the powder away. You smile at him.

He smiles back, eyes free of any guilt or any other negative emotions.

You silently vow to yourself to protect this smile.

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I do have a mug named Steve 👁️👄👁️

#könig is bbg #könig is precious #konig x you #könig x y/n #könig x reader #könig fluff #mw2 #könig mw2 #the things i do for this guy #absolutely insane #if könig means king #i shall rightfully kneel down

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lyramundana · 9 months

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Hello! Your request of Bang Chan being jealous/controlling is set to be written in August.

But since we are both a lover of soft smut, can I pls request inexperienced reader with Chan? Just something comforting and sweet.

Thank you :)

I'm incredibly, tremendously sorry for the long waiting. I'm the queen of procrastinating and I had zero ideas of how to proceed with this one, but mostly it was procrastinating. I'm not confident on writing soft smut scenes, but I'll try my best here:

Again, sorry for the waiting, and I hope this turned out decently. It's been on my drafts for a long while, but I never found the headspace to finish it:

When you were first starting to get to know Christopher, it was obvious he was experienced in that field, which made you slightly insecure about your own lack of it and it worried you that he might had find you less desirable.

Surprisingly, not only he was very understanding and sweet about it, but he seemed to want you even more.

He gladly took over everything. If you weren't sure, he guided you through it with his gentle voice and safe hands. Needless to say, your first time with him was mindblowing and better than you could've ever imagined. In fact, you enjoyed it so much that you felt yourself growing addicted to it.

You never thought you could grow so needy and horny for a man, and it made you feel a bit embarrassed sometimes, but he made clear how much he loved it.

You come home after an awful day. Everything seemed to go the opposite way of what you wanted, and added to the sexual frustration you are already carrying, you are beyond stressed. Your boyfriend is there, waiting for you to arrive, and as soon as he notices your mood, he hops you in his arms to comfort you.

-Hey, babygirl. What happened? Do I need to beat up someone? -he caressed your hair, kissing your forehead as he spoke in his gentle, loving voice. You felt yourself melt in his arms and the stress slowly leaving you.

-Just a bad day, that's all. I'm so sick of everything. -you murmur with your face buried in his shirt, and you happened to feel his strong pecks right under it.

Your skin feels hotter and it has nothing to do with the weather.

He rubbed your back, soothingly.

-You know what, baby? How about we take a long, warm bath and you try to relax? And maybe you can tell me about your day -he said as he left a kiss on the top of your head.

You stilted in his arms, lookin up with big doe eyes. A bath sounded great indeed...until you realized he intended to take it with you.

You would die.

And that's how minutes later, you found yourself buried in the warm water that reached your shoulders, with Chris' chest against your back and his arms surrounding your torso. Sometimes, his fingers draw circles on your sides and it drove you mad. How long has it been since your last intimate time together, after all? Weeks? A month?

-Try to relax, baby. I can see the steam coming out of your ears -he spoke against your temple. - You've been tense since I hugged you. Is it something I did?

-No, love. It's not about you. - well, partially yes, but it wasn't the main problem. - Its just..it feels like i'm doomed. No matter how hard I try or how much I improve myself, things go the opposite of how I want them to. I know i'm trying my best, but it doesn't feel enough. -you choked halfway through the words and you sniffed back your tears.

Your boyfriend was in silence for a bit. He pulled you closer to him as he noticed the strain in your voice.

-Oh, baby, it's okay. I understand what it's like, i've been there too. -he laid his head on top of yours, sighing. - It's fucking frustrating, I know, but we have to accept that, sometimes, it doesn't matter how hard we work, some stuff are out of our control and there are things we can't prevent. You're human, love, so you have limits. Don't be so harsh on yourself. -he kissed your neck- for what it's worth, you're more than enough in my eyes. You're perfect.

Your heart was melting as he said that, wanting to cry again but this time out of love. You can't know what you did to deserve for this man to devote himself to you, but you hope it lasts forever.

-I missed being with you like this - you muttered, looking up to him to kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiled and then kissed your lips, sucking your lower lip teasingly. You whined. - Don't do this to me, Christopher, or else..

-Or else what? Tell me, babygirl - he said with an annoyingly sexy grin. His hands descended slowly down to your hips, fingers brushing your inner thighs at times.

You gasped, grabbing his hands to stop them.

-Chris, please..

-What was the last time you had an orgasm, sweet thing? -your grip did nothing to him, as he continued tracing lines inside your thighs, now with his lips brushing your neck.

-I..dont't recall. Last month, I think? I don't know! -you cried as he started to drift closer to your core.

-Oh? You haven't been taking care of yourself, you mean? You know I don't like that, babe -he sounded serious now, pinching your skin to make your squeal.

-I know, it's just...-shit, you couldn't believe you were gonna say it. - I can't...only you can make me feel good. I don't know how do it without you!

His motions stopped suddenly and you whined at the loss. Before you could protest, he turned your whole body until you were facing him, sitting directly in his lap. You felt how hard he was and the words died in your throat.

-Fuck, baby, you can't say that shit to me like it's nothing. - he lunged at your neck and bite the skin harshly, making you moan as he left a mark. -You're so good for me. My good girl, who can't even pleasure herself without my help. You need me, don't you?

You struggled to find your voice with the sudden change of events.

-Y-yes -you gasped when his head brushed your clit. - I don't know-fuck-what to do without you.

His expression softened for a moment, right before acquiring a calculating gaze in his eyes.

-I hate it when you neglect yourself, pretty, but I understand you couldn't help it. I fuck you so good your little hand just can't compare, right? - he closed his eyes as he kept grinding your hips against his. -And you've been busy lately, haven't you? Poor baby must been so stressed. -he took your nipple in his mouth, licking and twirling it in his tongue, making you whimper and grip his shoulders. -You deserve a reward

You gulped. Last time he said you ended up cumming five times in a row, shaking in his sheets and under his mercy.

He raised your hips, lowering you slowly down his raging cock. You sighed at the sensation, throwing your head back. You felt so deliciously full. God, you've missed him so much, missed this. He let out a hiss once he was fully inside you, burying his face in your shoulders and nibbling the skin. When he attempted to roll your hips unto his, you whined and stopped him.

-Shit, Chris, give me a second. You're so big. - you wrapped his neck with your arms and laid your forehead against his, letting him feel your heavy breath.

-My size hasn't changed, baby, but maybe your pussy has forgotten about me. -he chuckled, caressing your cheek. - Guess we'll have to fix that.

You clenched around his lenght with those words and he groaned.

-Please, do. -you begged him, hiding your face in his neck out, flustered. -Fuck the stress away, Daddy. Fuck me until I can't think anymore.

He tensed under you. Holy shit, he was a breath away of wrecking you until you were crying out loud, but had to remind himself this was about you, about making you feel better. He closed his eyes forcefully, taking a deep breath to not fall for his instincts.

-Say less, my love. Let Daddy take care of everything, mm? -his vouce sounded deeper now, tender.

He gripped your hips and began to guide you up and down his lenght. It was a slow, steady pace, but it got you moaning in his chest at the so craved friction. His teeth traced your neck softly, leaving purple marks as he pulled your hair to make more room for his mouth. His hands lowered down to your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he thrusted into you.

You began to bounce unconsciously against him, doing your best to keep up with him. You moaned as his hips shifted and found another angle to hit you deeper, making you tremble in his hold. God, he made you feel so good, your eyes growing glassy.

His movements haltered once he heard you sniff.

-Babygirl? What is it? Want to stop? - you panicked and kept grinding against him.

-No! Don't stop, please - tears flowed your vision. You hugged him tightly, sniffing in his neck. - It's just..you don't know know much I missed this. I haven't stopped aching for you since the last time, but I didn't know how to tell without sounding desesperate and I.. - he silenced with your his lips, swallowing your next words. He bit your lower lip gently and pulled a bit before letting you go.

-My pretty, perfect baby, what did I do to deserve you? -he covered your face in kisses as he fastened his thrusts, making you whimper in surprise and pleasure. - You couldn't ever sound desesperate to me. I'll drop anything to give you what you need, so please, don't refrain yourself like that. -he toyed with your nipples again, making you moan loudly. - I'm here for you, princess. It's my job and biggest joy to give you what you want. -he groaned as you clenched around him again. - Now, let's fuck the stres out of you.

You went on like this for a while, with a quick but gentle pace. Your sounds of pleasure filling the room, for whoever happened to hear them. You needed this more than him, this relief and comfort only he could give you. His words encouraged you to just take what you needed.

The knot started to form in your stomach and you still reacted like the first time, eyes wide open and body tense as you took in the incredible sensation. Like he could feel it, his fingers drifted to your clit and began to rub it expertly, helping you chase your high. He felt his own climax come at him violently as he watched the addicting sight of you cumming with a high-pitched scream for him, because of him.

His other hand pulled your face closer by the neck and smashed your lips together, swallowing your beautiful moans as he kept thrusting his hips up roughly. You clenched again and he had to throw his back at the feeling, a deep moan escaping his lips.

-Fuck fuck FUCK! - he pressed his forehead in the conjucture of your neck. You whimpered as you felt his warm seed filling you, and he grabbed your hips with an iron vice grip, moving you to milk out the last drop of his climax - Take it, babygirl, fucking take it.

You rolled your eyes and let yourself fall entirely unto his hold. With a deep breath, he adjusted his position and laid his head back on the bathub wall. He massaged your back and left you occasional kisses on your face, his softening dick tupped inside you, preventing his cum from leaking out.

You basked in the silence for a few minutes, your breathing eventually going back to normal. Your head felt all mushy and your body completely relaxed. Everything was good, the world set itself right back again.

You stood there until the water grew cold, you growing sleepy with his cuddles and him watching you with a soft smile, pure and raw love sparkling in your eyes.

#this draft has been haunting me for months #i don't know what the fuck is this but i tried my best #tho i won't be surprised if it turned out bad anyway so i apologize in advance #i'll probably never going to read this again #but i'm so fucking glad i finally finished it #bang chan smut #skz smut #my works #requested

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somber-sapphic · 9 months

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Flu in the FBI

〘Prompt 7 (day 8, oops)- "You're a jerk when you're sick.〙

〘Notes- Yeah, I was going to post this yesterday but I only finished it a few minutes ago. I'm probably just going to write as I have time for now, but I'll do my best to keep up with this month! Excuse the title, it's bad. Also for the editing, it doesn't exist :,)〙

〘Summary- Morgan really can't take a hint.〙

〘Word Count- 1.2k〙

〘Pairing- JJ x Sick Emily (CM)〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Come on Prentiss, just a quick game!” Morgan teased, throwing a sugar packet at the brunette’s head. Emily didn’t even look up to register the “attack”, she just continued to power through her paperwork with gritted teeth.

The game he was talking about was a version of basketball in which they would try to throw as many sugar packets into a paper cup as they could in a minute. The loser usually had to take a portion of the winner’s paperwork. It was something they often did to lighten the mood of their dreary workplace.

Normally, the former Interpol agent would’ve taken him up on the challenge, but she didn’t have the energy. The slight cold she’d felt developing on the second day of the case had turned into a full-on bout of the flu, and it was kicking her ass.

Another packet of sugar smacked her on the head, but she ignored it, focusing instead on making sure her letters were even slightly recognizable. Her hands had grown progressively shakier throughout the last few hours, turning her already messy handwriting into chicken scratch.

“Not tonight, Morgan.” Emily croaked, stifling a sneeze. She was secretive about it, in fact someone who didn’t know her well wouldn’t have noticed. Reid, who was standing slightly to the side of her, only knew that she had sneezed because of the quick tensing in her shoulders and the slight bob of her head. The woman had mastered the art of being discreet.

“What, scared you’ll lose?” Derek taunted, a gloating edge to his voice. Had he been paying attention he would’ve seen the reddening around Emily’s nostrils, the glassy tint to her typically sharp brown eyes, and the ghastly pale shade of her skin. Most of the color in her face was coming from the red spots on her cheeks that had come with the spike in her fever.

“I said no.” She snapped back, her words more clipped despite the congestion. Her patience for his antics was wearing thin and she had no energy for his lighthearted teasing. Deep down the BAU agent knew that her friend meant no harm, but this illness had her short tempered and miserable. As soon as she had completed her work she planned to drive home and sleep until she was free of this illness.

“Nah, I get it. You don’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Spencer. Don’t worry princess, I don’t think he cares.” It may have been his own exhaustion not letting him notice Emily’s poor mood, but it didn’t matter. He had pushed her over the edge, and she wasn’t going to hold back.

“Morgan. I said no. I do not want to play your stupid game; I want to finish my fucking work and then I want to go home. What part of that isn’t clear to you?” She slammed her hands onto her desk and glared at him, trying to muster the scariest look she could. It was hard to look menacing with a runny nose, but Emily pulled it off.

The tall man stood there in shock, not having expected such a strong reaction. His confusion turned to worry as he finally realized just how sick his coworker was, but that quickly shifted to frustration. He was annoyed with himself for not noticing and annoyed with Emily for her tone. Sure, he had deserved it, but no one liked to be talked to like that.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick.” He grumbled, walking back to his own desk.

“Oh, I’mthe jerk? You were throwing shit at my head!” Oops. He hadn’t meant for her to hear that. Emily was fuming and, more embarrassingly, felt like she was about to start crying. The stern words of her mother rang in her head, demanding that she keep her emotions in check. She could cry when she got back to her apartment.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” JJ asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Apparently the two had been louder than they realized, they had attracted a crowd. Garcia had emerged from her Bat Cave and even Hotch was hovering by the door to his office, surveying his troops.

Rossi was probably deep into his glass of Whiskey by now and couldn’t care less about the happenings of his team as long as they weren’t actively trying to kill each other.

“Nothing.” Emily whispered, sitting back down at her desk. If JJ got involved, she was going to coddle Emily and that, while a tempting idea, wouldn’t let Emily get her work done.

Unlike the others, JJ wasn’t about to let this go. She could see that not only was her girlfriend sick, but she was much sicker than she was letting on. The blonde had noticed it first when Emily had fallen asleep on the plane, but she was secretly hopeful that it was just the lack of rest during the case.

Now it was clear that it wasn’t simple tiredness, her beautiful lover was sick. JJ sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her frustration at bay. She could already tell that Morgan felt bad, but in the short run that didn’t really matter. For now, she needed to get Emily home and get the fever under control.

“Alright. Em, pack your stuff. And one of you,” She jabbed her finger at Morgan and Reid, “is finishing her work. I’ll pay you back later.” The media liaison was not looking for an argument, she had said that they were doing Emily’s paperwork so they would be doing Emily’s paperwork.

“Jayje, I’m fine. I’m almost done anyway.” The brunette protested weakly, no fight behind her words. There was a very good chance that she would be dragged home, and she’d realized that she would be more than okay with that.

“Shush, you look awful,” JJ’s face softened as she looked down at the slightly pathetic woman and she reached out to stroke her cheek. It wasn’t often they showed affection in the workplace.

Even though their relationship had been approved by Hotch, the rest of the team hadn’t been told about it. Being profilers, they had probably figured it out, but no one would say anything until the two felt comfortable.

“Let’s go hun, I’ll make sure Hotch knows.” She said gently, holding out a hand Emily. The brunette hesitated for only half a second before taking JJ’s soft hand and standing with her purse over her shoulder.

With their fingers tangled together, the two women walked toward the exit and entered the elevator. As soon as the two were alone Emily dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder and coughed painfully into her hand. It sounded like she had been suppressing the fit for a while, and just let it run its course as her body shook from the force.

“Oh sweetheart. Why didn’t you say anything?” She murmured, brushing her lips across Emily’s hot temple. The brunette radiating heat and shivering simultaneously. JJ was itching to get her ill girlfriend home and into a warm bed.

“We were working.” Emily sighed, her voice raw and gravely. She shifted closer to the blonde, beginning to fall asleep standing up and JJ couldn’t help but smile. The woman she loved may be a workaholic, but at least she listened when told to. Well, to JJ anyway.

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rhettabbotts · 1 year

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Hey! Could I request “do you want me to leave?” “oh, now you care?” “this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.” From that angst prompts please for dilf!rhett?

And if you can’t fit all three into one that’s completely okay 💛 thank you!

thank you my love!

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

w/c: 740

warnings: angst. argument. rhett’s a little bit of a jerk in this one. age gap (reader mid 20s, rhett late 30s).

he was late. which was becoming a common occurrence but you tried to ignore it, went through all the possibilities in your head as you checked your phone once more. if he didn’t show in the next fifteen minutes you were grabbing the check and leaving. after an already terrible week, this was just icing on the cake. your anxiety rose as you thought about what could be wrong. he wasn’t answering your phone calls, wasn’t reading your texts. what if he had been in an accident? what if something really bad happened and you would have no idea because you aren’t listed on any contact lists.

you checked your phone again. nothing. you let out a huff of frustration, waving the waiter over and smiling sadly as you asked for the check. on the drive back to your apartment, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. you tried to will them away but that didn’t stop the salty streams from falling. a bottle of wine and your favorite rom-com were calling your name, ready to forget all about the evening.

the feeling of disappointment never faded, it somehow grew stronger as not a single notification came through. you didn't even bother grabbing a glass, choosing to drink directly from the bottle. real classy, you thought.

just as julia roberts was sliding on her panty hose, there was a thud outside of your door. it spooked you, causing you to jump out of your skin. 10pm. who in the hell was at your door this late?

your sadness turned into burning hot anger as you saw rhett through the peephole. he was holding a bouquet of flowers and muttering something to himself. you were tempted to not even open the door, leave him standing out on the landing all night and see how it makes him feel. but you couldn't be that cruel, no matter how mad you were, not with the way snow was starting to fall outside.

"what?" you said, irritation seeping through your voice.

"this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. i promise i didn't mean to stand you up. i was on my way out the door and-"

you cut him off with a raised hand, not wanting to hear any excuses. you stepped aside for him to enter the apartment, your whole body shivering from the cold that was making its way inside.

"can i finish?" rhett asked hatefully.

you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling, but gestured for him to finish nonetheless.

"i had a business phone call, and it took longer than expected. i know i should have responded but i got distracted and i'm sorry. i know you had been looking forward to this all week and-"

"oh, so now you care?! look, rhett. i get it. i know you have all of the ranch business to take care of, but you could've sent one text. that's all i wanted. do you know how much it hurt sitting there not knowing if something had happened to you? i don't think i ask for much... i don't care that you were on a call. i was worried sick. and then for you to not say anything and just show up here, flowers in hand, and expect everything to be okay? it doesn't fix anything."

your voice was wavering as you spoke, tears forming once again. he was standing there with his arms crossed, like he was waiting impatiently for you to finish.

"are you done?"

"am i- yeah, i'm done, rhett." there was a hint of malice in your tone and rhett didn't miss it for one second. "don't patronize me and treat me like i'm being dramatic about this. i was thinking you were dead on the side of the road!"

"well i'm here now," he said matter-of-fact.

you couldn't take it anymore. he didn't understand why you were upset and you really weren't in the mood to explain it further.

"i don't want you to be," you uttered quietly.

"so, do you want me to leave?"

"i really don't want you driving back this late... but we're not done talking. and you're sleeping on the couch. i’ll see you in the morning." you didn't say another word to him as you picked up the wine bottle and headed towards your room, leaving rhett standing in the middle of your living room with wilting flowers in his hands.

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#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #dilf rhett 4 ever <3 #rhett x babysitter #rhett abbott angst #shelby’s sleepover

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slashingdisneypasta · 6 months

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So uh.... Got in a horny mood XD and you know I'm still on a dragon patrol kick. So here's what I imagine them all acting when that time of the year strikes.

A bit of a warning for imploed dub-con/non-con, and extreme violence. I hope it's not too bad.

Imma get Greasy out of the way first because your little tid bit made me want to write this in the first place (it's terrifying, but the thought of him having to be tied down because his need is that damn strong is way too hot). As you said, Greasy gets dangerous during his heat. Before he was a part of the Dragon Family, he spent his time looking for anyone to relieve himself with. Fellow dragons as needy as him, or unsuspecting humans who had no idea what was going on. If he couldn't find anything to relieve himself, he became so frustrated, and that led to him becoming even crueler than usual; taking his frustrations out by making everyone else's lives more difficult (imagine your home gets burned down just because a dragon couldn't get his rocks off -_-). Now though, he gets chained up in the castle so he doesn't cause a rampage. The only dragons who have the strength to wrestle him down are Stupid and Wheezy (and maybe Psycho? They both are cruel feral bastards so they could go toe to toe). If any of the others come close, regardless if they had a hand in his predicament, Greasy will snarl and growl at them in anger (*cough* unless it's Smartass coming in to call in a 'favor'for them both-). If he has his own mate though, or even just a friend with benefits, Greasy will try to go after them and steal them away for the few weeks this last. Of course, he loves them so he's as gentle as he can be with them... But God damn it, they look so enticing just standing there! All he has to do is remember their existence (how they smell, how they taste, their lips and body on him), and he's already bricked up and ready to go. He might accidentally intimidate his mate/friend a bit with how much he needs them to stay, "Serás mi princesita buena y te quedarás donde perteneces." But don't let it fool you. They can easily make this dragon do anything for them in the state he's in.

Honestly, as much as he hates it, Psycho isn't really any better. Though unlike Greasy, who tries to find a partner, Psycho just chooses the path of violence straight away. He kind of acts like a hippo when he's in heat; as in you don't have to do anything to earn his wrath. All you have to do is breathe wrong in his general direction, and you either have to settle for death penalty or negotiate some of your limbs. It's bad. Psycho will even wrestle with his coven-mates. Even the giant dragon Stupid has been on the receiving end of Psycho's frustrations plenty of times (fortunately, because Stu is so hulking and huge, it barely phases him), and Wheezy has had to drive Psycho off of him plenty of times. The only one who won't receive the crazy dragons' wrath is his mate. To his chosen, Psycho acts completely different; he's nuzzling and affectionate, kneeling to them and whimpering for their attention, etc. His willing to act submissive to his mate because he loves them and trusts them and knows not to hurt them, even through his frustrated, lusty foggy head space. However, once he gets them in the nest, he starts acting more dominant; doing everything he can to keep them near and keep others away, not letting them leave the nest (unless they're with him), and being surprisingly particular about how they fuck. He'll go with any position, but he prefers having his mate down on all fours (in werewolf terms, he wants to take them like a bitch), no matter if they're dragon or human. And no matter what position, he insists on maintaining eye contact. If his mate looks away, he'll find a way to get them to look back into his eyes. All while being mostly silent; letting his hard, desperate thrusts and husky growls seak for him during these few weeks.

With those two being fucking insane, is it any wonder that Wheezy is stressed the fuck out? He's trying so hard to keep himself under control and has to intervene every time Psycho or Greasy starts shit. If any one of these dragons deserved some stress relief, it's Wheezy. But unfortunately, all he can do is find some corner for him to hole himself up, ignore the ache in his jaws with how hard he's chewing on his tabbaco, and try not to get an aneurysm everytime he hears a fight breaking out. Hopefully wherever he's at there's a window, because he will be blowing out so much smoke during this time. Even if he has a mate, he tries to stay away for their sake. He doesn't want to hurt them or scare them, regardless if they're a human or dragon (not to mention the added struggle of trying not to get them knocked up during the breeding season)... But if they approach him on their own, or the right circumstances play out for him to seek them out themselves, Wheezy is going to have a very hard time resisting the temptation that his mate is, "Fucken' hell, babydoll. 'Yer gonna be the death of me one'a these days..."

Smartass, similarly to Wheezy, is at the end of his damn tether. He's also more violent than usual during this time, clobbering his comrades if they're being idiots. Though he actually stays in the castle instead of trying to take his frustrations out on some humans. The last thing Smartass wants to admit is that this heat has gotten the better of him. So while Greasy or Psycho will try to find a village to burn down, or Wheezy will try to stow himself away somewhere, Smarty will be sulking around the place, trying to keep some semblance of normalcy despite the throbbing need to bury his cock in something hot and tight, and the way he'll snap at anyone who so much as walks too loudly. If he has his mate around, he'll still try to act like he isn't bothered by their presence at all. Though it isn't that hard to notice how his tail will curl possesively around then, or the smoldering desire for them in his eyes. Only when the others aren't around (or are just too distracted to notice their leaders' absence) will Smartass chase his mate's scent throughout his home until he finds them, "Whatevah plans you had t'night, forget 'em."

Now Stupid, despite his size, is the most friendly during this time. He does whimper and pout with the aching heat coursing through him, but he's not instinctively violent like his brother and comrades are. All Stu wants is to just make this discomfort disappear somehow. Out of all the dragons next to Greasy, Stupid is the one you'd most likely find humping whatever soft thing he could find. (He may or may not have tried approaching his friends about it. But Psycho has made it pretty clear he wants nothing to do with this, and after Stu helped chain Greasy down, Greasy isn't exactly receptive to the big lug right now). But this also means that he's the most approachable of them all during this time. Especially if you approach him with intentions on helping him. Stu is very friendly and sweet, even during this time, so you don't even have to worry about him snapping at you or trying to force you to do anything for him. So if you're in the mood for some dragon dick with no strings attached, Stupid is your best bet. Aside from the emotional strings you'll gain because god damn it, this fat dragon is just so sweet and cute even with his horniness. How can you just up and leave after a banging session?? "Can you stay? Pleeease? I don't want you to go just yet!"

Bonus for my dragoness gals. Shiny is... Well, any dragon that tries to come to her will be in for a surprise when she snaps and claws at them. Shiny knows what this time of year is for, and she is not going to let some stranger dump a sexually transmitted parasite inside her, thank you very much! The benefit of staying in her crystal cave is that the majority of dragons who try to chase her scent won't even be able to get inside without risking their wings. Yes, not even her usual fuck mate Greasy is allowed near her during this time. She loves him and knows he won't intentionally get her pregnant, but she also knows that they both can get horny enough to completely forget to be cautious. So Greasy is shit out of luck with her during this time. Shiny is torturing herself too, in a way; just because she drives any guys who approach her doesn't mean she's not aching for something to sink inside her right now. Which is why she has zero qualms with hooking up with the ladies during this time. No cock means no risk and no risk means all the fun. And if she gets with a dragoness who doesn't mind being the bottom, that just makes it even better for Shiny. Not that she'd just let them take her if her partner was a top, "You didn't really think I was going to make it easy for you? Did you?"

Poppy... Oh dear God, Dragoness!Poppy is in for a hell of a time. And not the good kind. She also doesn't want to risk a source of relief to lead to something unplanned later, so Poppy has taken the habit of holing herself up in her burrow and just counting the days until her heat passes. She'll even go so far as to hold her snout shut to try to repress her noises and mating calls to make sure no other dragon finds her. She is smart though; leading up to the heat, she'll stock up on food so she isn't starving and needing to be filled up. So any one expecting her to have to come out sometime is going to be very disappointed... Though, if Poppy was friends with Shiny or the boys during this time, she would think about possibly... Maybe... Asking them to be with her during this time? (Assuming Shiny and/or Greasy didn't hunt her down find her and asked her themselves). If she does have a mate, she won't be able to hide her want for them, no matter how hard she tries. Her will in this regard is, unfortunately, not as strong as Wheezy's, "Please, please, please! I'll be so good, I promise!"

(Bonus bonus. If Poppy was a princess cursed to turn into a dragon at sundown, the means that she has both the devils waterfall and the heat to deal with (which is a hint to her dragon side not being something that 'needs to be fixed'. Trust me, I'll expand on that more in the reblog). If it's horribly timed, she may have to deal with her monthly hell and heat at the same time. Which idk about you, but that sounds like quadruple hell to me. Her dragon heat won't let up in the mornings either, when she's human. So Poppy will still lock herself away 24/7. It doesn't help her at all when all she can fantasize about is the very beast she's cursed to turn into, and not something 'normal' like a dashing knight, or even her intended betrothed. And it is especially unhelpful when her heat is drawing near, after she realizes how alluring some of her new dragon friends are to her.)

Yeah, sorry for this bomb of dragon horny XD I hope you can still look at my profile the same way after this.

- DarlingPassion

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh my god you cant send this to me at this time of the month 😭🤣🤣 I

Oh my god oh my god.

OKAY. SO. I WANT TO WRITE THEM A L L AND HONESTLY I STILL MIGHT, BUT- We'll start with one XD And that one is-

Dragon!Stupid Weasel x PartDragon!AFAB!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You're only part dragon (Your father, and your grandmother on your mothers side, are dragons- so your mother was half and you're... a little more. But still not wholly a dragon.) so you're about half the size of the biggest dragon, and, up until this point- you never had a heat.

But now you're with Stupid. And you're in love❤, and you're mated💞. And something about his heat... activates yours for the first time ever.

Warnings: SMUT, dragon fucking/monster fucking, heat, mating, talk of breeding, significant sze difference, creampie, etc. Unedited.

You are not used to this feeling- you feel completely out of control. You are openly dripping onto the stone floor, creating a puddle between your thighs, your cunt throbbing with a need to be touched- stretched open- pounded. It is all you can do to hold yourself still; your forehead pressed firmly into the cool floor and your claws digging into the stone cracks. All you can think about was your sex, all thought and logic gone.

What is this. What the hell is this. I need- I need...

It is hard to pinpoint exactly what you need, except to orgasm. To cum and be filled until you're a sticky mess and you have babies. But how to get that?? You don't know, you cant think!-

"-Y/N??"

You gasp, stretching straight up again immediately and feeling dizzy at just the sound of Stupid's voice; your brain threatening to shut off completely in that lovely burning hot way it does when you cum as you turn around to search for your mate. "Stu- "

As soon as your gaze falls on your behemoth of a mate, so tall his horns graze the cave ceiling and send stone shavings tumbling to the ground. Something about that (He's so powerful. So strong, so beautiful. Perfect for making so many strong healthy pups.) makes something flutter inside you as his glazed-over eyes lower to your wetness on the ground and light up like luminescent emeralds in the dark. You connect gazes for a moment and look at each other, just long enough to agree, then you're flat on the ground underneath him; his belly heavy, comforting on top of you and his cock as hard as iron grazing your slippery folds.

He dwarfs you- you're not even full dragon so your body is smaller then even Smartass and Psycho's are... whereas Stupid's big for even a full dragon. His broad chest is wider then 2 of yours. That's what you liked about him at the start, how he towered over everyone and made your head go foggy- but now you love him and now you're in heat, and he could crush you and- you kind of wish that he would.

He's pounding his giant length into your core better then ever, sliding between your folds and ramming himself in deep over and over; both your orgasm's building up high but remaining just out of reach. Usually it takes some time to get him to fit, but you're leaking precum like a waterfall so he's able to slip in relatively easily- though not so difficult that the familiar stretch doesn't rub you the exact right way.

He's so perfect, he's so so perfect, you think, his objectively ginormous cock burying itself in your cunt and grinding against your clit. At some point you end up on your knees, your claws digging once again into cracks in the stone floor and taking Stu from behind. Its all a blur, you don't know how you got here, all you can think about is how good this feels and how much more of him you need. How you need his cum so bad, how you'll make him all the pups he wants.

Your claws carve lines into the ground as you scrape desperately at it, rolling yourself backwards into his thrusts. You're dripping so so badly. The red hot feeling in the pit of your stomach is amazing, and his snout is buried in your neck, giving the most animalistic grunts, which reminds you its him. Stu. Your Stu. And this is not his first time- he's done this before- and he's caring for you right now. He's needy and horny too but you're his little mate, his little part-dragon who's never suffered a heat before and he has to take care of you.

When finally he pours boiling hot seed into you the feeling is so warm, so sudden and so filling your eyes widen and your breath gets hotter- smoke slipping out as you breath heavily and squeeze him even tighter; cumming for him.

... After a moment Stu pulls out gently and, still insatiable, bows down to soothe you with his tongue from behind; licking gently at your used folds with his burning hot tongue.

#my fingers do not wnat to type today they keep missing keys but GODDAMNIT i was determined to write this!! XD

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invaders-cookbook · 1 year

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Invader's Cookbook #3: Keeping your mind and body healthy

Invasions in Elden Ring are insanely difficult to the point of being unwinnable sometimes. It's part of the charm, it's what makes them so appealing to people like me. The game doesn't shy away from putting you into situations where your winning chances are absolutely random, and it's up to you to deal with them. You never know when the tides are going to turn, which makes them so exciting.

But this excitement comes at a cost of risking extreme frustration. Winning against the odds feels great, but not everyone is going to beat the odds, especially if you're new to invasions! Frustration can come both from outwards (the game put you into an unwinnable situation) and inwards (You see that you're underperforming and lose a winnable situation) That's why it's important to keep your cool and mitigate the effects of frustration.

Here are the things that help me personally to not only to mitigate frustration, but also significantly improve

1. Keep your body healthy.

I am not exaggerating when I'm saying this, your winrate spikes tenfold when you take care of yourself! This is so important. I know it's kinda general life advice, but you'll be surprised how much it actually matters.

I am not kidding, you play 200% better after a shower. Try it, I'm serious.

Remember to eat healthy food sometimes! Full regular meals improve your mood and performance drastically! I can't overstate how much better you play when you have a full meal!

And PLEASE sleep well. I am serious. Sleep is integral part of your physical and mental health. I know it's tough to keep a good sleep schedule, and not everyone has time to sleep, but please do, whenever you can, try your best to have regular sleep! If you're reading this post when it's past your bedtime, first of all, reblog and tell me in the tags, and second, GO TO SLEEP! NOW!!!

2. You are not going to beat the odds every time. That's how odds work. But you can set them in your favour.

You lost again, because the coop has already completed the entire area and you were backed against a fogwall against multiple players. What were you supposed to do?

I agree, that situation is really, really bullshit. But that's invasions. Every time you use that bloody finger you roll a cosmic dice, and if you roll low, you simply don't get a good situation. What works for me is changing my goals in a particular invasion. It goes from "Kill the host" to "Kill that single phantom" or "Deal the most damage I can possibly do" or just simply "Not die for as long as I can". Land a cool combo! Befriend the host*! Poison them! Go out on your own terms!

Sometimes changing your goal according to the situation is enough to offset your frustration.

* – DO NOT do this when there is another phantom around. You're getting blocked for this. You are not only a dickhead, you also lower the pool of possible co-invaders that can connect with you and help you out in the future. Respect your teammates.

3. Take breaks

Invasions are intense as hell, and you can't just invade back to back untill you exhaust yourself! Try to take breaks from the game, so your skills are always at 80-100%! The more you play without breaks the worse it gets.

This also helps if you're having a bad losing streak. Generally I'm trying to take 10 minute breaks if I get two consecutive losses. Interestingly enough, putting myself on a 10 minute time-out forces me to find something else to do, which kinda helps me with chores. It's not for everyone, but my ADHD ass loves this.

You can use your break to do some stretches, or go for a walk, or do the dishes. Anything, really! It's up to you! Whatever frustration you had will fade away and you will be at your maximum capacity again!

Another thing you can use your break for is some wrist and eye exercises! It's good for your health and will make you more relaxed and focused.

4. Change things up: try a new build, start a new playthrough!

This is what I personally enjoy doing. Experiment with different playstyles and try invading at different level ranges. For that of course you need a new build and a new character. Creating a character with invading in mind is very fun and challenging, and it allows you to do some more calm stuff on the side when you're not in the mood for invading on your main character.

Not sure what build to choose? Ask @huggingentacles for build suggestions!

#elden ring #elden ring invasions #elden ring pvp #invader's cookbook

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jimin: Comfort Blanket (1)

In which you finally found your mate after years of longing, only for it to be someone you can never have.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jimin, Omega!Reader, Idol!Jimin, omega struggles, alpha problems, stereotypes and judgmental 'fans', angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: lil angst, sorry, flirty jiminie

Chapter Length: short

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You're staring Jimin down like he's your newly found arch nemesis, while he can't help but be absolutely bewitched. You look adorable sitting there with a death grip on the blanket, staring daggers at him while he knows you don't mean any real harm. "so you took it." you say quietly, accusingly, and he chuckles, leaning his head against the back of the couch. He's sitting sideways on it to face you sitting across, pressed into the corner of the little sofa to gain space from him.

"Found it is a better fitting term." he corrects, still smiling amusedly at you, and it's very much not pacifying your temper.

"stole it then." you say, and his eyes sharpen a bit. Compared to the big sparkly eyes and distressed scent earlier, you've now visibly gained confidence as you challenge him openly. It only further cements his suspicion that you're actually mates- that it's him, his presence making you feel this way. Equally so, he's never felt this at ease ever before- like nothing matters, like the world just waits for him.

"no. It was laying on the floor near the changing rooms, and I picked it up." he explains. "and yes, kept it. Who'd just leave it there all enticing with your mate's scent all over it?" he chuckles, though he does notice the way you visibly deflate. "what is it?" he wonders instantly, not liking the change in energy one bit.

He's already painfully protective of any shift in your behavior, instantly trying to make the situation better for you. It's an exchange however, not a dependence; an omega-alpha couple works best after all because of that. While the alpha feels needed and wanted, validated and calmed by his partner's presence, an omega receives protection, a feeling of safety, of belonging. It's a give and take- balancing each others needs and cravings at a constant.

"I.. It's just unfair." you say, not looking at him any longer as your fingers toy with the edge of the blanket. "I searched all my life until now.." I find out that my mate is someone I can never have, you think to yourself. your don't need to openly say it for him to realize what you're thinking, however. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

"hey, I'm not that bad of a catch now." he tries to lift the mood, but you just shake your head. His fingers are itching to hold and comfort you, but he knows there's still boundaries he needs to accept.

"you are, no doubt. You're.. One of the most sought-after alphas after all. For good reason." you say. And while it does stroke his ego, it doesn't help the mood at all- if anything, it's kicking it even further.

"but?" he gently asks, trying to find your gaze, but to no avail. You're avoiding his eyes, and he doesn't like it one bit.

"I can't have you. Like, ever." you mumble. "I'm sorry it's me for you." you say, and he immediately scoots closer, carefully lifting your chin so you look at him. He can't have you say something even remotely demeaning about yourself, his mate.

"hey hey no, don't-" he looks at you earnestly. "don't see me as BTS's Jimin." he says, and you look at him.

"what else am I supposed to see you as?" you whine in frustration, his presence and scent making you almost dizzy, and there it suddenly is again; that smile, eyes turning into half-moons as he leans his head to the side.

"see me as Park Jimin." he offers. "Your alpha."

And you just know you turn crimson red at that, hiding underneath your blanket from him while he laughs.

You shouldn't ever be sorry that it's you for him. If anything, he should be thankful it's you.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine

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thebottomfromhell · 2 months

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Hi, i would like to request a hantengu clones (you can add zohakuten or original hantengu) x (any gender) reader, so reader is (most of the time or maybe all the time) really really nice but something had snapped inside reader, they/he/she go all mad because of an argument or maybe something had happened with someone they had bumped into.

I will use GN for this one, I hope nobody minds. I also disn't know if this meant individually, but I took it as if you wanted a drabble... I hope I was right and that you like this work.

GN nice reader snaps at the Hantengu Clones (ft. Hantengu) after a bad day

Warnings: Polyamory, Implied Self-cest (due a poly, nothing about it actually there), Angst.

You don't like too much attention or to cause trouble, you also hate treating others badly, even when they deserve it. For all of that, more often than not you tend to hold your tongue and keep your mouth shut everytime you get angry, and if the situation doesn't get better you leave the space and go back the second you manage to calm down. Sometimes it works better than others, there are still time you got to face the situation still angry, but having your time and space always help.

Today, though? It was a nightmare. It seemed everything and everyone today needed you urgently, didn't give you any time to even eat or drink something, and for some reason more than one people had the urge to talk back to you today for stupid things. Now you are tired, hungry, resented... this doesn't help. This days has already ended, you are unsatisfied about it, yet, you don't have it in you to do something about it.

It doesn't help that you know what is waiting for you at home, Hantengu and his clones. Don't misunderstand, you adore these guys, to the point you are in a romantic relationship with the clones, sometimes you even feel like the owner of a harem with them around, but... they are pretty handy. Not only by their nature of being a human flesh eating demon that burns under the sun, but the fact that they are the personification of an specific emotion each, some even opposites to each others. Because of that, the fact that they act up on that emotion and clash with each other is to be expected, so you are the one who must put order in your own home.

So you sigh as you get home, contemplating just... staying outside or going to an inn to spend the night. You can imagina already Karaku and Sekido making a mess in their arguments, Urogi clinging to you, Hantengu sobbing with no end and and Aizetsu... well, Aizetsu will not do anything wrong but he also won't be helpful at all, and you are not in position to really care about it.

Then, the door opens and you need to swallow a groan of frustration when Urogi comes out and gets on top of you. "Y/N! Y/N! You're home!" Usually you would find this endearing and cute, but you are not in the mood. "Yeah, I'm home..." you say tired as you support yourself with the wall as you get in, not even bothering in closing the door behind you. If someone or something gets in then there is a demon to face, not that it matters. "Welcome." You nod at it, too tired to actually answer, even worse with Urogi on top of you. Aizetsu tilts his head but he doesn't say anything else, just close his eyes and keep himself to and for himself. Most likely bracing himself for the next part.

"You DISGUSTING PIG! I'l KILL YOU, Karaku!" You hear ceramics break, well, there goes a tea cup. "C'mon, Sekido. We both know you are just jealou-" the sound of flesh being penetrated and a liquid splashing in a surface interrupt him, and now you gotta clean your kitchen. Oh joy, that is sarcasm. Usually, you would try to ask what is going on and intervene before they break something actually vauable or needed in the household, but right now you are becoming every time more frustrated. "Eeeeeck! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Breath... count to ten... anything... just don't- "CUT IT OUT, FUCKING-!" you shut yourself up before finishing the sentence, making everyone look at you, making you feel embarrased, making the anger fade away into a more miserable feeling. You want to cry, scream into a pillow, be comforted, to sleep, to eat. You don't want this. Why is your day hoing so bad? "I'm sorry..." you whisper as you cower away, face a bit heated, eyes a bit blurry and throat with a knot that starts to fill your nose with the need to sob.

Urogi gets off you to see you as the others also get close, minus Hantengu, he keeps cowering away, but at least has the decency to cover his own sobs. "Y/N, are you ok?" "Shhhh, shhh, babe, it's ok. Let's go to sit down." Aizetsu is the one who grab you and guide you to sit as the other stares. "Stay here. I'll bring tea." But you don't want tea, amd that sounded ungrateful to yourself. There is a moment that the only noise are your contained sobs as the other clones see you, making you cover your face with your hands put of shame, only rubbing your nose and eyes.

"Karaku. Urogi. Take some steps back!" They do, giving you a bit more of space. "Bad day?" He ask, softer, to you, as you can only nod with the soreness in your throat and the lack of trust you have in not starting to cry right away. "Is there anything we can do?" You shake your head as Aizetsu puts the tea in fron mt of you and Karaku streches a hand to pat your back. You stay like this for a while, until you fall asleep with them tryibg to comfort you.

It really sucked.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #top reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #hantengu #gn reader

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courtofmatchups · 6 days

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Hihi! I'm so sorry Tumblr didn't give me the notification 😭 I'll try and have yours done sometime today or tmr since it's been a bit hectic w/ testing

Personality: I'd like to think I'm sweet - if not a little awkward especially when in the process of getting to know somebody since normally I'm hesitant to even really approach people. Same thing w/ my insecurities (personality, looks, interactions, etc) I don't normally like vocalizing them to anybody until after I've known them for like a few months at least and even then I have a tendency to either underplay it or just joke about it which tends to rub some people the wrong way when I do it.

I also can't read people or verbal cues at all - God forbid trying to flirt, it took me several months to figure out somebody liked me when they were trying to flirt with me, nor am I very good with my, or others emotions but I at least try to make an effort when they need comfort. I also have a bad tendency to be really forgetful/clumsy, frequently forgetting where I put various things or missing things in literal plain sight or just stumbling for no real reason or tripping on my feet. (Not that I mind anymore I've fallen enough times it's just a habit to get back up) ^^'

Completely off topic and I have no idea if you want to add it, I am nicknamed rabbit bc of the amount of times I accidentally eavesdrop bc I can't tune out conversations 😭

Also since I feel like I could add in my negative traits-

I have really (but weirdly spontaneous) times where I start overthinking things that have already passed by (like weeks have passed??) and I tend to get oddly emotional about it.

I also have a weird situation where I'm aware I'm not feeling and I don't know how to act when others get emotional- not that I don't want to help or anything- I just genuinely have no idea how to process emotion or how to hold onto my emotions for more than a few minutes no matter how strong it was/is, I have no idea if that's apathy?? Or if it's just me being a little silly, maybe.

Personality type: INTP, 6W5 - Zodiac signs is Capricorn Sun and Taurus Moon

Looks/Offtopic (although I'm not sure this is important??): I have dark brown eyes (although the pigment is closer to black) and the same for my hair, my hair is cut short (neck length) and is decently fluffy and disappointingly I'm stuck at 5'1. I'm a huge fan of animals and a complete pushover when it comes to them and as a hobby I play the violin or write little stories (that I probably forget about), I also love cuddling and typically can't fall asleep without a pillow being my cuddle buddy or somebody else, big spoon, little spoon, doesn't not matter - I just love cuddles.

Traits I find Attractive: I'm not really picky, imo, but I like being friends with a person before I date them, so I guess that qualifies as having a close bond with the person? I'm able to put up with most things but it's nice when the person I'm with will give me attention and stuff but also know when I'm getting frustrated and to stop pushing an issue (E,G: Somebody repeatedly reminding you to do something you know you have to do, when you're about to do it), that and PDA/Physical touch is something Id like as a touch starved person but of course not required from a partner. <3

Traits I dislike: In the most weirdly descriptive sense I can't stand people who try and tell me what I want to do or what I'm feeling when I am actually able to tell, like no - just because I'm not in the mood the talk to you doesn't mean I'm mad, stop trying to push it. Liars are also an issue, small lies like "I ironed your shirt" when they really didn't is perfectly fine its when their purposefully rude and manipulative about it

Love languages : Physical Touch, Gift giving, Quality time (Giving) \ Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Quality time (Receiving)

Hobbies: Violin- performing, Art, Photography, Animal Handling, gardening, baking, wood sculpting, Track, Volleyball, Gaming, Code designing(visual novels)

Likes: Winter, Animals (aside from insects and arachnids), the ocean, fall, fairs/festivals, movies, books, painting/sketching, Archery, Sword fighting, Dragons and mythology as a general, spicy foods, most fruits, Music mainly folklore, Tea's, Sunbathing, alone time when stressed, cuddles and physical contact

Dislikes: Large crowds, overbearing/over protectiveness, overly sweet foods, loud/sharp/sudden noises, Spiders and insects as a whole, being forgotten, the ocean( when just placed in a body of water where I can't make out anything smthn like Thalasaphobia I think), the heat or overly hot places, being solely dependent on somebody

Silly Offtopic facts?: I cannot picture anything no matter how descriptive the context or clear the music, cannot do it. I also have absolutely terrible sense of direction (as in I literally can't tell South, North, East, West, etc) and a matching memory (I've forgotten my birthday like several times or more and other people's birthdays, etc). I've grown up around cats and ducks and just animals in general all my life and love them dearly. I also have a crippling dear of being forgotten after I'm dead so I've pushed myself to overachieve in literally everything.

(Also that's what I look like for a visual rep, [I tried I swear] it's a really rushed drawing and I forgot how to draw clothing 😭 tyy for the exchange tho!)

It seems to me you've captured the heart of...

Lord Diavolo!

Diavolo's goal is to unify the three worlds so that each being from each realm can live in harmony. Having said that, as a demon, he does have little understanding or experience in the way humans interact with each other, but I feel that this the two of you could get along fairly well. Diavolo is a lonely prince at heart, and as you seem a little bit shy, it may take a while for him to worm his way into your circle. And once he does, I think this friendship can blossom into a beautiful romance.

His favorite qualities about you would first have to be your kind nature. You make others around them feel at ease when you talk with them, and you don't seem to judge others based on appearances or actions. You also seem very intelligent, based on your description. He is too, and I feel like he'd love to have a partner who is on his level, intellectually.

You also mention struggling with your own negative thoughts, which could lead to some rocky conversations and situations. Furthermore, they need some time alone when they’re stressed, so please tell him ahead of time, or when you need some space to be alone. Diavolo wants to help you, so share whatever problems you have. You can solve it together once your head is clear.

As you're such a laid back person, I feel like he'd like to show you his library. There's quite a few cursed books and tomes in there, so tread with caution. Also, he would love to teach you how to play chess if you find interest in the game. He would also like to do things like going on a picnic, baking together, taking a walk around my castle, or just having an evening tea together. He would even take you to a petting zoo if given the chance. Overall, your relationship seems like it would be a happy one

#court of matchups #otome #obey me matchups #obey me shall we date #obey me #matchups #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader

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timeoverload · 2 months

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I am glad today is over. It was a lot more hectic than I was anticipating. There are only 4 people working the morning shift now including me so now I have a lot more to worry about. Nobody has applied for the open positions but I guess I understand. I don't blame them. I remember that I only took this job because I was broke and desperate since I had just moved back from Florida. In the interview they warned me about what I had to deal with. Sometimes I wish I would have just walked away back then but I do think it has helped me grow a lot even though it isn't very fun.

I got pissed earlier because I got yelled at by one of the nurses. There was a pan missing an instrument and I know I had written on the label that it was missing before I sterilized it yesterday. They didn't notice the note on the label and opened it anyway. The nurse came storming out of the operating room with the pan and started throwing a fit about it. It was a problem yesterday too and she was like, "this is the second day in a row you have done this!". I know I had labeled the pan from yesterday too but they weren't paying attention. It is not her job to talk to me about that stuff. The surgical techs are the ones that are responsible for that and she didn't need to be like that. It didn't delay anything and no one else was upset about it. I didn't do anything wrong. She just likes to take her frustration out on everyone around her because it is obvious that she is unhappy with her own life. I have known her for years and she has always been like that. I try to be nice to her but it doesn't matter so I'm just going to ignore her. She is twice my age but she doesn't act like it. I guess some people never grow up. I got really upset after that happened and I said something about being bad at my job. Another nurse heard me say that and she stood up for me. She was very nice and that made me feel a lot better. I appreciated her support and it helped me calm down. I decided I am just going to leave that pan down until I get a replacement for the instrument that is missing so I can avoid any more drama.

That guy that has a crush on me came up to me to apologize for sending me weird pictures last week. There were a couple selfies and also some pictures of food without context. He told me he was just hungry because he has been fasting during the day for a while. He is a strange man and I don't understand him. He is the same guy that asked where I go to hide at work when I need to cry on his first day. He just says the most random shit and I don't know how he comes up with it on the spot. Sometimes it is too much. I guess I am just glad things aren't as awkward now but I am still trying to avoid being around him too much.

I am happy that I got everything done before I had to leave so I don't have to worry about it in the morning. Hopefully people are in a better mood tomorrow. There are a lot of totals though so I don't know how it's going to go.

I don't want to think about work anymore. I have so much I need to get done at home and I am overwhelmed. I don't know where to start. I need to try to focus on that more I think.

The doctor's office called today and told me I am getting a referral for PT. I told them I didn't want to schedule anything right now because I don't have transportation so I will have to call them when I'm ready. I really hate going to PT after work and I know it is going to be too much of a hassle to leave in the middle of the day. I don't want to do it at all. I will be more exhausted than I already am. I don't want to think about that anymore either because there's nothing I can do at the moment.

I guess I am going to try to relax soon. I don't have much else to talk about. I hope that tomorrow is a good day.

I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow too. :) 💖💖💖

#personal

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