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launlili · 25 days

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warnings : use of pet names , smut , fingering, stepbro yeonjun,not proofread,fingering and more idk :3

MDNI ! im not reponsible for what yall read here, sorry

yeonjun was a really nice personality infront of everyone , like as i mentioned but little do they know that jjun is and type of step brother who would fuck his step sis till she cant even walk , making her a mubbling mess and record all that shit and then jerk off to it then

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yeonjun was an unvi going student mean while his step sis , you , were still in high school , one day you were hving trouble getting your bio test togther cuz it was tmrw and you understood ntg at all . so you thought how abt you go and ask yeonjun. you go up to yeonjun and ask for help and he thinks for sec.... and nob , you go and sit next to him on the bed for context ,you were wearing ur a loss shirt and shorts , you forward your bio books to him , for few mintues you glance at him and the book the entire time as yeonjun was rewinding it and then he nobs and starts to teach you what it was abt , you were trying your best to understand bu you could not stop your eyes to go down to his cock area since he was wearing gray trousers , he was explaining to you the chapter thinking your listening mean while your way too focused in his dick. your mouth a little open as your eyes were fixed on his covered dick under his grey trouser, he stopped talking as he noticed that you were busy focusing on smtg and as he realized where your gaze was at ,he chuckles softly and he gentally holds your chin and and makes you to look into his lustfully gaze

" sweetie are you even listening?"

he raises a brow with huge grin , your cheeks turn red out embarrassment, you quickly look away and palm your face as jjun slides his hand to your waist and goes near your neck, his sweet breathe hits your neck as he breathes you in and leave sweet kisses on your neck as you bite your lower lip to bite back a moan "how come you smell so good my love "

i say againest your ear and kisses the lower area of it , you lean in to his touch too. he press againest you even more as you start to feel his wieght over you geting heavy and heavy as you finally rest you elbows befind you and he is now on the top of you as you stare at him with widen eyes as he leans in even more and your boths lips crashes on each others , he groans againest your lips as he starts to slide his left hand under your shirt as his other hand stays on your waist, his hand goes up your chest and unzip your bra and and takes it off but your shirt was still on , he toses the bra away and again slides his hand beneath your shirt and his lips go down your jaw as he kept massageing your breastes. you moan softly as he gone down your neck as his other hand which was on your waist goes down to your waist band of the shorts and takes them off of you and now you were wearing only a shirt , he pulls away and you open your eyes and look at him with your low eyes as his knuckles strokes gently on your inner thigh as uses his other hand to take off your shirt that you were wearing and his eyes were hungrily roaming on your tits as he leans in and kiss her collarbone as his hand which was on your inner thigh goes up and stops at your clit and slowly and at steady speed his starts to rub the area around it , pleasuring you so perfectly that you couldnt help but bite your lower lip and whine. he stops at kissing and sucking at your collarbone as he stare at your reaction licking his teeths while smirking widely as his fingers picked pace

" you like it ? huh ?" he says chuckling , pretty much teasing you as you whined and moan at the sudden speed

he suddenly slipped his two fingers inside you and finger you at a intense speed as you moan louder and you throw your head back and your eyes roll back to your brain as your thighs tremble from the intense pleasure,you could feel your realse coming closer and closer as you could control anymore and squirt all over his lower abdemon as he laughed and grabed a tissue by the side table and clean himself a little and as he looked at you again , you were laying there all fcked out while laying on your stomach , you were already asleep from how intense that all was and he chuckled and toke out his phone and toke a photo of your fucked out face looking all cute ~~~

a/n : ummm i know i dissapointed yall umm yea 😍😍😍

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt #yeonjun smut #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts

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6ix9inewiturmom · 28 days

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Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

#Spotify #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets

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dfortrafalgar · 27 days

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I'm Losing You

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings. This chapter contains medical trauma in an emergency room, as well as pregnancy loss.

I was going to do my usual thing and post this tomorrow, but i felt too bad making yall wait so you get a one-two punch of pain today (on the bright side, and i promise this, things start to go uphill from here, if you could believe it <3)

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock

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The darkened operating theater’s focused silence was sharply interrupted with the sound of ringing coming from the phone tucked away in the circulating nurse’s back pocket. It was very obviously from Law’s phone, but the entire surgical crew kept their heads lowered and honed in on their work. It was quite difficult to break your stride when someone’s body was cut completely open and their beating heart was framed by a metal cage keeping the layers of fat and muscle from closing. The nurse was checking oxygen levels of the patient and simply let the phone continue to ring. No one said a word.

The ringing stopped.

Then it started again.

“Just let it go,” Law mumbled. He couldn’t be bothered, not when he was quite literally inside someone’s heart. A mitral valve replacement required just as much care as any other open heart procedure, despite being a relatively easy operation for his skilled hands.

The ringing stopped. The nurse stepped away from the monitor and made a circle around the team, checking instruments, patient vitals, and needed materials.

Then the ringing started again. This time, a few glances were tossed around the room by the attending surgeons and nurses, but Law kept his head down, neck-deep in his work. The nurse pulled the phone out of her back pocket and assessed the screen. Your photo and name were displayed.

“Doctor, it’s your wife,” she announced.

“End the call and text her that I’ll get back to her when I can.”

Following his instructions precisely, the nurse tapped the red End Call button, opened her doctor’s phone with his passcode from their previous go at this very situation, and navigated to his text messages, pulling up your conversation. She had to suppress a smile at the photo that was set for your contact- a photo of you and what she assumed to be your dog, both grinning brightly at the camera. She began to text.

Hi, this is Doctor Trafalgar’s circulating nurse again! He’s currently in the middle of an operation but he’ll call you back when he’s done!

She was about to put the device back in her pocket when it buzzed with another incoming text message.

Wifey

This is Law’s friend Shachi. Idk operating room etiquette but his wife was taken to the emergency room from her job, im here with her and another friend. Can you relay the message somehow? Thanks.

The unsuspecting nurse felt her heartbeat grow anxious. She herself didn’t really know how to properly announce that information to her supervising doctor, let alone the entire room of fellow technicians and nurses surrounding a patient with his chest fully exposed and heart cut open.

“Everything good?” the tired voice of the lead doctor called from his position, slightly hunched over the body under the bright lights and protective sheet. He had stepped back only mere centimeters to let an attending nurse go in with sutures.

“Uhm…” the circulating nurse felt her palms grow sweaty beneath her blue medical gloves. “It was one of your friends, your wife is in the emergency room, apparently.”

Law felt his blood run cold. His head shot upward to look at the poor nurse who was now unfortunately involved in this, staring at her with wide, golden eyes below his magnifying hood. He must have looked profoundly stupid partnered with his surgical mask and bright blue hair net. “What did he say?”

“That was it, he just said to call him back as soon as he could,” she responded nervously.

“Doctor, the surgery’s almost completed if you–” one of his technicians began before being interrupted by the doctor.

“No, I’ll never leave the operating room until the procedure is finished. Don’t worry about me, continue your focus on the patient.” But for the first time in Law’s entire professional life, his focus was everywhere but the patient. Why were you in the emergency room? Why were you taken from work? What in the world had happened?

Were you having another miscarriage?

No matter how hard he tried, he could not bring his focus back to the unconscious patient on the table in front of him. He felt like a ghost out of his own body, merely observing his rigid frame standing amongst his colleagues, frozen in time and place, glued to the cold tiled floor. Petrified. Chills were creeping up and down his vertebrae, spreading out to the very tips of his fingers, making him wish he could run. Run as fast as he could, run to the next building to where the emergency department was and run through every room to find you. He needed to find you.

The surgery could not have ended sooner. As soon as he was given the clear that the patient was in the recovery ward, he was sprinting with all of his might through the halls of the cardiac ward, out through the lobby, and into the bright summer sun that seemed to be mocking him in his frantic state. His lab coat trailed behind him and passing nurses and patients jumped out of his way as he barreled down the bright sidewalk of the hospital complex, passing small bundles of blooming flowers that almost shook with how fast his feet were carrying him. He felt like his heart might evacuate from his chest, or that he would surely lose his lunch with the stress of the unknown.

He rounded a corner and entered the emergency wing through a back entrance using his ID, sprinting to the nearest nurse’s desk barely catching his breath. The young woman behind the counter, caught off guard by his sudden burst into the space, was staring at the man with wide, blue eyes, her fingers frozen mid-typing on her mechanical keyboard.

“T… Trafalgar. Where,” was all he was able to gasp out as he clung to the counter catching his breath. He never was much of an athlete.

The young nurse hurriedly picked through the screen of her computer monitor. “Room 114.”

“Thank you,” he wheezed as he pushed himself off again, this time speed walking through the large corridors of the emergency room, not wanting to cause an issue with the attending doctors. He passed by empty gurneys and folded wheelchairs, idle medicine carts and nurses chatting with one another, another ordinary day for them. Room 114 seemed so far away.

Finally, the number appeared on the wall to his right. The door was wide open, multiple bodies hunched over the bed. Shachi and Ikkaku bolted upright from their chairs, mouths open about to speak to Law, but he pushed past them and into the crowd of nurses.

Your wrists were strapped to both handles of the bed you occupied, your eyes squeezed shut and an oxygen mask was forcefully strapped to your face, so tight your skin was visibly pinching through the hard elastic straps. The hose extending from the mask and into an on-board oxygen monitoring machine seemed so foreign on your beautiful face. A few heart rate electrodes were placed on your chest, picking up a well above average heartbeat. Your feet were weakly flailing under the covers as multiple nurses had their hands on you, assessing your blood pressure, your oxygen, hands on your abdomen, your legs, your breasts.

Law saw red.

“BACK THE FUCK UP,” he shouted, finally drawing attention to himself from the surrounding nurses. Hospital etiquette could fuck off for all he cared. His wife had her wrists bound. “GET AWAY FROM HER.”

“Doctor, please,” a man from beside your bed rushed forward toward the cardiac surgeon, placing his hands on his shoulders. “Please don’t yell-”

“Why the hell is she tied to the bed?!” he demanded, every fiber of his being forcing him to maintain at least some level of composure. Behind him, Ikkaku grabbed Shachi’s wrist and dragged him out of the room, not wanting to put their friend under any more stress.

“She was thrashing in the ambulance, we needed to restrain her,” the male nurse explained, attempting to push Law back from your bed.

Law looked past the nurse’s shoulder and screamed once more. “I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER.”

A much larger male nurse stood up from his place around your bed. When he stepped aside, his legs revealed a bright red biohazard container on the ground, a mere glimpse of the pants you were wearing that morning peeking into Law’s field of view.

“Doctor, calm down or I’m going to call security,” the bigger man threatened, stepping toward Law and giving his shoulders a firm shove backwards. He was built less like your average nurse and more like a basketball power forward, and the force of his hands against Law’s shoulders sent the black-haired surgeon stumbling backward.

“Don’t tell me to calm down,” he seethed. “What kind of nurse ties a patient to the bed when they’re panicking, huh?! Is that what they’re teaching you ingrates?! Tying a panicking woman to a bed to keep her still?!”

He forced his way past the larger nurse, much to the man’s discontent, and pushed through the other employees surrounding your bed. His first action was to loosen the straps of the oxygen mask on your face, giving your skin room to breathe. His deft hands ripped the velcro blood pressure cuff off of your bicep, tossing it back to a nurse who had stepped away, shocked by his actions. The oxygen monitor on your finger was next, followed by the restraint on your left hand, which fell limp next to your body. Your wedding ring was missing.

“Where’s the ring?” Law asked, forcing the blood oxygen monitor into the hands of the same nurse who took the cuff from him.

“What ring?” the basketball nurse asked, visibly angry with the doctor’s intrusion.

“The wedding ring on her left hand. Where the hell is it?”

A very small, meek voice piped up from across your bed. “It was removed in the ambulance because the paramedic was afraid she’d hurt herself with it.”

“Hurt herself, or hurt you?” snarled Law referring to the confused gaggle of nurses that had come into contact with his wife, already fed up with whatever excuses they were giving him. If he was more rational, he could argue that they were simply doing their jobs, but even from his standpoint, what they were doing to you was clearly too much. “I want every single one of you out of this room, and I want an attending doctor here immediately. I need one of you to find that damn ring and bring it back to me. Don’t make me ask twice.”

A few nurses took the opportunity to scramble from the room, visibly frazzled by the surgeon’s fit of rage. The two male nurses from prior, however, stood their ground.

“You’re not in our department, doc, I’m afraid we can’t take orders from you.” The larger nurse crossed his arms over his chest in defiance as Law stood between your body and the man.

“Then take my directions as the family member of a patient. Get. The hell. Out.” If Law were to see himself, he’d have absolutely no idea where this authoritative side of him came from. He was never one for verbal or physical confrontation, more used to shutting down and bottling in his feelings than displaying them outright, and never would he ever think to get in the face of an extended colleague, but now was not the time for rational thought.

The first nurse to put his hands on Law placed a hand on the shoulder of his fellow nurse, pulling him toward the door. The larger man finally relented and followed his coworker out into the hallway and around the corner out of sight. Silence had finally settled over the room and Law rushed to the other side of your bed to unstrap your right wrist from the metal barrier. Your heart rate on the monitor was slowly starting to even out, but was still maintaining a fairly erratic pace. His new position allowed him to get a glimpse into the red biohazard container that was improperly placed next to your bed. Your pants, the ones you had purchased when out with your friends a few weeks prior and that you were excited to finally wear to work, were completely soaked with bright red blood. The rest of your clothing was in the bucket, specks of blood on your socks, and the lower portion of your flowy summer shirt. He shoved the bucket out of the way with the ball of his shoe, forcing down the nausea that crawled up his throat.

He placed his hand on your forehead, leaning over you, his face contorted in an agony that mirrored your own.

Your eyes slowly opened, your body completely spent and exhausted. He barely wanted to know what kind of ambulance ride you had endured that had rendered your usually-energetic and upbeat form into a shell of your former self. Your irises were filled with sorrow, and your eyes immediately began welling with tears at the sight of your husband standing above you. You gasped into the oxygen mask, almost choking on the breath of cold, spicy air that flowed through the hose and forced its way into your body. Law was quick to pull the mask off, breaking every form of protocol he was familiar with. He knew his outburst and actions easily risked his integrity as a high profile surgeon, but as he took in the sight of you, completely burnt out, humiliated, scratched up from the binding on your wrists and straps from the mask on your face, he couldn’t find the time to care about his integrity anymore.

Finally free from the confines of the mask, you sucked in a shaky breath, heavy, salty tears flowing down your cheeks like a waterfall. You weakly reached a hand up to his, and he took it in both of his warm, calloused ones, clenching you tightly, funneling all of his love into you.

“Law…” you tried to speak, but your voice came out more like a croak. He felt his heart shatter, splintering into toxic pieces of fiberglass that ripped at his flesh, that stung the soul and pierced the very heart he gave to you. Your lips were violently quivering as your body shook with suppressed sobs, not having any more energy to scream. All you were able to do was mouth the words, ‘I’m sorry.”

Law’s resolve shattered. Whatever was left of his pride, his dignity, his status as your strong, unmoving, supportive husband, was fractured. He crumpled above you, his legs shaking as his head fell to your trembling chest, his hands that held your own remaining close to his own lungs as the tears he had wanted to cry for the past two years of trying for a baby finally escaped from his eyes. He sniffled, snot rapidly pooling in his sinuses as a result of his tears, but he continued to hold your trembling hand in his as he bit his lip so hard it stung, the scorching hot tears leaving his eyes feeling like trails of magma down his skin. The smell of hospital sheets did not belong on you.

The world seemed to implode in on your weak form in the hospital bed, your husband’s defeated body hunched over your own.

A crackled, broken sob exited his lungs.

#x reader #reader insert #fem reader #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #op x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #i'm losing you

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m0nsterqzzz · 2 months

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The Gift

pairing: katniss everdeen x district 12 reader

summary: when she can't be there to protect you, you'll be damn sure she finds some other way.

a/n: this is so fucking short but I have like 7 katniss fics in the work rn that i can't figure out an end to. it's literally only 1023 wordssss ahhhhh i prefer writing long ones so its more entertaining for yall but idk. im dying. started writing a enimes to lovers clarisse fic, and a taytay one, AND my leg fucking hurts. who knew breaking a bone hurts? not me yall. sos. send help.

Walking up in district 13, dressed in a hospital gown that wouldn't stop scratching your body with the material, and your girlfriend nowhere to be seen wasn't exactly pleasant.

After a minor breakdown, it was revealed from Haymitch that Katniss is a few rooms down, also panicking since she’s not allowed to see you. It doesn't bring any comfort, listening in the silence of the night wondering how she’s doing. The last time you saw her face to face she was shooting an arrow towards the top of the force field of the arena you and her were placed in along with 22 other tributes that had won previous hunger games just like you and your girl.

So now you lie awake in your hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling as the annoying clock placed above your door clicks and clicks. If you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath while covering yourself in blankets, you can almost imagine you’re back in district twelve, laying in bed with Katniss instead of laying in this cold room with the knowledge that your district has been burned to the ground.

Your eyes fall to the clock, watching the tiny second hand slowly spin around the full circle before the minute hand moves a little bit signaling only one minute has gone by. The only reason you finally lose interest in it is because the door below it slowly creeks open, a person with long hair and a gown similar to yours stepping inside and gently closing the door behind them.

“Katniss.” You mumble, a relieved smile coming onto your face. She nods, sitting on the side of your bed next to your body.

“Hey honey.” She whispers, clearly nervous a guard rooming the hall will hear her and come in to take her back to her own room. “Are you alright? Haymitch won’t tell despite my threats.”

You manage a small chuckle, nodding as you finally close your eyes and curl into her side. “I’m fine. Are you okay? Nobody will tell me.”

She’s silent for a minute, and you feel a wet droplet drop onto your arm. A tear, though you don’t mention anything to your girlfriend. Finally, the brunette shrugs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “I’m okay now.”

With a small kiss to the top of your head, she relaxes her head against your pillow before sitting up. “I forgot. I brought you something.” She reaches up to the back of her neck, shuffling around for a second before she holds something out to you. Even in the very dim lighting of your room, you can see the necklace. It’s one you're familiar with, for Katniss never took it off until she volunteered as a tribute for her sister Primrose about a year ago.

“My dad gave it to me when I was a kid.” The archer hushedly says, staring at it before glancing at you. You know the story, it being one of the first ones she told you when she finally opened up to you about the loss of her father, but you listen anyway. “He said it would protect me when he wasn’t there to do it. He died in the mines a few months after that.” When she learned her district she was born and raised in was now just ashes and rubble, she thought about the lost friends and that necklace. It was placed in a jewelry box before she left for her second time in the arena, and unlike the townspeople she was decent friends with, her mother was able to give it back.

You two fall into silence for a second before she continues, her voice slightly breaking before it goes back to normal. “And he was right. It has always protected me. I want it to do the same for you.” You’re about to object when she just gently shushes you. It’s her fathers, something she’s very dear almost all her life, why would you just let her give it away?

“I hold my dad in my heart. Not in the necklace. I want you to have protection when I can’t be there to do it. This is as close as we’re gonna get to that.” you giggle, looking in her eyes for a few seconds to make sure she’s sure about this before nodding and turning your back to her so she can put it on you.

Her hands gently touch your skin as you clasps the jewelry onto you, leaving a trail of warmth on the back of your neck before she puts her hands back into her lap. You turn to face her again, hands moving to fidget with the necklace. It’s a gold chain, a small sun charm hanging from it in the middle. It’s beautiful.

“Thank you Katniss.” You say, words sincere as she moves to lay in between your legs with her head on your chest. She doesn't say anything, just placing a kiss on your collarbone that speaks more than enough.

The door creaks open once more, her fight of flight instantly getting triggered as she shields your body with her own and looks over her shoulder. Her tense state calms a little bit when she sees it’s only Haymitch, mumbling something about needing a drink when he sees Katniss in your room. “I was doing night checks. Making sure your person’s still alive.” He mumbles, clearly pointed towards your girlfriend after she threatened him this morning with a syringe to tell give her updates every once and a while about how you were doing.

You find yourself letting out a small laugh, one of the first you’ve had in what feels like an eternity even though it’s only been about a month and a half.

Katniss smiles at the sound of your joy, the first real one since she learned you were alive.

She may not always be able to protect you, but hopefully the trinket will.

Even if it doesn’t, one things for sure. Her dad would have loved you.

Not as much as she does though.

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jjwho · 8 months

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♤What will Your Love Life be like within the Next 3 Months♤

Pile1. Pile2.

Pile3. Pile4.

Pile 1

Cards pulled out: Death reversed, six of pentacles reversed, seven of swords, knight of wands

Okay pile 1 so what im getting is that within the next 3 months of your love life you probably haven't moved on from your ex or like bad habits or like changing your perspective on something or you haven't changed your toxic type and you are probably going back to your ex or ex fling over and over again and just can't wake up from it.

Or you have this toxic love fanatsyin your head and you like these men or woman that abuse their power and give you something and want something in return like they give you some attention cause they wanna bang bang you, yk yk? Whoever this ex or toxic type is, they just gonna keep lying to you and trick you and continue to cheat and cheat and cheat and they won't stop and you can't fix them, cause hoes like that don't change. Just saying. This person might "sweep you off your feet" and make you feel so so special but ja it's just not like that. A shameless flirt, that's what this person is. They're rebellious, fearless, confident and hot tempered. The next three months is just going back and forth with this person and its taking you nowhere but wasting your time only.

Advice cards from the wheel from "Iconic JJ advices": "The bee gets honey taken away and nothing give back"

Yeah so you needa stop letting these men/woman/hoes keep using you and taking advantage of you, like have some self worth in you and move on, it's not gonna work. You're gonna look back from 2 years ahead and you're gonna be like "I was so embarrassing" cause honestly girl maybe it's his face or maybe it's the way he makes you feel special, but no one else would date him, you dated him or fucked around with him, now he thinks he's so hot and can fuck around with multiple people at once. You gotta leave him. Don't build up his ego. Leave and build up your self love, self respect. Got that Pile 1!

Okay bye byeee love yalll

Pile 2

Cards pulled out: Two of cups, King of cups, the tower reversed, ace of swords reversed

Ace of cups back of the deck

Okay so Pile 2222

Okay so Pile 2 idk if yall already in a relationship or you guys met someone or are going to meet someone you'll feel quite a attraction too. Like you guys have mutual respect for each other And you guys are just equal, maybe unlike your past relationships. This person's super sweet the masculine but sweet and compassionate masculine. They're romantic, friendly, wise and just calm and has his shit straight.

But maybe you've been heartbroken so much in the past you're just avoiding the whole thing even though there's attraction and just everything perfect, it might seem too perfect in your eyes and you'll just back up and just avoid the feeling of loss and everything like that.

Because of all of this there's gonna be confusion between you two, misinformation being passed around and making people make the wrong decision because of miscommunication.

I believe you guys both like each other, but then you closing off makes them think stuff and do stuff (not like kiss other chick's or things) just stuff that you thought meant smt else and just a whole lot of confusion.

But you shouldn't let your fear of love take away something good the universe gave you

Advice from wheel from JJs iconic advices": "Life does not life around shitty people"

Okay I have a good feeling the people who will give you guys misinformation or make you think the wrong shit about each ither are the shitty people in your life. Ik when you like someone you'll try find out about them as much as possible, so you might believe any bullshit you hear, but don't. He doesn't have anything to hide so just ask him he won't leave you. He's sweet and compassionate and wants you. Leave this shitty hoes in your life okay. They're just shit and you're good and can't let shit smear on you.

Okay that's I have byeeee

Pile 3

Cards pulled out:Page of pentacles, the wheel of fortune, three of wands, five of swords reversed

Back of the deck: Four of wands

So Pile 333

What im getting is that you'll be at a point qhere you're setting goals for yourself and going for what you want and maybe a person as well, this person could be a grounded young person who's loyal, faithful and makes sure they live a healthy lifestyle and stay consistent, they might even still seek education. Not saying they're really young they might be the same age as you, but just has a bigger thirst for knowledge.

This mightve been something that was meant to happen and around this time you might have a lot of luck. You'll be more happy with yourself and your self confidence will be higher. You might be traveling during this time maybe you'll meet him there or you guys will be traveling together around. But your hard works will be paying off and that might be a reason you'll be traveling but you guys mightve been in a long distance relationship or you guys gonna be one of those traveling romance things. Cutee. You guys mightve had some conflicts but are peacefully resolving them. Someone might make a huge sacrifice but ja. But it resolving peacefully.

Advice from wheel from Iconic advices from JJ: "You're a clean Diamond, he isn't and doesn't want to be"

Okay damn so the sacrifice part I'm not sure if something happens but ja maybe they're talking about someone in the last you need to stop trying go after. Leave the past and look into the present. Like if they've moved on then move. Okay? I'm sorry but ja that's the way it is. Just feel, cry. Accept. Then move on. Sounds super easy but is hard I know. Just go out more as well and be open Okay?Don't hold onto someone who doesn't want you, there's millions of people who could want you if you give them the opportunity to let them know you and they could also treat you better.

Okay byeeee

Pile 4

Cards pulled out:Knight of cups, nine of pentacles, nine of swords reversed, six of cups

Back of the deck: The empress

Okay so what im getting is that someone within the next 3 months will yk offer they're cup of love for you. Theyre gonna take action and just follow their heart, you might even be swept off you're feet, you could find them charming and super gentlemanly. Super warm and gentle, at this time you might be getting more serious about your independence and success and just really focused on that, or yalls relationship that you guys are setting off is gonna become more successful and stable. Could be both but ja. This might make you happy and have faith, cause this is like your "Light at the end of the tunnel" and you'll accept the help from them cause that's all they want to do.

This relationship has a nostalgic vibe to it, like a lot of innocence and "I'll protect you" energy. This could help you connect more to your creative side and feminine side. But a lot of harmony between you guys. This is sweet.

Advice cards: "One life, one chance, a world that doesn't care"

So just go for it, I feel like you're scared to go after your dream or something your heart yearn for, but I believe its time you should. Don't be scared. Failure is normal in life, success is part of understanding failure is okay, success is going after your dream 100 times no matter how much you fall. Don't be scared and go for it. Okay.

Byeee

Okay guys I hope you enjoyed the readings have a lovely dayyy

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kurocatsstuff · 4 months

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8:50 ✩ : the day mortality takes you away

genre : angst

notes : FIRST TIME WRITING ACTUAL ANGST, don’t attack me 😭😭 (idk im just writing don’t expect too much)

You sat in your bed, or rather the bed the hospital provided for you. You’d had always been weak, late childhood up to your adult ages.. yet it had never been to the point where you couldn’t move, as if the time around you had stopped yet for others it had only gotten faster, whether in sadness, happiness, anger, or fear.

You, at the age of 23 years old hadn’t even gotten the chance to even go to college, have adventures, or gotten to experience the joy of life in this golden age where you could practically do anything you wanted. It was unfair, the drowning feeling which sank your heart to the pits of your stomach just to digest.

You remember the happy and even painful times with your lover, either one you missed all of them, even that traitor who promised you they weren’t and never were apart of those wretched Fatui, the people who took the life of your father without a single ounce of shame or guilt. Your mom died recently too which made your feelings of loss even more worse.

—

The door opened to a daily visitor in which the sight of him made you feel all the feelings of anger and grief flood all in again. Him trying to apologize for lying and wishing all that to see that soft smile of yours directed towards him.. instead replaced with a look of betrayal and grief towards him, you scowl.

“…you.. didn’t I tell you to just leave already?!” You said in anger as you threw the beautiful flowers right in his face with the remaining strength you had, panting heavily just with that tired yet irritated throw you had done.

He just looked at you blankly the tiny yet obvious sparkle in his eyes gone as if evaporated just like your hope and love. The flowers fell to the floor petals scattered all around the room. “I won’t stop visiting until you forgive me, it’s only then I will stop the daily visits. I miss your smile, I’ll leave the Fatui I promise— I’ll have so much time with you and we can finally explore the world of teyvat just like you wished for so please..” he said in that stubborn yet desperate tone as he begged , like every single visit he does..

“…I’m sorry.” He finally says, Scaramouche’s hand lightly touches yours only to be slapped away, following with soft yet angry words of wishing you never met him in your life..

note : yall, I’ll update this if it gets popular, no more polls 😭

#genshin angst #angst no comfort #light angst #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact fatui #genshin imagines #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche angst #idk anymore #firsttimewritingangst

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3xen · 4 months

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just for you; g. s genji is rushed to your operation room, believing it'll be dr. ziegler to operate on him.

n. wrote this on three hours of sleep w school tmr, and i actually liked it sm! idk yall, im getting back into my game plz bare w me.

c. first meeting, mentions of mercy (angela), lowk crack

“we have a patient in critical condition. he needs to be treated immediately.” god, angela where are you when i need you most? you double-take the patient in the gurney—genji shimada. his name had appeared more than once on your files. but never once was he sent to your aid. dr. ziegler was his primary doctor since she maintained most of his records and regular check-ups.

the assistant rolled the gurney into the room. “please, notify dr. ziegler of mr. shimada’s status. im sure she’d want to know.” i inform, inspecting the patient with a cringe. his visor is damaged with a dent, wires sprouted from his shoulders, and his left lower limb seemed just too far out of place.

“will do ma’am, ill be here if you need me.” the assistant left—leaving a tense silence in the air.

“shimada, are you alright in there?”

“im alright.” his words came out strained, almost as if he felt the physical pain being done to his body. you acknowledged that. as you moved to his side—determining how to treat the damages, he spoke in a soft voice. “is dr. ziegler unavailable?” and it made you wince.

“she’s been transferred to overwatch headquarters in switzerland. i am so sorry.” he gave you a quiet hum—observing you through his visor. you looked attractive, beautiful, and it really intrigued him. you spoke in that angelic voice, had observant and quiet motions—he couldn’t wait to bury angela with queries.

“your cooling system must have been tattered with. the wires don’t usually come out like this do they? reattaching your limb should be easy.. but, your wiring is jumbled—it’ll take a lot of time to install it properly,” in deep concentration, you furrow your brows, crossing your arms over your chest, and then sighed. “and, you must have suffered quite a blow to your face.”

“ah, just a boulder. nothing special.”

operations on flesh and bones were completely opposite of cybernetic and robotic parts. there was really no easy way to work around any mechanical part that ran on a code—not without guaranteeing its success.

you stifled a quiet groan—turning away from your patient. you couldn’t admit to him you’ve never worked on a half-cyborg—actually, no one has in the nepal headquarters!

“doctor?”

“sorry, lets get to work right away.”

you whisked tools in your hands from around the room—useless or not, you placed them on a moveable cart. “we’ll start on your leg, then work our way up.”

as the operation began, you worked attentively. this must have been your most daring task yet.

“doctor,” genji cooed once.

“ye-yes..”

genji cooed again—not being able to make out your coherent words. “doctor.” and it didn’t take long before you sprang up.

“yes!”

“you are too focused. it makes me worry.” wasn’t that a good trait of a doctor? i pulled back, blinking twice at a loss.

“i suppose you are right..” you directed your eyes toward him. “ive never worked on a specimen like you.” you unconsciously lowered your head.

“a cyborg?” you nod.

“only dr. ziegler specializes in those preposterous things..” genji chuckled, causing you to perk up.

“you seem informed about it all.”

“she only taught me a few things. ive also worked on cassidy’s cybernetic arm aswell. thats my only experience.” genji stared in awe—you picked up fairly quick.

when he arrived at nepal headquarters—wounded, he expected dr. ziegler. his visits with her were short—she was a busy woman, he knew. and when he found himself being in a room with someone other than her, he accepted his fate of chaos and disaster.

“how long are you stationed here?”

“about 2 months or so.. they want me back in zurich as soon as possible.” genji nodded in acknowledgment. really, he was intrigued.

#𓂃ᰔ xen writes #overwatch 2 #ow2 #overwatch 2 x reader #overwatch x reader #genji shimada #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader

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