Y’all My New Account Was Terminated And I Have Absolutely Zero Clue As To Why Bc I Got No Warning Whatsoever

I wanna see Tom Holland and/or Andrew Garfield read thirst tweets in character as Peter Parker and how they think he’d(respective to how they each portrayed him) react. I just think it’d be one of the most hysterical things to ever exist.

Kakashi: [sees you and Obito hanging out] Whats up?

Obito: I'm bonding with your datefriend. I like them. We're plotting your demise.

Kabuto: You're really pushing my buttons

Y/N: which one is mute

Togame Jo has always been in the back of your mind and maybe that's why you accidentally text him instead of your best friend, otherwise why else would he show up to your house so late in the evening? inspired by @kingkatsuki adding onto a general "diary entry" to my blog .

A good finger fucking until I cry would fix me

A random thought you text to your friend before you toss your phone on your nightstand, groaning into your pillow with disgust over how horny you were over nothing at all.

It was just ovulation week of course, leaving you weepy and wet at your lashes and between your thighs. Dolphin shorts riding up as you reach for a shirt on the ground that you've stolen from your crush. The last time you'd seen him you'd gotten caught in the rain coincidentally near his apartment and so he invited you in until the storm passed, your clothes dried and neatly folded placed into a bag as he walked you to the train stop while you wore his shirt and sweats. You promised you'd return it nice and clean.

You both knew that was a lie.

Dressing quickly so you could finish cleaning up your apartment before dinner, take out on its way in about a half an hour and you needed to find your cash stash to tip the poor man when he got here.

Washing dishes, taking out trash, sweeping and even picking up your living room that was neglected through the week all before the doorbell rings.

Smiling as you go to open the door, ten in your hand, as you hum happily thinking about your favorite oversized meal. Except when you swing the door open the delivery man isn't there.

It's Togame, your crush.

He stands tall even as he hunches a little. Plastic bag of your delivery on the wrist of the hand in his pocket while the other idly scrolls his phone. Yours pings, the delivery driver sending a picture of the hand off, to Togame, and kind message thanking you for the large tip.

He looks up at you, just over the rim of his circular glasses that sit on the edge of his nose.

"Ya always answer the door like that, sweetheart?" He asks locking his phone as he looks you up and down, deep emerald gaze noticing his old band shirt that swallows your body. He isn't sure you're wearing anything underneath, he smiles and runs his hand through his hair to his undercut before he's pushing his way past you. Entering your apartment as if it were second nature and not his first time here.

Stopping in the genkan to shove off his geta that match his dark cotton samue paired with his flashy Shishitoren letterman jacket. Walking to the living room to set down the takeout on the kotatsu before the rummages through your cabinets for plates.

"Togame?"

"Yea?"

"What are you doing here?" With how comfortable he makes himself in your home, you almost forgot you barely know him and that you're dressed in a shirt you never returned, pulling down the hem a bit more since your shorts hardly cover your ass.

"M here to 'fix ya.'" He tilts his head at you, wondering why you're lingering by your entry way, "Like ya asked."

"Like I asked?" A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, prickling at the nape of your neck.

"Yea, wouldn't want you texting anyone else your problems sweetheart. Least not ones like that." He sets the two plates and two sets of utensils down on the counter while he opens the fridge. Delighted to find a beer bottle that he opens with his teeth, before bringing one of the glass bottles to his lips for a sip. Grabbing for the plates and returning to the living room to settle in. Tossing his glasses and jacket onto your bed that lies a few feet from the kotatsu looking over his shoulder while he makes your plate.

"Ya coming?"

"Togame...I-" You let out a shaky breath, there's no way you texted the wrong person. You texted your friend your born again virgin woes, right?

Right??!!!

"Shy now?" He chuckles, pulling out his phone, holding it up so you can see the message that he received and sure enough it reads, a good finger fucking would fix me.

"THAT-" You bap at his phone knocking it from his hands as if that could make him unsee it, make him forget all about your lewd request, "That was NOT meant for you."

"Oh?" His jade eyes are cat like, narrowing for a moment in an emotion you can't place, "Who was it meant for? Surely not someone from Bofurin."

He takes another swig from his bottle, long fingers around the neck that he tightens over the thought. He knew no one from Bofurin could please you the way Togame knew he could, especially not that one with headphones and suckers.

Togame would much rather you be sweet on Sako, least then he was a Shishitoren.

"It was meant for a friend! It was like- like a joke between girls." Your confession shouldn't make his cock twitch in his pants, he palms at it and doesn't bother to be subtle.

"Girls always talk so lewdly to each other?" Silence stretches on between you two before he cracks a devilish smile, patting at the spot next to him, "Come on, gotta get some food in ya."

With your heart beating on your ribcage you slowly sink down next to Togame, who puts on a movie the two of you would enjoy while you eat your meal. Splitting with him what was supposed to be your dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

It's comfortable, the silence and occasional comments on the flick takes some odd plot twist and for a moment you forget why exactly he showed up at your door.

Right up until the credits, where you try to rise with a "welp" as if to show him away.

But Togame wasn't going anywhere, crowding your space with little effort and it's only now you realize you practically sat on top of him. He didn't let you get up and there's no way you can escape now as his mouth hovers so closely to yours.

"Now," he purrs, hand moving to cup your mouth, long fingers digging into the fabric to touch your already wet hole, "lemme help you with your problem."

Roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt and swiping up to your clit in slow strokes and it makes you gasp. Fisting the navy blue fabric of his samue when he presses his mouth to yours. Kissing you with a mixture of rough and soft that leaves you a little dizzy. Domineering in a way you'd forgotten you liked, gasping against his mouth giving him entrance for his tongue to slip in. Slow swipes as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more all while he keeps that slow rough drag of his finger tips. Until he hears the squelch of your cunt and feels your arousal soaking through your shorts only then does he pull away as you whine.

Hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and yanking them down and off of your ankles, pushing you to lean back against your bed frame as he crowds further. Palm on your pretty mound as his fingers repeat the same action, catching on your entrance that starts to flutter with each circle of your clit back down to your perineum. He watches your face, watches your hips twitch as you arch your back for him, your hands fisting the hem of the fabric at your waist.

Togame brings his free hand to shove his shirt over the mounds of your breasts, exposing your already hard nipples to the cool air of your apartment. Leaning over to lick a broad stripe making you clench around nothing as a shiver runs down your spine. He does it a few more times before he's pulling your nipple into his mouth. Shoving his two thick fingers into your tight cunt with enough force it makes your tits bounce and you moan loudly.

Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before flicking it in time with his thumb that now circles your clit. Adjusting his hands so that his fingers can touch that sweet spot and his thumb can rock against your clit with each thrust of his hand.

In just a few short strokes you're starting to see stars.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Togame, fuck ahh." You sound better than what he's imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your name on his tongue makes his cock ache painfully in his boxer briefs, begging to be touched but that could wait.

Biting at the soft tops of your tits, leaving hickies that you'll be finding for weeks as your head jerks back. Coil in your stomach so tight you think you might snap in half.

"Togame, don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" You sound whiny like you always do and Togame loves the sound. Lives for it and it's why he's always teasing you when you stop by Shishitoren to give the gang a lecture about not trashing the bar you work out.

It always fell on deaf ears that is until Togame made his men listen but he didn't want to think about all that right now.

He just wanted to burn the way you look creaming his fingers into his memory. Moving off your nipple with a lewd pop and silvery string that connects the two of you that he breaks with a swirl of his tongue. Looking down to see how you soak the floor and his fingers making him press into you a little harder.

"Then cum sweetheart. It's why I'm here remember?" With that you reach ecstasy, bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers with a loud moan of his name and tears collecting in your eyes, holding his gaze and if Togame wasn't in love with you before he sure as hell was now.

Watching you pant as he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath but let you ride out your high, loving how your cunt flutters around his fingers, trying to pull his digits back in that he steadily rocks into you.

Your manicured hands reach for his waist band, eyes trained on the outline of his long, fat cock.

"Please, 'gami." You whine, pulling at the fabric as his free hand gently pushes yours away. Green eyes tracking over pretty skin he's littered with bruises, kind replaying the way you cried out his name as he feels drool collect at the back of his throat. Pulling his fingers out until just the tips were hidden within your velveteen walls before he pushes the saliva to the tip of his tongue. Pulling his lips away from his teeth to push the spit from the wet muscle right onto your clit, not that you needed the extra lube. Messily rubbing it against the sensitive bud making you cum again with a cry and a biting grip on his forearm.

"No, no sweetheart. This is about you right now." He hums, eyes dark and trained on your face before he sets another relentless pace. Until you're slumping over and jerking back. Crying out his name over and over as fat tears fall past those pretty lashes Togame loves seeing you bat up at him when you want your way.

So into what he's doing to you he doesn't realize his boxers have become sticky until he shifts closer to you. Clinging to his skin too much for it to be only pre, turned on even more that you made him cum his fuckin pants from just your sights and sounds. Even your smell, sweet and sticking in the back of his throat making him insatiable.

"Fuck, lissen to how your cunt soundsssss." He growls, making emphases by pushing you beyond your limit so he can hear the clicking slick and cry of your cunt sucking his fingers back in when he pulls them out.

He doesn't stop until his fingers are pruned and cramping in your cunt that has been spasming non stop for the past five minutes, your throat sounds dry from your moaning and selfishly he thinks he could spit onto your tongue to help you alleviate your pain.

Looking up to see your debauched face, brows furrowed, lip pouting and tears of beyond overstimulation that makes him ease you down into slow ruts til his fingers are just in you. Half smothering you as he crowds your space, slowly pulling out his fingers and lightly tapping your clit as he leaves your glistening folds making you yelp.

Lips at your throat, leaving soft nips and nosing at your racing pulse, "Deep breath."

His voice is soft and it makes you dizzy, slowly pulling in breath until you feel a little more clear headed. Clinging to him slightly and he pulls you closer halfway on his lap so you can curl into his throat. Breathe in his cologne and hopefully think about him as much as he thinks about you.

Little does he know...

"Hmm, but you didn't get to have any fun." You pout, now real tears collecting in your eyes that have him chuckling again. Pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

"Oh I did." He presses his sensitive spent cock roughly through his pants until you can hear a muted squelch.

Suddenly there are hearts in your eyes, looking up at him and pushing him onto his back. Pulling his pants down until they sit midway on his hairy thighs, leaning over to lick the spent cum from his soft cock and if you weren't careful would quickly get hard. Your hand placed firmly on his sternum to keep him from getting up as your tongue travels to his heavy sac.

Togame just lies back, staring up at your ceiling, hand coming to circle yours until he's "clean" wishing you had texted him by accident months ago.

Maybe getting married isn't so bad

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Summary: You've always complained about weddings. You don't like them, you find them ridiculous. But as you attend your friends' ceremony, something inside you tightens. How will your lover react? Word count: 1000 (intro + 200 per gentleman) Personal Notes: I'm in this picture. I've told my partner a thousand times that I would never get married. And now, years later, with kids, a dog, and a house, something in me is changing... <3 Warning: All my stories are written entirely in Spanish and then translated into English, so I apologize for any mistakes I might make.

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. It was all so beautiful. The flowers, the garlands, the music. Everything you had always rejected. 

Sitting in your chair next to your partner, you watched as the groom nervously recited his vows while the bride gazed up at him with adoring eyes. Your eyes swept over the guests. They all looked radiant. Some were smiling, others were sighing.

As soon as the heartfelt words were spoken, a couple of little girls wearing flower crowns approached the engaged couple with a small cushion holding the wedding rings. One of them tripped on the carpet. Everyone laughed warmly. You clasped your hands together in your lap and held them tightly. 

The bride beamed as her almost-husband slid the wedding ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. As he leaned forward to kiss her, you burst into tears while the guests applauded and cheered.

"Are you crying, darling?" You felt your partner's warm hand cover yours.

You didn’t answer.

He just smiled and sighed.

How many times had he tested the waters with you about marriage? And how many times had you dismissed it, calling it just a piece of paper, an unnecessary formality, something cheesy?

The rest of the evening was a blur of joy. You were either dancing, eating or laughing. Sometimes all three at once.

By the time you returned to your hotel, your feet ached from the heels, but your heart glowed. You sat on the bed while your lover stared at you.

Shanks

“So…” he grinned and stepped closer, “did you like the wedding?”

“Yeah…” you stared at the floor.

“...But?” He ducked his head into your angle of vision, smiling mischievously.

“No but,” you pushed his head to the side.

“Ouch! What do you mean, no but? Didn't you say weddings were a cheesy thing for people with no creativity?”

“Yeah… well…” You slipped off your heels. “I liked this one.”

He laughed, “Oh yeah. You did like it. I even saw you cry!”

“Shanks, you're an idiot!"’ you threw one of your heels at him, “Shut up!”

He dodged it and crouched down, leaning on your knees.

“Oh no, I'm not shutting up until you say it.” 

“Say what?” you blinked at him innocently. 

A couple of seconds passed, but Shanks always ended up winning the silence contests.

“FINE!!!" You finally snorted "I-I want to get married, okay?! HAPPY?!”

“YES!!!!” He threw his arms in the air triumphantly, beaming and moving around the room in a ridiculous victory dance. “I knew it! I knew it! I WON!”

You rolled your eyes, already regretting everything you’d just said.

Beckman

“Doll...” he knelt in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs, ”why did you cry at the wedding?”

He knew. Of course he did. He knew you like the back of his hand.

“I just... “ you trailed off, avoiding his gaze. “It was a nice ceremony, wasn't it?“

“Yes,“ his fingers brushed your chin, making you raise your gaze, “But I thought you didn't like these kinds of events.“

You sighed, locking your pupils with his, “Yeah… that's what I thought.“ He smiled warmly at you and your heart swell. 

"Well," he rose to his feet. Your eyes went wide as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small, elegant box. "If you ever change your mind…" 

"Becks..." your voice broke, "that box...?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes filled with tears. “H-have you always carried it with you?”

He gave you another smile and replied in his raspy voice. "Yes darling, just in case... You know I've always wanted to…”

You barely let him finish the sentence. You just ran to him and jumped into his arms.

Mihawk

“My dear, are you unwell?” he took off his feathered hat and fixed his amber eyes on you.

“No, my love, why?' you replied, removing the silver earrings he had offered you.

“I saw you crying at the ceremony.”

You sighed and stood up to help him remove his tie. 

“It's nothing, it's just... everyone was so happy that I... I had second thoughts…”

“Thoughts?” he took your hands in his, “What thoughts?”

“Oh nothing,” you played it down, “things like... weddings and… promises.” 

Your lover's eyes glowed. “My love... it's possible that… are you reconsidering?”

You nodded and his lips curved upwards in a blissful smile.

“Will you let me court you?” he said, soon returning to his usual serious self.

“Court me, Mihawk? When it's been years since we…”

“Shh,” he silenced you, running his fingers gently over your lips. Then he lifted your hand and placed a small kiss on it. “I'm going to find another room to spend the night."

“What?” you laughed, “Mihawk, what…”

“If we're going to do this, let's do it properly my dear," he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, then turned on his heel and disappeared.

You looked down at your freshly kissed hand. A smile played in your lips as you imagined a ring on it.

..............................

Taglist: @fanaticsnail @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @i-am-vita @eustasscapitankid @nocturnalrorobin @daydreamer-in-training @sarkitsune03 <3

Dad Ego! being asked by his child to scare off a person who keeps asking them out and not taking a hint? I wonder how Ego would react with the information that a person is harassing his child and how he would scare them off

OOOH PROTECTIVE DAD EGO HERE WE GO

Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist

Tags: gn!Ego's child!reader, reader is a teenager and uhh, yeah that's it

Ego notices how uncomfortable you are IMMEDIATELY. Even though you try to ignore the person and even tell them to leave you alone, they just don't stop. That's when your father steps in. He's tall - so he basically towers over them as he tells them to leave you alone. Ego rarely gets aggressive towards strangers, but if he does, it's always to protect you. At first, he's actually very passive-aggressive and then drifts into being more direct by constantly asking questions like "Do you like harassing people? You get off on that shit or what?" and "You really can't take a hint to fuck off when someone wants you to?"

As soon as the creep is gone, Ego makes sure you're okay and reassures you what the stranger did was very wrong. Ego really wants you to know you should never give in to someone even if they don't let go when you say no. And because some people suck and won't take no for an answer, your father will always be there to scare them off and protect you.

Don't Worry About Me

La Alberca Muerta. AKA, Deadpool

Based on the movies and canon really, doesn’t follow the exact order of the movie tho. FINALLY made a sad fic.

Decided to make the reader Wade’s sibling, like 3 years younger than him. Reader is still gender neutral. No powers. To make it simpler:

Wade is 28-30, (Y/N) is 25-27

Summary: Your brother Wade always told you not to worry about him.

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Sibling!Reader

warning(s): Angst, cursing, mentions of abuse/physical & mental illness/ and attempted suicide in detail/and overall death, spoilers I guess??? READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

word count: 2.0k

It hurt to see him struggle.

He was never someone who had it easy and was given a lot of struggles. Your childhood never had any proper parental figures to guide you through stuff like this, and having an abusive father didn’t help either. Back then, Wade had to be the protector, to ensure your safety as much as possible. There was always one thing he would tell you: “Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

Easier said than done.

You felt so happy when you met Vanessa. Knowing that there was someone else—besides you—who realized what an amazing person he is, and how much of a fighter and go-getter he is. It made you happy to know that Wade was able to find someone who he could give his heart to and settle down with.

“Alright, so…(Y/N), this is Vanessa.” You smiled at her before reaching out to shake her hand. She smiled back at you, “I take it you're the amazing sibling Wade’s talked about?” You gave an ‘aw’ and looked over at your brother, “You talk about me? That’s so adorable yet awkward at the same time!” Wade rolled his eyes.

“Well I usually talk about you when I run out of monologue to say. And there’s no way in hell I’m making weather talk.”

“So I’m just your plan b?” you retorted back at him.

“Pretty much! Except I don’t need to pay 13 dollars for a pill.”

“Gross!” you laughed out while slapping his arms. Vanessa looked at the scene. It was adorable. Having watched Wade interact with you made her think he’d be a great father.

Before you and Wade began a slapping war, there was a knock at the front door. You all turned to look at it.

“Who could that be?”

“Looks like dinner’s ready.” Vanessa said, walking away from the ‘living room’. You looked over at Wade, “That my cue to leave? Cause I don’t wanna be a bother…” Your brother wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Nope, this is your cue to stay and enjoy the Chinese takeout.”

Seemed like things were going great for your brother.

-

Unfortunately, cancer’s a bitch. Fuck cancer.

When Wade called you over the phone, you knew it had to be something serious. He was a texter, not a caller.

When he called you and told you he had cancer, you headed over to his and Vanessa’s place ASAP. Vanessa explained to you what the doctors had told them, and what the treatment options were. You looked over at your brother. He was in a daze, sitting on the couch. You’ve never seen him like that before. You were hesitant when you got up from the chair Vanessa offered you and sat down next to Wade.

You slowly grabbed his hand and squeezed. He finally broke from his shock and looked over at you. Your eyes began to tear up when you began, “Wade…I can’t even imagine how you feel right now. But, please understand that I wanna help you get through this as much as I possibly can…”

Wade smiled at you, “Thanks.”

“If there is in anyway I can try to help either of you guys right now—”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). I’m ok for now.” You knew that meant that he was kindly telling you that he didn’t want to talk about it right now. To drop it, at least for now.

He told you the same thing when he found out about some guy who offered to cure Wade. You didn’t see or hear from him within a year, only the doctors who claimed he had died, then were left to grieve over his supposed, deceased absence with Vanessa.

It was then a certain day where he decided to make his appearance known. You had gotten close with your brother’s widowed girlfriend as time passed by. You had eventually both had a weekly hang out routine with one another as you both began to see each other as the only family left. One day, she hadn’t answered your texts nor calls in over 3 days, which led to you searching for her at her job.

You freaked out even more when you couldn’t find her there either. Heading towards the apartment her and Wade used to share together, you worried over what could've happened to her.

Heading towards the complex, you felt uncomfortable when you noticed someone was following you. After a couple more blocks, you realized this person was most likely after something of you, or after you in general, shifting towards an alleyway, you stopped to see if the person would walk by.

When they entered the same alleyway you had prepared your fist and threw a sharp jab at the perpetrator's face. They shouted, clutching at their now dislocated jaw.

“Fucking shit balls!” The hooded figure yelled. You recognized that voice. Without hesitation you yanked the hood off. The person looked at you whilst you looked back in shock and despair.

“...Wade?” It felt like seeing some kind of ghost almost.

Your older brother sighed in defeat as he sheepishly shrugged. “Hi…”

Angrily, you began slapping and pushing at his chest as tears fell from your cheeks. “What. The. Fuck! Where have you been?! I fucking thought you were dead! You just decided to go motherfucking AWOL!” Wade stayed and took your beatings, “Why the fuck didn’t you call me or Vanessa?! Do you not care anymore?! Do you not understand how worried and how—”

You let out a loud sob, hits slowing down and going weak against his chest, “—fucking miserable we have fucking been? Do you not understand how scared I was when you left for treatment without even telling me? What even fucking happened to you?! What kind of treatment leaves you looking like that?! Wade what did you—”

Your brother grabbed both your hands, hugging you close to his chest. “I promise you I will literally explain everything. Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). But right now, I need you to help me find Vanessa.”

“Find Vanessa?” You looked up at him, snot beginning to drip from your nose. He nodded as he wiped it away with his sleeve. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for a couple of days.” you hiccupped.

Thus began the search for Vanessa and Ajax, leading you to meet the X-Men. Or at least a couple of them. NegaSonic Teenage Warhead seemed cool and a bit scary. Overall she was a teenager, nothing scarier than that. Colossus reminded you of a dilf, in a non-weird-sort-of-way. Overall, they seemed pretty nice—Colossus was more than friendly when you two met. You promised him a date later on.

When all the chaos was over, you ran ahead to check on your brother, despite the two X-Men’s protest. “Wa—D-Deadpool!” you didn’t know if he really cared about his secret identity or not. Regardless, you were able to make out him and, thankfully, Vanessa alive and standing. They were…making out.

You shook away your look of disgust and sprinted towards them, “Wade!”

Your brother looked away from his girlfriend, “(Y/N)!” He ran and engulfed you in a hug, spinning you around for extra measure. “You ok?” he looked you over, relieved to find no actual injury. You nodded and gestured to him, “I should be asking you that! I mean, I saw you get shot! Hell, even thrown around! It looks like you got a nasty cut o your side! You sure—”

“Woah woah woah, calm down I’m fine!” your brother said, cupping the sides of your head, “Don't worry about me, (Y/N).”

Things settled down for a bit afterwards.

Perfectly fine by you, Wade deserved it anyways.

-

He didn't deserve this. Neither did Vanessa.

You were shocked when you got a call one night and saw it was from Wade. Shakily, you got up from your bed, still in pajamas and putting on your sneakers. Bringing the phone towards your ear, you called him back, “Yes? Hello? Wade?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Vanessa’s dead.” he whimpered out over the line.

Oh my god.

“O-oh Wade…I-I’ll be there in a sec…c-call the police.” What the fuck were you gonna do exactly? You didn’t really know. Arriving at your car, you gripped at the steering wheel, tears falling from your cheeks. Silently sobbing, you leaned against the window, rubbing your forehead. Why? you asked yourself. Why her?

By the time you arrived, Wade was no longer there, all that was left was the police and ambulance.

-

Piotr was the one who called you and explained everything.

He told you about how your brother had disappeared a few weeks after Vanessa’s passing, he ended up in jail, and ended up saving a child somehow—something super powers related so you weren't gonna go too into detail—and he had refused to join the X-Men once again after he offered your brother again.

Apparently now he was living in some new apartment.

After thanking Colossus for the directions—and promising him another date—you headed towards…Wade’s new place?

Reaching the new complex, it looked worse than what you had. Prices in New York were already outrageous; you could only imagine how much he was paying for the pile of shit. You headed upstairs and followed the numbers on the walls.

“Let’s see…Piotr said 14D…” you mumbled while eyeing the rooms. There was a mix between loud orgy noises and yelling in general. You didn’t even begin to wonder what the stains on the walls or ceilings could be. It was bad. Very bad.

Reaching a door with a ‘14D’ taped to it, you gave a hesitant knock.

After three more tries, someone answered. “Who the fuck—” Your brother eye’s widened through the mask as he recognized it was you. “(Y/N)...”

You pushed passed him and made your way inside. “What are you doing here?” Wade asked, lazily closing the door behind him. Turning to face your brother, your eyes narrowed, “Why didn’t you bother to tell me everything that happened after…”

“After I killed Vanessa?”

You gasped and shook your head, “What do you mean—”

“I’m the one who killed her…fucking someone found out she was my girlfriend…crossed the wrong guy ‘pparently…next thing I know…someone fucking kill her…” he spoke with a slur. He sounded tired, drunk even, if that was still possible after he got his powers. “...she died…because of me…now I've just been here…tryin’ to kill myself…”

“Wade…n-no! You know damn well she wouldn’t want this! Why are you trying to end yourself?” you asked, slowly walking up to him. You reached out for a hug. He angrily pushed you away.

“SO I CAN FUCKING BE WITH HER!! DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT IT’S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT?!”

You didn’t speak up, allowing him to continue. He huffed even harder when you didn’t say anything back.

“Don’t you fucking get it?! You’re so fucking stupid! I left without leaving because look at what happened to the one girl I fucking loved?! She got killed! All because she knew me!! And y’know what's even more fuckin’ entertaining?” He grabbed a gun from the counter. You gasped, “Wade don’t—”

A shot rang through the room.

You looked horrified when he pulled the aimed gun away from his head. Blood and pieces of chunky flesh now on the side of his face, hanging on by some pieces that were still attached to his head and skull overall.

Wade sighed and let out small sobs as he put the gun back, looking at you.

“No matter how many fucking times I try…I can’t die. I can’t be with her. Even through death…”

Your brother walked past the counter and over to the kitchen, where he had towels and a medical kit. Regaining your shock back, and ignoring the fact that you're probably traumatized now, you slowly walked towards him.

“...Wade…please, you can’t do this…y’know Vanessa wouldn’t like this. How would she feel. H-How do you think I feel?” you asked shakily.

Finishing bandaging the parts of his skull he just blasted off, he looked over at you in defeat. “...Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

“But Wade—”

“Please…fuckin’ leave.”

“W-Wade…” You almost fell when he pushed you out the door, slamming it shut.

Ughhh idk man its 2:00 AM I'm sorry if its shitty. Happy New Year tho! Still sick sadly.

Sugary Secret

(Doflamingo x Reader)

Summary: The king of Dressrosa shares a midnight snack with you. Don't tell anyone. It's his little sugary secret.

Words: 1k

Tags: Doflamingo x afab!Reader, Reader & Doflamingo Are Married, Cuddling, Fluff, Size Difference, SFW, One Shot

A/N: I am sleep deprived, much like Doffy here. (Hugs him) It's okay, Doffy, let's cuddle, we can fall asleep easier like that. I wrote this ages ago cus I wanted a cuddle with Doffy in Dressrosa. Short and not detailed enough with descriptions for my liking, but I'm not that good quite yet with describing the SIZE of this man. Ugh, I love him. Would cuddle, cuddles would be 100000/10 with him. Wish I could make this Hammock NSFW Fic but hooo boy that intimidates me so it's SFW. Also, huh, my first actual fic(that I publish on tumblr)! Of course it would be Doffy. 🩷

You got woken up by some sort of sound of...

A bag?

It sounded like a bag. You realised the usual ten foot giant wasn't all wrapped around you, hugging you possessively. You blinked at the lack of him. The bed felt very big and very empty without him.

Then, you heard it. Crunching.

You perked up, shooting up in the bed. You knew that sound.

Cookies.

You floundered around for the switch of the bedside lamp. Once you found it, the illuminating orange light cast a small light around the large suite of the bedroom.

And there was the king of Dressrosa, satten on a circular coffee table, a lid full of cookies held in his left hand while his right hand grabbed the pile of cookies.

Upon the light hitting his handsome face, bare of his sunglasses, the king of Dressrosa froze like a cat caught catching a rat, pink eyes widening slightly.

You looked at Doflamingo. Doflamingo looked at you. 

Silence.

Staring at you, he tossed another cookie into his large mouth, the crunch as he chewed on it filling the large bedroom.

You blinked, more bewildered than anything. It was still night out, but it must be very very early morning.

You wondered if he'd had a nightmare. Usually, you were able to keep them at bay with your presence, running your fingers through his hair and soothing him in his sleep until the nightmare ebbed away, chased away by your loving touch, but sometimes that didn't work.

“Before you say anything,” said Doflamingo, his deep voice covering you with a weight similar to his feather coat. “I am the king. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. If I want to eat cookies at 3 am…” The blond pulled the box closer to his stomach protectively. “I will eat cookies at 3 am.”

When you continued staring, Doflamingo added, “Don't tell Monet.”

Poor Monet has given Doflamingo trauma or something of the like because she always kept him on schedule. He could never escape his royal duties with Monet around. He'd tried, much like you did. You both got dragged back to the palace within thirty minutes, feeling properly ashamed from the cold, chilly gaze Monet gave you.

“I am the king, and I am hungry, so what if I'm eating cookies?” continued Doflamingo. “I deserve cookies. I work hard all day.”

“And I deserve to eat cookies.  I’m a Celestial Dragon, nobody can tell me what to do.” said Doflamingo. Was it you, or was he eating the cookies faster, as though afraid you would start scolding him any moment, stop him from indulging in the sweets? “Even if you're my wife, I won't listen to you. I won't abandon the cookies, and if you got a problem, then -”

“Can I have some?” you asked, breaking off Doflamingo's monologue.

He stopped. “Huh?” he asked, tilting his head, confused.

You couldn't help it anymore. You smiled, beaming at your husband while his thin, blond eyebrows furrowed in further confusion.

That was it. He looked so adorable when he was confused. You giggled.

“Cookies,” you said, smiling, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Can I have some?”

Doflamingo dropped the cookie in his shock. His pink eyes stared at you for a moment, completely surprised.

Then, a huge, big, excited smile engulfed his face, stretching from ear to ear.

Without replying, Doflamingo hopped down from the table, carrying the box of cookies, and approached your side of the bed. Within a second, he lifted you into his arm, cradling you to his chest. 

He chuckled at your squeal, the sound drumming against his bare chest.

With a twitch of fingers, he opened the doors of the balcony, and walked outside, into the night, carrying you and the cookie box. He sat himself down on the large hammock, placing you on his thigh.

The night in Dressrosa was fresh and warm, the entire country swathed in darkness, streets lit by the moonlight above. The stars glittered in the night sky. You stared up in awe at them until Doflamingo’s long digits cradled your jaw, demanding your attention. When you turned to him, he offered you a cookie. It looked incredibly small between his tanned, large fingers, like a blueberry.

The cookie was circular and thick, dusted with melted sugar. You ate it, chewing on it. It melted in your mouth.

You moaned happily. The cookie was delicious! The body was chewy and soft, like a muffin.

Doflamingo chuckled, the stars twinkling in his pink eyes. “They’re polvorones, a Dressrosan dessert.”

“Delicious,” you murmured, mouth watering, smiling.

Doflamingo hummed in agreement. He slid his large body down to lie down, lounging on the hammock, curling his long arm around you, pulling your head onto his shoulder, sliding your body onto his torso, where you laid atop his chest.

You took another polvorone from the bowl and offered it to him. Doflamingo outright grinned, a lewd smile on his face.

He laughed softly, the deep sound of it resounding across the balcony, across your very body.

He opened his mouth and ate the offered treat, moaning with each chew shamelessly, half-lidded eyes staring straight at you, his hands wrapped around your waist, thumbs caressing your hips.

You lost sensation in your palm.

“Delicious,” said Doflamingo after he swallowed, repeating your words back at you, the fierce gaze of his pink eyes melting your heart. “Melts right in my mouth.”

The long, tanned digits dragged up your spine. The king smirked, white teeth flashing. He tilted your chin up with his thumb, drawing your face up to his, making you look straight into his breathtaking eyes.

“Just like you,” he crooned with a smile of the half-crescent moon in the starry night sky.

Your beetroot face made your husband laugh again, the sound filling the night of Dressrosa.

In the morning, Monet, after not finding you or Doflamingo in the throne room, and after neither of you appeared at the breakfast table with the rest of the family, went looking for the two of you. Imagine her surprise when she found the royal bedroom to be empty. She was about to pull the alarm - Doflamingo must have swept you away to the sky again and you two were probably somewhere in the streets of Dressrosa or a restaurant, or worse, on another island - but then she went to check the balcony.

You and Doflamingo were sleeping in the hammock, Doflamingo’s long arm wrapped around your waist possessively, curled around you like a rope. His other arm covered your entire spine, his palm larger than your head cradling the back of your skull, his long fingers relaxed in your hair. You laid atop his torso, your head buried in his neck, the tips of your toes resting on his thighs. In your sleep, your hands were wrapped around his neck, your fingers buried in his short, soft blond hair. Both of you looked peaceful.

There were cookie crumbs on you both, an empty tray with remnants of polvorones on the table beside the hammock.

Monet let you and Doflamingo sleep, and called Diamante to let him know everything was all right.

You were safe, snuggled in the warmth of your husband, sleeping in the arms of your king.

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