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MeetMyGang

April25th, 2004

a/n: Please enjoy!!♡ // BajixTutor!Reader series // ct:fluff

lol lowkey inspired by this behind-the-scenes clip of the live action actors having a push-up contest!

before › now! › after

Just after the events of Rooting for You!

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“Bring her by next meeting,”

Mikey ordered.

Baji sweat under the intense seriousness Mikey was radiating.

“It’s really not what you think, M-“ Baji tried to disagree, but Mikey simply wasn’t taking no for an answer.

This was an order, not a request.

“I just wanna meet her!” Mikey pouted. “Anyone who can get You to stop on a rampage is worth meeting.” Draken agreed, smirking at Baji. “It’s not everyday we get to see Baji Keisuke shy,” Mitsuya shoved Baji playfully. “She’s got to be a saint of some kind to put up with your stubborn ass!”

Baji groaned, glaring at each and every one of the Toman founders, who were simultaneously grinning wickedly back at him.

“I said, no.”

He was determined.

Everyone went quiet, and soon all eyes landed to the ominous aura in the air: all eyes on Mikey.

Baji wasn’t budging.

“Fine,”

Mikey shrugged, outwardly appearing indifferent. “Not like I can force you.”

And that was it.

The meeting ended.

That was way too easy.

Baji didn’t have a good feeling, when the room started to file empty.

“Good luck,” Draken, the last person in the room, had sighed, before leaving Baji in a cold sweat.

— April27th, 2004

“Hmm~mh-mm~”

Whisper

“Who is that guy?”

“I’m not sure, be looks like he’s waiting on someone…”

“He kinda looks.. like a delinquent, doesn’t he?”

“Well he’s driving a bike, so…”

“Maybe he’s waiting on a girlfriend?~”

“Don’t joke like that! Who would even…”

Whisper

“Yyy/nn-chinnn~ y/n-chin~” Mikey whistled to himself, scanning the ocean of student heads while he wait leisurely on his CB250.

Baji was PISSED.

“What is that guys deal?!”

“Who?” You asked, behind him like a little duckling.

“No one!” Baji bit back full force, practically red, trying to hide Mikey from your window viewing pleasure.

Barely taken aback, if at all, you hummed casually before shrugging. “Guess I’ll go find out ~” you gathered the last of your materials before pulling your bag neatly over your shoulder and starting your way towards the door.

“Wait!” Baji tried stopping you, but just as he reached for your hand to try and halt you, you did a quick sprint to the door, avoiding his touch. You grinned wickedly, yet so sweetly, actually, wait, what was with that giggle? He was so caught up in how cute you looked giggling at his bewildered expression, that he lost sight of you completely.

“Shit, wait, y/n!! “ he yelled, trying to make quick work to catch up to you. His glasses slid, the frames blocking his vision only for a moment, enough to make him bump against the door way in his quick pursuit.

“Damnit, Chifuyu!” Baji yelled, and up popped Chifuyu’s blond helmet. “Yes sir!”

“Don’t let Mikey get ahold of Y/n!” He ordered, and just like a good subordinate, Chifuyu clicked his heels. “GOT IT!”

As Baji and Chifuyu both went different directions, Ryusei couldn’t contain his laughter. “What the hell is going on?”

Just outside the school entrance, you snuck to-and-fro between mingling students to make sure you went unseen.

You were just curious after all. Baji never wanted to introduce you to any of his friends, and while it wasn’t like you two were dating, but you were curious about Baji’s personal life.

About his super cool biker gang friends!

You peeked a spying eye out past the gate, scanning the area to spot the culprit of Baji’s stress. It didn’t take long, given the low rumbling of an engine.

Biking boots.

Loose black trousers.

A white belt.

An oversized white v neck, shoulders covered with another school’s jacket. Not the same Tokyo Manji uniform you’d seen just the other day.

And as your gaze wandered to meet the face of this lazily dressed delinquent, you made direct eye contact with Manjiro Sano.

Your heart stopped. What kind of presence was this, that you were feeling? It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of you. Your lungs deflated and suddenly you were lightheaded. Were you holding your breath? Why couldn’t you breathe? Why was he looking at you so intently? Like you were—

“Y/n!” Whispered Chifuyu, bringing you back to reality.

But just before he got his hands on you, so had Mikey.

“Y/n-chin!~ there you are, I was looking for you!” Mikey laughed happily, his bike’s kickstand having been shoved in the ground with haste.

“Too late, shit-“ Baji hissed, just making it in time to witness Mikey holding your hands in his with glee. “C’mon, before your boyfriend snatches you away,” Mikey grinned at you, then glancing at Baji, who seemed to hear every word.

“You low hanging bastard! Don’t you dare—“ Baji started, but it was too late before Mikey was pulling you past your restrains- over and onto his bike, sitting in front of him.

“WHAT THE HELL!” School be damned, Baji couldn’t hide the hot rage that came from Mikey’s overstepping. But even when he tried reaching the two of you, Mikey was already throttling the gas.

The last thing Baji saw of you was your mildly worried expression.

“Seee ya~” Mikey laughed, so so very clearly amused, before riding away full speed.

“Mikkkeeeeyyyyy…” Baji was boiling over, further and further as the day went on.

Couldn’t he just respect one thing? One? Baji said no, No, damnit!

“Baji, we should follow them,” Chifuyu spoke, as though there wasn’t all hope lost. “C’mon.”

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“‘The hells your problem, knock it off!” Baji yelled.

Everyone was just surrounding you— trying to get a look at Baji’s Girlfriend. Or, that was the rumor.

“Baji-San has a girlfriend?!”

“No way! She’s just his tutor!”

“But he brought her here! That’s strange!”

“It’s unlike Baji to bring someone…”

“Shh he’ll hear you!”

“I didn’t say anything wron—“

“QUIT WHISPERING I CAN HEAR YOU BASTARDS!”

Baji groaned. This was the worst.

Chifuyu had good intentions, bringing you around to get a better understanding of who Baji really was, the side of him you didn’t know anything about.

And now here you were in the heart of it, and you looked amazed.

“Is that a real tattoo?” You asked one of the guys, peeking when the thug drew back his sleeve to show it off. “No, fuck off.” Baji pushed past, taking you away from the crowd.

“H-hey! Baji,” you tried to argue, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Don’t care, we’re leaving.”

*reader begins using Baji instead of Kei/Keisuke while in front of his friends, to avoid being seen as disrespectful*

“Woah woah! Where’s the fire!” Smiled a nice looking boy with short hair and a cross earring. “You must be the famous Baji charmer,” he opened his hand to you, to which you shook politely. “Name’s Mitsuya, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance Mitsuya-san, I don’t much about charming, but I do my best to keep Baji on top of classes.” You giggled.

Mitsuya paused, starring at you for a while, charmed. Quickly, he looked back up to smirk at Baji. “Lucky bastard.” He almost soluted before giving your hand a final squeeze, and backed off.

But you were a popular guest star, it was only a matter of time before you were swept away again. Much to Baji’s dismay. In the crowd of delinquents, it was getting hard to keep track of where you were being taken.

“Chifuyu, I’m about to lose it.” Baji informed, ready to throttle the next guy who put his hands on you. Chifuyu gulped. “J-just, hang tight boss!” He groaned, dreading the turn of events.

“I-is THAT a real tattoo?” You gasped, the next time you were spotted was with Draken, who was crouching for your convenience and chuckling at your bright eyed excitement. “I-is it a dragon? How cool!” You threatened to trace the ink outline.

“Ken Ryuguji, nice to meet you,” Draken had introduced himself, now standing up to full height.

“Wow, even your name means dragon? That’s kind of bad ass, right?”

Draken laughed, like you’d just said a hilarious joke. “It is bad ass isn’t it!” He laughed even harder. “She’s great, you should’ve brought her around sooner, Baji!”

And while Baji was off fuming, you stood there happily content.

“Hey, yaknow, I’m like, way stronger than Baji, right?” Mikey grinned, leaning in for a fake flirty gesture. Stalking you like a shadow, Mikey’s been having you make your rounds, all within his own supervision.

Mikey did find you rather adorable, after all.

Mikey liked the way you handled yourself, composed and confident in a crowd of scary looking thugs. He liked the way you respected them and treated them in a friendly manner. But Mikey really liked the way you smiled, the lovesick doe eyed puppy that adored Baji. He knew you and Baji were in the process of becoming an item.

But you weren’t yet, so he thought it no harm to pseudo flirt before Baji could have a valid reason to tell him off.

“I saw the way you kick! I was really impressed,” you praised him with an admiration. “Considering Baji is the strongest person I know, I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.”

This seemed to light a fire in Mikey. “Oh no, take more than just my word. Baji! C’mere so I can kick your ass!” He joked loudly.

Baji was almost thrilled when he finally found you again. And what made it all the better was the way you jogged over to be by his side.

Your presence alone was enough to allow him catch his breath.

When he looked down at you to assess your comfort levels, what with being pawned around like a shiny new toy, he was released to see your carefree smile.

“I’m also way stronger than Baji, by the way.” Out spoke Pah, almost startling you.

“Oh really? Maybe we should test which one of us is the strongest!”

“Stupid~, I’m just gonna win! Don’t even bother,”

“Now that’s a challenge I think I’ll take you up on.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys!”

…

And that’s how you ended up refereeing Toman’s first official strength and endurance competition.

Between Mitsuya and Draken, you made sure both of them seemed prepared enough for your the starting signal.

“… Go!”

And in traditional arm wrestling fashion, the twin dragons fought with all their strength, gripping for dear life to not be the loser.

They had a good few seconds of beefing back and forth, but soon became obvious it was Draken’s game.

“No fair! No one can beat Kenchin at arm wrestling! This is rigged!” Mikey yelled from the sidelines, not eager to be the one to follow up.

Next in the lineup, they wanted to try push ups. All ready in position, in a line so everyone was visible.

It didn’t take them long to tire themselves out— only a few seemed like they never would stop.

“Just give it up Mikey, I ain’t losin’ to you!” Baji huffed out, still fighting Mikey’s childish need to win. “You’re just sayin’ that cause you’re getting tired~ I could keep this up for hours!” Manjiro quipped back with barely a huff of exertion at all.

All that remained was Mikey, Baji, Draken and Chifuyu. Though, just as they rounded off to the fifteen minute mark, Chifuyu practically lost consciousness. And Draken honestly started getting bored.

“This is fun ‘n all, but don’t you guys have better things to do?” Out emerged another girl, with long blond hair. A wide smile bloomed over your features when you saw her.

“W-wow, you’re like, really pretty… Oh! Um, s-sorry, hi, I’m–“ you tried to introduce yourself, but Emma already knew. “Y/n, yeah, heard lots about you just from passing through.” She held out her hand to you, smiling in unison.

You shook her hand happily, “So, is it true?~ Are you and Baji shacking up?~” she whispered with a grin. Your face heated up dramatically at her question and shook your head. “No! No, n-not like that! We just go to school together!” You defended.

“Hmm~ if you say so.” She let off. “I’m Emma, by the way. Mikey’s my brother, if you couldn’t tell.”

You blinked a few times, turning the idea in your head. “Oh, that makes sense! You guys do look alike!” You nodded, and looked over at Baji and Mikey still squabbling on how to settle the score.

“Oi! Come on! We ain’t got all night!” Draken called to them, now that he finally had his fill of the excitement. “Just settle it with a good ol’ fashion fist fight and be done with it!”

Both Mikey and Baji huffed out some kind of reply, to their feet. “I’m so going to kick your ass.” Baji glared at Mikey. “Oho~ I’d like to see you try.” Mikey grinned back.

“Are they always this competitive?” You leaned closer to Emma in inquiry. “Yes, literally all the time.” She replied quickly, a unanimous nod waving over all else who heard the question.

That made you smile.

Overlooking the petty little dispute, you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Before, you’d only ever seen Baji with a mild temper, holding his tongue and being the voice of reason in some cases. His thick rimmed glasses hid half his face, and you’d have never guessed his hair was actually as long as it was with the way he tied it back.

You began to fall for him ever since you saw the way he took such good care of the injured kitten, barely a month ago. You began noticing the cracks in the character he played up, and found it cute. The way he would stifle curse words, diverting his ever growing tempter.

Until eventually he began also showing interest in you as well. Meeting you anytime you asked for his presence, gradually asking you more about yourself, and reassuring you about things you couldn’t control.

This, too, was Baji Keisuke. Hot tempered, brash, snarky, confident, handsome… you knew you liked Baji before you knew how he really got along. He was a gentle person underneath it all. He loved animals, just as they loved him back.

Would you have feared him, if you saw this side of him before meeting him in school? Surely not, you’d been surrounded by delinquents for the last hour, and felt no discomfort whatsoever. That had to mean something, right?

“You got this, Baji-san!!” Chifuyu yelled out, snapping you out of you day dream. Everyone was cheering all around you as the fight was in full swing. Push after hard punch, they were fighting for blood. It took you off guard at first, the blood, but this was normal for them.

A swift kick to the side of the head, a block to counter, Baji looped his arm around Mikey’s foot to falter his landing. Before he could meet the ground, Mikey used his palms to push off, and send his uninterrupted foot under Baji’s chin to clock him in an undercut fashion. That definitely had to hurt.

Yet they fought on. In amazement, you starred. With everyone else cheering, the hype of battle began building inside you, until you felt ready to burst. “I believe in you, Kei!” You yelled out. In front row, he definitely heard you. It felt embarrassing having a girl root for you so explicitly, but damn did it work to fuel the fight in him.

Baji grinned wide, regaining his composure. His next punch really hurt, you could tell. Mikey’s expression was a dead give away of that. “Damn, you really pack a punch whenever your girl’s involved,” he teased. “Maybe we should bring her around more often.”

“Try it,” Baji bit back, taking the initiative. The two have sparred so much in their life, they could read each other’s moves easily. And Baji knew Mikey was losing on purpose.

Sure, losing to Baji left a bad taste in his mouth, losing in front of you tasted even more bitter. But at the end of the day, Mikey knew Baji really cared about you. He would have chances in the future to sweep you off your feet and let you reconsider who you liked best. But for now, he wouldn’t dare ruin the glow of excitement that lit up that cute face of yours.

“Winner! Baaajiii!” Draken’s voice rang with a roaring hoot. All of Toman hooted back in response, all in good fun. Mikey could afford losing petty fights in front of his subordinates every now and again. He was still The Invincible Mikey, and he’d be sure to whip anyone who actually questioned that standing.

You jumped in excitement at the declaration, clapping for your classmate. “Way to go Kei!!” You called out happily.

Baji knew he won by default, but he didn’t really care to rebuttal the outcome. Not when you looked so happy. He grinned at you and rolled his eyes. “Had it in the bag,”

“Mmhm~ good fight.” Mikey chuckled past the two of you. “Meeting adjourned!”

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“See you ‘round!” Called out another Toman member, zooming past on their bike. You waved back politely, standing back while Baji worked on getting his bike ready to go. “Y/n~!” Emma caught your attention, hugging you warmly. “Nice to meet you, make it home safe, kay?” She smiled.

You smiled back. “I’ll be sure to do that! Make it home safe!” You waved her off when she hopped onto the back of Mikey’s bike. “Don’t be a stranger~” Mikey called back with a wide grin and a wave.

Baji rolled his eyes, and roared his engine. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back home.”

You paused, worried. “Don’t you usually drive home with Matsuno?” You asked. Chifuyu grinned and patted your back. “Sounds weird having you call me that, just call me Chifuyu, alright?”

“And second, don’t sweat it! I can walk home just fine.”

You gave a weary look. “Well, if you’re sure..” you said uneasily. “Hop on,” Baji encouraged, leaning the bike to one side so you could get on easier.

A few attempts later, you only managed to get yourself situated onto the back of the bike by using Baji’s shoulder for leverage.

Holy shit, Baji only just realized. You were so close. Way too close. Chest pressed flush to his back, you shakily gripped the sides of his uniform. He could feel you breath against the back of his neck.

Your legs felt weird being so close to the hot metal of the exhaust pipe, but Baji assured you it was probably safe.

(*please wear a layer of fabric to separate your skin from touching exhaust pipes/bike motors! It can in fact burn you if you are not careful!)

“Don’t worry so much, you’re fine. You rode on Mikey’s bike just a while ago, right?” He tried reassuring you when he started for takeoff.

“Y-yeah but I was sitting in front that time!”

“You want to sit in front now?” He joked.

“Can I?”

“No, that’s dangerous as hell.”

You laughed. “Then why’d you ask?”

“It was radical.” He rolled his eyes. “Rhetorical!” You yelled back.

“Whatever.”

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usernameforaboredcat · 1 year

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Favorite Pretty Boys (Ace X F!Reader X Yamato)

Poly!Ace & Poly!Yamato In Modern!AU <3

Warnings: People stunking, incel behaviour, slight homophobia and transphobia, don't worry wholesome ending

Just a simple, cute, wholesome day out with your two sweet loving boyfriends.

"Damn it!". Soft noise of music plays in the room with scurrying, a young woman running around her room looking for something cute to wear. She's already done her hair and makeup, just needing an outfit. A loud honk makes her jump, running over the window to see Aces truck. The back window opens, Yamato climbing out with his fists in the air. "(Y/N)! WE'RE HERE!". He calls. "Ah shit". She mutters. She runs to her closet, grabbing a random dress with matching shoes and quickly slipping them on. Grabbing her purse with her phone, keys and wallet in it, rushing out her house.

She locks the door behind herself, walking to the car. "(YYY/NNN)!". Yamato cheers happily. Ace turns to look out the window with his arm hanging out. He wolf whistles when he sees (Y/n), smirking. "Hey there hot stuff! You single?". He asks in a joking manner. "Sorry handsome, I have a boyfriend! Two actually". She jokes back, walking over to the other side and climbing into the car. "Hey (Y/n)! Look how pretty you look today!". Yamato compliments, leaning from the back seat into the front and hugging her. "Aw, thank you Yamato! You two don't look too bad yourselves". She tells the two, pecking the very tall males cheek.

(Y/n) then looks to Ace. "So, where're we going today?". She asks him. "Yeah! You haven't told me either!". Yamato adds. "Well I thought we'd go to the mall, go to the arcade, and for lunch we go to this new restaurant that opened up and I just so happen to know someone who works there". Ace explains with a cocky smirk on his face. "Really!?". Yamato asks him. "Yep". He simply answers. "That's so sweet!". "Thank you Ace!". He gets jumped by his boyfriend and girlfriend, getting smothered with kisses. "Okay okay! I love you two too, but we should head off". He tells the two. "Okay!". (Y/n) and Yamato agree, sitting properly in their respective seats.

All the three can hear is the bustling noise of the mall, filled with the sounds of people talking, stores playing music, and shoes hitting the ground. The three walk hand in hand, Ace being sandwiched in the middle of his short girlfriend and his tall boyfriend. As the three walk, Yamato couldn't help but notice the whispers coming from people looking at them. His glare causes a few people to shut up, only a few. He looked over to look at Ace and (Y/n), seeing the two talking happily to each other as (Y/n) has her arms wrapped around and body pressed against his body. He decided to just ignore the on lookers and to just enjoy his time with the two shorties he loves.

"Come on come on!". Ace grumbles, moving the leaver and pressing the button. The claw goes down, grabbing a plush of a capybara and raises it up. Before the three can cheer, the claw drops the toy. "Aw man! Fuck off!". Ace snaps, kicking the machine. "Hey its fine, really". (Y/n) reassures him, stroking his arm. "Here! Let me try". Yamato slots in a coin, giving the machine a go. The two boyfriends felt the undying need to get the toy for their girlfriend, especially since she gushed over it as soon as she laid eyes on them. "Pfft, like you'll get it. Those stupid things are rigged as he-". "Yeah baby!". Yamato cheers, causing Ace to shut up.

He looks to see (Y/n) bend over and pull the capybara plush out the machine, holding it up like a monkey holding up a baby lion with the biggest grin and stars in her eyes. "Thank you Yamato! It's so cute! You're the best boyfriend!". She says happily, standing on her tippy toes and pecking him on the cheek. Yamato puffs his chest out and flexes his arms up. "Best boyfriend!". Yamato cheers happily. Ace chuckles as he looks at the two, loving how cute they look right now. His smile drops when he sees two guys pointing and laughing at the two, not even trying to hide their bullying.

He's a guy, he knows the types of guys who'd be way too open about their thoughts and opinions in public. Especially with Yamato identifying as male but from afar it looks like a lesbian relationship. He expected as much when getting into a relationship with the two. He just stares at the guys, the two limp noodles shutting up and walking away. He also expected that, if they where the type of guys he thought with being an incel or homophobic/transphobic than they'd just skedaddle away when getting eye scolded by a tall hot buff dude. He just turns to look back at his girlfriend and boyfriend, mustering up a smile.

As the day starts to end, the three walk into a new restaurant. Ace smiles as he walks faster into the room, a blonde walking up to him with a smile and the two happily shake hands. "Sanji! How you doing my man!?". He greets the blonde happily. "I'm good I'm good! And uh, who are those two beauties with you?". Sanji asks with a smirk, looking at the "two women" who are holding hands and chatting. "Them? The cute shortie is my girlfriend (Y/n), tall and hot is my boyfriend Yamato". Ace answers. Sanji makes an 'o' face, nodding. "Lucky man lucky man". He chuckles. "Your table is table 7, take a seat and you'll be served shortly". Sanji then tells him, remembering that he's at work and he can't just stand around and chat with his friend. Well friends friend but what ever.

"Babe! Sweetheart! Come on, I got us a table". Ace tells the two, turning to look at them. They two smile happily at each other, them walking over to join the other boyfriend. The three walk over to the table that the waiter assigned them, taking a seat at the circled table. (Y/n) notices a slight uneased feeling from the other two, she speaks up. "Are you two okay? Did something happen before you two picked me up?". She asked. Yamato and Ace turn to each other, seeing each others matching concerned face. "You noticed too?". Ace asks him. "Hmh, yeah". Yamato confirms. "Notice what? Oh God am I pregnant!? Is Yamato pregnant!? IS ACE PREGNANT!?". She asks in shock. "I'm not pregnant you idiot! No one is pregnant!". Ace snaps at her. "It's just...we both seem to noticed whispers and looks from people because of...well...". "Us". Yamato finishes.

(Y/n) frowns a brow at their words. "Whispers and looks?". She asks. "People pointing and saying stuff about us". Yamato answers. "Dickheads saying stuff about you two". Ace adds his own answer. (Y/n) lets out a chuckle, raising her eyebrow. "And?". She asks. "Who cares?". She asks. "Y-You don't care?". Yamato asks. "You're the most emotional person out of the three of us and you don't care?". Ace asks. "So what if I am? Yes I'm an emotional person but my emotions care more about you two, and being happy with you two". (Y/n) explains. "You two are my pretty boys, as long as we're all happy than who cares? Who cares if we get judged, we're adults and can make our own choices about our love life and sex life. I love you both, and that's all I care about". She adds. The two boyfriends look at each other, than laugh happily to each other. "What did we expect?". Ace asks him. "Yeah, we should have expected something like that from her". Yamato adds.

(Y/n) pouts, crossing her arms. "Well sorry for being honest with my feelings and thinking that it would help you two feel less upset about getting judged". She groans, rolling her eyes. "Hey hey hey, we love you two (Y/n) and we appreciate you doing that". Ace explains. "Just thought ya might cry". Yamato adds. "What? Oh shut up no I wouldn't". (Y/n) snaps. "Munchkins, you cried the other day because of a video of pufferfish". Yamato reminds her. "They looked so stupid and goofy I love them!". (Y/n) snaps back, a little whimper in her voice from remembering the video. "Whatever, we're out right now. Let's just enjoy our date and have a good time". She tells them. "Yeah you're right, especially since Sanjis cooking is by far fantastic". Ace tells them two. "I sure hope so! I'm staaaaaarving!". Yamato whines. "I'm actually quite thirsty, I think we should order now". (Y/n) suggests, the two nodding.

What a fun day with the boyfriends.

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awlayt · 1 year

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Summary: law goes to a party for once after Begin dragged there by his friend Luffy,luffy want to introduce law to his new friend, of course Luffy never mentioned that his friend was..very hot

Relationship: Trafalgar law x afab!reader

AU: modern AU

Tags: finger fucking,cunnling,squirting,slight Praise , slight hand kink, flustered law at the start , Confident! Reader, reader wearing a short skirt and stocking,Afab!reader,not proof read so sorry if there's mistakes

Trafalgar law was never the kind to enjoy social gatherings, not because he is anti social but because he prefer peace and quiet,which parties that he is usually invited to ,yet here he is , standing in a noisy party because You can't really say no to Luffy when he put his mind into something,and Luffy promised to introduce him to his new friend in this party hosted by Eustass kid

He said his friend were pretty cool , Thier name was (y/n) , but truly knowing Luffy , it's either a weirdo he met on the street ,or a crackhead,whoever they are,Luffy talked about them so much that law agreed just to make him stop about them

The party is so noisy and law only know people by name or face here,Luffy left him to go devour the food at the party and to find that friend he was t to introduce law to,law assume that Luffy forget about him long ago, as law was so awkwardly standing on a corner ,his golden eyes scanning the room, judging people drunken state or Thier loudness that can be heard even with the booming voice of the speakers

His eyes falls to look down at his drink,he isn't sure why even agreed to come here , it's boring and he haven't had an intelligent talk with anyone ,and he is thinking about leaving,he raise his gaze up ,hoping to find Luffy so he can tell him he is leaving so soon,but suddenly,his eyes lock on a rather..pretty sight

There near him ,You, standing there with a drink in your hand ,you are wearing a short black skirt with some high stocking that cover your thighs where the skirt fails to cover,his gaze is glued to your thigh for a solid 15 seconds, his brain burning that view into his memory,then he have the decency to look up but not before his body scan your whole body,the curves,the pretty baby blue crop top...your pretty chest,then finely your face and hair,and if he thought your thighs were pretty,your face is completely perfect to him

He study your face,you are looking at your phone ,your pretty red painted plump lips in a little pout as he see you texting someone, perhaps you too were left by a friend that dragged you here hopefully,law breathes out ,he hopes you don't have a partner,and if you do ,he hopes they Don't mind him stealing you away because he isn't sure he can not have you, he isn't sure if this love in first sight or the fact you look so pretty he want to see how pretty you can get with his hand betwee-and you are looking at him and is smiling his way and Law feel his blood freeze in place, did you just smile at him? Did you notice him gawking at you? He see you also walking toward him and he feel absolutely dizzy,Oh fuck-

"Tarffy! You didn't leave yet-good! I was looking for you,I want to introduce you to (y/n), she is very nice ,she is coming toward us-HEY (y/n)yyy!!" Luffy voice beside him snap him out of his momentary panic,he watches you stand Infront of him with a shy smile ,Luffy grabbing your hand and law's hand and making you shake hands " (y/n)! This is Traffy ,he my friend that I told you about! Traffy this is (y/n) ,she is nami's friend ,She make good Dessert for real" Luffy finish introducing you to each others , law blinks as he slightly blushes,you look prettier up close..

" hi Traffy ,nice to meet you,heard so much things about you,it's nice to finely meet you" you tell him with a voice that's so sweet that law lip twitch into a smile "eh pleasure is all mine ,And law, my name is law-nice meeting you (y/n)-ya,Luffy... talked a lot about you" law mumbles softly,Luffy just grin as he let go of both of you hands,yet noun of you let the other hand go,yet

"Oh-Is that killer with pizza boxes?-hey killer ! I gotta go-talk to each others or something" Luffy dismiss you both so fast , running behind poor killer who's almost sprinting away from Luffy grabby hands, You let go of law hand first and law is slight disappointed,your hand..was soft for the touch, so warm as well

"so...law huh?are you Enjoying the party?" You asks him sounding bit shy, perhaps because law present is bit intimidating,law shrugs " not really, it's...noisy ,and beside Luffy brought me to meet you ,wish the setting was more peaceful for us to actually talk" law grumble a bit and you chuckles softly

your hand grab his hand "same here- come with me,I know a quite place we can go to"you tell him as you drag him with you to what seem the garage,or a workshop,you close the door behind you two, letting law hand go and walk to the car parked there, sitting on the hood,your skirt slightly lifted up as you sat there, looking at law with that pretty face ,he let a soft sigh as he walks toward you,not sure what he is even going to talk about with you,when all what he want to do with you is bury his face between your legs

"So....You got a partner?" You break that silence with a question,your eyes scan him so shamelessly,law feel bit hot and underdressed as you ask that question..are you asking because he look so messy? Or because you are interested?,unlike you ,he is wearing a yellow shirt that he didn't even bother buttoning up to the top with his chest tattoo slight on display,and some denim jeans,his hair is bit messy,he clear his throat as he shake his head

"no ,not really,single at the moment by choice" he answers,Then He hesitantly ask the next question "what about you?" He asks and you shrugs "same as you" you tell him as you let your legs kick slightly as you shake your head as to say no you don't have one ,law feel relief,he can probably ask you out-

"Good same,So want to make out or something?" You asks him so bluntly,law face grow slightly red,he looks at you with wide eyes and flustered Expression,and before he can speak ,you continue " I've noticed you looking at me before Luffy introduced me to you really do don't go shy now" you tell him with a little smirk and law gulp,yeah he can blame himself and only himself for staring at you like that

" so what about it ? I like staring at pretty things" He says so boldly, causing to let a little playful gasp "ah? Is that so? I can relate,you have a pretty face ,bet it will look better between my legs" you tells him with a playful tone yet again and law is bit flustered at how smooth that was,but he isn't gonna let you fluster him more

"can't say I can agree,I think we gotta test that out just make sure" he tells as you as he moves closer ,till he is standing between the Space between your legs, his hand traces over your stocking so gently ,you chuckles mischievously "ah..guess we gotta try that out don't we?"

And that's how law found himself between your legs as you rest on the hood of that car,he assumes it's Eustass kid's car,his breath is so hot against your cunt ,his tattooed hand had removed your panties and lifted up your skirt so he can get a better view of your pretty pussy,he is perhaps bit lost in his own mind before you tug on his hair ,causing him to groan "com'on it's not going to eat itself" you tease,your cheeks flushed and your voice is bit too needy,law chuckles softly and roll his eyes

" pretty needy already and I haven't Started" he mutter against your cunt before he let his tongue trace over your lips, getting himself comfortable before he start eating you out bit too feverishly, your pretty thigh rest on his shoulders as he thrust his tongue in, trying to get more taste of you ,you taste like what he assumes heaven would taste like

you tug on his hair as he seem to get lost in his thought again and he grumble against your pussy,he moves his mouth to start sucking on your clit bit too harshly,causing you to moan loudly,he pulls away just to look at up at you with a smug face

" tug one more time and I'm stopping,let a man enjoy his meal" he says sternly as he goes back to eating you out,you curse him lowly as you keep your hands to yourself, allowing him to eat you out in his own pace,which was slow and too tender,like he is savoring the moment,which he was, he moves one hand to your cunt and tease your folds before thrusting two fingers inside and he continues sucking on clit while his tattooed fingers thrust inside of you so feverishly which causes you to moan loudly,thighs squashing his head completely making law moan against your cunt in pleasure,he sure enjoy the way your thighs feels around his head,he could dies here happily

Soon enough he feel you tighten around his fingers and he keep thrusting in your welcoming walls,his hand is covered with your arousal he is pretty sure you've stained his shirt as well from how much you are dripping and he loves it, he suddenly feel you cream all over his fingers as you let a whimper and moans of pleasure "law..! Oh fuck yeah" you moan as you still feel his fingers thrusting inside of you,he seem to not want to stop yet,he pulls his mouth away from your clit with a pop

"(y/n)ya,you sound so pretty saying my name ,how about you say it again" he says as he looks at you,his chin is dripping with your arousal,his goatee absolutely covered ,and he staring up at you with a hungry gaze as his finger continue thrusting faster,he moves to give a kiss without thinking,his fingers still knuckles deep inside of you,you moan into the kiss as you taste yourself on his lips,and can't help but pull him closer

"Law...ah such a tease now,I liked you better when you were so Flustered" you mumble against his mouth as you kiss him again,and kisses you deeply,his finger hit a certain spot that got you seeing stars,you slightly roll your eyes and grab his arm tightly,he slightly smirk "ah.. guess eating your pretty pussy got me a bit of your confidence huh?" He tease as he scissors his fingers and let a satisfied groan at the feeling of you dripping even more,he then let his thumb rub against your clit as his two fingers continue thrusting into your cunt,hoping to get you to climax again for him

you rest your head against his shoulder as he continues fuckin you with his fingers,till you're clenching around his fingers and feel yourself squirting around his fingers for the first time in your life really ,yet it felt so satisfying you didn't pay it any mind as you moaned in pleasure and threw your head back

"Well..that was hot I'm not gonna lie to you " he whispers to you as he kiss your earlobe "you can squirt often?" He asks curiously as his thumb is still playing with your now over sensitive clit " ah-no..not really my first time...eh just-eh you are so good with your hand law" you tells him with a breathless tone and law smirk to himself "then I am so Lucky huh..think you can do it again for me?" He asks as he rub his thumb bit faster against your clit causing you to moan loudly

"fuck-law.. I'm sensitive just-give me a moment" you plead so sweetly,causing law to only slow his little teasing of your sensitive bud,his two fingers still thrusting lazily in your dripping cunt

"Alright...alright,sorry ,can't blame me for getting excited over that,that was an ego booster for me" he chuckles as he watches your face express just pure pleasure,your mouth slight open in a 'O' as you let little gasps and moans everytime his fingers hit that sensitive spot "ah...you are so pretty like this,I think I might be become addicted to this face of yours" He says ,not waiting for you to Reply as he kisses you bit passionately,his tongue slip into your mouth as deepen the kiss, perhaps to distract you as his fingers pick up the pace once again,his thumb rubbing a bit faster over your clit as well

you moans into the kiss as you hit another orgasm,bit too oversensitive and you are basically trying to pull yourself away from him as he keep thrusting his fingers ,he pull from the kiss and continue to kisses your neck in a comforting way,his fingers are back to lazily fucking you as he watches your expression with that lustful gaze of his

"you are so pretty (y/n)ya..." He says as he looks at you, slightly sitting on the hood of the car,your cunt dripping all over the hood as he pulls his fingers out,he kicks his gingers clean and enjoy the taste as he keep eye contact with you,you blush deeply when he lick his fingers, looking at him with bit of hunger as you wish you were cleaning his fingers yourself, your face look so blissful and law now realized that he came in his boxer when is no longer focusing about how good you looked and felt around his fingers ,he realize that he is Still hard as well and he doesn't have any condom with him at the moment,and most importantly,he want you to moan his name whole he is balls deep inside of you

"Tell me... Would you like for us to continue this at my place?" Law asks smoothly as he put your panties in his back pocket and fixes your skirt down as he helps you sits up on the hood of the car ,you nods bit lost in that pleasure haze "sure...but you gotta help me walk..my legs feel like Jell-O" you says with a pleased tone,law high five himself mentally as he helps you stand up , putting an arm around your waist to support you" that's the least I can do really "he says with a little grin as he walks with you out the garage,you walking with wobbly legs and him walking with his chin covered with your arousal and face looking so smug and proud of himself as he leaves the party with you,waving goodbye to Luffy who just finished eating all the pizza

Luffy was pleased to see you and law getting along and leaving together...at least he hopes you both had a good time at the party

At the end ,law was happy that he agreed to meet Luffy friend, because by the end of the night law had found out he perhaps enjoyed your fucked-dumb face too much...he might make this into a regular thing.

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Even Though

Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Genre: friends/FWB(?)-to-lovers, smut

Summary: Hoseok comes running every time you call, even though he knows you don't want the same things. Unless, of course... you do?

Word count: 7.4k

Content: alcohol consumption/drunkenness, oral sex (m. and f. receiving inc. deepthroat and face-sitting), unprotected sex

A/N: It's almost Hobi's birthday, so have a repost because I won't be writing a new fic for it lmaooooo! This one has had a bit of an edit and I think is much improved for it tbh; I was always quite fond of this one (esp for having written it in one sitting between midnight at 2:30am lmao) but I've added a few bits and changed the ending so it feels a little more ~realistic I guess. I've also (I hope) knocked out the bajillion typos that I had left in it before whoops! anyway, enjoy!

* * *

You turned, huddled into a corner of the club, carefully cradling your phone against your cheek as if that would, in any way, block out the noise. The voice at the other end was quiet, groggy.

“Hello?”

“Hoseok?!” you shouted into your phone. “Hoseokieeee! Can you hear me?”

“y/n? Are you ok?”

“No! I miss you! I miss you so much! I wish you were here; no one else is any fun. Can you come out, please? Come out and playyyyy.”

You swayed on your feet and had to brace yourself against the wall with one hand, staring pointedly at a chip in the paint, studiously focusing on it, trying to get it to stop swimming in front of you, doubling and twisting before your eyes.

“y/n, I was sleeping-”

“No! No sleeping! Come and play with me, Hoseok; I want to play.”

“How drunk are you?”

“Hardly,” you said with a snort, almost tripping over your own feet. “I’m basically fine, actually. I don’t even really feel drunk anymore.”

“Are you with people? Who are you out with?”

“I’m at work!”

“No, who are you out with?”

“Work! I’m at work with club at the people.”

“You’re at a club with people from work.”

“That’s what I said. But I don’t care about them... I just want you. I miss you. I want you. Please come out. Please, pretty please a thousand times.”

“Is someone looking after you?”

“Noooo. No one looks after me like you do. You’re the only one. You’re my favourite. Of all everyone, you’re my best one.”

You didn’t hear him sigh, didn’t see him rub his face with his free hand, staring up at the ceiling, facing off with the inevitable. He would come and get you. Of course, he would. That’s what he did. He’d come and get you and take you home and tuck you up in bed and leave water and painkillers on your bedside table and you’d tell him how much you love him and how much you miss him and you’d list everything you like about him and then you’d pass out and wake up in the morning and say you couldn’t remember what you said the night before. The texts would be right there in your phone but no one would mention them. Hoseok didn’t know if your amnesia was real or feigned but it didn’t really matter either way.

He knew this is what would happen, and he knew that it would slice through his heart like a knife, but he agreed to come and pick you up anyway. Like always.

* * *

“Hoseok-y! Ho-socky and mittens! My yang-mal and jang-gab-yyy. You came!”

You stumbled over to his car and made grabby motions at him through the open window. He got out and walked to the passenger side, opening the door for you and helping you in. You grabbed at his jumper and pulled his face close to yours. You sprinkled kisses all over his face as he tried to extricate himself from your clutches and return to the driver’s side.

“-ease please please please please,” you were saying as he sat down, shut the door, and buckled his seatbelt.

“Hm? What do you want?”

“I want to kiss you, please!”

You took his hand in yours and kissed the back of it with a loud, noisy smack.

“Not while I’m driving.”

“Plleeeeaaassse,” you insisted, leaning in as close to him as you can. “If I ask really, really nicely?”

“Not while I’m driving, ok? It’s dangerous.”

You groaned, frustrated, and threw your hands in the air. The world whipping by so quickly outside made you feel dizzy and then, suddenly, tired. The kind of drunken tiredness that was like an unexpectedly strong wave that knocks you into the sea, pulls you under. If you didn’t lie down now, immediately, you thought you would pass out. So you fumbled down the side of the seat for the lever to adjust the angle and flew back with an anguished wail when it tipped all the way backwards.

“Are you ok?” Hoseok asked, eyes flicking briefly in your direction before returning to the road.

You were kicking your feet in the air, pressing your shoes against the roof of the car.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he said softly, tapping your leg gently, encouraging them down.

Hoseok was just glad you weren’t trying to kiss him anymore.

* * *

“Daisy, daisy, give me your answer, dooo,” you sang, with little consideration for your neighbours, as Hoseok half-carried you to your front door. “I’m half-crazy all for the love of you!”

He carefully propped you up as he unlocked your door and helped you inside. As he shut the door, you took his face in your hands and continued.

“It won’t be a styyyyylish marriage! I can’t afford a carriage-”

A squeak interrupted your song as he lifted you, carrying you to your bed.

“But you’d look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle made for two!

“Have we ever gone bicycling, Seoky? Can I ride a bike? I think so... I don’t own one, though, but we can rent them, right?”

You blathered on as he took off your socks and pulled the clips out of your hair and hung up your jacket.

“Come here, please!” you called for him as he brought you a stack of reusable cotton pads and your make-up remover. You took both from him and chucked them on the bed, then pulled him down next to you.

“I love you,” you cooed, rubbing your nose against his. “I love you I love you I love you.”

You flopped back, head against the pillow, and dragged him with you.

“I think you are the most best, probab- Stop it! Stop it!” You swatted at his hands as he tried to wipe your make-up off for you. “I don’t want you to do that. I want you to kiss me, please.”

He turned his head as you reached for him and you kissed his cheek and his temple and his brow bone.

“Hoseok-y, why don’t you want to kiss me?” You were whiny and pouting and your big, shining eyes were boring into him.

“You’re drunk, love.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are.”

“But I still want to kiss you!”

He gently, but firmly, took your hands from his face and held them by your side.

“If you want to kiss me that badly, you can wait eight hours and kiss m-”

“Eight hours?! No, I can’t wait eight hours! I can’t wait even eight whole seconds!”

He wished more than anything that you weren’t drunk. He wished that you would be sober, sober and still this keen, still this loving. He knew wishes didn’t come true.

You sighed, growling at the end, frustrated and pouting and pretending to be angry. But you did, at least, stop trying to kiss him.

“I just love you, that’s all,” you said, as he lay down next to you.

You turned on your side and pressed your finger against his bottom lip, flipping it up and down.

“My name’s Hoseok,” you said, as if he were your ventriloquist dummy. “And I’m so pretty and I’m so smart and I’m so kind and I’m the best person in the world but I won’t let my girlfriend kiss m-”

Girlfriend. There was that word again. You wouldn’t dare utter it sober, and nor would he. He distinctly remembered the time he tried to get you to agree to a ‘date’ and how badly that went, so he wouldn’t dream of even thinking that word in your presence. But this wasn’t the first time you’d drunkenly referred to yourself as his girlfriend. Which was what made this all the more difficult for him. Somewhere, in whatever walled-off section of your mind (and heart), you were his; you were his girlfriend and you loved him and you were willing to let him love you. And the key to this little cage was, apparently, copious amounts of alcohol. So, you went out and you drank too much and you called him up and he came running because he loved that you need him, loved that he was the one you called even in the middle of the night. And you called yourself his girlfriend and he pretended for five minutes that it might really happen.

“Just go to sleep, ok?” he said softly, tucking your hair behind your ear, pulling the covers up over you.

“Not if you’re going to leave me.”

“No, I’ll stay. I’ll stay here.”

“Good.”

You waited for him to lie down and then flung your limbs over him, holding him close to you, fisting his T-shirt. He kissed the top of your head and waited for you to pass out.

* * *

You woke, in the morning (later that same morning), thick-headed and dry-mouthed. You chugged the glass of water Hoseok left on your bedside table, finishing it before you could reach for the painkillers, which you opted to dry-swallow and then immediately regretted doing. You unlocked your phone and grimaced as you noticed the time: it was 7am, which meant you’d been asleep for all of three hours. You felt ghastly but, somehow, also wide awake. You scrolled through your phone, looking through your fingers at the messages you sent last night. There were so many.

You: Hoseeereeokkkkjjyyyy.

You: are ayou sleep?

You: I msiss you so mchu. I wish you wer hreeeeee.

You: if u coome, I wlll love youf roever.

You felt movement from the other side of the bed and rolled over, away from the embarrassment of your phone, to see Hoseok standing up. You watched him as he put his phone in his pocket, ran a hand through his hair once, twice, then turned around.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

“Catching you in the disappearing act this time.”

You sounded annoyed, but you weren’t really sure why. Just hungover. Probably.

He smiled and you wondered why he looked so shy. He was usually gone before you woke up, at least these days. Maybe he actually was embarrassed to be caught running out on you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“Like I drank an entire bar and then had three hours’ sleep.”

“You should sleep it off; it’s still early.”

You didn’t know what compelled you to ask, didn’t know why now was the time, but you didn’t have the capacity to filter your thoughts from your mouth.

“What’s the point of you staying if you always run off so early?”

He blinked, taken aback. He replied slowly, hesitantly, almost reluctantly.

“You don’t like it when I overstay my welcome.”

It was such a specific turn of phrase, you could hear a bell ringing distantly in your brain, as if you’d had this conversation before – though, if you had, you didn’t remember having it.

“You don’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, though, just to get away from me. You can sleep in; you were also up at 4am so I’m hardly going to kick you out at 7.”

You thought he looked as if he was biting something back; his face was heavy with all the things he wasn't saying and you felt frustration settling on you, slowly taking the reins.

“I don’t know why you bother, to be honest,” you told him, your lack of sleep and excess of booze making you sound meaner than you really intended. “Why get up, pick me up, take care of me and then just disappear? What’s in it for you if you don’t even stay for breakfast?”

“Well, it’s the only time you’re ever really nice to me, so...”

It hit you like a slap in the face.

“What?”

“What?” he threw back.

“What do you mean it’s the only time I’m ever nice to you?”

“You and I both know what I mean. Take a look at your phone if you’re confused.”

He turned and, after a second’s pause, started to walk out of the room.

“Hey!” you called after him. “You can’t just say that and leave! Come back here!”

He looked at you from the door and you almost didn’t recognise him; you realised you’d never seen him angry.

“What do you want me to say? We both know what this is. This...”

He floundered, looking for a word, betraying the fact that, actually, neither of you knew what this was, what had become of you.

“I want more than you will ever want; that’s a fact. I want what you can’t or won’t give me. I made my peace with that. But then you call me in the middle of the night and you tell me that you want me and need me and that you miss me and you love me and I come running every time because I know you will never say that to me sober, will never look at me in the cold light of day in the same way you look at me in the small hours of the morning. Maybe I shouldn’t. In fact, I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. That’s what I mean.”

Without another word – not that you could’ve managed one anyway – he turned on his heel and you heard the front door slam shut.

He wasn’t wrong. You knew. You didn’t want to know but you knew. It had always been complicated between the two of you.

* * *

A mutual friend introduced you because he thought you would like each other and he wasn’t wrong. But you hadn’t expected him to be so right; you were entirely unprepared for Hoseok. Entirely unprepared for the most perfect man to just waltz into your life and lay himself at your feet. You weren’t ready for that. You thought you would meet a guy who was basically fine (hopefully a little better than fine); a guy who would be fun for a few dates, good for a casual sort of arrangement, nothing serious. You thought you could see this guy and continue to sow your wild oats elsewhere. But Hoseok was different.

You hit it off immediately. Yoongi introduced you at a party and you instantly connected, forgetting anyone else was there, talking all night. Drinking, too. When he offered to walk you home, you knew you would offer him a nightcap in your apartment. He knew he would accept if you did. Your memories of that night were slightly hazy but you knew the sex had been good because you had sent almost everyone you knew a message that was simply five mind-blown emojis.

Hoseok had a party the following week and you were invited. He had been a perfect host and you had spent hours, desperately frustrated, trying to convince him to forget about all his guests and come rail you in his bedroom. By the time everyone else had left and he could finally give you his undivided attention, you had sobered up and your memories of that night are crystal clear. You had sent your best friend a text that read ‘I will never sleep with another man ever again’.

That was not a vow you kept.

Hoseok was kind and caring and considerate in a way no one had ever really been with you before. It almost began to annoy you, the way he took care of you, looked out for you, thought of you when he passed something in a shop window. You had begun to feel claustrophobic in his affections; this wasn’t supposed to be a relationship. He wasn’t supposed to like you or, heaven forbid, fall in love with you.

Your ‘dates’ had been casual up to that point because you had forced them to be. You would swing by his apartment after dinner with your friends or invite him over to yours when you had no plans for the weekend. When he had asked you, finally, to go on a real date with him, out to dinner somewhere, your response had been ‘why would we do that?’. That was when things had started crumbling.

He had insisted you could keep it casual and still go out to eat together. He had insisted that it didn’t matter what it was called and, if you didn’t want to call it a date, he wouldn’t call it a date; he just wanted to spend more time with you. You had called your mutual friend and given him an earful for introducing you; you had got several earfuls back. Hoseok dropped the subject.

Then he had started talking about a weekend away, going into the country, getting a cabin or something, going swimming in the lake and walking up the hills and stuff that all sounded far too romantic to you. You had asked him why the hell he kept insisting on treating you like you were his girlfriend. You had told him repeatedly and emphatically throughout that conversation that you were not his girlfriend. You kept telling him that you were friends and he kept telling you that he doesn’t fuck his friends like that. You told him maybe he should so he might lighten up a bit.

You stopped sleeping together after that. Mostly. Kind of. You hung out more often and you thought that maybe you had been right, maybe you were just friends and you told yourself that this was probably the ideal outcome. But a few weeks later, at another party, you had both got drunk and immediately sought each other out across the crowded room and left without so much as saying goodbye. You tumbled into bed and you cursed yourself for ever giving this up, for ever thinking you could go without him. Until the morning came anyway.

This happened a few more times and, each time, you grew colder and more distant in the morning. Hoseok wasn’t stupid and it wasn't as if he thought you would magically change your mind about dating him if only you had sex just one more time, one more time, but he wasn’t expecting you to behave the way you did. He had asked if you could at the very least not be rude to him, and you had shot back that overstaying one’s welcome was also considered rude and maybe he should think about that. He decided he wouldn’t sleep with you again.

It happened a few more times after that, too. Then he decided to give up drinking around you. It would’ve been easier to just cut you out, take you out of his life completely, but he was too far gone to do that. He would walk over hot coals for you; he knew it and so did you.

* * *

You woke again much later that morning and thought about what Hoseok had said. You dialled Yoongi’s number.

“On a scale of 1-10,” you began as soon as he picked up the phone, not even bothering with a greeting, “how much of a dick am I to Hoseok?”

“Hello to you, too.”

“Please just answer the question.”

“Ok, well, what’s included on the scale? Does the worst include like, violence and murder?”

“No! Obviously not. Just like, for normal friends, scale of 1-10, how badly do I treat him?”

“Is 10 the worst?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then 10.”

“What?!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Everyone knows. You know.”

“I’m not that bad, surely.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Well then why haven’t you done anything? Why would you let your friend treat your other friend like that?”

“Well, firstly, because I don’t actually control you. Secondly, you may recall that we have spoken about this on a number of occasions and I have always made it very clear that you are being a dick and you are hurting his feelings and always told you that you need to stop dicking him about. But like I said, I don’t control you. And I don’t control him, either. I have also had numerous conversations with him about you and I have told him he deserves better-”

“Hey!”

“Are you seriously trying to argue with that?”

“Well-”

“Exactly. I don’t know what answer you wanted from me but, of course, the answer is 10. On a scale of 1-10, you absolutely treat him the worst.”

“Surely he takes some responsibility for it at this point.”

Yoongi interrupted you before you could say more.

“Don’t you dare go there. You are my friend and I am saying this because I do actually value you as a person and, this aside, I do think you’re a decent person: you are treating him like a cunt and he deserves better and, if you were anyone else in the world, I would’ve cut him off from you months ago and literally kept him under lock and key to keep him away from you if that’s what it would’ve taken.

“That said, I’m glad you’re asking the question. I hope this means you’re actually giving it some thought? You’re actually considering his feelings now? Considering your own, maybe?”

“What do you mean my own?”

“Your own feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings.”

Yoongi hummed non-committally and you could almost hear his eyes rolling through the phone.

“Well, anyway, let me repeat one more time for the record that you are a total dick to Hoseok and you should treat him better.”

“Thanks very much.”

“You’re welcome!” he rang off brightly, ignoring the sarcasm of your comment.

* * *

You were grumpy and hungover and tired and feeling unsettled, disturbed. It had been some time since you and Hoseok had discussed anything to do with... whatever it was that you were or had been or wanted to be, and it always made you uncomfortable. You did know, really, deep down, somewhere you tried not to look, that you were treating him badly, and on days when the hangover anxiety was at its worst, you felt sick with guilt about it. But you also felt sick at the thought of more. He wanted so much of you. More than you felt you had to give. He saw things in you that you were sure just weren’t there. And you didn’t want him to see the things you kept hidden, the dark things, the bad things, the things that would make him turn and run for the hills if he knew. He was too good for you and it scared you and it hurt you and you chose, simply, not to address it. To run away from it as far as you possibly could, which, when you’d had a drink or six, was not very far at all.

You showered to try to wash the discomfort away; you stuffed yourself full to try to distract yourself from the anxiety in your guts; you, briefly, considered drinking again but the thought brought bile to your throat. You stared, unseeing, at the TV, ostensibly watching a drama, but really replaying your own, real-life drama over and over in your head.

You wanted to be reasonable about it but the guilt and embarrassment and anxiety curdling in your gut made you feel sick and you couldn’t face it, so you chose not to be reasonable. You kept butting your head up against the fact that, if he really hated it that much, he could just not answer your calls. Sure, you could stop calling him, but you only did it when you’re drunk and who had that level of self-control after that many drinks? He didn’t have to come and get you; he didn’t have to walk you into your apartment; he didn’t have to put you to bed. He did all of that on his own. And maybe if he actually slept with you, it might've made a difference...

You tossed that thought aside because you knew both that it wasn't true and that you would not want to be anywhere near someone who would soberly fuck anyone even close to as drunk as you usually got. Hoseok was not that guy.

The more you thought about it, the more annoyed you got. You knew that you couldn’t really think straight; you were not at your best right now, but you were annoyed. You were annoyed that you had to be tired and hungover and thinking about this. Why couldn’t he just keep it simple for you both and leave you alone? Or, at least, ignore you when you didn’t leave him alone? You felt like he was making his feelings your problem. And you were done with it.

* * *

You stood outside his door, hesitating. The taxi ride over had taken just long enough that your immediate anger was subsiding and a tiny part of your rational brain was waking up again. Then you thought about the texts you sent him last night and were so embarrassed at yourself that you needed to feel something else: guilt, shame, anxiety, anything would do. You hammered at the door.

Hoseok opened it and looked surprised to see you, but nevertheless stepped back to let you in.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“We’re finishing this,” you told him and he looked at you blankly. “We’re finishing this now.”

“What do you mean? Finishing what?”

“This!”

You gestured frantically between the two of you.

“I’m fucking sick of this!” you cried. “You want me so fucking badly? Then why don’t you do something about it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m saying do something! I’m not drunk anymore! Why don’t you do something?”

“Listen to what you’re suggesting. We’ve done that. And it’s ended up with us here. How do you think doing it again is going to lead somewhere different?”

You opened your mouth to argue but he wasn't finished.

“Besides which, I don’t want to just ‘do something’. That’s the whole problem. We’re in this because I want more than just something, I want more than just sex and you don’t. And when I made it clear to you that I wanted more, you ran for the fucking hills. Before you came running back, that is.”

You were surprised because he’d never argued with you like this before. You realised, with a lurch, that he’d never been angry with you before. You couldn’t put a name to what it made you feel; you were too busy swimming with frustration and anxiety and anger to be able to think clearly. You just knew that this was different so, maybe, this was good.

“And why do you let me back, then? If I’m so awful and I treat you like such shit, why do you pick up?”

“I already told you. And you don’t need to tell me I’ve lost my fucking dignity and pride; you don’t need to tell me that I should be better than that, that I shouldn’t be begging at your table for scraps. I already know. Trust me, no one is as sickened by me as I am.”

“Sickened? Wanting me sickens you, does it? I sicken you, do I?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Fuck you, Hoseok.”

You stalked closer to him, stuck a finger hard against his chest.

“Fuck you for putting that on me,” you spat.

The world held its breath for one second and, the next, you were tangled up in each other, his mouth finally on yours again, his hands against your skin, yours in his hair. He lifted your T-shirt over your head and you sighed as his fingers grazed your nipple, quickly teasing it to a tight bud. You pushed down his trousers and he stepped out of them, pushing you backwards until your legs hit the sofa. He ripped off his own top before guiding you down until you were lying on the sofa with Hoseok at your feet, tugging on your jogging bottoms. You tilted your hips to allow him to pull them off and he brought his hands up to relieve you of your underwear.

His eyes were black, darker than you’d ever seen them and he looked at you like you were in trouble, like he was imagining all the things he could do to you. You gulped and arousal pooled in your core; you were suddenly desperate for him, clawing at him until his mouth was on yours so you could taste him one more time. You palmed him through his boxers and he groaned into your mouth, swearing softly as he pulled away.

You were tingling all over with anticipation as he trailed kisses down your neck and onto your chest. He licked a broad strip across the mound of your breast and bit down hard on your soft flesh. You whimpered and arched your back into him, urging for more. He clamped his teeth around your nipple and sucked, rubbing his tongue over the stiff nub and you shivered.

“Oh god,” you whispered. You had forgotten it was this good.

“Touch me, please,” you asked quietly. You didn’t want to break whatever spell was over you, but you were aching with a desire so strong, it almost hurt. And you knew how much he liked to hear you beg. “Please, Hoseok, please touch me.”

“Why should I give you what you want?” he asked, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, his mouth slack, breathing heavy, voice rough. “When do I get what I want, huh?”

“Anything. I’ll do anything, please.”

If you had both been thinking with your brains, you would both have known this was not true. Your brains were, however, otherwise indisposed.

Hoseok sat back on his knees, looking at you, a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. He stood, briefly, to discard his boxers and then he looked down at you, slowly pumping the thick length of his hot, stiff cock.

You were on your knees in an instant, replacing his hand with your own. You brought your open mouth to his tip, softly licking across his slit, keeping your eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around him and sank slowly, slowly down his shaft. He grunted when he hit the back of your throat and outright moaned when you kept going.

“God, I’ve missed this mouth,” he said, his voice tight and gruff. He gripped your hair with one hand and slowly pulled you back. Then he kept your head still as he thrust back in, still slowly at first, gentle almost, and then, when you moaned around him, faster, and then harder when your fingernails dug into his thighs. His eyes never left yours, even though yours were swimming with tears and he was no more than a blur above you. He was always looking at you. Until his eyes fluttered closed and you knew he was close to coming, could see it when his eyes opened again, piercing in their intensity; you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you tapped his leg, signalling him to stop.

He fell from you in an instant and you pushed him onto the sofa.

“Don’t think you’re the only one who gets to have their fun,” you told him.

You pushed him back until he was lying and you pinned him down with your knees either side of his head. He was impatient, wrapping his arms around your legs and pulling you down to him, your core wet and dripping over his mouth. He looked at you, making sure your eyes met as licked through your folds.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “I forgot just how wet you get. I’m going to fucking drown in you."

He licked into your centre, drinking you in, taking you for everything you’d got while you rolled your hips against him, rubbing your clit against his nose, desperate for contact, for friction. You heard him chuckle low in his throat and you whimpered.

He was impatient to get started but he liked to take his time with you. He wanted you to beg: beg him to start, beg him to keep going, beg him to finish you off. He licked languidly through your folds, he sucked, he nipped, he returned again to fuck you with his tongue, all while you shivered and whined above him, pleasure building in you, urgency mounting. You grabbed his hair with both hands and tried to hold him still so you could direct yourself above him, but he was stronger than you and his arms kept you in place.

“Hoseok, please. Please, I need to come.”

He hummed against you and you tugged on his hair.

“Please, please.”

You tried harder to grind against his face, your clit throbbing and burning under the absence of his touch. He held you still. His face was buried in your cunt and you could just see his eyes, glinting at you, watching you fall apart under your desperate need for him.

“Hoseok,” you panted. “Hoseok, please.” Your voice broke as your desperation peaked, every part of you alert and armed, like tinder just millimetres from a flame.

He finally sealed his lips around your clit and you went up like a bonfire, ecstasy roaring through you, consuming everything. You were hot and sweating and writhing on top of him as he licked and lapped and sucked at you, pulling sounds out of you that only he could: loud, desperate, animal cries and his name over and over and over again.

It was only when you let loose his hair and your legs quivered either side of his head that he loosened his own grip on you and you flopped backwards, lying on top of him with your head on his hip.

“See how good I am to you?” he asked, wiping his mouth, sliding out from underneath you, towering over you once more.

“Yeah,” you whimpered. You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, so good.”

“But you don’t fucking want me.”

“Yeah, I do. I do, Hoseok, god, I do. Please.”

He rested his hands against the arm of the sofa above your head and lowered his face to yours.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said low, menacing.

He kissed you lightly and you lifted your head to meet him again but he moved too far off. He knelt over you, his heavy cock resting on your mound, and considered you for a while. This wasn’t usually part of your game and you were impatient, still needy for him, remembering the way he split you open, the glorious stretch of him inside you, the fluidity and power with which he moved.

“Fuck. What do you want from me?” you asked.

He tipped forward, back over you, hands either side of your head, his face so close, you could barely see him. He moved and kissed you lightly just below the ear.

“Everything.”

He stood and put on his boxers and you were overwhelmed with anger again.

“For fuck’s sake, seriously?!” you shouted, hitting him with a scatter cushion. “Are you fucking kidding?”

He turned to you, pulling his trousers back up and shrugged.

“No, I’m not kidding. I told you. I want everything. I want you, all of you, even this shitty part of you that treats me like crap, even the part of you that tells me you love me and then pretends to forget all about it in the morning, even the part of you that pretends to be sickened by the very idea of being my girlfriend, despite the fact that you refer to yourself as mine in the dead of night. Even your excessive drinking, even your emotional constipation, even your big, fat heart that you try to hide from everyone, even your insistence that you don’t give a shit despite giving a hell of a lot of a shit all the damn time, even your stupid fucking determination to do everything by yourself even when you actually need help, even your terrible taste in films and those god-awful reality TV programs you like, even your snoring, even your back turned back against me. All of it. All of you. I fucking want all of you, all the fucking time.”

You stared breathlessly at him as his chest heaved, his breathing ragged. Your heart was in your throat, blood roaring in your ears. He was waiting for you to say something but you’d lost the ability to speak. Words flew into and out of your head without your being able to catch any of them. You couldn’t think. Your mind was buzzing, static blaring, nothing but white noise. You could only stare at him, bewildered, overwhelmed, utterly naked.

His breathing slowly settled and he rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

“Of course,” he muttered under his breath.

He was walking away from you and you knew you had to stop him. Your brain had no capacity to filter anything on its way to your mouth and you said it before you even really knew you were feeling it.

“I love you. I fucking love you.”

He turned quickly and watched you, wary, unsure. You didn’t let yourself think anymore. You staggered to your feet and took his hands and pulled him close to you.

“I fucking love you,” you said again. “I love you, ok? And I'm not drunk this time and fucking fine, if I’m such a piece of shit but you still want me, then fine. Fine. Have me.”

He was still looking at you, looking into your eyes like he was trying to solve a riddle.

“I’m not fucking with you. I’m not lying. I want you. I want you and have always wanted you and always wanted not to want you as much I do because you’re terrifying. Ever looked directly at the sun? Ever looked at the fucking face of god? ‘Cause I have and it’s you. Ok? It’s you. When I get drunk and I call you and I tell you that I love you, it’s true – that's true. It’s only you I call.” Your skin was hot, flushed, but from embarrassment now, from feeling skinned, raw, exposing yourself in a way that you never did, never wanted to. Your voice broke and you desperately didn’t want to cry, didn’t want this to be more embarrassing than it needed to be, didn’t want him to see how pathetic you really were even as you were telling him. “It’s only you I want. And it’s only when I’m not sober enough to fight myself that I can admit it. I’m a piece of shit and you’re a literal angel, a fucking god, but fine, if you really want to have me, have me. I’m yours.”

He gently nudged your nose with his and whispered your name, his eyes carefully watching you. Then he kissed you, soft and slow, and wrapped his arms around you. His hands wandered, exploring your body, caressing any part of you he could reach, as his tongue rolled with yours, as you raked your fingers through his hair, as he moaned into your mouth, as he picked you up and took you into the bedroom.

He lay you gently on the bed and slipped off his clothes once more. He covered your body with his and pressed kisses into your neck. Then he bit down and you keened, arching your back into him, suddenly violently, urgently aware of the slick between your legs, of your fluttering walls, desperate for him now.

“Please, Hoseok,” you whispered. “Please fuck me, now.”

This was where you were comfortable. No more talking. Just Hoseok with his body over yours, his soft skin and softer lips, his nimble fingers and strong body, his eyes black as pitch as he looked at you like you were prey.

“Gladly,” he whispered back, his lips just grazing yours.

He pressed himself against your entrance, eyes flicking between your face and your cunt as he watched himself disappear into you and watched your face, lest you betray any sign of pain or discomfort. But there was none. There was only the perfect, overwhelming fullness of him inside you and then the tight drag, feeling every contour of his cock, as he pulled back and thrust in again.

“God, no one compares to you- fuck...”

He liked to watch your face as you whined and whimpered beneath him when he lifted your legs, pushing against the backs of your thighs, hitting you deeper, harder. You were hot and sticky everywhere; your skin was slick with sweat, your cunt slick with arousal. Every part of you was fit to bursting, coming apart at the seams. You felt like a dam about to break and then he took his hand down between your bodies and pressed hard, the motion of his thrusts knocking his hand until you were crying out for more, much more, crying out that you were close, crying out please, please let me come, let me come. And he did. The flood engulfed you; you were pulled through a riptide of pleasure, unable to scream, unable to breathe, suffocating in the swirling pool of your orgasm. Hoseok kept going, fucking you through your climax until he was coming, too, painting your walls white, falling under the surface of ecstasy with you.

He fell down next to you and you lay, quiet save for your heavy breathing. When he took your hand in his, you let him, despite the thrum of anxiety in your heart.

“So,” he said, and he looked nervous when you turned towards him.

You were nervous but you’d said it now. And you’d missed him—you had. And Yoongi’s words were ringing in your ears, about your feelings, about how badly you treated Hoseok, and words from much, much longer ago, about how much you’d like him, what a great guy he was, how much Hoseok had liked meeting you, how much he liked you.

He was waiting for you to speak, not daring to go first. You looked down at your joined hands, looked up at the ceiling, looked at his face.

“I’m,” you began, your voice quiet and croaky. You cleared your throat but still didn’t know what words were going to come out. “I’m… I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

He rolled onto his side, facing you, and you took your hand from his so you could use both to cover your face. You gave a frustrated sigh and slapped them onto the mattress on either side of you.

“I don’t know how to be a girlfriend. Not to you.”

“’Not to me’? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing! That’s my whole point!”

You squirmed, embarrassment heating your cheeks again, and ended up on your side, facing him.

“There’s nothing wrong with you and it’s… intimidating. I’m not like that. You said it yourself. There’s a lot wrong with me and-”

“That’s not what I said. I actually think you’re perfect.”

You blinked, stunned into silence.

“But you said all those things.”

“I still think you’re perfect. Even though I said all those things, even though you do snore and even though you have handled this situation in about the worst possible way and even though it’s hurt my feelings. Even though all of it. I still think you’re perfect and I still love you.”

You turned onto your back, staring at the ceiling, blinking away fresh tears.

“I think you’re crazy,” you told him.

“There you go; there is something wrong with me after all.”

He leant over you and cupped your cheek with his hand. When he kissed you, it was soft and sweet and it wasn’t going to go anywhere—nor did you need it to.

“I don’t want to get it wrong,” you whispered to him, his face still close to yours, his breath fanning over your face.

He shrugged lightly.

“It’s ok if you do. We can’t be right all the time.”

“You’ll still love me?”

“Yes. After all this, I still love you. I’ve tried not to, I promise. So, yes, I will still love you if you get it wrong. As long as you love me.”

“I do.” You wanted to say it back, felt it stick in your throat. You swallowed hard, blinked slowly, took a deep breath. “I love you, too.”

He kissed you again, still soft, still gentle, and then settled back on his side.

“So…”

“So?”

“So can I actually call you my girlfriend now?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and couldn’t stop the little thrill in your heart or grin on your lips.

“I guess, if you must.”

He grinned back at you, wide, beaming.

“Yes, I fucking must!”

You thought that sounded just fine.

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TWIG! Friend! I couldn't help but notice your tags in my excitement post about getting to La Pluie -- I see that you and I are YYY mutuals. :) Let's call YYY... say... zany or offbeat -- off the beaten path of the usual romance-dominated field of Thai BLs. What are some other "zanier" BLs (not just Thailand, but everywhere in Asia) that you love and would recommend for an off-the-wall experience? And, why?

@waitmyturtles I'm so sorry you sent this a million years ago and then I kept letting it languish. And it's extra rude because I love this question! It's so hard to add something like YYY to a rec list without a billion caveats, so this is a great chance to shout out some of the series & shorts that don't get as much attention. A few of these I know you've seen but I have to include them for completeness.

First, for the sake of other people reading this, as Turtles has written about, Cheewin brings his own kind of zaniness to almost everything he works on; my faves of his other than YYY are Make It Right and Secret Crush on You (the exception is Bed Friend, which is not in any way zany but I still liked it).

Also going to mention that since Turtles asked for off the beaten path zany, I won't be mentioning any of the popular comedies (in case you're wondering why I Became the Lead in A BL Drama or Man Who Defies the World of BL aren't on this list).

Alright now that's out of the way, let's get into the other recs!

Zany lesser-known BLs other than YYY

Ossan's Love Franchise (Japanese, 2016-2024, GagaOOLala)

It is... less true now that this series is lesser-known than it was when I started writing this draft (in uh... August 2023) but I shall persist! The franchise details alone for this series are complete crack:

A 2016 45-minute short [skippable imo];

The 2018 original series which builds the short into a zany 7-episode comedy series about a man in his late 20s who suddenly finds himself the love interest of his older boss (in his ~50s) and his coworker/roommate (in his mid-20s);

The sequel film Ossan's Love: Love or Dead (2019)which turns into an action film halfway through for no clear reason but also remains a romantic comedy in which the mains from the original season decide if they want to stay together

The AU season Ossan's Love: In the Sky (2019) which has the same characters of the lead and his boss from S1 and the short, but this time they work in an airport and all of the surrounding cast is different and leads to a very confusing love rhombus. Incredible 10/10 no notes [people hate this because they like the mains from S1 & the film but I loved the mess]

The sequel season to S1 and the film, Ossan's Love Returns (2024) which you can absolutely watch in isolation and is about the main couple re-establishing their relationship and their found family friend group after being long distance for a few years.

It's truly excellent comedy, and gets better every outing; there are some barriers that might prevent some enjoying the earlier seasons but the most recent one is really delightful. You can hear me talk more about this series with @bengiyo and @shortpplfedup on The Conversation podcast!

Diary of Tootsies (Thai, 2017, grey/Netflix (for the movie))

I love Diary of Tootsies and the follow-ups so much. SO much. One of the best laughs of my life was the opening to the movie, and I cannot be in a long car ride without thinking about the purse incident in s1. This show doesn't get a lot of BL fandom attention because the romance arcs are not typical for BL (but that's one of the things I love about them). And the friendship in this series is truly what sells it. Season 1 is self-contained, a lot of people dislike the romance plot of S2; I really like the arc across s2 to the movie (as established above, I tend to be less invested in a particular ship across a franchise or multiple franchises). The movie plot is all about reconciling who you thought you wanted and who you are with (amongst all kinds of shenanigans).

HeHe and He (Hong Kong, 2018-ongoing, YouTube)

This mockumentary sitcom-style series does tackle some serious topics and is also absolutely hilarious nonsense across its 3 seasons. The very simple premise is that a gay guy ("hehe" is slang for gay) and a straight guy who are old friends become roommates when the gay friend breaks up with his longterm boyfriend and needs a place to stay, and hijinks ensue. They do direct-to-camera confessionals spliced in with scenes from their lives. I love this show so much, and it would actually be high up in my indie BL rankings if it were completed. I lose it at least once an episode. It's very queer (if you want a show that tackles everything from hookups to turning everything into a joke to being so, so mean to each other while also loving each other dearly to even chemsex, look no further), and I am in love with all of the wacky characters that have formed a love-hate found family that is deeply relatable. The creators posted a video a few months ago saying they're struggling to end it in a way that they're happy with so I'm not sure we'll ever get an ending for the show. But if you like comedy and queer content it's worth a watch even incomplete! I've been very patiently following this project since 2018 and it's legitimately one of my favourite shows.

Rainbow Prince the Series (Filippino, 2022, YouTube)

This is a musical; it is a lot of campy nonsense. There is royalty, political intrigue, a dog, kidnappings, and so. much. singing. The songs are surprisingly catchy and it's all extremely good fun. Also a lot of the dialogue is very clearly improvised.

Hey! First Love (Vietnamese, 2019, YouTube)

This series of shorts are mostly just silly fluff. The very tenuous plot is that these shorts are slice-of-life moments from a young established couple, but it's all really just excuses for Vietnamese comedy and BL romance tropes. If you haven't watched anything from Vietnam, this is a very low-stakes commitment (I think it's under 30 minutes of content all told; there are 4 "episodes" which are spliced together shorts, each of which has a tiny plot but there is not much of an overarching narrative, and then a Q&A with the actors at the end) and gives you a sense of the Vietnamese sense of humour. Both of these actors have gone on to continue to be in other Vietnamese BLs, so if you have watched Vietnamese BL you may recognize them! The production quality on this is charmingly low.

Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan (India, 2019, Amazon Prime)

This film was such a joy to experience in a live theatre. Billed "the first Gay Bollywood RomCom", this movie was a riot of chaos, dance numbers, shenanigans, hilarity, and cuteness. I loved the way this film incorporated the very real legal change to decriminalize homosexuality in its story. Arguably not "BL" as it very much fits in the bollywood tradition not the BL tradition, but OP did ask for all of Asia!

Like Love (China, 2014-15, grey)

And no I don't mean censored--this is from before China started censoring its BLs. This show has kisses as shown in the gif, and even (poorly cropped) sex scenes. It also is super bizarre. I was so confused by this show, the characterization, the fourth wall breaks, and how disjointed it was so I went to read the source material and...it turns out it's one of the most perfect adaptations I've ever seen, the book is in fact exactly like this. The characters are caricatures, there is no bridging between scenes, and the plot is the most absurd take on 'loserfail no-thoughts-head-empty character who doesn't admit he's gay but still ends up in a dedicated and loving relationship with a rich handsome domineering man ' I've ever seen. It's a bewildering experience. Note the sound quality on this one is suuuper miserable. I like s2 way more than s1 (s1 is getting together and includes a lot of the bullying-teasing and I'm-not-gay-I-just-need-him-to-pay-attention-to-me stuff, s2 is the honeymoon phase + getting the homophobic parents on board) but S1 is definitely the zanier of the two. That being said, if you wanted, I think you can dive right in to s2 (there's a direct-to-camera explanation of what happened in s1 at the start of it). Note that they set up a cliffhanger at the end of 2 in anticipation of s3 which was going to be made in 2016 but was cancelled because of the political changes in China in 2016 (this is one of the reasons I went to read the source material; they do get a happy ending in the books).

This is an extremely silly but also touching franchise with a lot of tropes I don't love, but also a lot of things I do (and just neat to see some stuff so early in BL: Underwater kiss? Helicopter ride? Femme fatale becomes friend of the faen? Supportive grandparent? It's all here). There are some fantastic speeches in s2 about supporting your gay children; I liked how in this the kids didn't give up on their parents but try to reconcile their filial piety with their dedication to each other. If you do watch S1, highly recommended you watch the series version rather than the film. For "S2"/the follow-up film, make sure you look for the uncensored film version.

The Lover Room 709 Cut (Korean/Japanese, 2016, grey)

This starts extremely silly, plays with BL tropes, and gets a little bit serious at the end but is mostly just full of puns and innuendos. Includes one of the most hilarious takes on kabedon, and egregious use of the soundtrack from Brokeback Mountain. Also: fart jokes. Folks worried it was going to stay teasing the audience but it does commit and we do get an actual resolution that is satisfying. I admit I've never seen the whole series (which includes stories of 3 other couples in the apartment building) but the BL cut is readily available if you search. Make sure you look for the deleted scene with the lotion application--this scene walked so IFYLITA could run (I'm kidding, but it's very funny seeing this scene now and thinking about that one).

The Boy Next Door (Korean, 2018, YouTube)

This is another older series playing with censorship (similar to The Lover) in which the two characters end up in BL romance tropes but are not actually in love...or are they? The shenanigans are very fun. This one is left more ambiguous than The Lover, which is one of the reasons it's further down the list.

Go! Go! G-Boys (Taiwan, 2006, grey)

I debated between this and another quirky comedy from Taiwan in the early 2000s, Formula 17, but while that's unequivocally a better movie, this one is lesser known and more zany, so it technically better fits the bill for this ask (but if you haven't, go watch Formula 17!). The plot is a bit cringe--straight boy signs up to gay beauty contest to pay off his girlfriend's debts (accompanied by his gay childhood friend who is in love with him) and finds his truth. Meanwhile a homophobic police officer has also infiltrated the contest for investigative purposes. Amongst all that admittedly not great setup, however, are several bizarre sequences including the incredible Lord of the Rings recreation scene (complete with Gatchaman of course), a killer soundtrack, a random delivery of poultry, someone slapping a cake, and, most absurdly unbelievable at all: police taking harassing death threats to the gay contest seriously. It does a great job of setting up what should be a dramatic scene and then immediately undercutting the tension with something absurd. It's not narratively good, but it is a fun ride! And yes, there is a happy ending. Stick around for a fourth wall break (literally) after the credits.

Something Crunchy Crunchy (Korean, 2018, GagaOOLala)

Extremely bizarre little musical short in which snacks are anthropomorphized as hot guys and they sing songs about being eaten and wanting to be eaten. Played entirely sincerely, but the concept is screamingly funny. Fascinating. Also, kind of poly?

Dom (Korean, 2016, GagaOOLala)

Another hilarious and weird Korean short, this time in which we see the protagonist's sex life from the perspective of the condom boxes that are anthropomorphized and given personalities based on their brands.

And since we can't leave out the ladies,

A few zany GLs:

Lily Fever (Korean, 2015, YouTube)

I wrote about this one a little in my GL rec list; it is absolutely bonkers nonsense. There is not really a plot, it's a fever dream of a show. Chaos! Not so much a romance as an excuse to see cute girls flirt and make out.

Legend of Yunqian (China, 2020, grey)

I debated including this one because only the middle is really the zany part, it's sandwiched with more serious xianxia drama. But in the middle of this miniseries is an extremely cute interlude in which xianxia characters time travel to present day for ~reasons. It's censored but there is very little uncertainty about feelings, and manages to be absolutely charming. Worth the short runtime for this kitten quickcut (subbed "Whomst?!" in the show for ultimate comedy). Warning for character death (but it's ok because time travel to reincarnated character!) Subtitled by the indispensable @douqi7s [see their pinned post for links].

BetCin (Filippino, 2022, WeTV)

A lesbian couple with a YouTube following decide to break up but then find out there's a contest for couples, and they decide to pretend to still be together to try and win the contest rather than tell their fans they've broken up. This series does some really interesting things by starting with a breakup and then looking at how two people who are no longer dating manage BGP while also managing their feelings. There's a lot going on in this show, and the hijinks definitely ensue!

Perfect One Night Stand (Korean, 2020, GagaOOLala)

This is a cute Strongberry GL short in which a friend agrees to help her other friend find a girl to have sex with before the day is over; they go through several quirky candidates looking for the titular perfect one night stand.

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almost-blondee · 1 year

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Running in Circles

Sanji x reader

Fluff, kinda slow? kissing, Female!reader

word count: 3.9k

Hi guys! This will be my first ever writing piece i have put on the internet, so please don’t judge to hard. i am up for constructive criticism, but nothing to harsh please 🫣, there is probably spelling errors and grammar mistakes so please ignore them, i tried my best to find all of them! Anyway i hope you enjoy!

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The sun is way to bright for your liking, it shines down as if it it has something against your crew. The only thing making it bearable is the cold, refreshing drink you have in your hand. Ah yes, the drink you have in your hand, made by the chef of the straw hats. The lovely gentleman that has stolen your heart.

“Naaaamiii-swaaaaan, Roooobbiiiinn-chwwaaaaan, (yyy/nnnnn)-chwaaaannn”

Well he certainly has good timing. Although you have to pretend that you are annoyed by his antics, you actually quite like them, obviously. Nami and Robin are lying on lawn chairs sun tanning, while you are sitting in the shade reading a book. i don’t understand how they sit there for so long, I would be dead , You think

“I have brought my ladies desserts. Sweet desserts for some sweet ladies.” He says while twirling over to us with hearts in his eyes. He finally makes it over to you and he hands out desserts. When he hands you one your hands slightly touch. It’s honestly embarrassing the effect he has you. You pretend that you didn’t notice your hands touch and gladly accept the dessert. “Thanks so much Sanji!” you say with a shy smile. Nami and Robin also express their gratitude.

“Of course, anything for my lovely ladies”. He says spinning happily. You can practically hear Zoro making fun of him. “Tch” Zoro scoffs. Sanji hears this and starts yelling at him. “WHAT DID YOU SAY MOSS HEAD?!”. This turns into a bigger argument then needed, and it ends with Nami yelling at them to shut up and go somewhere else.

Later that day you, Nami, and Robin were sitting in your room, talking about who knows what. When it just so happened that Sanji came up in conversation.

“Speaking of Sanji, i think our (y/n) has a little crush on the blonde cook” Robin chimes in. “What?!? Where did that come from?” You put your hands up in defence. “Oh come on (y/n), it’s so obvious you have the hots for him, i don’t know what you see in him though, but to each their own” Nami says plainly. “Is it really that obvious?” You asked, pouting. Nami looks at you puzzled and says “Wait you actually like him? I was just teasing you, right Robin?” Robin smiles softly, “Actually i was being serious, but thanks to you Nami, i have confirmed my suspicions.” you sink down into your chair, i can’t believe i fell for that you think to yourself, Robin giggles charmingly and Nami squeals “O-M-G (Y/N), WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US YOU LIKE HIM, WE COULD HELP YOU GET TOGETHER!! maybe he’d stop fawning over us then.” She whispered the last part. “i mean i didn’t tell you because i thought it didn’t really matter. I don’t have a chance with him anyway” you say sadly.

Meanwhile, when you guys are talking in your room. Sanji thought it would be a good idea to bring you guys some tea. He was walking toward the shared room with tea in his hand about to knock on the door. However before he can knock he hears Nami yell

“O-M-G (Y/N), WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US YOU LIKE HIM, WE COULD HELP YOU GET TOGETHER!!”

What?! Did he hear that correctly, his precious (y/n) likes someone?!? No, he must have heard wrong. He puts his ear closer to the door to hear the rest of the conversation.

“i mean ididn’t tell you because i thought it didn’t really matter. I don’t have a chance with him anyway.” He hears you say. So it’s confirmed, you have a crush on someone, and he has no idea who it is. He’s about to walk away to go sob by himself, but he then hears Nami ask what you like about him.

Ah! Perfect maybe if you talk about him he could guess who it is.

“Well (y/n), what do you like about him! i mean you have to tell us.” Nami asks me. “Honestly everything, the way he smiles, how he smells, how kind he is to me, just everything is perfect. Don’t even get me started with his looks, he’s beautiful!!” you gush a little more then you wanted. Robin has her signature smile on. “MY GOODNESS, WHAT ARE YOU? SOME ROMANTIC?” Nami squeals. You shyly look away, wanting to bring the attention off of you somehow, but you know very well that’s not happening. “ahhhh, i don’t know, when it comes to him everything just feels right. YOUR THE ONE WHO ASKED ANYWAY!” you say embarrassedly “I get it (y/n)… you’re in looovvveeee~” Nami says in a teasing manner. “Okay Nami, don’t tease her too much. That’s probably why she didn’t tell us” Robin chuckles. Nami stops for second and looks as if shes thinking really intensely about something. “Wait, hold on. Did you say that you don’t have a chance with him?” she blurts out after a couple minutes. “uhh yeah, why?” you question.

“THERS NO WAY IN HELL YOU DON’T HAVE A CHANCE WITH HIM. YOU’RE WAY OUT IF HIS LEAGUE. HE SHOULD BE THANKING YOU IF ANYTHING.” Nami screams at you. “ Jeez calm down Nami, I was just saying that because he’s way more attractive then me and he’s always fawning over other women. I’m not as pretty as those other girls.” you look down at my lap. “Hey, you are prettier than any girl i’ve ever seen okay? don’t undermine yourself like that.” Nami says compassionately. “Thanks Nami, i’m probably going to go sit outside for a bit, cool off y’know.” you say sadly and go to leave the room. As you open the door there is a tray with tea on the ground with a note saying,

　　　　　 For my lovely ladies

-Sanji♡

you look back at Robin and Nami in a panic, what if he heard that whole thing!?! He probably won’t talk to me anymore, he probably thinks i’m a big weirdo.

“Do you think he heard any of that?” you ask. Robin answers calmly, “Probably not, and if he did maybe that’d be the start of a new relationship” you thank Robin and Nami and quickly leave for the deck.

While you are leaving Nami and Robin look at each other with concern, both of them wondering if you will be okay.

The next couple days continues like normal, everyone doing their own thing. However you noticed that Sanji looked a little down. Of course you being you, you want to check up on him and see if there’s anything wrong. So you slowly walk up to him while he is leaning on the railing looking at the sea having a cigarette. Everyone has already gone to bed, Sanji usually stays out after everybody to have a smoke. “Hey Sanji, how’s it going?” you quietly say not wanting to startle him. He jumps anyway quickly looking your way. “Oh (y/n)-chan. Um everything is good what about you?” He questions. you try not to let the shock show on your face, but you are surprised by his response. There’s no yelling, wiggling or any fawning at all. Just a blank response. you’re kinda at a loss for words, maybe he really did hear you guys talking. You try to muster up anything at all “Oh, i’m good. I just wanted to know how you were doing, you looked kinda down these past days.” That was the only thing you could think to say. not bad right! “What? i looked down?” you nod your head confirming what he just said. “Well how about next time you mind your own business, who cares if i’m down, not like you care one bit. i’m leaving”

Sanji quickly took one last drag out of his cigarette, he then quietly put it out and walked inside leaving you by yourself to think if you’ve done anything wrong. You stood there for a little looking at beautiful sea, the calm waves almost putting you too sleep, but you know you couldn’t sleep after what just happened. What was his problem? Why is he so mad? Did you do something wrong? Does he hate you? Does h-. Your thoughts get cut off by someone trying to talk to you.

“Oi, what are you doing out here so late?”

You looked behind you to see Zoro coming down from the crows nest, probably just finished training “Zoro, how are you doing?” you ask trying to not show that you’re quite literally on the verge of tears. Zoro doesn’t say anything for a minute, he just stares at you examining your face. Then he finally speaks up to say “ What’s wrong? Are you hurt or something?” you just scoff and look away, “What makes you think that?” you ponder.

“well first off all it looks like your constipated a-.” you cut Zoro off with a small laugh, “Sometimes I wonder why you say the things you do.” You slide down the railing to sit on the ground back to the sea. “Well how else do you want me to explain it, you even have tears in your eyes. I just saw that cook go inside, was he bothering you?” “Why are you being so considerate right now?” You ask a little confused. “Well I might not show it but i do actually care about my family. I’m just letting you know i’m here for you.” Zoro confesses. You and Zoro have always been quite close, you’re not very obnoxious so he doesn’t mind you being around (His words not yours). Sometimes you even train together, although that is very rare. But you’d say that you get along well. “Are you sure you’re up to listen?” You inquire. Zoro just give you a little nod, basically telling you to go ahead. “ well this is a little personal so, don’t make fun of me.” you look away a little embarrassed. “ugh, I don’t care just spit it out already.” Zoro says getting a little impatient.

“Okay well, I really like Sanji and yesterday Robin, Nami and I were talking about it and i think Sanji might of heard us talking about it. Since he left a note with tea by our room, and he looked really down today, so i wanted to check on him so i asked him how he was doing. Then he just snapped on me telling me to mind my own business and he just went inside. So i don’t know what i did wrong. It’s really bugging me.” you finish your huge rant almost in tears. Zoro looks really confused, almost shocked. “Wait hold on, YOU LIKE THE ERO COOK?!?!” He says a little louder then you would want him too. You then quickly put your hand over his mouth shushing him. He slaps your hand down and glares at you. “Sorry that’s just really surprising. Like what do you even see in him. How do you even like him. I’m so confused.” He trails off asking a bunch of questions on how you even like him. “That doesn’t matter right now. Do you think he hates me? I really don’t want him to hate me.” you say as the tears finally roll down your cheeks. Zoro looks panicked for a second then slowly pulls you into a hug not really knowing how to comfort people. You slowly hug him back, crying. “Honestly i have no idea what that shitty-brows thinks, but i don’t think he hates you. Maybe he’s just frustrated with Luffy always eating all the food. Then he took out his anger on you. I don’t know.” You slowly pull away wiping your tears, “Thanks Zoro, maybe you’re right.” “What do you mean, of course i’m right.” he replies with a smirk. You give him a little punch on the shoulder and laugh. “No but seriously thanks, you always know how to make me feel better.” “I would say anytime, but i wouldn’t really mean that.” He still has his stupid smirk on his face. “Yeah okay, whatever Zoro. Goodnight, i’ll see you tomorrow.” You bid him farewell. He says goodnight back and heads to his room to sleep.

While you and Zoro were talking, Sanji was in his room debating with himself if he was to hard on you. I mean it’s not really her fault that she likes someone, i can’t do anything about that. But it’s hurts so much, I like her too much to just give her up like that. But i don’t want to force her to like me. UGGH THIS SUCKS. Sanji paces back and forth, until something catches his eye in through the window.

There you were talking with Zoro, You looked quite upset. Is she upset because of what i said to her, no that can’t be. Sanji thinks to himself. Then all of the sudden Zoro pulls you into a hug, whilst you slowly hug back, Sanji is trying to maintain his composure. Sanji had enough and quickly closed his curtains and went to sit on his bed. He begins to beat himself up over what he’s been doing over the past few days. He knows he’s been ignoring you, and he feels terrible but thats what he thinks is best to do. But seeing you with Zoro just makes him feel even worse then he already did. What if Zoro was the one you liked. It would all make sense, you were always with him. But that should be him with you, it should be him comforting you when you feel down, it should be him who holds you like that, not some stupid swordsman. Sanji tries to fall asleep and not think about it. However his brain had other plans.

That night Sanji didn’t get one wink of sleep.

Over the next few days, you and Sanji’s situation didn’t get any better. You were ignoring him and he was ignoring you, and to be honest the rest of the crew was getting sick of it, excluding Luffy. Nami thought that it was about time she smack some sense into that damn cooks head, so she took it upon herself to go teach him a lesson. “Sanji.” Nami said sternly while walking into the kitchen. It was now just Sanji and Nami standing in the kitchen. “YEEES NAAMMMIII-SWAAAN” Sanji screamed out in response. Nami was not having it. “Drop the act Sanji, i know your ignoring (y/n) for a reason, what is it? did you hear us talking?” Sanji’s smile slowly faded and he looked away, “How’d you know i heard”. Sanji quietly asked looking at the floor. “Well first of all you left tea by our door with a note, usually you just knock and walk in “Nami explained.” Also you have been ignoring (y/n) for a whole week, so that’s evidence enough.” “yeah you’re right i heard what she said.”

Sanji confessed, looking disappointed. Nami looked confused, “so why are you sulking right now you should be jumping for joy” she muttered out. “Why the hell would i be jumping for joy, (y/n) likes someone. To rephrase that, the girl i love likes another man” Sanji sighs while putting his head in his hands. Now Nami looked even more confused. “What are you talking about “another man”. you idiot clearly you didn’t hear all of our conversation”. Nami rolls her eyes at Sanji. “what do you mean, she said she liked him, and started describing him. Shes clearly in love with…him…” Sanji pouts. “ Sanji…. Do i really have to spell it out for you, YOU ARE THE “OTHER MAN”, SHE LIKES YOU. Y-O-U, you, she has for a while.

“Huh?!” Sanji gets up, eyes wide. “Wait (y/n)-chan likes me?!” Sanji whips his head around to look at Nami. Nami just shakes her head. “Yeah and all those things she said about this “guy” were about you. So if you thought she was in love with this mysterious man. She must really love you a lot”. “WHAAAT?!?” Sanji shrieked. Nami then punched him on the head “Shut up, you’re being too loud.” Sanji winced in pain, but he didn’t care right now, The love of his life likes him back! “Wait so all those things she said were about me?” Sanji questioned. “ Yes you dumbass, that’s all i’m saying, goodbye.” Nami left the room in a hurry not wanting to hear his whining anymore.

As Nami strutted out of the room, Sanji was left by himself trying to figure out his jumbled thoughts

“(y/n)-chan likes me… oh am i an idiot, i can’t believe i thought she liked that stupid swordsman” Sanji muttered to nobody in particular. “i have to make this right with her, i’ve been nothing but rude, i can’t believe i hurt a precious lady’s feelings.” That’s it, tomorrow i’ll set things straight with her!! Sanji thought to himself. He then hightailed it to his room ready for the events to take place, he dreamed of what he would say and how you would react, he was like a teenage girl getting ready for their first date. Though i guess it was partially true.

Seagulls cawing woke Sanji up like usual, he always gets up first to make breakfast for everyone. He honestly enjoys having people that he can cook for everyday. By now Sanji is in the kitchen already started breakfast when everyone started flooding into the kitchen waiting to eat, especially Luffy. Sanji noticed you had walked in the kitchen a while ago, he’s trying his hardest not to drop everything and run over to you begging for forgiveness. As Sanji day dreamed while he cooked, surprisingly never once making a mistake, he finally finished breakfast serving it to the whole crew. Making sure to give you a little extra. The atmosphere was a little awkward at first but with the help of Usopp and Luffy arguing over whose food was whose, it quickly returned to normal.

Sanji had quickly took notice of how you clung to Zoro the entire time you were in the kitchen, which he didn’t particularly like but it was technically his fault for making you upset so he let it slide this time, next time he probably won’t be so nice.

After everyone was done eating Sanji had to stay to clean up the dishes, usually you would help him with them but recently you haven’t been; which is understandable. When Sanji was done with the dishes he moseyed his way on down to the deck, where he would find you sitting with a book in your hand reading in the shade. As he approached you, you looked up at him in confusion, wondering why he was coming over to you. He now stood in front of you with a soft look on his face that you couldn’t help but stare at. He was more nervous than anything though.

“Would it be alright with you if we went somewhere private to talk?” Sanji politely asked.

“oh um, yeah sure” you replied baffled by what he just said, he had ignored you for a whole week and is now asking to talk privately?!? What is happening. “i was thinking we could go to the kitchen?” Sanji suggests. “sure, lead the way.” you say.

As you are walking to the kitchen with Sanji you look back to find Zoro smirking in your direction, you glare at him and he gives you a thumbs up. You turn back trying not to let him see you embarrassed. Entering the kitchen Sanji stands by the stove and you sit by the table, this may seem like awkward positioning, and trust me, it is. It also wasn’t helping that Sanji was keeping quiet, after like 5 minutes you finally said something to clear up the awkward silence.

“I’m really sorry for ignoring you, Sanji. I just thought that maybe you would need your own space since you didn’t seem like you wanted to talk to me anymore. I was worried that i was suffocating you so i thought you might be better by yourself. Then you started ignoring me and it confirmed my thoughts, so i just ended up leaving you alone.” you spit out hoping he would understand.

“Wow, calm down (y/n). I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m the one who ignored you in the first place because i was mad that you liked someone else and i couldn’t stand the thought of you being with someone other than me. So i decided to ignore you”. Sanji started to walk over to you and sat down in the chair beside you. I’m sorry, for what i said to you, i want you to be in my business, i want to have you by my side all the time. Nami told me how dumb i was being for not realizing sooner that you liked me. But how could i think that someone as beautiful and kind as you would like me?” As Sanji was finishing up his little confession, you were slowly moving closer to one another. You let out a little chuckle “ how could you have thought i liked someone else, i thought it was obvious i was in love with you” you said through your smile. Sanji was about to pass out with what you just said, You, Love, Him. He was over the moon!

“YOU LOVE ME!! OH MY I COULDNT BE MORE HAPPY!!!” Sanji shouted almost jumping in his seat, with hearts in his eyes. Sanji was so relieved to hear you say that, now knowing he doesn’t have to worry about any competition. “of course i love you doofus i’ve been in love with you for like 3 years.” you confess. Sanji goes quiet. It scares you, did you say something wrong, does he not feel the same? It’s actually quite the opposite, he feels so much the same way that he froze in his seat. Now coming back to reality he stares at your blushing face as his progressively turns more red as well.

He then slowly takes his cigarette out of his mouth and looks into your eyes, he is getting closer by the second. As his lips near yours, he stops. “Can i please kiss you princess?” He asked in the most charming voice you’ve ever heard, how could you say no? “of course, my prince.” The confirmation is all he needed, before long his lips were on yours. It felt like a dream come true, his lips were soft, they tasted like sweets with a hint of tobacco. You passionately kissed him back, now having a full on make out session. His tongue licked your lips wanting in, and you gladly obliged, opening your mouth a tad for his tongue to find its way in. His hand, that was once placed so delicately on your cheek has now found it’s way behind your head pushing your lips onto his. Unfortunately for the both of you, you needed air. Pulling back from the heated kiss, you both slowly opened your eyes to stare at each other.

“That was one hell of a kiss” Sanji blurts out licking his lips. “Sanji!” you huff and hit him on the shoulder, he laughs and holds your hand. He pulls you into a nice warm hug. “You know, i have loved you for along time too” he says relating to what you said earlier. “i wish you would have told me that sooner” you say. Sanji laughs and hugs you tighter. “I love you.” “i love you too” you reply.

Both of you sat in each others arms for a majority of the day, the crew now annoyed with how much PDA they are going to have to witness from now on. Mostly Zoro.

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luffyvace · 9 months

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SHANKS X FEM READER

HEHEHEHEH..apologizes..i got this idea when i was drawing, for the record. the idea popped into my mind and i thought it was really funny. since i’m focusing on one piece content anyway, and this is shanks, why not? might as well right??

edit: here’s the male version!!

enjoy these fluffy breadcrumbs of a snack!

SOOO..😊🤭

y/n is a karaoke bar, bartender!!

how fun :)

and one night the bar is empty and is about to close anyway sooooo….

y/n thought..why not sing some songs herself?

theres no one around anyway right?! 😋

that’s right! y/n is gonna enjoy herself today! and indulge in some karaoke!

so she walks up the stage all confident and grabs the mic

she puts on her favorite song

and sings to her hearts content

whether that’s soft, quiet, loud, strong whatever!

what did it matter?

she was having fun!

it was at the part of the song everyone knows

which required a high pitch

and man did she hit that high note!

”oh MAN! i really hit that high note didn’t i?!”

y/n heard a chuckle behind her and spun around with a surprised face

shanks was there listening and laughed at her talking to herself

“what are you doing here?! i thought this place was empty?!”

shanks just kept laughing which got on y/n’s nerves a bit

she turns off the music and gets off the stage to clean up some more

”so are you gonna explain or what”

shanks starts looking around before seemingly finding something, holding it up in the air, “left my wallet”

he says it with a smirk too

you shake your head and turn back around as you finish cleaning up the last table

and since you had your back turned to him you couldn’t see him as he came up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss against your neck as he whispered into your ear,

”so you wanna go on a date sometime soon or what”

he said it as if he was mocking you from earlier but was hoping you’d except his offer deep down

“normally your supposed to ask a girl out before you kiss her”

with that said, you didn’t give him a chance to answer as you spun around giving him a quick peck on the lips

you walked out the door locking it with the key and started heading to your car

shanks was stunned seeing as though he wasn’t expecting a kiss and only when you were almost to your car did he realized he was locked in

”y/n!! yyy/nnnn!! hey!! let me out!” he said banging on the window as you snickered, getting into your car and driving away

:) IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUTTTT………IM GONNA START WORKING ON THE MALE VERSION IMMEDIATELY 🤭😋😋

omg i really hope you guys like this. i love it. please please please if you wanna ask for headcanons of this topic don’t hold back i have the utmost motivation for it!!

SHANKS STANS COME GET YOUR FOOOOOD!!

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journey-thru-six-ears · 3 months

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---X--- Liu'Er Mihou x Reader ---X---

---X--- Headcanons [p1] ---X---

[Since I'm absolutely feral and in love with this nasty monkey, i'll share my nasties with others who have the same freak-mode feels for him! ]

[some FERAL and not-so-feral Headcanons for reader needs! Also, another note. These are not for the Mac from LMK, these are for my fandom-take AU of Liu'Er Mihou from the Journey to the West materials.]

>>> SFW

x-If you can't or won't accept the fact he smells, most of the time, his time isn't for you! He's a gross, stinkier monkey even than Sun Wukong! [call him a stinker, he loves it!] He does, however, wear spiced colognes on some chosen occasions. Hints of cinnamon, cloves, birch, even vanilla with some hints of cedar or mint.

x-Do NOT address personal pains or squabbles with Liu'Er as he will ensure that your squabbles are dealt with... accordingly. Unless, that is what you want. [meaning...don't vent things about folks you'd like to continue LIVING.]

x-Loves doting on you and melts when he receives the affection as well. He. Will. Thrive.

x-Appreciates gentle ear massages, as headaches and over stimulation are common place within his everyday occurrences. Gently covering his ears for even a short moment calms many a tensed nerves... he'll surely be 100% gracious.

x-Gifts small items that he expresses make him think of you. He knows you'll love them, as well.

x-He's heavy on physical touching and affection. He wants you to feel absolute enamor as he does. He'll groom you, nip your skin and nape of your neck, and lay on your with the utmost joy. He's like a weighted blankie. [he's working on the gentle part]

x-He is wildly possessive, don't take this lightly. He is extremely territorial and does not openly share. You are his, and he solely promised himself as yours.

[read below for the nsfw's]

>>> NSFW

x-Be warned, your belongings will end up being defiled 'lovingly' by him, especially if you plan to be absent for hours or days at a time. He misses you.

x-Kissing and petting, light or heavy, will almost always guarantee heavier kissing and touching. Or, at most sloppy tonguing and end in big fluster. He loves kisses.

x-Bitemarks, scratches, accidental bruising, [he's passionate]

x-Will compare you to how delectable you...taste, especially in every way that he's tasted you. Musk and sweat be upon the and he's such a beast for YOUR stink. He'll compare you to his most savory meats that he's consumed He pledges to savor your for eternity upon every heavy moonlight evening.~

x-Favorite task? Eating you out, of course. [or sucking 'D'~! no exemptions.] He loves your taste, so-so much. He loves leaving his lover a blissfully shaking, drenched mess.

x-Favorite position? Under you, of course. [refuses to admit this] Feeling your weight upon a full belly of meat that he ingested prior drives him to an end SO FAST beneath your bottom slamming down upon his guts. The shifting and grinding is H E A V E N L YYY~. He also really enjoys good ol' primal doggystyle. He's big on mounting and just...hilting deep within your guts. He's a beast for cock-warming, too. so don't move!

---X--- Notes ---X---

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What If I Told It In My Dreams

Fandom: MDZS/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Untamed

Pairing: Xiyao

Characters: Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao

Rating: M (There will be a second chapter of this, and this will Increase at that point)

Summary:

To the best of Lan Xichen's knowledge Jin Guangyao had not been a sleepwalker before the war. Not once while on the run had he woken to see his companion’s slight form - the same one now silhouetted in the faint moonlight from the open door of the Hanshi - wandering about their camps or rooms.

Jin Guangyao sleepwalks his way to the Hanshi, to his er-ge's bed, and straight into a love confession neither of them were expecting out of a mundane visit to the Cloud Recesses.

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This fic is result of meing being possessed by this post, and a very fun back-and-forth brainstorming conversation with @dumbbo-yyy. 'This will be fun and short and sweet!' I said, 'this will be good practice before getting into Xiyao prompts for the gotcha4gaza' I said. Well, most of these things are true, but hope you enjoy 5K words of silly and sweet goo before an eventual smutty chapter 2 to come - rating and tags will be adjusted accordingly at that point, but for now all you'll have to look out for is a flash of Lan Xichen's Horny Thoughts(TM).

When Lan Xichen woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the Hanshi’s door opening, his first reaction was to call Shuoyue to his hand. He felt this was a reasonable reaction; everyone had been more on edge since the war, and to the best of his knowledge Jin Guangyao had not been a sleepwalker before it either. Not once while on the run had he woken to see his companion’s slight form - the same one now silhouetted in the faint moonlight from the open door - wandering about their camps or rooms.

“A-Yao?” Xichen asked, his voice rather rougher with sleep and more confused than normal. He sent Shuoyue back to her stand with a flick of his hand and his qi. “Is something the matter?”

A-Yao didn’t reply. Instead he crossed the room to where Xichen was still lying half propped up on one elbow. He placed a hand on the bed so he could lean closer. Xichen was very aware of the way the bed dipped to the side of him, the warmth of A-Yao so close, the way he could just barely feel A-Yao’s breath ghost over his face. He scarcely dared to move.

Xichen was not ashamed to admit to himself, but perhaps he would be ashamed to admit out loud, that he had dreamed of this at least a few times before. A-Yao would seek him out some time in the evening, or even later at night when he should have been asleep. He would breathe out, “Er-ge,” or if Xichen’s mind was feeling particularly forward, “Huan-ge,” and then climb into his lap or over him in bed and kiss him, every hot and lovely line of him pressed up against Xichen. Things would inevitably progress from there and Xichen would wake up in desperate need of a good long while in meditation or an early morning dip in the cold springs, all the while reminding himself that the sound of A-Yao crying his name as he finished was not a thing he got to have. Or sometimes, he would not need either of those things at all…

Despite certain similarities, that did not seem to be what was happening now. All of his senses were far too sharp, for one, and he really wasn’t sure his mind would make up something quite like A-Yao saying, in a much more light and affectionate voice than usual, “Goodnight kiss for Zewu-jun,” just before kissing him right in the center of his forehead.

“A-Yao, what?” Xichen managed to force out around the sudden and all-consuming squeeze of his heart in his chest. His skin was tingling where A-Yao had kissed, and a delighted, if also slightly confused, shiver ran down his spine.

Instead of replying, A-Yao said, “Goodnight kiss for er-ge,” and kissed the same spot again. This time his hands also came up to cradle Xichen’s head, thumbs running back and forth across the place that his forehead ribbon would lay if he were not dressed for sleep. That plunged Xichen into an entirely different kind of wanting, the kind where his ribbon was A-Yao’s to touch, his to keep.

It already was, but up until this moment Xichen had not been sure it was something A-Yao might even want, for all his own personal longings.

He’d barely had time to catalog, much less actually sort through, any of those feelings, before A-Yao straightened back up and turned to leave without another word. Xichen stood from the bed, feeling as ungainly as when he was young and still learning how to grow into his long limbs, and took a few large strides across the room to catch A-Yao with a hand on his upper arm before he could walk back out the door. “Please, A-Yao, is something the matter? You are acting… unlike yourself.”

When A-Yao didn’t turn to look at him, or make any other acknowledgment that he’d even heard, Xichen took his other arm and gently turned him himself. A-Yao moved without any sort of resistance. His eyes were open and looking forward, but they did not appear to be seeing.

For one terrible moment of stomach-dropping terror, Xichen thought that somehow his younger sworn brother, his A-Yao, his heart, had been turned into a puppet. He yanked at the collar of A-Yao’s under-shirt, pulling it down far enough to see that his neck was still unblemished in the moonlight. It was impossible anyway, wasn’t it? There should have been no remnants of Yin Iron anywhere near Gusu to trouble them.

“A-Yao, are you… asleep?” Xichen asked finally, as the last possible option. This time, he did not expect an answer. “Let me take you back to your rooms.” He placed one hand at A-Yao’s back, between his shoulder blades, and took his hand with the other, to guide him down the short set of steps leading up to the Hanshi. How he had managed to navigate up them without tripping or making noise the first time Xichen was not sure.

By the position of the moon in the sky, the shichen was zi. Cloud Recesses should be quiet and mostly empty, but Xichen still took them along lesser used pathways behind buildings and through wooded gardens just in case. A-Yao would not appreciate being seen in this state of undress.

It did have the unfortunate side effect of giving Xichen plenty of time to think on his suddenly heightened awareness of A-Yao beside him, of every place they touched. His hand between A-Yao’s shoulder blades, and the way he could either spread out his fingers to cover much of the span of his back, or how he could let it slip lower to rest at the curve of his waist. The loose hair brushing across the back of his hand, soft and lovely and so tempting to run his fingers through.

A-Yao’s hands, Xichen was more acquainted with. He had been so bold as to run his thumbs soothingly across them the first time that they met, after all, trying to communicate wordlessly that he deserved far more than the scorn heaped upon him by the young cultivators around him. And then, when Xichen had been injured and weak with fever on the run from the Wens, those hands had tended his wounds with competence and gentleness. Since, he had watched A-Yao’s hands on teacups and on swords, held forward to bow, and in controlled, elegant gestures as he explained some brilliant idea. This didn’t mean, though, that Xichen had any tolerance built up against the wanting inspired by A-Yao’s touch. Right now his hand was limp and relaxed, but Xichen could imagine the sensation of those smaller fingers lacing through his own. Could dream of A-Yao lifting their hands to his lips to kiss Xichen’s with a secretive smile on his face. It was for the best for both of them, perhaps, that they were walking uninhabited paths of Cloud Recesses, as Xichen felt his ears flame at the idea.

Reaching the walled courtyard around the guest quarters was a relief from Xichen’s own mind, but did present a new problem: although Cloud Recess was back to it’s old quiet, isolated self, everyone felt more comfortable with an increased watch after the Sunshot Campaign. The disciple at the gate looked alert for a Lan at this time of night. Objectively a good thing, although it meant they would require another route in. How A-Yao himself left without raising notice was a question he suspected he may never get an answer to.

“Apologies, A-Yao,” Xichen said, and hooked an arm beneath his legs to lift him. The way his relaxed head and neck drooped backwards was too disconcerting, so Xichen arranged the man in his arms so that A-Yao’s head rested against his shoulder, and his arms draped around Xichen’s neck. Then, he had to take a moment just for himself, to revel in the feeling of A-Yao pressed to his chest, the perfect comfort in that pressure and weight. Xichen’s precious burden and his feelings secured, he jumped silently over the fence.

They landed alongside A-Yao’s pavilion, in the shadows between it and a tall pine tree. In the courtyard, no one lingered outside of their rooms, although it seemed a few might still be awake by the diffuse light from behind window screens. Xichen made sure to step carefully and stick to the shadows along the building, until he could slip through the door to A-Yao’s room.

Inside, he crept through the dark, aware that if he were to kick over a table all his caution would have been for not. The bed itself, he could see as his eyes adjusted, was well rumpled, as if before A-Yao began his nighttime wanderings he had not been sleeping restfully. Xichen didn’t have the hands to rearrange the bed neatly again, so on top of the blankets it would have to be.

Except, when he set A-Yao onto the bed and made to stand, he was stopped by the arms around his neck. It seemed at some point that A-Yao had clasped his hands, and would not be so easily dislodged.

“Please, A-Yao, I need to return,” Xichen murmured to him.

A-Yao made a noise in his sleep, a displeased sounding one. As if he had heard and understood.

Xichen contemplated his options. Coaxing A-Yao’s arms away would be easy enough, or he could slip his head out from between them, but the thought was suddenly unconscionable. A-Yao hadn’t been sleeping well here, and the dark circles beneath his eyes had not gone unnoticed either, so Xichen suspected he was not sleeping well at home either. He could not bear to disturb him when it seemed, in a mirror of Xichen’s own wishes, A-Yao wanted him to stay.

He could lay down right here next to A-Yao and fall back asleep. He was sure sleep would come to him very easily, even though it wasn’t his own bed, with the comforting warmth of A-Yao beside him. But then, what explanation could be given for the sect leader having spent the night in his own guest quarters? No, it had to be better to bring A-Yao back to the Hanshi after all. The two of them had taken breakfast together before, or gone for walks in the early morning, on days when A-Yao was awake early enough to keep Lan hours. Although Xichen now had a suspicion that it may be after nights when he had not slept at all. That would do - he would just need to wake A-Yao in time in the morning and no one would be the wiser.

Back out through the door they went, then, and over the wall to retrace their steps through the gardens. This time though, Xichen held A-Yao the whole way. A-Yao had not released his arms, and so the thought of putting him down had barely even crossed Xichen’s mind before it was gone.

They made better time that way, as he didn’t have to be as aware of all the hazards that A-Yao could not see and may trip over. Before long, he was sliding open the door to the Hanshi, and then laying A-Yao down for a second time, on his own bed. He immediately missed the weight and heat of him.

Xichen sat down beside A-Yao, leaning down so as to not tug on his own neck. He ran a hand up and down A-Yao’s upper arm soothingly, and said, “I promise I will stay. Will you let me go?” A-Yao made another set of sleepy grumbling noises, which Xichen found unbearably cute, but then surprisingly released his grip. He left his arms stretched out across the empty space of the bed, as if he was reaching for Xichen even still.

Xichen slid into the empty side of the bed, and carefully draped one of A-Yao’s outstretched arms across his own chest before he could get caught in thoughts of what they each would or would not do in the daylight, the lines of propriety he was choosing to cross in the shadowy, unreal time between dusk and dawn. Some small, unnoticed tension leaked out of Xichen’s body at the weight. A-Yao, for his part, made another noise and cuddled closer, his head shifting until it nearly touched Xichen’s, and the arm across Xichen’s chest tightening just enough to be holding rather than laying limply.

Xichen let out a shaky breath through the sudden squeeze in his heart, and turned his head so he could kiss A-Yao on the forehead in a mirror of the kiss that began this all. “Goodnight, A-Yao,” he whispered into the small, warm space between them, such an intimacy that it seemed the words were swallowed by the silence of the house.

He wasn’t sure if he would be able to sleep, through the onslaught of feelings that A-Yao here in his bed like this caused in him, but Xichen was out almost the moment he closed his eyes.

Jin Guangyao startled awake sometime in the small hours before dawn to the sensation, of all things, that he was too warm. That barely even happened in Lanling’s hot and stifling summers, much less when visiting Cloud Recesses. Next he realized that he was in the wrong bed, and the source of the extra, unexpected heat was another person in it next to him. In this moment perhaps more than any others, he was grateful for his body’s instinct to freeze and assess when startled, as he breathed through a jolt of fear.

This was not the brothel.

He was many years away from the risk of a patron finding their way to his bed uninvited.

By the pervasive scent of sandalwood and pine, he was still in Cloud Recesses, and a quick assessment of himself showed he was unbound, uninjured, and still clothed. His instincts had kept his bedmate from waking as he did - despite the way one of his arms was slung across a broad chest and his knees tucked up between his body and the person’s hip - which would afford Jin Guangyao the chance to carefully draw himself away and see who this person was, and then slip away with them none the wiser.

Even still he had to clench his jaw to help concentrate past the rapid, fearful beat of his heart as he gently leaned back from where their heads rested on the same pillow, only a cun away from Jin Guangyao pressing his forehead to their temple. The man’s face came into focus, the serene sleeping features of Lan Xichen.

There had been fury waiting in the wings of Jin Guangyao’s heart, hidden behind the fear. He was grateful to be lying down in the face of his sudden light-headedness as both feelings drained away.

So then, what had brought him here? He didn’t feel sick or in pain, at least no more than usual, so this was not a case of a sudden illness in the night and er-ge staying by his side at the healers. Nor had he fallen asleep in the Hanshi; Jin Guangyao had a distinct memory of walking back to his own guest quarters after taking tea with er-ge last night.

That left one option. More than once since the war, Jin Guangyao had fallen asleep in his own room and woken sometime later standing in a garden or colonnade or empty hall echoing with the silence of deep night. He’d taken to locking his door, but had foolishly, hubristically, thought that here in Cloud Recesses he might have less to guard against. He wasn’t even sure that had been a conscious thought, which was infinitely worse.

And where had that thought brought him? To er-ge’s bed. As if his sleeping mind knew what he wanted most, and discarded all of the barriers he put up against it in his waking life to bring him right here.

The last time they had slept like this had been when they were in hiding together. Single rush mats or hard, small beds; threadbare blankets that left them both shivering horribly, it had only been… sensible to share. Jin Guangyao didn’t think he’d had as good of a night’s sleep since. Not in Nightless City under Wen Ruohan’s ever-paranoid eye, or in Jinlintai amongst it’s unique crowd of vipers. He took all of those questions about the last time he’d felt safe enough to relax and sleep without worry and shoved them to the back of his mind. He’d always known what it meant to do what was needed, that was no different.

This though, this was not needed. It would not advance his reputation or his plans, may in fact actively harm them were anyone to find out and decide to gossip. (He might be safe from the Lans. Might. Jin Guangyao knew better than to trust even rigid rules when pitted against human nature.)

And yet.

And yet. He had shifted the blanket down off of his shoulder without thinking about it, and now he was the perfect temperature. Warm and sinking into the bed, surprisingly soft for his expectations of the Lan clan. Er-ge’s breathing was quiet and even, bringing Jin Guangyao’s into pace with it, and stilling much of the storm that was always stirring in his heart or mind. If he let himself forget for a moment all of the reasons and admonishments, he could let his head fall forward, lean against er-ge’s temple the way it almost was when he woke. He could linger here, in this quiet, timeless moment suffused with the smell of sandalwood incense and fir trees, and with a wanting so gentle it nearly didn’t hurt. Just long enough to fill his heart with something that could sustain him for a little while when he needed to leave. He could do this and still slip away before er-ge and the rest of Could Recesses woke.

He remembered dozing for some time, stretches of peace without thought interspersed with indulgent awareness of comfort, and soft robes beneath his curled hands. And then, he was waking to the feeling of er-ge rising from bed, and cursing himself for letting his guard down a second time within the same night.

Something made Jin Guangyao stay still and keep his eyes closed. He let himself lie sleepy and relaxed in er-ge’s bed, as he listened to him move about the room. The sounds of rustling fabric as he dressed, a comb through his hair, and then his footsteps were returning to the side of the bed.

Lan Xichen leaned over and kissed his forehead, right where he painted his cinnabar dot. With his lips still close enough to brush Jin Guangyao’s skin as he spoke, he said, “I will be back with breakfast momentarily, love.”

Jin Guangyao had years and years of iron control to draw on. Years of holding himself still, and smiling, and subservient, or whatever other emotion another person expected of him. Years of speaking with perfect care, always choosing the words that would show himself as a refined gentleman, that would only enhance his reputation. All of it deserted him in an instant, as he opened his eyes and reached out to grasp at the sleeve of his er-ge’s robes. He asked, “Do you mean it?”

Er-ge jerked just the tiniest bit in surprise, and some distant corner of Jin Guangyao’s mind wanted to smile at catching him, always so perfectly upright and graceful, off guard. “Huh? A-Yao did I wake you? I am sorry.”

Jin Guangyao ignored that question in light of repeating his much more pressing one. “Did you mean it?”

Now er-ge just sounded confused rather that surprised. “Mean what? That I will return with breakfast? It really will just be a moment, but you can sleep longer if you wish.”

Merciful Guanyin, was he going to have to say it? But no, he had years and years of practice keeping it behind his teeth, all the way back to when his er-ge was only Lan-zongzhu and there had been an impulse in his fingers to sign off every secret letter, “In case I never see you again, I fear I have fallen in love with you.” It kept him from being able to say it now. Instead, his hand flexed a little tighter in the fabric of er-ge’s sleeve, and he said, “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.” He’d intended it to come out a bit tart, a bit teasing, but the slowness of early morning diluted his tone down far too close to pleading.

Er-ge’s eyes softened, and he sat back down on the bed. Jin Guangyao was hyper-aware of how their hips nearly brushed, the blanket between them pulling tight across his waist as it was caught beneath er-ge.

One of er-ge’s hands reached out, as if to touch Jin Guangyao’s face, but then stopped at the last moment. Instead he laid it over the hand on his sleeve. “Does A-Yao want me to mean it?” he asked. He did a much better job at a teasing tone, but underneath was a steady earnestness, that promised if Jin Guangyao said no, he would step away and get breakfast. They would eat and drink tea, perhaps walk the paths on the mountain, and the conversation would drift in other directions, never to find its way back again. If that is what he wanted.

He did not want that vision, not at all. He wanted his er-ge’s love, wanted to be able to love him in return. Even if it did nothing to advance his plans, to advance his reputation. He swallowed hard, and turned that iron control in a different direction, towards making himself speak. “I want you to mean it. Please, er-ge. Please mean it.”

Er-ge’s face lit up, like he’d set off a firework beneath his skin. “A-Yao, my A-Yao, my love.”

Jin Guangyao felt his cheeks heating, and resisted the nonsensical urge to say ‘you can’t say things like that!’ He was the one who had asked for it after all. Instead, he ran his hand up from Xichen’s arm to his shoulder, and tugged lightly before ordering. “Come back here, then, and kiss me.”

The way er-ge’s eyes darkened was very interesting; he cataloged that away for the future. And then, he didn’t think anymore at all because a pair of soft, warm lips were pressing to his own. Jin Guangyao let his eyes slip shut and wrapped his other hand around the back of er-ge’s neck.

It kept him from going very far when he pulled back, and searched Jin Guangyao’s face. He must have been satisfied with what he saw, because he smiled so brightly, and tipped forward again, this time to rest their foreheads together. Even more than the kiss, the feeling of the metal cloud piece of er-ge’s ribbon against his skin made him gasp. “My er-ge. My Lan Xichen,” he tested out into the bare inches of space between him, his voice curling around the words possessively, and heard er-ge’s breath hitch.

And then er-ge was kissing him again, once, twice, three more times. Each just that bit firmer than the last, enough to start to bring up the heat in Jin Guangyao’s blood, before he pulled back. Jin Guangyao was just about to work himself up to a pout when er-ge asked, with a truly incandescent joy in audible in his voice, “Would A-Yao mind if breakfast was delayed? I did not get the chance to properly appreciate holding you.”

Well, now, how was he supposed to complain about such a sweet request like that? He found himself shaking his head, while the arms still around er-ge pulled him in closer in answer.

Er-ge planted one knee on the bed, so he was momentarily looming over Jin Guangyao, which he filed away for more exploration later given the swoop in his stomach. Then er-ge swung his other leg up too, to the other side of Jin Guangyao, and tipped himself in an undignified sprawl onto the empty, opposite side of the bed. The corners of his mouth were drawn up in delight and amusement, seemingly at his own antics, and his eyes crinkled up. The near-laughter on his face carried over into his voice as he said, “Come here,” and reached out an arm to drag Jin Guangyao over on top of him, so he was laying with his back to er-ge’s chest.

And, oh. Jin Guangyao breathed out and felt as if all of his muscles and bones had deserted him with how easily he relaxed into that hold. He tipped his head back so it was pillowed on er-ge’s shoulder, and his eyes drifted back shut almost without his own accord. His body reminding him with a vengeance that he’d had an interrupted night of sleep and this was still earlier morning than he preferred, and then throwing in, just for good measure, that he was now warm, comfortable, and safe.

“I’ve dreamed of doing this,” er-ge said, wrapping his arms across Jin Guangyao’s chest and belly, and pressing a kiss against his temple. “I will be content for as long as you might want to still sleep.”

Jin Guangyao didn’t fully sleep again, but he did let himself drift as the sun slowly crept up over the windowsills and across the floor. He could feel the rise and fall of er-ge’s breathing against his back, and a hand rubbing gently up and down over his side. But, he wasn’t accustomed to lazing for particularly long, no matter how blissful the excuse. Eventually he stretched a little to indicate that he was fully awake again, and reached out to take one of er-ge’s hands and lace their fingers together above his stomach. He could feel er-ge’s delight in the sharp breath against his back.

“Good morning, A-Yao.”

“Mn, good morning,” Jin Guangyao said, and then asked one of the questions that had been on his mind. “Er-ge, how did we end up here?” He lifted his free hand to indicate the bed, the Hanshi, all of it.

“Do you have no memory of it?”

“I have a suspicion about what happened, but will er-ge tell it for me?” Jin Guangyao hoped that he hadn’t made a fool of himself in some way, but there was a touch of anxiety swirling low in his gut over the answer.

“I am not sure what happened before this, but A-Yao came to the Hanshi last night while you were still asleep-” yes, just as Jin Guangyao had feared “-ostensibly to say goodnight, and to give me a… goodnight kiss.”

Oh dear. If er-ge was stumbling over his words even after they had exchanged more kisses, he must have behaved egregiously. He kept his body relaxed against er-ge’s chest with a force of will, and asked in a lighthearted tone, “Hopefully I have been able to provide better kisses while awake?”

Er-ge laughed lightly at himself, and shook his head. “A-Yao only kissed my forehead. But it was unexpected. Before that, I wanted to believe that this is what we meant to each other, but I didn’t know.”

“I didn’t want to show it,” Jin Guangyao whispered. “It was…” He thought of promises from sect leaders. Of tower stairs. Vicious rumor mills that had said things about him and Nie-zongzhu even when Nie Mingjue had never looked back at him with the same kind of heat he recognized in Lan Xichen’s eyes. Rumors that were more than happy to look at all his accomplishments, his cultivation, his status and attribute them only to the bedroom at the slightest hint… The way much of that was still there, would always still be there. The way that this one wanting had never been meant to grow so large as to put at risk all the others.

“Mn,” er-ge hummed gently, and tightened his arms in a silent acknowledgment. Jin Guangyao breathed out all the tension from his chest and his muscles at not having to say it out loud.

“So then,” he brought them back to the topic at hand. “What occurred next?”

“I walked A-Yao back to his rooms, but we had to go over the wall to avoid the guard.”

“That seems like a flaw in your guard rotation, er-ge,” Jin Guangyao interrupted, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Ahem, well.”

He turned his head so he could glimpse er-ge’s thoroughly pink ears, and took advantage of the proximity to shift just a bit further and press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll stop, I’ll stop.” A part of his brain peeled off to consider modifications that could be made from his old Nie rosters to work for the Lan, but that was a concern firmly for later.

Er-ge stole another kiss before he continued, “When I tried to return you to bed, you ah, wouldn’t let go. I decided it would be easier if I brought you back here.”

“Easier how?”

“We often take breakfast, or morning walks. It would raise less questions.”

Jin Guangyao could admit that the logic was sound, even if it had given him a moment’s panic in the middle of the night. Well, full story told it did not seem as if he had behaved too egregiously, and certainly couldn’t complain about the end result. Even still, he sighed, and said, “Ah, it is as I had feared, then.”

“Does A-Yao find himself sleepwalking often?”

“Sometimes, recently. More often when I am restless or have something on my mind.”

“And did you sleep well here?” Xichen sounded just the slightest bit hesitant, and hopeful. It was sweet, unbearably so.

In revenge for that feeling - or perhaps as a reward, he couldn’t quite decide - Jin Guangyao stretched luxuriously, letting one arm land in such a way that it curled around the back of er-ge’s neck. “Hm, wonderfully,” he said, letting the words stretch lazily across his tongue. It was the truth, too. Even his intermittent dozing had left him feeling more rested than he had in days.

Er-ge nosed against Jin Guangyao’s neck, newly in reach, and said into the hollow behind his ear, “Well then, A-Yao will simply have to share my bed any time he is in Cloud Recesses.”

“Er-ge!”

“I had meant for sleeping, but A-Yao can of course share my bed in other ways if he would like.”

There were still things Jin Guangyao would need to think through - what they would be to each other, what they would appear to be to the world. How this would fit with his other ambitions, or possibly even rewrite them. But for now, for now he tilted his head to show more of his neck, flexed his hand against er-ge’s skin, and said, “Yes.”

#mdzs #lan xichen #jin guangyao #xiyao #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #tmariea writes

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quick little Kyle Drabble I wrote! Enjoy and Happy Halloween! 🎃 ———————————————— Kyle looked up at Zoe with the biggest most adoring brown eyes, smiling as he watched her get ready. It was Halloween, and while Kyle didn’t understand everything about it, he knew that it meant candy, and he liked candy.

Zoe hadn’t exactly dressed up, just wearing her normal attire and some party makeup which only enhanced her pretty features that made Kyle’s undead heart beat faster.

“G-goo C-Ca- - Candyyy” He groaned out, blinking at her a few times as he stood up from her bed. He was dressed in black and Zoe had used her eyeliner to paint whiskers and a nose on his face. He was a cat. Or a ‘tac’ because Kyle couldn’t exactly find out how to say cat just yet.

“Caaaandy-yyy” He slurred out, obviously eager to get going. He was much too old to trick or treat, but he wouldn’t understand that and Zoe couldn’t bring herself to have Kyle miss out on the fun.

She turned back to him and nodded, walking to the door and opening it, Kyle right behind her, little pumpkin bucket clutched in his hands as he stumbled out the bedroom door into the hall.

The sound of children’s laughter and squeals of delight were heard outside and it only increased Kyle’s excitement, bouncing wobbly on the balls of his feet as he watched Zoe for the next move. ————————————— “T-triiii-Trickkk o-or treattt” Kyle smiled, holding his already nearly half full pumpkin bucket out to the nice old lady who answered the door. She gave a sympathetic look to Zoe before giving Kyle an extra handful of candy before waving goodbye.

Kyle’s makeup had smeared off a bit and chocolate covered his lips as he messily ate piece after piece, the creamy candy melting on his tongue.

Eventually he got tired, legs hurting and he looked at Zoe for help, now satisfied with his haul of candy.

“H-ho-homeee. G-go ba-back.” He spoke, blinking tiredly as he swayed on his feet. Zoe made sure to get him back before he crashed and the second they were back in her room at the academy he fell onto her bed and was asleep no more than a minute later, candy spilled out of his little bucket and Zoe quickly collected it for him before tucking him in, wiping off as much of the makeup as she could.

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pinkhoneydrop · 1 year

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Its A Game pt. 2

[ A/N ] - Part 2 is here!!! i love it i hope you love it please let me know what you think or if you have an idea for this story let me know otherwise enjoy :)

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!

[ Genre ] - fluff, smut future angst

[ Word Count ] - 2.5k

[ Part one ]

[ Masterlist ]

As much as it may seem, neither of you truly belonged to anyone. You hadn’t had a boyfriend in a long while and Harry was known to have a few flings here and there. You just hoped that this thing between the two of you was more than that. In truth both of you were scared to take that step but Harry seemed do unserious about it. You decided that after the amazing gesture he made last night for your birthday meant that you should give this a real try. Really put your heart out there.

You were spent the next morning when you woke up. Legs sore and heart happy, as well as other parts of you thanks to Harry and his many talents. Your impromptu late birthday celebration lasted well into the early hours of the morning. Cups filled with vodka and mixers swirled up in the passing time. Body parts tangled up with sheets and fabrics and here you were in Harry’s bed just waking up for the day. Peaking one eye open you saw the piled-up duvet and blankets on the opposite side of the bed. You reached your hand out and felt the material with your warm hand and found it to be cool to the touch. A small coy smile played on your lips. The sound of the elevator door opening meant Harry was just arriving back at his flat after leaving for a well-deserved run.

Taking a deep breath, you stretched in the bed. Bones cracking and lengthening all together.

“Ahh there’s the Birthday princess, sleeping beauty herself.” Harry spoke softly as he entered the bedroom. The large bed was being drenched with sun and you looked beautiful. Harry smiled to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed you were laying in. you pushed the duvet down to greet Harry with a proper good morning. Your top half was bare, smooth skin left to ruminate in the bright morning sun. nipples soft and peeking out of the sheet falling from your body.

The two of you shared a sweet good morning and decided it was time to replenish from the night’s activities. The kitchen of the penthouse was exactly as you would expect, eclectic but still modern and earthy, just like the man stood across from you making you eggs. The pan sizzled as he added ingredients, and you sat on the counter next to him. Your legs dangled above the floor and your hands were busy holding your phone.

Social media was no stranger to you. The world of the rich and famous knew you well and you had many friends in the industry. Harrys fans have known you to be spotted with him a few times in the past, but the photos were few and far in between. Like the one a fan account just posted of you and your close friend in your hotel room just a day ago before Harry’s show last night.

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@/harryflorials @yyY/nn3 and her friend @/assa22 before Harry’s show having a dance party.

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Harryfan_1 aww so cute!

Harryfan113 wait…do they know each other?

y/nharryshipper @harry fan113 yesss they’ve been friends for quite some time now. Hopefully more in the future.

You laughed a bit as you tapped the screen to leave a like on the picture. A few seconds later and your phone buzzed for a while as people mentioned you more in the comments. Most comments were nice but of course some people didn’t have nice thoughts about you hanging around “their man”. It made you laugh a bit harder, catching the attention of harry as he finished up placing eggs on a couple plates for the two of you.

“Who is it I have to thank for blessing me with that cute laugh of yours? hmm?” harry moved to stand between your legs and nudge his nose against yours as you giggled again.

“Your fans found me again.”

“Being nice I hope.”

“As nice as fangirls can be I guess.” You looked down at the food and your stomach growled. Harry helped you down from the countertop and sat down with you at the table to eat.

“You don’t have to worry darling I’ll be nice to you.”

The day was simple. After finishing breakfast, you lounged around the penthouse until Harry had to leave for soundcheck. Around 2 you left his penthouse. Your heels were forgotten next to his bed, and you wore a pair of his slippers to drive back to your hotel. You also stole a hoodie but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hut him. You had planned to get ready for the night with some friends of yours. Asara and Penn. Asara has been your friend since diapers the two of you are thick as thieves and don’t do anything without telling the other. Your other friend was Penn, short for Penelope.

The fangirls in your phone were still talking about how you intervened in their relationship with the star. You looked at some of their posts and liked a few tweets. You even shared a selfie to your Instagram story of the buildings moving in the window. Arriving back at the hotel you received a text message from Melissa, well Lizzo as her fans knew her. You met Lizzo about a year and a half ago through Harry and were fast friends. Often times the three of you will meet for dinner. You had seen each other in passing but it was at an award show you did some interviews for where you were introduced to her. The conversation the two of you carried on was short but you learned she would be in your section along with your friends.

Excitement buzzed in your chest as you and your friends threw clothing around the room trying to find outfits for the show. Make up hair supplies and shoes littered the room. Your friend Asara helped you sift through your luggage and soon enough you were in the shower getting ready to doll yourself up for the show. Penn arrived a bit later with more goodies in the form alcohol.

“She wants to ditch us for her man and then spend hours in the shower Asara. It a shame.” Penn joked as she walked past the bathroom.

“Ha-ha. I’m just taking your advice Penn. Weren’t you the one who said I should come on this trip?” you yelled out from the fog that covered the air in the shower. It actually was Penn’s Idea for you to come out here. You probably would have said yes to Harry either way, but Penn made it seem like a life or death situation. Both girls knew about your feelings for the man. How you wanted nothing more than to pleas your deep personal desires and live with him for the rest of your life like a princess. It wasn’t that simple though and you knew that. Harry was complicated but so were you. His list of exes was nothing compared to yours and you guessed that sometimes you could blame that on age.

The girls on the other side of the wall laughed loudly and it made you smile. Spending time with them like this was your favorite past time. Besides spending time with harry of course. Pretty soon you were out of the shower. A speaker sat on the nightstand near your bed was blaring Asara’s playlist. Lil Wayne, 21 Savage and The Weekend serenaded you as you all dressed. The three of you looked hot. Your outfit was red from head to toe. You wanted Harry to spot you from the stage as you wouldn’t be in the pit tonight. Asara was wearing an over sided shirt as a dress with black thigh highs. Penn had on a denim miniskirt and matching top with black heals. By the time, all three of you were ready it was time to head out to the venue.

“Okay ladies we need some shots before we go.” Asara was the first to crab the bottle of Casamigos from Penn’s bag. Penn lined up three shot glasses she brought, and you readied your camera. Once the song changed you started recording and the three of you did a cheer and downed the liquid.

“Fuck!” you groaned at the burning sensation and smiled at the warm feeling in your chest. Looking down at your phone you texted the video to Harry. The file sent with a swoosh and almost immediately a chime came back.

“I’m jealous.”

“Lmao you’re going to have some catching up to do after the show tn.”

“Wahh you say that like I’M the light weight. We both know that’s not true.”

“Well then, we’ll settle this later at the bar!”

You giggled at the messages rolled in. swiping out of the conversation you posted a quick photo of the three of you pre showtime fits.

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@yyY/nn3 the girls are back in town!

Photo credit to @/assa22

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@/harryflorals paparazzi caught @yyY/nn3 heading to another one of Harrys shows tonight with two of her friends!

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y/nharryshipper wtf she’s so hot!!

Harry_fan33 Harry really has some good taste I see why y’all like her frr!

Harryisbae_ hmmm little sus that she gone to two shows in a row…did she even pay for tickets???? Its givingggg desperate for attention.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. The show was amazing you and your friends met up with Lizzo and Sza in your section of the crowd. You all chanted along with the music and even caught Harry’s attention. Madison Square Garden was hue and you felt so proud of him for accomplishing this goal. After the music ceased and he did his first round of talking with the fans he got a question about you from a girl in the crowd.

“what’s your name sweetheart?”

“Emma!”

“Emma, what were you asking just a minute ago?”

“Can we say happy birthday to Y/n?” the girl’s question was met with roaring cheers. Fans screamed as they turned to find you. You giggled and hid behind your friends trying to avoid the attention.

“Absolutely, because I know it will embarrass her. For those of you who don’t know, Y/n is an important friend of mine and it was her birthday a few days ago. So, on a count of 3 we all will scream a big happy birthday.”

“1…2…3! Happy birthday!”

You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. You couldn’t believe this man. Forcing his fan to wish you a happy birthday. But you had to admit it was a happy birthday. The only thing that would make it better was if you could thank him personally. The grin never left your face the whole rest of the show. Secret waves and words were exchanged between the two of you.

On your left Asara was singing along. Her body catching the beat to Cinema.

“Something in the way you move.”

And you sang back even louder as you turned to dance on her.

“I like it when you dance for me.” Asara placed her hands on your hips and swayed along to the beat with you. Little did you know harry saw the whole thing. Seeing the two of you like that reminded him of when he used to joke about the two of you being lovers. It was innocent he never went too far but the two of you have done everything but be intimate with each other. The sate lights were already hot, and he wasn’t doing himself any favors by watching you grind against your friends. Taking another lap around the stage he was able to conceal his much-needed adjustment of his pants.

Thankfully for the both of you, you got your wish to thank him in person soon enough. Your entourage was being escorted to a car service ready to take you to a club for an after party. Ny was probable the best place you could think to party. The DJ’s are better than Miami and the people were hotter too. You and your friends arrived at the door before Harry made it. The three of you walked to the door along with Lizzo and she helped you get in. she didn’t stay for long but you do remember after several shots she appeared with Harry at her side. Leaving with a quick goodbye you were left standing in front of a gorgeous man who had no drink in his hand.

“We need to fix that immediately.” You said and pulled him towards your table. The bottle service came fast and left even faster. The music seemed to get louder as ore people joined you. Hid band made an appearance and a few other celebrities you couldn’t remember. Heat was on the rise as harry lead you out to the dance floor. You didn’t remember what song was playing all you knew was that a pair of hands were on your hips. The rings on his fingers gleamed in the sparce lighting.

“Angel, I saw what you did to Asara at my show. Do I get a taste too?” harry whispered in your ear. After 3 rounds of shots and nursing a vodka on the rocks his voice went right between your legs. The bass was beating in time with your heart as you pushed your ass into his hips.

"Tell me, were you always this pretty?" harry asked you as you turned to face him again. You looked perfect. Your corset top pushed your breasts up just so wonderfully and Harry thought he could dive into your cleavage. Your neck was laced with jewelry and all he thought about was how his rings would look next to the silver.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” you challenged him with those words but your eyes remined playful. “Complementing a girl with that stupid James bond voice.” You poked fun at him but secretly you enjoyed it. How he showered you with his thoughts and even when he did that dumb impression.

“Oh, hush I do it cause I know you like it.” He pulled you closer as he laughed. And he caught your eyes as he held you chest to chest. Harry almost whimpers at the thought of you. How soft your lips would feel on his. How warm your skin is. His mouth almost drooling at the image of your legs in a vice grip around one of his hands. Your body trembling from how hard you’ve came. His fingers wet from touching you. Leaning forward he dips you slightly and locks you into a deep kiss.

As the night progressed after the kiss things did get a bit wild. The alcohol was flowing and little blank pills started floating around and the appeal of white lines crossed both your minds briefly.

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@/harryflorals Harry kissing on a lucky girl last night after the show!

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Harryfan45 wait a minute who is thisssss

Harry_fan33 OMG IS THAT Y/N!!

y/nharryshipper @yyY/nn3 miss gurl you got some splainin to do!

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February Filth Fest: Rough Sex

Mommy!Hyunjin x sub!gn reader

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Hyunjin, bathroom sex, praise, humiliation, dumbification, soft degradation, kissing, dirty talk, aftercare.

Word Count: 731

‘Such a needy baby for Mommy aren’t you bunny?’

His hips snapped against yours, his cock pulsing within your slicked walls and his chest covering yours, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

‘Yes Mommy, I’m Mommy’s needy bunny right?’ You whined as your hands tangled in Hyunjin’s hair, his hand cradling the back of your head as his thrusts hit DEEP inside of you.

‘Always, always wanting Mommy’s cock don’t you?’ His face was buried in your neck, his words hot against your ear as you could feel yourself slide against the bathroom tile, the cold surface pressing against your back.

‘Need it all the time…need you’ Your eyes rolled into the back as Hyunjin hit a sensitive spot, your fingers clutched at the sides of Hyunjin’s back.

‘You look so beautiful whining over my cock’ Hyunjin’s hair fell into his eyes, you could feel the droplets of water drip onto his face as he moved above you.

‘Couldn’t even wait until the bedroom to fuck you, such a nasty bunny, wanting Mommy to fuck you on the bathroom floor’. He hissed in your ear, the humiliation causing you to clench around him and he groaned huskily.

His large hands were holding you to him and you panted and groaned against each other, basking in the dampness and heat of each other’s skin, his hand gripping your thigh so firmly you’d think there’d be bruises tomorrow.

Not that you would mind.

‘You like it? You like being used? You enjoy being Mommy’s sweet, little whore?’

His face was hovering over yours before he leaned in, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip before using it to pry your mouth open, licking hard strokes against your palate.

‘Please Mommy’ you whined out, eyes scrunching shut at how close you were from Hyunjin hitting all your sensitive areas.

‘M’ so close’ You gasped against Hyunjin’s mouth, you were sure you’d feel the friction of your bare back against the tile soon but you didn’t care.

You loved it when Mommy used you like this.

Hyunjin leaned back and shifted onto his knees, heaving you onto his lap and roughly spreading your legs before folding them near your chest, leaving you in a half-assed mating press.

‘My bunny is so easy to please’ He groaned out as he maintained eye contact with you as he thrusted into quickly and roughly, his hands on your knees anchored you from sliding on the floor.

‘You’d let me fuck you anywhere, anytime and I would because you’re MY precious bunny and my bunny deserves to be fucked well’ He hissed out, letting you grip onto his hand, both interlaced your hips.

‘Anytime Mommy…anytime’ Your thoughts were becoming hazy as your thighs started to shudder from how close you were, the tightness swelling and pressure building.

‘Ohh, is my bunny already fucked out for me?’ Hyunjin chuckled darkly,

‘You’re so cute, my cute little dumb bunny’ He taunted you more.

‘M…ooo…mmm..yyy please….cum?’ You murmured out, looking at Hyunjin with desperate eyes.

He looked back at you with a snicker, wet hair falling into his eyes and his body covered in a sheen of water and sweat.

‘Okay bunny, you’ve been good for long enough’.

Hyunjin leaned forward with his right hand and placed his hand on your core, rubbing and touching your most sensitive areas while he fucked you with slow, deep and calculated thrusts.

It wasn’t long before fireworks filled your mind and you felt yourself clench around Hyunjin’s cock.

‘Mooommmy!’ You cried in a high-pitched whine, your hands loudly smacking the floor as you tried to find a grip and ground yourself, still writhing under Hyunjin’s hands.

‘Just…a little bit more…little bit more for Mommy’ Hyunjin panted out as he removed his hand and held you spread open against him, his entire focus on using you for his needs.

It wasn’t long before Hyunjin’s hips twitched as he released inside of you with his head kicked back and releasing a deep groan from his chest.

He collapsed over you and you casually flung your arms around him, his face buried in your neck, there was a moment before you heard chuckle lightly.

You swiped your hand over Hyunjin’s wet hair and smiled gently as he leaned back to look at you, warmth and love swimming in his eyes.

‘We’re going to need another shower’.

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To be a Hero..... Or maybe PT3

Pt2 PT1

This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(A mini training arc!! this will progress from the start of their senior year to the near end/entrance exam)(Mention of a minimize panic attack"

"IZUKU YOU GOTTA RUN FASTER" called to him as he stood at the other end of the beach panting. When she said she would help him train... he didn't think it would be every day. "YYY/nnn please I'm exhausted" He panted before collapsing into the wet sand, allowing the water to run over his legs and lower torso. He sat there for a while, panting and wincing from the tortures training she’s been putting him through. Y/n came rushing back, kicking up sand and splashing water in her way to meet her boyfriend. She gently moved his hair from his face, showing how red and sweaty he was. With her other hand, she placed it on his chest, feeling for any issues with his breathing or heart. "I'm so sorry Izuku... I shouldn't have pushed you so hard" She let out a soft sigh of relief as she found nothing wrong with him. With him being checked and good, she removed her hand from his face, allowing his hair to fall back into place, with a huff she took a seat next to him in the wet sand. With a squishing sound as she settled, she drug her knees up into her chest and started blankly out into the water. The sound of the waves brushing and crashing the shore did little to comfort her but they did help slightly. "Izuku... I'm sorry.... I forget that the levels between us are a little different" He lifted his head slightly, not quite understanding what she was saying, "What I mean is.... I've been training like this since I was little...” She stopped “T-there a lot I have yet to tell you Izuku… And I owe you an explanation” She sighed. Gently taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “You can tell me anything, my love... I am here to support you, and I’ll love you no matter what” He was now sitting up, hand in hand… they stared out into the vast ocean. “Okay the truth about me, my past, and my reason for coming here to Japan”

(Mini Time skip)

She allowed the tears to flow, as Izuku brought her into his chest, “Y/n I-I have no words to express how… sorry I am for you love” He placed gentel kisses on her head, holding his position for a moment longer to inhale her scented shampoo, trying to ground himself. She nuzzled closer to him as his hands ran gentle circles across her back, trying to soother her after the small break down she had just had. He still allowed his own tears to flow, unable to contain his sadness from her tale. He felt his heart shred as she shared the experiences she’s gone through just to get away from her past… and now to tell him about it all made him feel a small sense of pride? Maybe relief? Because to Izuku, this was Y/n showing just how much she loved and trusted him, to open up and allow herself to be so vulnerable. “I trust you Izuku, I want to spend my life with you… so I know this was something I would have to share” She spoke, her voice slightly broken from the sobs, but non the less held nothing but pure lover for him. “And I want nothing more than to be here supporting and loving you Y/n” He squeezed her tighter, reassuring her that he meant every word he spoke, and had every intention to stay true to it. She let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his chest, allowing herself to breath in his scent, feel the skin on his arms, and listen to the rhythmic breaths he was taking. She felt safe and content, as if from this position nothing could harm them, not Kacchan, Not her mother, not her past, not the future…. All that mattered was the present, the gift that the universe handed her in the form that was her lovely boyfriend. Izuku continued to rub soothing circles, allowing the world to fade into the background… he was here, training to be a hero, with the love of his life… what else could he ask for?

(larger time skip)

Months had passed since they began training, and now nearing the final stretch of their senior year, Y/n could truly see the changes that were occurring with Izuku. He was muscular, not too big but definitely toned, not to mention the amount he had grown. He was taller, pushing 6’1, and had grown in confidence. Kacchan also began to leave them alone, he was beginning to focus on his own future. Every day, they trained, and soon He was able to keep up with her on the beach runs and lift a fridge with no help... he was still the same Izuku but yet he still changed.

Panting, hunched over on the beach, Izuku stood. Y/n sat atop the fridge he had just moved with a bright smile. "Izu! you're doing so well!" She cheered, jumping down to hand him a bottle of water. Landing with a soft thump, she dusted her butt off before holding up a semi-cold water to Izuku. "Here love, you need it" With a soft thanks and gentle hands, he took the water bottle from her hold and gulped its liquids down. She could only admire how far he'd come, his hard work, his determination, his everything led him to this weekend "The entrance exam" She whispered under her breather, only shifting her stare to his arms, they were littered with small bruises and scratches from them training. "You ready for this Izuku?" with a sigh, he removed the bottle from his lips, wiping his mouth, he turned his attention to her. "as ready as my amazing girlfriend could get me" He giggled, running a hand through his crazed hair in an attempt to slick it back, even just slightly. She rolled her eyes, "I'm serious Izu.. do you feel ready? are you nervous? scared?" She was scared, she had no idea what the entrance exam was like without a recommendation. What if pure strength wasn't good enough? what if they asked for a demonstration of quirks? What if he could die? Yes of course she was worried, she knew Izuku was strong and resistant, she made sure of that... but to send him off like that, to an environment that neither she nor him was familiar with scared her... terrified her. She was spiraling without even realizing it, her anxiety, her fears, her everything was coming to the surface. "Y/n" muffled for sound... "Y/n" it kept calling her but she continued to ignore it... too lost in her own thoughts. That was until two large arms grabbed her shoulders, forcing her out of her panic mind "Y/N" With bright green eyes, Izuku stood in front of her. "Y/n babe, talk to me.... come on" He tried coaxing her out of her fiddled position. "Tell me something love, what... what color is my hair?" He was hopeful that distracting her would calm her enough.

"Green... your hair is green... and you eyes are the exact color" Her eyes still glossed but she was staring right at him. "A-and your face is red, with freckles... like a strawberry" She gently ran her hand over his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off of it and the continue in the brightening color. "My Zuku" She sighed, finally gaining some sort of grounding "I'm right here" he whispered kissing her palm and holding closer to his face. "I will be fine," He spoke as if he was in her mind, reading it but in reality he could just read her that good. "Trust me, trust yourself!" He spoke, moving slowly to take her other hand, that played with her knee "You are an amazing teacher... so please have confidence in us" He had their hands clasped together, holding her tightly... watching as her eyes became their normal Y/e/c. "There they are.. those gorgeous orbs" He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding... watching as she completely came back to this moment, away from her mind. "I trust you... and I am 100% sure you will pass this exam" She nodded, determined, ready, and confident in both his and her own ability's. "Tomorrow... You will shake the world" She said staring into his eyes... "And after this summer... WE will shake the world" With his bright smile and reassuring eyes, she knew that that statement was 1000% true. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" the screamed their words, ones that represent their silent promise to one and other. "Okay Zuku... lets go get you ready"...

(I AM SO SORRY!!! My classes just started nack up and let me tell you WOW they have taken a lot of my time,But I am getting in the grove again... Based on my routine I'm hoping at least one chapeter a week for this BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUEST!!!) {ALso side note this story is gonna be tranfered over to its own book that way its not to much of the same here<3)

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

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