#and youre gonna act like i punched this lady in the face

[shirakow]

˗ˏˋ꒰ summary ꒱ ; on his leave, he decided to go to his favorite female idols concert: you! But the thing is, you weren't a girl. SAY HI FOR THE CAMERA, PRETTY THING .

‧₊ ᵎᵎ pair ⋅ ˚✮ ; Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x Male!Reader

WARNINGS ! NSFW , overstimulation , praise , degradation , slight sadism if you squint , light spanking , light exhibitionism , recording .

⁺ ⛧ ; 3k+ words, and finals are almost finished!

ㅤㅤㅤ"Yes! I'm so pumped!" Hizashi punches the air out of excitement, he finally gets to go to his favorite Idols concert! Truthfully, it was a guilty pleasure, because although he'd much rather listen to rock and anything metal, there was a small part of him that loved cutesy jpop music. And right now it's showing.

The pro hero was on leave due to the fact that he got injured a few days ago—severely, might I add. However, even if he's on leave, that doesn't necessarily mean he can just prance around the city either. Hizashi wore his casual clothes, his usual spiked blonde hair tied in a manbun, and a white face mask to top it all off. There you have it! A completely unrecognizable Present Mic in the wild.

Hizashi walked down the crowded halls of the concert venue, bumping into a swarm of people, but one in particular had the person stumbling back and almost falling, had it not been for Hizashi to catch them. He held their wrist gently and pulled them back onto their feet, "Ya okay, sweet thing?" Hizashi asked, he didn't even need to raise his voice in order for the person to hear as his regular volume was already loud enough due to his quirk.

The person raised their head, only to have his jaw drop at the sight that it wasn't just some nasty old freak—it was you of all people. "Thank you so much, sir!" You tried your best to bow with all these people surrounding you, but it pushed you further into Hizashi's arms. He was quick to act and placed his hands on your shoulders, gently leading you away from the crowd while he tried his hardest not to fanboy. You were his favorite idol for Christ's sake!

The moment you reached a somewhat secluded corner, you thanked him once more, saying 'thank yous' over and over again until you were satisfied. Hizashi took this as a chance to gaze at what you were wearing—it was all casual, a contrast to what he normally sees you wearing on stage, but your hair was still tied in that signature side ponytail. Just as you were about to reach your 30th thank you, Hizashi stopped you, "Hey now, ya gotta save yer pretty voice for the concert," he snickered. "Everyones gonna be so sad if ya perform with a tired voice box, pretty lady." Hizashi said in a dramatic tone, before he smiled under his mask.

The way the nickname rolled off his tongue had you squeezing your thighs, an uncomfortable feeling starting to pool at your abdomen.

You stared at him for a few more seconds, then you nodded, "You're right, thank you again, Sir!" You bowed for one last time. In your ears, he sounded like he was flirting, and not the regular kinda pervy flirting you've received from older men or weirdos in general—it seemed more natural, like Hizashi didn't even mean to be flirty: which is even hotter.

And you were right, it just came like breathing for Hizashi, it's like being in the limelight for most of his life finally paid off! Because now he actually managed to talk to his favorite idol without stuttering and geeking.

Just as you turned to run backstage, you glanced back at him, "Wait, I feel like I know you..." You trailed off. You know it's not his appearance since he was covered from head to toe, but rather, his voice—it was familiar to you. He sounded like a late night podcast host, maybe he's on one of those radio shows you occasionally watched? Hizashi flinched upon mention, and he snickered, "I guess I can't really hide it anymore, it's hard to go anywhere with a voice like mine," he slowly pulled his mask down and tilted his glasses downwards, giving you a glimpse of his green eyes and pretty face underneath.

"Present Mic at yer service." Hizashi cooed with a wink, "And before ya ask, no pictures. I'm on leave today!" His usual boisterous personality finally came out as his voice boomed. You stared in awe at him, you didn't even know Pro Heroes listened to your music, much less Present Mic! You didn't even mind his switch in demeanor, it just made you laugh.

Now if that laugh didn't send a pleasurable shiver down Hizashi's spine, it shockingly served as a way to shut him up. "After the concert then... Is it alright if I can meet with you in the back and... Take a few pictures?" You batted your long eyelashes with a small purse to your lips, hoping he wouldn't have to go so soon. "It's not everyday I get to see a Pro Hero at my concert after all." You placed your hand on his chest, slowly sliding them up to gently caress the side of his neck.

Hizashi's whole body shut down at the touch, before he cleared his throat and raised a brow, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but are ya tryin' to flirt with me, pretty thing?" He asked in an unusually quieter tone. "Depends on how you see it." You replied softly, a grin on your red lips. "Well I see it as ya tryin' to get my number, or is it the ego talkin'?" Hizashi wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

You bit your bottom lip, and he flinched when you slipped a hand in his back pocket, "H-Hey, what're ya—" you only shushed him. "Relax, it's a VIP pass. Can't have you getting arrested trying to get in through the back..." You whispered as Hizashi scoffed, "I can just sweet talk them." Now it was your turn to do so, "And what? Talk about your sponsor?"

"Maybe." Hizashi chuckled, a grin on his face.

His words made you giggle and pull away which made him pout in disappointment, "Just meet me backstage, I'm looking forward to seeing you in the crowd, Present Mic." The way you said his hero name had him melting, he's so glad he can call that alias his. Now what he wanted to hear was for you to call his real name.

Like he promised, Hizashi stood right outside your private room with his back against the wall. He managed to slip through the guards using the VIP pass you slipped him when you were talking. After a while of waiting, he got a bit impatient. He desperately wanted to see you and take some pictures, and he'd hang it up on the wall along with the other band posters he had! Maybe he'll even empty out a space just to make it a lot more special.

Hizashi tapped his foot on the floor, before he sighed and opened the door when he got tired of waiting. "Pardon me for the intrusion—!" He said in a sing-song tone, only to pause when he saw you touching up your makeup in front of the mirror, your pretty pink dress ruffled up a bit with your hair set neatly on the vanity table. Wait, what?

Your hair was a wig?! You panicked and got a hold of your wig and threw it on, albeit messily but it was already too late now. Hizashi's mouth flew open in shock, before he shook his head and approached you, letting the door close behind him.

"Ya... What..." He sputtered out, trying to figure out what was going on, before he came to two conclusions. Hizashi unexpectedly placed a hand under your chin and gently turned your head left and right, as if observing you. "Say..." He trailed off quietly, "Talk." He said, uncharacteristically too blunt for your liking. You stuttered a few words out, but not coherent ones as you were too flustered for getting caught, "Look, it's not what it looks like..." Hizashi raised a brow and tilted his head.

"Ya know, if ya hadn't said that, I would've believed it if ya told me ya were just a girl with short hair," he hummed, rubbing your chin with his thumb. "But I'm guessing it is what it looks like." Hizashi said with a small grin forming on his face, "Yer a boy, aren't ya?" Hizashi knew it was wrong to ask, and incredibly insensitive if it turns out you were actually a girl with short hair who sounded like a prepubescent teenage boy.

You flinched at the question, and decided to play it off, "What? Of course not!" You lied through your teeth. Your contract prohibited you from telling the truth, after all. Hizashi snickered and pulled his mask off and shoved it in his pocket, "I don't mind, sweet thing. And besides, I'm not one to share others' secrets." He cooed, gently taking your wig off and threw it aside, causing it to hit the wall and slide down to the floor.

You gulped thickly when you were exposed, "You promise?" You asked, holding onto Hizashi's wrist. He bit his bottom lip as he fought back a smirk, "I promise, don't worry yer pretty little head, baby." Hizashi whispered in a sultry tone, before he paused when he thought about something.

"... Ya still up for that picture taking session?"

"Yeah, set up the camera just like that, baby." Hizashi cooed into your ear as you bent over on his lap to set the phone up on a stand. It would've been a lot easier if you just stood up, if it weren't for Hizashi's tight hold on your hips, and his dick buried deep in your ass. "Come on, how hard is it to set up a phone?" He commented with a raised brow, growing impatient.

You rolled your eyes and was about to bite back when he suddenly gave your hole a sharp thrust, causing the tip of his cock to hit your prostate head on. You moaned, arching your spine and accidentally let go of the phone, making it fall back on the table. You looked back at Hizashi with furrowed brows, "Stay still, will you." You grumbled out in annoyance and went back to fixing the camera.

Hizashi snickered and pushed your fluffy shirt back to gently rub circles on your lower back. "Can't help it, ya'd do the same if ya had yer dick up your favorite idols ass." He bit his bottom lip and moved your hips to grind you against him. You huffed, "You're too impatient." You commented as you finally got the phone set up on the stand.

"And yer too slow." Hizashi immediately started fucking into you when you clicked record, lifting your hips and bringing it back down on his cock like a fleshlight. Your eyes widened, holding onto the cushions in between Hizashi's spread legs for some leverage, "Y-You fucker!" You moaned, trying your best not to moan too loud as you're still in the concert venue.

Hizashi laughed, using his other hand to lift your skirt up, exposing your leaking cock to the camera—bouncing up and down as he thrusted in and out of your ass. "Aye... Look at that pretty cock... Yer fuckin' leakin'..." He bit his bottom lip at the sight. You were quick to cover it up with your hands out of embarrassment, which made Hizashi spank your thigh.

"Don't cover 'em, I'm not gonna show this to anyone, baby..." Hizashi whispered into your ear, pressing his chest against your back as he gently got a hold of your wrists and slowly pulled them away from your boy parts. "This is for me and my eyes alone... So let me see your dick, baby... Let the camera see..." He urged, smirking slightly when he saw you hesitantly move your hands away from in between your legs.

"Attaboy." Hizashi praised and moved his hands to go under your thighs, pulling them up so you're on Nelson, letting the camera see his thick cock spreading your tight hole out. "Fuckk... I could just cum at the sight of that..." He groaned, his dick twitching inside you as he went back to thrusting into your ass.

You squealed, reaching behind you to grab a fistful of Hizashi's hair as you felt yourself coming closer. "M-Mic..." Hizashi groaned and shook his head, "Call me Hizashi, baby... Fuck, call me that, please..." He begged as he nipped on your neck, sucking and licking on your sensitive spot to make a mark.

"D-Don't leave a hickey...!" You panted breathlessly, your other hand grabbing hold of Hizashi's thigh. He growled into your ear, biting down onto your neck just to spite you, "Ya can just cover 'em up... Ya can't really blame me for wantin' to make the world know yer mine..."

Hizashi chuckled, kissing the spot gently as an apology as his free hand dropped one of your thighs and got a hold of your cock, enclosing his palm around the tip—circling and twisting it to get all the precum out. You cried, desperately trying to close your thighs at his rough ministrations. "Ah ah ah, don't close 'em, or else I'm gonna leave you 'ere. Empty and stretched out..." Hizashi warned with a small sadistic grin.

Tears rolled down your cheeks but you nodded nonetheless, "Y-You're so mean... Ngh...!~" You sobbed and babbled incoherent nonsense. Hizashi cooed at your words, and once he deemed his palm wet enough, he started to fist your cock roughly in time with his thrusts.

Your tongue lolled out, arching your back away from Hizashi's chest. He let out a loud 'ohhh' as he watched your cock release spurts of cum, "There we go, attaboy... Yer doin' so good..." Hizashi praised into your ear, watching your reactions from the small phone on the table. "Ya look good from this angle." He snickered as his pace started to get sloppy and desperate.

"Fuck, I'm close... Inside or out?" Hizashi asked you. You were too fucked out at this point, your whole body ached and shook at the overstimulation and continued thrusts from Hizashi even though you just came.

"Mm... A-Ah...—nside...~" You were too far gone. Hizashi raised a brow and smirked, "What was that?" He gave a harsh thrust, his grip on your cock growing tighter. You sobbed as your eyes rolled back, "I-Inside! Please, inside...!" You begged breathlessly, it's like you just threw your dignity away the moment you got some dick. It's been years anyway.

Hizashi groaned and nodded, "Roger..." He reached to the side and got a hold of your discarded panties, before shoving it into your mouth to gag you up. "Taste yerself for a little while..." Hizashi put your thighs down and slowly pulled out of you, which earned a muffled whine of disappointment from you.

He chuckled and stood up, pulling you with him and had you bend down on the coffee table—directly in front of the camera. Your eyes widened at your appearance: your makeup was ruined, mascara running down your rosy cheeks and your hair was a mess. Hizashi noticed you staring at yourself while he positioned himself back into your ass.

You looked away from the phone in embarrassment, only for Hizashi to laugh and grab a hold of the device. "Don't worry, I'll keep yer face out of it." He instead hovered it over to where they'll soon be connected, and pushed back inside your ass with a groan. "Still tight as hell..." Hizashi held onto your hip with one hand and began fucking you again.

Your eyes crossed, gripping onto the table for dear life as he sobbed. Tasting yourself on your tongue as drool rolled down your chin. Hizashi watched his dick disappear and reappear from your hole, the way cum created a small halo around the base of his cock, and the way your ass bounced—just the sight of you taking his cock had him moaning.

"C-Close... Fuck I'm so close..." Hizashi bit his bottom lip, reaching under you to stroke your sensitive dick. You shook violently and came for the 2nd time, his heavy balls slapping against your own. Hizashi's hips stuttered as he let go of his phone and pulled you up, your back meeting his chest as he swiftly took your panties out your mouth and turned your head to kiss you sloppily.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth and moaned against your lips, giving one last thrust before he came inside you. Hot spurts of cum coating your gummy walls. You squealed, a few more drops of pre running down your red cock. Hizashi pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, "Ya... Okay...?" He asked with a tired chuckle.

You were in a daze, but you managed to give him a nod nonetheless. Hizashi smiled and gave you one last peck on the lips, "'m sorry for being so mean... I'll make it up to ya." He offered as he slowly pulled out of you, making you hiss at how sensitive you were. Hizashi gently patted your ass and settled you on your couch, grabbed a towel from your chair and slowly wiped your lower half clean—making sure not to overstimulate you any further.

"How... Are you gonna make it up... To me..." You breathed out while staring at him, eyes lidded with fatigue. Hizashi thought for a moment before snickering, "I'll give ya an autograph?" He joked. You groaned and turned around to look away from him.

"I'm kiddin', sweet cheeks. What should I do to make it up to ya?" He asked, his hand rubbing your waist from behind while he kneeled in front of the couch. You were silent for a few seconds, taking his question into consideration before you glanced over your shoulder, "Give me your number." Hizashi paused, then he laughed.

"I already left it on yer vanity."

"Do you just carry a business card everywhere you go?"

"Hey, it came in handy today, don't ya think?" Well, yeah. At least he's one call away for another dicking down session.

© shirakow ; im in heat .

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[ghoulphile]

in the middle of the night | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 852 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; mildly dubious consent, man-handling, drabble, masturbation (m), free use (ig??), handjob, somnophilia ➥ summary | "Cooper watching you sleep. Its a quiet night. nothing but bugs passing by. Cooper keeps watching, and his mind wanders. cut to him "borrowing" your soft and smooth hand, pulling it from under your makeshift blanket and wrapping it on his dick, jacking himself with your hand bc he's bored/trying to pass the time/stay awake" ➥ notes | forgive me this was written in a sleep deprived haze im gonna go die in bed now masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

"Hh-mm?"

A sleep soft murmur escapes, your mind a hazy flood of sensation as your senses struggle to adjust. Night stretches out before you, the sky a deep velvet - the fine stardust glitter of faraway celestial bodies peeking through wispy clouds. It’s midsummer in the desert; a balmy breeze shifting through the sands and tugging at the coyote hide wrapped tight around you.

Beside you, the low crackle and glow of a banked campfire warms your face, its shadows playing with your blurry eyes. Something feels… off. What, you’re not entirely sure as nothing seems to be out of place.

The threadbare padding of your sleeping mat shields you from the sand - albeit only slightly - and there’s a sharp twinge in your side from a piece of rubble lodging itself against your ribs. One of your feet’s gone numb and prickly from the awkward position you’ve curled up in.

Dogmeat’s snoozing a little ways away with her face tucked into her tail. 

Same as usual.

And the Ghoul’s…

What.

Strong leather wrapped fingers shackle around your limp wrist, grip firm and unyielding. A buzzing electricity dances along your palm, bottled lightning, as you’re made to grip something long and hard.

The heavy weight of flesh; rugged edges and whorls of texture biting into the softness of your skin. Slick friction as it glides through the loose circle of your fingers.

Is that his -- ohmygod, what the fuck.

Shock sizzles, melts like dripping candle wax into a bloom of warmth that punches the air from your lungs. Oozes down to curl between your thighs in a sticky rush as static warmth ripples from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.

The Ghoul grunts out a low curse, a quiet hiss of breath escaping through his teeth.

Your thighs clench, the plush fat compressing as you shift.

Oh, that’s… Mm.

Pre-cum trickles down your knuckles as his cock throbs once, twice, his hips bucking forward to sheath himself to the hilt in your tender grip.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters from somewhere above your head, his shoulders bowing in. “Always feels s’good.”

Always --

Your head snaps back, wide eyes darting up.

Immediately, you meet his gaze.

Dark, foreboding; the hooded eyes of a predator staring back at you from beneath a heavy brow like a hand to the nape of the neck. Corralling, claiming. His lips crack open and he smirks - a gash of teeth that threaten to snap.

“Well, hello there, darlin’ - was wonderin’ when you’d wake up.”

“W-What the hell!”

He snorts, the flash of his tongue taunting as he flicks it out across his lower lip

 “As if you don’t know. C’mon, now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

To punctuate his words, he inches forward in a grind, dragging your palm along the length of his cock nice and slow. A low groan punches itself out of his chest.

“Tch. Me doth think the lady protests too much. Acting like I can’t smell how wet you are.”

“I-I’m not…”

“Bullshit. You can’t lie ta me, darlin’. I know just how wet that pretty pussy of yours is getting. If you ask real nice like, I might be inclined ta show you what you’re missing.”

Your clit throbs, humiliation burning bright as you duck your head. Avert your eyes to the stray thread of your shirt fluttering in the breeze. It rankles how correct he is, how well he can read you with that vulture sharp gaze.

You wish you could prove him wrong if only for the principle of the matter.

As it is, there’s nothing you can do - especially when your fingers tighten up around his cock to hear him grunt and your cunt throbs in time with your heartbeat.

Slick wets the seat of your panties and clings to your inner thighs as everything in you cries out for some friction, some stimulation.

To get this man inside of you as quick as possible, stretch you wide and fuck you full.

He chuckles. “That’s more like it,” he says. “Now, are you gonna help me out or not? If so, grip a lil harder otherwise I ain’t gonna feel shit.”

So with a gulp, you do as he says: pop up onto your knees and tighten your fist.

Elongate the strokes so they work up the ragged shaft at a sedate pace, feel every pit and curve. Like you’ve got all the time in the world as you roll your wrist and use your thumb to gather the pre-cum from his weeping slit, smearing it around the thick crown of his cockhead.

All the while his head tips back, the long line of his throat catching your attention as he swallows.

“Phew, that’s just what the doctor ordered.” His eyes glitter cruelly when he looks down at you. “Should’a started doing this when you was awake a long time ago.”

How long he’s been using you like this, you don’t know.

And you’re not sure you care if the needy clench of your pussy is any indication.

“S’all right. Now you can make up for all that I’ve been missin’.”

[thehighladywrites]

THE AIRHEAD CHRONICLES

…AND THE MEETING

-> Pairing: Cassian x bimbo/ditzy reader

-> Summary: Cassian remembers the first time he met you. He truly forgets what a mess you are sometimes, but you’re still his mess.

-> Author’s note: This is going to become a series where I add new headcanons and little drabbles. I love the idea of a bimbo/ditzy reader who’s a real sweetheart but isn’t really the brightest. No worries! As long as Cassian is here, you won’t have to worry about your safety (not that you were before) among other things. Also I’m either gonna make something where Azriel joins them once or I’m gonna make his own series.

part two part three

- Cassian honestly wondered how you were still alive sometimes. You’d do things that made his heart stop and you acted as if it was nothing at all.

- For instance, he’ll never forget the day that he met you.

- Cassian found you walking around in the middle of the night, all by yourself. He looked at you as if you were crazy, clad in a little black dress that was tight around your ass and almost had your tits spilling out. You walked right past him, not even noticing him staring at you.

- You were skipping around in the dangerous parts of velaris seemingly unknown about the dangers lurking around.

- This time of day, drunkards, rapists and robbers were everywhere though that thought simply wasn’t in your head

- No, you were looking up at the stars, admiring the different shades of violet, completely oblivious of the fact that you had caught the eyes of a group of men.

- They quickly made their way over to you when you stopped to pick up a flower in a nearby bush, you couldn’t help yourself, they looked so pretty!! How could you walk past them?

- “ Hey there baby, what is someone as pretty as you doing out here all alone?”

- What a nice man! You give them a sweet smile and explain what you’re doing.

- “ Oh hello! i’m just going for a walk. The sky is so beautiful tonight. I think starfall is near, don’t you?”

- You miss the predatory glint in their eyes, happy to be making some friends, something that happened quite often.

- “ Yeah, sure. How about you come with us and have a drink. We could get you something really delicious.”

- “ Really? I’m quite thirsty, that would be perfect! thank you guys!!” Wow, these guys were nice. One of them even had a hand on your lower back to guide you.

- But, wait- isn’t the bar that way? Maybe there’s another bar behind this alley. It was very dark but you were sure it was around here somewhere.

- Cassian had been following you and decided to intervene. Perhaps you already had a few drinks because no sane woman would willingly walk with these males into a dark pathway.

- “ What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a booming voice echoed through the alleyway.

- “ Mind your own business, Illyrian. We’re just taking out this lady out for some drinks, isn’t that right?” The males all nod and grunt in agreement. But you’re not paying attention to them. You’re looking at the towering man infront of you.

- Your glossed lips part in surprise, eyes growing comically large. You had never seen such a handsome guy before, totally your type!!!

- This guy was like a powerhouse—muscular, with huge battle-scarred wings. Wasn’t there a saying about Illyrian wings? And oh his eyes? Intense and a bit playful. Dressed in Illyrian leathers, he was the epitome of strength and confidence. He radiated authority and dominance.

- “ I think you better get out of here. Now.” He stepped forward as the others subconsciously took a step back. Only the guy that was talking to you remained in his position.

- “Yeah? Or what? You filthy low-born.”

- You were shocked at how quick this male had changed. He wasn’t the sweet guy that wanted drinks. Maybe-

- Before you could finish your thought, the tall Illyrian had punched him clean across his face, making you gasp. Your heels clicked against the cobblestones as you took a step back.

- The guy started got up but he didn’t fight back, he and his friends just ran away, leaving you behind. How rude! You really wanted your drink.

- “ Are you okay? You know, you really shouldn’t be walking around this late, especially alone.”

- How dare he lecture you after scaring away your friends like that?!! You scowled at him, your perfectly glossed lips pouting at the intruder.

- “ I was doing perfectly fine, in fact they were about to buy me refreshments before you so rudely chased them away.”

- He looked at you as if you had told him pigs could fly. With furrowed eyebrows, disbelief showed in his eyes. His frame was towering over you as he took a step closer to you.

- “Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, you do know why they took you here to this empty alley.”

- This male was crazy. You tilted your head, your jewelry jingling as you looked at him with confusion.

- “They were taking me out for drinks and we were looking for a bar. What could you possibly mean?”

- He stared at you for a while, deciding if he should tell you. Maybe you really didn’t know. While he wanted to warn you about following strangers into dark, creepy alleys, he also didn’t want to be the one to burst your bubble. He simply couldn’t shatter your innocent view and it made him surprisingly protective. But why was that? He didn’t even know your name, let alone enough about you to be feeling like this. Yet something in him told him to not let you go.

- “ How about I just take you home, you seem to have had an eventful night.”

- You pondered over it but accepted it nonetheless. Some company would be nice.

- The way back to your apartment was comfortably quiet. As you reached the door, you stopped and turned around. You offered your hand out for him to shake.

- “ That was a really quick walk. Oh, also thanks for walking me home. I’m Y/n by the way.”

- “ No worries, I’m Cassian.”

- He shook your hand and suddenly, everything brightened up. His entire world shifted as that golden thread snapped in place. There was a moment of clear truth, a chance for genuine happiness and authenticity to shine through.

- “ Oh, what a cute name. You should definitely have a nickname. Hmm, let’s see… I really like the sound of Cassie. I think it’s super adorable!” You looked up at him again, doe-eyed and blushy.

- He just stared at you wide-eyed, not able to form a single coherent sentence. Usually people loved talking you but this guy just kept quiet. You fidgeted uncomfortably because you really wanted his attention and if he wasn’t gonna give you some, you’d tease him a little for it.

- “ Um, alright, good night then Cassie. I hope to see you around since you now owe me a drink. Also you’re like really hot.” You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and turned to open the door.

- Before he could respond you had already closed your door, leaving him behind with a flood of emotions, a beating heart and million questions.

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

Genya with a s/o who basically the enemy of Sanemi but loves Genya a lot headcanons?

Ngl, this request made me chuckle as it just made me picture genya trying to hold back his s/o from punching sanemi XD

Oh my god! Or the meme with the lady holding the dude while pointing at another dude XD

Thank you so much for requesting! Especially since I've not had many genya requests and its an honest to god crime....

Anyway!

I hope that you enjoy and that i've done your request justice, come back to request whenever you like as your more than welcome to return (^w^. )

Genya Shinazugawa with an S/O who's enemies with Sanemi - [Headcannons]

If Genya got paid every single time you and his brother fought, he'd be rich enough to buy you something fancy and a house - but he didn't so bargaining you away with promises of affection and snack would have to do...

You were so sweet with him - so kind and understanding and patient with him that the first time you'd held his hands he'd almost started sobbing

You just hated Sanemi.....

Like, really hated him - "He's an arsehole Gen!" You'd proclaimed hands vigorously scrubbing away at the dirt on the table after dinner "I hate him and his face!"

It was safe to say that Sanemi didn't really like you either but then again he didn't really like anyone to begin with... - "I hate your partners face Genya, (He/She/They) annoy me and I'd punch 'em at any given opportunity"

Your soft words of love (to Genya) turn to hard acid whenever Sanemi makes an appearance - thinly veiled threats and insults exchanged quickly - and Genya always has to take a step back from the poison you spit, thankful (and slightly amused) that it's never directed towards him

Beautiful Smile shifting into a battle-worn snarl (a flash of canine and a vein prominent in your forehead) as you enter a stance that's very reminiscent of a street brawler

9/10 you two end up brawling

It didn't matter where you two went - to the market, training grounds, a mission or on the way home - you somehow managed to lock on and find Sanemi

"I can just feel his annoying, smug energy and it makes me want to punch him"

Genya quickly finds himself developing a sanemi radar too - especially a radar that works whenever the two of you go out - that out ranks yours, specifically so he can whisk you both away before you spot him and a verbal altercation occurs

On the days where your both acting "nice" to each other (which is very rare) you and sanemi still make poorly concealed jabs at each other

In an effort to get the both of you to get along (even if its only slighty) Genya sometimes made you both wear a "getting along" kimono (much like the getting along t-shirt) so that you both weren't fighting

"If neither of you can be nice to each other for an hour, I'm not gonna speak to either of you for the rest of the day" which is quickly followed by you complaining before trying to get along with the enemy (aka. Sanemi)

Also you know the meme where there's a guy in a armchair and he asks the other dude to look at him before calling dude.2 bitch? yeah, thats you and sanemi when genya's not looking

[shoddynomenclature]

I saw you were in need of requests, so I bring you one.

how would the ladies react to a usually pacifistic Tav sucker punching someone, seemingly out of nowhere? when pressed as to why they did it, Tav reveals they'd been hearing the person they punched make gross comments about their partner all evening

I only did Shadowheart, Lae’zel, and Karlach for this one. Hope you enjoy anon!

CW: Violence

Shadowheart

Shadowheart’s eyes widen in surprise when your fist meets the Sharran priest’s face. He falls backwards, nearly hitting his head against the alter. She covers her mouth to conceal a smile. The smile, however, is quickly replaced with a concerned look. She couldn’t hear your conversation, what could he have possibly said to set you off? You walk back towards her, accidentally smearing blood across as you try to itch your nose.

“Is that his blood or yours?” She asks.

You turn your hands over, just now noticing there is blood on them. “Oh?” You tilt your head. “Probably both?”

“What did he do? Did he hurt you?” She asks.

“No he didn’t hurt me, he… it’s not important,” you said. “Am I gonna get like… smited if I wash my hands of in Shar’s fountain? Smited? Smoted?”

Shadowheart laughs. “It’s actually smote. And if you’re going to get smote for anything, it’s shoving her priest’s head into her alter.”

She takes your face into her hands and presses your foreheads together as you both laugh. She kisses your forehead and you wrap your arms around her. The move surprises and her hands shoot into the air, but she doesn’t pull away.

“You made the right choice… sparing Aylin I mean. I know it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but it was the right thing to do.” You say.

“I know, darling,” she says, relaxing and returning your hug.

Lae’zel

When Lae’zel sees you move to punch the old scholar, she’s by your side before you even make contact. The scholar hunches over, groaning in pain. Lae’zel takes the opportunity to take her greatsword down on her back. The body falls limply to the ground. “Kainyak!” She spat. “What did the istik say?”

You smiled. “You didn’t even hear her and you still struck her down?”

“If it was enough to incite any violence from you, I’m sure a swift death was a blessing,” she responded.

“The crèche is that way,” you say, pointing in the direction of the Rosymorn Monastery. You hoped it would distract away from original question. Lae’zel shouldn’t have to hear the racist and repulsive way the woman had spoken of her people.

Luckily, it was enough.

“Then that is the way we will go” she commands, pointing her greatsword in the direction.

Karlach

Karlach almost misses it, but she turns her head at the last minute to see you sock a bard right in the nose.

“Hell yeah!” She shouts, pumping her fist in the air. She’s still about 50 feet away from you, so she definitely didn’t hear what the man said or know why you punched him. She starts approaching a bit more quickly, breaking into a light jog.

Before you know it she’s standing next to you and looking down at the now dazed bard on the ground. “That was awesome!” She says, slapping you lightly on the back. “So uh… what did he do? Must’ve been a hell of a song he was playing to get a rise out of you.”

“He was… he’s not a fan of tieflings,” you sigh. It’s not a complete lie, more of a fib. He’s not a fan of a tiefling, one you are particularly fond of.

“A lot of people aren’t, unfortunately,” she says, reaching a hand out to help the man up. Your heart aches at the act of kindness for such a cruel man.

“I’ll not be taking assistance from you, hellspawn!” He spits, standing up himself and spitting at Karlach. Blood and teeth spattered against her chest.

You glare at him, ready to knock him out for good this time. A swift kick sends him tumbling back to the ground and a stomp to his right hand cause him to shriek. You won’t kill him, but his broken fingers ensure he’ll never play another about your Karlach again.

[cyberwhumper]

He could hear them even before they unlocked the heavy chains that protected the gates to the abandoned warehouse. Loud music playing from car speakers, raucous partygoers, and copious amounts of drugs and booze for everyone to enjoy to their heart's content. He listens to them pouring into the building and the noise grows exponentially louder, bouncing off the empty walls and throwing off his ability to perceive sound direction entirely.

As the hours pass and the party shows no sign of dying down, Whiskey almost feels a sense of relief that they would be way too busy with it to harass him instead. He allows himself to relax a little, tries to make his body as comfortable as possible so he can finally get some rest. Before he is even able to close his eyes, the door to his makeshift cell opens and a dozen curious eyes land squarely on him.

Fuck. I'm gonna be the entertainment, aren't I?

Before he could finish that thought or protest, pain overwhelms his senses as Baxter yanks his chain so harshly his ankle starts to bleed again. Everything feels distant and quickly fading away from his vision until he's brought back by a couple of rough slaps across the face.

"You better cut this shit out and stand up, fucker. My guests want to take a look at you!"

"Go.. fu..ck.. yours…–"

His captor kicks him unceremoniously on the bleeding ankle, quickly curbing his typical defiant act. A wave of nausea hits him, and he dry heaves and gags and struggles to not appear like he's completely defeated. Two of Baxter's gang members pull him up by his armpits and drag him out of the cell and across the rugged floors, parading him around like some sort of circus animal. His good foot is scraped and bruised as he desperately tries to push back against them and free himself, but the more he struggles the more exhausted he gets.

"Hey people, gather round!" Baxter pipes up, waving his hands in the air to beckon them closer. "We gonna play a little game!"

He winds up in a dramatic gesture to amp up the crowd and punches Whiskey straight on his broken ribs. He screams in agony, body contorting in involuntary spasms as if trying to protect his wounds was at all possible with his hands tied up above him. Baxter smiles at the excited partygoers.

"First one to make this prick piss himself in pain gets drinks on me for a week. Good luck ladies and gentlemen!"

When morning finally breaks, he's long since stopped screaming.

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[strniohoeee]

Disregard

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris hate each other with a burning passion, but when Y/N gets into an issue at a party, Chris is on his way to help.🫀

Warnings⚠️: Being dr*gged, mentions of almost being r worded, the r word is used one time. And yes that’s it’s. This for the request asking for an enemies to lovers where Chris saves her from almost being assaulted🗣️

Song for the imagine: Call Out My Name-The Weeknd

⚠️This story has mentions of hard topics. Read at your own risk⚠️

I hate Chris with a burning passion, and he hated me too. Originally I was friends with Nick, and then Matt, but for some reason Chris just didn’t like me. It started with scoffs, eye rolls, stank faces, blatantly ignoring me, and then slowly the comments started

He was such an asshole when he wanted to be. It made it so hard to be around him because I wanted to punch him in the face, yet he was so good looking that I wanted to kiss him also??? Man I don’t know he just made my life hard. He hated when Nick or Matt would invite me over he’d either completely ignore me, or we’d start bickering.

“What’s this fuck face doing here” he’d say

“Are you fucking 5” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Is that the only comeback you have?” He asked

“Well maybe if you didn’t act like a man child I’d have something else to say” I told him smiling at him

“You piss me off. Everytime I see your face I want to throw up” he said pretending to gag

“Exactly my point…a fucking child. Now go away the adults are talking” I said shooing him

And Nick and Matt’s mouth dropped

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever” he said walking away

That’s about how 90% of our interactions went. But as time went on I looked forward to our fights, and I’m sure he did too.

Tonight Nick had asked me if I wanted to join him and his brothers at a party, and of course I said yes, so I got ready and headed over to their house

Once I got there I allowed myself in, and locked the door behind me. I walked upstairs and went into the kitchen putting my stuff down, when Chris came upstairs from his room

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO WITH Y/N, and why is there a clown standing in my kitchen” he said pretending to be scared

“Christopher shut the fuck up” I told him as I put my phone down

“Ouuu government name….me likey” he said smirking at me

“You’re such a fucking creep” I said grabbing a water bottle

“What’s with uhh all the paint on the face this isn’t a circus” he said motioning to his face

“It’s called makeup….I wanted to look good for the party” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Right right….yeah you were looking very homeless recently” he said taking a Pepsi

“Let’s not get into who looks homeless now” I said scoffing

“I still get more bitches than you” he said shrugging his shoulders

I threw my now empty water bottle at him

“You’re a fucking weirdo loser” I told him as he laughed

“Heyyy Y/N when did you get here” Nick said coming down the stairs with Matt

“About five minutes ago, you idiot brother here wouldn’t stop yapping in my ear” I told them

“Hey! If you’re gonna talk outta your ass at least turn around so I can hear you better” He told me

“Yeah I’m sure you’d love to look at my ass” I told him sarcastically

“I meannnn are you offering?” He asked with his eyebrows raised

“You are literally a walking ick stay the fuck away from me” I said walking past him to head out the door

Matt had driven us to the party, Chris and I were in the back seat, and as he would rap every song he would point in my face and touch me. I would always smack his hand away or punch him to get him to stop, but he just didn’t

We had arrived at the party, and all slowly got separated. I was in the kitchen making a drink when a guy approached me

“Hey pretty lady” he said also making himself a drink

“Hi” I said giving him a tight lip smile

“Here alone?” He asked me pouring himself a henny coke

“Uh no I’m here with my friends” I told him making myself a Malibu Coke

“Oh nice nice, uhh boyfriend?” He asked me, and I was cringing at his lack of being able to form a sentence. At least when I argued with Chris it was for the most part full sentences

“If you’re asking if I have a boyfriend the answer is no” I told him while taking a sip of my drink.

The whole time we were chatting Chris had been watching me from the corner of the room.

Chris didn’t like the way the guy was staring at Y/N. It was like he was a predator and she was fresh meat, but Y/N was too sweet, and couldn’t see that. He kept glancing at her cup and that made Chris uncomfortable. But he wasn’t doing anything to be out right weird. But when he saw him with her he just wanted to scoop her up and take her away.

He wasn’t really sure why he felt this way. He actually wasn’t really sure how he felt about Y/N. He thought he hated her, but when he’d see her, his heart would skip a beat, and when they’d argue he’d fall more in love with her. But he hates her? He thinks?

Truly Chris was afraid of commitment. He was scared of the idea of someone loving him. It just wasn’t his things one night stands and small flings were his go to. But when he met Y/N it all started to change. He wanted to be with her forever. He even saw a future with her, and he stopped fooling around with other girls. But he was just so afraid of being hurt and committing to someone, that he chose to “hate” her instead. So that at least he’d know he’d always have her in his life.

“Hey it’s kind of hard to hear you” the boy said to me

“Yeah it kind of is, want to step outside?” I asked him

“Uhh maybe we could go upstairs” he said

“Mmmm i don’t know, i don’t really know you” I told him

“Oh come on! We can leave the door open I just want to talk” he said

“Mmm okay fine” I said, and we started to walk towards the stairs

Unbeknown to Y/N Chris was also following them like a shadow in the dark watching their every move. When they got to the stairs a guy had stopped them, and asked Y/N a question. Her drink was in her left hand, and she turned to her right. As soon as she did, the random guy dropped something into her drink. This made Chris’ heart drop, and he went to spring into action. After she answered the guy's question they went to walk up the steps, and the guy nodded his head at the other guy. Oh shit he was in on it Chris realized.

Chris was pushing through bodies calling out Y/N’s name, but she couldn’t hear him over the loud music and the tons of people in the way.

Chris was struggling with girls grabbing onto him trying to talk, and him trying to fight his way through the crowd. Sheer panic racing through his blood.

I had gotten upstairs, and there were tons of room, so we decided on the room all the way to the end. When we stepped in he left the door open.

I sat on the random bed and he sat across from me. I continued to drink my drink as it was almost done. When I Started to feel a little fuzzy. Man, how much Malibu did I put in this? I thought to myself

The guy was trying to talk to me, but I truly wasn’t feeling okay. I thought I was going to pass out or die?

“Hey I’m not feeling too well” I told the guy putting my cup down and going to stand up, but he stood up and sat me back down

“Don’t worry maybe the alcohol was too strong” he said

“No…no, something's not right,” I said slowly. He walked over to door and shut it locking it

“Hey what are you doing” I said fighting to keep my eyes open

“Shhh baby” he said and started to kiss on me

“Please no no stop this” I said starting to panic

“Be quiet baby” he told me pushing me backwards and starting to lift up my dress

“Please don’t. Please stop I won’t say anything just don’t please” I said crying

Chris had finally gotten up the stairs and started bursting through every door, while texting Nick and Matt what was happening, and telling them to come upstairs

Finally he had gotten to the last door, and it was locked, but he could hear her crying and pleading for someone to stop.

Chris started to bang against the door, slamming his body into it, and finally he kicked the door in and ran in. The sight he saw made his blood run cold

This disgusting pig with Y/N’s underwear half way down her legs, and her dress hiked up. While she just lay there pleading for him to stop in a very drugged way

“What the fuck are you doing” Chris screamed running over to the guy and punching him straight in the jaw. This caused the guy to get up and start fighting with Chris

Nick and Matt had run into the room seeing what Chris just saw. Matt ran over to Chris to try and help him, and Nick ran to Y/N to help her

“Shh it’s okay” Nick said helping Y/N back into her underwear and pulling her dress down

“Chris” she said weakly

“It’s Nick, but Chris stopped him okay. You don’t have to worry you’re safe” Nick said pulling the girl up and into his arms

At this point Matt and Chris had beat the guy to a pulp, and he just laid there bloody

“Don’t you ever put your hands on a fucking woman again you disgusting pig” Chris yelled at him while standing over him in a fit of rage

“Come guys, we have to go, the cops will be here” Nick said. Chris came over and took Y/N from his arms as they ran down the stairs and out the house, walking to Matt’s car.

“Am I dying” I asked them slurred

“No you’ve been roofied” Chris said to me holding me up

“He was touching me….he was going to rape me” I said sobbing and barely being able to stand up

“You’re safe now. We got you you’re okay” Matt said

“I’m dying” I said to them

“No you’re not baby, you have to throw this up” Chris said to me

“I don’t want to throw up” I said crying

“You have to come on” he said, he then stuck two fingers down my throat which made me gag and throw up everywhere

“I wanna go home” I said still crying and fighting for my life

“We’re going, we’re going” Nick said as they helped me into the car, and the whole car ride I cried into Chris’ arms.

When we got home I started to feel some of the effects wearing off, but I wasn’t 100% there.

Chris took me to his room so that he could watch me

“I need to get this man’s smell off of me, help me shower I can’t stand by myself” I said barely making sense

“Are you sure?” I asked her not wanting to make her uncomfortable

“Yes Chris please. I need you right now. You make me feel safe and warm. I love you” I told him

“I love you too” I told him

I went to the bathroom, and had Chris run a warm bubble bath for me. He helped me out of my clothes while also not really looking at me, and then he helped me into the tub.

I let my body fall into the bubbles immediately feeling relieved.

I just sat there staring blankly at the tub while Chris watched my face for any signs of discomfort

“Thank you for saving me” I told him, finally looking over at him.

“I will always be there for you, and I know you might not remember this tomorrow, but I love you. I was so scared of love before, but when I got to know you. It made me want to love, and love all of you. I have never been so sure about someone in my life as I am of you” he told me washing my back with a rag and letting the warm water fall down my head

“Chris I like you so much….I want to be with you forever” I told him smiling at him

“You don’t know what you’re saying” he said

“I do. I want you Chris all of you. I love to argue with you because it’s something that WE do. That is our thing, and it will alway be our thing” I said leaning me head on my arm

“I love to argue with you too. Makes me warm inside” he said washing my arm for me

“Join me” I said

“I can’t. Not under these circumstances” he told me breaking eye contact

“Please Chris. I want to be next to you. I need your embrace” I told him. Finally he agreed

He took his shirt off and then his pants, and I covered my eyes when he took off his underwear, and waited for him to get in the water opposite of me.

Once I felt the water move I opened my eyes

“Thank you Chris” I said looking at him

“Anything for you pretty girl” he told me

“Come here let me clean your makeup off” he said and pulled me in a little closer

Taking the rag, and wiping my makeup off my face

“You’re so beautiful” he told me as he cleaned my face

“You’re beautiful Chris” i told him which made him blush

“Kiss me” I told him him

“I can’t. Not tonight you’re not fully sober” he said back to me in a whisper

“Tomorrow morning” I told him

“If you remember this” he said back to me

“I will…I promise” I said

We finished bathing, and Chris got us dried and dressed in pajamas. He had snuggled me into his chest as I fell asleep, but Chris didn’t finally fall asleep till 5AM. He spent most of the night watching you and making sure you were okay.

You had woken up at 9AM, and Chris was still deep in slumber, so you decided to leave him and head upstairs to brush your teeth and wash your face.

Everyone was still asleep, so you decided to make some coffee and drink it while you sat outside by their pool.

You had texted Chris something for when he woke up.

30 minutes later Chris woke up. To you not by his side and for a second he panicked but then figured you were awake upstairs. He grabbed his phone and saw a message from you

The annoying one🙄

-kiss me?

It read, and he blushed slightly.

The End

Okayyy so I hope you enjoyed this one as well. It was pretty long, and for whoever requested this I really hope you enjoyed❤️❤️ I have about 6 more imagines to write 🤭🤭

-J💅🏽

[galaxycunt]

He’s My Thing

Posting this on tumblr as well as I seen people do it and I wanna know what is better here or AO3 for folks?

Part 2

Enjoy!

You first met him in a bar, not caring who he was at first. He didn’t have a high bounty at the time, the annoying clown cracking jokes and jabs at any pretty face before he landed on you. You threw in a jab about his nose, thinking it was fake. That was the first scar he gave you, a broken glass slicing your cheek. You broke a few fingers, and got you both kicked out.

”Fuck you bitch!”

”Bite my ass!”

Pretty soon, Buggy made a real name for himself. So did you. The next time you met, you heard of a terrifying circus act in a town raider by pirates. Who else would it fucking be? You pretended to be a victim, picking the lock on your shackles while he monologued. The circus wasn’t all that spectacular, you wondered why he ever bothered with it at all.

Slipping through the crowd, you followed Buggy to his green room. Before he could react, you sliced his throat. Expecting blood, you hear a laugh instead.

”You-“

Recognition flashed in his eyes, “the bitch from that bar. Come back to finish the job?”

You sliced the arm he held around you, popping back into place like nothing happened.

”Is that? Y-You ate-,” you stuttered.

”Surprised?”

You didn’t think those even existed, your mind racing for your next move. It was made for you, Buggy stabbing your stomach. You been stabbed before, fighting through the shock. You stab him back, punching his nose for good measure. He let you go in pain, long enough to escape.

His arm flew to your throat, slamming you to the ground. You weren’t about to be killed by a fucking clown. Biting down on his arm, he loosened his grip enough for you to kick it away.

You never ran so fast in your life, figuring it was way too easy the way you dodged body parts. He was toying with you. You ran to the docks, jumping into the ocean. He didn’t follow you there, the stories were right. He couldn’t swim. You swam under the dock, floating as you heard him swear and stomp.

The salt stung, your ribs hurt. He was going to pay for that. He wasn’t going to be the one laughing anymore.

You hid again, months later. Another show, another town demolished. It made you sick, the more you did this job, the more you hated pirates. The more you hated him.

Buggy stood in the spotlight, in another life he’d be handsome. Sparkling eyes scanning the crowd for a victim. You locked eyes, the creased greasepaint spreading on his face with a smile.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! The incorrigible pirate hunter is with us yet again! Come on down, sweetheart.”

You smiled at him, “you can’t get rid of me that easy honey.”

He draped his arm around you, like you were both old friends. You’d believe it if he treated his friends like this anyway. With a flourish, he gestured to your act.

”Since you love knives so much, I figure this one is right up your alley.”

”I’m gonna make you eat that big, red nose of yours, clown.”

He laughed, and the adrenaline caused you to also. You couldn’t deny the rush chasing these pirates down gave you, Buggy was like a cat playing with a mouse. You just needed him to stick his hand in the wrong trap.

”I have to say, that scar highlights your face beautifully.”

“You ever find that pinky? Or is it still at the bottom of the ocean?”

He smiled turning to his audience, “now folks, this lovely assistant of mine has no fear of silly little knives so…it’s time to up the ante.”

Meat cleavers, how cliche. You willingly let yourself get tied up to the wheel, Buggy studying your face. Now he was the one thinking this was all too easy. You closed your eyes as the wheel spun, standing still as the blades hit the wood with a loud thunk.

”What you playing at? Huh?”

”Maybe I just like the show so much, I always loved the circus.”

He laughed, “of course you do. Is that all though?”

”Maybe I have something you want.”

”Go on.”

A knife landed near your head, you opened your eyes to face the pirate. He had one more left, he could aim it anywhere. You still liked your odds.

”The map your been looking for. A log pose too.”

The look on his face was worth it, he stumbled his throw causing him to hit your leg. You grit your teeth, a smile on your face. Buggy shouted for his crew to take you back to the ship. You never been on his before, circus themed of course. The crew’s doctor worked quickly, with frown letting you know the knife cut to the bone.

When you woke up in his cabin, your leg was gone. Of course it was. Buggy seemed to take and take and you got nothing in return. You considered your options carefully, wondering how you can kill the bastard once and for all. At the very least you could take his head and ask the marines to let you toss it into the ocean. Either scenario worked for you.

”Where’s my map?”

”You took my leg, Bugs. Let’s call it even.”

He gazed at your leg, a frown on his face.

“Sorry about that. I really am.”

You both knew it was a lie, but you felt weak. You needed to stay on his good side, at least for now.

”You’re the only devil fruit user I know, I knew what I was getting into.”

Saving the best for last right?

”You couldn’t let me go, I suppose your type never does.”

”Says the guy chasing after a fairy tale.”

He sat down on the bed, “oh it’s real alright. So about my map…”

”Buggy, let me rest. At least get a girl a drink first. Don’t glass me this time neither.”

He sighed, getting up to find a bottle of rum that he usually kept around. He toasted you before taking a swig, the both of you taking turns drinking.

“So why offer this to me anyway, hm?”

You smirk, “you know what they say, if you can’t beat them, join them.”

”Is that right?”

”Oh yeah, I seen your act plenty of times to know it needs work. I can make you shine, baby.”

He laughed, “tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”

”What’s the matter, don’t like this thing we got going anymore?”

He leaned closer to whisper, “if all you wanted was a ride that’s all you had to say.”

”Think I got it bad for clowns, huh?”

”I think you got it bad for me.”

You had him right where you wanted him. Leaning forward, grabbing his scarf to pull him close.

”I think you gotta earn my forgiveness first, baby,” you said, pushing him away.

“And how can I do that?”

You briefly wondered if he was truly as flustered as he looked. You didn’t think he’d fold this quickly. You needed to test this out.

”Maybe…let me stay here awhile. Rest up. My map is hidden in a safe place. Maybe I can take you there if you play nice.”

You kissed his lips, Buggy stared at you like you were crazy. Before he said a word you held up your hand.

”But, hey. I’m tired, I have a lost limb to scream about now.”

You never told him what exactly were the magic words to make the map appear, the next few days you slept in his bed while you recovered. Buggy forced to sleep in his chair, you didn’t care, quick to motion at the wood leg someone on the crew carved for you.

He tried; buttering you up, training with you to become stronger, flirting endlessly. It was all annoying, you never spent so much time around one person before. You decide to see how far his begging will go, allowing him to share the bed with you.

One morning you wake up before him, the sunlight shining through the tiny window. Buggy was still asleep, facing your direction. It had been weeks, and you still had not really gotten to know him. He never questioned your change of heart, you probably both expected a stab in the back at any moment.

He was handsome, in his own way. You brushed the hair from his face, causing him to shimmy closer to you. You backed up, unsure of what he meant by that. You gazed at your hands, unsure of why you did that in the first place anyway.

With a groan, you swing your legs to the side, rubbing the nub gently. It was still taking some time to get used to, wishing you had his powers.

“You okay?”

“Go back to bed, Buggy. It’s cool.”

So he was a light sleeper after all, good to know. You couldn’t kill him yet, wondering if he’d be lulled into safety at all.

Your felt his eyes on you as you changed clothes. You let him think he was being sneaky, bending down on purpose to find your pants.

“Nice ink.”

“Bite my ass.”

”With pleasure.”

You both laughed, you throwing a shirt at his head. His smile was honest, cute even. This was going to be easier than you thought.

”Buggy, I have a map I want you to look over.”

”You mean?”

”Well,” you smiled, “a map to a map.”

He kissed you, “you have no idea what this means to me.”

You pushed him away, “thank me later.”

While he wasn’t looking, you wiped your mouth. He never done that before, men were too easy to trick. A guy like that was easy to mold into whatever you wanted.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

”Aye, aye. Captain.”

The way to the island you hid everything on was a long one. You planned this out carefully. Buggy didn’t know you had a sloop for you waiting, after you’d burn everything he worked for to the ground.

Buggy was none the wiser, letting you get closer. You never spoke about the two kisses shared, trying to find the right time. His lips on yours flustered you like no other, leaving you to chalk it up to nerves. He caught you staring at him more than once, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face permanently.

”What you doing here by your lonesome?”

You sighed, “needed some air. It’s nice to see the moon too, you know?”

He leaned against the railing, “yeah. Beautiful sight.”

You turned to see him looking straight at you, causing you to snort.

”Give me a fucking break.”

”Got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart.”

You slide your arms up his, “tell me, why keep me alive this long?”

”You’re crew, ain’t ya?”

”Before that.”

He nodded with a laugh, “oh that. Water under the bridge, bygones and all that shit.”

”Tell me.”

He looked shy, wringing his hands. Like he was trying to spit the words out, but couldn’t.

“If anyone’s gonna kill you. It’s me. You’re the uh, one that got away.”

You pushed him playfully, “give me a real reason.”

”You first.”

You inhale deeply, “you ruined my life. I mean, fuck Buggy. Look at me. I underestimated you, and look where that got me. You and your…goofy bullshit.”

“You’re not ruined.”

You huffed a laugh, “course not, you’re the only one who got this close anyway. You were my first, in a way.”

”Interesting.”

”Don’t read into it too much,” you spat.

You turned to go to bed, dreading him following you. You had to stick to the plan. Make yourself less of a threat. He stopped you, gently holding your wrist. Before you could say anything, he kissed you. Slipping your tongue in his mouth, you clung to his jacket.

Eventually he pulled back, eyes scanning your face. You kiss again, Buggy gripping your hair this time. He led you down below deck, to your bed.

He took his time with you, roaming every inch of exposed skin. Your eyes peeled open, making sure his was closed. You checked to see if your knives were close, just in case. You weren’t expecting the shove he gave before crawling on top of you. His hands quick to unbuckle and unbutton everything you had on.

“H-hold up. Stop.”

”What, what‘s wrong?” he panted.

“What are we doing?”

”What I wanted to do years ago,” he dove for your neck, nibbling on an ear lobe.

You couldn’t help the moan from escaping, refusing to let go of control, you worked on his own clothes. Soon you became a tangle of limbs, you kicking off your pant leg the best you could off your shoe. It was a complete mess, he didn’t care at all. It was like you were the only thing in the room.

“Take those stupid gloves off,” you said.

He did so in a flash, massaging a nipple. His fingers brushed against a scar, from someone that wasn’t him, but you let him think whatever he wanted. Your fingers did the same, the healed bullet wound on his side was from you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

”Bet you say that to all the bounty hunters.”

”Only ones naked in bed with me, which should happen more than it does. Eh, what can you do?”

You roll your eyes, wishing to shut him up. You gave his cock a few strokes, which seemed to do the job. Buggy unraveled before you, you liked seeing him this way. Your victory short lived, as he found your clit. You weren’t going to praise him for a good job, and he was determined to make it happen.

He was edging you closer, your movements getting sloppy. You moaned again, letting yourself have this release.

“That’s it. Cum on that shit.”

You pulled him closer, ready to lose your mind. Buggy encouraged you, kissing and biting your neck. You came and he kept going, fingers slipping inside you. You slapped his chest, but he didn’t let up thrusting his fingers.

”Buggy fuck me right now.”

”Yes, ma’am.”

He rammed into you, unpleasant until he lifted up your hips. He was hitting your sweet spot, and you hated how much fun you were having. You bit his lip as you kissed him, Buggy was louder than you expected in bed. Moaning at every thrust and bite and pull.

“Can I cum in you?”

”What? No, no. On my chest. Or something. Not in me.”

He mumbled an apology, speeding up. The feel of him sliding out sent shivers down your spine, his cum messily spilt all over you.

He kissed your lips gently before getting up to clean you off. Looking down you groaned at the make up and cum all over you. You were gross, he was gross.

Ships didn’t have showers, you cleaned up the best you could with a towel and bucket. You almost didn’t recognize the reflection in the mirror, a blissed out face looking back at you. You wanted to smash it.

Retuning under the covers, Buggy cuddled close to you, kissing you sweetly. You didn’t get it, couldn’t understand it. Was the sea really that lonely?

You let him hold you as you fell asleep, still tangled up with him in the morning. You almost didn’t want to get up, trapped in the warmth. Something stirred in the pit of your stomach, you couldn’t name it. He held you close to his chest, and you didn’t mind.

”Hey baby.”

You sighed, “hey.”

He gently stroked your cheek, his eyes gazing at you in a way that made you squirm. You rested on his chest, facing away from him. He didn’t seem to care, petting your head.

”How much longer to my hidey hole?”

He chuckled, “be there in a day.”

You smiled warmly, “perfect.”

”Oh yeah? Any genius plans in that head of yours?”

You pushed him off you, twirling your hair, “I dunno, any reason we should be leaving this bed anytime soon?”

That seemed to set him off, lips roaming down your stomach. He ate you out like a starving man, you cursed yourself for enjoying it way too much. You wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face, riding his cock until he saw stars.

You didn’t like the way Buggy looked at you when you allowed him to cum inside you this time. Deciding that you couldn’t trust a thing he was going to say to you until you arrived at that island.

The rest of the day, he left you alone, stealing glances when he could. You felt pity for him, the cane in your hand reminded you of your resolve. Buggy was going to pay.

As night fell, he found you on the deck again. His arms wrapped around your waist this time. You leaned against him, waiting for him to speak first. Feeling his heart beat loudly in his chest, caused yours to match. You awaited a blade, but it never came.

”I haven’t been to the Grand Line since I was young.”

”How’d you survive that one?”

He laughed in your ear, “I served on a pirate crew. I think you can guess which one.”

This surprised you, “no shit? Roger pirates, makes sense. You people are hard to kill. I had no idea.”

”I’m an open book baby, just gotta ask.”

”So why haven’t you killed me yet?”

You twisted around to face him, inches from his face. He took you in, a dazed look in his face as he remembered your past.

”And snuff out the most beautiful person in the world? I’m bad, baby, not evil.”

”Fuck you, Buggy.”

”I…I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, “no, fuck you. You can’t keep dancing around this!”

”You started it! Why can’t you just fucking let go then?”

“No one makes a fucking fool out of me!”

”No one is!”

You slap him, the shock letting you wiggle out. He shouted after you, running to the cabin before he could stop you from locking it. Your leg hurt, causing the dam to finally break. You were a failure, you let some fucking clown be your undoing. You collected bounties all over the East Blue, you even got a card from Baroque Works.

How stupid are you?

”Hey, please don’t cry,” said the voice behind the door.

”Look I-I’m trying okay? I’m making it up to you, aren’t I? How about next town, you’re the main act? I can teach you to juggle!”

”Stop making it seem like I’m some stupid little girl. I vowed to destroy you, got it?”

He was silent for a few moments, you groaned. Why were you acting like a little bitch? You couldn’t kill him now, you weren’t in the state to take on his whole crew.

”Baby, let me in please.”

You unlocked the door, gesturing to the empty room. Buggy carefully sat on the bed, patting the space beside him. You let him hold your hands as he crafted what to say.

”Look, I get it. I get betrayal. But I won’t, I promise. The past, is the past. But you and me, this thing now? That’s all that matters.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, an easy fuck and he’s suddenly so into you? How stupid did he think you were?

”You were a worthy enemy, and you’re so much more now.”

You smile, “sure.”

”I mean it.”

You could probably kill him now, the ship will arrive in the morning. Slip out before anyone knows. Make him pay for everything.

You kissed him, Buggy humming with joy. You’ll miss his eyes, and the rest of his stupid face. You fuck again that night, Buggy promising you the world. A few sweet praises, and he figured all was forgiven.

You convinced him to travel just the two of you, a promise of a little fun. As expected, he agreed. You had a map from someone long ago, the log pose you won in a fight. Buggy couldn’t do the things you could do. He never could.

”You wanna dig for it now? Buried treasure, pretty clever huh?”

”You ain’t helping?”

You motioned to your leg.

”Oh, shit. Sorry.”

He dug for 20 minutes, making him good and tired. Silently you pulled out the pistol hidden in your coat.

”Baby, how far you dig this fucking thing anyway?”

He paused when he heard that click. Turning around slightly, he didn’t see the shot coming. With a scream he fell down, you swung hard, the shovel quickly chopped off his head.

”You bitch! You fucking bitch!”

”Oh shut up, Buggy! You were gonna kill me anyway!”

”No I wasn’t! I might now you goddamn cunt!”

You shook his head, “whatever. I’m collecting that bounty.”

He screamed in a rage, his detached body struggling to stand up. You looked toward the shore, you had time to drag his body to the sea. He wouldn’t get up now.

His head fell silent, you glanced down to see the heart break on his face.

”Oh fuck off, don’t act like it meant anything.”

”Sure.”

”Oh what? Like you mean it? Like you actually cared about me at all?”

”I did.”

You shook his head, “I lost my leg! I lost my strength! You took it from me!”

”You took my heart and now my head, guess we’re even now!”

”You better not say what I think you’re gonna say!”

He spat at you, and causing you to cry out toward the sky.

”To think I let myself believe you were different.”

“You did this to me, Buggy.”

He winced, still feeling his body getting cold now. He looked up at you, you refused to meet his eyes.

”Do me a favor huh? Before I kick the bucket.”

”What?”

”Kiss me, one last time.”

You held his head up to your face, the sadness in his eyes you couldn’t bear to see. Tears rolled down his face as you kissed him tenderly. Reluctantly, you separated.

”I love you,” he whispered.

You set him in a bag as you readied your ship. Glancing back at the head of the man you seemed tied to by fate. Did he mean what he said? Did you love him too?

You burst into tears, running as fast as you could with the bag in your arms. You opened it up, so he could attach again. With surprise, Buggy watched as you carried him to the boat. You apologized between sobs, blood wetting your fingers.

You didn’t explain to the ship’s doctor what happened. Buggy never giving it away himself. You were going to die for this, and you accepted it. Maybe that was all that needed to be done to be free of him forever.

You didn’t leave his side, just like he didn’t leave yours. You should’ve known better, it was there in front of you all along.

He woke up late at night to you sleeping on the chair bedside. Various emotions swirled inside him as he gently nudged you awake.

”Buggy, oh thank god!” you rubbed his arm, “how you feeling?”

”Fine uh, care to explain what the fuck was that?”

You blush, shrinking in the chair. How were you ever coming back from that?

”I…had a plan. And a back up, in case it didn’t work out.”

”Was there even a fucking map?”

“Yes, for me more than you.”

You stared at each other, afraid of each other now. You desperately wanted things to go back to what they were. Carefully you hooked his hand with yours. You placed something in his palm.

He scoffed at your gift, his missing pinky.

”Get the fuck out.”

You nod, “that’s fair. Buggy, I…did you mean it? What you said?”

He swallowed hard, “does it fucking matter?”

”Yes,” you whisper, “because I do. Even if you don’t, I do.”

The tears fell again, Buggy turning his head away. You stand up, slowly heading out the door. You knew how to make this right, hoping he wouldn’t hoist the anchor as soon as you were gone.

In the pitch black dark, you finished up where you started. The pain in your leg was nothing compared to the one in your chest. You hobbled pathetically back to the cabin, looking the sorriest you ever felt as you presented what you promised.

”I can fuck off forever now, or…”

”Or?”

You swallow a nervous laugh, “I can make it up to you. You can even shoot me back.”

He laughed, “I got all my pieces with me now. Guess that’s payback enough.”

You nod, “permission to stay?”

”Yeah, sure.”

He didn’t look at you, and you decide against coming closer.

“I’ll just go find a place to sleep…”

”No, don’t. You don’t have to, not with your bum leg.”

”Buggy…I’m sorry.”

He motioned you over, letting you drape an arm over him.

He closed his eyes, “we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

”Oh, okay.”

He held your hand to his lips, “you’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

You let out a sigh of relief, easing into the mattress. Soon enough sleep claimed you, body and mind ready for whatever you got coming to you. All that mattered in this moment was Buggy in your arms.

You made it through the night alive, still shaky from the events that unfolded. Buggy pulled you closer, not wanting to wake up. He was going to be the death of you, one way or another.

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“can you teach me” | sim jaeyun

synopsis; virgin!afab!reader wants to try to learn abt sex and always wondered what it feels like so she convinces her best friend! jake as to why he should help her.

warnings; smut (mdni), handjob, fingering, boob play, making out, dirty talk, name calling [princess, good girl,baby] no p in v, spit?

a/n; if there’s any typos or mistakes it’s because none of it proofread or anything or i’m sorry that 😭 but other than that please enjoy n lmk what u think. this will be two parts. mayb 😭

you have been overthinking ur virginity for a long while, maybe too long. you always thought abt what if you never did it right, or what if you jerk them off and you don’t satisfy them. you even thought badly abt ur body, what if your boobies look weird or if your pussy doesn’t look or taste or feel like others. you shared these thoughts to jake your best friend since 5th grade.

you could trust jake w/ anything. sharing your feelings, taking care of you when your sick, letting you cry on his shoulder after you got dumped, blasting music and dancing like crazy ppl. and then you thought ‘maybe i should ask jake to help me.’ honestly to you this was genius, a hot guy friend to help you w/ your dick stroking game. you were definitely asking him when he comes over in a few.

30 minutes pass and you hear jake yell “y/n! i got take out!” “coming!” you run down the stairs and jump into his arms for a hug. “woah i saw you yesterday what’s with the jumping and hit smile?” “i have something to ask you” you chuckled. “okayyy” he says after taking a big bite of his noodles. after like 5 minutes of just downing your food you ask jake. “can you teach me how to have sex?” jake chokes on his food, punching his chest and drinking some water. “what?!” he looked at you as if you were crazy. “do you know what your asking? i cant do that!” “why not?” “y/n we’ve been best friends since the 5th grade” he brought up. “yeah and that gives me more of a reason to do it w/ u, would you want me to give to some dude while i have zero to none experience?” “i mean no but” he sighed.

“pleaseee jakey” you plead as you toy w/ the drawstring of his sweats before moving your hand lower to his thighs. sitting up to your knees and grabbing both sides of his face. you don’t know what got into you, but this was your chance, and you were incredibly horny. kissing his cheeks before giving him a quick peck on the lips. “you’re the only guy i trust to touch me, please? for me?” jake never thought he’d see the day you’d beg for him to touch you. he’s not blind, you’re a very attractive lady. ever since y’all started puberty, he couldn’t help, but to give a few a lot of glances at your tits. he stroked his dick thinking abt how you could take his dick or how your lips look wrapped around it. and the way your playing w/ his drawstring isn’t saving his act right now.

kissing down his honey tanned neck. “please?” “o-ok, i-i’ll do it” he stuttered. “i’ll teach you, but don’t beg like that for right now, your gonna make me cum in my pants.” you jumped in excitement. “where do we start first? can i touch you? should we kiss?“ throwing a bunch of questions at him. ‘she’s rlly excited for this, better not disappoint then’ he thought. “can i kiss you?” you nodded. “no i need you to be verbal w/ me princess” he ordered. god, the moment that pet name slipped out, your stomach wobbled around. “y-yes” your cheeks gone pink. “cute” he whispered before placing his soft plump lips onto yours. he takes the lead as he patiently waits for you to follow him, pulling your head closer, rubbing your forearm, before intertwining his hands into yours.

the kiss gets deeper and the room gets hotter but you guys don’t stop. at this point, you’re straddled on his lap, grinding down his crotch. he pants “fuck.” “ar-are you okay?” concerned it sounded like you hurt him. “n-no it felt good” he looked down at his crotch. he’s so hard it hurts. the tightness compressed in his sweats and briefs is killing him. “i’m going to teach you something now, okay?” you nod. “words baby” he reminded. “yes ok let’s do this” which wasn’t rlly convincing, considering you were fiddling your fingers around. “hey it’s ok i’m right here” jake reassured. you smiled and nodded as jake continued to take off his sweats and briefs.

looking at his dick just caused your pussy to have a tsunami. he wasn’t big but he wasn’t small, girthy tho, and it was actually super pretty to look at. you look into jakes eyes for permission. he nods. you wrapped your hand around him, hearing him gasp at the touch. then you look at him confused bc you don’t know the next step. “here i’ll show you” he says before spitting into his hand and putting onto his dick, rubbing up and down in circular motion. throwing his head back, groaning, and biting his lip as you watched. your underwear felt sticky, you were so wet, and he hasn’t even touched you. “y-you try” he pants.

you spit a bit onto his dick before stroking him up and down in circular motion like he demonstrated before. his chest going up and down as his breathing spiked faster, his eyes fluttering closed, his slight whimpers, and gasps. he looked so sexy like this. “gonna cum oh don’t stop” he moans out. as you went a little faster, white ropes of cum spurts out. you don’t know what got into you but you just had to take the tip of him into your mouth and swallow the last few spurts. jake bucks his hips into your throat at the stimulation, taking his final breathes and pants. “fuck y/n you did so fucking good, but now it’s your turn” he smirks.

he lights pushes you down the sofa. “can i take your clothes off?” he asks. “y-yes” without hesitation, you lift up your hips so he can take off your shorts and underwear. as he throws them somewhere in the house, you take your top and bra off, but still covering yourself a bit. “don’t cover yourself, you look beautiful y/n” he reassures. you drop your hands. “can i touch you?” “yes” your voice is kind of shaky but you still trust jake w/ your body. his hand makes his way to your tits, softly massaging them, making you whimper. his hand travels from your stomach to your pussy. he takes a finger a rubs once against your slick folds, making your legs open more. he barely done anything and you can’t even think straight. toying with your pussy before slowly entering your wet slick.

his finger fucking you deliciously, between your moans to how fucked out you look just from his finger, he couldn’t wait to add another. a long salacious moan exits past your lips as he added another finger, fucking your faster, rubbing your clit with his thumb. the pleasure was so much, your legs were shaking. your hands travel from your tits to jakes wrists gripping them so he doesn’t stop. he bends over to your ear and whispers, “you look so gorgeous like this princess, your gonna cum for me like a good girl right?” you nodded and plead for him to finish you off. “words baby, ask permission to cum for me” he smirks. “please can i cum?” your hand goes up to jakes hair to caress him all the way to his cheek. “please can i cum, i’ve been good” you gasp. “go ahead my love cum for me” he permits. your mind goes blank, everything went black for a second. “are you ok?” you nod and smile. “thank you jake, feels so good” you watch jake clean you up, put your clothes back on you, and then his before you drift off to sleep. “i love you” jake says as he lands a kiss on your forehead before cuddling up next to you.

a/n; thank you guys for reading! hope you enjoyed my first enhypen smut :) many more coming but i need to sleep it’s 1:26 am rn 🧍🏻leave feedback if anything!! also thank you guys for 324 followers seriously i love all you guys!!

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[imaginealotofthings]

Imagine you find out Chibs is seen with another woman.

"Y/N, they were together."

"We saw them"

"He's moved on!"

.. The old ladies & croweaters- the ones you considered friends, even maybe family now; kept telling you Chibs had moved on. You and Chibs weren't officially a couple, so you had to act like you didn't give a shit, but in reality - you fell in love with the man the first time he spoke to you.

Were they just trying to hurt you? Protect you? Who knew.

All you knew was that it hurt like hell! You had fallen so hard for Filip Telford over the past few months since moving to Charming - you really thought he was the one but you knew everything was too good to be true.

You sat at the bar with the girls in the clubhouse - they told you how much of a piece of shit Chibs was and that I deserved SOO MUCH better... The boys sat in a huddle, keeping out of the way - which seemed out of character for them.

You kept drinking...and drinking. I nodded along but didn't agree with a word they said. To be fair, I never thought Chibs would do this to me but he definitely wasn't a piece of shit & I definitely didn't deserve better. You didn't want better. You wanted him. You want Chibs.

You drank a lot by this point. "Thanks girls, I'm just gonna go out for a smoke."

"But Y/N, you don't smoke." one of them spoke over the others.

"I do now!" grabbing the packet of cigarettes and lighter you head outside.

Leaning against the wall, you lit the cigarette. This was the first one you'd had since quitting 5 years ago. You were ashamed, but you smoked as if it was going to cure everything. Blowing out the cloud of smoke a hand appeared yanking the cigarette from your grip.

"What the fuck are you doing lass?" Chibs face concerned.

"Hey, give me that..." you stumbled. "You don't get to take stuff off of me, like that bitch whore has..."

"What are ya talking about Y/N?" Chibs more confused than concerned now.

"That woman you've been seen with all over town, the girls have already told me, so save it Chibs. I hope she was worth it." Chibs scratched his brow with frustration and realising what was happening.

By this point the girls and the rest of the Sons had come out to see what was going down. A few of the boys took the girls back inside to talk.

"Y/N, the woman is no bitch whore. I can assure you! It was your sister."

You stare at him, tears leaving your eyes. You waited for more answers.

"I asked your sister, Y/S/N into town for lunch - I wanted to ask for her blessing on behalf of your family. I wanted to seek approval to ask for your hand in marriage.... Goddammit." he began to get angry.

You began to sob, so hard shoving your face into your hands.

"I can't understand why you'd believe them, Y/N. I can't believe you think I'd do that to you! And smoking again after how hard you worked to quit. This has to be a fucking joke." Punching the wall, he storms off out of the Teller Morrow lot.

You fell to the floor in tears. Juice and Tig sat down to comfort you.

"Hey man, you can't blame her you know what them crow eaters are like, they'll do anything to keep us boys from serious relationships. It'll all be fine man." Jax says before patting Chibs on the back.

"Just the thought of losing her kills me, Jackie Boy." He looked at Chibs with an empathetic look. "I'm in love with her."

A smirk appeared on Jax's face. "Stop fucking about and go get her, she's in love with you man."

Chibs wipes his face and bounds up to wear Y/N sat on the floor in her drunken state.

He reached down and lifted you up. "Y/N, come on. Lets go." You nodded. He swept you up and put you over his shoulder. Taking you to his room and laying you on the bed.

"Asif you got this drunk with worry - I can't believe you think I'd leave someone as amazing as you.

I'm going to kiss the worries away.. all over your body. Ok lass?"

"Okay Chibby.."

"And then tomorrow, I'm gonna ask you to be my wife..."

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[sister-cna-reader]

a group of guys from another school try to get into Anya’s business but Anya is so level headed(and sees right through their thoughts) declines their offers. Then Damian comes along and shows them how a real man treats a lady.

Chef's Kiss Anon!

Friday

“Hey cutie,” an Adam’s Prep Academy junior asked, thinking he was sly leaning against the storefront door and stopping Anya’s path. “You. Me. At the movies. Tonight.” 

It is a horror movie, not that you’ll know until you're in my arms. 

“I’m sorry. I have to help watch my baby brother.” She declined, barely putting in the effort to be polite in tone. 

Saturday

“Are you as sweet tasting as you look?” 

The boy was twiggy thin and his brown eyes were over bright. 

His thoughts were… as tasteful as his pick up line. 

She saw the colors and emblem for Adam’s Prep Academy again on his duffle and could only hope the teachers there weren’t making pick up lines a part of their curriculum. 

How inelegant. 

“Ugh. If you bite me You. Will. Die.”  

She could not walk away from his dumbfounded face fast enough. 

Monday

She caught the colors before the name of the rival school came for a “Battle of the Block.” 

The biter and the leaner were both in the players huddle, their purple and yellow uniforms garish on the field. 

“Ugh.” 

“You better relax and look away before your face gets stuck like that.” Becky advised, pulling her friend up into the stands. 

They were seated, a row behind Damian and the E-boys who caught Anya’s disgusted expression with a chuckle.

“Oh man!” 

“What’s got you in a tiff Pinky?” 

Their good natured ribbing finally pulled the scowl off the Forger’s face with a long suffering sigh. “It’s like Adam Prep Academy has a homework assignment to use the worst pick up lines.” 

“You gonna do something about it?” Damian asked, eyes focused on his textbook, yet listening with a tilt of his head. 

“What can I do? I doubt I can knock sense into them with the All Boys school situation they have going on. I sincerely doubt any female teachers work there with how their acting!” 

A few hours later with the game over and won thanks to Watkin’s skill, the group made their way across the field. 

“Hey look it what we have here! A pretty little bit of cotton candy.”  

Anya had promised her papa she wouldn’t punch anymore boys but they just didn’t get it! 

She curled her hands into fists only for a cool hand to pry the fingers open with his own. 

Curiously, Damian brought their entwined hands up to his lips, giving a soft kiss to her knuckle. His golden eyes on the rival school athletes the whole time. 

“Starlight, when did you say the premiere for the Spy War Movie was?” 

“Uh..” She blinked frantically, hearing a cacophony of “!!!!!!!!!” from her friends behind their ‘I’m superior to you’ stances and expressions.  

“S-Saturday at 7 o’clock. Why?” 

His golden eyes met hers and he seemed to purr. “I need a plus one. You’ve always been a big fan yes?” 

Who even cared about terrible pickup lines and jocks who couldn’t read a ladies disgust?! 

This was Bondman! This was the movie premiere of Spy Wars! The LIVE ACTION! 

She leaned into Damian’s bubble, ignoring the way his face burned and how he squeaked, squeezing his hand against her chest so he could feel how excited she was.  “YES! Yes! I’ll totally go with you Damian! Should I wear a tux? A fancy dress?” 

“Take notes boys…” Becky snickered, enjoying the way the realization come over Damian’s face. 

Anya was practically clinging to him now, hearts and stars in her eyes while Desmond looked a few beats away from a stroke.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Rizzo dating a cheerleader would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Rizzo can sometimes be seen as nothing but a judgmental and sarcastic bitch and while she certainly has her moments, she’s also surprisingly welcoming. Each one of her friends has a different personality and she accepts them for what they are, never thinking twice about fraternizing with a ditz or someone who’s seen as childish. If you can roll with the punches and handle her sardonic jabs then you’re allowed to sit at her table; even if you’re technically her complete opposite. 

- She might not think much of you at first but once you prove that you’re not too pure to be pink, she’ll finally let her guard down and allow you to get close to her. 

- Your acceptance probably came while she was dealing with her pregnancy scare. A simple action like standing up for her in front of the people on your cheer team showed her that you were different from all the other popular girls in your school: and though she initially snapped that she can take care of herself, she accepted your earnest response of “I know” and shyly thanked you, an understanding between the two of you lingering in the air. 

- She takes great pride in corrupting you: showing you how to sneak out or ditch class and getting the two of you liquor to drink whenever you’re alone or with your friends. She wont force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with but she’s very persuasive and the excitement of breaking the rules will probably get to you at some point. Just like the liquor with get to your head and have you attempting to do drunken cart wheels while she teases you and fondly makes sure you don’t break your neck. Her adorable little lightweight~

- Teasing you is kind of her thing but it’s also just her thing in general. She likes to lightheartedly mock people so you never take it to heart when she steals your pom-poms and comes up with a silly little rhyme, letting out a high pitched hey and smiling as you snatch them away with a roll of your eyes, hiding your grin behind your hair. 

- She never admits it but she really likes when you tell her that her cheer ideas are good and that you’ll use them during the next pep rally. She helps you come up with a lot of your rhymes; even if she doesn’t take a lot of the brainstorming seriously. 

- She usually begrudgingly sits on the bleachers or waits by her car after school whenever you have a cheer practice; oftentimes with a couple of the other pink ladies. They all watch your warm ups in slight amusement and vague disgust, their lips turned up in a grimace whenever your preppy teammates act particularly cheerleader-like. 

- Verbal praise isn’t really her thing but she’ll somewhat shyly treat you to a milkshake whenever you do really well during a “performance” or practice, nonchalantly ushering you into her car so you can go and celebrate “your big split”. You miss the poorly hidden grin she has on her face whenever she watches you perform. 

- She has a tendency to scold you for going on diets and has a bone to pick with everyone and anyone who makes you think that you should lose weight. She also finds it amusing to watch you eat your weight in fries and hamburgers if you’re more of a eat, eat, eat type of athletic. She jokes that you’re gonna burn a hole in both your wallets. 

- Speaking of, she definitely has you flirt with your classmates to get the two of you stuff for free: knowing your pretty face and cheerleader rep makes the big dumb jocks swoon. Sometimes, she doesn’t even bother bringing cash because she knows you can swindle some poor, big lug into lending you a couple of dollars with a pat on his head, a pout on your face, and an “oh Jim you’re so sweet~”. 

- But, if it won’t benefit the two of you, she’ll scare guys away with brash and snarky remarks, glaring at them while she tugs you away and ranting to you about how much nerve they have and how stupid they must be to think that they have a chance with you. She��s also incredibly good at scaring away creeps.

“Why don’t you show us some splits!?”

“Why don’t you split before I deflate your empty head!”

- She blatantly calls you her girlfriend and makes it sort of obvious that the two of you are together but everyone always just assumes that she means that you’re close friends. It’s sort of like an inside joke for the two of you: how many times she can hint at the truth and watch as people cluelessly ignore it and the way that she rolls her eyes in response. 

- Sometimes, you just have to awkwardly laugh off her sarcastic comments and smooth things over for both your sakes: assuring people that she’s just kidding whenever she makes fun of them or says something snide. You simply just don’t need the trouble. 

- She’ll tease you and call you silly for being uptight about smoking but she’ll always comply and put the cigarettes away/out whenever you’re around. She’ll even whack her male friends on the arm and scold them for smoking around you, moodily ranting about how they should know how important athletes lungs are. 

- She’s certainly a bit more on the butch side but she also appreciates being treated like a lady. She likes when you open doors for her; even if she spends all night driving the two of you around and cursing like a sailor. 

- The two of you definitely swapped styles at some point and found a new appreciation for the other persons preferred look after gazing into the mirror and at each other and deciding that you looked best when you dressed how you normally do. She’d always try to urge you to let her give you a pink ladies makeover but once she does she realizes that she likes the usual you best and shyly admits it when you try to goad her into telling you what she thinks.

“Well its, its nice, its just the clean look is more … well, it’s just more …you.”

- You probably prefer red lipstick; since your cheer uniform is red and white, but she prefers pink so you have to come up with an excuse whenever people comment on how your shade is looking lighter and her shade is looking redder. 

- Speaking of your colors, you always buy each other bouquets with white, red, and pink as a sort of tradition since it sort of symbolizes the two of you. She finds the idea kind of cute, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.

[rhodesrider]

Last Straw

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Jimmy uso x Spoiled! black! fem reader

Warning: Anal Punishment, Squirting, the word Nigga

Word Count: 1.6k

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“But Jimmy! I really wanna go!!” Y/N pouted as Jimmy was working on a project car needing some air since he was stuck in the house for a while. “Baby please I’m sorry but a-lot of stuff has been going down in clubs like that. I just want you to be safe.” He explained and went back to the car after grabbing a tool. Her face turned red as she was starting to get even more frustrated. “But all my friends are going baby! And you’re not gonna be here.” She crossed her arms. “I’m sorry baby but no.” She gave an angry scream going back in the house and slamming the garage door.

Jimmy just sighed and continued working on the car, soon getting a FaceTime call from his brother. “Look man I’m not the one to tell you how she should be acting but Y/N is off the rails.” Jey said. “I’m sorry man. She wanted to go to this club and I’m not gonna be there.” Jimmy said. “Well man you’re not gonna be respected if you don’t do something about it. Now if mine was acting like this-“ “Well she ain’t your man. I have my ways and you have yours. So she has a little fuss? It’s ok. She’s gonna get over it.” Jimmy said sitting in the car. “Man I’m talking about how she just talk shit.” Jimmy blink. “She does?” “Yea. Oh that nigga ain’t shit, oh he’s so boring.” He said in her voice. Jimmy sat back sighing. “Then why won’t see leave.” He asked himself. “Hey uce imma talk later.” Jey nodded and hung up. Jimmy is doing the best he can, he just doesn’t wanna go back to his old ways, he doesn’t wanna hurt anyone.

Later on that night, Y/N insisted that she slept in the living room. Jimmy stayed up playing video games and soon had a bad feeling. He peeked out seeing Y/N sneak out. He’s tired at this point. He sat back down trying to figure out what to do. He sighed FaceTiming Roman, he answered watching TV with his girl. “Hey Ro I have a slight hypothetical question.” “Go for it.” He said, his girl Dasha waved at the camera watching TV. “So if Dasha was a Brat and she felt like she could do what ever she wanted to do-“ “I’d lay down rules and compromises for the relationship. You can only take so much to where you snap.” Dasha nodded as she put some grapes in her mouth. “Hey don’t eat em all.” He chuckled. Jimmy sighed. “And if that does work?” Roman thought about it. “Punishment.” He said and Dasha sighed getting a chill. “But I don’t wanna punish her. I don’t wanna harm her.” Jimmy frowned. “Punishment is never suppose harm it is suppose to hurt thou.” Dasha said. “Jimmy if there is something going on with Y/N you need to put your foot down.” Roman said and Jimmy nodded. He told them goodnight apologizing for the sudden call and sighed. “Yea…imma show her.”

At the Club, Y/N was at a table having fun with her friends. “I’m so glad I made it!” Y/N smiled loving the lights and the music. “This club just opened too, I’m glad we got in free.” Her other friend said. They admire each others outfits and enjoyed their drinks. Some guys watching them from afar. “I’m surprised Jimmy isn’t here with you. He follows you around like a lost dog.” The girls laughed. Y/N blinked and said nothing to the statement. She knows that’s she’s gonna get yelled at but she really wanted to go. Some guys started to come up to the table. “Hey ladies, wanna have some fun tonight?” The dudes looked shady. “We’re ok guys thank you anyway.” Y/N said, but the men just smirked. “Come on baby, you not trying to have some fun?” Y/N sighed annoyed. “I’m taken-“ She quickly said and the man got closer. “What’s that gotta do with me baby?”

“A lot of you wanna keep yo life.” The dude turned around seeing a very mad Jimmy. “What you want man? Can’t you see I’m busy.” Jimmy sighed and punched the dude straight in the face tossing him to the security. “Y/N let’s go.” Y/N hesitates some and Jimmy turned back around. “Now.” Y/N had a chill sent up her spine. She quickly got her bag and went to Jimmy’s side saying bye to her friend.

They finally got in the car and there was silence. “…look Jimmy I-“ “Shut. Up.” She dropped her head quiet. “I’m gonna speak. Not you. You always get the last say but not this time. I told you not to come here.” She looked up at him about to say something but his eyes were dark with anger. “I’m glad I did come. Because if dude did something to you, who know what I would have did.” He sighed out. “Wait till we get home…” Y/N shook a bit scared never seeing him like this.

They walked in the house, still silent. “Get upstairs.” Y/N looked at him as he went to the kitchen. “You ain’t the boss of me Jimmy.” She mumbled. He stopped in his tracks. He walked back to her and whispered in her ear. “Face down ass up. If I don’t see that in 5 minutes you will be in deeper shit then you are now.” He growled low and walked back to the kitchen. Y/N walked upstairs but soon jogged as she heard him go to the stairs to make sure she made haste. She went into his room looking at the bed, seeing a belt and warming live ready. She blushed some starting to get undressed and sat as he told her to, her pussy exposed legs open. She didn’t know what this feeling was, being nervous? And it’s Jimmy making her like this? This was a lot for her. After 10 minutes Jimmy walked in, sitting his water to the side. He saw his meal in front of him. He wanted to eat her pussy right there but he had to show restraint.

“So what are you gonna do to me?” She asked. Soon a sharp pain hit her, he used the belt on her ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He barked and she blushed looking forward at the wall. Was Y/N starting to like this? She had gotten a few more hits that led to some tears. Jimmy massaged her ass sighing. “I’m gonna use you. That’s what imma do.” He released his dick out of his restraining pants and grabbed the lube. He squeezed the bottle as it landed on Y/Ns tight asshole. “I’m gonna take that pretty little ass.” He pours some on his dick stroking it biting his lip feeling the warming take affect. He started to prep her, rubbing her asshole and slowly putting a finger in. She squealed some grabbing a pillow for comfort. “Fuck it’s tight..” he mumbled mesmerized trying not to get pulled in really wanting to eat her pussy but she needs to learn a lesson.

“Jimmy…” she moaned blushing and squealed again as he added another finger. “You know my name.” He said as he went slowly denying her orgasm. “D-daddy please faster~” Y/N moaned out rocking a bit for more. He hit her ass again for her to stay still. “I’m sorry Daddy…” she mumbled trying to recover from the sting. He pulled his fingers out slow, sighing. He got on the bed and rubbed his fat tip on the hole. He started to go in groaning from his tight it was. She cried out sobbing a bit in the pillow but it didn’t stop Jimmy it felt to good. He got most of himself in and sighed out feeling something wet. She was cumming, squirting even. “Now who told you to cum?” He smirked and started to thrust. “Naughty fuckin girl..” he fixed her back to an arch and started to fuck her brains out.

She held on to the bed, her makeup running, soon from pain to pleasure. Something about Jimmy being so rough with her like this it feels so good. “Your gonna listen to daddy from now on I’m sick of that fuckin attitude you carry.” He started to pump harder. She felt his dick throb in her from each thrust. “Daddy please cum in me~” she cried out cunning again and so did Jimmy pumping his warm load deep in her ass. He pulled out sighing. Y/N collapsed and moaned out a fucked mess. He smiled and going to the bathroom starting up the tub. He went to her scooping her up and kissed her forehead getting in the warm water and holding her close. Cleaning up her face and body. “Baby…I’m sorry…” he blinked looking down hearing her cry. “Baby girl…” he held her close. “I just take you for granted. I feel like you’re tired of me…” he sighed. “Baby I’m never tired of you. I love you. But I need you to just listen sometimes. I never try to take your fun away. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He smiled and kisses her softly. She kisses back giggling. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” She shook her head no. “It was hot, different from the usual sweet kind Jimmy..” she blushed. He smirked and kissed her neck. “You want more baby?~” he asked whispering and she blushed nodding. They soon started the make out session as Jimmy held her close. “I love you baby..” she said. “I love you more~” he smiled as he went back to kissing enjoying the rest of the night.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

In honor of the episode Elatation

I have a suggestion

What if Marinette did get akumatized?

Well I was gonna wait but… ah what the heck. Let’s just do it now.

(What if Marinette did get Akumatized in Elation?)

(Spoilers below)

- Everything identical up until Marinette’s outburst, resulting in the megakuma going to her.

-It went inside the rose, and Chat noir realized that this was a problem. But in his panic, this time… he went with thinking instead of impulse

-It was too late, Marinette had transformed into Demasker. (I imagine it’s like a masquerade themed akuma (I imagine a lovely red and black gown and her rose acting like a wand or magic staff to use the power)

-She had removed her earring and moved them into a bag.

-Gabriel will try to give her the power of the Tiger miraculous but realize she isn’t wearing an alliance ring.

-“for some reason I can’t give you additional powers, I will move and give you assistance.” Monarch states

-“Don’t worry monarch, once I have my love, You will get your miraculous. You just sit back and wait like always.”

-Monarch would have been more insistent, but part of him could tell this akuma was different. And he felt that maybe he would finally win.

-“Very well Demasker. Go claim your love! Enjoy your dance.”

-Chat noir jumps back. He needs ladybug’s help right now.

-“what’s the matter My kitty. After I see whose under the mask, we can finally be together.”

-Chat noir is heartbroken, feeling the guilt in having her get akumatized. He runs

-He calls ladybug but no answer

-“Ladybug it’s an emergency… I … I messed up real bad this time.”

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-Tikki felt a chill go down her spine.

-“Marinette is in trouble.”

-They rush to the roof and notice Marinette isn’t there.

-Alya heard her alliance ring go off “Akuma alert”

-Alya looks at the alert and they see the akuma. Tikki felt her heart sink. She knew

-“It’s Marinette…”

-Alya felt her guilt punch her in the gut. That’s why Marinette was gone.

-“Looks like we need Scarabella!”

-“Marinette still has the miraculous.”

-“We have to hurry! Deep down Marinette is resisting him. You need to find them.”

-“I don’t know where she is!”

-Alya scanned through the akuma alert. “I think I know”

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-“Marinette please calm down.”

-“I’m not Marinette! I am Demasker! Now I have powers! We can be together now. No more imbalance. But let’s get that mask off, I want to see those adorable cheek bones”

-Chat noir dodged the Barrage of attacks that would Demask him. As it hit objects or people it had various effects. It didn’t do anything to objects. To people it would show how they really were.

-“I can’t let that hit me.” Chat noir exclaimed. “But at least it won’t do any damage to the area.”

-chat noir tried calling ladybug again… still no response.

-Where was she? She normally would be here in a flash.

-“Is the kitty NOW interested in finding his Lady? Only when there’s trouble?”

-Chat noir had no idea why she was so angry.

-“Marinette please… you need to fight this. Monarch is using you. He is making you do things you would never do.”

-“I’m so sick of people telling me what I can and can’t do. Who I can and can’t love! WHY CANT I HAVE HAPPINESS ONCE!?”

-Chat noir can see the tears drip past her mask

-He left. He couldn’t fight her as chat noir.

-He went to the sewer and detransformed

-“we can’t just leave her like that.” Plagg told him

-“I need to wait for ladybug. I will transform again when she shows up.”

-“We can’t do that. We don’t have time”

-“I can’t fight her Plagg…”

-Adrien dropped to his knees. Tears streaming down his face.

-“It’s my fault that she’s like this.”

-Plagg hugs his holder

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-Monarch contacts Demasker and tells her to find chat noir later and focus on getting Ladybug

-“Don’t worry about Ladybug, she is a non-factor. I need to focus on chat noir.”

-“She is a factor! If you underestimate her it will stop you from getting the miraculous.”

-Part of Marinette’s mind rang at that statement. What was she doing!? Hunting down her meow meow and promising Monarch her miraculous and chat noir’s.

-Oh no no no, she couldn’t do that. But she did realize two things.

-1. Monarch can’t read her mind or her identity would have been revealed

-2. That There was a Better way for her and chat noir to be together.

-“Monarch, I have an idea. I guarantee that we can get all the miraculous together if you follow my plan.”

-Monarch felt his irritation turn to jubilation. He couldn’t read her mind but he can tell from her feelings she was genuine.

-“I’m listening.”

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[slytherinshua]

INFAMOUS TOGETHER

genre. secret agent au. rivals to lovers. exes. fluff at the end. warnings. mention a of bullet wound and sparring. profanity. kisses. pairing. taehyun x fem!reader. summary. what happens when you're put on a mission with the one person you're infamously known to not work with? wc. 3.3k. pt 2. reunited.

You wanted to smash multiple people’s heads in, as you stormed out of the meeting room. How could the Mission’s Officer put you with Taehyun?! Didn’t they know that you two could never work together? 

You had done missions that required roleplay before. Taking on another identity and sticking to it flawlessly until the mission was complete. You were quite good at it. But when paired with Kang Taehyun, you doubt you could even pretend to be his friend, let alone his wife.

You wanted to rip the folder that your left hand was holding a little too tightly out of anger. You were to take the identity of “Lee Hwayoung”, an influential lady who everyone knew the name of in South Korea. Her fashion and beauty brands had spread to even overseas and were a massive success. 

Taehyun was going to play the part of her husband “Park Suchan”. Together they were one of the richest couples of South Korea. They were on the guest list for a ball held by your target.

You were to use standard protocol: put the people to sleep and go in their stead, posing as them. 

Luckily, it was a masquerade ball. You didn’t even need to get masks of their faces. 

Taehyun would have to dye his hair blond, and you would have to flaunt a ridiculous dress. But a mission was a mission. Getting to your goal as quickly as possible so that you could be out of Taehyun’s company was your only goal at this point. 

He seemed to be as displeased as you were, walking into the training room, the door slamming behind him.

You rolled your eyes, facing away from him while wrapping your hands to prepare for boxing.

He came up to you, glare apparent on his admittedly pretty face.

“Listen here y/n, we’re gonna get this over with as quickly as possible. My reputation is at stake with this mission. My dad’s gonna kill me for even being assigned on a mission with you. As if I chose this.”

He was angrier than you thought. Maybe that was a good thing. You’d rather he be angry at you than sweet. Everyone knew that you two were a disaster together. 

Other agents had even made bets as to whether you two would ever be assigned on the same mission again. It was so unfathomable. Jung y/n, and Kang Taehyun were two people who just did not go together.

“You act as if I enjoy this. Trust me, I do not.” You stated firmly, mirroring his unpleasant facial expressions. “You know how those girls think they own you? They actually have the audacity to say ‘Taehyun is ours, so stay away from him’. I’ll work to protect your reputation if you put those girls in their place. It infuriates me more than anything. There’s not one day that I don’t want to punch them in the face.”

“I thought you stopped caring about me.” Taehyun said blankly.

“Oh don’t worry, I did.” You smiled icily, “Your existence only brings me annoyance and extra work.” 

That was a lie. You didn’t mind all that much. Hell, just being still associated with him in some way gave you a certain pride. You didn’t know exactly how much you would do for Taehyun, but the limit was a hell of a lot higher than what you were doing right now.

“Spar?” You asked, facing him, the confidence exuding off of you. It left Taehyun breathless, though he wouldn’t admit it.

“You’ll regret it.” He quipped, cracking his knuckles and neck, before taking his stance.

There was a natural chemistry you two had, whether it was arguing or sparring… or both. You would fly a punch and insult at Taehyun, and he’d send one right back. 

You both were a bit more annoyed than usual, and it showed in your sparring. Taehyun was making more tactical punches, and knocking you off your feet like his usual fighting style. He always fought with agility and swiftness rather than power.

You, on the other hand, were more rash as a result of your rage. You channelled your bad mood through your punches, watching as they very satisfyingly hit Taehyun. Though you wish it was that darned Mission’s Officer, or better yet, those girls.

You two were breathing heavily, though you both felt better after sparring. That was something you shared with him. Working out helped relieve stress better than most things.

Even though you should have finished 10 minutes ago, Taehyun was still going strong at you, which meant that you matched it, throwing punches with even more vigour than before.

You observed him wavering with one of his attacks and took the opportunity to trip him. He crashed to the floor, and you landed on top of him, faces just inches apart. 

“Well, hello there.” You teased, sending him a smirk, while he was still breathing heavily with wide eyes due to the fact that you were suddenly so close. He was lucky he could pass off his blush as colour from working out and sweating, and not the presence of you.

He admitted defeat, exhaling a sharp breath, relaxing his body, and pushing you off of him. To be fair, you had pinned him for 3 seconds, so by standard sparring rules, you had won.

You left the room, leaving Taehyun to repeat the moment of having you so close over and over again in his head. 

It had been almost 2 years, and he still felt bitter. He was surprised he still felt anything, given how much life his father had sucked out of him even as young as 3 years old.

“It’s not fair that she still looks this pretty… I would’ve won had she not-” he muttered, sighing again and falling back to the floor. His head became a mess whenever he even saw you in the hallway. He just couldn’t focus with you around.

//

“Let’s agree to never talk after this mission.” You said coldly, sitting down next to Taehyun in the train compartment. 

“Fine. Try not to even show your face as well. It’s distracting.” He scowled, looking out the window.

You paused, deciding how to take that throwaway comment. You resolved to not think too much into it. Staying away from Taehyun was for the best anyway.

The train ride was almost completely silent. You didn’t talk. In fact, you barely looked at each other aside from a few spare glances. 

The silence was more uncomfortable than awkward. You both felt like you ought to say something, but at the same time, neither of you were eager.

You both knew how to pull off the mission easily, you barely needed briefing for it or a plan for that matter. The mission itself seemed so easy, that you both wondered why you were going together in the first place. Who’s wonderful idea was it to put you two on the same mission?

//

You sat on the hotel bed, doing your makeup carefully. Even though you were going to be wearing a mask, you liked to be prepared, just in case. Makeup could conceal a lot, and with enough contouring, you could make yourself look a bit more like Lee Hwayoung.

Taehyun was in the bathroom dying his hair blond to look the part. You knew he would need help with it, and you wondered why he hadn’t asked for help yet. 

You finished up your makeup, closing the palette with a snap. Sighing, you went up the bathroom door and knocked, “Taehyun, I know you need help. Let me come in and help you.”

After a few seconds, a reluctant turn of the lock was heard and you stepped into the bathroom where he was.

He had admittedly gotten better at dying his hair. He’d had to sport red hair for a past mission you had been on together 2 years ago. You had helped him with it amongst giggles and jokes about ruining his precious scalp forever.

You used to long and wish for those times back. You would give anything to just relive the happiest moments of your life with him. But now, you were stubborn in convincing yourself that you were over him.

You exchanged glances quietly, before you walked to the counter and put gloves on. You took the bleach, dye, and toner, squirting some out onto your gloved hand and turning to Taehyun.

You sat on the countertop to be able to reach his head better, and distributed the bleach to any parts he had been unable to get.

He kept silent with his emotionless expression on his face. Only his eyes reflected what he was feeling, and you could read them all too well. He was thinking about how familiar this should feel, and yet the warm familiarity was stripped away, replaced by cold loneliness.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the movements of your hands on his head and letting his mind wander to the past.

“Taehyun, I can’t help you unless you turn around.”

“But then I can’t look at you.”

“You can look at me once you have your red hair.” You urged, getting the stubborn boy to turn around and let you dye his hair.

“Why is this relaxing? It feels like you’re giving me a head massage.” He told you, smiling and resisting the urge to turn around just to look at your beautiful face one more time.

“You’re gonna look so pretty with red hair.”

“I thought you liked my natural hair?”

“You could pull off any colour perfectly, have you seen your face?” You laughed, “Okay, I’m done with this part.”

Taehyun turned around immediately, and you looked at him disappointedly. 

“I didn’t say you could turn around, cutie.”

“Can I just have 1 kiss, though?”

“1?”

“2?” He offered.

“3.” You proposed, making him giggle.

“3.” He said contentedly, soon bring his lips up to meet yours.

Taehyun exhaled unsteadily. ‘Pull off the mission. Don’t get lost over what happened in the past.’ His brain persuaded.

You soon finished with the dying. Telling Taehyun to wait until he could wash his hair.

It was 6:48, almost 10 minutes until you needed to go to the party, and complete your mission. Taehyun was looking handsome as ever in his tuxedo and blond hair that looked like it was done by a professional.

You were putting on your elegant black gown for the party, zipping it up quickly, and stepping out of the bathroom.

“Let’s go-“ Taehyun cut himself off upon seeing you. He didn’t do it intentionally, but his brain short circuited after he saw you in that dress. You were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

He hoped he didn’t make it too obvious how his heart had immediately sped up upon your entrance. 

This was a work mission. He wasn’t supposed to get distracted by you. As soon as this was all over, he could forget about you again; with his reputation still intact, and the higher ups impressed by him once again.

“Yes.” You nodded coldly, “Let’s go.” 

You were admittedly mad at Taehyun. You couldn’t help it. He hadn’t said more than 4 words together in a sentence to you the whole day. You wished for him to just say something, anything that sounded like him. Not this emotionless, clone-like version of him… but him - Kang Taehyun who you knew so well.

You arrived at the mansion after studying the floor plan in the limousine. It was almost laughably easy to navigate through the house. Even with guards there, you would pull off the mission without fail.

You waved to other party attendees as if you knew them. They were all rich, important business people, who were definitely acquainted with Lee Hwayoung and her husband.

As the party went on, you both layed low. Or you tried to. A group of people came up to you for a conversation, and you had to hurriedly whisper to Taehyun to start acting a little more like your “husband”.

This ended with his arm around your waist - another piece of nostalgia that hit you both a little harder than you thought it would. But with his acting skills, Taehyun was the last suspicious person at this party.

As the party grew a little quieter, you and Taehyun exchanged knowing looks and both went your separate ways to finish the mission. It was time to kill the target.

It was going perfectly. Your target in question was drunk and unguarded. With a quick shot of your gun, he was dead on the floor.

Taehyun soon came into view, giving you the signal that there was a safe way out of the mansion. You followed him out, keeping your head low and advancing quietly. Your mission would be complete once you exited the mansion safely without getting caught.

It wasn’t until you had gotten outside that things went a little wrong. The guards at the gate caught sight of you, and they were skilled at their job.

There were 4 of them against the 2 of you. It was definitely manageable. You took on 2 each, trying to just injure them and get away. Your code of conduct stated that no unplanned casualties were to happen on any mission unless a serious threat occurred.

Taehyun knocked one of the guards to the ground, battling the other in hand-to-hand combat. You switched off fighting your two guards, your swift movements being no match for them.

Your attention was drawn to one of the guards who you could see sneaking behind Taehyun with your peripheral vision. You quickly knocked out the guard in front of you, running to Taehyun before he got ambushed.

But it was a trap.

The guard wasn’t actually going for Taehyun, but for you. As soon as he saw you coming, he turned towards you and lifted his gun.

You grabbed your own gun as a reaction, ready to shoot before he did, but you were half a second too late.

A chilling sound was heard, and Taehyun’s heart dropped.

“Y/n-” Taehyun looked back in horror, a bullet piercing through your shoulder unexpectedly. You shot the guard who had fired at you before dropping to the ground in pain.

Enraged, Taehyun kicked off the guard he was fighting, shooting him expertly in the chest and running to where you were.

“I’m fine-” You said stubbornly, more concerned about Taehyun than the state of your bleeding chest.

“You are not fine. Shut up.” He crouched down, looking at your wound with worry.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, half hurt by it. He was acting like the old Taehyun all of a sudden. Apparently all you had to do was take a bullet to your shoulder, and a switch would magically go off in him. It was completely baffling, and it brought back memories you wished to forget.

“Because I still fucking care about you. Didn’t you hear me when I said shut up!?”

“You’re unbelievable.” You huffed, wincing only a little from the pain.

Taehyun looked around quickly, “Let’s go, it’s clear.”

“How far is it to the hotel? We don’t have a car.” You asked, immediately knowing what Taehyun was thinking, and not liking it.

“About 5 miles to a hospital. I can run.”

You winced again, “Fuck- why do bullet wounds hurt so much, that’s inconvenient.”

Taehyun’s attention went back to you faster than you could blink. He stared at you with a mix of concern, adoration, and sadness - wondering how you could joke about a situation like this. You got shot, and he was more worried than he had ever been in his life. But here you were joking about the pain being “inconvenient”.

“Let’s just get you to a hospital.” He said quietly, hiding how hurt he was that he let you get shot. He picked you up to carry you on his back, carefully placing your arms to hang over his shoulder without disturbing the bullet wound. 

You were losing consciousness, and Taehyun knew it, which added to his concerns and worries ten fold. You passed out soon after from the blood loss. It alarmed Taehyun so much he was fighting back scared tears. He ran faster, if that was even possible. His only goal was to get you to the hospital safely. He needed to make sure you would be okay.

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You woke up to blinding white lights of what looked like a hospital room. You squinted, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the lights, but ultimately failing and closing them again. 

You couldn’t feel any pain at all, which alarmed you a bit. You knew you had been shot - you felt the bullet pierce through your skin and gift you the worst possible pain you’ve ever experienced. So why didn’t you feel anything now? Were you dead?

“You’re awake?” You heard his voice, and you forced yourself to open your eyes again. You wanted to look at him. You wanted to be sure he was actually there.

You felt the lights dim a bit, your eyes still being closed, and you felt like crying. He had dimmed the lights for you. You blinked your eyes open successfully this time. They were a bit watery from Taehyun’s thoughtful actions, but you couldn’t help it.

You soon found it very difficult to move, which frustrated you. You wanted to sit up so you could see Taehyun, if he was actually there. 

You saw an IV hooked up to your hand, and you assumed it was pumping the anaesthesia medication. No wonder you felt numb.

“Here, wait-” You heard him walk up to the bed and push a button, making the headboard of the bed lift up to a sitting up position. 

And finally you could see him. He adorned a light blue hoodie that made him look warm and soft and cute. You just wanted to stare at him forever. You didn’t even notice that you started to tear up until Taehyun’s face turned worried. He reached forward to wipe away the tear that escaped your eye.

“Please don’t cry. Please.” He whispered, the desperation in his voice crushing your heart. You sniffed back your tears and nodded, holding onto his hand that was still near your cheek.

“What happened after I got shot?” You asked in a soft voice that contrasted your usual confident self so harshly. Even just the tone of your voice made Taehyun worried.

“I ran to the hospital after you passed out from blood loss. A-and, you got surgery.” Taehyun gulped, looking down. “I was here the entire time. I didn’t leave the room, not even for a minute. Even when the nurses told me to, I refused. I didn’t want to leave you…” He admitted.

“Were you really that worried?”

“What kind of question is that?” He choked out, feeling guilty that he had been so cold all this time that now you thought he wouldn’t worry about you.

“You seem like the old Taehyun right now…”

“The old Taehyun?” He asked, even though his brain immediately knew what you were talking about.

You nodded, “The Taehyun I love. The Taehyun who loves me back. The Taehyun who worries about me and thinks about m-” 

His lips interrupted you, kissing you with a longing that made your heart ache in your chest.

“I’m still that Taehyun. I never stopped.” His eyes held all the sincerity in the world, as a few tears slid down his cheek. You swiped them away like he had done just minutes ago. “I still love you, y/n.” 

[e-munson666]

Denim or Flannel (3)

++Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x F!Reader++

(Gareth and Eddie always promised not to let a crush come between them, they weren't usually into the same girl, but when it came to you they were both enamored. It puts a strain on their friendship when your attention is focused on one them over the other)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ language. Jealous Eddie, Jealous Gareth. Lots of angst. Some fluff, pining. A/N: so excited for this!! I adore Gareth and he gets far less recognition than he deserves!

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A:N// FINALLY!!! Sorry it took so long.

Taglist: @krys-orion @protecteddiemunson4vr @sidthedollface2

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Gareth was foaming at the mouth the next morning at school. He watched Eddie walk you inside, arm around you, his fucking jacket draped over you........the wide smile on your face as you walked with Eddie......

Gareth punched his locker before storming off, walking right passed you and his friend, glaring at the brunette as he went by.

"Fucking asshole," Gareth whispered, apparently loud enough for Eddie to hear, because he stopped right in his tracks, pulling you back to him when you attempted to keep going. You turned tour head to see Gareth standing behind you.

You smiled big and waved, "hi Gare" you said happily, not sensing the incredible tension between the two boys.

"Hey cutie" Gareth responds, never taking his eyes away from Eddie.

Eddie scoffed as Gareth spoke to you, causing you to whip your head around and see the curly haired brunette standing stiff, fists clenched at his sides. You come to the realization that they are at a stand off, over you.....and your body tenses.

You liked them both, you really did, but you definitely didn't mean to cause these two best friends to act like this towards each other. You thought for the most part they were just harmlessly flirting with you back and forth, but seeing the stern looks on their faces as they stare at each other made something clear.

They were at war. They were battling for you and you didn't even fucking see it. You could kick yourself for being so stupid.

You scan the hall and find Jeff and Mike close by, you quickly run over, grabbing Jeff by the shirt.

"What the hell" he began to protest.

"Jeff PLEASE help, they're gonna kill each other" you cry, pointing at Eddie and Gareth, still at a stand still in front of one another.

"Fuck" Jeff says, looking over at his two friends. "Mike, get in front of Eddie, NOW" he demands, moving quickly to step in front of Gareth. Jeffs soft eyes searching Gareths face as it contorted in anger.

You stood by, helpless to the situation. You just darted your eyes from one of the boys to the other, just hoping Mike and Jeff will be able to difuse the situation.

"Gare, buddy, your scaring her, okay. You are both scaring her. Is that what you want?" Jeff spoke calmly, placing a hand on Gareths shoulder, finally getting his friend to look at him, softening his face as he did.

"Eddie, don't do this, Gareth is your best friend, don't do something stupid over some girl" Mike said, not really helping the situation at all. Eddies big eyes looked over to meet Mikes, his angry expression startling Mike a little.

"Some girl Wheeler?" Eddie spit, the freshman in front of him now the target for his pent up anger.

Mike went to speak when Eddie stopped him, yelling "shes not some fucking girl kid. She's the girl." He lowered his voice, eyes shifting to look over at you. "Shes the sweetest, the prettiest.....she's the best"

You blushed as Eddie spoke to you, watching his face quickly soften as he watched you. He let out a deep sigh, body shaking from left over adrenaline as he watched you, allowing himself to calm down.

The calm didn't last though, because Gareth had suddenly started laughing, a very clearly angry laugh. "You're something else Munson" he spat, rolling his eyes.

"What was that Emerson" Eddie responded, fists starting to clench again. He went to take a step when the sound of your pained voice stopped him.

"Stop it! Fucking stop it!" You begged, breath hitched as you held in tears.

They both quickly turned to look at you, frozen in their places. It was an awkward few minutes of silence, as the two boys watched you shake where you stood, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay.

"What do you want cutie" Gareth asked, "which one of us" an angry glint in his eyes as he stared at you, Eddies jacket still wrapped around you.

"I...I...I...I Do..Do...Don't k..know" you stuttered, shaking your head. You were so overwhelmed you didn't know what to do or say.

Gareth suddenly moved forward, pinning you against the lockers behind you. "You don't KNOW?" Gareth spat, voice too loud, "we've been obviously fighting over you for weeks, and you don't KNOW which one of us is worth your time?"

You were fully bawling now, never seeing Gareth this angry before. He had never once shown you any type of hostility, never raised his voice to you before this, and you were scared.

"Gareth back the fuck off" Eddie warned, watching how scared you looked as his friend yelled at you.

"Gareth, seriously, back away from her" Jeff added, his calm tone a little shaky.

Gareth breathed heavily, ignoring his friends as he bore his eyes into you. He had blacked out from anger, and he had no idea that he was doing any of this.

Eddie had finally had enough, making eye contact with Jeff and motioning over to Gareth.

Jeff quickly wrapped his arms around Gareth, pinning him arms to his sides, and pulled him away from you while Eddie quickly wrapped himself around you, rushing you away from Gareth. You sobbed into Eddies chest, legs so wobbly you kept tripping.

Eddie scooped you up into his arms and carried you out to his van. Shushing and reassuring you the whole way there.

"Shhhhh, princess, shhhhh" he whispered, his anger being overshadowed by the heart break he felt watching you sob. He just pulled you into his lap, and rocked you back and forth, rubbing your back and kissing your head as he held you.

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In the hall, Gareth was struggling to get out of Jeff's grip. Once Mike nodded at Jeff, a signal that Eddie had gotten you out of the building, and somewhere safe, Jeff let go.

"What the fuck Jeff?!" Gareth yelled, huffing as he fixed his clothes and straightened himself up.

"Gareth......do you have any idea what you just did?" Jeff asks, watching his friends face change into confusion, and then devastation.

Gareth searches the hall, realizing you and Eddie were gone. He went to take a step forward, determined to find you and beg for your forgiveness, but Jeff stopped him.

"No Gareth, not today man. You scared the shit out of her just now......you need to give her space" "I mean it" Jeff said, not letting it be up for debate.

Gareth just stood there, crawling in his own skin. You scared the shit out of her just now replaying in his mind. He fucked up royally, he knew that.

He just needed to get you to talk to him....

You scared the shit out of her just now

And fast.

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