#his attitude is “even if i didn't smoke i'm probably still fucked by all the secondhand smoke and the family history of cancer *shrugs*”

[holocene-sims]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ✨️

thank you so much for sending this to me!! ✨️💜 i really appreciate it!! and i'm so sorry for letting this sit in my inbox a long time 😭

i may talk about him a lot, but it's never enough, so here are five new facts about the king of my blog aka grant 👑

when grant wants to feel something, he'll watch videos of the curiosity rover on mars singing happy birthday to itself 🎂 it's so incredibly sad but cute to him, so it immediately turns on the waterworks lolol 🥲

objectively, grant is NOT a car guy; he's 110% an airplane guy. however, he owns a car that makes him look like a car guy and gets him approached ALL THE TIME by people who want to talk cars. it's a 1960 ford galaxie and it looks like this, except i think it would be a nice shade of light, almost minty green or maybe blue (no, i haven't decided, and probably won't because there's no cc version of this car for the sims 4, so we'll never see it lol) 💚💙

why is that his car? 🚗 well, it was his grandparents' car, which he bought off them when they wanted to replace it; they have never had a garage or a carport in their entire life, so the car was exposed to the elements for fifty years, and it was, thus, fucked up. they were also tired of fixing it. however, it's a sentimental car because aoife and joseph met working on the same production line at a ford auto factory, and this car was the first one they bought as a couple in their marriage (even though aoife ironically does not know how to drive lmao). they wanted it gone but also didn't, you know, so grant bought it because he also didn't want to see it gone; he'd spent his whole life sandwiching into that backseat with 8 billion of his cousins. oh, aaandddd he bought it even though the necessary repairs were extensive, which he did all by himself with help from his grandparents and uncle (aka people who know shit about cars)

a shorter fun fact: he smokes luckies 🫢

grant has been on TV before! it was very brief, for like five seconds, but he was interviewed by his hometown news station after his high school hockey team won the state championship game one year and he was granted the MVP title. he was very nervous, and his friends ended up nicknaming him "mr. team effort" because his entire interview was him just saying things like, "oh, um, well, it was a team effort, and we worked really hard...together...as a team..."

[derangedanomaly]

Hello

could you do Nightmare!sans reacting to your S/o being pregnant with a girl?

Hello! I'm sorry for working on this request so late. I was just busy with school work and all that! Here it is, I hope you'll like it!

MASTERLIST

NIGHTMARES REACTION TO HIS S/O BEING PREGNANT WITH A GIRL

Nightmare will be stunned when you finally reveal the news to him.

He genuinely didn't even know that a reproduction between monsters and humans was possible. 💀

You'll have to give him a little space for awhile, he really has to take the information in.

He wasn't considering the thought that you could end up pregnant when y'all were in the sheets, at all. 💀

After he finally processes everything, the king of negativity will be... for the first time in forever, truly..happy..

Happy is an understatement, he'll be overjoyed.

His darling, pregnant with his baby?? What better way is there to show everyone you're his?

He immediately goes back to you, and does a really shocking thing... He hugs you.

It's really out of character for Nightmare to be acting like this. And with everyone in the room.💀

He probably scared everyone with his joyful attitude 😂

I think that Nightmare would genuinely want a son. You know, to carry on his position. (Kinda like in medieval times) (Henry the eighth who? /j)

But after you both find out you're expecting a girl though.. he'll still be happy. Anything that will come out like you is the greatest achievement he could ever achieve. So he won't be disappointed. (That's the most nicest thing he told you)

He wants to help you the best of his abilities, but probably orders the others to help you out, because he's really busy :(

He probably orders Dust the most when it comes to this, since Dust is probably the most educated of the bunch.

He forbids Dust to smoke near you.

If you truly need him, just him and him alone, then he'll be up and ready to serve you. Whatever you need, he'll do it.

You could almost say... That Nightmares gotten soft with you. He treats you as if you were made from glass.

He pays close attention to your belly, and makes sure you don't accidentally bump it on something, or if someone won't bump it.

He couldn't bare it if you had a miscarriage. :(

Nightmare likes watching your belly grow. He takes pictures every week, to look back at your progress. :)

Cannot deal with mood swings. If you get angry, then he gets angry, and an angry Nightmare isn't really a good sign. 💀

Couldn't probably keep up with your random cravings. You want a chocolate, ok. Wait- now you want A TACO?? Where the fuck is he supposed to get a taco?!

Tries to be more understanding towards you, he understands that you're the one carrying his child, and you have a right to be needy, moody, or anything! He really tries to keep this in mind, and not snap at you. (Which sometimes proves to be really difficult)

I think that you'll be fairly surprised about the way his whole personality did 180 while you're pregnant. It's actually a fresh of new air for you. (Don't blame you though. Nightmare proves to be an asshole sometimes 🙄)

[smuttyfang]

Johnny Silverhand, Seeing His Daughter

"If I can make a request for Johnny Silverhand x reader johnny while still being stuck in V finds out that His girlfriend had his daughter and he wants to see them so V takes him."

Words: 1,369

"Are you really sure about this?" You were feeling the tension and how nervous Johnny was. No words had to be spoken for you to feel each others emotions. His form materialized against the outside of the building, right beside of the entrance. It was in a nice area of Japantown.

"I need to see her. I didn't know I.. had a fucking kid. How was I supposed to know? I have to see her." He materialized again beside of you, looking up at the huge skyscraper. "Nice place.."

"Seems like she must live in a condo. Alt.. Well, Alt's current form, said she lived at the top." Johnny was visibly nervous, and wasn't doing a very good job of hiding it.

"Why didn't she tell me before she died? I could have found her, could have.." You wanted to chuckle at him, but you both knew that never would have happened. It almost made you feel sorry for him.

"Been a father?" You said, almost sad. There's no way he would have been a good father for her in his past, considering what his goals were back then. Not to mention his lifestyle.

"A shitty one, probably.. but I could have been one." His reaction made you feel even worse for him. He knew he wouldn't have made for a good father, even if he wanted to be one. He knew it too.

"Listen.." You crossed your arms. "I'll come up with a lie. I'll say that I knew her father for quite some time, long time ago. Before you decide if you want me to tell her who you really are. If you do, I'll tell her about you. If not, I'll paint a picture that she had a decent man as her father and give her some kind of closure. Without the gory details of your past." He thought for a good long while. Long enough for you to pull out a cigarette and take a few puffs. You knew that you smoking would also help him think, subconciously, in some strange way.

"Alright. I'll let you know what I'm thinkin'. Let's go." He disappeared. Entering the building, you realized this place was fancy, much too rich for your blood. She must make a pretty decent living. You stepped into the elevator, heading for the top floor. You could feel the complete fear coming from Johnny, even though he had no words to say in the moment. It was the oddest thing, thinking of Johnny Silverhand of all people being speechless. Once the elevator stopped, the doors opened into a small hallway, leading to the main door of the condo. You walked to it, lightly tapping on the door. You could hear the click of heels on the hardwood floor. Opening the door, she raised her eyebrow at you.

"Hi.. Can I help you?" The resembelance to Johnny was uncanny. She had the same jet black hair, dark eyes, the same slender face and cheekbones. She was wearing a dress, but you could see some colorful tattoos on her neck that trailed down her chest. She had some cybernetics on her face around her eyes, but not much else that you could see. She didn't look much like Alt, from what you have seen of her.

"Yeah, hey.. This might sound really strange to you, but do you know who your father is?" She scoffed at you.

"No, I don't, nor do I care to. Goodbye." She started to close the door on you, but you stopped her. She clearly had her father's attitude. Was she anything like Alt?

"Just- please wait. I knew him." She stopped for a moment, gulping.

"Knew?" You nodded. "I see.. You can come in I suppose." She opened the door, allowing you inside. Her condo was just as expensive looking as the rest of the building. It almost looked as though nobody actually lived there. Everything was spotless. She led you to her living room. A huge open window led outside to a pool on her patio. It was all complimented by a huge fully stocked bar, with plenty of vintage wines. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Nothin' fancy, just some vodka." She poured a glass for you, and poured some wine for herself. She brought the glass back to you, and motioned for you to sit down on the couch. You did so, before hearing Johnny in your head.

"She's nothin' like me." He appeared beside you on the couch, leaning back casually. He was probably in denial. You spoke back to him, in your own thoughts.

"She is just like you. Just maybe with much better circumstances in life." He huffed at you, knowing you were right. You turned your attention back to Johnny's daughter. "Thanks for the drink." You took a sip.

"Welcome. So.. you knew my father? I assume he is long dead by now." She takes a big gulp of her wine. She doesn't seem to feel entirely comfortable talking about it, but she needed to know.

"Yeah.. he is. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Didn't know him." She shrugged her shoulders. "Hard for me to feel attached."

"I know, but he wished he could have met you. He would, if he were still here." Johnny still stayed silent.

"What makes you so sure? He's not here to tell you that." Hardheaded. Not surprising.

"He and I were close. I just know he would." Leaning forward, you rested your elbows on your knees. "I thought I would come here to tell you about him, if you wanted to know. But I'm also here to learn a little about you. He wanted someone to know." She sighed, finishing her glass.

"I need more wine for this." She went to the bar, getting more drinks. Time went on in your conversation, and more drinks were swallowed down. She told you that she was living nicely because she had a very high paying job working on cyber security systems. She freelanced and managed herself, choosing who she worked for. She told you that she knew who to stay away from, including Arosaka. "Dangerous, dangerous people." She shook her head. "I'm not saying they deserved to be blown up but.. it was hard to feel bad for them when I learned about it." Johnny laughed.

"Nevermind. She really must be my daughter."

"She's also like Alt in one way. She's too smart for her own good, sounds like." Your head began to feel somewhat fuzzy, so you only halfway finished your last drink. "You're a lot like your dad."

"Am I? I guess it's possible." She stood up, walking to the window to look out at the city. "I never wanted children. Would he have wanted grandchildren too, I wonder?" Johnny didn't have a response.

"I'm not sure. He only wanted to know you. I know even though he's not here, he would have been proud of you for how successful you've become. Also for making better choices than he did."

"Better choices, huh..?" She hummed. "What was he like?" She turned to you. It was time for Johnny to make a choice. You looked in his direction. He sighed and shook his head.

"Don't tell her who I was.. my name. She's too good a kid. She deserves a good dad. To think she had a good dad." You stood up, walking over to her. You put your hand on her shoulder.

"Your dad was, most times, a stubborn, hateful jackass who made a lot of mistakes and bad choices in his life." She looked to the floor. "But he wanted to atone for his mistakes in the end, especially with not being in your life. He would have loved you. I know he would."

"I'm.. glad to know that he would have." She crossed her arms. Johnny suddenly stood up, then materialized at the door.

"Alright, that's enough.. I don't want her to know what kind of person her dad really is. Let's go, before she finds out. Please." In meeting his daughter, he suddenly was hit with all the shame and guilt from his actions in the past. All at once. "I'm such an idiot."

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[cloverhasnobrain]

I'm not sure what you're request rules are since I can't find the page [if you have one] but if it doesn't go outside your boundaries, could I request headcanons of revivebur, c!dream, and/or c!punz (separately) with a brat reader?

preferably a male reader, but if not, gn is alright :]

Ok Im finna go feral on this omg

So this is probably not going to be sfw so please beware lol

Warnings: smoking, sex obviously, degrading, slapping

Dream, Revivebur and Punz x brat! Male! Reader headcannons

C!dream:

Tries not to act like it, but secretly loves it so much

Will love to punish you, discipline you a bit, and will spend hours doing so if needed

At first he will be surprisingly soft about it, but if you keep pushing he WILL get pretty sadistic 😏

Is obsessed over that moment where you finally cave, your pretty little face contorting in the need for him, all for him, just for him.

"I didn't want to go this far, baby boy, but you leave me no other choice other than railing you until all you can think of is how I am the dominant one here"

Overstimulating you sometimes, but loves to edge you more

You don't get release until he says so, and damn, if you disobey, it will be so much worse

After he is done with you, he will do after care, but still whispering to you about how you need to learn your place and to behave next time with the promise of a reward

Revivebur

Oh boy, you don't know what you're getting into

Has a much shorter temper, and it will be shown when you start to act up

But that is a good thing, because this man LOVES hate sex

Will pound into you, calling you a stupid fucking slut

Such a pretty toy, why must you be so defiant?

You don't have to worry about his sanity when being a brat, just be careful to not be too dominant or you'll put him in subspace

Please praise him as you feel yourself surrendering, he will go crazy

"You could have gotten everything. Rewards, kisses, even to fuck into me. But of course you had to be such a little brat, huh? I'll give you some discipline."

Sometimes he will leave you with no aftercare for a while, smoke a cig watching you just completely fucked up, painted white and flustered

But don't worry, after a while he will clean you, maybe even pamper you a bit 👀

C! Punz

At first, he will play into your attitude, only to slap your butt and tell you to behave

Will warn you at first, but you never listen, do you?

Will praise and degrade you, and LOVE to edge you

Teasing you a lot, but then overstimulating you till you're dehydrated lol

Will be so kind as to give you some time to recover though

I feel like between the three, he would have the mildest temper

Pampering you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear after punishing the shit out of you

"Oh, you look so handsome all fucked up like this. Hopefully next time you will know how to behave, right?"

All of them love leaving you all marked up in places impossible to hide, the bastards

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So that was all. I don't know Punz very well, so I hope I captured his personality well-

Thank you for the request, and feel free to leave more if you want!

[sl33paholics]

The Unraveling Knots of Love

Jet Black x Black!fem reader

Warning(s): Mentions of sex, cheating, angst, tbh I just wanna make smth emotional

You were currently sitting across from your ex, Jet, on the navy blue round back sofa in the living room. Smoke was curling from the ends of the cigar you’d been smoking for the past half hour, and it was starting to burn your fingers. The air inside the apartment had been stuffy, hot even. You crushed the cigar on your ashtray, but Jet didn’t seem bothered. He looked bored with the whole thing. He wasn’t even drinking anything right now – he had a glass of water at his elbow instead, which he took great care to stir occasionally when he thought no one was looking. You wondered if that was intentional. Probably not.

It had been 11 years since the two of you last saw each other. A decade since your break up. Eleven years, and still nothing had changed about him. You could tell just by looking that he hadn’t changed a bit either. Now bald, those sideburns going down his cheeks to form a beard, you can see that the sides and the back of his head have hair, though. You lifted up your legs and had them to the side as you let out a huge sigh.

“I don’t know why I agreed to meet with you again,” you told him. It came out more like an accusation than a question. You tried to light another cigarette, but they were all gone, so you decided not to waste any time in saying whatever was on your mind. “We haven't spoken' to each other for 'bout, what, over ten years??" You asked. “And this is how you wanna spend your Friday night? Smoking cigars? Sitting on my couch in silence while we try to rebuild our...friendship?” You paused and waited for a response from him. Jet let out a laugh, and it echoed through the room. “You're still the same, Y/N. That sassy attitude of yours, the same way you acted when we first met." he said. "Same mouth. Same stubbornness."

You opened your mouth, ready to respond, but he cut you off. "Just look at yourself," Jet continued. His eyes were narrowed as he focused intently on you, and it almost seemed like he was searching for something.

"Look at yourself and tell me there's anything different about you."

"Well, maybe there is," you countered.

You knew he wasn't going to accept that. You'd given up trying to convince him. "I'm not going to sit here 'nd pretend 'ts okay, just because you want it to be. It don't change the fact that you cheated on me with a friend from high school." You leaned forward slightly, leaning towards him. Jet could see your breasts from your black nightgown, and he watched them move under your gown as you spoke. He swallowed hard. "You ain't sorry." You knew it would get to him. You knew it would make him realize. You wanted him to realize. There was no use in denying it anymore, after all these years. He could see it. He couldn't deny it anymore. You both knew that. But he was too caught up in pretending to ignore the truth to admit it. You knew you shouldn't give up on him, though. You knew he wouldn't do the same for you. Not yet. So you sat back against the cushion and crossed your arms, waiting for Jet to say it. You felt your heart beating faster as you waited. You hoped you weren't sweating. Jet was staring at you, but he wasn’t making eye contact. He wasn’t saying anything.

"Y/N…" he finally started. You waited, and he looked away before continuing. "Listen, I know I fucked up. Fucked up badly to the point where I can barely look at you without remembering all the times I used you. And I'm sorry for that. If only we could go back… I mean, I think you know that." He looked you straight in the eye. "Back then, I was stingy. I didn't apologize, doubled down, you know the whole deal. I guess I just got scared...getting caught." You nodded slowly. "And now I've matured and I can't run away from that...anymore." You stared at him, trying not to look like you wanted to jump out the window or cry. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the moisture collecting behind your eyelashes. "Can you forgive me?" The words sounded foreign coming out of his lips, as if he wasn't sure he was asking permission.

Your voice cracked as you answered. "Jet…" You sighed again, you felt tears beginning to fall down your face. Your hands started to shake uncontrollably. "I can't…I can't forgive you for what you did..." You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him anymore.

Jet leaned in, closer. Too close. "I'm sorry." You couldn't hear him breathe anymore, it sounded as if he was whispering into the shell of your ear. He placed a kiss on your cheek. It left a damp spot, like the rain outside on the balcony. "...asshole..” Jet pulled you into him and you put your head onto his shoulder. His shirt smelled like smoke and cigarettes, and his smell reminded you of home. You couldn't stop thinking about how long it had been since the two of you hugged like this. How long it had been since he held you this closely, kissed you this gently, or whispered these sweet words.

You could hardly believe you were holding him, kissing him...it had been eleven years. Ten if you counted the day he broke up with you. You were crying, shaking in his arms, and you couldn't remember the last time you cried this much. Or this hard. But you couldn't stop yourself from sobbing, feeling like a child whose parents had just kicked them out of their house. "I love you...Jet.." you managed to mumble between sobs. You didn’t really know why you were telling him all this. You'd be lying to yourself if you told him that you haven't thought about him from all these years. Hell, you've imagined this exact scene a thousand times since the day you realized he was cheating on you. You just never expected it to happen in real life. But it did. It was here, in front of you. It was real. Jet was here, holding you, kissing you. You loved him.

"I don't wanna lose you again, Y/N. Let's start over."

[doyozen]

ROOM 37. haechan

part 2. 5.5k words

playlist here

in which she falls for the guitarist next door.

ft. jeno, renjun, jaemin, yangyang, xiaojun, kun, soobin, winter, yeji

genre enemies to lovers, band au

warning contains drinking, smoking, mature content, haechan is an asshole at first

❝that attitude of yours is awful,

lee haechan. i don't care how

hot you are.❞

❝you think i'm hot? how sweet.❞

"open up." the sound of an exaggerated deep voice of youngmis brother was heard from the other side of the door. the girl who sat on the couch, eating ice cream and watching a movie practically jumped 10 feet into the air at him banging on the door beforehand.

she rolled her eyes, getting up and heading to the door before swinging it open. she didn't even get a chance to say anything as the twin pushed passed her and strutted into the apartment like he owned the place.

"why are you here?" youngmi asked, not wanting to deal with him at that moment.

"obviously i had to see the place for myself," he replied, plopping onto the couch with a sigh, "a bit underwhelming, but i'm not mad at it."

"buy your own house, then you can comment on mine as much as you want." the girl warned, sitting down next to him.

unlike his two sisters, yejun had no plans to move out of his moms house anytime soon. she never urged her kids to do anything, including getting their own place, but she was never mad when they decided it was time to leave or if they wanted to stay. so, yejun took it as an opportunity to stay as long as he pleased.

"nah, i'll probably just move in here," he joked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and placing his hands behind his head comfortably.

youngmi snickered, "yeah fucking right. you ever get kicked out, you'll either be on the streets or living with youngja."

yejun gasped dramatically. "wow! aren't you just such a good sister?"

"no that was too generous, youngja wouldn't let you stay with her either."

the boy shoved his twins head gently with the palm of his hand. "i like living with mom, anyways."

the pair watched whatever movie was displayed on the tv, mostly in comfortable silence with occasional side conversation about something random in their lives they'd forgotten to tell the other. the three siblings were easily best friends and told each other anything and everything, as their childhood wasn't great and the twins had to rely on youngja too much anyways.

"do you hear that?" yejun asked abruptly, reaching forward to the remote to pause the tv.

the confusion on youngmis face soon turned to irritation when she could hear the faint sound of muffled music playing through the wall. at least today he was nice enough to keep it quieter than usual. youngmi snatched the remote back with a huff and pressed play on the movie. "that's the guy next door, he does that."

"want me to go say something to the dude?" the other replied, hands on the couch ready to pounce up. yejun was a troubled kid who got into way more fights than he'd like to admit, and although he's matured mostly since then, he'll still take up any opportunity to punch someone.

the girl shook her head quickly. "no, no, sit down."

"why are you so fucking nice? that shit would piss me off, you should go say something."

despite the two looking identical, they were polar opposites. youngmi was a quiet, calm person. though she never took shit from anyone, she'd much prefer to just stay out of drama and things she could simply just avoid. yejun was not that person at all.

"it's not that it bothers me that bad to have to say something. if it does as time goes on, then i will." that was likely a lie. she had no intent on ever saying a word, especially after the encounter she had with him just the day before.

the taller decided he didn't care enough to carry the conversation as they went back to watching the movie in silence. they got immersed in the comedy film displayed and youngmi hadn't heard her phone buzzing until she looked over to see countless messages from none other than the girl she knew as sunny.

"leave," she said after reading through each message.

yejuns head perked up. "hm?"

"leave. i'm going out with a friend." the girl gushed, jumping up from her seat and running to the bathroom as she took her hair out of the knotted bun.

"you're just gonna kick me out?" the other shouted.

"yes! get out!"

she could hear a chuckle of disbelief from her twin as he quickly yelled a goodbye before leaving. youngmi brushed her hair as fast as she could, seething in pain at her scalp being yanked at but didn't stop until she was done. once hardly satisfied with her hair, realizing it wouldn't get any better, she moved to her bedroom and snatched pieces of random clothing items from her closet to throw on.

her pants were halfway on when she heard a knock from the door, immediately knowing it was sunny. "shit." she buttoned and zipped her jeans and smoothed out the t-shirt she threw on, running fingers through her hair to make it look like actually did something. she glanced at her makeup bag before deciding she'd rather not fuck up her face by rushing, and went bare-faced.

youngmi opened the door breathless and even a little dizzy, but sunny seemed to not have noticed her slightly panicked state when she looked up with a huge smile and practically dragged youngmi out of her place.

"i'm so glad you were free, i wasn't kidding when i said i like you. you drink, right?"

youngmi, who barely had time to process what was even going on, nodded eagerly. actually, she wasn't a big drinker at all. she hated the taste of alcohol and hated herself under the infuence even more.

before she knew it they were outside in front of an uber, sunny opening the door for youngmi as they stepped inside. "are you good with going out to a bar with some friends? you'll love them, i promise."

"yeah, of course," the girl reassured.

youngmi stepped into the bar with sunny with sweaty palms and a heavy chest. she started out quiet around the people she didn't know, but that soon changed when she started getting alcohol in her system.

it's not that they were pressuring her into drinking whatsoever. she was more so pressuring herself and wanting to seem cool by drinking more than she knew she could handle, and since these people have never seen her drunk themselves, they didn't know better than to encourage it.

youngmi learned that the five were inseperable in highshool, and it carried out in their early adult years. she could tell easily by the way they interacted and cracked endless inside jokes that she didn't understand, but was grateful they tried to fill her in on what it meant.

"are you okay?" sunny laughed loudly, watching as youngmi sunk into her seat with a goofy smile on her face.

youngmi nodded, humming. "i'm great."

it was easy to say the friends were loving it. she learned their names were eric, soobin, yeji, and winter who was a year younger than the rest. drunk youngmi found it hilarious how she and sunny were named after a season and the weather you'd describe in the summertime.

"it suits you, you know? like yeah. she's definitely a winter." she smiled, leaning her elbow on the table with a grin not leaving her face.

winter and yeji leaned into each other in fits of laughter. "she's so cute."

"okay, it's getting late and i have work in the morning." sunny announced once everyone had calmed down, them nodding in agreement feeling as if they'd also drank enough and it was time to go home.

"you ready?" she asked youngmi, but the girl was already sitting up from her seat.

the group said their goodbyes and made sure everyone was getting home safely, soobin being the designated driver for the other three and even offered sunny and youngmi a ride home, the two politely declining before she called another uber.

the girl could hardly stay awake in the ride, the bumps in the road making her feel slightly nauseous and got worried she was about to projectile vomit. luckily, she didn't and made it home safely.

"byeeee," she sang to sunny as she stepped out of the uber, the taller girl waving goodbye and still giggling at how funny youngmi was while drunk.

"goodnight!"

her legs trotted into the apartment building, the main floor being fully empty as it was already late in the night. the lights were dim and youngmis vision was still a bit blurry, as she found herself drunkenly and carefully stepping through the halls and into the elevator. her head felt like it was getting heavier and heavier and she kept having to stop herself from leaning into the walls and falling asleep standing up.

eyes barely open, she stepped out of the now open elevator doors and pulled her keys from her pocket and attempted to shove the key into the keyhole aimlessly.

"what the fuck?" she mumbled when the key wouldn't push inside, quickly growing irritated.

after trying another countless amount of times, she threw her head back in frustration before the sound of someone clearing their throat just next to her caused her to jump out of her skin.

"wrong room."

youngmi almost couldn't recognize the voice, but she didn't have to turn around to know who was standing there. still, her heart dropped right to her stomach as she lifted her head to see she was standing in front of the room numbered 37 instead of 38. "fuck."

haechan couldn't help a small smirk appearing at the corners of his mouth as he watched youngmi take a walk of shame to her door, noticing how her cheeks appeared to be red and her walk was stumbled. "are you drunk?"

"why do you care?" she muttered, holding the key to the now correct keyhole.

haechans eyebrows raised in shock, but not saying anything and watched even longer as youngmi continuously missed the key in the right spot. she fiddled with it over and over again, but just couldn't seem to get it right.

the boy grew annoyed and huffed lightly, reaching out to grab the key from her hands. "let me do it."

she quickly snatched her hand away before he could do so. "i got it. i got it."

the now raised eyebrow expression from the boy next door turned into a frown of utter confusion as he pulled his hands away and sucked his teeth. "whatever."

although youngmi definitely started it this time, she felt even more annoyed with haechan when she heard him unlock the door to his own apartment and slam it back shut. she thought, how rude and disrespectful is it to play music loud enough for the entire hallway hear, then get mad when someone gives him the same energy? tsk.

"douche," she whispered as she finally managed open the door to her place and get inside. it was definitely the alcohol talking at this point. maybe he was just having a bad day the first time she came face to face with him, and now she was suddenly feeling bad for-

no. he was rude first and she was simply returning the favor.

right?

youngmis arm flopped over to her bedside table, snatching her phone from it and opened her eyes halfway to see where the sound was coming from. she huffed loudly at yangyangs name displayed on her screen, not wanting to answer but knew he wouldn't leave her alone until she did. so, she pressed the green button and put the phone up to her ear.

"hello?" she mumbled into her phone with a groggy voice.

"where the fuck are you?" the boy cursed on the other line.

youngmi groaned quietly, slightly pulling the device away from her ear. "stop yelling, my head hurts."

"bitch, you're late for work and you know how much i hate being here alone."

"hm?" still dazed and confused, the girl took a minute to process what she'd just heard before her eyes shot open and she groaned again, this time louder and more at herself than yangyang. "i slept in on accident, sorry. i'll be there soon."

not giving him a chance to respond, youngmi jumped from her bed with the clothes from the night before still on her body as she ran to the bathroom. this is exactly what i get for drinking more than i can handle.

the toothpaste almost missed her toothbrush as she brought it up to her mouth and scrubbed her teeth like her life depended on it. sure she wouldn't be as late to work, but now at the cost of gum disease. she quickly finished up her routine and was out the door on her way to work before she could even blink.

as she pulled up to the record store, yangyang seemed to have been glaring out the window with a slight headshake at the sight of her. he looked pissed but youngmi couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic reaction from him of her. her car keys dangled over her finger as she entered the place, cool air hugging her immediately over her bare legs barely covered by black shorts.

"you look like literal death." yangyang commented. "kun has no idea you're late by the way, you're welcome!"

youngmi sent a playful smile his way and ruffled his hair. "thank you!" as the boy went back to check out where he was supposed to be.

a huff left youngmis lips as she looked around the store for costumers to help when a somewhat familiar face came into sight. soobin, she thought, the same guy she was introduced to literally the night prior. she was still a little embarrassed about her behavior, so she got ready to twist around and pretend like she didn't see him, but he managed to spot her before she could.

a cute smile fell on his face and he lifted his hand with a small wave to greet her. not the girl definitely couldn't avoid him, so she thought to be polite and walk up to him herself. "soobin, right?"

"yeah, do you come here a lot?" he asked.

"i work here! so... yeah, i do." youngmi laughed awkwardly as her hand found its way onto her nape as a nervous habit.

soobins face fell into realization, "ah, okay. even better. this is literally my first time coming here, and even buying records, so i really have no idea what i'm doing."

the shorter nodded and glanced at the record in his hand. "well, you seem to be getting the hang of it already. prince, you listen to him a lot?"

"yeah! honestly i don't know much about music, and i wanna get into it more so i figured this was the best way to start. i liked him a lot as a kid."

"i wasn't big on him but he's incredible. i would've never guessed you're a prince kind of guy."

soobin chuckled lightly, "i've heard that a lot."

"i have to get back to work, so just take that up front. if you want, i can put away a pile of bands and stuff i think you'll like for next time you come back?" this was too generous. youngmis job was mainly to help people find what their looking for, so maybe this was her attempt at flirting.

the boys eyes lit up. "really? yes, definitely. i would love that, thank you."

youngmi nodded before walking away to another costumer who looked even more lost than soobin. it was only her second time speaking to the boy, but she couldn't stop thinking about the interaction for the rest of her shift. was it his laugh? his eyes? his hair?

later that night she sat on a facetime call with sunny while she ate dinner and sunny painted her nails. she was quickly learning that sunny is one of the easiest people to talk to about anything, and they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. "so... is soobin like, single? by any chance?"

sunny gasped lightly as her eyebrows perked up, her eyes moving from her hand to the camera on her phone. "someones hot for soobin."

youngmi laughed, "no like, he seems super sweet and i don't know. he's fully my type. literally everything about him."

"he's single, babe. he is genuinely the sweetest guy ever, i'm glad you're going for him rather than eric."

"really? why?"

"one word. whore."

the two laughed together as youngmi chewed the food on her plate and sat in comfortable silence. after the sigh of a full stomach, she got ready to tell sunny she was gonna get ready for bed but the usual sound of haechans guitar broke the silence before she could.

she fought back a groan and didn't think sunny could hear it, but her head shot up again and she broke out into laughter. "holy shit. tell me that isn't who i think it is."

"mhm," the other hummed, "it's exactly who you think it is."

"you have full permission to go over there and beat his ass, i had to live with that for years so i know how fucking annoying it can be."

youngmi shook her head with a smile that hid her seethed teeth. "nope. it's all good."

"god, youngmi, it's only been a week and this place is a mess."

"it's not even that bad, you're only focusing on the bad parts."

youngmis mother had visited the apartment for the first time since picking it out months ago, her black heels clicking against the polished floor as she examined every single room for way too long. the woman turned back to her daughter with a sigh. "are you okay with everything so far? are your neighbors nice? do you have everything you need?"

the mention of neighbors made youngmis mind immediately shift to the boy in room 37, as that was the only one she really knew and against her will as well. "everything's good. i'm an independent woman."

her mom chuckled, "right, that's true. i'll head out now, call me if you need anything. i'm sure your dad will want to see this place soon so please clean up."

"you got it. bye." with a quick goodbye the woman left the place and youngmi decided to start immediately on cleaning up.

she gathered all the random pieces of clothing from around the place and shoved them into her bin of dirty laundry, making sure to pick up towels and such from the kitchen and bathroom. she then slipped on a random pair of shoes with the bin at her hip and headed out of the place and to the laundry room just down the hall, which she found very convenient.

she pushed open the door with her body and stepped inside with a huff, almost fully stopping in her tracks when she instantly made eye contact with none other than lee haechan. something about seeing him made her nerves go up, his aura being intimidating as is and his attitude didn't help, but he never paid her any mind as his eyes moved away.

he wasn't alone this time. a girl sat on a counter top in front of him, his hands at her waist as they conversed while small giggles left her mouth. youngmi couldn't understand what they were talking about, the sound of washers drowning out their voices and them talking significantly low made it impossible to hear.

either way, something about the way he whispered to her and her obnoxious giggling filling her ears even over the sound made her blood boil. and to put the cherry on top, they were right next to the only washer available.

the girl he spoke to twirled her long blonde hair between her finger tips as haechan massaged his hand on her knee. youngmi placed her bin on a chair on the other side of the room, mindlessly digging through the dirty clothes as she waited for the two to leave. she found it so annoying how hard he seemed to be trying to look cool in front of this girl.

get a fucking room.

after a good five minutes, the pair still hadn't left the room and as much as she didn't want to, she had no other choice but to politely ask them to move.

"hey, this is the only free washer, could you guys maybe scootch over a little bit?" she asked nicely, a friendly grin over her lips.

"my clothes are in here." haechan replied, his face deadpanning as he looked her way, pointing to the washer and drier on the other side of them.

"right, but this is the only other open one in here, and her leg is halfway on top of it. i can't really open it like this." what she really wanted to say was, i don't feel like watching strangers practically dry hump as i do my laundry so please fucking move.

"why don't you just go to another floor?" the girl stepped in, her eyes scanning youngmis body with a frown on her face.

her face went blank, blinking in disbelief as the pair stared at her. her heart started pounding out of her chest, not wanting to make a scene but couldn't believe the conversation she was having. all she wanted to do was have clean clothes.

"why... would i do that when this room is on the same floor as my apartment...?"

haechan seemingly not wanting anything to do with youngmi anymore, brought the girl off the counter and left the room with one last glare, leaving youngmi embarrassed and frozen in her feet. just when she thought he couldn't get any worse.

her body still shaken from frustration and embarrassment, she angrily threw her clothes into the washer as she tried to forget about what just happened. as if her mind was being read, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out to see a call from sunny.

she clicked answer, holding the phone up to her ear. "hello?"

"hi-whoa. hello attitude, everything okay?"

youngmi sighed when she realized her tone came out more harsh than she wanted to. "i'm sorry, it's just..." she can't tell sunny that her brother was easily making life way more difficult than it needed to be. "nothing. sorry about that."

"all good, love. i was just wondering if you had any idea where my brother is seeing as i've been outside of this building for ten minutes now calling him nonstop, and he won't pick up. it's bad enough i have to be his uber, do i look like i have time to sit here and wait?"

youngmi just sat her phone down and listened to sunny rant, not interfering as she really sounded like she had lots to get off her chest. this went on for another minute before she abruptly stopped. "he's here, finally. i'll call you later!"

youngmi kept her promise of compiling a few records of artists she thought soobin would like, and yangyang found it hilarious. she gathered it as soon as possible and kept it stored away until she would see him again, which wasn't until a few days later.

"it feels wrong to give special attention to certain costumers," the boy teased, youngmi not even getting 5 whole minutes to herself before he was starting again.

the brunette didn't turn to look at him as she organized cds placed neatly on a shelf. "you would understand if you actually talked to women other than me and your mom."

yangyang gasped dramatically, "i do! you wouldn't know because-oh shit, look who just walked in."

youngmi curiously lifted her head in the direction of the doors, watching as soobin walked in and hugged the place with his charming aura. it was almost embarrassing how quickly her heartrate sped up at the sight of him, having only known him for a week and wanted to run and hide. their eyes caught each other too abruptly as he seemed to have been looking for her.

"in this house, i say no to third-wheeling," was the last thing yangyang said before strutting away. usually youngmi would laugh at his stupid remarks, but soobin found his way to her before she could.

"hi! i-i wasn't expecting to see you today, but i have your records ready."

he smiled. "i actually wanted to come way earlier than today but i didn't wanna seem too eager."

eager? eager?! as in, he wants to see me just as much as i want to see him? "it's all good, you can come here whenever you want."

"i'm kind of in a rush so i can't stay for long, but erics throwing a party tonight and i know it's a little short notice but would you wanna come? i'm sure sunny was gonna ask you eventually but i kinda wanted to beat her to it." he scratched his nape, suddenly feeling shy.

the girl didn't even take a lot of time to consider whether or not she wanted to go. though she wasn't really a party person, not only was he asking her, but she seemed to be making friends quicker than usual. "yeah, definitely!"

"really? great, i'll give you my number so i can text you the address."

youngmi briskly pulled out her phone and opened the contacts app, handing it to soobin as he typed in his number quickly before handing it back. he was able to get a look at the time in the process, and realized he really needed to go, as much as he didn't want to. so, youngmi escorted him to the front where she grabbed the records she set aside for him and he quickly cashed out before saying goodbye and leaving.

yangyang wasted no time going back to teasing her. "you're drooling a little bit."

ignoring his words, the shorter turned her body and placed a hand on his shoulder. "wanna go to a party?"

as soobin predicted, sunny did end up inviting youngmi to the party later that night and apologized for it being such late notice, but once youngmi explained that soobin had beat her to it, she sent endless smirk emojis to her phone. she then asked if it was okay for her to bring a friend and sunny replied with 'of courseeee! you can bring 10 friends if you want to.' unfortunately for the younger, she barely had 1 friend let alone 10.

as she hardly went to parties, youngmi took her sweet time getting ready and started the process hours before she had to leave the house to ensure she had enough time. she flat-ironed her dark hair until it was pin straight, pinned her bangs while she did her makeup so they would fall perfectly against her forehead later.

she silently thanked herself for going into work barefaced, getting to start with a blank canvas to do whatever she wanted. after almost poking her eye out multiple times, she managed to perfect two small wings on each eye that weren't identical, but she eventually got to lazy to make them that way so she settled with sisters and not twins. her final step was a dark burgundy lip, pressing her lips together to create a 'pop' sound while she let her bangs down.

the girl was fully convinced absolutely nothing in her closet was party worthy, but knew she had to choose something, and went with an oversized gray 'kiss' t-shirt she snagged from a thrift store years ago, with black shorts with black converse high-tops.

a sigh left her mouth as she nodded with satisfaction at herself in her mirror. "cute. good enough." then finally, she snatched her phone and keys from the table and was out the door.

both soobin and sunny offered rides, but youngmi rejected as she had to pick up yangyang anyways and the two of them would've been able to leave whenever they felt like it. the faint sound of the neighbourhood played on the radio as she took the short drive to his house, humming to the song as she pulled up to his house where he was already outside waiting.

he practically skipped over to her car, opening the passenger door with a grin on his face. "why are you so giddy?"

"because i'm gonna get drunk."

rolling her eyes with a chuckle, youngmi punched in the address given to her by soobin and they were off. it being the middle of summer, the weather was at its hottest and the sun didn't begin setting until about 8 pm. wind blew through the pairs hair, yangyangs arm dangling out the window as they took the short drive to their destination.

as expected, there was already so many people. youngmi tried not to grow nervous as she had her best friend at her side and was about to go inside to meet more friends, so she inhaled in a breath and exhaled for as long as she could.

she unbuckled her seat belt before turning her head to the boy. "ready?"

he didn't hesitate nodding his head with a hum as the two stepped out of the car. muffled music could be heard from the outside and silhouettes of moving bodies were seen through the windows. youngmi didn't realize she'd been slouching her body when yangyang nudged her and snapped her out of her nervous habit.

"why so scared? come on." it was almost guaranteed that he would know absolutely no one at this party, but he for some reason seemed intoxicated with adrenaline as he hooked his arm around hers and pulled her through the doors.

to their surprise, youngmi was immediately greeted by sunny, as if she'd been waiting. her arms wrapped around her neck with a smile on her face before pulling away. "you came!" she exclaimed before looking at yangyang. "hi, i'm sunny, nice to meet you."

"i'm..." the boys face went blank, as it usually did in front of pretty women. youngmi couldn't help a laugh escape her lips, it now being her turn to nudge him. "yangyang. i'm yangyang."

just behind sunny watching the interactions go down was soobin, youngmis eyes landing on him while his her. his eyebrows perked up, giving her a look that said 'lets walk away.' so he held out his hand for her to grab as he lead her through the crowd, sunny and yangyang already in their own world and not even noticing them walk away.

"do you go to parties a lot?" soobin asked, leaning his head into the girl so she could hear over the music.

she then leaned into him, shrugging. "not really, honestly. but i trust you and sunny."

he smiled. "good." the two stopped in front of the group she met at the bar, winters and yejis face lighting up at the girl.

"youngmi!" winter beamed, the two pulling her into a group hug before releasing. "i was hoping i'd see you here. where's sunny?"

"i brought my best friend and i guess she took an interest in him," youngmi laughed, nodding her head back to signal she was somewhere amongst the crowd. the pairs face went into 'o' as they made faces at each other.

"do you want a drink?" soobin again said to her, his lips close to her ear. youngmi nodded with a smile, too flustered to fully look at him before he walked away.

"is that lee jeno?" yeji spoke up, the four of them turning their heads in the same direction she did.

youngmi admittedly had no idea who that was, but she felt awkward not also looking. eric made a sound of realization before a laugh. "my twin!"

"youngmi, you haven't met haechan and them yet, have you?" yeji asked her, the tone in her voice sounding a bit as if she was hoping youngmi would say no.

"i've met haechan. i don't know who the rest are."

"good. don't. they're trouble."

"you're saying it can get worse than haechan?" she questioned, being fully serious as the thought of an entire friend group of guys just like haechan seemed like hell. the two laughed, youngmi not really understanding the joke as it was a genuine question.

"i just love you. but yeah, it can, and its them. they're not... awful. just obnoxious, immature, loud. not the type of people i enjoy being around, you know?" winter explained. "you know haechan, but that's jeno right there. honestly, he's the least annoying of the four, and he's crazy attractive. i do always think he's hiding behind a façade because there's no way someone that calm hangs out with people like them."

"that's na jaemin, pretty face but shitty personality. womanizer. loud. the literal worst, i can't stand him. and finally, the one and only huang renjun. he's a little scary, not gonna lie, but overall a huge dick and i would slurp jeans through a straw before i ever willingly had a conversation with him."

holy shit, youngmi thought, it really can get worse. "that's... interesting." she didn't know what else to say. she hated judging people based off of someone else's words, but they seemed like the complete opposite of the type of people she wants to surround herself with.

now she knew one thing, stay as far away from those four as possible.

part 1

part 3

[erenswife21]

Cold Hearted Chapter 3

Modern AU Law x Black Fem! Reader

Previous Chapters

1 2 3

TW: some angst, smoking (weed and cigarettes), fighting,cussing, blood, violence, bullying

Note: Chapter 3 is here finally, I'm feeling good about the party chapter so I think I will post that chapter today as well. So please follow and support me. Thank you for reading hehehe🤭🫶🏽😊

Monday, August 15th

You were sitting in your first class of the day which so happened to be Intro to Health. You side eye the skinny jerk who was sitting right next to you.

You had bumped into him earlier and he almost made you late for class because you guys kept going back and forth. You kept wondering why he was so mysterious and why he felt so cold, it made something in you tingle.

You saw he had some tattoos on both his hands that spelt 'DEATH' on each finger 'he's cute but i don't-, "L/N Y/N" your teacher called. You look up and see people looking around, "Here" you raise your hand so he can see you.

A while later you go back to look at him but you're startled when you see him leaned back against the wall with his legs man spread looking directly at you. The man stared at you almost in annoyance (maybe cause you were giving him the death stare earlier).

Your teacher moved onto the next name calling, "Trafalgar D. Law" and while the asshole is still looking at you he raises his hand, "Here."

You felt yourself blushing and quickly looking away because you kinda liked his name; starting to think about your interaction from earlier.

Flashback~

"Well excuse you ass fuck" you scream back crossing your arms and cocking your head with an attitude, "And i'm not short you long legged horse freak."

He gives you a small chuckle "Don't call me a horse sweetheart cause you couldn't even ride on this pony." He says with a dark tone.

The tall man had a white hat with black prints, black button down but, some of the buttons are open so you see a tattoo peeking from his chest, and dark blue jeans that look faded.

You look up at him appalled by what he said, he was quick but you were quicker.

"Oh please you need to humble yourself and you probably bumped into me on purpose."

He furrows his brows and he takes a small step towards you, giving you a whiff of his cologne. Another shiver down your spine; he smelt good.

"Huh, you were the one walking in the middle of the sidewalk with your eyes closed" He continues, "Did you just up and decide that you've seen enough today?"

As you were about to give him a smart ass comeback the time popped up on your apple watch and you saw that you were going to be late for class. You didn't like to be late on your first day so you give him a see ya asshole with the deuces and run into the building.

When you found your class all the seats were taken except for one and it definitely sent another shiver down your spine when you saw the only open seat was next to the same asshole you ran into earlier. Now you were confused cause you could've sworn you left him outside 'how did he get in here so fast'.

You grumbled walking over to the empty seat; adjusting your skirt before sitting down. You tried to act like he wasn't obviously sitting next to you but, "Why don't you sit somewhere else Helen"

You snap your head towards him, "Well obviously there is no where else to sit Frankenstein," waving your hand showing that all the seats were taken. He looks down crossing his arms.

"Whatever, don't look or talk to me."

You make a stank face and mumble "I didn't want to anyways."

End of Flashback~

Your teacher was going over the semester syllabus and you really had no interest in listening because you went over it this morning.

You sneakily pop your Airpods into your ear scrolling through your playlist to pick a random song. You clicked on Shame by Summer Walker and pretend that you were listening to your teacher.

You put your hand under your chin and began to space out; thinking about life on Ping Fort Island, your life from the East Blue. It's something you think about often, trauma that fogs your mind every chance it gets like poison altering your brain.

You came back to reality when you saw people starting to get up and leave. You notice Law quickly get up and disappear through the field of people that are now crowding the room trying to get out.

You get up from your seat quickly fixing your skirt and walking out of the room. You realize that you could go for a smoke break and some food before your next class so you're now on a mission to get back to your apartment.

As you're walking down the hall you hear someone calling your name from behind you and you turn around to see who it is. To your surprise it's Luffy and Zoro walking towards you, well more like Luffy running towards you and Zoro trying to keep up.

"Y/N you look nice today but, I was looking for you because one I didn't have your number and two do you wanna go to a party this weekend." he continues,

"It's my brother Aces party, he always throws the best parties and I can't wait for you to meet him."

Zoro chips in "Yeah Y/N there's gonna booze."

"Of course I wanna go I could go for a party and drunk people." you say with a big grin.

You were really happy that they were inviting you to a party because you never really went to any growing up.

"Great well we got class but we'll see you at home to go over the details, well, actually ask Nami, I already forgot." Luffy says shrugging his shoulders giving you a huge laugh not really caring.

You laugh hard, "Okay Luffy I'll talk to Nami, have a good first day you guys." You gave them a brief hug before hurrying out of the building.

Timeskip~

You were walking towards your apartment when you saw Chopper having a conversation with Law. You were weirded out that someone so cute like Chopper could know someone so mean like Law. You went on about your day wanting to mind your business and keep walking, fading into the song you were listening to.

After you smoked and ate something out of the fridge that Sanji made you set up your piano in the corner of your room. You played with a few of the keys playing little notes that popped in your mind. You were waiting on Nami and Robin to come get you so you could all go to class together.

You felt your phone ringing and it was your best friend Egypt calling, "Hey best wassup, how was class?" you ask.

"Girl ion got class till tomorrow so I decided to check out the campus ya know see what it's talking bout."

You sit on your bed, "Oh lucky, well I had class and I bumped into this guy and he was a total shithead, but get this when I walked into class... the only available seat was next him." You paused and pouted, "He told me I look like Helen Keller."

Your best friend chuckled hard over the phone, "ooo sounds like a new love interest, what does he look like?"

Now you're the one laughing, "Uh no but that nigga white with tattoos all over his body and he looks like he needs sleep but i mean he's kinda cute"

"Girl boo give him some of that poonany and i'm sure he'll sleep good as fuck."

You giggle, "Nooo best he's not my love interest and i'm not having sex with him." Even though the thought made your pussy tingle a bit.

You hear her shuffle over the phone, "Girl I would and i don't even have a picture, them sugar cookies are something else."

At this point you're dying over the phone at how funny your best friend but, your conversation was cut short when you were getting a text from Robin telling you they were outside and waiting for you. You ended the call with your best friend and head towards Nami and Robin.

On the way to class Nami gave you all the details about the party this weekend. Apparently Ace is party royalty around here so it didn't matter what day he threw a party it will always be lit. The party is a house party and everyone had to wear red or black if they don't wear the correct color they won't even reach the door.

Timeskip~

You, Robin, and Nami are all walking out of the building together since class is over.

"Oh look there's Kid, I think he's talking to Law." Nami says getting ready to walk over there. "HEY KID, Heyyy Law!" she yells.

Kid and Law turn their heads looking at Nami but Law is looking at you with confusion. He's confused because he didn't realize you knew the headache called the Straw Hats. You notice that he's carrying a very large sword, something he didn't have with him this morning.

"Oi Nami, Hey Robin you guys ready for Aces party this weekend?" Kid asked.

Robin smiles, "Of course we are, Luffy just glad Ace is gonna have a designated food bar just for him."

Kid groans, " That damn straw hat, last time he ate everything and was still hungry."

Kid briefly stops talking when he sees you standing to side reapplying your lipgloss behind Nami and Robin.

"Who's your new friend she's pretty?"

You smile and blush a little. "I'm Y/N it's nice to meet you Kid." you flirt.

Your smile drops when you hear this annoying groaning and grumbling coming from behind Kid.

"Kid we need to go we have that thing." Law states. You can't see his eyes because the brim of his hat is covering the top half of his face.

Kid now looks annoyed, "Dammit Law you really know how to be a buzz kill, just when I was fina make my move."

"She doesn't want you jackass now let's go."

Your heart flutters at what he said and you didn't know why cause you didn't like Law and you just met him.

"Law is right i'm sure you guys have things to take care of." Robin says agreeing with Law.

"Ah yes speaking of party are you going to Ace's party this weekend?" You smile and nod giving him reassurance.

"Well then I can't wait to see what you'll be wearing" giving you a grin. "We have to go you guys but we'll see you later."

You all wave bye to them and watch them walk away.

"Y/N I think Law likes you." Nami says and Robin just nods agreeing with her.

"You should've seen how he was looking at you talking with Kid and when you were putting on your gloss." Robin adds.

"Yeah almost like he was jealous that you were talking to Kid" Nami pats your back with a gut filled laugh.

"Oh please I just met him today and he was mean to me earlier."

You were all walking out the building when you changed the subject to something that peaked Nami's interest.

"Why don't we go shopping, we can look for an outfit for the party this weekend."

You swear you saw dollar signs pop up in Nami's eyes when you said the words 'shopping'

"You read my mind Y/N" Nami gleams at you.

You and Robin are laughing while Nami goes on a rant about how much she loves money and shopping. Let's just say you spent way more money than you should at the mall today and you surely will not regret it later.

To Be Continued....

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

My Loneliness is Killin' Me

I must confess I've never actually been a Britney Spears fan, but I'm glad she's out of conservatorship and that's still a catchy tune.

For serious, that line has been stuck lingering in my head for about a week now thinking about where I can still go and what I can still do because of affection starvation. Buckle up if you're gonna read this, because it's probably going to be a long, rambly one. (Again).

I started rewatching Pushing Daisies a couple weeks ago with a dear friend who's never seen it (at a distance...like all of my dear friends except for J, even the ones I grew up with, she's 200+ miles away from me now). I mean, I couldn't let another moment pass without introducing my friend to Ned the Pie Maker (Lee Pace, sans elf costuming, circa 2007-9ish...I mean fucking look at him).

I told her, truthfully, that Ned the Pie Maker is probably the fictional character (other than obviously Egon Spengler) that I've had the biggest romantic-fantasy sort of crush on. I mean it's hardcore. It's worse than George Bailey. It's worse than Dwayne Wayne. It's worse than Chris Stevens from Northern Exposure. Clearly I have a thing for tall, soft-spoken, shy/awkward nerds. And I've watched Pushing Daisies all the way through about 5 times (this is time number 6; and it's short, 2 short seasons for American TV because until he started writing about a serial killer, American TV didn't appreciate Bryan Fuller at all). But I haven't watched it since I turned 35. This is my first watch since I began exploring and trying to understand my own trauma history. This watch is showing me why I like the show and Ned so much (beyond the witty writing and the bright colorful styling and cinematography and the fact that Lee Pace is smoking hot).

Not to spoil the show for people who've never seen it, but it's a romantic comedy with happy, optimistic, hopeful overtones but a really sad, complicated, dark underbelly. Ned has a superpower. He can bring dead things back to life (with obvious, serious caveats and consequences, of course...every superpower has these) by touching them. Once. If he touches them twice, dead forever (there's another rule, but I won't spoil that one because I don't need to in order to get this shit out, in case anyone else wants to give the show a try). Before he knew the rules of the game, he saved his dog, and then his mother, the beings who loved him the most (his dad was distant and kind of a neglectful asshole). But he only gets Mom back for a couple of hours, because she tucks him into bed and kisses him goodnight (second touch...dead forever). He tries to use his gift with compassion and responsibility through a childhood of basically raising himself and being unable to snuggle his own dog. And then, as a man, who just makes pies, he sees that his childhood best friend/first kiss has died. And he touches her once, ostensibly to say goodbye, but he just can't bring himself to touch her again...because he loves her so much. So it's a touchless love story; a love story full of inconvenience and longing; an ABNORMAL love story that required a lot of adaptation and patience.

(not touching ^^^)

And I love that (and I love Ned) because he decided she was WORTH that patience and adaptation. After spending a lifetime being lonely and disconnected, maintaining an important, real connection comes with sort of this 'whatever it takes' attitude. I have that. When I make a connection. And sometimes that's good. When it's reciprocated (like it is with J and A, and like Ned has). And sometimes that leads me to getting used by shitty people. Because they made me believe the connection was real with all this seeming patience and adaptation; validating me, and I believe it because even if it's a lie, I'm lonely and affection starved and I want to believe it.

And so a couple nights ago we watched an episode featuring a main supporting character, Olive. Her parents ignored her as a kid. To the point that they didn't notice she was missing for days. Olive had stowed away with two criminals, who were kind to her and paid attention to her, and she grew to love them over the two days she was away from 'home,' because they genuinely liked her and cared about her. In the show, obviously, the robbers are really the good guys, because they were kind to Olive, but in MY actual life, I've thought of how many truly shitty people I've connected to out of loneliness. I've been having nightmares about the last one I connected to lately. And I've been thinking about how I definitely could and probably will connect to some other shitty person because as awesome as J is (he's actually quite similar to Ned the Pie Maker in many ways...he just can't bake a pie...), I'm still often pretty lonely. J can't be with me all the time. Clearly. It's not his responsibility to rid me of loneliness...even if it were possible for him alone to undo 25 years of drought before we met. I hope the next connection I feel is a Ned (or an Olive or an Emerson or a Chuck), because when I feel it, I'll put my 'whatever it takes' attitude and effort into maintaining it. Even if they're a criminal. Because the criminals in real life rarely have hearts of gold like they do on Pushing Daisies.

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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The First Time

*Stolen from my Wattpad. Been deleted once already so thought I'd share here as well. Storyline follows JJ & Morgan Cole, a Kook Princess.

TW: smut, cheating, partying, weed, etc.

JJ's POV

It's the start of summer and what better way to kick it off than with a summer bash on the beach, welcoming all the Kook's and hotties back from college. People usually don't start leaving until the kegs are empty, the weed is smoked, or a fight breaks out. The cops rarely get called because if Kook's are involved than they mysteriously stay away. Although wherever there's Kook's and Pogues in the same setting, there's always trouble.

The definition of trouble is actually across the beach sipping a beer and dancing while her Kook boyfriend, Archer, watches her with a scowl next to Rafe and Kelc. I mean what guy isn't watching her hips sway or the way her blonde hair casts shadows over her face as she pretends not to notice everyone watching.

She dances and giggles with a group of Kook girls in a crop top and tight jean shorts that hug her ass just right. Her brown eyes light up like embers every time the light from the fire hits them and I'm mesmerized. She's all tan skin and attitude and I'm a fucking creep because I can't tear my eyes away.

Morgan Cole is the most beautiful girl on the fucking island. Delicious forbidden fruit and on display in front of everyone. She has that hint of innocence in her eyes that makes you want to look just beneath the surface. It's intoxicating. She reminds me of Sarah with her recklessness only worse. Morgan plays with fire because she wants to get burned.

Her boyfriend finally has enough and pulls her over even as she protests. I don't realize how tight I'm gripping my cup until Kie nudges me and the liquid sloshes over my fingers.

"You good?" She asks, a joint on her lips. I snatch it from her and take a long drag and she scoffs at me until I hand it back.

"Thanks, Kie." I turn my attention back to the dangerous blonde who is looking straight at me with her boyfriends arm draped over her shoulder. I look away in case it's not me she's looking at but when I glance back she's still looking at me. She brings her cup back to her lips to hide the smirk. I narrow my eyes at her and she raises her dark brows in question. Why is Morgan Cole looking at me?

She empties her cup and throws Archer's arm off her then walks over to the keg I've been manning. I'm suddenly speechless for once in my damn life.

"Hi." I say, like a loser.

"Hi." She says back. It takes me a moment to realize she's waiting on her beer.

"There's a party tomorrow at the Chateau." I blurt out and she smiles.

"Will you be staring at me all night again?" She asks, biting her bottom lip. I don't even think before I answer.

"Do you want me to?" It comes off a lot smoother than I thought it would and she eyes me up and down. Those fucking eyes.

"I'll see you there, JJ." Morgan snatches her beer from my hand and spins around to go back to her boyfriend. I drag my eyes away from her ass long enough to meet her boyfriends glare. This should be fun.

I wonder over to John B and throw my arm around him. He smiles with the hint of beer on his breath.

"What's up, man?" He asks.

"You're having a party tomorrow at the Chateau. Tell everyone." I pat him on the chest and he seems to contemplate that for a minute before nodding in agreement. This should definitely be fun.

The Next Night

The entire night is spent having staring contests. It's almost childish. I can't look at anything but her and thankfully she came without the boyfriend. So, she probably didn't tell him she was coming. She's in the hot tub in a tiny blue bikini that doesn't leave much to the imagination. Not that I care. She could pull off anything.

"Are you JJ?" I blink and look up to a beautiful red head, Touron. It's only obvious because I've never seen her before.

"I am." I smile. I feel Morgan's eyes on me from the hot tub.

"Can I sit here?" The Touron asks, motioning to the spot on the log next to me.

"Absolutely." I say, sipping my beer.

"Can I have a drink?" She asks. I turn to grab her a beer from the cooler, but she takes mine from my hand and downs it. I chuckle.

"I don't mind sharing." I find myself flirting, aching for a reaction from Morgan.

The rest of the party goes by in a blur. The Touron and I flirt back and forth but I never attempt to kiss her even though I can tell she's dying for it. She leaves disappointed and I can't help but feel a little bad. Normally I wouldn't mind to fuck em and leave em but I can't tear my mind away from Morgan.

John B and Sarah tuck in for the night and Kie and Pope leave a little while later. It's just Morgan and I now. I finish the last beer and begin clean up. I hear Morgan get out of the hot tub and see her shivering from the chilly air.

"I'll get you a towel." I duck onto the porch and she follows me. I turn and wrap the towel around her shoulders and step back as she smiles at me.

"Thank you." She says.

"You not ready to leave?" I ask, sitting on the bench on the enclosed porch. She shakes her head and sits next to me.

"I hate going home." She sighs, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping the towel around them like a blanket. I get her one of Kie's throws and drape it over her shoulders and she smiles gently.

"Why don't you want to go home?" I ask, taking out a joint and lighting it. I take a drag and she reaches her hand out for it. I share it with her, waiting on her to continue.

"My parents are awful. They're forcing me onto Archer like an arranged marriage. They want to tie the two families together. Something to do with politics and I'm sick of it. Archer is so annoying."

She rattles off. I listen to her and my gut churns in hatred for the rich prick. How could he not see what's in front of him?

"He can't even get me off." I blink back to reality and choke on the drag I just took until my eyes water. "What? Is that a common occurrence for males?" She smirks at me.

"Um, I've never had any complaints." I say, passing her the joint.

"They wouldn't tell you if they did. Most girls fake it."

"Unless they actually get off and then they can't. You've been with some real losers." She passes it back and gives me a playful smack on the shoulder.

"What do you mean 'they cant'?"

"I've been known to make a mess." I shrug and I look up to see her ember eyes burning and cheeks flushed as she watches me. The poor girl hasn't been touched properly in her life.

"You'd say anything to impress me." She narrows her eyes at me and I smirk, leaning back against the bench, her toes dig under my leg for warmth. I want nothing more than to run my fingers up her leg and caress her skin.

"I don't have to impress you." I tease.

"Why not?" She leans forward and props her chin up on her knee.

"Because you're still here so I'm obviously I'm doing something right."

"You're awfully full of yourself, JJ. But can you back it up?"

"You couldn't handle it."

"You don't know what I could handle."

"One way to find out." I pull her legs across my lap and she gasps. I lean in but don't let our lips meet. She smells so sweet and I can't get enough but I still make myself wait.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" She breathes, licking her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to?" I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear. She leans in and kisses me hard. I grip the back of her neck and pull her onto my lap so she's straddling me. She kisses me hard and hungrily, gripping my hair. I dip my tongue into her mouth and she moans. Our bodies are molded perfectly against each other to the point I can feel her hard nipples against my chest as our tongues and teeth clash. All too soon she pulls away.

"Oh, J." She breathes, pulling away and resting her forehead against mine as she tries to catch her breath. My heart is beating in my ears as our chests rise and fall. I never want her to stop saying my name.

"That was-." I start.

"Amazing." She finishes for me. She sweeps my hair off my forehead, and I lean into her hand with a hum. Even her hands on me felt good.

"J, I want you." She whispers, running her thumb over my bottom lip. I feel my restraint slipping.

"I don't want you to regret anything." I say and she kisses my chin softly.

"Never." She moves her lips to mine and I groan as I run my hands up her bare back as she gets goosebumps.

"If we do this, I won't be able to stop." I mumbled against her lips.

"Then don't." Morgan says back, sealing our fate with a kiss. I moan into her mouth as she presses her chest against me, her nipples hard against my chest. I lift her up and walks us inside to the spare bedroom without breaking the kiss. I kick the door shut and drop her on the bed.

Morgan giggles as I pull my shirt over my head and begin trailing kisses all over her body. She bucks her hips at me, begging to be touched.

"J, please. I need you." She whines.

"I'm not one of those boys you've been with in the past. You're gonna cum at least three times before I get mine." She bites her lip as she looks up at me and nods. I untie her bikini bottoms and they fall off, leaving her pussy bare for me. I can see the wetness already. She props herself up on her elbows to watch me as I caress her clit with my thumb. I apply more pressure and she whimpers.

"You're being a tease." She snaps, wiggling her hips at me.

"I'm just getting started." I dip my head between her legs and suck on her clit. She cries out and grips my hair as I devour her, savoring every bit. Her legs start to shake and I slide my pointer finger inside her.

"Oh, fuck!" She cries and she arches her back as I feel her clamping down on me.

"Cum for me, baby." I suck harder and pump faster and she's screaming, cumming all over my mouth and hand.

"That's one." I say, as I finger fuck her through it until she's crying out and squirming, another orgasm quickly approaching. Her thighs squeeze my head and I add another finger and she cums again.

"That's two." I smirk as I twirl my tongue over her sensitive clit. Her legs shaking and she's pushing on my head.

"JJ, please." She pants, gripping my hair and pulling me up her body. I kiss her hard and dip my tongue in her mouth so she can taste herself.

"Still think I'm full of myself?" I growl, kissing on her neck.

"I think you can do better." She challenges, pulling my face from her neck.

"You're so beautiful." I mumble as I kiss her deeply.

"JJ, I don't want sweet and gentle. I want to be fucked." She says, just when this couldn't get any better. I smile and yank her to the edge of the bed and rolling her over onto her knees. I spit and rub it on my dick as I begin to tease her entrance. I hold her hips in place as she tries to impale herself on me.

"You want to be fucked, baby? I'll fuck you." I push in before her smart mouth can say anything else and she moans loudly, gripping the bed sheets. She feels like heaven but I can already tell I'm not going to last as long as I'd like and I didn't put a rubber on.

"You're so big." She moans as I ease in and out with slow and steady thrusts. I grit my teeth when I feel her already clenching around me and I smack her ass. She gasps and I rub out the sting with my palm.

"You can take it." I growl. Her hand flies behind her and her nails scrape my stomach as I push in harder. I grab both her hands and pin them against her back with one of mine and use the leverage to slam in harder and deeper.

"God, that's so fucking hot." I groan as I look where we are connected, my cock coated in her arousal. I've never seen or felt anything better in my life.

"Fuck!" She cries out into the mattress and I release her arms to pull back on her hair.

"I want to hear you." I growl, she whimpers as I hammer into her harder.

"They'll hear us!" She cries.

"I don't care." I grunt back and I slow down as that familiar feeling floods my stomach and almost has me on my toes.

"Don't stop!" Morgan cries out, pushing herself back against me and I catch her hips, trying to fight off my release.

"I don't have a condom on." I snap, thrusting hard once and stopping again. She peers over her shoulder at me as she pants.

"Don't cum yet." She orders and I nod, picking up a slow steady pace and we both groan.

"Stop tightening around me. My dick is in a vice." I growl, digging my fingers into her hips and she whines.

"Harder. Please!" She begs, her face buried in the mattress. I grip her hair and pull her against me, her back against my front.

"Like this?" I growl in her ear, reaching around and rubbing my thumb on her clit. She cries out and throws her head back against my shoulder.

"Just like that. Fuck yes!" She cries while I kiss and bite her neck as I fuck her through her orgasm and when she reaches down to squeeze my balls, I cum with a yell. Her tight channel milking me for all I'm worth. We both collapse on the bed panting and her body still has the shakes and spasms.

"I can't believe I've been missing that." She breathes, I'm entranced as I watch her tits raise and fall with each breath. She catches me staring and smiles as she throws an arm and leg across me.

"Wanna go again?" She asks and I laugh, throwing my head back against the pillow. What have I started?

Hours later, she showers and dresses to leave. I'm exhausted as I drag myself and my sore dick from my bed. Before I can say anything she kisses me hard and I wrap my arms around her. She melts into me, running her hands up my chest and into my hair. She finally pulls away panting but refuses to meet my eyes.

"Um, thank you for this but it has to stay between us." She says, her voice shaky. I tilt her chin up and brush the hair from her face.

"Understood."

"It can't get back to Archer. I'm sorry I've put you in this situation. This probably shouldn't happen again. I'm sorry." She says, trying to pull away but I kiss her again to silence her.

"I got it." I state, our lips barely an inch apart. I go to kiss her again but she puts her hand over my mouth.

"I won't leave if you don't stop. So please, don't. Thank you again for this." She ducks from the room before I can stop her and I hear the screen door slam shut a moment later.

I sigh and drag my hands through my hair when a toilet flushing draws my attention. I hear footsteps and John B pops his head in the doorway with a smug, knowing look.

"Dude, you are so screwed."

Don't I fucking know it.

[motherraid]

Prompts of the 195 cm trinity bulls who like to suck their handler's tits? I don't know why, but I really like getting my tits sucked. I'd go brrr

It took me so fucking long to realize you were talking about 1-3 oh my GOD I am embarrassed

So!

A FarmHybrid!AU Jotaro, Joseph, Jonathan x reader. Nice.

Jonathan:

He's probably the most gentle of all the bulls

You don't lactate (cause I'm pretty sure most of y'all don't have kids) like he does, but you help milk him so often, he should at least TRY to return the favor, right?

He'd be so sweet with it I swear. He'd plan it out for days.

Probably went up to you on a cold-ish day and offered you cuddles to stay warm.

If you say yes, he takes you to his stall and let's you gradually warm up.

He'd be the one to wait a little bit before asking you for anything. He doesn't wanna rush anything and make you uncomfortable.

Especially if you're still chilly. How rude that would be!

As soon as you say yes, he's on you.

Literally.

He'd find a way to lay on top of you or at your side and carefully knead your tits in his hands, cooing in your ear and asking you if his hands are warm enough for you.

When he finally latches around your nipple, he practically melts.

You'd think HE'D been the one receiving given his happy little noises bubbling in his chest.

He will latch onto you the rest of the day. You will not go ANYWHERE. You allowed this comfort demon to love you, now commit to it.

Overall? I feel he'd do it more intimately. More for the lovey-aspect of it, but if you asked him to he a little more rough, he'd happily oblige.

Joseph:

A cunt

Lovey dovey shit? Yeah-no.

He doesn't put much effort into this stuff. He just expects it to happen.

You're his handler, after all. You should tend to his needs, right?

Anything in usual Joseph fashion is cheesy flirting you'd think was a joke.

So when he genuinely asked to suck on you, you thought it was just a joke.

Imagine your surprise when you found he was dead serious.

Real talk, whether you agreed to it or not, he tossed you over his shoulder and strutted his ass back to his stall.

He's more playful with you than Jonathan.

He'll make you straddle his lap and play all in the nape of your neck, and give you tiny pinches around your areola with his thumb and forefinger.

He might spend more time playing with your breasts rather than sucking on them.

He still does suck on them.

It's just so hard to focus on that when he couldn't help but stick a hand past the hem of your pants.

What!? It's not his fault you were squirming like that! You MUST have wanted some attention down there as well, right?

He's just giving you what you wanted.

So ungrateful.

A lot more teasing than you'd like, and it probably ends up in sex I'm not even gonna lie.

Jotaro:

Poor thing.

You ended up having to stay behind and not attend one of his shows out of state due to a personal emergency.

He was so lonely and aggravated the entire trip.

It was only a few days long, except you weren't there when he got back. He was even MORE aggravated and lonely.

Having to wait a full two weeks before your handler gets back? Torture for Jotaro.

He refused to be milked by anyone other than you (though he didn't say he'd only be milked by you).

He faked fine, but he was really stressed.

So when you got back? The sigh of RELIEF swept through everyone.

His sour attitude had effected way more people than just the staff.

When you had got there, you tried looking for Jotaro, but he was nowhere to be found.

So, you decided to just go on through your work.

You were back behind the farm having to clean up some broken barrels, and you would have nearly shrieked, if that shove against the barn wall didn't knock the air out of you.

You could practically imagine puffs of smoke coming out his nose with how hard he huffed each breath.

His face was twisted into a nasty scowl.

He didn't say anything, but his expression clearly screamed, "How fucking DARE you leave me for so long."

He's automatically clinging to your neck, frantically kissing and nipping at you so much you think he'd rip your skin.

You could see his cock twitching to life just by huffing in your scent.

He was so desperate his hands could only grip for anything they could purchase a while.

Meaning he was just smushing and scraping his hands/nails across your arms, chest, waist, hips, the back of your neck, everywhere to feel your hot skin against him.

He doesn't wait for an answer. Your shirt is already lifted above your head and your bra is pulled below your breasts so they're naturally lifted and he doesn't have to hold them.

Your hands are held behind your back with one of his hands, and he's holding you close to his body, smushing you against the wall. He's propped you up with his other arm so that you're face to chest.

His first instinct was to attack your nipples anyways.

No sweetness, no fluff, no tricks or teasing. He wouldn't be able to bear that.

Instead, he straight up attacked your chest. You weren't even sure what he was aiming for at first, but once he found your breasts, he was all over them.

Lolling your nipple back and forth across his tongue as he pinches and tugs at the other, he'd be gently scraping his teeth against your bud once he pulls off with a pop.

You can't see, and you're not sure when or where anyone could walk out back and see you. There was a possibility you'd get caught by the drop of a hat.

It was one of the things that encouraged him to persuade you to tend to his aching cock.

WHY IS JOTARO'S SO LONG I'M SORRY I'M SUCH A SLUT FOR HIM

Now to slither back into my horny hole with a satisfied empty askbox c:

[wildsunscorpion]

How Bum Geon Woo communicates through his body language (Plus how he's actually giving the special treatment Eui Joon's been yearning for)

I reread DCS for, like, the tenth time now. Yes, I'm obsessed ohmygod! I'm liking how these two characters are written so far. I originally wanted to break down just Chapters 20-24 of DCS because the first time I read it I got just a little annoyed with how Geon Woo (a.k.a. Ahjussi) was, let's say, just kind of pushing Euijoon's limits. But I ended up doing more than just Chapters 20-24. Dios mio.

I was just a little tired of seeing the same trend with guys in manhwa. They always seem to be domineering, especially if their partner is the "sweet and naive" archetype. (Eui Joon, I think, does not really fit into this mold.) Of course, that's usually because they're dealing with their own issues, and I don't really blame them.

But I like DCS because it justified that kind of behavior in Geon Woo when he was having sex with Eui Joon (in Chapters 20-24, particularly). Lol I'm probably the only one who realized this later than I should have ehehe. I'm still posting this tho.

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD‼️‼️

His antics speak volumes. It's amazing how I missed all those details just because the sex scenes were. Steamy. As. Fuck. Good lordy! Geon Woo is definitely a man of few words (He once said Eui Joon makes him talk like he would for a whole year, haha!), so it would make sense to communicate whatever's going through his mind in a situation through body language.

I also want to add the times that he makes the effort to hold a conversation with Eui Joon. Geon Woo doesn't really talk when he doesn't need to, so it's important to pay attention to his actions.

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Chapters 0-12

The first time we get a glimpse of Geon Woo's side of the story was when Eui Joon finally confesses to the person who's been his crush for 3 effing years, Hyeon Woo. Eui Joon is inexplicably happy when Hyeon Woo says he'll consider and comes to the convenience store in good spirits. Geon Woo, keen as always, notices, and when Eui Joon tells him what happened this is what we get:

It's the way it was framed. How we see his reaction from behind rather than from the front. He turns away, seeming to go inward and brood once again.

Afterwards, another gangster comes. The guy challenges Geon Woo for taking too long at the front of the line. Geon Woo asks Eui Joon if he smokes, and when he replies that he doesn't, Geon Woo "borrows" the lighter on the countertop and uses that to throw a stronger punch to the man behind him, who temporarily falls unconscious. Geon Woo turns back to Eui Joon, seeming to have something else to say. But he sees the frightened look on Eui Joon's face and decides to keep it to himself before leaving through the door.

"And..." He pauses, turning to Eui Joon. "... Never mind. Good work."

JUST WHAT WAS HE ABOUT TO SAY?!?!?!

In the succeeding panel, Eui Joon is nonplussed. He wonders out loud, "What is happening?" Couldn't have said it better, girl. Geon Woo was just taking out his frustration and he had the perfect opportunity at the moment.

The second time was when Geon Woo invites Eui Joon to drink after the incident with Hyeon Woo (who basically asks Eui Joon to cheat with him and inebriates him—probably with the intention to take advantage of him). From the side stories, we learn that Geon Woo has taken an interest in Eui Joon after seeing him for the second time, and when he comes by through the hallway—finally discovering they were neighbors—and witnesses the two, he sees it as a chance with Eui Joon.

He invites Eui Joon out to drink, after Eui Joon's suggestion for a dinner at 2 in the morning fails to entice him. Eui Joon rambles his questions away, wanting to get to know him better, but Geon Woo doesn't immediately answer and catches him off guard when he "casually" inquires after his sexuality. Not the smoothest move there, lol, but in the side stories we see that wasn't really his intention.

"Damn it, why did I ask that question? It just slipped out..."

He answers Eui Joon's questions afterwards, surprising Eui Joon with the fact that he's actually been listening to what he's been saying for the past minute. We're starting to see just what kind of a person he is (Listening skills are always a plus in my book).

A little later, we see them on their way back to the apartment. Eui Joon asks Geon Woo to tell him anything interesting because he's been the one talking all night. Geon Woo acquiesces, asking a question that may have been part in consideration of Eui Joon's vulnerable state, and perhaps also part due to the possibility that he worried about him.

"Come to think of it... School has already started. Isn't it tiring to work 'til dawn? Aren't you working too much?"

Geon Woo's face is a little hard to read. So every subtle change in his expression says something. If you read the manhwa, you'll see the slightest bit of concern in his eyes. It's hard to catch until you've read the side stories (at least for me, haha).

One more thing I like about Geon Woo is that he doesn't meddle when it's not his business. He knows the state of Eui Joon's family—their inability to afford his college tuition, his hospitalized brother—and he knows he can help. I mean, I don't know how wealthy and powerful he is as a gangster but he probably has the means to. But he rarely opens the topic to Eui Joon.

Aaaand onto Chapter 8! Just before the first sex scene in the entire series. Eui Joon is crying because he had a shitty day both at school and at work, poor thing—all because of Hyeon Woo. He cries even more when he notices that Geon Woo, who came to the store every day, didn't come to the store that day. When he encounters him outside, he breaks down, catching Geon Woo off guard.

Geon Woo tells his lackey to leave and asks Eui Joon to stay. Eui Joon tells him he was fine and proceeds to go back to his room, but Geon Woo frightens him when he says he was already being nice. And then we get this:

"Ah, I don't mean it that way... Just a while."

That gentle tug is honestly so uncharacteristic of the usual ruffian behavior we often see from Geon Woo. It's a nice sweet detail that proves what he says in Chapter 26 (when he finally confesses) that he treats Eui Joon differently from others.

Eui Joon cries his heart out to Geon Woo, and Geon Woo just lets him. Afterwards, Eui Joon resolves to forget about Hyeon Woo. By finding someone, hmm, more physically endowed.

"I must find someone more good-looking than him. With a nicer body... And a bigger dick!"

Clueless guy basically described the man beside him.

To that, Geon Woo says:

"How long have you known me? You really dare to say anything like that in front of me?"

Which comes off as slightly hostile at first. The next panel shows a dark aura surrounding Geon Woo, which Eui Joon interprets as distress from his implications of doing it with him—whose sexual preference so far remains ambiguous (In the side stories, we learn that Geon Woo himself struggles with figuring this out.). But then, he surprises Eui Joon when he slowly leans in to kiss him.

CUE SEX SCENE! I pitied Eui Joon a little because he wasn't really in the best state when Geon Woo offered this. In Geon Woo's defense, though, from the moment he found out that Eui Joon was gay he saw doors opening. When Eui Joon said something like that, I think his attraction to Eui Joon finally caught up to him and he couldn't resist the opportunity. He definitely wasn’t distressed by the implication of Eui Joon’s words; he was distressed by the decision he had to make—to go through that door or not. Because he knew he wanted it, even though he was constantly denying it from the start.

“This dirty thought wasn’t something that I have planned from the beginning.”

The day after, Eui Joon is a little rattled. He doesn’t know how to treat Geon Woo after that—not when he realized that sex could be that hot and satisfying (uwu). Geon Woo appears to be unaffected while Eui Jon’s brain is in knots about everything. But the questions Geon Woo asks tell us that he’s beginning to show Eui Joon a little emotion. He asks to see Eui Joon’s face to inspect the healing bruise he got yesterday (the one that Geon Woo covered with a bandaid—which was so sweet, huhu). And then, he asks if he was tired after school.

“Let me see your face.”

“School classes. Are you tired after taking them?”

From my perspective, he wasn’t just asking for the sake of being nice to the person he slept with. The story still hasn’t covered much of Geon Woo’s history to know whether he had been like this with his previous partners. Although there was a moment in Chapter 27 during one of their conversations when he gave us a little glimpse:

Geon Woo: It's normal to cry over pathetic things at your age. Eui Joon: Have you cried like that before too? Geon Woo: No. Eui Joon: Then how do you know that? Geon Woo: I just... know. Because there was a guy like that around.

From the time Geon Woo invited him out to drink, I think Geon Woo was genuinely concerned when he asked how Eui Joon was doing.

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Chapters 13-26

Geon Woo's love language, I think, is his actions. He fights off the gangsters that bully Eui Joon into giving them discounts or even paying for them from his own pockets so they won't have to. He gives Eui Joon food and medicine when he finds out he was sick (the morning after having sex with him in the car for hours, lol). He likes taking care of the person he likes. So in Chapter 26, when he "confesses" to Eui Joon, that was Geon Woo pointing out that he's been doing the same thing all along.

"I mean, look at me just once... What kind of person I am. How I treat you. Take a good look at it. If you think that I'm good, then pick me. If not, you can throw me aside." "But. Before you do, you should understand this. Until then, I don't intend to let you get away."

This "non-confession" (he actually tells Eui Joon it wasn't a confession) actually says a lot about Geon Woo. His attitude towards their relationship is very blunt and straightforward. Once he's made a decision, he stops listening to his doubts and stands by it. I don't really know when Geon Woo decided that he liked Eui Joon. It was more slow-growing. In the side stories though, we see him considering this big-time when this thought crosses his mind:

"There's the common phrase of having the opportunity to meet your fateful love. If there's a sign for it, would it be possible to stay vigilant?"

AHJUSSI YOU SOFT-HEARTED ROMANTIC I CAN'T T^T He becomes more bold with Eui Joon afterwards, but he's still a little prickly. He's constantly weighing his options, trying to figure out in what way will doing the things he does for Eui Joon benefit him, if at all. In Chapter 13, when a customer comes inside the store and forces Eui Joon to pay for what he bought, he's on the scales. But then the memory of that morning flashes through his mind, and he remembers how the simple act of Eui Joon giving him his number had made him smile like an idiot. He beats the customer for him, taking the money he owed, and gives it back to Eui Joon. He even manages to casually ask him out on a date. The guy can be smooth as fuck.

Eui Joon: Are you saying... we should eat together? Geon Woo: Sure. I guess I've done something worth compensating. Will you give me my reward?

Take notes, people! At this point, Eui Joon has gotten him wrapped around his finger, and he didn't even know it! Of course, Eui Joon still thinks their relationship is only purely sexual, but then Geon Woo begins doing these uncharacteristically tender gestures that Eui Joon initially interprets as Geon Woo giving him special treatment.

"Let me see your face." "School classes. Are you tired after them" "I'm thinking that... You'll look good in short hair, too."

And Geon Woo even tries to initiate a conversation with Eui Joon when he feels like Eui Joon couldn't take the awkwardness. A good example was when Geon Woo treats him dinner at the restaurant.

"...." "Is this your first time coming to this kind of place?"

Somehow, these things he does still feel kind of forced, like he was genuinely annoyed at Eui Joon and everything he did. Even when he asks to do it with him again and Eui Joon refuses because he was still sore, there was a moment of frustration that shone through.

It was a sign that Geon Woo was still confused about the things he was feeling towards Eui Joon. He knew he wanted him physically, but then he doesn't take up the woman's offer that evening after Eui Joon refuses him. It wasn't actually written on paper, but knowing Geon Woo's character he might have felt uneasy about going through with it. Not particularly on Eui Joon's behalf, but it may have been unconscious because of his budding feelings.

His feelings were something that rattled him, and he was usually undeterred in any kind of situation. What rattled him more was that Eui Joon didn't know anything about what he was going through.

"Being naturally attracted to you, and going through unfamiliar emotions. This feeling should only be felt at an adolescent age."

We're seeing him from behind again. The use of this perspective in manhwas / mangas / comics usually makes you feel like can't tell what the character's thinking about, but most importantly that they're most likely about to go do or SAY SOMETHING DAMN IMPORTANT. Like, maybe, telling their feelings to the person they like!?!?!

"Eui Joon-Ah. I like you."

ASDFGHJKL DID ANYONE SEE THAT COMING?!?!?!

That actually surprised me hella lot. I'd originally thought Geon Woo was the tsundere type, but he was more honest with his feelings than I believed. However, he hadn't been completely convinced by these feelings until Eui Joon had offered to break it off. Suddenly there was an exit to his situation, but he didn't really feel happy about it. He was frustrated at not being able to properly understand what his words made him feel. Because the truth was he didn't want to break things off. He just wouldn't admit to himself at the time that the reason was he actually wanted Eui Joon.

We could see him debating it himself, poor thing:

"I didn't expect myself to be in a situation where I couldn't even understand my own feelings. I should've figured it out the moment I couldn't understand my sexual preference. I'm not that young anymore... What is this?" "No... It could also be a spur of the moment... It doesn't seem to be like that. It might also be due to pride, but I feel it's not necessary for these kinds of feelings to affect my pride... But even when it's like this, I still want to..."

Geon Woo decides to "have a little fun" before conceding to Eui Joon's request to "end their entanglement". But I've noticed that whenever something bothers Geon Woo too much, he takes a smoke. When Eui Joon makes the suggestion, Geon Woo does just that.

The slightly rough way in which Geon Woo treats him afterwards shows his frustration. He grabs his arm roughly and pulls him towards the car, but he doesn't realize he was hurting Eui Joon's wrist with his own watch until Eui Joon whines in pain—at which point Geon Woo just laces his hand through his instead. Which I thought was so sweet T^T

When Eui Joon freaks out about doing it at the school where he studies and asks Geon Woo to consider it for him, Geon Woo says, "Do I have to consider that for you too?" And when Eui Joon asks for him to do that, Geon Woo replies, "I guess I've been too nice to you." THE MAN WAS FREAKING FRUSTRATED!!! Geon Woo even challenges him to stay quiet, telling him no one will hear them if he does. Throughout the whole thing, Geon Woo wanted to dominate him, daring him to take what pleasure he could give him, but with an aggression that bespeaks the storm in his heart and mind. Reading it back, I realized just how damn hot that scene was. I mean, goddamn. After Geon Woo admits his feelings, there's a serenity about him afterwards. He no longer has to second-guess taking care of Eui Joon or expressing what he felt towards him. He gives him food and medicine the next day since he caught a fever. He "invites himself" to watch a movie with him since they both had nothing to do for the rest of the day. The guy was basically courting Eui Joon, haha. Not a confession, my ass XD

And then, when Eui Joon opens up about how he rejected Hyeon Woo, Geon Woo tells him he'll also wait for him for around three years T^T

MY HEART I CAN'T T ^ T ☙ ☙ ☙ ☙ ☙ So that's kiiind of a long breakdown. I included as little pictures as possible. Copyright and all that. I just really like this series so far. I want to be able to read the original someday. Hopefully I'd be able to learn Korean T^T. If you like this as much as I do, chat me up =D would love to hear other thoughts.

[libra-kirishima]

Kinktober Day 11- Threesome (Spike Spiegel/Reader/Faye Valentine)

Catching up, baby! Here's my third piece of non-bnha content on this blog ever. Written last year but oddly relevant now that they announced a LA series?? (Also you can take somewhat canon Jewish Spike out of my cold dead hands.)

Warnings: NS/FW Content. Fem reader. Faye and Spike's bickering. Reader is Ed's sister but it's mentioned like once in passing. Nobody asked for this it's pure self indulgence.

The atmosphere on the Bebop felt like a Mexican standoff. Two pairs of eyes burned into you as you glanced down at the cards in your hands with disinterest. You had a royal flush, something you would be overjoyed about had the game not been abandoned long ago for something more interesting.

"What can I say? The ladies love me." Spike laughed. The three of you were sharing stories from before your paths crossed. Spike's (likely exaggerated) story of when a woman wanted and run away with him as he was hunting a bounty on Venus.

"Please," Faye rolled her eyes. "You hate women."

"I don't hate women, I just hate women with attitudes." He argued. You and Faye both quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. "What?"

"I've probably pleasured more women than you have." She laughed.

"What are you saying?" He questioned, although it sounded more like a challenge.

"I'm saying you're either too inexperienced or too selfish to be good in bed." She answered after a drag of her cigarette.

"How would you know what a woman likes?"

You couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Faye it seemed.

"I'll let you take a guess." She gestured herself up and down, allowing both of you to take in the sight of her curves through her pajamas. "Use your critical thinking skills." Spike fought off the urge to roll his eyes and instead turned to you.

"(Y/N), who do you think is better at sex?" He asked sincerely, clearly trying to prove a point.

"Oh, I'd love to find out." You answered. You weren't sure if his question was a joke or not, but after you gave your answer, it was clear this was no longer a joking manner.

And so began their standoff. You weren't sure how long you had been stuck like this, but with the way they both looked at you, then each other left you desperate for contact. For satisfaction. For something. (And ideally before Jet returned with your sister.) Your free hand reached over for the bottle of whiskey Spike had left on the table.

Liquid courage you thought to yourself before opening it and taking a swig.

"Listen," You sighed. "I'm bisexual and horny." Both of them raised their eyebrows in interest. "So can someone please make the first move before I-"

It was Spike who cut you off. With one swift move of his lanky arm he swiped all the contents off the coffee table, then reached over to lock his lips onto yours. Wasting no time, he gently tugged at your hair, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gasped. He tasted like stale cigarette smoke, but you couldn't bring yourself to care with the way you melted into his touch.

"Hey!" Faye cried from her spot on the couch opposite him. Shortly after, you felt her crawl behind you and attach her lips to your neck. Her nimble hands reached around your form to dive between your thighs. At the same time, Spike's hands moved from your hair to your breasts, kneading at the clothed mounds. Faye's lips left your neck to focus on pulling your skirt up, and Spike's lips immediately took their place. He seemed determined to mark every inch of your skin as his. his. His.

Nobody else's.

He pulled your shirt off in one fluid motion and left more bruises on the newly exposed skin. Faye's hand slipped beneath your underwear and rubbed slow teasing circles into your clit. You let out a soft moan, letting your head roll back to rest on her shoulder. Spike took advantage of the easier access and attached to your neck once again, sucking a dark circular bruise at the hollow of your throat.

Faye's attention moved to Spike for a moment, watching him try to devour you like an animal.

"Trying to prove something?" She asked teasingly. "Our poor girl has so many hickies she looks like a leper." Your cheeks burned at her words. Less out of shame and more at the sound of being called 'our girl.' Your hands almost instinctively reached out to Spike again and pull his mouth back to your skin. He met Faye's gaze with a shit eating grin.

"I don't have to prove anything." He answered. "And you?"

She rolled her eyes. He didn't wait for a response. Spike's mouth trailed from your throat to the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. Love bites were left in a straight line all the way down, stopping below your naval. You whined when he pulled away to admire his work.

A perfectly straight line. He thought to himself. An achievement only he cared about, sure, but God you looked so fucking good.

"Never knew you were a perfectionist." Faye snarked.

"Looks even better from the front." He joked back. Spike's attention was now fully on your body. "Quite a sight for sore eyes..." He mumbled to himself. His lips met yours once more in a kiss that was surprisingly tender for the man that just marked every inch of your skin as his own.

Something he was trying to savor.

He then moved to kiss all of the marks he left, trailing from your neck and shoulders down your collarbone, to your throat, between your breasts, and all the way down to where he left off below your naval. His hands made quick work of removing your skirt and panties, then throwing your legs over each of his shoulders. Your lips locked on to Faye's.

The taste of stale cigarette smoke was much easier to tolerate when mixed with the lingering taste of strawberry lipgloss.

Frustration washed over you in a second wave as Spike kept himself from where you needed him most. You let out a pathetic whine against Faye's lips. Spike muttered something to himself which you missed the first part of.

"Do something or I'll take your place and you can have your fun with my seconds- are you saying grace?!"

Faye's confusion peaked your interest at what the man between your legs was whispering to himself.

"-blessed are you Lord our God, King of the universe, by whose word all things came to be."

You and Faye locked eyes for a moment in amusement before you heard his voice again. "I've started praying before all of my meals again." You bit back a laugh, which died in your throat when he gave your clit an experimental suck. "Especially one this divine." He argued. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

And you couldn't bring yourself to care when he dove in and ate you out like a man starved. Her lips caught yours again, and swallowed your moans and cries as she worked to undress herself.

When she pulled away from you, your eyes watched her hungry and impatient as she slowly peeled what remained of her clothes off. You would savor it more if you could keep your eyes open. It was clear they were fighting for your attention. When Spike slipped two of his fingers in, you allowed yourself to fully lay back and let him take you however he wanted. Her weight sank into the chair across from you, watching Spike make you cum first. Her hand slid between her legs to match the pace at which Spike was fingering you. His fingers curled up to hit your g-spot, with a strong suction on your clit to match. His eyes watched you with pride as you reached your first orgasm of the evening.

"Faye," You called, still trying to catch your breath. You reached your hands out and made grabby motions, begging for her to come close to you once more. Spike made work of ridding himself of his suit, shamelessly drinking in Faye as he did so. You didn't have to say anything more. She already knew what you wanted. You moved your head to allow room for her legs on either side. She straddled your face and slowly lowered herself down to your waiting lips.

You couldn't bring yourself to waste time waiting for Spike. Your tongue had been desperate for her taste since you first met her eye. The craving burned inside of you when you first got the taste of her lips. Strawberry and cigarette smoke lingered in your mind. A reminder that she was once there, insatiable until you got your hands on her again.

Now you had something to prove.

Your arms reached up to lock her legs in place around your head, hands kneading at the soft flesh to remind her that she belonged there. With your head between her legs, eating her pussy like it was your last meal.

It was ambrosia. The nectar of the gods. Heaven was between Faye's thighs and you wanted to spend the rest of your life savoring the taste.

You almost didn't notice Spike spreading your legs apart to slide inside of you. Relief flooded you when he slipped fully inside, your hips meeting his. He grabbed your hips with a grip that indicated to you he had no intention to be gentle.

You didn't want him to be.

His pace was brutal and sloppy. His pleasure was the only thing he could think of. All other thoughts were clouded by thehe way your cunt sucked him back in when he pulled out, like it was made for him. Like he belonged there. The the tight, wet warmth of your body had him practically drooling. He was obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you with each thrust.

He used your cunt like he owned it, and was going to be the death of you. Your mouth stilled with each time he hit your cervix with the tip of his cock. Spike's lips met Faye's in a sloppy kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else. A truce of sorts. You felt one of Faye's hands reach behind her to grab at your hair. Spike's left hand loosened the bruising grip on your hips to rub at your clit. The way you tightened around him as you got closer almost made him cum himself. He couldn't hold out for much longer. His pace got harder and faster. His fingers pressing against your clit was making you feel so good that you were in tears under Faye.

"That's it, baby. Let yourself go." He coaxed. You hardly needed an invitation. Your pussy tightening around him as your orgasm washed over you was just what he needed to let himself go as well. He bit into Faye's bottom lip as he came inside of you. White warmth flooded your insides and flowed out onto your skin when he pulled out. The vibrations of your moans against Faye's clit let her orgasm hit her soon after. Her body shook on top of you as she squirted all over your chest.

Spike wished he had a camera on him. The memories of this would be good enough for him to never watch porn again. He leaned back to catch his breath. You and Faye both collapsed on his chest, allowing yourselves to do the same.

The silence was broken by you after what felt like a lifetime.

"Alright, team. Good game! Let's hit the showers and then we'll do it again." You joked. The two of them raised their eyebrows at you. "What? In order to give a fair answer as to who's better, I need to get a good understanding of both of you." You left the two of them for the bathroom.

Spike and Faye looked at each other, then back to where you once stood, then back to each other.

"Don't you fucking think about it-" Faye started, but Spike didn't bother to listen. He pushed her off and ran after you to the shower.

"Too late. I've got something to prove."

"Ugh."

Faye followed suit, tugging him back by his hair to beat him to where you were.

[creepypocky]

Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

[impaladolan]

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

summary: after Choff production lines CEO (finally) retires, a new boss makes his way into Y/N’s world..

warnings: sexual references/undertones

a/n: another Grayson series, i can’t help myself :)) enjoy!! also, ily <3

Ugh, he was in one of his moods again.

The office cubicles were hastily bustling with nervousness and terror. At any given moment, the infuriated man, so-called boss, will be bursting through the double doors with a dark red tint across his cheeks and maybe even smoke out of his ears, if you're lucky.

Mr. Kidman has never been good with the whole "patience is a virtue" thing, he's a ticking time bomb at all hours of the day. Nothing ever satisfies him, nor remotely excites him, he just finds something to yell and scream about at some poor unfortunate soul and then continues his merry day. But today, he was furious. He had no empathy for anyone, even his favorite two little secretaries that wear push-up bras like a side-job. Apparently someone had brought him the wrong breakfast order and everything just went downhill from there.

Unlike all the others, you seemed calm and composed amongst all this mayhem, but only because you, and maybe two others, knew that 'Old Angry Kidman' was finally retiring. Yep, freedom at last. Well, unless the new guy, or girl, has terrible anger issues.

So you just sat at your clean and pristine desk, typing another draft and adding it to the plentiful piles saved on your work computer, while soundlessly chewing on a mint piece of gum that substituted for the absence of a tooth brushing the morning of. But your quick finger movements were hushed once Mr. Kidman, as predicted, flew straight through the doors with his signature fiery red face and sweat droplets dotting his thinning hairline. "Every body fucking up! I've fucking had it with all of you." He demands, majority of the room raising from their seats with caution. With his teeth tightly gritted and his lips in a fine line, he swirls his index finger in the air, motioning to all of his terrified workers.

"If it were my fuckin' decision, I'd have each and everyone of you pieces of shits fired and on the streets in point ZERO-TWO seconds. You all are fucking lucky that this is my last day here, son's of bitches." A man of few nice words, that he is. The nicest thing you've ever heard him say was thank you, and that was two years ago. His vulgar and aggressive attitude truly brings the worth of working this job down. If it weren't for the good pay and lack of any other remotely feasible company jobs, you would've quit a long time ago.

But alas, you still endure the inevitable fiery reign of his obstructive wrath on the daily.

-

Dolan is his name.

The new boss, that is. That's the only information you and the rest of the staff knew, besides that he's a male. He hasn't shown up for work yet, or even formally introduced himself. Hell, you don't even know what he looks like. But you were certainly nervous for his arrival.

What if he's just like Kidman, or worse?

It most certainly made you nervous to think that this new guy could ever be worse than Kidman. You were hoping and praying that the he'd at least value his workers and employees.

Everyone, on your office floor, was anticipating the days and hours of his big arrival. No one was certain of when he was going to show up, or if. But nonetheless you were one of the most nervous ones. You held the highest title among your coworkers, except CEO of course, but you were pretty up there when it came to business standards. Everyone seemed to like you as well, your kind nature and natural non-brutal attitude sure did make up for other people's. Of course, you didn't really have an office of your own, because you enjoyed the time spent with the people around you. You truly loved the relationship and humbleness you gained from it. At least you weren't a snotty bitch, right?

There were plenty of little rumors around the workspace that you'd become the new (and improved) owner of this whole entire manufacturing company. Specifically a well known fashion line, Choff. The floor that you, and many of the other leading workers, were on was basically the information database. But from time to time, you'd find yourself strolling through the other, more clothing/model filled areas. Just to see how things were flowing.

Which is actually what you're doing in this moment; running your fingers along the racks filled with hangers that held all the fitted clothing items. It seemed like fun to be down here, measuring and sewing the different outfits to the men and women, but it also seemed stressful. Everyone's always in a rush, with their exploding New York accents and their flailing around all over the place. It's pretty amusing to watch from afar, but you'd be scared to get in anyone's way. They'd probably just run you over and continue their day unaffected.

With that thought in mind, you abruptly come to a stop when you run into the muscular backside of someone, startling you from your stare on the tiled flooring. You uttered a few apologies, taking a step back and straightening your pencil skirt from its newfound wrinkles.

"Lost, darling?" Your eyes trail the floor before you until they're stuck on a pair of shiny dress shoes, attached to a pair of long legs and a broad chest. Your eyes finally landed on the remarkably handsome face, of someone you didn't quite recognize. It wasn't uncommon to stumble across unknown employees, but could it be him?

"Frankly, no." You shortly answer, studying his jaw-dropping features. He was indubitably perfect, without a doubt. With a nicely trimmed beard decorating his beautifully shaped jawline, and big hazel eyes that stared right back at your own, he seemed unearthly. Like he was God's favorite angel sent down from heaven, just to show you a glimpse of what it'd really be like inside the pearly gates. "Are, um, you?" You weren't exactly nervous, just mystified. His recent smile grew into what seemed to be a smirk, while his right side's dimple grew more prominent.

"I'd like to say that I'm not, but I sadly am." He shrugs with a chuckle, sending a wave of unbeknownst pleasure through your ears and fluttering down your spine, until the ends of your toes were satisfied with his deep and raspy voice. "Could you maybe show me around this gigantic place? I've been in need of assistance for the last hour or so." He questions you, dropping his shoulders back and letting his eyes roam your stature before drifting to the interior of the long hallway the two of you are currently standing around in. "I very well could, but I have a dreadful meeting to attend to within the next five to ten minutes." Actually, the meeting was in fifteen minutes. You just simply wanted to see the man's reaction, which wasn't what you though it'd be;

"Perfect, I'll be in attendance for that as well. If you'd so kindly lead the way, I would most appreciate it." He smoothly negotiated, stuffing his right hand, which was tightly wrapped with an expensive looking watch, into his pocket with another grin. He seemed very eloquent with his words and the way he addressed things, it has to be him?

"Do you mind me asking of your name?" You began as you started your trek back to where you came from, your heels quietly clicking from beneath you as you lead the way, him following close behind. "Dolan, Grayson Dolan." He quickly answered. Indeed you were right in thinking he was the new (and maybe improved) CEO of all Choff productions. "New head guy?"

He only nods, to yet another one of your endless questions. "And what's your name, darling?" He asks as the two of you stop at an elevator, his quick hand beating yours to clicking the slightly worn down button. "Y/N Y/L/N, direct head management under you." You relay before boarding onto the empty elevator, the doors closing moments after the two of you were stood side by side. You fidget with the ends of your skirt, staying as calm as possible under his stare that you couldn't help but shrivel under.

"Under me, huh?" You almost gulped at the sound of his double meaninged phrase. Smart guy, hm? Your heart started beating a bit faster the more you thought of his little statement. Your mind became a whirlwind of visuals and fantasies before you could even stop it. Just those two little words had made you all sorts of a mess, and he hasn't even done much of anything. "Don't get too worked up darling, we have a meeting to attend." He chuckles as he steps off the elevator that had opened only seconds ago. You just scoff, your cheeks reddening as you stride right past him, maneuvering through the expanse of people that had just left the staff room, in order for the upcoming meeting to advance.

The moment you were sat in the room and time had passed to where everyone had finally shown up, you felt that lingering feeling of eyes on you. A pair of hazel eyes to be exact, who was sat far from you at the end of the long table. For meeting him not too long ago, he sure did seem comfortable around everyone. It was entirely too soon for you to be liking him already, better yet imagining different scenarios with him as someone boringly rambled. You decided that you'd forget him for the time being and focus on your job, as much as possible.

Though it would be granted as difficult as time moved on..

"That's the conclusion of this meeting. I thank everyone for being here, and I especially appreciate your appearance, Mr. Dolan. I'm happy to say that things around here will continue a lot smoother than it did in the past. And I know most others would agree." Burt Wallace, one of the coordinators, concluded after standing from his seat to dismiss everyone with a nod. While everyone dillydallied in conversations with one another, you in the other hand, hustled straight out of that room and towards the same elevator you had used earlier. The moment you clicked the button, the doors opened wide and you hopped in, tucking yourself in the corner while you gained your breath. You smile to yourself at the successful 'escape' from any questions or perhaps a witty comment from a certain CEO on the loose.

You sigh happily to yourself, watching the doors close again until a hand is stuck between them, pushing them straight back to reveal the man you were somewhat avoiding. "Care if I join you again?" He asked, but he still entered otherwise, clicking one of the many buttons to make the door close. "Did I have a choice?" You almost scoff, feeling his shoulder brush against your own as he stood in the same spot he had previously stood in. "Nah, not really, but I like to seem like a little bit of a gentleman." He answers, the roll of your eyes substituting for the internal scoff that you hadn't let out. The two of you rode in silence for what seemed to be eternity, only the faint sounds of your breaths being heard. As soon as the elevator door clanged and opened, you made a beeline out of there and hustled toward your organized workspace like there was a snake chasing you.

"What's the rush?" Ana Rita, one of the only tolerable women in this entire building, asked as you ducked under your desk. Even though you hadn't looked back to check, you had a feeling he'd follow you, or worse, ask you to meet him in his office. You weren't exactly sure why you were hiding from him, he seemed pretty nice. But he truly intimidated you. Not in a competitive way, more so a physical way. "And why the fuck are you down there?" The redhead crinkled her brows as she looked down her long nose at you. "Just, shhhh!" You bellow quietly, covering your pursed lips with your index finger.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hot man, six o'clock! Get your ass out of there!" She violently whispered at you, frantically tidying herself for the "hot man," presumably Mr. Dolan as you had predicted, approached your desks. You tightly hug your knees from under your desk, praying to god that he wouldn't somehow see you. "After noon, sir, may I help you?" You cringe at the seductive tone lined in her voice, something that Mr. Dolan unfortunately probably gets a lot of. "I'm looking for Ms. Y/L/N, I have some issues to discuss with her." Yet again, his girthy voice made you sigh with comfort. It's extremely calming to listen to.

"She's actually right here—" Ana, the little asshole she is in this moment, points straight at you as you plead with your eyes and shake your head vigorously. You suddenly see his handsome head peer over at you, his brows scrunched with confusion. "Uhm, cords were messed up, gotta fix them." You awkwardly chuckle, patting the outlet box stuffed with all your monitor's cords. You bring yourself out from below your desk as the two stared at you, dusting your front side and settling down in your office chair with a nervous smile.

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

(masterlist)

[yumehoxo]

Convinced- eren x reader

(⚠️WARNING⚠️ -this story contains substance use, strong language, sexual content and more)

*Ding*

Connie:

-Yo imma pick you up at around 7:30-ish to be ready.

"Ughh I hope I'm making the right decision" you thought to yourself.

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It's was already 7:12 pm and you haven't even gotten up to change yet, you look at the time one more time and see how late it has gotten and frantically rush to your closet to get something to wear. 'This is such a drag. Why did I even bother to say yes'. You chose a short miniskirt and a cropped shirt and put them on as fast as you can. You ran to the bathroom and fixed your hair and makeup. As your in the middle of doing your make-up Connie calls you. 'Oh no. don't tell me he's here already it's only 7:20' you whined. You pick up the phone call and Connie says.. "Yo I'm in the neighborhood but I'm having trouble finding your complex, mind giving me some directions again?" you sighed, " You have been to my apartment over 20 times now how do you not remember??" You asked. "Look bruh it's really confusing and you already know ian good with directions!" Connie said frustrated. "As soon as you enter the neighborhood you take a right, then two lefts." You said pissed off. "OH YEAHH I REMEM-" you ended the phone call. As you finished off your lipgloss, you grabbed your bag and debated on if you should wear shoes or heels 'I don't even know if I remember how to walk in those' you said looking at your heels, you grabbed your shoes instead. Then you heard it, a rapid knocking at the door, indicating Connie was here. You grabbed your things and did a little jog to the door.

"Woah you smell so good!" Connie said. He was wearing sweatpants and a Dolce & Gabbana long sleeved shirt. You couldn't lie he was a good looking guy and he knew how to dress, and on top of that he's one of the most funniest people you know.

"Thanks Connie" you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Who's hosting this party anyways?" You ask as you lock your door.

"It's this guy named Jean or something like that" Connie says.

Your eyes widen to the name 'well now I know Alessia is going to be there'. "Wow I guess that's just my luck huh?" You say.

"What do you mean that's 'just your luck'?"Connie asks. The expression on his face is pure confusion.

"We used to date in high school, that's all" you state with a relaxed attitude.

Connie presses the elevator button to get back down to the first floor and he asks "Isn't that, kind of a big deal, like what were the odds that you both went to the same out of state University?" Connie asks.

"I dunno I guess it is." you shrug. 'I mean he isn't wrong I haven't seen him since senior year and I'm now a sophomore, that like what almost 2 years?' Your thoughts get interrupted... "Y/n ... Y/n... Y/N??" Connie basically shouts, gaining your attention back to reality.

"W-what do you want, goddamn?" You ask irritated by his loud tone.

"You weren't answering me, I was trying to ask you are you going to drink tonight?" Connie asks.

"Uhh I don't know yet, I'll see how crazy the party is when I get there, and if it's bad then I probably won't drink much" you say as you open his passenger side car door.

"Drink much?? SO YOUR GOING TO DRINK?" Connie asks excitedly.

"Why the fuck are you screaming I'm literally right next to you? But yeah I am." You respond back.

"O-oh sorry I don't realize how loud I get..." he says scratching the back of his head with a nervous expression.

As you guys are driving you don't even realize that it's almost dark outside as the yellow sunset hits your skin in the car. Connie's music was playing way to loud but you would have to get used to it anyway once you get to the party, 'at least his taste in music isn't bad' you think to yourself. As (s/n) plays in the background. You've been to parties before but since it's been so long, your nerves are through the ceiling and the butterfly's in your stomach are giving you mild cramps. 'Just take a deep breath, you've done this before.'

Before you know it, you and Connie are already at the party, it's being hosted in a big house with it's own gate (that was left open). You can see the flashing lights coming through the windows and as you drive closer you can feel the bass of the music. Connie parks his car off to the side so it's easy for him to get out, and you both exit the car.

"We won't be on the first floor, all the secondary people who didn't get invited personally by the owner or the owners friends stay on that floor" Connie says.

"Reiner invited me since we've been friends since Freshman year" he states.

"Oh okay, hopefully it's more calm upstairs.." you say as you guys walk to the front door.

As soon as the the huge double doors open you can see a sea of people partying. All packed together like it was a concert or something. You see couples making out, girls grinding on guys, people throwing up because they can't take what's in their cup any longer, there are girls without any clothing on waist up exposing their breasts to a group of guys. Connie grabs your hand and leads you threw the crowd. He can see the look of concern and disgust on your face.

"Sorry that you have to see this." He says rolling his eyes.

He grips on to your hand a little tighter since the crowd was getting more packed the further down you go. The finally you guys reached it, the stairs. There is a velvet rope indicating that only a certain few are allowed up there. Two men stood there, one of them smoking a cigarette and the other holding a list of names.

"Name?" The man with the list asks coldly. He had dirty blonde hair and tattoos on the sides of his face.

"Connie. Connie Springer." Connie says back equally as coldly.

You can feel the eyes of the other man landing on you, you can feel him looking at your body and then breasts.

"Your good to go." The blonde boy states.

'Finally' you think to yourself in relief. Just the fact that someone was probably just thinking of having sex with you without even knowing you made you feel uncomfortable. You start walking up the stairs and you can still feel his eyes on you, specifically your ass. You were fuming up 'does he have no shame?!' You think angrily to yourself. You've had just about enough you were about to turn around and tell him off.. then Connie walks right up behind you so it's blocks the mans view. You sigh out in relief.

"Sorry about that, some people just have no self control." Connie whispers in your ear so the man doesn't hear anything.

You and Connie make your way up the spiral staircase, you can imminently feel how much more quieter it gets when you get up there. In front of you guys is a hallway with 3 doors on each side and double doors at the end of the hall. You notice the doors have signs on them. "Vacant" or "Empty". Only two of the doors had the sign flipped to "Vacant".

"There for people who want private rooms, like if only a certain group of people wanted to do something together or if you wanted to hookup with someone." Connie says.

"Yeah I figured, that's really smart." You respond back. You can feel the vibrations of the music downstairs at your feet.

"Thank god were not down there" you say in relief.

"Yeah, that place is crazy all the time I don't know how people find that fun." Connie says rolling his eyes.

Connie opens the door for you. To the right there's a T.V hooked onto the wall and a group of 10 people sitting together just talking. To the left is a mini kitchen. You can see that behind the kitchen is a table with food, drinks, and cups there. You noticed the cups were color coded, three colors, neon blue, neon pink, and neon green. In front of each cup was a sign. In front of the neon blue cups was the sign "Taken", I'm front of the of the neon pink cups was "Not looking for any relationship", and in front of the Green cup was "Single". Connie went ahead a grabbed a blue cup and poured himself the fruit punch and alcohol mixture. Connie was currently dating Sasha but she was on a trip with her family for the holidays leaving Connie all alone. You went ahead a grabbed a green cup for yourself and poured (f/d) in it instead. You weren't going to have alcohol until a little later since it was only 8:13 pm.

"Come on let me introduce to everyone I know" Connie says taking your hand leading you to a room in the back.

Connie leads you to the room which contained a Billiardo table to the very right which two men were using and there was a couch at the back that had a group of people sitting there. You could see Jean sitting on the floor in between a black haired girls legs while throwing darts to the wall. His hair was grown out and he looked much more mature. Next to the black haired girl on the couch was a blonde boy with an undercut. On the couch on the other side was a brown haired boy with long hair tied back into a messy bun, he has tattoos on his right arm and some on his left, and he had stud piercings in his ears. He was wearing grey sweatpants with a shortsleeved shirt with the word "Primitive" on the front. They shirt wrapped perfectly around his sculpted biceps. You looked away to make sure nobody notices that your staring. Next to him is a blonde girl she was somewhat tall and had facial bangs. There are two girls on the floor, another blonde girl but she was short and more petite and another girl next to her with brown hair and freckles flirting with her making the blonde one blush. You realize Jean and the black haired girl cups are blue. You also see that The blonde boy and the girl next to the brown haired boy guys are also blue. Everyone else's cups were green. 'A lot of taken people' you think to yourself.

"WOAH NO WAY" you can hear Jean scream locking eye contact with you "IS THAT REALLY YOU Y/N?" He says while getting up. You can tell the black haired girl is staring him down.

"Y-yeah. It's been so long!" You say while side hugging him. You can smell the faint scent of marijuana on him. The black haired girls eyes reach you staring you down, looking at your breasts and body figure. You turn your head to the back of the room Where a tall brown haired boy and blonde hair boy make their way to you.

"Yo Reiner!" Connie says while dapping him up.

"Yo Connie!" He says back. His eyes land land on you, locking eye contact.

"Connie who'd you bring with you?" He said with a smirk on his face looking at Connie and then right back at you.

"Oh this is y/n, she's normally a homebody but she finally agreed to come with me to one party" Connie said while rolling his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Reiner." He said while sticking his hand out indicating to shake hands with him. You shake his hand, and he holds on a little longer instead. You manage to let go without being awkward or rude a flash a smile at him. 'What the fuck.' You think to yourself . You can see the brown haired boy next to him seems nervous and a little shaky. He look at him and smile and he gives you a nervous smile back.

"H-hi my n-name is Bertolt" he says clearly shaken up. Connie slaps his hand onto Betolt's shoulder and says..

"No need to be shy Bertolt just be yourself! Nobody is going to like you if your going to act so shy." Connie said with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Hey, I'm Y/n" you say with a smile on your face, making him blush even harder.

"Anywaysssss enough of that" Connie says while taking you to the group of people at the sofas.

"Everyone, this is Y/n L/n" Connie says 'I can introduce myself dickhead' you think to yourself.

"I'm Armin, nice to meet you!" The Blonde boy says sweetly. 'He's like a cute cinnamon bun' you think to yourself. You smile sweetly back at him.

"I'm Annie. I've actually seen you around we have a class together." She says with almost little to no expression on her face but you can tell that's the way she is. "Actually i remember you; you sat next to me in that chem lecture one time!" You say back.

" I'm Mikasa." She stated coldly. 'Damn mad at me already? I barely fucking did anything.' You think to yourself but not daring to say it out loud. You force yourself to smile  'I hate these type of things everything seems so forced' you think. "Nice to meet you" you say while giving her a fake smile.

"H-h-hi I'm H- histori-a" the blonde girl said barely managing to get any air as the brown hair girl is choking her from behind. "And I'm Ymir" she says with a huge grin across her face. You start laughing at their greeting. "Y'all seem close " You say as you sit yourself next to them Connie following behind you, finding a seat facing it backwards, and then sitting in it so his chest could be resting in the back side.

"I'm Eren, Eren Yeager." The brown haired boy said in a relaxed tone but you noticed his eyes went to the top of you, to your feet, and back up. 'Goddamn who gave him the right to be so hot' you thought to yourself. "Nice to meet you, Eren." you say in a relaxed tone making sure you hide your nervousness.

As the night went on, Reiner and Bertolt came to join you guys. After many attempts of Reiner trying to flirt with you he gave up as he got a drunk. They talked about all the drama that's been going around, who's dating who, who got arrested, who got so fucked up "that one time". They more they talked the more they drank. After awhile you saw it was 11:15 pm and you finished what was in your cup. You left the room and made your way to the kitchen to see if they had any good alcohol drinks, you open the fridge and grab and vodka bottle and pour yourself a shot. You jump up and sit on the counter and took a look around, everyone who was once watching infront of the T.V were either asleep or on the balcony outside. 'Ahhh some peace and quiet' you think to yourself then you remember that Alessia told you she hooked up with a guy named Jean 'wait a second something doesn't add up how could have she hook up with Jean if Jean has a girl friend?'  You go on your phone to see if she put anything on her story and she did.. she was a black haired boy who was tagged with the name "Jean". 'ohhh okay so it wasn't the Jean I knew' you thought to yourself relieved. You grabbed your bag to get the blunt that you rolled before you came... as your looking you realize you can't find it, you frantically search through your bag"what- where is it I swear I brought it?!" you say frustrated.

"Brought what?" A familiar voice asked, you froze for a slight second startled by it. You turned to to see who said that, it was Eren. He was even taller then he looked when he was sitting down.

"O-oh my god you scared me" you responded back sounding startled.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean too, I thought you heard me open the door." Eren said. 'Wait is that piercing on his-' you realize your staring too long.

"It's fine don't worry about it, but I brought a blunt with me before I came but I can't find it now." You say back.

"Damn maybe you dropped it somewhere." He responded not breaking eye contact with you as he comes into the kitchen.

"Y-yeah maybe.." you say back. 'Why's he coming over here?' . He walks over to the fridge and grabs a drink, leans his back against the fridge (which is right in front of you). After 15 seconds of silence he strikes up a conversation

"If you want I have a blunt? But we have to share." Eren says.

"Wait are you sure?" You ask him feeling guilty.

"Yeah it's no big deal" he says while smiling at you.

You were right he does have a tongue piercing.

"Thank you so much" you say back.

As you guys share the blunt you both start talking about your school schedule, turns out that you have the same lunch break and most of your classes are the same just with different teachers. By the time the blunt is finished both of your eyes are bloodshot. You look at his arm he has a tattoo of a dragon, 'that's the same one I have' you think to yourself in utter shock 'how did I not notice?'. Just to make sure you ask him..

"Do you mind if I see your tattoo really quick? You ask him.

He walks closer to you and lifts up his sleeve exposing the whole tattoo and arm. 'Wow he's so built' you think to yourself. You take a good look at his tattoo it confirms your theory, it's the same tattoo that you have. You got it the second you turned 18, it symbolizes 'strength' a lot of people have it but it's still quite rare to see someone else have it.

"Wow I was right!" You say excitedly.

"Right about what?" Eren asks confused. You lift up you one side of your crop top exposing the right side of your rib cage, showing him your tattoo. He puts down his drink next to you and asks..

"May I take a closer look? Only if you don't mind though." Your face turns a little red the thought of him being that close to you kind of scared you.

"Y-yeah s-sure." You say nervously. He brings his face closer and looks up at you realizing how red you are. He smirks. He traces over your tattoo with his thumb. Just his touch makes you shiver a little 'goddamn why do I have to be so nervous he's not even doing anything!'  You feel your face getting hotter as he traced it. Then you feel it, he places his whole hand on your waist and pulls you closer.

"W-what are you doing? You ask him super embarrassed as your face flushes an even darker shade of red. He gets up close to your ear and whispers.. "What? Are you just going to act like you haven't been thinking about this all night? I've seen the way you've been looking at me." Eren said with a smirk on his face. Just the way his breath feels on your ear made you shiver. You slightly spread your legs a little open so he can fit right in front of you. He grabs onto both of your thighs and pulls them more towards him making your entire body come closer to his. You can feel your skirt slight hiking up the more you legs spread apart. He looks you up and down before leaning in and gently kissing you once, his lips felt soft against yours, you can smell the scent of mint and weed mixed together, you can feel him smile against your lips. He clearly knows how much  your enjoying this. He kisses you again this time more passionately, you feel his hand move to your lover back pulling you even more closer, you wrap your hands around his neck and give in. He bites softly on your bottom lip making you moan slightly, he takes this chance to force his tongue inside, asserting his dominance. You fight to not let him win,you try your best, but you lose. He slowly stops, and kisses your lips tenderly one more time. Then he places his lips on your neck playfully nibbling at your neck, he finds your sensitive spot, causing you to stifle a moan, you can feel his smile against your skin. The coldness of his piercing against your skin makes you want more. He continues sucking,kissing, and licking your neck for a little longer and then he stops. He gets up close to your ear and says...

"Why don't we take this a private room? I would hate if anyone interrupted us." he said with his eyes full of lust.

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                                                                                                          Authors note:

This took me awhile to write I have a headache now lmao

Anyways if y'all could please lmk if I should change anything or if there any errors I would appreciate it 😌💞✨