#not proofread thank youuuuu

[teddybeartoji]

toji sits up against the headboard of your shared bed. he's not wearing a shirt (he never sleeps with a shirt on) and he's reading his dorky little glasses (you don't call them dorky in front of him though). he's so focused on his flip phone that he doesn't notice you crawling up right beside him. snaking your hands around his middle, you peek at what he's doing.

a text message to shiu.

"kys"

...

you crane your neck to look at your boyfriend and he stares back with the most casual look on his face. "what?"

he's so serious. he's not kidding. he shuts off the phone and throws it onto the small bedside table before turning back to you. his big arms wrap around you, pulling you right into his warm chest. he looks so handsome with the glasses on.

"you're so mean. what did shiu do to you?" you fake a pout and he flicks your forehead (lovingly, of course).

"told me to come to work early." he laughs at the way you squirm in his hold, gasping and huffing at his antics. you bury your face into him in order to escape his teasing. "but y'd die if i did that, hm?"

he's not wrong. you hate when he goes to work, you wish you could just stay with him. be with him. at all times.

"whatever."

he hums ands you feel your world shake. after afew quiet seconds, you whisper into his skin. "we can go to that pancake place tomorrow then?"

"what happened to 'whatever', sweetheart?"

you hear the dumb grin in his voice and beatiful butterflies fill your stomach. "yes, i would die. can we please go to the pancake place tomorrow?"

locking eyes with him, you stare into his mossy eyes through his glasses. a birthmark greets you, inviting you even closer and closer as you admire him. he really does look good.

toji counts the freckles on your skin, the moles, the scars, and thinks about how sweet you are. he hopes you never stop being a little brat. "that's what i had in mind, yeah."

the golden lighting from the lamp beside him, paints him in the most comfortable lighting. his tan looks godly and it's hard to believe that you can really call him yours. but you can. he already made s reservation at the cute little pancake restaurant. he wants to watch your eyes twinkle as you stare at the stack of goodies in front of you.

(he wants you to look at him the same way.)

(you always do.)

[buckys-wintersoldier]

His innocent girl | Ari Levinson

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> DBF!Ari Levinson x Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> He can’t stand the desire you’re causing with your little outfits and the innocence you show him. Ari needs you — he needs to ruin you for every other man.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 5.349 (a lot smut, almost only smut)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, age gap (Reader in her early 20’s, Ari in his early 40’s), innocent!Reader, dub-con, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, loosing of virginity, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, crying during sex, pussy slapping, belly bulge, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasm, degradation, praises, bit of dirty talk

𝐀/𝐍 -> The idea for the Oneshot is filled with @amathslutsguidetofandom and my dirty thoughts about Ari. So thank you so much. I also wanna thank my best friend @imtryingbuck for proofreading. I love you so much, thank youuuuu.❤️❤️

Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist

The pink, fluffy bunny ears fit perfectly on top of your head, making your outfit look perfect. You're standing in front of the mirror with a pink little skirt, overknees, and a short pink top covering most of your body. You turn to the left, then to the right, letting the skirt slowly fly higher and revealing the sweet, white cotton panties you're wearing underneath. You're smirking at yourself and sliding your hand over your skirt before you turn around and open the door of your room.

When you do so, you hear the voices of your parents and another familiar voice. Deep but soft, and you already know who is sitting downstairs in the kitchen with a coffee in front of him and a big grin on his lips. Ari Levinson - your dad's best friend.

With a grin on your lips, you walk downstairs, slightly jumping up and down, when you enter the kitchen, where Steve — your dad — and Ari are sitting. Your father turns his head toward you, smiling when you walk closer and kissing his cheek softly.

"Good morning, daddy," you say in your sweetest voice.

"Morning, sweetheart."

Then you turn around to face Ari, and he smiles nicely at you. His blue eyes are glistening, and he licks his lips with his tongue. His hand is gripping the cup of coffee in front of him, and his knuckles are turning white. The little skirt that covers just a bit more than half your ass and the tight top, the pink you're always wearing — Ari can't stop his fantasies even though your outfit doesn't give much to his imagination. And the sweet, fluffy bunny ears you're wearing make him go crazy.

"Hello, Mr. Levinson," you say, smiling before you turn around to make yourself breakfast.

Ari needs to hide the groan that is creeping up his throat. You can't just look innocent and talk to him while you call him by his last name. He feels his pants tightening, his dick is pressing uncomfortable against the fabric, to the point he needs to lean back in the chair. It gets even worse when you bend down to reach for the cereals on the counter. Your skirt is sliding up and revealing your panties, Ari's eyes are focused on your ass and on your cunt, and he can't bring himself to look somewhere else. Luckily, Steve is sitting in front of him, so it looks like Ari is looking at him.

You're taking the cereal and the milk, and with a bowl your dad gave you already and make your way to sit next to Ari, putting everything into the bowl while you sing quietly. Steve tells Ari something about the barbecue later, but Ari's eyes are focused on you. He looks at you while you eat your cereal and sing quietly.

"I need to go shopping for that. Do you wanna come with me, sweetheart?" Your dad asks, but you shake your head.

"I have to do a speech for uni," you say with a nice smile.

Ari licks his lips once again. He told your dad to prepare everything while he goes shopping and to know you're there with him. He feels his dick twitch in his pants; he wants to bend you over the table right now, ruining your innocence. He wants to hear those sweet moans leaving your lips when he slides his dick in and out of you.

When your dad goes shopping, you're alone with Ari. He smirks at you, running his fingers through his long-brown hair and looking at the counter for everything you need for the barbecue. You're looking at Ari, your arms resting on the table while you have your hands under your chin. Your legs are swining forward and backward.

"Do you want to help me, babygirl?" Ari asks.

"Yes, Mr. Levinson."

Ari feels his dick hardening once again while you're walking around the kitchen island. Ari is tall; he has high-defined muscles, and you need to look up to look into his face. He smirks when he points to the bowls he needs from another counter. You nod and give them to him, then you turn around once again and bend over to look for some sweets you want to offer him. Your dad loves them; you love them, so maybe Ari loves them as well?

When you bend over, Ari's eyes are immediately focused on your ass once again. He groans softly, and when you grab the sweets and turn back, you see the way his ocean-blue eyes darken. You're not sure why he groaned, but Ari just bits his lips and looks your body up and down, then back into your eyes. His hand reaches out for you, grasping your waist and pulling you close against him.

"A sweet little pink diamont plug would fit perfectly into your pretty little ass."

"A- A pl- What?" You ask, and you narrow your eybrows.

Ari closes his eyes, swallowing the low groan. How can someone so sweet be so innocent at the same time? His grip tightens, and he slides his other hand along your side until his hand is placed on your ass.

“A plug, baby. Making you feel good here,” he says, slapping softly with his palm on your ass.

You gasp, looking up at him with a confused expression. Ari slips his hand underneath your skirt, caressing the soft skin of your ass. You whimper. Ari leans closer, kissing your nose and your forehead softly, while he slides his other hand to your ass cheeks as well. He then grabs them, pulling them apart and groaning when you press yourself more against him.

“Mr. L— Levinson, what are you doing?” You ask.

Your eyes are widening, and Ari can’t stop himself from groaning once again. His dick is leaking and pressing against his pants. You’re feeling something against your lower stomach; it’s big, and you wonder if he has his keys in his pants.

“Do— Do you have your keys in your pocket?”

“No,” Ari says, chuckling about your innocence. “That’s my dick. Feeling how hard it is just for you?”

You shake your head. Why should his cock grow because of you? You didn’t do anything, so why should there be something he is getting hard from? He leans down closer to your lips, and you can feel his hot breath on your lips. You close your eyes instinctively, and Ari chuckles. You whimper when he doesn’t break the distance between your lips. When you close your eyes to look into his steel blue ones, he just grins at you.

“Please, Mr. Levi—“

“Call me daddy, can you do this?”

You nod, confused about why he wants you to call him like you call your daddy but you don’t mind. You just want him to kiss you like you have always seen it in those romantic movies.

“And what do you want, babygirl?”

“C— Can you kiss me?”

He smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It’s a short but sweet kiss, and your knees are suddenly weak, and you feel a tingling feeling in your stomach. One that slides down between your legs and causes you to press your thighs together.

“You’re oke, baby?”

“It’s tingling,” you mumble, blushing.

“What’s tingling. Tell Daddy, where is it tingling?”

Ari knows what you mean, but he wants to hear it from you. He wants to hear that innocent, sweet girl say that she is dripping her panties because of the big, broad men in front of him.

“Down there,” you say quietly, and turn your head away.

He lets go of your ass with one of his hands and grips your chin, making you look up at him again. His blue eyes piercing in yours, he smirks, while his thumb slides over your bottom lip, pressing into your mouth. You take it and twirl your tongue around his thumb, causing more tingles in your stomach. Ari removes his thumb with a plop and licks his lips.

“Do you need help with that tingling feeling in your belly?”

You nod, your eyes pleading. Ari grabs you by your waist and lifts you up, placing you on the surface of the counter. His hands slide up and down your thighs, closer to your pussy and he pushes your skirt up, revealing your wet panties. Ari groans, getting on his knees and pushing his head between your legs. He inhales deeply when his nose touches your covered pussy. You shiver slightly, moaning about the sudden feeling of him between your legs. Ari brings his hand to shove your pants away, and a low chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, kissing your pussy.

You moan softly. His tongue glides through your folds, and you can’t help but grip his long hair, tugging at it. You’re not sure if you want him to continue or stop; it’s a new sensation and feels good and weird at the same time.

“D— Daddy, what are you doing?”

Ari lets go of your pussy for a moment; this innocence of yours makes him so fucking desperate that he just wants to bend you over the counter and fuck you. He knows he would ruin you for everyone else.

“I have a taste of your pretty little cunt, babygirl.”

He lowers his head between your legs once again, lapping at your pussy, making you moan and arch your back in pleasure. Ari’s beard is scratching your thighs and clit slightly, masking the feeling even more intensely. A feeling you never had before grows in your stomach, and you worry for a moment since it feels like you really need to pee. But Ari’s grip on your thighs is so strong that you can’t move away to get down the counter and go to pee.

“Daddy—“ you moan, your eyes watering.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?”

“I— I need to pee.”

Ari looks confused for a moment, removing his tongue from in between your folds. Instead, he shoves his chunky fingers along your folds, circling your entrance before he pushes a finger into your tight entrance.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t need to pee; let go for me. Can you do it?”

You nod, and Ari pumps his finger inside of you. He hits your sweet spot, still tasting you on his tongue and lips. Your moan shamelessly, his finger moving slowly inside of your tight pussy, and he can’t help but imagine his cock in your pussy.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

“Nu—uh.”

Ari almost comes in his pants when you tell him that you never touched yourself. You’re so fucking tight that he just wants to burry his huge dick into you, splitting you open. He pushes his finger deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot and making you almost scream. Ari smirked, feeling you clench around him. He speeds up slightly, pushing another of his thick fingers into your pussy.

“Daddy, feeling that tingle so much.”

“Let go; come for Daddy.”

And you do. You arch your back and come all over his fingers, creaming them in your slick while he fucks you with his fingers through your high. Your pussy is squeezing him violently, sucking him deeper into you.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper about the sudden emptiness. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy while you look at Ari. He brings his fingers to his lips and takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans about your sweet taste. You look at him, whimpering softly about the feeling growing between your legs. Something like desire, where you need Ari to take care of your cunt.

“Daddy, that tingling—“

“Shhh— Daddy’s gonna take care of his pussy.”

You nod, pouting slightly, and Ari chuckles. He gets off the floor and leans closer, capturing your cheeks with his big hands and pressing his lips softly on yours. His tongue glides over your lips; you part them slightly, and Ari pushes his tongue into your mouth. His hands slide along your body, removing your panties. Then he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants before he slides them down, revealing his boxers with the outline of his fat, hard cock and a little spot where his tip is pressed against the fabric already wet from his pre-cum.

“Wanna see daddy’s fat cock, little girl?”

“I—“

Ari doesn’t give you much time to answer; he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down his thick thighs. He would love to take off all your clothes, would worship every bit of your body, and kiss every inch of your skin, but he is so desperate to feel you. And the outfit turns him on beyond belief. You look at his weeping cock, which just springs free; the tip is red, and you see the veins running along it. He sees the struggle in your eyes. What should you do know? Touch it, or let himself touch it?

“You can touch it; just be careful,” he says, holding out his hand to place yours into his.

When your small hand is placed in his big one, he walks a step closer, letting his fingers slide over the soft skin of his cock. You follow every movement of your fingers with your eyes, furrowing softly while you’re concentrated on the way his tip feels. When you swipe your thumb over the slit, Ari pushes his hips forward and groans.

“Do— Does it feel good?” You ask innocently and look into his eyes.

He nods, smirking when your smile grows. You wrap your fingers around his huge length, pumping his cock slowly into your hand. Ari throws his head back, thrusting it into your hand. When you see the way he reacts to your touches, you use your other hand and take his balls into it, grinning when he groans and hums in response.

When Ari feels the pleasure in his belly growing, he takes a step back and pushes you by your shoulders down. You whimper, and when his cock taps your pussy, he is smearing his pre-cum all over your pussy. You’re wiggling your ass, earning a slap on your thigh. Tears build up in the corner of your eyes, and Ari captures your cheeks with his hands, kissing you softly.

He then takes his cock into his hand, giving himself a few strokes and slapping the tip against your pussy. You moan softly, and he does it again. Then he pushes his dick between your folds, still not entering you. With his thumb, he holds his dick in between your wet folds while he thrusts slowly forward. Your eyes are almost closed when his cock always hits your clit whenever he pushes forward. Your lips are slightly parted, and you whimper, gripping the surface of the counter to steady yourself. Ari grinds against you over and over again until you’re a moaning mess underneath him. Sweat is covering your forehead, and your hair is messy, but for Ari, you’re beautiful as always. You mumble his name and ‘daddy’ over and over again.

So cock drunk, and he hasn’t even pushed in yet. Ari loves the way you’re whimpering for more, pushing yourself against him even though you’re such an innocent little girl. Not really knowing what you're asking him for — for a fat cock that will ruin her tiny pussy for everyone else — just the thought makes Ari come almost immediately.

“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good? Are you daddy’s little slut?” He asks, and you nod, slightly confused about him making you feel good and calling you a slut.

You don’t even know what the word means, but when he uses it, it’s probably nothing bad, right? So you just nod, and Ari smirks, still thrusting his dick through your folds and hitting your clit. Your moans grow louder, your back arches, and your legs are shaking when the feeling in your pussy appears once again.

“D—Daddy, so tingling down there.”

“‘S oke, come for me; make a mess,” he says, smirking when you throw your head back.

Your walls are clenching, and your whines are needier when you come a second time. Ari still moves his dick in between your folds, pressing his tip against your clit, causing you to inhale deeply and push your hips up to get more of his cock.

“Such a slut, trying to get my cock, huh?”

Your legs are shaking, and your chest raises and falls while you slowly clam down from your orgasm. Ari didn’t come yet, and you wonder why he didn’t; maybe he doesn’t feel as tingly as you do?

“Daddy?”

“Mhm?”

“Don’t you feel tingly?” You ask, pouting slightly.

“I do. But my cock needs to be warm and wet, babygirl,” he explains with a grin.

Ari’s hand is still holding his cock in between your folds, slapping it a few times on your pussy before he moves himself further down to your tight entrance. Even when it’s an odd feeling, it gives you at the same time pleasure when his dick touches your entrance. Ari tries to push the tip of his cock into your pussy, but it doesn’t really work, and he immediately slips out of there.

“Aww, babygirl. Don’t you wanna have Daddy inside of you?” He asks, amused.

“I want, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.

“Shh— it’s fine. I will make it fit, baby,” he coos, caressing your cheek.

Ari tries again, pushing his cock slowly into your tight entrance. You grip his muscular arms, digging your nails into his skin while he stretches your entrance with his dick. You squirm, trying to escape the slight pain he causes in your pussy. Ari’s just pushing a tiny bit into you before he pauses, your walls already clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

“Do you know that you make me go crazy with that little outfit? Or with all your outfits, showing almost your ass,” Ari says and smirks when you blush about his comments.

“I— It’s so big, Daddy,” you mumble, digging your fingers even more into his arm.

Ari smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his, soft and warm. When he leans closer, his dick slides deeper into your tight hole. You bite into his lip, causing him to chuckle. When he leans back, your eyes are almost closed. You moan, arching your back, and he pushes his tip completely into you. Ari groans about the sudden tightness around his cock; you’re squeezing him, and Ari just wants to push deeper into you, getting more of your warm, tight pussy.

“Breathe deeply, oke?”

You do, inhaling deeply, but it gets interrupted when you suddenly scream in pain. Tears are building in the corner of your eyes, and they roll down your cheeks. Your eyes are red, watering even more when Ari doesn’t stop from pushing inside of you.

“Pl— Please, stop. M—My belly,” you whine, trying to get away from him while you’re still holding his arms.

“Sh— It’s oke, it feels better when I’m inside of you,” Ari mumbles, smirking when you nod.

He didn’t know that your tears would make his cock twitch, but they do. You’re pretty when you cry because of his cock. When it’s because of him splitting you in half with his fat dick, turning you into his own little sex toy. He knows he shouldn’t ruin you for another man, but he just can’t hold back when you’re underneath him with that cute outfit, the bunny eyes on your head, and the tears all over your cheeks while you take his cock like a good girl. And when he is the only one who fucks you, when he is the one who loves you, then he doesn’t ruin you for others because you’re his — and only his.

Ari is just a bit deeper inside of you than he was before, with most of his cock still outside of your cunt. He wipes the tears on your cheeks away, kissing the tip of your nose, and continues to push into you. He is stretching you open in a way you never thought it could be possible to stretch something. Ari is huge; you feel the vein of his cock inside of you, and even though it burns, it kinda feels great.

“Doing so well for Daddy. Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod; the pain gets worse once he pushes himself faster into you. He just can’t and doesn’t want to wait to be completely in the warm wetness of your pussy. Ari needs you to be inside your pussy, to clench around his cock, and to see more of those pretty tears of yours while he fucks you senseless. He wants to hear you screaming when you come all over his dick, making a mess and squeezing him even tighter.

“D—daddy,” you squeal when he grips your waist harshly to guide his dick better into you.

Ari laughs, pulling you closer against him and shoving his cock deeper. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut while he rams his dick in your pussy. He is rough this time, not giving you time to adjust to his length. Ari needs all of his control to not come immediately; you fit so perfectly around him, sucking him in, and the warmth that surrounds his cock makes him go crazy. He digs his fingers into your soft skin, bringing his cock completely into your tight hole. You squirm, clenching hard around him, while he splits you open. You pussy burns, and you feel like your tight cunt just can’t get used to his fat cock.

“I’m sorry, babygirl. I just couldn’t hold back any longer. Shhhh— breathe; you’re doing so well. Taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl. You’re so pretty when you cry on my cock; you’re so pretty, baby,” he coos, leaning closer to kiss the tears away.

Even when you’re still crying, he kisses them away, making sure you’re feeling better with his dick inside of you. He knows he should pull out, give you time to adjust slowly, and work you open with his fingers, but he was holding back for so long, and he just wants to feel the warmth around his cock. The clenching feeling of you and the tears that cover your cheeks because he is just too fat for your baby cunt to take him.

“Daddy, I— I can feel you so deep in my belly,” you whimper.

“Yes. See that?” Ari asks, pulling your shirt up and revealing your soft belly with the bugle of his dick. “That’s my cock.”

You whimper, sliding your head down to where his cock is visible. You slide your fingers over it and make him smile even wider. He adores the way you’re looking so innocent and now with his cock inside of you, seeing him poking in your belly and touching the bulge he is causing with his cock. Ari slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss about the sudden feeling. You whimper when you feel every inch of his cock moving inside of you.

“Nuuu—Daddy, please stay there.”

"Aww, do you need my cock inside of you? Pretty little slut for me,” he says, smirking when you nod eagerly.

He pushes back inside of you, and you immediately sigh in relief. His dick stretches you painfully, but when he pulls out, you feel so empty, and when he just stays like that, the pain slowly fades away. Ari just pushes slightly forward and backward, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“Don’t! Daddy!”

“Oh— baby, not like that; be nice,” he says, bringing his hand to your pussy and slapping softly on it.

You gasp, your eyes watering, and Ari does it again, causing more tears in your eyes. He then presses his thumb against your clit, circling it softly. You wiggle underneath him, and his dick slides deeper into you until he is balls deep inside your pussy. You squeeze him even more, and when he rubs circles on your clit, the feeling you had earlier appears once again in your stomach.

“Daddy— tingling.”

“It’s oke, come for daddy; come all around his fat cock, little slut.”

And you do, your walls clenching violently around his dick. You’re moaning loudly, throwing your head back and pushing your hips more against him, and his fingers continue to circle your clit. Ari starts thrusting into you slowly and only a bit, but you feel every tiny movement of his cock and every vein along his shaft. His eyes are piercing in yours while he fucks you through your high.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good, pretty girl.”

Ari throws his head back when you look through your lashes at him. Your eyes are still filled with tears, but the desire in his eyes makes him thrust into you. You’re sucking him in every time he pulls out of you. When another sharp pain suddenly appears in your skin, you look at the place where the two of you are connected. He slaps your pussy slightly, but enough to cause a sharp pain in your overstimulated pussy. Ari moves his hips at a steady but faster pace against yours. His balls are slapping against your ass whenever he thrusts forward. Your arousal is covering his dick; the sound when he pushes back into you makes him feral, and his thrusts are harder. The juice that is dripping out of you lands in his balls. They are heavy, and it gets even worse when he thinks about the way he is pushing his seeds into you.

“Feels so good—“

“Yeah? Are you daddy’s little slut?”

You nod, pushing yourself against him when he tries to pull out of you. Ari chuckles, slapping on your pussy once again, causing you to squeal and look at him with widening eyes.

“D— Faster, please.”

Ari groans, but obeys. He is thrusting his dick faster into your tight cunt, making you cry on his cock even more. Your pussy slightly hurts, but the feeling of his cock inside of you feels just too good.

“You’re such a little desperate slut, so cock drunk, aren’t you, baby? Asking your dad’s best friend to fuck you like a little fuck toy.”

You whimper, and Ari smirks, fucking harder into you, getting more of those sweet moans from you. Ari feels his dick twitch, your walls clenching and making it almost impossible for him to move inside of you. He circles your clit with his thumb once again, making your eyes shut up, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

“D— Please, I need to come,” you shout, your hands gripping his arm.

Your nails dig into his skin, and you’re feeling his grip on your waist tighten while he fucks you closer to your orgasm. Ari isn’t far behind you; you feel just so perfect around his dick.

“It’s so sensitive, daddy,” you whimper.

He grins, pushing his thumb further down on your clit. Making you gasp and making eye contact with him.

“My pretty little slut. See, I’ve ruined you for every other man. You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine, and you can come.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Daddy.”

He speeds his thrusts up, pushing harder into you. Ari loves to hear the soft whimpers and moans slipping over your lips while he fucks you like his little slut — the little slut you are for him. His dick is pulsing, and he is moaning low when you clench more than before. Your legs are shaking, your bodies are covered in sweat, and his breath is just as heavy as yours. You’re just about to come, and Ari knows. He rubs his fingers over your clit, your eyes widen, and you come. Squirting all over his dick and making a mess. Ari laughs, looking at your juices all over his dick and lower belly. He just comes a moment after you, pushing his cum deep into your tight hole and painting your walls with it.

“So— so sensitive, Daddy,” you mumble, letting your head fall down on the surface of the kitchen counter.

Ari pushes his dick slower into you, riding both of your orgasms out while you try to catch your breath. His hand slides from your clit to your sides, caressing your soft skin while his dick softens inside of you.

“You’re doing so well. Squirting all over me. You’re all mine,” he says, leaning closer to kiss your lips. “But that’s our little secret, baby. I love you, my pretty girl.”

“I— I love you too, daddy.”

Ari smiles; he helps you sit up and slips his cock out of you. You whimper about the emptiness inside your pussy. He then looks at your pulsing pussy, admiring the way your cum is dripping out of your cunt. He pulls you closer and grasps your tights to pick you up. He carries you upstairs to the bathroom, placing you on the toilet.

“You need to pee,” he says, turning around and walking out of the room.

He closes the door behind him and lets you pee. After you finish, you open the door quietly and look at the broad man who is standing with some new clothes for you in front of the door.

“Take a seat, and I will clean you, oke?”

You nod, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and look at Ari, who gets on his knees in front of you. He has a wet washcloth in his hand and spreads your legs, cleaning your thighs. Ari moves his hand higher to your pussy, cleaning your folds and wiping your mixed juices from your pussy. You whimper, your cunt still sensitive from his dick inside of you.

“Daddy’s so empty down there.”

“It’s oke. Let’s just dress you, and then Daddy needs to clean himself. But I will put my dick into your baby cunt next time your daddy isn’t home,” he says, kissing the pout away from your lips.

After cleaning the two of you, you changed your outfit, still wearing similar clothes and the cute bunny ears on top of your head. Ari was grabbing your ass when you walked past him out of the bathroom, smirking when you squirmed in surprise.

Now you’re sitting on the kitchen counter while Ari stands between your legs, kissing your lips softly. His hands are on your waist, and his finger is digging into your soft skin.

“All mine, my little girl, my pretty girl,” he says, smirking when you blush softly. “Now let’s get the barbecue ready; otherwise, Steve is going to ask what we did the whole time.”

You giggle, grasping his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him again. Ari chuckles, then he pulls away and gets the barbecue ready.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty girl,” Ari tells you.

When he walks through the kitchen and reaches you, he kisses you softly while his hand trails along your thigh.

“I’m home!” Steve shouts and walks toward the two of you.

You smile at him, your cheeks red, and Ari smirks widely, but Steve doesn’t say anything. It’s pretty warm in there, so he doesn’t even recognize what’s happened between you and Ari. You had sex together, and he took your virginity and claimed you and your pussy as his. And even better, Ari loves you; he really fell for you.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your ear while he walks outside with your dad.

“I love you too, Ari,” you say, jumping off the counter.

Ari’s grin gets wider when his name slips past your lips. He is a lucky man to have such a pretty girl like you by his side.

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[kamii-2]

NEED A KK SMUT

maybe angst to smut 😳😳

love angst more then life sorry😩😩

ICE TOOOO

I LOVE UR WORK NEED EVERY THING TBH

HI ANON, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE !!! also sorry if it’s not how you wanted it and i will make a ice smut for you eventually 🫡 AND THANK YOUUUUU 💋💋

warning(s): cussing, smut, fingering, making out, eating out, all the outs (jk), strap (first time writing smut with a strap), edging, etc.

genre: jealousy (idk what to call it) & smut

pairing(s): jealous!kk arnold x fem!reader

not proofread 💦

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kk dragged you out of your bed to come to the party just for her to leave you on the couch in the corner of the room by yourself, people would come over every so often and say hi but that was it.

you were bored so you decided next person to come over that wasn’t kk’s friend you would flirt with them or something to make her jealous. luckily the next person to walk up was your friend, she sat down next to you and started to talk about some funny stuff that just happened. you felt kk staring at you so you cut your friend off to say “im trying to make kk jealous fake flirt with me please.” you whisper in her ear. she nods then puts her hand on your thigh and starts playing with your hair continuing to talk to you.

kk was getting more and more jealous the longer she watched it happen. your friend had started to caress your arms and get really close to your neck and whisper things, kk was thinking the worst but in reality your friend was just talking about how mad kk is gonna be. kk’s last straw was when your friend put her hand on your chest, close to your neck and whispered in your ear, you giggled and put you hand on her thigh. when kk seen this she left her friends without saying anything and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you away. you look back and your friend and mouthed ‘thank you’ and winked.

“i don’t know who you think you are doing all of that but you need to stop” she warned as she dragged you past her friends and to her car. “what did i do?” you acted confused and tried to hold back a smirk, she glanced over at you and tightened her grip on your hand, “you know what you did bro, stop playing.”

the way she was talking to you and holding your hand made you wet, you knew that she was gonna fuck the life out of you when you got home. when you reached the car she opened the door for you and closed it when you got in. she got in and started the car. you were admiring her as she started to drive, her dreads were in a half up half down type style, her eyebrows were furrowed, he hands were gripping the steering wheel, she looked so hot. her right hand left the steering wheel and moved to your thigh, moving up and down.

her hand was getting closer and closer to your wet pussy, the closer she got the wetter you got. her hand was now under your black skintight dress, she pushed it farther up your thighs and tapped your thigh for consent, even though she’s mad and wanted to fuck you till you were brain dead she still asked just in case you decided you didn’t wanna fuck anymore, you put your hand on hers signaling a yes. she moved your panties to the side and dipped her fingers in you, you threw your head back and moaned. you scooted forward on your seat so she could have better access. she pushed her fingers in and out fast, driving with her other hand. “holy fuck.” you moaned as you were about to finish already. just as you were about to release she removed her fingers, wiping them on your dress and continuing to drive as if nothing happened.

“why’d you do that?” you asked her as you turned your head to face her, “because i can.” she said as you guys pulled into your apartment parking lot. you got out of the car before she could go over and open the door. you grabbed your keys and phone from the cup holder and walked into the apartment building and straight to the elevator with kk following right behind you. you pressed your floor and waited for the elevator doors to close before kk pushed you against the wall and kissed you, one hand on your throat, the other grabbing your boob, she tried to shove her tongue in your mouth but you didn’t let her because the door was about to open. you pulled away and gave her one last kiss before you guys headed to your apartment, as you were unlocking the door kk was caressing your hips and ass, giving it a slap or squeeze.

when you opened the door kk took her shoes off before dragging you to your bedroom, you had one heel on and the other was off on the floor but kk didn’t care.

she pulled you in and pinned you by your hips against the door, she kissed you again and successfully shoved her tongue in your mouth this time. she lifted up your dress again and took off your panties, she dropped to her knees and put her hands under your things and lifted you up against the door and started to eat you out like you were her last meal. you were moaning so loudly and so much that you knew your voice was gonna be gone tomorrow.

she sucked on your clit harshly and kissed it. your legs had started to shake and she put one of your legs on her shoulder and held the other, using her free hand to finger fuck you. this sent you over the edge and cummed all over her fingers, she pulled them out and sucked them clean before she got up from under you and dragged you to the bed, you sat down trying to catch your breath. she grabbed the strap from on your closet floor and took off her shirt and pants, leaving her boxers and sports bra on. she slipped the strap on and walked over to you.

she pushed you back gently and grabbed your hips and lined herself up with your entrance. she purposely pushed in slowly and the further she pushed, the louder you got. “kk, oh, please go faster. i’ll do anything please.” you begged. she listened and went as fast as she could with no warning. you were a moaning mess, the wetness from earlier was spilling out of you onto the strap the more she thrusted. you were so close to cumming after such a short amount of time. “oh, fuck kk, i’m about to cum.” you said.

she somehow manages to go faster than she already was, “hold it.” she demanded. “i can’t.” you cried out, with tears on your face. she rubbed your clit and it sent you over the edge, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

the overwhelming amount of pleasure made you squirt all on kk’s stomach. she was smiling as she helped you ride out your high. “well, just found out i can turn you into a water fountain off of a fake dick and my hand.” she taunted you as she pulled out. “shut up.” you said with a smirk as you sat up.

kk cleaned herself and you up and you guys went and cuddled and watched movies. kk was staring at you, “what?” you asked her. “you look so gorgeous.” she said while glancing down at your lips. you smiled, “thank you, you too.” you gave her a kiss on the lips then gave her multiple all over her face.

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hey guysssssi hope you enjoyed!! anyway i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[sthavoc]

Hi bestie!! Can I please request this It’s Enzo’s birthday party at a club and you’re friends but not like besties and of course you have a huge crush so during the party he tries to spend a lot of time with you and you’re like is this real? but a lot of friends and girls are congratulating him so he steps away.

So when he comes back to you he says “I know what I want as my present” and you’re nervous like ok ? and he goes “I want a kiss” so you smirk playfully and say “oh sure close your eyes” and you kiss his forehead and he looks at you like stop messing with me and you go “oh is this not what your looking for ? Maybe you want this ?” And you kiss idk his cheek and you get closer and closer to his mouth until he says “don’t tease me you’re gonna regret it “ and you’re like “prove it “

And bam. Sparks fly. 🎆🎇

My inspiration was this video honestly he looks so good ! Thank youuuuu

https://x.com/enzovarchive/status/1767580921610268732?s=46&t=RPVpXPGkWnVvjZR8AmB-Qw

🎉꡴ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: for enzo’s birthday there is only one thing he asks and wishes for, a kiss from you.

·˚ ༘ warnings: teasing.

·˚ ༘ note: guys I’m so lateeee but I still can’t believe enzo turned 31. he looks so good in that videooo. where I live it’s still enzo’s birthday so I decided to still post something. I’m so sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, I didn’t have time to proofread.

Today was Enzo’s birthday. You couldn’t help but feel the excitement pump through your veins as you stood in front of the man, your heart fluttering with joy as well. The devoted attention only made your heart go faster and the thoughts that were rambling all over your brain couldn’t be controlled.

You couldn’t believe that Enzo instead of spending his birthday dancing and hanging out with the rest of his friend group was spending it with you, out of all people. It was surprising because the both of you were not that close as much as the rest of the cast, and even if you weren’t you still couldn’t help but gain the feelings you accumulated.

“espérame tantito chiquita, ya regreso.” Enzo walked away quickly to be able to greet the people who were arriving at the club for his birthday.

He had been going back and forth in greeting, but he would always come back to you. Tons of girls were trying to flirt with him and being touchy but he would find a way to shut them out and come back to you.

You waited stirring your drink patiently with your hand resting above your chin. “No me imagine que fuera a venir demasiada gente.” His voice crashes your thoughts but immediately makes a smile appear on your lips.

“Pues te lo mereces.” The soft smile continues on your lips as you watch him, he as well smiling at you. “¿Te la estás pasando bien?”

“De masiado.” He drinks. “Pero te aseguro que to tan bien como ellos.” He points to the guys.

They were all gathered in a huge circle causing a riot. Their screams of enjoyment filled the area and the voices of singing did as well. They were for sure drunk.

“Hmm. ¿Y que te dieron?” You make a motion with your chin towards the birthday bag that he had placed over the bar table.

“Un perfume, o algo así.” He shrugged squinting his eye for a split second. His next sentence followed after a sip of his drink, something that made you think. “¿Te acordas que me preguntaste algunas veces que quería para mi cumpleaños?”

“¿Ah huh?” You nod not thinking so much about it.

His eyes stared into nothing else but your eyes. “ Ya se lo que quiero”

His look made you a tad nervous, swallowing you replied. “¿Y que es?” but his answer was the cherry on top for your nervousness.

“Un beso tuyo.” He smirked as he noticed your reaction, but you thought, two can play that game. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol.

“¿Un beso?” Your lips reflected his smirk as you stared at him. Was he getting closer? or was it the tension that was growing?

“Sí.” He passes his tongue through his lips wetting them.

You had thought about wanting to kiss Enzo, there was no denying it. But for it to ever happen was never in your thoughts, for you guys never spoke on the daily or for hours.

The bit of alcohol you had in you was giving you the confidence you needed.

“Dale.” You nod followed by a smirk, but thought of something. “Cierra los ojos.”

He did as follows, and obviously what he didn’t see coming was that you got closer to his forehead instead of his lips. This action made his eyes instantly open and made you giggle.

Enzo let out a small sigh as he smiled again, his eyes talked more than his mouth. A look that told you he didn’t want to be messed around with anymore.

“¿Oh eso no es lo que quieres? Quizás, ¿es esto?” You let out with a hint of tease in your voice.

Your lips met his cheek but they slowly began to move towards his lips, staying close to his but not moving.

“Ya no juegues chiquita, lo vas a lamentar.” He whispered with his hot breath hitting you making you swallow.

He was challenging, and that’s what you liked about Enzo. He would prove what he was capable of doing.

“Pruébalo.” You say.

And you didn’t need to tell the man twice. His hand went towards the back of your neck pulling you towards him to cut the space that was left between the both of you. Kissing Enzo felt like a craving you were finally able to eat, a problem you were finally able to solve, and the satisfaction that came after that felt amazing.

He would constantly bite your lip but you didn’t stay behind, as so would you.

But the two of you remembered where the both of you were so you cut the kiss. Your lips couldn’t help to form a soft dumb smile, the plumpness of them was noticeable to Enzo as he passed his finger through your bottom lip, this made him bring you back for another kiss that caught you by surprise.

“Otro regalito que quería.” He whispers making the two of you chuckle.

“Feliz cumpleaños Enzo.” You looked him in the eyes as both of your hands rested on his shoulders.

To Enzo, this was the best gift he had received through the whole night because it came from you and it was you.

[eletricheart]

hiiii! I have a request for donna beneviento. I was hoping for her lover, the reader, to show up to donna's house like normal, but they are sick with the flu. When donna asks why reader came, reader says that they dont care if they're sick or not, they just want to see donna <3 cue donna being a flustered mess, but then panicking internally when reader lets out a particularly harsh cough. Just some fluffy caretaking if you wouldnt mind, thank youuuuu :) (maybe if you're feeling like writing a longer fic, you could make reader have a fever-induced nightmare, and donna is the only thing that can calm reader))

Fever

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 882

ps: ty for the request hope u like it🫶

ps2: not proofread

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Winter was finally over but the sudden change of temperature was enough to get you sick for a week. Usually you'd stay at home resting however every week you would have a home date with Donna.

Hence why you were walking towards her front porch looking like an Arctic scavenger. The dollmaker was surprised to see your attire but didn't pay much mind until she went to greet you.

You were shaking a little but still removed the mask to smile at her. "Sorry I'm late, my stomach wasn't kind this morning."

Donna nodded and ushered you in, getting concerned with how red your face was. "Are you okay?"

You nodded enthusiastically, supporting yourself with the now closed door due to the rapid movement. "Yeah! Just got a bit of a flu, nothing to worry about."

The dollmaker tensed for a moment, silently commanding her dolls to prepare some tea and bring blankets to the living room. "You should've stayed at home, it's dangerous to walk around sick! What were you thinking?" She questioned, leading you to the room.

You sighed. "I haven't seen you this week. I would rather face a thousand winters then stay away from you for so long. Please forgive me." You said, pouting.

Donna was thankful for wearing her veil, so you couldn't see how flustered she became with just one sentence. "Th-That's nonsense, you don't need to ask for forgiveness. But…next time, just call me."

You laughed. "I will."

After successfully trapping you in a world of blankets, Donna lit the fireplace and sat beside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to answer but a sudden cough took place so you just nodded while trying to breathe.

You were still okay, you got used to the coughing after the second sick day. However, for Donna you were on death's door. The dollmaker could feel her heart racing, her hands trembling and her eye feeling with tears.

She practically ran off the room leaving your confused self drowning in blankets.

Donna returned with more pillows, some plants from her garden that were for good health, tea, water, a bowl with water and some towels. She even called Mother Miranda, who assured her that in five minutes a crow would leave some medicine at the door.

You were watching her set up a small hospital on the center table with a gentle smile. "Donna, it's okay, I'm not dying, I promise."

The dollmaker shook her head. "You're sick, I need to take your temperature."

You nodded weakly, feeling the hands of Morpheus trying to carry you into the dream world.

Donna was slightly shaking but still managed to check your temperature and breathing. "You have a bit of a fever, I believe Mother will bring some medicine. You should drink some water."

You nodded and drank half a glass of water, settling back down on the couch, in a lying position. "Where's Angie? I thought she'd be trying to steal the blankets from me by now."

Donna chuckled. "I had to lock her in my room. When she heard you were sick she stole a syringe and claimed she'd turn you into her bioweapon."

You laughed, still coughing at the end, but less intensely. However you noticed the dollmaker stiff posture. "I just need to sleep for a second, then it'll be good again."

Donna nodded, kissed your forehead and stood up, getting ready to cool the bowl of water. But she was stopped by you holding her arm before she moved too far. "Please don't leave me, I don't like to be alone."

Donna smiled and removed her veil to lay down more comfortably beside you.

The Lady had only moved away for a few minutes in order to receive Mother Miranda's package, suddenly she heard a scream and rushed back to you.

You were still sitting on the couch, but your face was marked with tears and your entire body felt like it was burning alive. You vision was still blurry from sleep and even though you tried to breathe it felt as if no air was going inside.

Donna approached you gently, trying to not make things worse but the second you saw her you jumped towards the woman and hugged her tight. She guided you back to the couch, not once breaking the embrace.

You curled on her and kept attempting on calming down. She was drawing soothing patterns on your back, humming lowly and controlling her breathing so you could immitate.

It took at least fifteen minutes for you to calm down, holding her as if she was your only connecting with reality.

Donna waited until your breathing had evened to speak. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, gently.

You took a deep breath before nodding. "I had a nightmare…I-I don't exactly remember what happened, just the feeling. Then I woke up and you weren't here anymore. I guess I panicked." You closed your eyes tightly and snuggled yourself even more against Donna.

The dollmaker allowed you to lay on her, pulling some of the blankets that fell and covering you. "I'm sorry, I won't leave again."

You nodded. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Your body relaxed and soon enough you fell asleep, knowing that Donna was there to protect you against anything.

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masterlist

[throneofsapphics]

it is a crime that there are so little dorian fics out here 💔💔💔

i have a request if you would like to write it!

Dorian and reader are married and dorian has a breeding kink!!! i would love some smut like that with him ANDDD his insistence to get reader pregnant with his heir 🤭🤭 (also if you could include his reaction to reader being pregnant and fluffy scenes with dorian and reader as her belly is growing?) thank youuuuu❤️

the right reasons

Summary: Dorian’s determined to become a father 

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, fluff, not proofread, minors dni!!

A/N: it is a crime! okay this is new territory for me but I did my best, thank you for the request!! 

Dorian started mentioning an heir around a year into your marriage. At first, you weren’t certain if he was joking or not. Of course, you knew there needed to be an heir to the throne, but you didn’t think that was exactly the right reason to have children. 

“Do you want to be a father, or secure Adarlan’s future?” You finally asked the question that had been on your mind. You were wringing your hands with anxiety, and his eyes softened. 

“Can it not be both at the same time?” 

You paused for a moment, tilting your head, and decided he was being genuine. The smile that crossed your face seemed to be answer enough for him, because he carted you off to the bedroom immediately. 

-

He kissed you with a rare gentleness, your lips moving together softly, slowly, and you could feel every inch of his love and desire flooding through you. Like two souls coming together to make another. 

“Please,” you murmured, clutching his shoulders as he ground against you, his cock sliding over your folds, already slick with arousal. He pressed a soft kiss under your ear, 

“Please, what?” 

“You know,” you murmured, tilting up to catch his lips again and felt his soft laugh against your lips. 

“Tell me.” 

“Fill me,” you finally demanded, breathless. His eyes gleamed, and he thrust into you without another word, tilting your hips, hitting a spot deeper than you’d every felt, and coaxed whimpers and moans from your lips. 

“Fuck,” you cursed, slightly embarrased you were already close close to finishing, especially with his thumb circling over your clit. 

“Let go for me princess,” his forehead leaned against yours, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, urging him closer, your nails digging into his shoulders. His lips caught your moans and whimpers as your walls clenched around him, and he followed you quickly, panting as he filled out. He rested for a few moments, before snatching a pillow, propping it under your hips. 

“What are you doing?” You squealed, wiggling, but he held you in place, pushing some of his cum back inside you. 

“Making sure you stay full, get used to it love.” He smirked, and you groaned but a smile crossed your face. 

-

Dorian, as always, had done his research. You thought you’d be exhausted having sex 2-3 times a day, but if anything it invigorated you, and his desire slowly merged with yours, creating a common goal. He figured out exactly when you would be ovulating, and took full advantage of it. 

-

“Why do I have to sit with my legs up?” You grumbled as he stroked your hair, pushing it away from your face. You were in an awkward position, legs propped up against the headboard, trying to keep as much of his cum inside of you as you could. 

-

One morning, you felt his morning wood pressing against your back, and ground yourself against it - ever so slightly. It turned into a routine, sleepy morning sex - your back against his chest, slow, sensual, and erotic at the same time. 

-

When it finally happened, he made certain you had weekly, weekly check ups with healers. It drove you slightly insane, but for his peace of mind you could handle it. Thankfully, the healers started kicking him out of appointments, and would joke with you about his mother henning. 

-

The first few months hit you hard, the nausea getting to you every morning, but he was always there to hold your hair, give you a glass of water, and anti-nausea medicine if he could convince you to take it. Every morning, he’d press a kiss to your lips, reluctant to leave you but still having to fulfill his duties to his kingdom, and press another kiss to your belly. 

You napped on the large couch in the sitting room, dozing on and off. You’d been up all night, the babe finally starting to wiggle inside of you. You woke to him running strokes over your belly, pausing every time he felt the babe kick. The look of pure joy on his face assured you this was for the right reasons, and that he would make an incredible father. 

[bbrissonn]

can I get a request where kylian is always being dramatic or protective whenever the reader is out partying with friends without him cause he have away games. He always say “where are you” or “who are you with” and cannot control himself from worrying and sometimes think the reader is with a guy if she doesn’t pick up his call immediately.. ����🥺

under the cut !

also, im sorry i haven't written in a long time, i've just been very busy with work and school :))

also i didn't do the full request, just mainly the part of kylian always wanting to know where the ready is. hope you enjoy !

warnings: not proofread

your eyes rolled the back of your head as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket once again. this was probably the fifth time in the last minute it had done so, meaning Kylian finished watching his movie at home.

ky💕 : chérie where are youuuuu

ky💕 : the beds cold without you :(

ky💕 : you should leave your friends right now and come cuddle with me

ky💕 : pretty please

ky💕 : bébéééééé répond moi :((( [answer me]

instead of answering any of his messages, you decided on just calling him instead, hoping it'd be a better way of having him leave you alone.

"mon amour! thank god you called me! do you need me to come pick you up?" kylian asked as soon as he answered the phone, making you roll your eyes once again. you had barely been gone for two hours and he was already freaking out.

"kyky, love, you can't drive, and even if you could drive, i'm not leaving until tomorrow mor--"

"what!" he exclaimed loudly, making you quickly pull your phone away from your ear. you sent a look to your friends before stepping outside of your friend's house.

"kylian, i told you i'd be spending the night here like 2 weeks ago. and i reminded you before i left."

"i thought you were just joking with me." he said in a sad tone, making your heart ache a little. the two of you didn't get to spend much time together because of your busy schedules, but you had planned this night with your girls almost a full month ago, long before you knew if kylian was going to have a day off or not.

"i'm sorry, ky. but i promised the girls i'd be here." you whispered softly into the phone, your eyes looking at the city in front of you.

"it's okay, chérie. have fun, je t'aime."

"je t'aime."

~

a groan slipped past your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the sound of your phone buzzing under the pillow waking you up. another groan was heard once you realized it was kylian texting you again.

ky💕: y/nnnnn

ky💕: i cant sleep chérie

ky💕: why did you have to leave me :(

ky💕: i feel so small in this giant bed

you rolled your eyes as another groan left your mouths before your fingers flew over your keyboard, quickly sending him a message before turning off your phone and putting in silent mode.

my y/n/n🤍 : kylian for the love of god, go to sleep it's 3 am !!

to no one's surprised you were met with almost 50 texts and missed calls from your boyfriend the next morning, something your friends were quick to tease you about.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Punchline pt. 2/3 - Buggy / Reader

Ch. 2: Build

Summary: While you are on the run, Buggy reminisces about your unusual relationship.

Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Cussing, Alcohol, Mentions of Violence and Death, Reader is still kinda annoying here sorry

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

A/N: Went a lil' overboard (hehe) with that one. I am sleep deprived but on a mission for you guys. As always not proofread.

[ Two years prior]

"Take everything that's not nailed down!" Buggy ordered his men around as he stepped over the corpses of the enemy crew, "And don't you dare keep something for yourself!"

Oh, Buggy was mad, and not just in the literal sense.

He has eyes and ears everywhere after all, and got notice of a particular rumor going around.

Some no-name pirates had come up with the brilliant idea to kidnap Y/N Y/L/N, the daughter of some nobleman, hoping to squeeze him out of a good portion of his wealth for her return. The clown was almost jealous that he didn't come up with the idea himself...

...but that's even better, right? Now that they've done the dirty work, Buggy only needed to take her from them and collect the money.

"Who do we have here? Another freak for our show?" he scoffed, accompanied by his crew's conditioned laughter.

"P-Please" the other captain begged so soon it was almost boring to torture him now. Buggy laughed menacingly, janking the man by his hair with ease.

"The girl" he demanded, the blades in between his fingers only barely scratching the neck of his enemy. "Tell me where she is and I might even let you live."

Too afraid to utter a single syllable, the man pointed to the trap door that led to a part of the ship's basement.

"Thank youuuuu" the clown chanted way too enthusiatically as he dropped his victim, face thumping on the wooden planks with a loud bang.

Everything was a success up until now - Buggy's crew obliterated those pathetic wannabe-pirates, stole everything of worth and captured those who could be of use to him. And only to think about the ransom money he could get out of that rich asshole made Buggy feel like throwing a dissolute party tonight.

"I'm feeling generous today" he stated as he confidently strode towards his biggest treasure yet, "Everyone who'd rather work for me than die is free to join my crew."

The clown basically kicked in the trap door leading to a small chabin of the lower deck...

...what he found there however made his cheerful spirit disappear into thin air.

"What the heck" he blurted out as he jumped down to get a more proper look, seeing you cower in a corner of your prison.

It was a sight that made even the ruthless Buggy's insides churn.

A fragile yet stunning woman indeed - but those lowlifes had beaten you to a pulp. You were in an almost catatonic state, only reacting when Buggy came closer.

"P-Please, no-no more!" Blood was splattering out of your mouth while you whimpered and begged, flinching when the pirate reached out for you...

...but the hit never came. Instead, his hand carefully ghosted across your cheek, putting some strands of your hair out of the was as he assessed your face.

"Hey, doc!" he then roared, the sudden noise making you wince once again. "Move your ass here!"

Glossy eyes blinked up to the bizarre person towering over you, not daring to raise your hopes after the torment of the past few days.

Before you could even react, the man swiftly picked you up, a wide grin stretched across his face as he winked at you. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Your intuition told you that you were safe now, so exhaustion soon got the better of you. Buggy watcher mutely as you collapsed right in his hold, his smug smile disappearing.

It was awfully quiet on board when the clown ascended the stairs with you in his arms. He wordlessly let you down on a stretcher, two of his men carrying you onto his ship so he could attend more urgent affairs again.

"So..." Buggy turned around, now again wielding his knives in both hands, "I'm thrilled to hear why you morons would beat the girl so that not even her own father would recognize her! Better choose your words wisely."

"B-But you said you'd have mercy!"

"I also said I'd die my hair pink but here we are" the clown shrugged, unimpressed by the other captain uttering countless excuses.

Still, all of a sudden Buggy just turned his back to the man and was on his heels, leaving his rival - if one could even call him that - appaled as well as speechless.

"Well then, farewell. Let's go guys!"

Even after a few minuted had passed and the Bog Top had set sail again, everyone was too stunned to believe what just happened.

"Boss?" Mohji was the only one daring to ask straight away, "Why did you decide to let them go?"

"Who said I did?"

And at that very moment, the enemy ship on the horizon blew up through several Buggy Bombs, his cheeky grin returning way more sinister this time.

"Now to business..." he giggled as he passed the celebrating crew, quite satisfied with himself.

Without even having the decency of knocking he stormed into the room you were brought to, seeing you sit on a cot bed with your knees pulled to your chest.

"Y/N was it, right? Already looking way less shitty than before!" he commented only to be rewarded with a gloomy look.

"Who are you?" your voice cracked several times mid sentence, and you were surprised by his consideration when the man in front of you offered a glass of water to treat your sore throat. Not caring whether it could be poisoned - hell, right now you'd drink piss for all you cared - you emptied it all in one go.

"Oh, you don't know me?" The pirate did a boastful pose as one of his feet stepped onto a barrel, chest swelling with pride as he introduced himself. "The name's Buggy. Buggy the Clown! The Flashy Funster, the-"

"Well, for your information: I'm also the future King of Pirates." You chose to not further comment on that statement. "So, young lady, now it's your turn to tell me why they messed up your face like that."

"Yeah, I can see that" you interrupted him in a matter-of-factly tone, visibly unimpressed.

Heh, he liked your guts already.

"You're one to talk" you spat venom at him, not feeling like complying - but commenting on his appearance crossed a line for the clown.

He slammed his hands to the wall right next to either side of your face, harshly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up. "A bold gal for someone that just needed to get her ass saved from the brink of death just a few hours ago, ain't ya?"

"Alright, you want the truth?" you snapped back at the criminal, still refusing to meet his eyes. "My father no better than them! He's an abusive piece of shit that's probably glad his troublesome burden of a daughter is finally not his problem anymore. So there's not one berry to gain from me, which is why that other captain let off some steam on my face. Got it? You happy now?"

"...you're lying. Don't you dare fucking with me-"

Just as he pointed a threatening finger in your direction, you slapped his hand away and pulled a crumbled letter out of your torn sleeve. There it was, black on white, an official seal decorating the bottom right corner of the paper - very formally written, but your father basically told them you're not important enough to pay for.

For a whole while, nothing but silence accentuated Buggy's dumbfounded expression.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! All this work for nothing? Shit! Godfuckingdamnnit!!" Tears began dwelling in your eyes once again, knowing very well this was the opposite of what he wanted to hear. Buggy was already in the middle of a violent ourburst, cussing and destroying furniture left and right.

Pirates are all the same, or so you thought.

"Do me a favour and just get it over with" you asked unnaturally calm when the clown was done letting out his frustation - after all, you had already prepared yourself for the worst back with the other pirates. "Throw me overboard, shoot me, or whatever."

"Wha- the hell are you talking about, woman?!" Buggy facepalmed, rubbing his face to become clear-headed again. "Why the fuck would I do that? I'm not a monster."

For some reason, his whole demeanour caused you to crack a smile in this surreal situation. "If that's the case, you really should consider changing your wardrobe."

How dare you aggravating him beyond belief, after just ruining what should've been his biggest win yet?

God, Buggy had a feeling you were just as insufferable as he was - no, worse...

...it kind of grew on him already, though.

"Haha, very funny." Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the pirate sighed mentally before stating "Too bad for you, but I'm the only jokester around. We're dropping you off at the next best port and that's it."

"Wait-!"

Buggy stopped in his track, his hand already on the doorknob when you called out for him.

"I-I...have nowhere to go." You nervously fumbled with your hands, quietly adding "And I certainly won't go back to my father."

So bratty before and now acting all submissive - not that he minded it. "Your point being?"

"Can-could't I just stay with you guys?"

A loud, kinda unsettling giggle filled the room as Bucky slapped his knee and simultaneously held his stomach while laughing.

"Now that was a hilarious joke! But I like your guts!" He scoffed all boastful, wiping a methaphorical tear from one eye. "Wanting to be fed through, but in what way exactly would you benefit the team?"

You hissed like a cornered cat when the clown's face was suddenly just inches from yours, taking in your appearance from head to toe. "Everyone needs to play a part in my circus, dear."

"I..." you seemingly debated something mentally before ultimatively answering "I can sing. Is that good enough?"

"Mhh? Might've to hear it to decide" Buggy answered, admittedly intrigued if you actually had a talent for music. "Well, I guess there's always something to do on a ship this big. And I have a big heart, after all."

"Hopefully as big as your nose" you retorted without thinking first, but as always your mind catched up on your mouth way too late.

You swear to have heard his head crack as he moved it from left to right, clenching his jaw before turning to you once again.

"I-I'm sorry..." It wasn't like you were scared, the opposite even - for a split second you saw actual hurt in the man's eyes and it made you sick with guilt. "You saved me, and I'm so impolite. I- it was a rough few days. I didn't mean to be mean, really!"

God, why can't you ever shut up for heaven's sake? Joking about one's obviously biggest insecurity and now...with every word you're probably only making things worse!

And if only you knew the horrible consequences other people had to face for less than this comment...

...but it seemed that somehow, Buggy had a soft spot for you already.

"Oh" he finally opened his mouth, voice cutting through the thick air. "As soon as you're healthy again I'll have you clean every toilet on this ship" he grumbled, yet failed to be as furious as he'd usually be with others.

"Deal." You cracked a smile, being rewarded with him unwillingly mirroring it. Ignoring your pain and discomfort, you tried bowing a little before adding "Oh, and again, properly this time: Thank you for saving me. I'm really grateful, Buggy."

"From now on, that's 'Captain' to you."

[Present time]

"...I almost forgot that she was a pain in the ass from the very start."

Your now-kinda-ex-lover currently did what he could best - drowning his sorrow in cheap liquor. Gosh, one would think he'd be used to that crippling feeling of inadequacy and loneliness...

...but your words still echoed through his mind, as if taunting him for letting someone peek behind his prideful mask.

He threw another empty bottle through his room, the glass shattering on impact with the wall. He rubbed his aching temples, concluding the mess would be a problem for future Buggy.

Yes, in more than one way you and him had been alike - you simply had the privilege to be born pretty.

He had thought you to be a spoiled brat in the beginning, but quickly realized that this first impression of you couldn't have been more wrong.

Ever since he saved you back then you had worked your ass off every single day, not once questioning orders from the man that had given you a new chance at life.

There was always a cheerful atmosphere on the ship and everyone had welcomned you with open arms, so you weren't afraid of those apparent 'freaks' in the slightest...

And while you couldn't deny that this man was insane in more way than one, it was hard to believe him and his crew to be the ruthless criminals they depictured themselves as.

They were simply lost souls that were treated ill just for being different, now seeked out revenge. A cycle of hatred, how sad.

But Buggy had rightfully concouded that while alone they may be weak, but together they could achieve everything.

A 'King of Freaks' they looked up to, who accepted them as they were, gave them a home and purpose - just like he did with you.

...quite the opposite even: You fit right in.

With them, you found an unusual family - yet one you always wished to have.

Talking about the past didn't come easy to you, which was another thing you and the captain had in common.

Merely when you were almost blackout drunk and Buggy had to carry you to your room you had let some details slip, hanging onto his coat maybe a little too tight since he was the only person in the world that made you feel safe.

Told stories about a mother you never got to know, passing away during childbirth. How this man you wouldn't even call a father resented you for it - more likely because you weren't born a male heir.

Back then you were insulted, beaten and humiliated on a daily basis. Treated like a slave and sometimes wouldn't see the daylight for weeks as your father prefered to hide his greatest failure.

Admittedly, you had him wrapped around the finger since the beginning - and it didn't take long until you unknowingly had his heart in a chokehold.

Deemed a failure from the very start...

...trust doesnt come easy to those who have been failed repeatedly - Buggy of all people understood first hand.

At first he found your subtle stares unnerving, mistaking it with the degrading looks he knew all too well...

...yet at one point not even his inferiority complex could stop him from noticing the way your face lit up every single time your eyes met.

While you didn't dare making a direct move on your captian you certainly did not try to hide your little crush for him either.

Moreso, you actively seeked out his company whenever possible, despite all of his efforts to scare you away...

...until he had grown fond of your presence, no - until the two of you had become practically inseparable.

To Buggy, you had one of the brightest laughs that ever graced his ears. And oh, how he loved making you smile through both words and actions. You were so blissfully naive when it cames to his jokes and little pranks, and in opposite to his crew or the usual hostage audience, your outbursts of laughter came from the heart.

It was a mutual benefit, really: Buggy managed to get your reserved self out of your shell, showing you a whole new world with endless possibilities for your former oppressed character to develop...

Even long before you became official, you'd share whole nights together, both as vulnerable as you'd never been before. You'd lull him to sleep with your voice, with his head resting on your lap and your fingers entangled in his blue locks.

...and simultaneously, you brought out the best inside of him as well. Putting up with all of his shenanigans, humbling him if necessary.

And frankly, he needed to be brought down to eart again a lot, so at least once it was good that you had no filter.

Little did you know that he was just as whole heartedly enarmored with you, yet fought it both for your sake and to protect his own heart.

For months, you were wondering if a man of his calibre would even reciprocate those inferior sentiments.

After all, those tender moments you shared were exclusively after both of you shared a fair amount of alcohol - and Buggy chose not to talk about it afterwards.

Buggy remembers it like it was yesterday when he caught you all alone on deck, staring into the night sky with yearning in your eyes. You were clearly shivering due to the cold breeze, until suddenly Buggy's severed hands threw his coat over your shoulders.

You greeted him with an affectionate smile, waving the rest of the clown over. He was looking very plain for his standards, with neither makeup nor accessories and his hair tied into a messy bun.

For a while, the two of you enjoyed the starry sky and salty ocean air together - until Buggy broke the comfortable silence.

"You know, you could leave" he suddenly spoke, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Huh? What makes you think I want to?"

"I don't know" he admitted, looking anywhere but your eyes. "You're pretty. Talented. Stronger than you look like. Maybe you'd be better off without some lousy freaks dragging you down."

"Never say something like that again!" you poked his chest as you scolded him. "Without you guys I wouldn't even be still alive! You gave me freedom, a purpose and have been so kind to me all this time, even though I'm nothing but a burden..."

"And I thought I'm the fool here" he chuckled softly, finally looking up from the spot on the ground his eyes were glued on. "To the crew you're like a ray of sun in the middle of a storm! And you're also our star act, besides me obviously. So what makes you think like that?"

Weird. He was behaving so different from his usual self...

...did he care about your feelings after all, or was that just wishful thinking?

"Well, I'm still not a real pirate. You went out of your way training me, and yet- I mean I can't even bear to see people hurt! How's that useful in a profession like ours?"

"You're empathetic" he spoke softly, absentmindedly petting your head. "Something I lack, but not a bad trait. And you don't have to be useful. As long as you're-" Buggy cut himself off, gladly your mind catched up before your mouth would let something slip.

"As long as what?" you repeated his words, and feeling caught his heart instantly dropped into his stomach. "C'mon, you can't be that oblivious."

You only knitted your brows together in confusion, just like every time when you didn't get the punchline to a joke of his. Adorable, it never failed to warm his heart.

"...as long as you're with me, I guess." Your jaw dropped at this almost-confession, just looking at him with a deadpanned expression.

"That's good" you uttered with a shaky breath, "Because I didn't plan to leave the man I love."

Silence.

"Wait- what?!" Actually, he was waiting for a 'just kidding' from your side. You had an awful sense of humor, after all - and this was just too good to be true.

His reaction did nothing to calm your nerves. After you finally found the courage to confess he wants you to say it again?!

Clenching and unclenching your fists, gulping several times to get the feeling of a lump out of your throat.

"I said I'm in love with you, Buggy!"

Dwelling in those memories did in fact make the hurt of today even worse, he deduced after he could finally tear his mind away from the past.

Buggy buried his face in his hands, mentally preparing himself to step in front of his crew again. Maybe he should redo his smeared makeup, so he wouldn't look like the perfect picture of misery in front of his men.

You're still out there, after all - and all alone in a pirate infected island at that.

"Bring me one more!" Buggy commanded no one in particular as he staggered onto the deck, his crew frightened as they were aware of his current mood. "B-Boss, we're all out. You drank-"

Buggy sucked in a pained breath, ready to let out his built up turmoil of emotions at anyone that would dare make another sound...

...until Cabaji returned with grim news:

"We found her, boss. She-" he paused, knowing his next words might get him into an awful situation.

Immediately, the clown grabbed his subordinate by the collar of his shirt, his severed hands lifting him up with ease. "Where is she, huh? Tell me!"

"Y/N, she- she's with the strawhats."

[gingerjunhan]

Heyyy! 🧈 anon once again!

I wanna request something, buts it’s gonna be kinda long!

I was having this thought of like, maybe your gunil’s friend (so you’re a bit older than the other members. Around the same age as gunil tho) and you’re like, number one loser ever. A one way ticket straight to loser town (in a good way).

Like, they’re kind of cringe and talk awkward, but they mean well. So Gunil is tired of them being weird and single, so he sets them up with Jun Han (can’t remember how to spell his name and it isn’t saved on my phone anymore 😭) but he doesn’t choose Jun Han for any particular reason. That was just the first member he thought of.

So maybe the fic could be that first part, just the whole process gunil is going through, and then the date with Jun Han and reader? (Kinda as a prequel to the last fic I requested)

Please and thank youuuuu🩷

☆彡 hi 🧈anon! Sorry this took me so so SO long to get to! I looked back on part one for “the lore,” so this turned into a sweet little high school au! I hope you enjoy it!

part two here!

word count: 1,501 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, high school!au | cws: (slight) My Happy Marriage spoilers, swearing, partially proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

Lunchtime had struck again, which meant that this was officially day three in a row that Gunil had to listen to you go on about the new show you started watching. He didn’t mind it at first, but with every new episode you watched, Gunil had to endure yet another lunch period of you squealing about your new favorite obsession.

“Oh my god, Gunil, they finally went out on their first date! It was so cute! He took her shopping, and then you’ll never believe what happened!”

“What happened?” He asked half-heartedly.

“Her sister showed up! Can you believe that? God, she’s such a bitch!”

“Wait, I thought they were already married or something?”

You scoff with a roll of your eyes. “You really don’t pay attention when I talk, do you?”

Now it was Gunil’s turn to roll his eyes. He didn’t mind that you were talking to him about your show, but it had been three days straight of him hearing every single thought in your head about it. There was no way he would be able to internalize every single detail you’ve told him.

“Look,” he started, “I’m sorry, but maybe you should find someone who actually has watched this show to talk about it with.”

“Like who?” You ask, voice laced with sass. Your friend circle was small, to say the least, and Gunil knew this all too well. You watched as he put some thought into his answer.

“Someone like… Hyeongjun!”

You rolled your eyes again, “Not this again.”

“What?” Gunil prompted with a smile. “Shows like this are right up his alley, and he’s a sweet guy! I’m sure you two would really hit it off!” Hyeongjun was one of Gunil’s friends who was a few classes younger than the two of you. You had maybe spoken to the poor kid once or twice, but that was only because Gunil was with you, so you had a mutual friend to bridge the awkward conversation gap. You weren’t great with people, and Hyeongjun mainly kept to himself from what you could tell- and yet, Gunil thought you two were perfect for each other.

“Gunil, I think the only words I’ve ever heard that boy say are, ‘yes,’ ‘no,’ and ‘thank you.’”

“Exactly! You just gotta get him out of his shell a little bit!” Gunil’s hands started to wave around as he spoke- a telltale sign that he was getting passionate about the subject.

You let out a sigh, allowing your thoughts to stir around in your brain. “It would be nice to talk to someone who may actually listen to me…”

“Yes!” Gunil cheered, causing some other people in the lunchroom to look over at him. He didn’t seem to mind. “You should say something to him at the end of jazz band! He’ll be willing to talk, I promise.”

“Okay,” you agreed somewhat begrudgingly. “But if this goes south, you owe me.”

“You have my word.”

☆

Your last class of the day was jazz band, and you couldn’t help but feel a lump form in your throat at the idea of having to go up to Hyeongjun and talk to him without Gunil present. Unfortunately for you, the time passed anyway, and your class was now over. The room was abuzz with the happy chatter of students all ready to make their way home or to their extracurricular sports or clubs. You eyed Hyeongjun, who was silently putting away his guitar. You looked over to Gunil, who was already watching you alongside one of his other friends, a boy who you believed to be Seungmin- a good friend of both Gunil and Hyeongjun. They encouragingly waved you over to Hyeongjun, each of them wearing a big smile on his face. With a sigh, you made your way over to him.

“Hi, um, Hyeongjun?” Your words came out a little shaky, and you really hoped he didn’t notice. You weren’t good with approaching people first.

He looked up at you as he latched his guitar case closed. “Hi,” he said simply, slight confusion lacing his tone.

“Um,” you stuttered, suddenly realizing that you didn’t plan out this conversation in your head at all, which is something you would normally do. You mentally cursed yourself for being unprepared. You swallowed lightly. “I was, uh, talking to Gunil at lunch, and he told me to come talk to you about, um, the- the new show I’m watching? He said you might also be watching it?”

“Oh,” he said with a small smile, rising to his feet and slinging his guitar case onto his back. “What show?”

“Um, My Happy Marriage?” You respond softly, hoping you didn’t sound silly for asking him if he’s been watching a magical romance anime. Much to your surprise, Hyeongjun’s face lit up into a bright smile.

“Oh my god, I love that show! I can’t wait for tomorrow’s new episode!” This was probably the most excited you had ever seen him. Granted, this was also the first real conversation you’ve ever had with him, so that wasn’t a hard goal to accomplish.

You smiled back at him. “So am I! I swear the new episodes are the only thing getting me through the week right now,” you chuckled a little, glad that this wasn’t as awkward as you were expecting.

“Me too,” he chuckled. “You’ll have to let me know what you think of the newest episode. I’ve gotta get home in a hurry today, but I’d love to talk with you sometime! I don’t know anyone else who’s watching this show.”

You nodded excitedly, “Yeah, absolutely! I-I’ll have to catch up with you sometime.”

“Awesome,” Hyeongjun smiled softly. “I’ll talk to you later.” With that, Hyeongjun double-checked to make sure he had all his stuff before making his way out of the band room.

☆

“Ugh, you dumbass!” Gunil chastised, completely forgetting about this half-eaten lunch as you relayed the entire conversation you had had with Hyeongjun to him for a second time. “You should’ve invited him over!”

“What?” You scoffed, “No way.”

Gunil groaned again. “You’re never going to get a date to the prom this way!”

“Like you could help me with that.” You roll your eyes at Gunil’s insistence.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The only person I’ve ever seen you flirt with is Jungsu.”

“That doesn’t matter!” He protests, pointing a finger at you. “The point is, I think you and Hyeongjun could get along. You don’t have many friends, (Y/N).”

“Ouch?”

“You know what I mean!” He stresses. “You aren’t the most outgoing, and neither is Hyeongjun. But as someone who knows you both, I can tell you for certain that you have a lot in common!”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes again; something that you’re now realizing is a common recurrence whenever Gunil opens his mouth. You suppose five years of friendship will do that to you. “I’ll try to talk to him again later today.”

☆

He had opted to tie his hair back today. That was the first detail you noticed when you finally mustered up the courage to talk to Hyeongjun at the end of jazz band again. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this simple action would’ve went unnoticed before talking to him yesterday.

“Hyeongjun?” You approach him, voice soft with a hint of nerve.

He turns and catches your eye as he takes off the strap of his guitar. “Hey,” he smiles.

“Are you excited for tonight’s episode?” You ask with a nervous giggle, unsure of what to say to get the ball rolling.

He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah! If you want, I can give you my number and you can call me afterwards and tell me what you think.” His offer surprised you, and unfortunately for you and your bad poker face, it must’ve shown, because he let out a chuckle.

“Well a-actually,” you stuttered out, “I wanted to see if you maybe wanted to watch the episode together?”

Now it was his turn to look surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah! I-If that’s okay. I figured it would be easier to talk about it in person…” You looked away from his eyes for a second. Upon looking away, you noticed his nails were painted with a shiny black lacquer.

“That sounds fun,” Hyeongjun chuckled. You looked back up at him and noticed his smile. You wondered when the pink flush formed on his cheeks, but you chose not to think about it for too long.

“Awesome,” you smiled back. “I’ll go grab the rest of my things, and then we can start walking back to my place if that’s okay?”

“Sounds great,” he confirmed. With a quick nod, you turned on your heels to go grab your backpack and instrument. Once you were a few steps away, Hyeongjun shot Gunil- who had been watching the entire exchange- a look from across the room. He chuckled to himself, rolled his eyes, and mouthed, “I’ll text you later.”

[joeys-babe]

YOUR ANGST IS SOOOOO CHEFS KISS 😍😍 are u planning on writing more of it with happy endings? i would lovee to read that!!

I can't believe I'm just now seeing this three days later, but thank youuuuu!!! 😙🩷

I love writing it, so don't be surprised if y'all see some more angsty fics!! Some, if not most, will have happy endings because sad endings low-key give me nervous stomach aches when I'm writing/proofreading. 😭😂

[legacyshenanigans]

Hello Queen B!

Sending love, may your bowl never empty 💨

You might have already done this, but drabble about Rominis first time? Please...

💚🐍💚🐺💚

Morning 😊💚

Aww thank youuuuu haha 💚🥦

I have indeed, here you go:

[winderlylandchime]

Writing asks 30, 75

Heyyyyy

30. How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

Are you asking this because you’re my post hoc beta? I’m imagining you picking this question like “Let’s see, does Aj actually edit anytime ever?” 😂 I do a bit of both but also different types of editing. As I’m writing, if I realize something doesn’t work or I need to take another approach, I’ll edit as I’m writing because I need to fundamentally change directions (sometimes this is worked out in the outlining stage but sometimes not, and I tend to not outline one shots as closely). Copy editing and proofreading I tend to do after I finish the first draft because getting the ideas out matters far more than stupid stupid verb tenses. So idea edits: while writing, copy edits: after. Unless I’m writing in a race to post a fic before someone enters active labor and then I don’t edit at all and you screen shot all my typos for me and I edit after publishing.

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

Not really? Maybe this is the benefit of writing in a small fandom but I tend to know my readers and I tend to know what they gravitate towards. Not that I’m writing to appease anyone but I have a small group of regular readers who tend to like the things I like to write and will also sometimes give me a chance when I’m writing something a bit outside that (like starting a fic with Brian and Michael dating). I guess the one thing is that I wrote an MCD and tagged it as MCD and then people read the MCD and got upset with the MCD (but not actually at me). And well. I think that happens with every MCD fic. Or not. I wouldn’t know because I do not read them.

Thank youuuuu!

writing asks

[onlyswan]

ahhh one thing about u is that u never disappoints ☹️💓 answering my big and detailed asks w/ an even bigger & more detailed paragraphs? :(( thank u so much for all of ur thought out and kind answers 🌷🌷 sending love ur way!!

and also i didnt realize this the first few times i read the latest drabble… but when kook called oc his little firefly? shit hits the fan like i…… paused for a few moments to reread and ☹️☹️🧚🏻🧚🏻 oc really is huh.. the light of his life:( small and annoying at times but everpresent and follows jungkook around bc he is the brightest light in her life 💓🌈🌤️

omf stop i love youuuuu 🥹 thank you so much for your love and interest in the iw!couple and for giving me the chance to ramble about them hehehe 🩵🩵🩵

oh my gosh yesyesyes i might’ve cried a little bit typing that out and every time i read it while proofreading :( he adores oc soooo much </3 and now i’m crying again thinking about it and reading your lovely words ASAAJAJAJS i love my babies so much. ur right they’re truly the light of each other’s life 😭🫶🏼

[sterredem]

Please Please Please

Charles leclerc x singer!reader

Kind of a espresso part 2

Face claim Sabrina Carpenter

Warning nothing, not proofread (so there will be spelling mistakes), maybe some hate(?)

Summary Y/n releases a new song.

A/N hi! I’m so sorry that it took this long to post but I had it really busy with life. I hope y’all still like it! I am quite proud of it!

Don’t forget to repost and comments, it helps a lot! And please give feedback!

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User1 she’s in jail??? The end of espresso??!?

User2 Y/n world domination

User3 who’s that man?!?! Kinda looks like Charles

User4 THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT I LOVE IT!

User5 Pop princess is really feeding us!

User6 Feeding us with the sad songs 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

User7 SO READY!!

User8 she’s feeding her children

User9 who’s this about? This feels like a sad song but she’s happy with Charles…

User10 she has also had relationships before him so it can be about that. And we don’t even know if it will be a sad song sooo……

User11 So exited!!

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User13 SO SOON?!

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MTV I cancelled my plans for this

Charles_Leclerc I’m ready

User1 the people’s pop princess

User2 everybody stay calm!

User3 so soon after espresso is insane, I love it!

User4 I love the necklace!

User5 can’t wait!

User6 I’m curious to see what colour this is!

User7 what do you mean?

User6 with all of her past songs she had a colour that she associates with that for example; the light blue heart 🩵 with espresso

User7 Ohhhh thank you for explaining!

User8 🎤👑

User9 I’m in love with you

User10 I’m in Europe but I WILL set my clock to listen to this song AS SOON as it is out!!

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[horansqueen]

Headlines - Chapter 15

Story Masterlist ✨

❤  chapter 1 ❤ chapter 2 ❤ chapter 3 ❤ chapter 4 ❤ chapter 5  ❤ chapter 6 ❤ chapter 7  ❤ chapter 8  ❤ chapter 9 ❤ chapter 10  ❤ chapter 11 ❤ chapter 12  ❤ chapter 13  ❤ chapter 14  ❤

NOTES  ❤

❤ written from both Niall and Ophélie’s POVs ❤ i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it. ❤ OU comedy/fluff/smut/romance ❤ 3k ❤ i accept requests and ideas for this story, so message me in my inbox! ❤ i added a request to this chapter! thank youuuuu! ❤ if you want to be notified when this story is updated (or be taken off the update list) CLICK HERE

Ophélie

I was nervous like I was about to meet my new and real family in law. To some extent, I was. No, Niall and I were not really dating but everyone thought we were, including his family and mine. Not only that, but we were much closer now, and the fact that we spent so much time only us two together made me see a side of him that I liked more than I wanted to admit to myself.

I was pretty sure my heart stopped when his mom opened the door and brought him into a hug. She was tiny, short, and it was crazy how much Niall looked like her. The fact that they also shared the same smile was troubling but i liked her already, and something in my stomach twisted at the thought of lying to her. Maybe we could tell her this was fake? After all, I had messaged her from Niall's phone to get back at him and piss him off, she had nothing to do with that and she didn't deserve to be in the middle of that war we had going on... or used to have.

I blinked a few times but remained motionless as Niall hugged his mom tighter.

"Hey ma, missed ya."

It made me miss my own mom, and also my dad and brother, but I just swallowed hard and waited until they pulled away. When she turned to me and sent me a smile, I felt my heart jump in my throat and had to swallow it back. Her smile was genuine and soft, and when she whispered my name and pulled me in her arms, I allowed myself to just enjoy the affection I was getting from a woman I felt I already knew.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you!'

"Me too." I whispered, closing my eyes.

We pulled away after a few seconds and I held my breath when I felt Niall's hand on my back. It was not really his hand, mostly just the tip of his fingers brushing against my lower back, but it made my heart twist again. I tried not to show it but my heart was beating so hard against my chest I had to swallow hard before holding my breath. It reminded me how close Niall and I were to fuck again not so long again and I shook my head slightly, trying to get rid of the images flooding my mind.

I knew Niall had to act loving with me around his family but at this point, I felt like neither of us were faking it anymore. We were close, closer than I thought we'd ever be, and it felt good to be relaxed around him and not fear of what we could do to each other.

I didn't know much about Niall's family but I was not surprised at how much love the walls of that house had been a witnesses of. It reminded me of my own family and I took a mental note to text my brother as soon as I could.

Maura was interested in who I was and in the fake relationship I had with her son. Somehow, I wished I could tell her about the real one we have, the one who started roughly but was going well now, the one we had to work on despite how annoyed we used to be at each other, the relationship I felt that Niall and I could really have at some point, even if only as good friends. Instead, we shared the story we had been told to say, the fake one that sounded like a fairy tale. I felt bad for the lies we were telling but at some point, I knew Niall would tell her the truth, or at least I hoped he would, and I could only cross my fingers that when it happens, Maura won't be too mad at me.

Niall and Maura's husband ended up washing the dishes while she brought me to the living room with a coffee. We sat down and she showed me a photo album with a few pictures of Niall as a kid. I didn't know why but it made something twist in my stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I met the parents of someone I dated, and it hurt that this was fake. I tried to push that thought away and enjoy how cute Niall used to be. I ran one of my fingers on a picture, tapping the tip twice on Niall's adorable face and smiled.

"He was such a cute kid." I pointed out, my lips curling more as I stared at the picture.

"You know he really has feelings for you, Ophélie, right?"

I chuckled uncomfortably and glanced up at her before frowning a bit and shaking my head slightly. "Yea, of course." I lied, shrugging both shoulders.

"No, I mean it." she insisted, placing her hand gently on my arm. "He never brings any girl here unless he's in love, I thought you should know that."

Slowly, I dared to look up and out eyes met. A sudden rush of guilt invaded me and for some reason, words I didn't mean to say escaped my lips.

"He doesn't really... I mean, me and him, we're not really..."

She nodded a few times and I held my breath. "I know, that's why I'm telling you that he loves you."

My lips parted as I stared at her but I didn't have time to ask anything. Niall walked in the living room and let himself fall next to me on the couch.

"Were you two talking about me?" he asked with a smirk, putting his arm on the back of the couch, near my shoulders.

I breathed in and forced a smile, turning my acting mode on before looking at him. "You're not the center of the universe, you know."

He bent closer and my smile fell slightly before my lips parted. He was close and I liked it. It made my heart beat faster. "Are you sure?"

My eyes dropped to his lips and I felt completely ridiculous but I quickly looked up in his eyes again only to send him a bigger smile. "Yes."

"Stop acting around me, you can't fool me anymore."

Instead to annoy me, it made me feel good and my smile turned into a fond one. It was hard to believe anyone could see through me like that, despite the fact that I could act, but it felt amazing to think someone wanted to try. If Niall ended up knowing how I really felt even if I tried to hide it, it would mean more to me than I could ever explain. It would also definitely be a first for me.

"Why don't you show me around?" I just replied, raising my eyebrows. "I'd love to see a few places you like."

I could read surprise in his eyes but he nodded and the left corner of his lips raised up. He showed me a school, a park, and a few houses but at some point, he reached for his phone in his pocket and turned to me.

"What do you think about meeting a few old friends of mine? They're at a pub right now."

If I was honest with myself, I actually wanted to be alone with him, but admitting that was embarrassing. I could also pretend I was too tired but I could see on his face that he really wanted to go and I didn't have the guts to ruin it for him.

When we walked in, he waved at a few people in the back and my heart stopped when some of them got up to wave back and call out his name. I grabbed his hand and the contact of his skin with mine made me hold my breath.

"Wait." I whispered, making him turn his body my way. "What are you gonna tell them?"

"Same I tell everyone I mean, I lie to my own mother, I'll lie to them too."

I looked up in his eyes and licked my lips, feeling guilty again. "Niall, about your mom..."

"NIALL!"

We both jumped and NIall looked at his friends before looking back at me and squeezing my hand in his. "It'll be alright, they'll love you."

I didn't know why he felt the need to reassure me but it worked, and I breathed out before nibbling gently on my bottom lip. "You stay with me, yea?"

"I promise."

He bent down and his lips brushed against mine. I answered his kiss and I heard a few salacious comments from afar. Niall moved his arm up, flipping them off while keeping his lips against mine and It made me chuckle against his mouth.

I forgot about his mother, or the fact that I was nervous, and we sat with his friends to have a few drinks together. It's only after an hour or so that I realized his eyes were shining and somehow, they were not shining while looking at me. He was in deep conversation with a girl he said was named Ciara, and he kept laughing in a way that made my heart literally drop in my chest. I wanted to leave quickly and try to get rid of that ugly feeling eating my insides but I was stuck in place, like glued to the chair as my fingers gripped my pint as hard as I could.

As much as I hated admitting it, especially to myself... I was jealous.

Niall

Nothing was easy about this relationship, and lying to my mom was probably one of the worst things I had to do in my whole life. I was not completely lying, though. In fact, It was getting more obvious with every hour passing by that the feelings I had for Ophélie were much closer to love than hate, and even if she was clearly not ready to admit it, I was pretty sure she was feeling the same.

When I kissed her in front of my old friends, it was not only for the show, it was mostly because I wanted to. I wanted to feel her lips against mine because I missed it. I knew she was not over what had happened with Viktor and I didn't expect her to be, but somehow, I missed being close to her, and the way she kissed me back proved me she did too.

She got along well with my friends but it was not surprising. I knew that even if she didn't, she could easily pretend otherwise. I liked to think I could read her better now though and the way she laughed and chatted with them was telling me she was genuinely having fun. I kept looking at her hand on the table or on her thigh, wondering if i should dare taking it in mine like a twelve year old on a first date and every single time, my heart jumped so high in my throat I had I swallow a long sip of beer to push it back down in my chest. I felt like a loser, but I was scared to be rejected and at the same time, I was scared to make her uncomfortable. After an hour or so, I was a bit tipsy, which was quite unusual for me. It was still early but the amount of alcohol in my system was making me ridiculously happy. I looked at Ophélie's hand one last time, ready to take it in mine and squeeze it tight, maybe even bring it to my lips and leave a few sweet kisses on it, when someone sat next to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I didn't expect it and jumped slightly, turning my head to the cute brunette before sending her a smile.

"Hey, Ciara, how have you been, darlin'?"

We had dated for a few weeks back in high school, I was pretty sure, but nothing really serious. It was more of a fling that didn't last and didn't matter than anything that could have turned into something serious with feelings. Nothing like the relationship I could definitely have with Ophélie. She was hot, as hot as she used to be maybe even more, but when she smiled at me, I didn't have this little twist in my stomach. When she laughed, it didn't make me want to smile, and when she touched me, it didn't send any shiver through my back. Ophélie did all that.

"Good!" she let out with enthusiasm, letting her fingers slide down my arm. "I'm so happy to see you again!"

I glanced at her hand on my arm and chuckled, shaking my head at her boldness. She knew I was dating Ophélie, didn't she? And she was aware that she was sitting right next to me? Why would anyone even do that?

"Ya, came here so I could present my girlfriend to my ma, you know, make it official."

Ciara's smile fell down slightly and she took her hand back, making me chuckle again. I didn't know if I sounded mean or just happy but I didn't really care.

"And she's so talented and smart too, and gorgeous, my ma already loves her." I added, probably making it worse. I didn't really care though, all I wanted was to tell someone how I felt for real, without hiding it. I moved closer to my old friend and licked my lips, smiling even more. "I know it's crazy but, I think she's 'the one'."

Just saying it out loud, even if in a whisper, made something stir in my chest. I should have told Ophélie first, I knew it, but letting it out like that made me feel lighter and the truth behind my confession made something burst inside me.

I lost my smile immediately when I felt Ophélie move next to me. She quickly got up, placed her hair, licked her lips and told me she needed air without looking at me. I frowned but didn't have time to say anything before she just left. No one seemed to notice, everyone kept laughing and chatting together and it took me about a minute to react, perhaps because of how sudden it was and because I was a bit tipsy.

I got up, my chair making an annoying sound as it scratched on the floor, and left Ciara alone at the table to join Ophélie outside. She was leaning against the wall, her arms around herself, and when she noticed me, she quickly turned her back to me and sniffed, bringing one of her hands to her face.

"Love, are you crying?"

"No!"

"Petal, I told you, you can't fool me anymore." I repeated gently in a soft tone. "And also, you can trust me."

Swiftly, she turned around to face me and it took me by surprise, almost as much as the expression or anger on her face... or was it sadness?

"Why the fuck should I trust you, Niall?" she asked rudely. "Because you stopped some asshole from raping me? Because you brought me here to your mama?"

My lips parted, astonished by this excess of rage I was not sure I deserved but I remained silent, not really knowing how to answer her.

"Niall Horan is always so perfect isn't he? Giving a chance to a weak new actress who can't even take care of herself! After all, Hollywood is a jungle isn't it? I should have known better! And he's so incredible to date such an average girl when he could have anyone he wanted! Next thing I know they'll give you Viktor's part in that fucking movie just for saving my ass without even asking me for my opinion!"

I saw a tear slip on her cheek and I wanted to wipe it gently. I wanted to hold her close to me and tell her everything would be okay, and that I was sorry for whatever I did that made her sad, but I knew it wouldn't work. She was not just angry, she was hurt, and I didn't know why.

"Pet, do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ophélie, please, can you tell me what I did that made you mad?"

Slowly, her face softened, her shoulders fell, and she pressed her lips together. She breathed in and then sighed before closing her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. They fluttered for a while and it made me want to kiss her for some reason.

"Forget it, Niall. It's not you, it's me. You don't owe me anything. We're not even really dating."

"We're not?"

The words escaped my lips and instead to make her mad, it made her chuckle and roll her eyes.

"No, and you're drunk. Let's just go to bed, okay?"

I was not sure where her tantrum came from but when we were both laying in the darkness of the guest room in my mom's house, I couldn't seem to fall asleep. That question kept moving in my brain, hitting the sides like the letters of an old dvd player.

I didn'r remember doing or saying anything wrong or bad. I didn't remember invading privacy or going too far. All I could remember was admitting my real feelings about Ophélie to some random girl and I was pretty sure my fake girlfriend hadn't even heard anything I had said. Could one of my friends had told her something bad about me? I had not seen them in so long, it would be very surprising.

I turned around in bed to be closer to Ophélie and licked my lips before clearing my throat.

"Hey, are you asleep?"

"Mm, no." she whispered back.

"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry." Silence. "For whatever I said or did that hurt you. And when you want to tell me, I'll apologize again, I swear, pet, hurting you is the last thing I want."

It took about a minute but she just sighed. "Okay."

"Can I hold you?"

"Okay."

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Hii I really like your writing, anyway can I maybe get some head cannons for the Sinclair brothers and Otis (if that’s not gonna be too much) with a boyfriend who writes short horror stories and stuff? Thank youuuuu <3

Of course you can sweet anon! These are some of my first headcannons ever so i hope you enjoy!

Bo Sinclair:

-Bo thinks it's cool don't get me wrong, But he's a busy guy so don't expect him to go out of his way.

-He thinks of it like Vincent's wax figures, It's your art.

-If you need a proof reader for anything expect to be pointed in the direction of Vincent or even Lester (Probably not lol), Bo finished school but he isn't the smartest when it comes to grammar.

-Make him the main character, He'll be absolutely honored despite him trying to cover up his blush.

-If one of your stories every gets published, He will be SO proud of you!

-"That's my boy, People are finally startin' to recognize how talented ya' are."

Vincent Sinclair:

-Proud Vincent is proud.

-He wants to hear ALL about your stories, what's your inspiration?, Who are your main characters?, anything and everything he can ask he asks.

-Be prepared to be stationed in a chair next to him to read him your stories while he works on sculptures.

-He will for sure proofread, edit and help you with whatever you need, English was one of his best subjects in school. Writing was one of his main mediums before wax.

-He will do everything in his power to help you get published, Going as far to convince Bo to get some kind of internet connection to help you go digital.

Lester Sinclair:

-Our sweet baby boy, Bless his heart

-Lester doesn't really understand how someone can sit still and write stories for that long, but if it makes you happy he's all for it!

-Lester will try his best to help you with editing and all, but this sweet boy can't really spell well himself so don't be surprised if you get your story back with various misspellings.

-Lester loves to sit and listen to your stories! (As long as your the one who reads, Lester can read, but has the tendency to get hung up on the bigger words)

-"That there is the best story I've ever heard!"

-Lester will totally jump through hoops to get you whatever you need in his cabin, Internet? A room specifically for writing? done and done, whatever you need Lester is on it.

-If your books ever had hardcopies that have been published, don't be surprised if you find out Lester has been trying to sneak them into the Ambrose local library much to Bo's annoyance.

-"Dammit Lester! Stop tryin' to fuck up the book order"

Otis Driftwood:

-Otis thinks is rad as hell, I mean c'mon, Otis is a story teller and a half and ADORES anything spooky.

-If he likes your stories well enough, Don't be surprised if he tells them to stranded soon to be victims over dinner after he's recounted the classic tale of Dr. Satan.

-You don't have to worry about getting your books published, Otis will do that for you! He loves leatherworking and will totally make you the best book covers and bind the pages together. (Leather may or may not be human, Heh)

-Also do not be surprised if Otis reads them to the family sometimes, He will have weekly book clubs just for your stories.

-This is another boy your gonna wanna make the main character, Otis would LOVE to read a book about HIMSELF of all people. He would see it as arguably his greatest accomplishment.