#wow this got so many notes all of a sudden

[haaam-guuuurl]

[kuromiiyuuu]

"You're insufferable." part i, jjk.

-in which you got in a heated argument with jjk men.

part ii.

toji, satoru, and nanami, (f).

warnings, genre. swearing! not proofread! | angst to fluff! |

notes i. this was requested from like a year ago so... yeah.

Toji. the scarred man was flaring up your temper for sure, you sat at the your side of the passanger seat. drowning in your own sea of thoughts whilst you looked outside the window of the moving car. tiny drops of water was plastered right on the car window. the sound of pitter-patter by the rain can be heard but slightly muffled.

the car however was silent, toji, your boyfriend was driving with a deadly grip on the steering wheel. you both were driving home after a disasterous date. it was going on fine at the beginning but all of a sudden, your meticulous boyfriend and you were suddenly fighting with him over something you didn't seem to think about now. you were just fuming in your seat because he had raised his voice at you in front of many people, "are you going to keep up this being a bitch act of yours?" he bites, you can feel the venom seeping through his voice.

you stayed silent, trying to send him the hint that you weren't going to talk to him any sooner. he hisses beside you before slamming his hand on the steering wheel, making you look at him with a flinch, "damn it!" "what the hell is wrong with you, toji!" "now you decide to talk to me."

"if you were just being so fucking easy back there, then maybe i wouldn't have yelled." the man beside you fills you in, trying to point out your mistakes from the fight.

"oh so now it's my fault that you have anger issues that you can not somehow get a hold of? you're a fucking assassin, toji. yet you act like you can't color inside the lines with a gun to your fucking head."

"what the fuck did you just say?" his voice grumbles, and just in time for a thunder to roar in the sky, light flashes in a second before the rain came down heavier. toji took a glance at you, his eyes were filled with anger and you can tell, you calmed yourself down. looking out from the window again you wrapped your own arms around your body to provide warmness, you couldn't handle it anymore. there was never a day where you don't find yourself arguing with the scarred man over and over again, you were tired, to an extent.

"you're a fucking jerk." you mumble, resting your head on the window as you feel your tears starting to build up. it hurts you, him being too comfortable yelling at you in front of a crowd, it shatters your heart into millions of pieces. you knew you were hard to love but... toji made you feel like there wasn't hope at all.

"I hate you." it came out like a whisper, your voice vulnerable and weak. toji's grip loosened, his eyes softening in an instant with his face muscle finally relaxing, but not in a good way. damn did those three words, eight letters, stab his heart a million times repeatingly, over and over again. he was hurting you, and now he realizes it, he has gone too far now, "y/n."his voice was gentle now, no sign of anger or irritation.

you didn't answer, you felt so weak now. you felt like you were going to burst into tears within a second, " 'm sorry." your boyfriend says, your heart warms up in an instant, it was unfair, he had this effect on you and you just can't ignore it, "whatever." you replied with a sob at the end of your sentence, you had been crying again... because of him.

toji didn't like seeing you like this so he swore in him, he would kill anyone that made you cry, and if he did make you holler again, he'll end his self instead.

Satoru. "This is crazy." you say in frustration, looking at your lover as if he has grown tw heads to make your eyes shine with horrid, "oh this is crazy? you're

crazy." the silver haired exclaims with his tone sharp and absolute, you were taken a back by his response, "oh wow, don't try to point this on me when you're the one who flirted with a girl." "it's like I can't even do anything in this relationship anymore, you have this fucking vision in your head that im so fucking wrong all the time."

"you're just making up excuses, satoru. it won't cover up the fact that you flirted with the girl." you pointed at him, your eyes glared at him with your voice slightly raising. smoke was basically coming out of satoru's ear, he was fuming, "you're insecure, that's what you are." "what did you just say?" "you make a big fuss whenever i talk to another girl, you're afraid ill le...

there was the sound of your palm hitting his right cheek, it echos through out the room with your eyes tearing up. who am i kidding, it already rolled down your cheeks, your eyes held betrayal. satoru, never in your life did he point out your insecurities in an argument.

"what happened to you. if that's what you think then I'm afraid we're better off by ourselves." you say calmly, your tears still can't help themselves from falling, "y/n." "no, you don't say those hurtful things and expect me to be okay."

"im sorry, i know i crossed the line." the silver haired exclaims with a saddened voice, the slap was like a slap from reality. truly the reason why he realized his mistake. "i would never do that to you." your voice cracked, you couldn't anymore, the burden rose up to your throat and it made hard for you to say something without finding it hard. you were crying now.

backing away from your boyfriend your back hits the wall and you slide down to the floor whilst trying to calm yourself down. and just like that you feel your boyfriends familiar scent crouch down to your level, grabbing your hands gently to replace his slender hands to wipe away your tears. "im sorry baby, im so... fuck, i hate seeing you like this."

Nanami. "im just trying to calmly apologize to you, i dont want to fight anymore." the blonde says, he brings his hand up to his mouth in a frustrated manner, you stood there, your arms crossed in front of your chest with your eyebrows furrowed. your face was bear but the outfit you were supposed to wear to your date with him was still on your body, "how is that going to help me, is it going to bring back the two hours i waited for you!" you exclaim, you were frustrated, the man forgot your date because he went to a party at work. and he didn't even tell you he was going, so it caused a misunderstanding, and you waited fir him like a fool.

"did you get hurt? i said i was sorry didn't i? can i go to bed now." he says in almost a monotone voice, you were offended by the way he reacted. it was almost like he didn't even care about your feelings. your eyes by now had widened, "so you're invalidating my feelings now? so what you said sorry?" "god your voice it's so..." "its so what." "...." "answer me!"

"fucking annoying! that's what it is, you yell, you yap do you ever get tired?" nanami finally loses his composure and his words were like daggers stabbing your heart. and if you listened closely, you can hear your heart breaking into pieces, and shattering beneath you. "you... you're the least man i have ever thought to say those words to me."

"wait." but it was too late, you had slammed the door in your shared room, nanami was left inside the cold atmosphere of the living room. he drops his self to the couch, placing his elbow on both his knees as he runs his finger through his blonde locks in frustration, he fucked up.

he needed to calm his self down before comforting you, in case he hurts you again.

[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, masturbation, lube and sex toys, cursing.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🐣 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

You were sitting on your bed mindlessly scrolling until you got a notification that your one and only all time favorite camboy was live.

Ethan mentioned you.

With excitement, you quickly tap the notification, opening the streaming app, and watching the live.

“Hello, everyone,” Ethan waved to his viewers. “Wow, there’s already so many of you,” he chuckles at the number of live audience that was attending his stream. “I’m nervous. There’s so many people here.”

You smile at his shy demeanor, one that is a stark contrast to when he was putting on a show for all his dedicated viewers.

“So, as you all know, last week I opened a P.O. Box so you could send me gifts, and I’m so excited yet nervous to see what you all got me.” he blushed, knowing that some of the gifts were probably far from innocent considering his profession. “There’s so much, and it’s only been a week.”

Your heart rate picked up at the mention of gifts cause you had sent him something, and you were so hoping he’d use it for you on stream.

As the live continued on, he opened package after package. Some were chocolates, others confession notes along with their numbers, which you thought was hilarious, and of course, he got the occasional lingerie or sex toy. “Thanks for all the gifts!” He says excitedly. “I loved them all so much, and I appreciate every single last one of you.” you frown cause he didn’t open the package you sent him. You spent a decent amount of money on it, too, but maybe he’d open it next stream, but that was wishful thinking.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he laughs. “I saved this one for last cause it’s the biggest.” he holds the big box up to the screen, showing the camera. “I wonder what it could be. This one is from y/n.” he shakes the box, keeping your last name a secret just in case some weirdo tried to get your address and information. “I like that name.” Smiling softly, he opens the box, and your heart is literally going to explode because not only did he say your name, he was about to open your gift, and he actually noticed you. “Oh wow,” he laughs airily. “Y/n, if you’re watching this, you’re very, very naughty.” he looks into the lens, smirking, and you think you’re about to die cause your poor heart can’t take much more you were literally still processing the fact that he said your name. “Look what she bought me, guys” he shows the camera the suctioning masturbator toy you sent him. “You,” he clicks his tongue, and he’s more than amused cause out of all the toys he received, this was by far the most enticing to him. “Must really want me to feel good,” he finishes, looking at all the different functions of the toy.

Your face heats up from his words, and that alone has you rubbing your thighs together.

“What do you say, guys? Should we end it here now that all the gifts are open, or should I use it?” The amount of comments flooding in telling him to use it made him chuckle with amusement. “You all must really want it yeah?” His tone switches to a much different one than his usual bubbly online personality.

“Please,” you whimper in your quiet bedroom, desperately hoping he’d use it even though you didn’t know if your poor heart could take it.

“Yes, please.”

You type out knowing he won’t see it, but you still do it anyway, and he doesn’t see it not until he notices the comments replying to you and mentioning how happy they are that you bought him the gift cause thanks to you, they were going to get a really good show tonight.

You respond to them, giggling and blushing shyly from all the sudden attention.

“Well, y/n, my viewers seem to be even more appreciative of the gift than me,” he laughs, still looking at the countless comments coming in of fans wishing they were you and saying how they wished they had of thought of buying it for him instead. “Okay, guys, what about me?” He whines and pouts at the camera cause you had taken over his stream in the comments.

“Sorry, Ethan, but I want y/n now,” he reads one of the comments out loud. “What if I already want her?” He quirks a brow, playing into the banter. Meanwhile, you’re hyperventilating cause he’s really noticing you.

“Then I’ll fight you for her,” he reads their response after keeping an eye out for their username.

“Then let’s settle it, y/n. Who do you want, me or (Ethan’s number one fan)?” he waits for a reply from you, trying to keep up with all the incoming comments.

Cause this was all a joke anyways, you just decided to tease him. Obviously, if it came down to it, you’d pick him, but this was all harmless fun. “I’ll take (Ethan’s number one fan),” you reply with a giggle.

“Wow, y/n,” Ethan gasped, pretending to be offended and clutching his heart. “Well, guys, I’m ending the stream. y/n broke my heart, and I’m throwing her gift away,” he says dramatically, and the comments flood with laughing and crying emojis. “But y/n, I am really sad,” he pouts, putting on his streaming persona once again. “By the end of this stream, I’ll make you want me instead.”

Your laughter dies down when he says that, and all of the sudden, you feel arousal pooling in your stomach from his deep voice.

He quickly opens your package, grabbing the toy, and setting it on his desk while he rolls his chair back to stand up and give the camera a view of his clad bulge. “I’ll make you regret choosing them over me.” he wasn’t even aware when his stream had started taking this direction, but since his viewers were playing into it, he did, too. “Ethan’s jealous,” he reads another comment out loud. “Of course I’m jealous” he palms over his cock softly moaning at the contact. “Wouldn’t you be if someone bought you gifts and then left you for someone else?”

At this point, you don’t even know what’s going on. You can’t tell if he’s serious or if he’s just seriously good at entertaining his viewers, but you just decided to enjoy the show, not putting much thought into it.

He pulls the waistband of his sweats down, showing the prominent bulge in his underwear. “You like what you see?” He says, looking into the camera, cupping his clothed balls as he turns a bit to show the precum wetting the front of his boxers.

The donations were already coming in since the start, but now they were flooding in one right after the other. “You all must be feeling a little needy tonight. So many donations and I haven’t even shown you my cock yet,” he teased, which prompted even more donations to come in. “Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t. I mean, I already made double my goal,” he continues to tease, and within seconds, he surpasses his goal by three times more. “Yeah, you’re all really desperate for me tonight.” he hooks his thumb into his waistband, stretching the elastic and letting it snap against his waist as he whimpers from the pleasuring sting. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave until every single last one of you are satisfied” he drops his boxers around his ankles, his pearly tip gleaming in the light as his cock stands tall.

You lick your lips, gulping harshly as your eyes trail over every vein, every pulse and twitch of his cock. It looks so pretty you want him in your mouth so bad you wish you could just drop down to your knees for him as he feeds you inch after inch of his long thick cock.

“You regretting your choice yet y/n?” He says playfully, swaying his hips as you watch his length swinging back and forth.

Too wrapped up in his beauty, you don’t even reply as you slip a hand in your underwear to quell the pulsing of your pussy.

Grabbing the lube you sent him along with the toy, he can’t help but smile mischievously. “My oh my strawberry?” He chuckles, popping off the cap. “What are we gonna do with you y/n?” There’s a double meaning behind his words as he slathers his cock in the flavored lube you bought for him and he can’t help but go lower to fondle his balls. “So good.” he lets his head fall back, eyes closing tightly as he puffs out a breath at the pleasuring sensation of the lube coating his sensitive tip, and he makes a mental note to buy this lube the next time he runs out cause it felt so smooth and creamy soft on his girth and he thinks you really took your time and did your research.

He looks back at the screen, looking through some comments while he bites on his lower lip and tugs at his thick base. “Stop teasing,” he smiles while reading the comment. “But I’m having so much fun,” he laughs as more of the same comments come in. “Fine, fine.” he sits back down on his chair, the camera angle giving his viewers a perfect look between his toned legs. “Sweet,” he hums, sucking each one of his thick fingers clean of the strawberry-flavored lube, and he’s definitely gonna have to buy more of that sooner than later.

“Ethan,” moaning his name, you gather your wetness on your fingers, playing with your pussy lips as you watch him sucking his fingers, wishing he was sucking on your clit instead.

“Time for what we’ve all been waiting for.” he looks into the camera, eyes clouded over with a small smirk on his face. “Ready y/n?” He says teasingly, and you feel more than just a tingle between your thighs as more wetness helplessly seeps from your hole. “Guess she’s too busy to respond,” he winks at the camera, and you can’t help but feel shy because he’s right. You were too busy fingering yourself to reply.

You have to take a deep breath or two because you’ve never felt so worked up before. The fact he was actually using what you bought him just made it all the better, too.

He holds his length at the base guiding his dripping tip to the hole and sinking the toy down on his cock with a sharp hiss. “Hmm fuck” his jaw falls slack as he bottoms out. He knew it’d feel good, but not this good. “Mhm,” he whimpers. “Guess I’m a little more sensitive than usual today,” he chuckles breathlessly as he stills inside the toy, giving himself a minute to adjust to the intense pleasure.

Oh, how you wish you were that toy. You’d let him use you however he liked. You’d take load after load of his cum and let him fuck you senselessly until his balls are empty and your pussy is stuffed full of his warm cum.

He turns it on the lowest setting first, and even that feels so overwhelming. “Fuck that’s so good” he closes his eyes, too lost in pleasure to focus on reading any comments. He fiddles with the heating setting, and his mouth falls open when he feels the warmth encasing his hard length. The suction mixed with vibration was so pleasurable he couldn’t help but groan. “Fuck me,” he bites on his lip, slipping a hand to the bottom of his hoodie to lift it up and reveal his broad chest.

Your eyes flutter, watching him getting off on the toy you bought him. His voice sounded so hot, all breathy and whiny, and for a moment, you almost felt like he was right there with you.

Rubbing your clit in circles, you mewl out his name helplessly, whining and begging for him cause you need him inside of you so bad.

“Fuck I’m sorry, guys. I’m not gonna last long at all just feels too fucking good” his body goes limp in his chair, letting the toy do all the work on his cock while he toys with his nipples. With trembling hands, he grabs the lube, squeezing a dollop on his nipple and pinching the hard little nub as he moans out loud. This was by far the most pleasure he’d ever felt. It was so good he almost forgot he was on stream. The only thing keeping him somewhat coherent was the donation sounds coming from his computer.

“It’s okay, Ethan, you can let go,” you whisper to yourself halfway in and halfway out of it as you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure.

Beads of sweat drip from underneath his beaning and trickle down his jaw, the light in his room illuminating the sheen on his flushed chest. “This is for you, y/n,” he pants and stands up right in front of the camera, giving a clear view of everything including his pleasured face.

He removed the toy from his length right as he was cumming and spills an overwhelming amount of cum on his desk and monitor a few splashes hitting his camera lens, and that’s what sent you over the edge, back arching off your bed as you rubbed your clit until you were creaming at the sight of his white pearly cum pooling on his desk.

He whimpered with every spurt cock desperately twitching with arousal until he was milked completely dry.

Catching your breath at the same time as him, you cuddle into yourself, covering up with your blanket as your body shakes and pulses with the aftermath of complete utter euphoria.

“Wow,” he tosses his beanie off to the side, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair before pulling up his pants. “So now, y/n, who do you pick?” He grins, breath still a little uneven cause that orgasm really was something special he swears he’s never cum that much ever.

You grin and type out a reply. “I pick you, Ethan.” awaiting your comment, he smiles and lowers his head while chuckling softly.

It was fun while it lasted, but he felt like he was gonna crash any moment now. “Hmm, that’s a good girl,” he says, and your heart flutters. He ignores all the jealous comments coming in. As much as he’d like to stay and entertain everyone, he had to get some rest soon. “Well, I think I’ll end it here. Thanks for all the gifts and donations tonight. I really appreciate and love you all. See you all next stream,” he winks. “And y/n, I had fun. Hope to see you next time.” he blows a kiss to you or his camera. You’re not quite sure, but either way, it makes you blush, and you’ll definitely see him next stream.

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[elvensorceress]

In all the excitement about bi!Buck, (which— yay! Amazing! Very exciting! No notes!) I think there’s a part of this story we’re missing. I haven’t seen anyone talk about it, so have some rambling.

 It wasn’t just Buck who looked at this experienced, older, queer man and wanted to know him. It was also Eddie. 

We have never seen Eddie go so hard, so immediately for anyone. To the point his best friend of years felt like he was being ignored by him. Yes, Buck wanted Tommy’s attention for obvious reasons. But he was also slighted by the perceived lack of attention from Eddie. 

Suddenly, Eddie is spending multiple times a week going out with this man. Going to Vegas with this man. Working out with him, working on his car with him, doing karaoke and trivia night with him? Asking his alleged girlfriend to babysit more than once so that he can go out with Tommy? Obviously, it was from jealous!Buck’s point of view, but seriously. If Buck felt ignored, what is Marisol even thinking? Did Eddie bother to make time for his new girlfriend? What spare time would he even have if they work several 24 hour shifts and he’s also gone out with Tommy at least three times in one week? And is probably planning more?

Not that I think Eddie’s feelings for Tommy are necessarily in the same vein as Buck’s feelings for Tommy. But my gosh, Eddie giggly and kicking his feet and twirling his hair while on the phone with Tommy was so very loud. And actually a pretty neat contrast to being distracted and trying to text Marisol “hey mari it me eddie” to ask her out. Eddie’s sudden infatuation with Tommy was a thousand times more than anything we’ve seen from him for anyone. Considering that what he stated he wanted was the magical chemistry he’d found when he and Shannon got together, like… is that not what he just found with Tommy? 

Again, it doesn’t necessarily mean Eddie has any explicit romantic or sexual attraction toward Tommy. I suppose he could? But the point is more that wow, there is some kind of intense draw pulling Eddie to him even if we interpret it as platonic. 

Buck says at the end of the ep that they met this guy and he was so cool and Buck wanted to get to know him. Which makes sense given that Buck is canonically crushing on him and going to be dating him. But Eddie was actually the one who got there first. Eddie also had a reaction somewhere along those lines of “he’s really cool, I need to know him” to the point where he’s all of a sudden spending most if not all of his free time with him. 

And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this person Eddie wants to spend time with is an experienced, out queer man who is comfortable in his own sexuality and his own masculinity. (He has so much in common with Eddie! They have so many similar interests! They have a magical click together that makes Eddie want to be around him all the time! There’s so much they can do together!) 

Eddie might not have even known it, maybe in the same way Buck also didn’t know it, but Eddie definitely latched onto that, too. Which is very interesting, no? Very— queers finding each other and bonding over shared experiences even before they know that’s what they’re doing. 

It can easily be someone who is likely confused about their own feelings but knows they are having certain feelings just not the names to put to those feelings, and consequently seeking guidance and reassurance that there are other people who are just like them who have these feelings as well. It’s realizing how they can be themselves, that they can be queer in a way that fits who they are instead of what they might conceptualize as queer because of stereotypes and preconceived notions. It’s learning you can be you and also be queer. That there are people like you out there. 

Eddie found something with Tommy that he hasn’t been shown to have found anywhere else. It’s a new and different thing for him, too. And if it were just about excitement over a new friend, why is it so much so quickly all at once? Eddie’s a social person. He’s a friendly, charming, charismatic person. He has friends. But it feels like this is a very different sort of friendship for him. 

And the fact that this is the same man who just gave Buck his bisexual awakening is verrrry inch resting. 

Also regardless of what kind of feelings Eddie and Tommy might have been having for each other, they were so going on dates. Flying someone to Vegas because you have tickets that have been sold out for weeks to something they enjoy? Like damn Eddie. You pulled a sugar daddy. 

Anyway. Eddie is queer, too. Double sexuality awakenings, ready go!

That is all! 💕

[chryblossomjjk]

distractions | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 1.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: cute couple content, they drop the 'l' word guys, n*pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm*t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ NOTES: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?” 

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you. 

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole. 

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon. 

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.” 

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks. 

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable. 

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent. 

And you feel the same exact way. 

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

[sphireath-wisp]

#Amator

Sypnosis: Things they love doing for you - no matter how ridiculous it is, no matter how terrible they are at doing it, no matter how many failed attempts it costs them, no matter how much time and energy it eats up of their day, no matter how much it inconvenienced them.

Warnings: not proofread (as usual)

Notes: The word 'amateur' originates from the word 'amator' which is Latin for lover/to love/love. An interpretation of it could be to do something for the love of it, to do something simply because you love it. Amateurs at loving learning how to love and loving no matter how horrible they are at it.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser - who plans dates beforehand as he learns more about you, who loves being cheesy and romantic, with flowers and decorations so extravagant that they could be considered tacky.

Kaiser, oh Kaiser. He never fails to surprise and keep you on your toes. He doesn't care when you've grown a 6th sense for whatever he's scheming because it just proves that you've spent a lot of time with him - so much to the point where you recognise that smirk on his face the moment he's planning something.

With a bouquet of your favourite flowers, he masks how he's simply a bundle of nerves - all jittery and antsy - with his usual charming grin. Kaiser ponders if this is enough for you, if this date was too sudden, if he got you a big enough bouquet, but his doubts wash away when your skin meets his. Your kisses leave him breathless, his mind goes blank and the only thought he could process is how he wants more.

"Too much?" He repeats after you, laughing at the idea that something like this is too much when he was just worrying that this wasn't enough to wow you just moments ago. If this is too much, you have no other choice than to get used to it. Get ready for your whole world to be shaken by him since he'll swoop you off your feet without an ounce of hesitation.

"Meine Liebe, this isn't too much," he's firm, confident as usual. He knows that he means every word. Tucking a strand of your hair away from your pretty face, he doesn't realize the way his smile grows.

Perhaps that's what makes him so naturally charming about him - how he's so romantic and old-school it almost makes you want to barf. Cheesy love letters, dancing at midnight in the kitchen alongside an empty bottle of wine, symphonies of hums and laughter fill the room.

When you fall in love with him even deeper, he notices, yet not a word is uttered - no teasing or playful bantering tonight. Good, keep looking at him like that, you're always so enchanting to the point where he'd do this all over again to get another look at your lovestruck face.

Sae Itoshi - whose thoughts are constantly being eaten up by you despite the minimal chances you both get to bask in each other's presence, who poorly imitates the example of so-called 'romantic gestures' until he becomes good at it.

He finds himself at the front step of a local flower shop, mind consumed by you even during his morning jogs. With a hesitant step into the shop, teal eyes wander every bouquet on display. Frequently, his teammates would buy gifts such as this for their significant others, so you would like it if he did the same... right?

Sae is quick to learn that he should prepare something to say beforehand.

"Oh, you bought this for me?" You ask aloud, a little stunned by the sudden act. "Mm," is all Sae replies with, calmly passing you the bouquet. You clasp it in your hands with a touch much more gentle compared to his.

"Thank you, sweetheart," You croon the endearing term you assigned him, something only you call him, something only he allows you to call him, and something that he's grown fond of. Silence sits in the air as he sits down across from you, the piping hot cup of coffee you never fail to prepare for him on the table.

"Something wrong?"

"...Nothing."

"Sae... I can tell when something is on your mind." a sigh, "It's okay. Take your time to open up to me."

He pauses. Scratching the back of his neck, his gaze flickers between you and the cup of coffee. "Sorry, things became awkward all of a sudden. I bought you that bouquet impulsively."

You chuckle, shaking your head. "I don't mind. If that's how you want to show me that you love me, that isn't wrong either. There's no wrong way to love." The rain outside gets heavier, the sound of rain hitting the windows filling the room as you inch your hands closer to his.

"What's your favorite flower?" Sae speaks up, eyes stuck your hands when they encase his, fingers re-exploring every crease of his palm. "I never got to ask before." A newfound determination can be found in the firm grip he has on you, spine straightening.

"I don't have a favorite but I guess... orchids." You grin, "You just bought me orchids after all."

Seishiro Nagi - who's always on your side, who learns your non-verbal cues

"Wow, you're so capable," Your friend sighs, sarcasm evident in their tone. Eyes rolling as you nudge them, laughing along and apologizing. Leaving your bag with Nagi, you turned and made your way back to your apartment - which wasn't so far away.

"Jeez, if we're late, this is going to be all their fault," Your friend leans their weight on one leg, shaking their head in disappointment. "Gosh, they're so forgetful, it's annoying sometimes."

"(Name) just forgot, no big deal," Nagi murmured to your friend. He finds his mood souring when they criticise you, jaw clenching unconsciously at their words when he's usually so nonchalant about things. "We rushed 'em too," he continues, failing to notice how adamant he is about defending you.

"I'm just saying,"

Nagi's usual frown deepens by a bit as he bites the inside of his cheek.

Noticing the stifling tension in the air, your friend opens their mouth but eventually purses their lips in thought, deciding to hold back their retorts. "...Should we just go first? I don't wanna be late. Plus, (Name) knows the way there anyway."

"You go, 'm gonna wait for (Name)," Nagi sits down on a bench, placing your bag on his lap and hugging it to his chest. He doesn't notice when your friend has turned heel and left - or rather, he doesn't really care enough to notice. By the time you find him, he's on his phone and busy playing games.

You tap him on the shoulder. "Where's (Friend's Name)?" He shrugs. "Left first."

"Oh..." Your tone dips.

"Upset?" He notices.

You nod your head, "Kinda."

"It's okay," he replies. What you assume to be a half-hearted attempt at consoling you works out splendidly when he pulls you into a hug. "Don't worry about them, let's go. We could even ditch them and go home if you wanna."

Reo Mikage - who doesn't believe in being 'desperate' when you're too in love with someone to care, who can't believe you when you tell him that he's your dream guy.

"Another one?! I live in an apartment, not a garden, Reo!" An exasperated sigh escapes you, but you can't stay mad at him for long when puppy dog eyes stare back at you. A wide grin spreads on his face, entering your house as if it were his own as he settles the bouquet down on your coffee table.

Since starting your relationship, Reo has insisted on being a gentleman - opening doors for you, carrying your stuff, and learning more about you and your struggles once you're comfortable enough to open up to him. As if he wasn't enough of a dreamboat and too lucky of a catch for you, he never fails to send you flowers every week.

Even on the weeks he's busy, he'll have them delivered, even profusely apologizing because he couldn't meet you face-to-face even though the gesture alone made your heart melt. He excels at everything, and charming you is one of the things he's particularly good at.

"Are they becoming a hassle for you, babe?" Reo asks, strolling around to realize that you've built up quite the collection of flowers. "I could rent out somewhere for you to keep them all."

"That's too much. Plus, I like having them here," He nods at your words, taking quick notice of the sticky note you attached to the stem of each bouquet - keeping track of which date he gave these flowers to you on.

"Are you sure? You don't have to keep them all. Throw them out if you have to."

"Positive. I can somewhat garden now thanks to you."

Taglist: @dewwberry, @saenora, @van1lla-alt

[azaarchiive]

☆ blackout - tooru oikawa

note; a cute little fluffy one shot about a blackout in your neighbourhood and what you both do to pass that time ❤️. gn reader, use of petname (baby), suggestive jokes, you and oikawa are married, time skip oikawa, they are in argentina (this doesn’t add anything to the plot but it’s just fun to know). 999 words

in a blink of an eye, the house was engulfed in darkness. a shrill shriek from tooru echoed within the apartment you both shared.

“are you ok?” you yelled out to him, only to be met with no response.

you quickly obtained your phone, turned on your flashlight, and went on a manhunt for the man himself.

he wasn’t hard to find, as his tall figure was already coming out of the shower, only covered with a towel, still slightly soapy. a dejected look plastered on his perfect face as he tried to dry himself from his unsatisfying shower.

“well this sucks, you would think that since we pay a shit-ton of money to live here, we would at least have the ability to enjoy a shower.” tooru rolled his eyes as he whined childishly.

your eyes, however, were glued to his wet, muscular chest, illuminated by your flashlight from your phone. your initial worry washed away at this sight of his damp hair that stuck to his forehead and his body gleaming due to the water, enhancing every detail of his muscle.

“wow, so while we’re going through a crisis, all you can think about is sex?” tooru joked as he waved his hand in your clearly distracted face.

“um- actually, i was thinking of ways to keep us safe.” you lied, hiding your giggled through a bright smile.

“does it involve my naked body?” tooru took a couple steps closer towards you, wrapping his arms around you which, in result, dampened your clothes.

“tooru! your making me wet.” you complained, trying to push him off which was proving futile. this was the same guy that could lift twice your weight at the gym so you were definitely trapped.

“you are just begging for it, aren’t ya’ ?” tooru smirked as you got more flustered.

“tooru, we are in a crisis and all you can think off is sex? you are a terrible person.” you joked, mimicking what he said earlier as he finally let you free of his tight grip.

tooru laughed in response before sighing and looking around, remembering the situation they were currently in.

“well… what do we do?” tooru asked, leaning on the wall next to him.

“hm..” you put a finger on your chin as you thought of possible (family friendly) activities that you both could do.

“i have an idea!” you finally said after a beat of silence.

“ok, you get dressed quick and come downstairs as soon as you can!” you ushered tooru into the bedroom and slammed the door while giggling. you ran down the stairs to get started on your master plan.

tooru, on the other hand, was a little dazed from the sudden rushed conversation, but nonetheless, decided not to question it. tooru could tell you needed time to prepare so he took his time changing, trying desperately to ignore the clattering of many objects that echoed from downstairs to the bedroom. however, he had trust in you.

(maybe too much trust but his love for you would never allow him to say that)

before he could even register, he heard a call of his name from you. tooru finalised his comfy clothes with a pair of fuzzy socks that had your face printed on them, courtesy of his truly.

tooru soon left the bedroom and made his way downstairs, slowly stepping down the stairs whilst hearing your shuffling towards the bottom of the staircase.

“are you ready?” you asked him.

“are you going to kill me?” tooru replied, your figure soon coming into his field of vision as he almost finished travelling the flight of stairs.

“baby, if i wanted to kill you, i would’ve done it the night we married.” you explained.

“what the- why?! not to mention, that answer was way to quick for my liking.” tooru whined, soon coming face to face with you.

“the money, obviously. you were so obsessed with me that i don’t even think you would mind me stealing all your cash.” you wrapped your arms around him, a teasing smile dancing on your lips.

“i probably wouldn’t, unless you were going with another man. then i would just go batshit crazy.” tooru chuckled, moving forward to place a peck on your lips.

both your lips connected for only half a second, but it felt longer as you pulled away and stared into each others eyes. the maze with each others orbs that both have spent years learning and searching now feeling easy to navigate. the marriage you both had was easy to navigate because you both loved each other in ways no one could ever understand or imagine.

“what’s the surprise you had for me, hon’ ?” tooru asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you stepped aside and watch him marvel at your work.

it was a pillow fort. candles were lit up everywhere which explained the random influx of a vanilla scent wafting through the apartment and random assortments of pillows and blankets were thrown to make a fort. a bowl of fruits were placed neatly on the desk table beside the fort and contained a variety of different fruits, all tooru’s favourite.

“fuck, how the hell did you do this in such a short amount of time?” tooru questioned, staring amazed at the highly illuminated living room.

“i don’t know, just got them skills, you know?” you laughed.

“well, it’s beautiful princess. come, we need to go in there, now!” tooru dragged you towards the fort, giggling as you both snuggled into the pillow fort.

“now that i’m thinking about it, this probably isn’t safe.” tooru raised his eyebrow.

“you’re such a loser, like just have fun you party pooper.” you jokingly rolled your eyes.

“oh fuck me for wanting to live.” tooru laid back on the ground, you shortly followed him and laid down right in his chest whilst he put his arm around you.

“yeah, you’re ruining my master plan to kill you and steal your money.” you giggled.

“oh i apologise, next time i’ll abide by the plan and die gracefully.” tooru dramatically responded, to which you responded in a sweets smile.

you’re so happy you married him.

[avastrasposts]

A Baker's Dozen - Two

Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stand alone short stories, all set in the same bakery.

Hello!

I'm so overwhelmed and grateful for all the lovely comment you all left on the first part of A Baker's Dozen! I'm having so much fun exploring what it's like to write for different Pedro boys and finding their voices.

For those of you who are new, we've got twelve Pedro boys, twelve short stories, each set in the same bakery.

It's fluff and sweetness, lots of food and flirting. Series Master List

Taglist: @harriedandharassed @inept-the-magnificent @sheepdogchick3  @readingiskeepingmegoing @noisynightmarepoetry @survivingandenduring

The glare is what catches your eye first, sunlight bounces off the shiny metal surface and hits your face through the window. You shield your eyes and glance at the door as it swings open, for a second you can’t see who steps through, you’re almost blinded, but as the door swings closed, he, or she, comes into focus. 

“Hi, welcome!” you say, trying to keep your voice steady as the imposing figure takes a few tentative steps into your bakery. 

“Heading for a con?” you ask, glancing up and down the impressive outfit. 

“A con?” 

The voice that comes through the helmet is deep and resonates through what almost sounds like a speaker. It’s definitely a man, if the sheer size of the body didn’t give it away. He’s tall, broad and made even broader by the metal pauldrons on his shoulders. A heavy belt hangs around his narrow waist as if to emphasize the sheer build of this hunk of metal that’s standing in the middle of your shop, looking somewhat lost despite the fact that you can't see his face under a solid looking metal helmet. 

“Yeah, like a convention, where people meet and dress as their favorite characters from tv-shows and stuff. Are you going to a con?” 

“No,” comes the short answer.

He looks around the bakery, the black T of his visor seemingly scanning the selection of bread and cakes you have for sale today. 

“Something smells…good,” he says, turning his helmet back onto you and you can’t help but smile. 

“Thanks, yeah, I had a pretty tasty selection today, but most of it’s already been sold,” you wave your hand over the mostly empty display cases, “Do you want to buy something?” 

“I…don’t think I have credit,” he hesitates but he takes another step into the shop, glancing down at the croissants stacked in a basket next to the till. 

“We accept cash too,” you reply, “you don’t need a credit card.” 

“No, I mean, I don’t have the right…currency for your world.” 

“Oh…” you frown, did he just say ‘your world’? 

You mentally shake your head, a misunderstanding, surely.

“I mean, I could let you sample something, then maybe you’ll come back with the right currency,” you say, smiling at the man. He sounds a bit confused and your customer service persona kicks in, unwilling to let someone leave without trying something that’ll get them to come back. 

“I don't know what you sell here,” he says, “I have never seen food like this before.” 

“Oh, really? What kind of baked goods do you have where you’re from?” you ask, surprised, you were sure pretty anyone would recognise at least a muffin and a cookie, both on display in your cases. 

The tall metal man comes closer, standing next to the counter and looking at the selection, “We have many baked things where I’m from, but I have never tried any of them.” 

“You’ve never had dessert?” you ask incredulously, “I have dessert every day, it’s a must!”. 

“I’m Mandalorian, food is only energy for our bodies, we don’t indulge in it,” he straightens up when he says it, his hands falling to his hips. He looks imposing, like a warrior all of a sudden, and his voice takes on a serious note. 

“Oh, wow, I didn’t know that was a thing, a mandalorian, huh” you raise your eyebrows, this guy doesn’t even seem like a cosplayer. Or he’s really in character. 

“Are you not allowed to eat dessert at all, or is it just like, not an everyday kinda thing?”  

“I can eat what I want but I’ve never had a need for dessert,” the voice coming through the helmet is a rich baritone, but holds a guarded edge, like the owner is trying to navigate something unfamiliar.

“I mean…technically there’s never a need for dessert, but I eat it everyday anyway. A good dessert is sometimes the only way to fix a bad day,” you give him your warmest smile, trying to make him feel a bit more at ease as you go back to straightening up your counter for the end of the day. 

“What’s this?” The man points to the croissants on the counter and you pick one up with the tongs, holding it out to him. 

“It’s a croissant, a French type of pastry. It’s not sweet, just has a metric ton of butter in it. It’s really flaky as you can see. Go on, try it.” 

“I don’t remove my helmet in front of other people,” he replies and your eyebrows shoot even higher up into your hairline. 

“What…but why?” The second the question comes out of your mouth you regret it, “Sorry, don’t answer that, it’s none of my business.” 

“You can ask, I don’t mind,” he says and you think you hear a slight smile from behind the helmet. “I’m Mandalorian, it’s my religion, and we don’t remove our helmets in front of others, it is the way.” 

“So you only eat alone?” you ask, curiosity overtaking your embarrassment and he nods. 

“Yes, we never share a meal with others.”  

“How sad, for me I mean,” you say, “One of the best parts about being a baker is seeing when others eat what I’ve made, I love seeing their reactions. If you try something, I won’t know what you think about it.” 

“I can just turn my back to you and lift my helmet a little,” he replies, and you can definitely hear the smile in his voice now. It changes the tone of his voice, as it comes through the helmet, makes it warmer, softer, and you smile back at him. 

“What do you want to try then?” you ask, “If you’ve never had dessert then I have to give you something special to try.”

“I don’t know,” he looks around the cakes and cookies on display and shakes his head, “I can read your signs but I don’t know what cinnamon or vanilla tastes like, or this one.” He points to a stack of millionaire’s shortbread, “I have never heard of peanuts.” 

“Well, in that case, just in case you're allergic to peanuts, let’s not start with them,” you grin, “the last thing I need is you passing out from an allergic shock in my shop. That armor looks a lot heavier than what I can lift.” 

The Mandalorian looks down at the plates that cover almost every part of his body, “It’s made from beskar, it’s a metal from my home world.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you say, and you mean it. The metal is polished and rich looking, a light gray color that catches the light as he moves, “It’s a very beautiful armor.” 

“Do you want to hold a piece?” he asks, looking over at you again, or at least you think he’s looking at you, it’s hard to tell with the helmet. 

“Is that allowed?” you ask, “I don’t want you to break any rules in your religion.” 

“There is no rule against this,” he says, reaching up and taking off one of the shoulder pauldrons. It has the image of a dangerous looking animal that you don’t recognise, and as he hands it over, you see him reverently brush his fingers over it. Carefully you take it from his gloved hands, the metal warm to the touch, and just as heavy as it looks. 

“It’s warm!” you say surprised and he nods. 

“It holds my body heat easily, good for cold climates.” 

You don’t know why, maybe because you can’t see even a sliver of skin on the man, but the thought of holding something that’s been warmed by his body heat, makes you slightly aroused. He could look like anything underneath all that metal and cloth, but his voice, his rich, low voice through the helmet, and his sheer imposing presence, makes you almost subconsciously attracted to him. 

He comes around the counter and stands close as you turn the pauldron over in your hands, tracing the outline of the animal, feeling the warmth of his body. 

“What is this animal?” you ask, looking up at your own reflection in his visor, “I’ve never seen one like it before.” 

“It’s a mudhorn, it’s the mark of my clan.” He traces his fingers along the animal too, brushing against yours as you marvel at the intricate work. 

“Thank you,” you say, handing the pauldron back as the touch of his fingers against yours becomes too much to handle, “Thank you for letting me hold it.” 

“You’re welcome,” he says, his voice lower now that he’s standing next to you. You watch as he clicks the pauldron into place on his shoulder again. 

How do you flirt with a man whose face you can’t even see? you wonder as he turns his visor back on you. It seems like he holds you in place for a few seconds before you slowly have to turn yourself away from him and the intensity of his sightless gaze. 

“So you’ve never had dessert and you don’t know what any of this tastes like?” you say, giving your own cakes a critical look. 

“No,” comes the voice from the man beside you, “Maybe you can choose for me?”

“Hmm…that’s a big ask. Your first dessert has to be something really special, but maybe not too overwhelming, and not too sweet either because if you’re not used to it, then sugar can be a bit too much. And it has to have the right combination of textures too so that you get the full experience and then maybe it should be-” you cut yourself off and look up at the man who’s shifted his weight, leaning against the counter and looking at you with his head cocked to the side. “Sorry, I’m rambling, I went into full baker mode.” 

“No, go on, I enjoy hearing you analyze my first dessert experience,” he says, encouraging you to go on by putting his hand on your arm. The little touch makes you tremble slightly and you pray he doesn’t notice through the soft looking leather of his gloves. 

“Really?” you ask, “Because I have an idea but I’d have to bake something for you, are you in a hurry?” 

“No, I’m waiting for someone and they won’t be here until tomorrow,” he says, dropping his hand from your arm, “What would you make me?” 

“Do you mind if I keep it a surprise? Only, I want you to have the best possible first dessert experience” 

“I usually don’t like surprises but I’ll make an exception for dessert. And for you,” there’s a small chuckle from behind the helmet and it makes you smile. 

“I’m honored,” you say, “come into my kitchen, I think I have what I need for what I was thinking of making.” 

You sidestep him, making him turn sideways as you brush past him, and you don’t miss the way his hand comes up to the small of your back as he walks just behind you into the kitchen. 

Your kitchen is big enough but the metal clad man takes up a lot of space as you direct him to stand by your workbench. He looks around it as you start going through your stores. 

“I’ve never been inside a professional kitchen before,” he says, “I can see that you’re used to a lot of metal.” 

You glance around at all the stainless steel counters and shelves that line the walls, stacked high with stainless steel pans, bowls and baking trays, and then the big shiny door that leads into your walk-in fridge before it hits you.

“Did you just make a joke about your armor?” you snort. But the man behind the helmet remains motionless and soundless as the giggle dies in your throat, afraid that you’ve somehow offended him. You look at him, your cheeks heating up, and then he chuckles loudly. 

“Yes.” 

“Oh fuck off, you’re terrible,” you exhale in relief, but smiling again, “I thought I’d insulted your religion or something.” 

“No, jokes are allowed,” he says and you hear the mirth in his voice clearly this time, behind the visor he must be grinning widely. 

“No more bad jokes, or you won’t get my dessert,” you give him a mock scolding look but he just tilts his head sideways. 

“There’s another joke in that sentence,” he says, still a smile in his voice, “but I don’t want to miss out on your dessert.” 

The innuendo is heavy and you have to bite back your grin, there’s no doubting his flirting tone, and instead focus on pulling lemons, sugar and butter from your stores. 

“If you say so,” you huff and he chuckles, coming to stand next to you while you start prepping. 

“So can you tell me what you’re doing at least?” he asks, picking up one of the lemons and turning over in his hand. 

“I’m making you a pie, I already have the dough ready for the crust so I’m just going to roll it out and blind bake it before I make the filling,” you say, bringing out the rolling pin and the slab of pie dough you had in the fridge. 

“I’ve never had pie,” he replies, “but I’ve seen them sold.” 

“What do you eat?” you ask and you see him shrug, shifting a bit. 

“Just…well, mostly freeze dried stuff that I can just add water to when I travel,” he says, “bone broth is nice too.” He shrugs again and you shake your head. 

“You need to live a little, try some different food, life’s too short to live on freeze dried camping food and bone broth. Doesn’t your wife cook for you?” The last thing slips out without you thinking, your mouth racing ahead of your mind and you bite your tongue, apologizing again. 

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to pry, or assume that you’re married, or that a wife should cook. Or that it would be a wife, just ignore me, I’m alone too much in the bakery,” you ramble, trying to catch up with yourself. 

Beside you the Mandalorian shifts and stands with his hip leaning against the workbench so that he’s looking directly at you, he’s crossed his arms and cocked his head and it shouldn’t be that sexy, you can’t even see him, but it’s making your heart rate speed up as your cheeks go warm again. 

“No, no wife,” he says, his voice somehow even lower than before, “no one to cook for me, and I wouldn’t expect my wife to cook for me either,” he shifts his weight, putting one hand down on the workbench, the other on his hip, “But it would be a wife.”

You refuse to look at him, it won’t give you anything, just that stupid shiny helmet. But you can hear the smirk in his voice, so you just nod your head. 

“Good to know,” you press out, very much focused on rolling the dough to a perfect circle which isn’t strictly necessary. 

“And you?” his asks, his low baritone vibrating the air around you as he seems to step even closer. His chest plate isn’t touching you but if you turn your head, your breath will fog on it. “Anyone to cook for you at home?” 

“Uhm…no,” you stutter, “just me.” 

If this was a normal man you’d expect to turn your head now and look at him and he’d ask if he could kiss you, or he’d lean in closer and just do it. But the helmet is in the way, how the hell is he so flirty with that damn helmet? He does know how to kiss, doesn’t he? 

“I’m ju-just going to put this in the oven,” you say, trimming the edges of the pie crust, leaving the scraps of dough on the bench. 

“Ok,” he says, still with a smile in his voice, watching as you line the pie with a sheet and then baking beads, before sliding it into the oven. 

“What’s next, the filling?” he asks and you nod. 

“Yeah, I’m going to zest and squeeze these lemons,” you pick up the one he’s left on the bench and show him how you get the zest off into a bowl. 

“Have you had lemons before?” you ask and he nods. 

“Yes, I think so, or something similar. But it was very sour,” he bends forward and looks closely at the zest you’ve mixed with some sugar. “It smells good though, do you often use them in pies?” 

“Yeah, and they’re amazing in anything baked, as long as you have enough sugar.” 

“I trust your skills as a baker,” he says and you smile at him. 

“Thanks, I think you’ll really like this.”

He stays still a beat as you turn back to the lemons, “I already do,” he says, a whisper, just loud enough to escape the helmet. For a second you’re not sure he meant for you to hear it, and you let your hands continue squeezing the lemons before giving him a quick glance. It tells you nothing, the man might as well be a statue. 

You start separating the eggs, letting the egg whites slip through your fingers, holding onto the yolks, until all five are neatly laying on the bottom of your mixing bowl. The silence is stretching between you and the man, still standing still, leaning slightly on the edge of the workbench. You can feel his eyes on you behind the helmet, watching as you stir together the filling, lemon juice, zest, sugar, corn starch, it all comes together. 

“Can I ask you something?” You look up at him, slowly stirring the cubes of butter into the lemon mixture. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to though, it’s kinda personal.” 

“Ok,” he says, cocking his head to the left. 

“How…h-have…h-ow do you kiss if you can’t take the helmet off?” 

He doesn’t move, the blank front of the visor steadily trained on you. 

“Nevermind, it was a stupid question, don’t answer that,” you mumble, dropping your gaze back to the filling. 

“No, it’s not a stupid question,” he says, and you feel the soft leather of his gloved hand under your chin, tilting it up, back to him. “There are…loopholes…in the creed. I’ve kissed someone, when they couldn’t see my face. But it requires a lot of trust.”

You’re staring at your own reflection in the visor, trying to discern where his eyes are. You wonder if he’s looking at your eyes or your lips, and you wonder what his lips look like. 

What they would feel like. 

“Does that answer your question?” he asks, that rich, warm baritone, distorted by whatever lets him speak through the helmet, makes your heart flutter, your breath catches in your throat. 

“Y-yes…thank you,” you stutter, “yes.” 

You bet he’s smiling at you again, as he lets go of your chin and you look back down at the filling. 

“I’m going to fill the pie now, and then make the meringue that goes on top.” 

“Ok,” he says, “I don’t know what that is but I bet it will be irresistible.” 

It makes you smile, at the filling, as it pours, golden and thick, into the pie crust. It settles into a smooth layer, ready for the last step and you place the pie to the side and reach for the egg whites. 

“Can I ask you a favor?” you ask and he nods. 

“Of course, what is it?” 

“The ancient looking mixer, up there, can you reach it?” 

He steps behind you, over to the shelf and effortlessly lifts the heavy old Husqvarna machine, it looks almost weightless in his hands. Those hands, inside the soft gloves, are big, almost dwarfing the mixer and the thought crosses your mind, to have those hands on you, wrapped around your waist, or grabbing your thighs, lifting you up as effortlessly as the machine, placing you on the bench, pushing your legs apart and- 

He carefully puts it next to you, and moves to stand on your other side. But his hand gently brushes over your back, just a small touch, but it makes you wish it lasted longer, and wasn’t so gentle.

The mixer is loud as you start it, whipping the egg whites into stiff peaks in just a few minutes.

“The trick,” you say, detaching the bowl, “is to whip them until you can hold the bowl upside down over your head and the meringue stays put.” You hold out the bowl to him with a grin, “Do you trust me?” 

He chuckles behind the helmet and takes the bowl from your hand, “I guess I do, but you’re polishing the beskar if this falls on me.” 

He carefully tips the bowl, holding it over himself, and the meringue stays put, not a drop falls on him and you give him a wide grin. 

“I passed the test.” 

“You did. Pity, my armor could do with a clean,” he says, his voice serious, but you can hear the smirk in it  this time. 

“Cheeky,” you laugh, “clean your own armor, I’m making you pie.” 

You grab the bowl from him and start scoping out the thick meringue on top of the filling, creating swirls and peaks with your spoon.  “It just needs to set now,” you say, taking the pie, “Could you open the fridge door, please?” 

He takes a few long strides and works the handle, holding it open for you as you go inside and place the pie on a back shelf. 

“I have never seen so many cakes before,” he says, coming in behind you, looking at the shelves of cake bottoms that are defrosting in preparation for your weekend orders. 

The door behind you slips closed and the fridge is thrown into darkness. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that the door needs to be wedged open, the light broke in here and I haven’t gotten round to replacing it,” you say, fumbling towards the door with your hand on the shelves, “I’ll get it.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got night vision in my helmet,” he replies matter of factly, and you hear him walk to the door. 

“You have night vision in your helmet?” You’re not sure he’s joking or not but judging by how quickly he moves across the small space, he must be seeing something. 

“How does the handle work?” he asks as you hear the handle click and catch on something. 

“You just pull it against you and it should open,” you say, carefully walking towards the sound of his voice. 

“It’s not opening, it sounds as if the handle isn’t latching on correctly”. 

“What? No, the door has to open!” You say, panic creeping into your voice, “I can’t…try it again, it has to work!”

You bump into him and his arm comes out around your waist, “Careful, don’t hurt yourself,” he says, his voice suddenly very close to you, steady and soothing, and it calms you down a little. 

“Sorry, I’m- I’m not good with small places I can't get out of,” you mumble, holding onto his arm. 

“The handle isn’t working, but I promise you, I can very easily get us out of here, don’t be scared.” He must’ve let go of the handle because his other hand comes up to rest on your cheek, the gloved thumb caressing your face with smooth motions. “Don’t be scared, mesh’la,” he says, his voice soft. If you move you think you’ll bump your head against the metal of his helmet, so you close your eyes and focus on his hands. One on your back, the other on your cheek, you take a long steadying breath. 

“H-how can you get us out?” 

“I have tools for it, in my belt, don’t be scared, I’ll get us out in no time…but…” he trails off, a small hint of uncertainty suddenly in his tone. 

“I trust you,” he says, “and I want to kiss you.” 

“You’ll take your helmet off?” you ask and in response you hear a low chuckle from inside it. 

“Yes, it would be very difficult otherwise.” 

“You don’t know that, maybe I’m used to making out with metal,” you say, biting your lip, and you’re rewarded with laughter in the darkness. 

“Using my jokes against me, clever,” he smiles as his hands leave you. There’s a click, the soft hiss of air escaping, and you guess his helmet has come off. You feel him bend down, placing it on the ground next to him and standing up again. 

“Ca-can you take your gloves off too?” you ask.  “Yes,” comes his voice in the lightless room and it makes you inhale. Unfiltered it’s much richer, warmer, but somehow rougher, slipping around you, making you break out in goosebumps as you shiver, no voice has ever made you shiver before and now you want him to keep talking to you, to feel his voice in all your senses. It makes you lift your hands to find him in the darkness but he finds you first.  

The soft sound of leather hitting the floor is the next thing you hear before his warm fingertips brush across your shoulder, finding your neck and trailing up over your chin. 

“I’m as blind as you now,” he whispers, leaning closer, “tell me where your lips are.” 

“Here,” you whisper in reply, taking his hand and guiding it to your mouth. He traces his thumb over your bottom lip, then the top, and you feel his hot breath skim over your skin. 

His lips are soft, gentle, as he presses them against yours, a slight tickle of facial hair before he pulls away a fraction. 

“Touch me,” he mumbles, “please,” a pleading tone to his voice. 

“Where?” you ask, lifting your hands from your sides and searching for him, finding cold metal and a rough flight suit. 

“Everywhere, my face, my hair, please touch me.” 

He leans his face into your hand as you find his cheek, your other hand slipping around to the nape of his neck, the longer hair winding around your fingers. It’s messy and curly and so silky to the touch that you hum under your breath. 

“You're so soft,” you say and it feels like he shakes his head.  

“No, you are, can I kiss you again?” he whispers but you don’t reply, just find his lips with yours and he groans into your open mouth, your tongue coming out to taste his lips as he parts them, and you feel his tongue lick against yours. 

His kisses are slow, and you match his pace, moving in the same lazy way as him, his tongue exploring and tasting every part of yours. Soft hands have come up to hold you close to him, his fingers in your hair, not letting you move from where he needs you. And it feels like a need, his soft presses turning needy, a soft moan escaping you as he pulls you closer, your whole body pressed up against his hard metal exterior. The contrast makes you feel disembodied, your legs, stomach, chest resting against cool armor, your face, your hands touching, and being touched by warm skin, soft hair, his demanding tongue growing in confidence by the second as he groans under your touch. 

He suddenly takes hold of your waist, moving you without effort, pressing you against the door with his whole, tall frame. 

“Your kisses are…” he pants, “please, I don’t want to stop, I…I…can’t.” 

He’s mumbling between insistent kisses, his tongue dipping into your mouth, tasting, groaning as he needs more with every second that passes. And you would give it to him, you’re moaning into his mouth, pressing into him as eagerly as he’s pushing you up against the door. If he wants to fuck you on the floor of this fridge, you’d let him. His soft lips, rough hands, his heady groans, and when he finally gives in and grinds his hard cock into your hip, it makes you lose all sense of where you are, who you’re with. 

“Mesh’la,” he mutters, another kiss on your lips, “Tell me to stop, mesh’la, I can’t stop on my own.” His tongue slips between your lips again and you thread your fingers through his hair and hold him close, keeping him from pulling back again. 

“Don’t stop, keep kissing me,” you gasp, his thigh is between your legs, rubbing firm at your aching core. 

He growls, his hand coming down to grab hold of your thigh, lifting it up onto his hip, and the door flies open. With a shriek you feel yourself falling backwards, crashing towards the hard kitchen floor. But his arms catches you, you hear the loud clunk as his metal covered legs and arm hits the surface beneath you, the other arm secure around your waist.  “Don’t open your eyes,” he snaps, panic in his voice, and you squeeze your eyes shut, they almost flew open as he caught you.  “I won’t, they’re closed, they’re closed,” you pant, the air knocked out of you. 

“I’m going to put you down and then get my helmet, don’t move until I say so,” he says, still close, gently lowering you down to the floor. 

“Ok,” you nod, staying still. But you don’t hear him above you, and his arm is still at your side. When he does move his chest comes flat against your own, his nose brushing over your cheek, bumping into yours, and then his lips are on yours again. Soft, warm, pliant, his beard tickling you, open mouth and gentle tongue, tasting and exploring with a low hum in his chest. When he finally pulls away and pushes himself up, you feel the loss of his lips like an imprint on your own, your fingers come up and trace across them, touching where he just was. 

From the fridge you hear the click of his helmet being put in place and then his footsteps come back. 

“You can open your eyes again,” he says, “thank you for keeping them closed.” 

You blink your eyes open and look up at him, his face again hidden behind the visor, his expression unreadable. But his voice is soft and he holds out his hand to you, his gloves not on yet. You take it and he helps you to your feet, one arm around your waist as you find your balance again. Looking down at the hand holding yours, you trace your fingers along the thin white scars that crisscross the back of his tan skin. His hand is rugged, the pads of his fingertips rough and well used. It’s hard to imagine that these hands could touch you so softly in the dark. 

“I…I hope I didn’t ask too much,” he hesitates as you keep touching his hand, holding it between your own, “I never kissed anyone like that before.” 

“I liked it,” you mumble, looking up at his visor, his hand still between yours. “I’ve never kissed anyone like that before either. And I don’t even know what your name is.” 

“Din,” he says, his voice low, like he’s telling you something guarded, “My name is Din, but I don’t tell many people that.” 

“I won’t tell anyone,” you say and he nods, placing his hand on your cheek again.  “Thank you, mesh’la.” 

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Din,” you say, trying to find his eyes behind the black visor. 

“I don’t think there’s any of my kind on your world,” he says with a small chuckle and you frown.  “What do you mean, ‘your world’?” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t think about it, it doesn’t matter, I just want to try your dessert now, like you promised,” his hand slips down to yours and he takes it, tugging you back towards the fridge, “Is it done yet?” 

“Uuhm…yeah, I just need to torch the top a bit,” you say, confused, as he opens the fridge door again. 

“I’ll hold it open this time,” Din tilts his head down towards you as you pass him, his hand trailing over your hand as you let go of him. The pie jiggles slightly when you tap it, so you pick it up and carefully bring it to the workbench again. Din closes the fridge door behind you and follows you back. 

“I’ve never smelt anything like it,” he hums as you reach into your tools and pull out the small blow torch. 

“Just wait until you taste it,” you smile, turning on the gas and igniting the torch. Din’s hand flies up to grab at your arm as the flame comes out but stops as he realizes what you’re doing. 

“I have one of those too,” he chuckles, “But mine’s a bit bigger.” 

“If I’d known, I would’ve used yours,” you grin and he shakes his head. 

“It would’ve burnt down your kitchen, it's not really meant for this delicate work,” you can hear the smirk as he leans forward and looks on as you carefully caramelize the top of the meringue, painting the white swirls in toasty brown. 

“There, it’s done,” you say as you turn off the blow torch and put it aside, “you’re very first dessert, a lemon meringue pie.”

“I can’t wait to try it,” he replies as you take down two plates, spoons and your sharpest knife. 

“How do you want to eat it?” you ask, cutting a generous slice for him, bigger than you would serve to the customers. He looks at the pie for a few seconds and then cocks his head and looks at you.  “I trust you,” he says, the smile in his voice evident under the unreadable helmet, “we can sit back to back and you can at least hear my reaction.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with,” you hold out the plate to him and he lifts it up to eye level, looking closely at the bright yellow filling and white meringue on top. 

“I’m sure, I trust you. And I want you to be happy when you hear my reaction.” 

“I hope you like it then,” you laugh, “Or this is going to be very awkward.” 

“If it tastes only half as good as it smells, this will be the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” he takes your hand and pulls you down onto the floor, you begin to protest that you have chairs but he just shrugs and sits down, crossing his legs with his back against you. You sink down behind him, crossing your legs too.  “Lean against me, mesh’la,” he says, “and don’t turn around.” 

“I won’t, I promise,” you rush out as you hear a soft woosh of air from the helmet. 

“I know,” he replies, his voice unfiltered and rich again, a low baritone that seems to send a shiver down your spine. The spoon clinks on his plate and he seems to hesitate. 

“I just put my spoon in it?” he asks and it makes you smile. 

“Yes, just get some of everything, and tell me what you think.” 

You hear the rustle of his flight suit as he seems to move around a little, it’s almost as if he’s trying to figure out how to  tackle the slice on his plate. Eventually you hear the spoon scrap over the plate again as he cuts off a bite. 

You listen intently, wishing you could see his expression, as he silently tastes the pie.

“Maker…” he breathes out after a few seconds, the spoon clinking again against the plate and you hear him take another bite. 

“Maker….” his mouth full and the word is muffled, “this is…” the spoon scrapes over the plate and you hear him take one more mouthful. His head leans against yours as he tips it back, sighing deeply. 

“Maker…I’ve never tasted anything like this before,” he groans, “It’s fresh and rich and sweet, how have I never tasted something like this before?” 

“Because you’re a fool, obviously,” you laugh, taking a bite for yourself. You know this pie is good but Din’s reaction makes you feel giddy. Behind you, you hear him take another spoonful, humming as he savors the flavors. 

“I am a fool,” he says after swallowing down another bite, “this is like nothing else. I want to eat only this for the rest of my life.” 

“That might not be the healthiest choice,” you chuckle, “and wait until you try chocolate, that’s on a whole other level again.” 

“Thank you,” he says from behind you, his hand reaching back and finding your arm, “Thank you for making this, I’m grateful.” 

“No trouble, I like seeing how much you enjoy it, especially since you’ve never had dessert before, you strange man.” 

At that you hear him laugh, “I’m not that strange, just maybe on your world, mesh’la.” 

“What does that word mean?” you ask, “Mesh’la?” 

“I’ll tell you, if you give me more pie,” his voice is so cheeky it makes you laugh out loud.

“I’ve got you addicted it seems,” you reply and he chuckles behind you, “I’ll keep my eyes closed and you can take as much as you want, take the whole pie.” 

“I can’t do that,” he says as you feel him shift behind you, getting to his feet. 

“Of course you can, you should take it, I can make another.” 

“I would argue with you, but the pie is too good,” he sinks down behind you again and this time you hear his spoon scrape over the metal of the pie form. 

“Din?” you ask and he stiffens. 

“Yes?”

“Are you eating straight from the form?” 

“Is…Is that wrong?” 

“No,” you laugh, “just a very good review of my pie.” 

He chuckles again, relaxing against your back as he takes another mouthful. Together you sit in silence, eating the pie, cross legged on the floor of your kitchen. Yours is soon gone and you happily listen to your strange guest hum and moan as he all but seems to demolish the rest of the pie. Maybe you should tell him to pace himself, but he seems to be enjoying himself immensely. 

After a few more moments the pie form is placed on the floor and Din groans, “I’m so full, but I want to eat more.” 

“I should’ve told you to go slow,” you smile, “but just take whatever you didn’t finish with you.” 

“Hmm…I…I ate the whole thing,” he says sheepishly and you giggle. 

“You might feel a bit sick in a while, but don’t blame me. But I really love how much you loved it.” 

“I’ll come back for more pie whenever I can,” he says, finding your arm with his hand again, “Please keep your eyes closed.” 

“I’ll make sure to have it on the menu all the time then,” you smile, your eyes squeezed shut. 

Behind you, you feel him move and turn, his warm hand coming up to cup your face, a thumb sliding over your cheek. His lips are soft and gentle as he brushes them against yours, his tongue slipping out, your mouth opening. He tastes of sharp lemon, sugar and butter, and underneath, his own self. He lets himself linger for a few moments, his nose stroking over your cheek, before he pulls back, your eyes still firmly closed. The click of his helmet lets you know that he’s once more covered up and you open your eyes, slightly sad that he can’t let you see his face, you’d love to see what those soft lips look like. 

“I should go,” he says, a tinge of regret in his voice, “I have other things I need to see to before I leave.” He takes your hands and helps you stand, the remains of the pie forgotten on the floor as you follow him out to the front of the bakery. 

“This….was wizard…” he mumbles in a low voice, yet again standing by the door, “I’ve never…experienced something like this.” 

“Me either, Din,” you mumble, suddenly very sad that he’s leaving, “Promise that you’ll come back some day.” 

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise,” he says, his hand, gloved now, comes up to caress your cheek one last time. 

He turns and puts his hand on the handle and something hits you, “Wait, hang on, just wait there.” 

You rush back behind the counter and grab one of your bread bags and quickly put four croissants into it. 

“Here,” you say, holding it out to him as you get back to the door, “For the road, or whatever you’re doing.”

He takes it, cocking his head to look down at the bag before he looks up at you again, “You’re going to make my armor fit very tight.” “Hey, I didn’t tell you to eat the entire pie in one sitting,” you grin and from behind the helmet comes a low chuckle. 

“I still blame you for baking something far too irresistible.”

“Take care, Din, I hope I see you again sometime.” 

“Me too, mesh’la,” he says, giving you a nod and opening the front door. 

Part Three

If you want to try Din's Lemon Meringue Pie, here's the recipe I used!

[soyaei]

Karaoke with teen nanami please 😊 He gets dragged into it!!

Hangout session with my crush

high school Au, no curses Au, just them having a normal life.

Note: This is such a good idea, tbh i was excited myself to write this! Also, Haibara is uhm.. almost forgotten here so, very sorry for that.

You had a little crush on Nanami, but you tried to ignore your feelings for him. You just have the feeling that he won’t ever like you back since he doesn’t seem to be the type of person to be in love and plus, this feeling will probably go away, so whats the point?

“Hey guys, Let’s go somewhere after school!”

Haibara said as he took his lunch money out of his pocket. You and your friends are about to get out of class and go to the cafeteria for lunch.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Im in.” Shoko agreed.

“Hey guys, you have to do your homework first, then we can go somewhere!” Utahime scolded.

“Womp womp” said gojo and geto.

“That sounds fun! Do you wanna come Ken-“ You were cutoff by the sight of Nanami successfully sneaking out of the chaotic classroom that is filled with the shouting of Utahime’s scolding.

“Uh- uhm.. Kento wait up!” You went out to chase Nanami, no one noticing.

“Kento, how could you walk out like that? Its rude you know.” You scolded him. He looks at you with an emotionless face and sighs in frustration.

“Utahime is right, maybe we should do our homework first.” “Come on! I doubt that you want to sing, so how about you do it in the karaoke room? Its just history notes anyway.”

You tried to make Nanami reconsider but he was having none of that.

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The bell rings and the teacher dismisses the class.

“Finally! Schools over. It felt like it had took 5 years of my lifespan. Now let’s go to that karaoke guys!” Gojo said to his friends, excited for the karaoke outing.

Your friends, surprisingly including Nanami, exits the school together. Everyone taking their bikes. Not knowing that Nanami will not be participating except for you. You sneak up behind Nanami who is just standing there, since he walks to school, he doesn’t have a bike.

“Boo!” You tried to scare him but to your expectations, he wasn’t scared… at all.

“Come! You can hop on my bike. Or… If you don’t want people to mistake me as your girlfriend, you can ride Haibara’s.” You chuckled at the last sentence. Nanami tried to walk away and you’ve. had. enough. You dragged Nanami by his collar to force him on your bike, not realizing you were the center of attention.

“Woa, Nanami just got dragged by a girl!” Geto teased as he hits Gojo with his elbow to make sure he’s paying attention to what he’s pointing at.

“I don’t want to-“ “you- are- going- to- come- with us!” Successfully you made him sat at your bike’s passenger seat. Not wasting anytime you hop on your bike.

“Let’s go everyone! Y/N’s the lead!” Shoko shouted out to her friends.

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In about 10 minutes or so, you and the rest of your friends have finally arrived to your destination. You get off your bike and grab Nanami’s wrist, pulling him in the karaoke.

“Hello! How many people?” The worker ask. Shoko handles the registration and finally it was time to pay. You take out your wallet from your backpack, about to take out your money but then Nanami taps on your shoulder: You look back at him as you make a “what?” face.

“I’ll pay you… you don’t have to pay back. Just consider this as a thanks for… uhm… everything” Nanami explained as Geto, Gojo and Shoko snickered in the background, Haibara and Utahime looking at them with one eyebrow up.

“Wow… That’s kind of sudden, but who am i to reject that offer? Thanks so much Kento!”

After you were all done with paying for the registration and finding your room, you finally get to rest and jump on the karaoke room sofa. Gojo wasted no time and looks for a song to sing on the tablet, Geto trying to push him away from the it since he wants to go first. Utahime scolding the two of them and Shoko just watches. Haibara is still looking around the room, amazed by the design.

You and Nanami were just… sitting. It isn’t unusual for Nanami to be very quiet but it is for you. To be quite honest you are a bit exhausted from paddling you bike since… you never really paddle it with a passenger on it, not to mention it being Nanami.

“So… are you actually going to sing? To be honest when i forced you on my bike i didn’t actually expect for you to not mind.” You said to break the awkward silence between you two.

“Oh… well, I don’t really have plans anyway and im done what needs to be done for school. So why not just tag along?” Nanami explained. But in his heart, it’s actually just because he wanted to spend some time with you and his friends, but more with you. It might sound selfish but hey he’s rarely selfish himself so why not have that personality trait once in a while.

“Okay everyone, we’re done picking the song. Let’s sing!” says Shoko as she grabs a mic. Everyone doing the same and wow what a coincidence, you were just about to grab yours just to realize that all of the available mics are taken by everyone.

“Oh.. I don’t have a mic.” You said disappointedly. “Here, you can have mine, i think i won’t sing that much anyway.” Nanami lends you his mic, but you don’t take it since its not often for him to go to hangouts, and you don’t want to ruin this for him.

“No! It’s okay… I’ll just sing without a mic!”

Gojo and Geto looks at each other with a “are you thinking what im thinking” face. “Hey! I have an idea! Why don’t you two share?” Gojo suggests with a smirk.

Nanami slightly blushes. Surprisingly he doesn’t hit Gojo for that and just did what he said. You on the other hand, thanked Nanami for being able to share the mic.

“Okay, Let’s do this!” Geto said as everyone cheered.

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It had been 2 hours already and you were all ready to go. Packing everything up, making sure nothing and no one is left behind, they exit the karaoke room and finally the building.

“Good grief guys! See you guys tomorrow!” Says Gojo as he starts paddling his bike, Geto following not that long after. “Yea, That was really fun!” Haibara adds.

“Are you going to send Nanami home, Y/N?” Shoko asked you. “Yea, I was the one who dragged him here. And Haibara cant send him home because…. uhm.” You look at Haibara, hoping he tells you the reason.

“Oh, my mom told me to get stuff from a nearby convenience store. It might take a while and I don’t want to keep Kento wait for me. Again, thank you do much Y/N, and sorry again Kento, see you guys!”

“Okay then, get home safe, bye!” Utahime says before hopping on Shoko’s bike.

“Well, there they go. It’s been a long day, right Kento?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Nanami seemed to be thinking of something but you didn’t thought much about it.

“Let’s go. I can’t be late or else my mom will think i got kidnapped or something, Hop o-“

“Wait, I’ll paddle the bike for you.”

As Nanami says that, you stare at him with confusion.

“Why all of the sudden?”

“You were very exhausted when we arrived here, so i figured it was because you had me as your passenger.”

“Oh, no no, please ignore that i think i was extra tired because of-“

“No excuses” Nanami says before taking your bike’s handles of your hands.

“Really, I don’t make offers unless i really want to do them. You know that Y/N”

“Oh okay fine…” You give up on trying to convincing him to just let you paddle the bike. You walked up to the said bike and sat on the passenger seat.

——————————————————————————

Nanami paddles your bike to his house. As he arrives, he gets off your bike and thanked you. Nanami opens the gate to his house and you left.

You finally arrived home, you immediately went into your room, locking the door and jumped on your bed, sighing in exhaustion. Your social battery is low, some sleep would help.

Ding!

Your phone vibrates, a notification from a group chat of your friends. You press the notification only yo be met with a picture of you and Nanami singing together.

Shoko: Look, Kento is smiling.

Utahime: Woah! Even do he’s just slightly smiling, it’s still a rare sight.

Gojo: When are you guys gonna be official

Geto: Let’s make them kiss

Haibara: Nanami! Congratulations! You didn’t tell me you were dating!

Nanami: No Haibara, I’m not. Ignore them.

Y/N: 😭😭😭

You laughed at their response. You were about to turn off your phone when suddenly another person send you a message. You once again open your messages and to your surprise, It was Nanami.

Nanami: Y/N, I want to take you out. Just the two of us.

[redtsundere-writes]

Dick or Treat | Sukuna Ryomen

true form!sukuna ryomen x f!reader

Synopsis: Sukuna was having fun at the Halloween party but he was about to have more fun with you.

Contents: Just go to the warnings...

Warnings: Minors Do Not Interact! MDNI. NSFW. +18. Dark. Non-consensual. Alcohol is heavely involved. Sukuna Ryomen is a warning on itself. Mention of eating people. Mention of drugs. Humiliation. Anal. Doing it on the dirt (ew)

Word count: 650 words. Quickie.

Author's Note: So I was meaning to post this yesterday, bc yk Halloween, but I fall asleep after drinking a lil bit haha I hope you guys like this one :3

> Sukuna Ryomen doesn't know how he ended up at a rowdy Halloween party late at night. He had eaten a drunk college student who was pissing in bush far from his equally drunk friends and now he was there, surrounded by stupid college kids. Luckily, he quickly got used to the atmosphere. He was fascinated watching the filthy mortals getting drunk, stoned and dancing like idiots. 

> Sukuna Ryomen was surprised when a girl in a sexy bunny costume suddenly approached him. "Wow, your costume is awesome!" you yelled drunkenly so he could hear you over the ridiculously loud music. "This is not a costume!" he shouted back in annoyance.

> Sukuna Ryomen wanted to eat her right there and then but your seductive hip movements hypnotized him to eat you in another way, so he held back... for now.

> Sukuna Ryomen was being led by the drunken girl into the deepest part of the forest. "What a stupid girl," Sukuna thought. Now, he could eat her without anyone being able to help her. What the King of Curses didn't count on was that the girl started to undress in front of him. "Let's do it here where no one can hear us," you said with a naughty smile.

> Sukuna Ryomen smiled to see that you were willing to risk your pathetic life for a fuck. He pulled you towards him and tore your costume so that he could reach your center. You both got down on the ground so he could start kissing and sucking your body with his many hands. One of his hands went all the way to your pussy and his tongue took you to places you had never been before.

> Sukuna Ryomen was fascinated by the way you could suck his whole cock without needing his help. You sucked his mushroom tip at a desperate pace. You wanted to show him gratitude for eating your pussy like no man ever could. Sukuna doesn't like to hold back the urge to moan. He is the king, he can do whatever he wants.

> Sukuna Ryoumen kneaded your tits like dough. He coated them with saliva thanks to his tongue and his teeth pinched your nipples as you bounced on his thick cock. His lower hands squeezed your ass to guide your pacing so you could satisfy your king. "You move like a slut" he growled like a angry beast.

> Sukuna Ryoumen whipped you to the floor to fuck you on all fours. His cock penetrated your wet pussy while one of his hands ate your ass. You began to scream with pleasure as you received such divine punishment for being so easy to catch. "You can scream all you want but I'm not going to stop" he threatened, but you didn't want him to stop.

> Sukuna Ryoumen came by to fuck you through the back door. You could barely tolerate it. You felt him tearing your insides apart with every sudden movement but it was too late to back out, he was the one calling the shots.

> Sukuna Ryoumen was moving like a maniac against your ass. You squealed from the various sensations traveling through your cold, naked body. Sukuna and you were on the verge of climax. When you squeezed tighter against his monstrosity, he knew he couldn't resist any longer. He filled you with his blessed goo as you squirted down your legs.

> Sukuna Ryomen watched you like a predator about to devour its prey while you tried to recover physically and mentally from what had happened. You felt as if a truck had run you over and you had touched the sky for a second. Sukuna decided that you would serve him better as a concubine than as food, so he took you by the waist to carry you over his shoulder and take you to live in his temple forever.

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Cyno Doesn’t Know What’s Wrong

WARNING: A bit NSFW towards the middle but nothing graphic. 

Cyno x GN! Reader 

A little note: I had some requests about making Tighnari and Scaramouche versions of Wooing You, and I’ll be working on those soon! It might take a while especially for Scaramouche since he is going to appear soon and I want to see how much he will change to be able to fit some sort of idea with him XD. So Tighnari’s will be first!

Cyno wasn’t sure what got you grumpy all of a sudden.

Actually, grumpy might not be the right word. You were mad about something and he wasn’t sure what.

It started when he invited you to Nilou’s dance show. You seemed to not be in the right mood that day.

Nilou had come over to talk to you both, and you were especially silent.

“Hopefully my dances were alright!” “Your dancing was quite nice, you looked like a happy lizard.” “...I’m not sure if that was a compliment.”

When Nilou left, Cyno was going to ask you if you were okay, but somehow you ninja’d your way out of the scene. How the hell did you even do that? He was the Mahamatra; no one escaped that easily.

After that he went looking for you, but you were actually nowhere to be seen. 

He asked around, and somehow he missed you by 0.1 second every single time. 

And then a few days went by and everyday he went to Gandarvha Ville, but apparently you filled your schedule up like crazy because you were in the forest everyday now.

“Tighnari I need you to fire Y/N.” “I think you mean you want to see them right?”

Cyno explained the situation to his friend. Tighnari listened intently as he was also worried about you. You never took up so many tasks before, and when he lectured you for hours about taking breaks, you told him to keep scolding you.

He immediately knew something was up, or you were a masochist.

Once Cyno was done explaining, Tighnari pieced together what he heard.

Now, Tighnari had his fair share of relationships (though they all ended pretty quickly since he prioritized work more than anything), so he had an idea of what might be going on.

The thing was, did he want to tell Cyno? Relationships are all about the process, just telling him might just feel like cheating the process. 

He’ll just give him some hints.

Strategy I: Leaving gifts

Cyno knew your likes and dislikes like the back of his hand. 

How could he call himself your partner if he didn’t even know what you’d like?

So he got everything you liked from the desert while arresting some of the scholars and researchers here and there. 

When he was in Sumeru City he got your favorite foods.

He went ‘shopping’ in Aaru Village, and met Candace along the way.

She smiled at the bags of goodies. “Wow, is it Y/N’s birthday?”

“No, they’re not feeling so good.” “Oh, no wonder there’s so many things! What did you get to cheer them up?”

He handed the bags to her proudly. “Only the finest things.”

Candace opened the bags, looked at the contents, and handed Cyno back the bags.

She then walked away silently.

When Cyno arrived at Gandharva Ville, he was excited to show Tighnari what he got for you.

“Wow! That’s a lot of stuff!” Tighnari smiled as he opened one of the bags. “They’ll really like it-”

The bag he opened was filled with dead scarab beetles.

He looked at the other bags with dread. 

Bird eggs, pieces of raw meat from unknown animals, half of a cacti…is that a bag full of sand?

“All grown and produced in the desert like Y/N wanted,” Cyno chuckled while rubbing his nose before taking out another bag that smelled greatly like mold. “And here’s their favorite coconut charcoal cake. I bought this a week ago but it should still be fine.”

“Alright, in order to keep my rangers alive I have to confiscate all of this.” “Haha I think so too…wait what?”

Strategy II: Writing a Letter

“You can’t go wrong with a letter,” Tighnari handed over a draft. “Here, I wrote a sample of what you should write to Y/N.”

Cyno read over it before looking up. “This looks good, but why is it my fault they’re angry?”

Tighnari sighed. “Did you not think it over like I told you to?”

“I did, but I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Think harder!” Cyno closed his eyes and thought as hard as he could.

Everything started when you went to Nilou’s show. You were happy before until he asked you to go. Then you were angry. Didn’t talk much when Nilou came over…wait, could it be?

Was it because you didn’t eat lunch that day?

“No I’m pretty sure whatever you’re thinking about isn’t the right answer,” Tighnari sighed.

“They’re jealous,” Cyno blinked before swallowing nervously.

You? Jealous of what?

“Nilou, they’re jealous of Nilou,” Cyno gaped at the boy. “It doesn’t make sense they weren’t happy on that specific day, Cyno. And you complimented her too.”

You never striked as a jealous person to him. Heck you shipped him with all kinds of people before you two started dating. But now you guys are dating. Could it be that he was insensitive?

“-and honestly I never heard you compliment Y/N before,” the fennec boy continued. At this Cyno snorted. “I give them compliments all the time!”

“You mean that time you said they were as cute as a fluffy Sumpter Beast? Or that time you said they were sexy like a cacti in the desert? How did you even come up with that?”

“Cactuses are deadly but the water in them is everyone’s desire,’”Cyno argued, but now he thought it was stupid too.

 Tighnari sighed. “You must have said something normal to make them react like that.”

“Yeah, I did compare her to a lizard. I guess it is a lot better than being called a desert plant.” “...what?”

So Cyno went on to write his letter. He forcefully stayed in Tighnari’s room just writing up the letter with all his feelings. He wanted you to know how he felt, how he really knew you were his soulmate.

By the time it was morning, he had written over 27 pages.

‘Right, scholars’ habits of writing essays,’ Tighnari thought as he smiled at the pile. “Y/N’s definitely not going to read all that, but they’ll be happy at least.’

Cyno brought it to your door, and put it down with a padisarah flower on top.

When he came by to check on it again, it was already gone.

Strategy III: Confrontation

It was now the fifth day since he last saw you. He was getting super desperate now.

He thought the letter would reach you, but you still didn’t come find him.

So he went to find you again.

Tighnari gave him your schedule and he went into the forest to search for his beloved. 

‘I gave them enough space right?’ Cyno thought as he got to the area where you were supposed to be. ‘Or is it too soon? It’s probably too soon.’

Just as he finished thinking he stopped at the small waterfall.

You were supposed to be here. He hid in the trees as he peered around.

Finally, he saw you.

You, the naked you.

Why were you naked?

Cyno choked when you appeared washing yourself at the waterfall, your naked body in full glory under the sun. 

You heard his choked gasp and turned to his direction.

And there you saw him, standing in shock with blood dripping down his nose.

“Cyno?” “Y-Y-Y/N?”

Cyno looked won at the schedule Tighnari gave him, the red circle around the one time that said: ‘shower-DO NOT GO THERE’.

“I-I’M SORRY FOR ALL I’VE DONE,” Cyno shouted in desperation, not knowing what to do. “PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I LOVE YOU!”

“Y/N!” A few rangers appeared. “Oh my gosh the Mahamatra is peeping on Y/N!”

Nabil was shocked when an arrest notice on the general came.

Strategy IV: Y/N

You finally gathered the courage to go find your man. 

Truth to be told you missed him a lot, and honestly after reading his letters you knew the misunderstandings had increased.

You were in fact, not jealous about anything. 

What really happened was…well, you were going to tell Cyno about that.

So you went to find him in the one place you knew where he would be.

You finally arrived at Caravan Ribat, where you saw Cyno and a man sitting at a table with their decks out.

“Wow this is your tenth loss Cyno, what happened?” “I left my best cards with the love of my life.”

“Hey Cyno,” you chirp, and the boy flinched so hard his knee hit the bottom of the table.

“Y/N!” He got up immediately and hugged you. The man took the cue to leave the scene.

“Did you get my letters?” “Yes, I did. I’m actually here about it.”

Cyno urged you to sit on the bench and he sat next to you while holding both of your hands.

He bit his lip as you lowered your eyes with so much guilt, and he was already thinking of all the possible things you could say.

Do you forgive him? Did you already find someone else? As long as you’re happy he’s happy, unless it’s Al-Haitham you fell for. 

“Cyno I-,” you started to say before Cyno leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. He savored your sweet soft lips, the way you sigh into his warmth. He missed this so much that he would turn the world upside down just for you. 

He moved back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours as he stared with half-lidded eyes at your now red lips before meeting your eyes again.

You both were blushing like mad, and the erumites around you were silently swearing at you two for the public display of affection.

“I invited you to Nilou’s dance because you said you liked to watch her dance,” Cyno explained as softly as he could, not wanting to ruin the moment. 

“I know,” you nodded. “You told me that in the letter. And yes, I’m here about that. Cyno, I have something to say.”

“Okay,” the boy gulped as he closed his eyes, bracing at your response.

“Don’t get angry.” “Okay.” “Don’t kill me.” “I would never hurt you.”

“I may have uh…lost your cards.”

“Don’t worry about it-wait, what did you say?” 

Cyno pulled back immediately, his face turning into pure shock. “You lost my limited edition cards?”

You nod slowly as you gripped your bag. “I realized I lost it the day you invited me out…I didn’t know how to tell you and I was trying to find a way to buy a new set of cards…”

You reached into your bag and pulled out freshly bought cards. “Only two of them are special cards, but I know they can’t replace your limited editions. I’m sorry Cyno, I got careless. They must have cost you a fortune. I’ll pay you back, just give me some time!”

Cyno stared at the cards before letting out a snort followed by a small laugh. “Y/N I’m not angry. These are just cards.”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. “But you treasured them!”

“And I treasure you more,” Cyno held your chin gently before leaning forward again and pecking you on the forehead. He smiled. “You mean more to me than anything, my sweet cacti.”

You smile back and Cyno helps you up from the bench.

“Now let's go get some food,” Cyno said- before he passed out with foam coming out of his mouth.

“Cyno!” You screamed in horror as the boy twitched on the ground.

“...You mean more to me than cards…,” he muttered while foaming. “My…limited edition…”

Yep, it was going to take a while to recover from this.

[minkkumaz]

OUR WICKED LOVE

your history with love was a little evil, causing you to aid to your own broken heart. when you finally stray away from the dating scenes, popular boy myung jaehyun asks you out. however, you don't know if he's being truly sincere.

PAIRING myung jaehyun x fem!reader WC 3.1k TAGS fluff. angst. popular boy jaehyun. he needs better friends. reader has fear of heights. misunderstandings. OMI NOTE inspired by queen yena but i might've put shame on her name cuz idk if i like this or not. too tired to proofread, and too tired to care.

love had always been extremely evil. a forbidden force that always ended with you, a broken heart, and multiple wet tissues crumpled up in the trash. you weren’t perfect, but every boy you’ve ever loved taught you a valuable lesson. don’t let the next one fuck you over.

and while your list of lovers wasn’t long, you’d never let it define you; considering many in your grade were already stupid enough to waste their firsts. each boy that seemed to be the one that would sweep you off your feet, left you disappointed and still painfully single.

the never - ending yearning to feel something was simply ignored however, as you decided not to try as hard for your senior year. there wasn’t much of a point on wasting it away on someone you couldn’t guarantee the rest of your life with.

despite this, he made your heart skip a beat, maybe two. it was only last year that he had transferred, and many girls couldn’t keep their gazes off of him.

myung jaehyun, the captain of the sports team, was what could only be described as pretty boy eye candy. talented in multiple departments, and had crazy amounts of energy. most of it sounded too good to be true, but you still admired him a lot. 

envisioning someone like him with somebody like you was a difficult task though. he wasn’t normally in the dating scene, so you gave up on the romantic idea.

school rolled around after a long summer. the trees bloomed fragrant flowers that sometimes fell onto the pavement, only to get ran over by passerbys. mornings like these you always got to school a little earlier than usual. first days always excited you.

when you finally arrived at the familiar building, there were big banners and booths for incoming freshman, making you smile. just a little years back you walked into the gates completely clueless. however now was not a time to reminisce, as you were too distracted to see where you were going.

you tripped over your feet, colliding with the person in front of you in the process. hands quickly flew to your side to stablize you so you wouldn’t fall. as you were back up, you quickly bowed and apologized, earning a chuckle from the victim you accidentally fell on.

“it’s okay, be more careful next time, alright?” he spoke in a voice that you remember distinctly, making you shoot your head up to be met with him.

“ah– myung jaehyun! i’m so sorry.” you felt embarrassed before he pat you on the back. “don’t worry about it. you’re y/n, right?” jaehyun questioned, squinting to analyze you a bit more. the sudden attention made you even more nervous than you already were.

“yes, i’m y/n. how did you– how did you know that exactly?” he read the confused expression on your face before cracking a smile.

“you dated that popular senior last year, didn’t you?”

“wow so everyone remembers me from that? he wasn’t my smartest decision.” you laughed, feeling anxiety bubble up in your stomach.

“maybe not, you dropped on the grade list after you guys went public. i only know that because my friend was dying to beat you all year.” he put his hands into his pocket, looking around to see if he could spot his friend.

“i’ll make my comeback this year, now that i’m in books and not his bedroom watching him play valorant.” you scoffed, feeling slightly more competitive.

“i’m sure my friend will be very happy to hear that then.” he joked a bit, “well um, i guess i’ll see you around, y/n.”

you nodded him off, waving a small goodbye before watching him go towards a sports booth. the interaction left you very confused and a little sheepish. your first interaction with the cute boy and you were falling into him. 

the best thing to do was ignore it for now, and maybe avoid him for the rest of your life to prevent yourself from humiliation. putting your best foot forward (not the one you tripped over), you walked into the school to find your home room.

it wasn’t difficult, considering you knew the school like the back of your hand at that point. there were a few people that littered the desks, wearing identical uniforms as you did. you sat yourself down at an empty seat, fixing your skirt appropriately.

the atmosphere was quiet despite the loudness from outside, it was still quite early so the first bell wouldn’t ring for another hour. to busy yourself, you pulled a book from your backpack. the hardcover made a quiet noise as you placed it on the desk softly, flipping through the worn pages.

you were immersed in the story at hand, barely noticing how quickly time flew by and how crowded the classroom became. quiet laughter and desks moving around became background noise as your eyes scanned the pages. you wished you had taken note of where all this noise came from, before there was a tap on your shoulder.

“hey, y/n, can i ask you something?” it was jaehyun. he never spoke to you until this morning, and suddenly he was coming back for more? his friends laughed behind him in the background, trying to shut eachother up.

“of course.. what’s up?” you asked suspiciously.

“i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out sometime? i know we met kind of rocky but you seem pretty cool.” he rolled back and forth on his heels, awaiting a response of some sort.

“oh– um, you want to go out? when were you thinking?” you asked shyly.

“next weekend? the fair is in town and i think it would be fun to take you and get to know you. if you’re down, you know. it’s sudden but a bunch of people from school are going so we could spend the day together.” 

any form of words felt like they were suddenly stripped from your throat. you mind told you it was a bad idea, and that it was way too soon. but your heart was telling you yes. 

“that sounds nice jaehyun. i’d love to go with you.” you smiled fondly in which he mirrored, handing out his phone for you to input your number. after punching it in, he walked back to the group of his friends to show them your name in his contact lists.

when the school day passed by, you got a moment to properly reflect on what had happened. the myung jaehyun thought your one minute interaction was interesting enough to willingly hang out with you. the same jaehyun that had girls dropping like flies and shoving miscellaneous gifts and letters in his face. 

it felt like a prank, some twisted shit that only immature school boys would pull to mess with poor hearts. yet that wasn’t the reputation that jaehyun put out, so you didn’t give it another thought.

the two weeks came and went, but in between it felt like forever. counting down the days that you get to officially hang out with him. but in this time you got to know him more, so in the end, the wait didn’t even matter.

sometimes during class he’d pull his desk by yours and talk to you forever until the bell rang and he had to scurry back. he’d shoot you glances or funny faces everytime the teacher had their back turned, making you bite your lip to hold back a laugh.

jaehyun made sure to take care of you too, despite not knowing you for long. he had some sort of motherly instinct, asking if you had eaten or if you’ve been sleeping instead of studying all night. and afterwards, he’d use the excuse that he didn’t want you to die from starvation or lack of rest before he had the chance to hang out with you.

moments like those made you blush, swallowing back any doubt that he wasn’t sincere in wanting to be around you. his friends definitely made an impression that they thought you were lame, but he was different.

through all of this you started to like him, picking up on the small things that happened. how he would laugh too hard he had to grip onto your hand to keep himself from falling over; in which he’d forget to let go. or when he gave you big hugs whenever you helped him understand a stupid grammar question.

maybe you liked him a lot, just after you swore off relationships the school year. after all, your heart moved quicker than your brain.

these thoughts buried your head as you got ready to leave your house, using your phone camera to make any further adjustments to your appearance. you wore pretty jewelery that complimented the outfit you were wearing. overall, you felt confident that this night would go good. it was almost impossible for him to awkward.

it didn’t take long for a text notification to pop up on your screen, jaehyun telling you he was outside. after one final look you tied your shoes and left to his car parked in front of your house. your proximity grew closer and he waved at you from an open window.

“hey, y/n! you look good.” he unlocked the doors, allowing you in.

“thank you.. you look good too!” you complimented back trying to seem casual.

“i’m flattered, but that’s all you. i hope you’re excited.” he brushed it off, starting down the road.

“haha yeah um– i’ve never really been to a fair before so this is my first time.”

“oh shit really? we have to go on the ferris wheel the view is really nice from up there!” he suggests.

“ferris wheel? is now a good time to tell you that i’m deathly afraid of heights? last time i went on one i almost passed out!” the mere thought made you shiver.

“come on, what if i hold your hand or something? i won’t let you fall off i promise.” his offer made you blush.

“maybe i’ll think about it.” you mutter while sinking down into your seat. 

the two of you maintained a steady conversation on the short car to the fair. fun lights crowded your vision the closer you got, blurring together to create one big mush of colors in the night. people walked around with popcorn, cotton candy, and numerous prizes. 

the scents filled your nose as you got out of the car. jaeyhun walked alongside you, pointing out all of the best rides.

“only crazy people go on that ride, it’s totally insane! looks sketchy too.” he shook his head, “the more tame ones are the few roller coasters, gravity ride, and of course, the ferris wheel.”

“i still don’t know if i wanna go on that one! i promise i’ll try everything else.”

“once you get up there and see the skyline, it’ll be beautiful. trust me.” 

“okay okay i’ll go, only if you’re right next to me.” you sigh.

“good! let’s go meet up with my friends first and see what their plan is, and we can go.” he leads you through the crowd, searching around for his group. it was difficult in such a busy environment, but he called out their names loudly once he spotted them.  they waved the two of you over as you followed behind.

“jaehyun! hey!” his friends called him over.

“whats up guys? me and y/n just got here, we weren’t around for long.” jaehyun grinned, fixing his hair from the slight wind.

“y/n?”

you poked out from behind jaehyun and waved. the relationship between you and his friends wasn’t great yet, they didn’t seem to like you at all.

“jaehyun can we talk to you in private for a second? just us dudes you know..” one of them spoke quieter into his ear. “yeah, uh.. y/n you wait here, we’ll be back.” jaehyun knew what they were going to ask him, and he dreaded it.

once the group was out of your vision, one of them spoke up sounding agitated.

“dude when are you break her heart? the dare wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

“i know i’m– i’m going to do it i promise.” jaehyun muttered.

“you better. just ditch her on the ferris wheel or something so we can go hang out without her dragging onto you.”

“i can’t leave her on the ferris wheel, that’s fucked. she’s afraid of heights.” jaehyun tried to argue.

“that’s not our problem. she’s lame and we didn’t even want her around in the first place. it was supposed to be a joke.”

“exactly, just leave her.”

not every popular student could be exactly whole - hearted, and because of this jaehyun wasn’t sure he was with the right crowd. their words stung his heart, knowing he’d have to get rid of you eventually. he was too deep into this stupid friend group that he didn’t want to risk leaving it all.

initially, it was an innocent conversation of who would do the worst dare. but then you became an unknowing victim of their game. get the girls number, make her like you, then shatter her idea of love. it sounded less dramatic at first, but he was too deep into it once he finished the first two steps.

jaehyun didn’t want to hurt anybody, at first he thought that since he barely knew you, it’d be okay right? 

wrong.

the more time he spent with you, the more he started to genuinely like you. he suppressed the idea of hurting you until it was too late. now he was running back to you with a huge smile on his face. underlying something much more disappointed.

“hey, sorry about that! let’s go on the ferris wheel, yeah?” jaehyun turned your body around swiftly, and leaded you with his hands on your shoulders. the line wasn’t very long, so surely it wouldn’t be awhile until you got up. 

“i can do this, i can do this.” you attempted to hype yourself up as you neared closer to the front.

“it will be fine trust me! i’m just gonna throw away my trash real quick and i’ll run back in line, okay?” he was lying.

“hurry please! theres only a few people left and they’re not letting anyone leave the line.”

“i will!” he crouched under the chain holding together the lines and ran to his group of friends, taking a look back to make sure you weren’t paying attention to him.

jaehyun’s stomach tightened as he watched you enter by yourself, calling out his name frantically. his friends pat his back, laughing at your reaction.

“jaehyun!” your breath quickens as the operator closes the middle bar. “please sir, let me off my friend was supposed to go on with me!” 

“sorry kid, we have to keep everything running.” 

the wheel started going and you panicked, anxiety beginning to run through your veins. you kept calling out for jaehyun, but there was no point. you scooted yourself as far into the back of the seat and blinked back the hot stream of tears running down your face. 

through your hazy vision you barely saw him in the crowd before you got too far up. he was with all of his friends as they watched you freak out in mid air.

feeling betrayed was an understatement. but you couldn’t focus on your anger when you were going to have a panic attack. the higher you got, the heavier you breathed. your hands felt sweaty as you gripped onto the bar that held you in.

maybe the skyline was as beautiful as he said it was, your eyes were wired closed, unable to tell.

you drowned out any other noise, focusing on the creaking of the metal bars as you circled around. once voices became a little more clear, and your feet hit the ground, you opened your eyes and watched the operator lift up your bar and let you out.

your legs felt shaky as you stepped to the side, settling yourself on a bench. jaehyun came running towards you, seeing your tear stained face and balled fists.

“y/n! holy shit i– i’m so sorry i didn’t want to–”

“what the fuck is this, jaehyun? you force me to face my biggest fear just to ditch me for your friends?” you choked out, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“it was a dare, y/n.” “what?”

“i was dared to ask you out.” he admit, staring at the floor.

“so this was just one sick joke? you talked to me for two weeks straight then planned to blow me off the first time we hung out?” your face burned up.

“at first it was but–”

“i should’ve known better. i’m never falling in love ever again.” you cursed, getting up to leave him before he grabs your wrist and yanks you towards him.

“wait y/n!”

“what the hell?!” you yell trying to break away from him, “this isn’t funny jaehyun let me go–”

you couldn’t even process what was happening before his lips were on yours. the kiss enveloped you with a warmth much greater than the one burning in your heart. in that moment you felt your stomach dropping, yet feeling too guilty to indulge in it.

when he pulls away, you stare at him with shock and fresh tears welling in your eyes.

“why would you do that jaehyun.. you already hurt me.” you cry, attempting to get away from him while he held you still.

“because i don’t care about the stupid dare anymore. through all of that bullshit i started to like you a little more than i thought i would. so please, don’t run away.” he confessed, “you can hate me all you want, y/n. i deserve it. just know that there was a point where i stopped pretending.”

“what about your friends i thought–”

“i don’t care about my friends at this point, y/n. they weren’t good influences on me anyways. introduce me to your friends for all i care, i want something real. something like you.”

“you’re not just saying that, right?” you hesitated before he kissed you again, this time you kissed him back.

“do you believe me now?”

“maybe a little bit, but you still hurt my feelings jaehyun!” you pout, relaxing yourself in his grip.

“and i’ll work forever to forgive you. let me take you on an official date, yeah?” he let go of you, letting his hands trail to yours. 

“you’re lucky you make my heart melt, myung jaehyun.”

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I ended up going back to Vera's model after all and making several major fixes. She has an entirely new rig, lots of UV and texture fixes, and and much improved hands. Her eyes will still be needing an overhaul at some point, but that won't be for a very long time. Some touch-ups were made to Mobia's model, as well.

I also got some work done on Sophodra's Tips--making one very big, detailed painting. The rest just needs to be animated, a model needs tweaking, and then only slides and Gregorsa's Notes remain on that!

DDX.exe has finished the music for Sophodra's Tips, as well!

Next week will be given to letting the 2D concept artists finish up work and the 3D artists get started, while I get Sophodra's Tips animated. The week after, I'll finish up work on Sophodra's Tips as the 3D artists continue work. Going a little off schedule as I figure out a multi-person workflow, but hey, still making good time!

And now, for the end-of-year post!

Over two years of episodes, and almost four years of work on the series! Wow!!! Every year of work on this has been incredible, marking new milestones for myself. The first year I conquered a decade of total creative block to get out novels' worth of writing for the script (and still it isn't complete), and make concept art and completed models. The second year I finally began animating, putting out tests and finally a completed episode. The third year saw three episodes and the first Sophodra's Tips. And this year...

Wow. What a year.

Three more episodes, each longer than the last. Conquering the design of ambitious backgrounds I had long dreaded. A new style. A showing at a short film festival!!! And a sudden boost in viewership, boosting my subscriber count to over 10k!!! And monetization, at long last!!! Between that and the Patreon, I've made over $600 on HBG this month! That's allowed me to finally hire some people on to help design, model and animate!!!

So many things I had dreamed of, finally realized this year. Wow. Thank you so much, to all of you, for your support and helping Humans-B-Gone! get this far! I can't thank you all enough. Here's to a new year, and new characters, new areas, and new lore. I can't wait to show you all! Until next time!

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Roommates | Chapter 3

Danny x F! Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Alcohol, Arguing, Oral Sex (F receiving), Slut Shaming?

Roommates Masterlist

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If you haven’t read part 2

Author’s Note: Hey y’all! This next chapter is definitely inspired by this here picture. Outfit and all. This chapter is dearly special to my group of friends, you know who you are❤️

Next morning you woke with an excruciating hangover. It was 11:43am, you rolled over grabbing the bottle of water chugging it like you were dryer than the dessert. You sat up stretching out, you were still in the dress from last night. You shook your head, getting out of bed grabbing a pair of leggings, and a t-shirt to change into. You couldn’t exactly grasp what all happened last night, you weren’t even sure how you got into your bed.

You changed into clean clothes and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and fix your hair. You simply braided it after brushing through and detangling the knots. You then proceeded to make your way downstairs finding Josie sitting at the island eating some pancakes as Danny finished making bacon. He was shirtless, and wearing sweatpants. His curls looked messy as if he just woke up not too long ago as well.

“Morning there sleepy head.” Josie giggled, “Danny has been so nice to make us all breakfast.” She smiled, continuing to eat. “Wow, thanks Danny.” You smiled softly walking over to grab a plate and place two pancakes onto your plate with some bacon on the side. “Anytime…” He mumbled under his breath, you rolled your eyes going to sit next to Josie. “So, it’s your last week here… We should do something today. Before you leave.” You nudged Josie, as she turned towards you frowning. “I would love to stay longer… But you get it.” She smiled softly, as you nodded to her response, taking a bit of your food.

“I do. I’ll miss you. You better visit as often as you can, and I’ll do the same.” You giggled softly. “Of course! Now, what exactly should we do today?” She raised her eyebrow, “I don’t even know. I don’t know much about Nashville just yet, I just finally remembered how to get to work.” You laughed embarrassed by the thought. “How about we get a mani/pedi, and figure out the rest then?” Josie smiled at you, finishing up her food. “But I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can go.” She smiled, putting her dish in the dishwasher, leaving the room.

It was now only you and Danny in the kitchen, he was finishing up cleaning the area. Fixing himself a plate, he sat on the opposite side of the island. You kept quiet, starting to remember last night's events. You watched Danny’s hands then looked up to his face, to catch him staring at you. “Staring problem much?” He smugly asked, “I wasn’t staring.” You bit back. He then rolled his eyes laughing cockily. “Last night was… Interesting.” He took a bite of his food, watching you. “Last night was simply a mistake.” You felt your cheeks get hot.

“A mistake… Didn’t seem like it when you're moaning for me to keep going.” He smirked, you looked at him with seriousness. “Danny, Josie can’t know about anything…” You looked behind you to make sure she wasn’t around. “We’re simply roommates, and that’s until I get my own place…” You finished your plate, putting it in the dishwasher. “Who said Josie needed to know? If anything you’re the one making a deal out of it.” He finished his food coming up behind to put his dishes in the dishwasher.

“Don’t try and act like you like me all of a sudden.” You looked up at him, he towered over you greatly. “Who said I had to like you to fuck around with you?” He smirked walking away. ‘What a fucking dick…’ You thought to yourself.

As you made your way to go upstairs, Josie was coming out of the bathroom. “I just finished, I’m changing, then I’ll be ready to go.” She smiled and went into her room, you nodded making way to your room to change into a better outfit for a day out. You had grabbed your car keys, and crossbody bag meeting Josie in the main entryway.

“Have fun ladies…” Danny said, smiling and giving you a wink. You gave him a silent ‘Fuck You’ and walked out of the house with Josie getting into your car.

The drive over to the nail salon wasn’t long. Once you had entered they had seated you right away, as the place was surprisingly not busy.

“So… Are you liking it here in Nashville?” Josie looked over at you. You smiled taking a seat in the chair after picking your color. “Yeah I am, it’s really nice here. Everyone is super nice…” “Everyone except Danny… Right?” She had a sincere look, “Danny is… A hard ass.” You laughed softly, “But I’m sure we’ll manage.” You looked over at her. “I’ll set his ass straight one way or another.” She laughed softly, “Whether it's me or one of the guys.”

“Are you excited to head home and see your parents?” You giggled as the worker started to scrub your feet after they were soaking for a while. “Yeah, I miss them. And it’s good to see them too for a while before I move. I really wish Danny would visit more often though… Mom misses him more than anything. And dad too.” She sighed, “Sometimes I think he has his head so far up his ass, ya know?” She laughed to herself. “I totally get it, I mean only he can work on himself though… There isn’t much any of us can do.” You shrugged.

“I guess you’re right, well enough about that. Have you met any cute guys while being here?” She smiled brightly. “No… A lot of them seem to be here for the same things…” You shook your head. “A lot of eye candy, but nothing that has caught my interest yet unfortunately. And besides, I like being single right now. I can do whatever I want.” You laughed softly as Josie nodded agreeing. “Yeah, I miss the single life sometimes. But I’m very happy with Adam.” “I’m glad you have him, I hope to have that one day.” You smiled softly, setting the massager setting on the chair.

The both of you just relaxed and enjoyed the relaxation and conversation between the two of you. The basic girl talk and reliving the memories from college.

After finishing up, you both decided to head out to eat. Picking a burger joint, and dining in. You both had seated on a terrace outside, when you had heard your phone ringing.

You looked to see who it was, and it was your manager calling. “Hold on a sec Josie.” You smiled, answering your phone standing up to walk to a quiet area.

“Hello?”

“Ah hello, Y/N. We have some great news for you!”

“What would it be Henry?” You asked nervously.

“We have your first big work trip coming up! I’m not sure if you’re familiar with Greta Van Fleet at all? But you will be heading on tour with them starting next month.” He sounded thrilled on the other end of the line.

You stood there shocked, “Wait I’m sorry, what?” You almost choked on your words.

“We’ve seen your work with us, and thought you were doing an amazing job and wanted to challenge you a bit. So this is your big moment! What do you say?” He chuckled lightly.

“Uh, thank you! This is absolutely incredible, I won’t let you guys down. Thank you for trusting me to do this project.” You smiled happily and nervously.

“We’ll be in contact over the next few days with details and such. So you’re in the loop of how things run for a world tour. We’ll talk soon Y/N!” He sounded chipper.

“Thank you again Henry! Talk soon.” You smiled hanging up and walking back over to Josie sitting down.

Josie smiled looking up at you. “What was that all about?” You smiled at her, “Well the guys are in for a surprise…” You laughed softly. “Tell me!!” You took a deep breath, “I’m going to be going on tour with the guys…”

Josie’s face lit up. “Oh my god! That’s absolutely incredible! We’ll have to tell them.” She smiled at you beaming, you nodded your head. “Wait… Shouldn’t we keep it a surprise?” You thought about the possibility of Danny freaking out over you working for them. He won’t like the idea, considering you get on his nerves by simply being his roommate.

“Oh yeah, good idea!” She giggled softly, and started to talk about what she had planned for next week. “So I was thinking of having a get-together at Danny’s for the guys' hard work. Invite their friends and such, and their crew too. And you can get to know everyone before heading on tour with them!” She smiled excitedly. “And it’s perfect to throw before I leave.” She turned towards you frowning slightly. “Do you think Danny will be alright with the idea?” You were nervous however he would take it.

“He could never say no to his little sister, and besides that dude throws a party at his place any other time.” She laughed softly. “Whatever you say then. Okay! I’m in.” You laughed softly, as you guys continued to talk about the planning for the party as you ordered your food and ate.

➳ ➳ ➳

A week had gone by, it was Saturday. And Josie’s flight left tomorrow afternoon to return home. The week had gone by fast, due to doing some required assignments for your upcoming gig with the guys. And during the week you and Josie pretty much did whatever you could to soak up the fun that you would have left together. Occasionally her and Danny would go out golfing while you worked at home, it was nice to work in a quiet environment. Not like Danny was ever loud, but sometimes he would be playing his drums or playing his records.

You had helped decorate the house a bit with Josie, nothing crazy, you both had just set up some tables to put some snacks on and set up wine, beer and whatever else you could think of. Danny had walked into the party room as you and Josie were finishing setting everything up. “Looks great, girls.” He flashed a smile, he had his hair tied back in a low ponytail wearing a blue snapback hat. He wore it backwards, and his blue bomber jacket, and some black skinny jeans with his white sneakers. The usual Danny fit that you and Josie liked to joke at. But you couldn’t help but stare at him for a bit.

In fact Josie noticed it, “Are you gonna gawk at him the whole night or are you gonna finish grabbing the solo cups before everyone gets here.” She laughed softly, which brought you back to her attention. “I was not gawking at him. In fact, quite the opposite, is that the only outfit he owns.” You laughed softly running into the kitchen to grab the solo cups.

“You were definitely gawking at me there…” You heard Danny come up behind you. You turned on your heels facing him, “I definitely was not…” You felt your cheeks flush. “Whatever you say princess.” He smirked, walking away, “You’re a dick…” You mumbled to yourself. “Heard that!” He yelled as he exited the kitchen, you bit your lip walking back to the party room bringing the cups and setting them on the table.

An hour had passed, and people had started showing up. The crew had shown up pretty much first, and the rest of the guys followed suit after. You had introduced yourself to the guys crew before any of them noticed to try and avoid speculation. You really wanted to keep it hidden that you would be working for them. As much as it bothered you to keep this from them, you just wanted to avoid any conflict with Danny beforehand.

The party seemed to be going well, everyone was talking, drinking and some were even dancing. You went to grab a drink, filling your cup up with vodka and adding pineapple juice. When you were suddenly met with some stranger you hadn’t met before. “Hey.” The curly haired man said, “Hi, I’m sorry we haven’t met yet. I’m Y/N, and you are?” You put your hand out to shake his, he shook your hand introducing himself. “I’m Dave, I’m Danny’s friend.” You felt your heart sink to your ass, “Nice to meet you. I’m actually Josie’s friend, and I’m currently staying with Danny until I get my own place…” You looked down taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh so you’re the roommate he’s been talking about?” He smiled softly, grabbing a beer for himself. What was that supposed to mean? “I’d hope good things…” You smiled nervously and Dave smiled back. “Nothing bad! I’m sorry if I scared you for a second.” You shook your head, “No, I just don’t want to make a bad impression to anyone… I’m still relatively new to this area. And not trying to have a bad rep.” You smiled at him.

Dave shook his head softly, “Trust me, the only way you could ever have a bad reputation here is if you were a complete asshole. You don’t seem to be one, at least in my opinion.” He started laughing softly, and you laughed with him.

But what you didn’t know is that Danny was watching the two of you from afar. Dave and you had talked for a couple of more minutes about how he met Danny and what he does. You’ve come to find out he is in his own band, and that they do little gigs for the time being as they try to get their music out there to be able to do a headliner tour soon.

“That’s absolutely incredible, I’ll definitely have to check your music out.” You smiled softly, and Danny came over to you guys.

“Oh hey Danny” Dave smiled at him. “Hey… so did you know Y/N has a staring problem?” You looked over at Danny. “What do you mean?” Dave asked in response.

“Well, she was staring at me earlier and got pissed off when I called her out on it. Probably because she wants to fuck me and I don’t want to fuck her. So now she’s over here acting like the little slut she is, trying to grasp any guy's attention” He smirked at Dave, that’s when you threw your drink on him. Storming off to your bedroom, shutting your door shut behind you.

Danny comes barging into your room. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Throwing a drink on me?” You scoffed walking up to him, pushing his chest. “Are you kidding me? You deserved it. You talked about me like I was some random girl Daniel. I’m not!” You ran a hand through your hair.

“I know, I did it just to get you wound up.” He smirked, “You know…you owe me.” You looked over at him, “I owe you?”

“Don’t play stupid. You threw vodka into my eyeballs.” You smirked at his response, “So?”

“So?” He mocked your tone, “I think I deserve an apology.” He walked up to you. “I’m not apologizing.” You laughed softly.

“Okay…so you’re not going to apologize?” He was now inches from you. “I just said that” You looked up at him.

“I At least deserve a taste of that pretty pussy.” He then moved his hand to wrap around your throat. “You would like that wouldn’t you? Me tasting you?” You were fighting a whimper, looking down to where his hand was placed.

“Poor thing… Getting all worked up?” He gripped a little tighter on your throat. “You gonna do something about it?” You looked into his eyes, and he smirked at you. “I think I have an idea…” Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours, as he pulled you closer into him.

You couldn’t fight against, but only cave in. For as much as you hated his guts right now, the alcohol in you was telling you otherwise. He slowly backed you into your bed, letting you fall onto your plush comforter as he crawled on top of you, kissing your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses. Letting the cool air hit where he left his trail.

You couldn’t help but let a moan slip out, he shot a look up at you smiling mischievously. “I haven’t even done much, and you’re already falling apart…” He chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry princess, but we can’t do too much tonight… We have a party to tend to.” He hiked your skirt up, ripping off your panties.

He started kissing your inner thighs, running his hands down your body resting them just above your hips. You sat up on your elbows. “Hold up. If you’re going to eat me out, I at least get to ride your face.” He smirked at you, “Well come ride it then.”

Danny moved over to lay on your bed, grabbing your body to pull you over his face. You were hesitant when hovering his face, when suddenly his hands grip onto your thighs pulling you down. Making him pressed directly into your core. He interlocks his one hand that is wrapped around your thigh, as you place your free hand to grip the headboard.

He licks a stripe causing you to tremble under his touch, you grip the headboard for stability. He removes his face for a moment, “Are you always wet like this for me…” He then dives his face back in, kitty like licks across your clit.

“Y-yes…” You whine out for him, starting to roll your hips slowly. You felt him smirk against you, as he continued to swirl circles around your bundle of nerves. You began arching your back and bracing yourself on his chest.

He then moves a little bit further down and the bridge of his nose catches your clit making you slowly move your hips forward trying to create friction. As he starts to move his nose against your clit giving you the friction you wanted, you jolt from the sudden movement.

Danny then grabs your ass pulling you back down, “Don’t move, unless I say so.” He growled at you. You moaned out again, as he smacked your ass giving you the sign to go again. This time you let him continue on what he did before, enjoying this overwhelming feeling.

Danny kept licking your core, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You couldn’t keep your lewd sounds quiet, he made you feel like you were on cloud 9. “Danny… Right t-there…” You cried out, gripping the headboard as you began to ride his face rolling your hips.

He used his tongue to trace circles around your bud, and moved his nose to help you chase your orgasm. You bite your lip suppressing more noises. He pulled away again, “Let them out baby… Let them know who's making you feel this good.” Within an instant he goes back to aggressively eating you out. You throw your head back, pushing his hat off to grab a hold of his curls tugging at them. Causing a groan to rip from him, sending vibrations through your body. Enough to break the barrier.

“Oh fuck…” You cry out, picking up the pace in your hips rolling against his face begging for more friction. He starts pulling your thighs more bringing you closer to him. He flicks his tongue in motions you can’t even describe, you feel your thighs starting to burn, getting tired. You start to tremble above him, nearing your high. He attaches his lips around your bud shooting a look up at your face.

The feeling is euphoric as you feel yourself release onto his mouth. You grip his hair one last final tug as you let your body calm down. Your breathing is heavy as you remove yourself from his face. Standing up on your feet beside your bed, you grab a pair of panties, putting them on and fixing your skirt. “I should’ve let you do that a long time ago…” You blushed looking over at him.

He smirked looking over at you as he was fixing his hair and hat. “Well… I’m always a dick as you put it half the time…” He chuckled lightly. “Well maybe if you started treating me better, you would have a better outcome of all of this.” You looked over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffed looking back at you. “Daniel, you treat me like an object! You act as if I don’t have feelings.” You felt your cheeks getting hot.

“I don’t treat you like an object! Where the hell did you get that from?” He was yelling now, making you scared. “You act like I’m a nuisance to you. As if I ruined your life by simply living here.” You raised your voice. “It’s not that easy to fucking explain Y/N!” He slammed his hand against the wall making you jump. You felt tears welling up, “I think you should leave the room…” You choked out.

“It’s my fucking house.” He looked over at you. “And I pay rent. Get out of my room!” You screamed at him crying now. “Fine.” He stormed past you, opening and slamming the door behind him.

You laid on your bed, crying to yourself feeling at your most vulnerable state. Why was he this way? What did you ever do to deserve to be treated this way? And now you would be facing him every day by yourself while Josie goes back home…

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Freak Show Chapter 6

Buggy x fem!reader

Summary: After landing on a new island, you've ran into a familiar face that you've had none stop thoughts and fantasizied about since the last time you've seen him.

TW: Dom buggy, degradation, NSFW, smut, MDNI

WC: 6.8K (25 words away for 6.9k)

Notes; This is my longest Buggy chapter yet. I am so proud of it. Im also not the greatest at writing smut. I hope you all are enjoying the fic so far. The updates aren't so frequent, but I hope you guys take time to lmk. Thank you :)

Chapter 6: 100,000,000 berries

Weeks have gone by, and you haven’t seen Buggy since. You were sure you’d love it this way, but a part of you felt a bit upset. You didn’t understand why. But there was something about his lack of presence that made a part of you feel empty all of a sudden. You shrugged it off most of the time. But the other day after raiding a village you had come across a familiar face. Buggy’s new wanted poster. 150,000,000. Wow. I guess the Marines weren’t too happy about the incident. You felt a mix of proud, but sadness. It was bittersweet. You ignored those feelings more and more.

You couldn’t miss him, and you weren’t going to allow yourself to.

You arrived back onboard, setting sail for a new place to settle and rob. You basically cleaned the whole village of all their belongings. And you didn’t need to kill that many of them either.

You laid in your quarters, staring at the ceiling, letting your thoughts go wild. You found every time you were alone you thought of the moment you swore to forget. You remembered every detail though. Every word. Every kiss. Every single thing. Especially the way he made you feel. You don’t think you ever laid with a man so determined to make you feel as good as you did. You found yourself staying up nights with your hand in your panties trying not to forget any minor detail of it.

You always finished with a waft of shame coming over you afterward. It was something you never saw coming in a million years. It almost felt like a really good nightmare.

You got up in the morning after tossing around for hours thinking about Buggy. You snuck off to the bathroom that attached to your room, opened the shower door, and slid inside. You turned the handle to let the hot water come over your body. You sighed, leaning your hair under the shower head before shampooing and conditioning it. Another perverted thought crept up and you immediately shook it out of your brain. He looked so good on top of you. Nope. You had to ignore these thoughts. You couldn’t do this to yourself.

This was beyond sick. You couldn’t be trusted with your own thoughts.

But neither could Vivienne. She had conversations with him nearly daily on their transponder snails. They spent hours into the night whispering to one another in fear of getting caught or found out. They didn’t feel good about sneaking around, but what they had seemed worth it to betray their captains like this.

“Where are you guys off to now?” Cabaji wondered, hoping he’d be able to get Buggy to set sail for where they were going as well. It’s almost half of the reason your crews were able to run into each other. The other reason was Buggy’s crazy obsession with ‘taking you down’. But it now seemed impossible now that both of your bounties were so high now. You sat at just 100,000,000 berries. 50,000,000 less than Buggy which bruises your ego a bit. But you were working on it. Your competitiveness always got the best of you. If you couldn’t get the highest bounty, you at least needed a higher one than Buggy. It seemed humiliating to be seen as less dangerous than him.

“I’m not too sure, we just left Longiana.” Vivienne huffed at the disappointment.

You couldn’t stand being alone in your room any longer. You pulled your hair in a silked veil to hide your wet hair before putting on your usual attire. You swiped on makeup before making your way out of the quarters. You were greeted by the crew, listening to concerns they had. Just questioned whatever was next. You had been raiding small villages, trying to keep low before having to go back to find the map of the grand line. It was far too dangerous, not just for you, but for everyone aboard the ship. Sure, the grand line is just as unsafe, but this was something preventable. You needed to act smart.

“Where the fuck is Vivienne?” You complained. You were sure she had a few plans she could recommend to you. She came up with decisions sometimes, it was just up to you whether it sounded like a good idea.

“Unsure ma’am. She hasn’t come out this morning. Even for breakfast.” Lily, a member of your crew announced. She was fairly new. She begged and begged to join, doing whatever it took. She tried to prove that she was brutal enough, but brutality wasn’t the only thing you searched for. The only reason you let her join was she had snuck onboard and stayed for days without anyone spotting her. She was quick. Sneaky. Smart. Logical. That’s what you looked for. And she was of good use to you. You had even brought her along to raids and she was able to sneak by food for the crew that would last you at least 3 weeks. The girl had everything it took to be granted the honor of joining you and your crew. She already had such deep dedication. She even won you over by saying she knew you’d be the one ruling every sea known. It was charming.

“Fuck- I’ll get her.” Your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t be sailing to nowhere. You needed a plan at the very least. You headed to her room and opened the door. Vivienne jumped in her bed, giving you an absolutely terrified look as if she had seen the world's scariest film and was told she’d die in 7 days after watching it.

“Oh keep your panties on. What do you recommend we do?” You questioned her.

“What if I was naked?” She asked you, clearly annoyed at the lack of privacy you granted her right now.

“I’ve seen it already. Not interested. Answer the question. None of these dumb fucks have a clue.” You shook your head, placing your hand against your temple, stressed out already after leaving Longiana. You were stressed even while at Longiana. You needed to plan something. You’ve never been so behind. You were always 5 steps ahead. But you felt like you were drowning. Nothing ever came to mind other than Buggy.

“go to Ginevia.” Cabaji whispered in her ear through her transponder. She hid it with her hair covering it.

“Uh- I think Ginevia might be a good place to lay low for a while. Little to no marines. Secluded. Bars everywhere. It seems good enough to stay…” Vivienne recommended. You waited for another village and Vivienne panicked.  “Or maybe… fuck- sorry I didn’t get much sleep last night.” She quickly made up a lie to get you to leave.

“Fine Ginevia it is…” You murmured. “Get rest my love. I need my right-hand man…” You gave her some kind of affectionate words to make up for invading her privacy previously. Her lips turned to a light smile, a part of her dying inside knowing she lied to you.

“I love you.” She granted you that.

“Love you too. Don’t miss dinner today or I’ll barge in here again.” You revealed a smile to her. You rarely showed anyone on board this side of you. But Vivienne was special. Maybe it was all the years spent together or just the fact you’ve always put such trust in her that let you be this way. You never thought she could ever hurt you.

You retreated back to the crew and set course for Ginevia.

“See you later my love…” Cabaji mumbled. Vivienne's smile turned even bigger before pulling the transponder out of her ear. He managed to grant her a smile every time they spoke.

If you could see her, you’d be disgusted.

Hour rolled by and you kept yourself busy by ordering people around. You spent an ungodly and suspicious amount of time with them. You often retreated to your quarters or trained. But you didn’t trust being alone with your thoughts. A rumor flew around that Buggy tortured you and you had gotten a new respect for life and the crew. You knew any day could be your last and you wanted to be around people rather than a hermit. What a load of horse shit.

You even helped out with dinner and setting tables. You sat at the head table, watching people flood into the room. Soon you saw Vivienne as she had made a plate for herself. You spent most of the dinner just giggling and talking to Vivienne about nonsense. “NO! But remember when he was turning around the corner and slipped!” Vivienne cackled loudly.

“No! Please! I forgot! Stop-“You cried in between laughs. “The fuckwad slammed right into a wall and fell!” You let yourself laugh loudly.

“Please stop! My stomach hurts! I can’t!” Vivienne gripped her side, causing you to laugh even louder.

But unfortunately, this could not last the entire night. Slowly everyone left and Vivienne excused herself to her chambers, claiming she was exhausted. You got up and grabbed a bottle of wine before retreating on your own.

You spent the night downing an entire bottle before knocking into a deep slumber.

This became a habit you acquired until hitting Ginevia.

You stepped off the boat before making your way around the village. There were a lot of bars. Vivienne did not lie at all about that. You passed by a wall, seeing wanted posters scattered. Some familiar faces and a few new ones. Monkey D. Luffy… what a dumb name… Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter? Oh, there was a new cutie there too. Sanji… looks like a bit of an asshole, but whatever. Nami… God… Usopp. What a prick. Your eyes landed on two wanted posters freshly put up. Buggy the Clown and yours. You stared for a while.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, drawing your sword quickly, looking behind you. No one… Weird. You felt another. You turned around again. Nothing. You felt wind pick up and without looking, grabbed whatever was being thrown on your shoulder. You pulled it over to examine it to notice it was a gloved hand. Fuck- he was here.

You threw the hand on the floor, bringing your heel to it quickly. “Ow! Bitch!” Buggy yelped from the corner as he came back to retrieve what belonged to him. You couldn’t make any eye contact for whatever reason. You pulled your foot off and made an attempt to leave. You didn’t want to look at him out of fear of how you’d react. “Aww come on! Don’t leave me waiting! It was a joke!” Buggy called out for you.

You chose to ignore him and continued to leave him behind. You could not stand to. Be around him right now was not something you needed. This was enough to itch the craving you had for him. You felt the collar of your dress halts you from moving any further. “Buggy let go.” You demanded, a sternness in your voice.

“Oh, come on, you didn’t miss me? I sure missed you a lot.” Buggy attempted to flirt, your eyes rolling. You recoiled, leaning your body away from him.

“Why would I miss you?” You knew why. You did.

“Hmm might be because I fucked you till you barely could even say another word.” Buggy whispered. He was well aware of how embarrassed you had been afterward, but he knew you desired him just as much as he did. At least he tricked himself into believing it.

“Fucking whatever… Just that was the last time, okay? Leave it at that. You’re not my friend. Or my lover. Just some stupid obnoxious clown who can’t seem to leave me alone.” You spit venom his way, hoping he’d take the hint and leave you be. But you knew he wouldn’t.

“I was here first!” Buggy yelled like a child.

You just ignored him once again, vanishing in thin air. You wandered around, making sure not to bump into anyone to blow your cover. You took this time to steal from the small shops around town. But it seemed like you constantly ran into Buggy. Despite him not seeing you, it seemed like you couldn’t escape him. You finally had gone over an hour without running into him before seeing his wanted poster once again. You couldn’t do it any longer. You had to find him. Just to get this off your mind already.

You wandered around town, unable to find him. The only place he could be was his ship. You walked along the port before finding the boat with the obnoxious jolly roger with his makeup look painted on it. You couldn’t believe you were letting your urges get to you this much. You wondered around before finding his quarters. You opened and shut the door, reappearing in front of him. He sat at his desk creating a new map. He looked a lot less flashy than you were ever used to. You never even knew his hair was that long. You always just assumed it was a part of his hat. His hair was bound with a hair tie as he just sat in his usual striped shirt and pants. You couldn’t help but look at his arms. They were slim yet muscular with small scars scattered around them.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Buggy asked, putting his pen away, laying back in his chair. His head turned to you, waiting for a response.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it since we left the Marine base. I wouldn’t come if I really just wanted to humiliate myself. So don’t make this as embarrassing as it needs to.” You confessed. It hurt to even have to say it. You never had to beg for what you wanted. But you’ve also never wanted something so bad.

“Oh, so you did miss me?” Buggy laughed at you. You groaned, wanting to make an attempt to leave, but you couldn’t pull yourself from doing so. “Beg then…” The room fell quiet. You’ve never had to submit to a man like this. Nor would you have ever allowed this kind of treatment.

“Fuck! Fine.. Plea-“ You began before Buggy cut you off. “No. On your knees and beg.” He ordered. You bit your lip contemplating if it was worth your dignity before lowering yourself on your knees.

“Please- I really just want you to fuck me again.” You begged for him.

“How much have you been thinking about me?” Buggy seemed to be entertained of the idea of you thinking about him. You huffed, ready to die of embarrassment. “Don’t act all shy now. You’re already on your knees.” Buggy pointed out, a laugh escaping his lips, enjoying seeing how seemingly easy this seemed for him now.

“Fuck- okay-… uh, like…” You couldn’t seem to actually confess any of this to him. You swallowed your pride eventually. “Every night. Whenever I’m alone, I always think about it. It’s the one thing I can’t get off my mind.” You quickly spewed out.

Buggy leaned in, seemingly interested in the fact.  “Oh, so you really need it bad huh?” He asked.  His elbows rested on his knees that spread apart from each other before returning to sit upright.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need it.” You said in a sarcastic tone. “Now can the humiliation please end?” This was all so degrading for you. Having to beg for sex was something you never had to do. And having to do so much for slight attention didn’t make it any better.

“Oh, but darling, the humiliation just started.” Buggy laughed at your embarrassment. You shook your head, deciding you were too good for this. You already lost so much of your pride to continue to let this all occur to you. You got up from the floor, heading towards the door mumbling under your breath. “Un fucking believable.”

Buggy watched you for a bit before sending a hand to grab a fist full of your hair and dragging your entire body back onto the floor. You fell down against the wooden floorboard, your knees and hands attempted to catch you. Your eyes went over to Buggy as you heard his boots hitting the wood as he made his way towards you. “I’m not done having my fun.” Buggy bent down in front of you, his face filled with sinister and sadistic ideas of what to put you through.

“I’m not gonna sit here and be humiliated.” You tried to protest.

“Well it isn’t really about what you like right now. You came here. You said you wanted this. I thought you never went against your word…” Buggy continued to demean you, using your own words against you.

-14 months ago-

You had gotten back to your ship after a loot with a few of your crew to see the entire ship disheveled. A few of your crewmates tied against each other or poles that ran throughout the ship as things were thrown around.

A pit of boiling rage filled you up. You dropped whatever was in your hands, a large thud hitting the floor with small clinging continuously hitting the floor. Your hands grew clammy and your face grew hotter by the second. “What the fuck happened here? What the fuck did you idiots allow to happen here?” Your voice boomed throughout the main deck. You inched closer to one of the crewmates, snagging their bounds off of their mouth and grabbing the root of their hair to look your way. “You better give me a good reason that my shit was taken, or you all are being thrown overboard.” You threatened. Vivienne scrambled to assess the damage. “Don’t you think it's a bit harsh…” Vivienne quietly chimed in.

“Shut the fuck up! Unless all your shit is ripped apart and stolen because of incompetent fuckwads, then you have the right to tell me what’s too fucking harsh!” You lashed out before turning back to the scared crewmate. “Now- who the fuck did this?” Your words coming out slowly to demean the crewmate even further. You drew a dagger, placing it under their chin.

“B-b-buggy… His crew ambushed us… It was so fast we couldn’t see it coming…” She cried, snot and droll coming from her face and down to her chin. You pulled the dagger away and released her hair as if it was poisonous to the touch. “Where the fuck did he go?” You asked.

“Look for me?” Buggy called out, standing on a barrel that sat upon the quarter-deck. He held a rolled-up scroll in his hand, waving it around to mock you. Your vision turned completely red, drawing your sword and charging over to him.

Buggy laughed manically before sending a punch over. You drew your sword, swinging to deflect it. You knew it would not do anything to him, but in the moment anything seemed like a rational thought. You forgot he wasn’t normal. His hand reattached itself behind you before striking you in the back of the head. You stumbled, not ready to hit the floor yet. You recovered quickly before charging again. You disappeared, but your footsteps gave you away. Buggy threw punches, missing most of the time, but catching you once he heard your footsteps more clearly. You swung a sword at him repeatedly, chopping him into tiny pieces before he put himself together. You held a grip on your neck, throwing you against one of the shrouds. You reappeared before him, his fingers growing a tighter grip around your throat. His laugh grew more annoying to you than ever.

He stepped down with a bit of a flashy performative state as if he was ready to do a show for the entire ship, bouncing with every step. “Checkmate, sunshine.” He laughed before stepping onto the bowsprit. He jumped off, landing on a smaller boat. You were paralyzed as he left his hand there to keep you pinned. “You morons! Go get him!” You cried out. The only non-bounded crew attempted to grab a smaller boat before realizing they were all sunk and destroyed by Buggy's crew. “Captain we don’t have any…” One of them confessed. You were finally released, and you rushed over to the railing before screaming out into the sea.

“Fucking listen to me! I never go against my word! And I will not stop until you and your crew are fucking gone! I will do whatever it takes!” You cried out. You were completely and utterly embarrassed and defeated.

-now-

“You know…you always knew how to make a girl feel so special.” You said sardonically.

“I mean- I made you feel pretty special at the marine base didn’t I?” Buggy reminded you. It seemed like this was something that was constantly going to be held over your head.

“You’re fucking ridiculous…” You shook your head. You weren’t sure if you were willing to go through this humiliation anymore. You stood up, trying to get the point across.

“I mean- it is your choice.” Buggy hops off his large chair, taking steps towards you. He walked over to you like a dark cloud ready to engulf you in. “You could either leave and hold this embarrassment of sitting here on my floor begging for me or…” His gloved hand reached down to your chin gently as he lifted your head up to look him in the eye. “I can give you exactly what you’ve been apparently thinking about every single night.” His last words huffed out, mocking the desperation you obviously were in.

You fell for it almost immediately. Your legs grew weak, your chest rose up and down quicker and your body leaned into Buggy’s touch, so desperate for him to give you exactly what you were craving. You broke his gaze out of complete embarrassment of what you’ve become. You’ve never behaved this way towards any man. No one made you feel the way Buggy did.

Your eyes left his and to a bottle that he carried in his room. “Fine- but can I have a drink so I can at the very least?” You needed more courage. Something to break the persona you had going for you.

Buggy’s hand flew to the bottle that he watched your eyes revert to, grabbing it before landing it back in between the two of you. “If it makes you less of a prude, be my guest.” His lips curled into a smirk. His finger flung the cap off before handing it over to you. You took a heavy breath, preparing for the awful strong taste before taking a pretty hefty swig. You’ve gotten a lot more used to it due to your time at sea. But it never got easy or tasted good enough.

You took a few more, gagging at the taste before setting it down. “I’m not a fucking prude by the way. I just need some sense of dignity.” You insulted him.

“You lost that bit of dignity the moment you came in. here begging me to fuck you.” He pointed out. He grabbed the bottle before taking a drink out of it with no problem. Just another way Buggy wanted to show off to you. The bottle sat back down on the counter, Buggy turning right back to you. His hand laid on your lower back, pulling your body against his significantly larger one. Your eyes laid on him, taking in everything you found strangely beautiful about it like the day at the Marine base.

Buggy leaned forward, pressing rough kisses into the nap of your neck, biting down a few times. You wanted to protest in fear of having marks being left on you for your crew to see, but the euphoria from it left you speechless. Only a few murmurs and whimpers left your lips. Buggy held your body up, holding you close to him as his kisses peppered down your collarbone. A few gasps left your lips, his teeth sinking into your skin, growing hungrier the more noises you made.

“You really want me that badly?” his voice in a rough tone, undoing your shirt, eager to see you the way he did just a few weeks ago. He exposed you to himself, taking in the sight before toying with your breasts.

You couldn’t help but let out another small whimper, nodding to his question. “Nu-uh. Verbalize your words, darling.” His lips curled into a sinister grin.

“Fuck-“ You were finally able to mutter something out. “Yes- Yes Buggy, I want you. Really really bad.” You gave him what he wanted. You just knew this would boost his ego tremendously.

“You’re a lot more pathetic than I assumed you were.” He couldn’t help himself. You always kept such a hard cold exterior. No one knew the real new under the persona you played. Maybe it wasn’t even a persona. Who knew? But he was able to crack the persona and get such a new version of you. It was so easy to him. There was a bit of pushback, but he was able to see something about almost no one ever got to see.

His hands roamed down your body, pressing his lips across your neck and shoulder. He grabbed the skirt you had on, putting his hand underneath. His fingers grazed the outside of your underwear, laughing to himself. “And you’re already so soaked…” He continued to pester you. “On the floor.” He ordered. You nodded, taking a seat down in front of him, completely at his will. “You look so much prettier at this angle.” His fingers caressed your cheek.

You were so distracted, staring at him to realize his hand made its way back under your skirt. You felt a pressure press up against you, a moan escaping your lips. “So much prettier when you’re acting like a little whore like this.” Buggy’s gaze grew darker, thinking of sinister things to do to you. His fingers rubbed circles over your clit, growing faster and faster. Your whimpers and moans got louder.

His fingers moved your panties to the side, sliding two fingers into you. You gasped at the suddenness. His fingers pumped into you slowly at first but grew quicker over time. You gripped your thighs, letting moans slip through your lips.

You bucked your hips but felt the absence of his fingers. “You’re not cuming without me, sweetheart. You gotta work for it.” You sat up straighter, reaching for the waistband of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang up, hard already from watching you squirm around under his touch.

Your hands wrapped around his shaft, pumping him before bringing the head of his cock into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head. You removed your hands the more of him you took into your mouth. Buggy’s lips faintly pulled apart as his breathing grew heavier, soft moans leaving his lips. “Look up at me.” He called out to you. You obeyed, your eyes meeting his. He admired you for a second before snapping back to before.

He grew hotter, pulling his shirt off, throwing it off somewhere in the room, fully exposing himself to you. His hand grabbed a fist full of your hair, pushing your head down quickly. You gagged against him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He watched you struggle to breathe, tears forming at the corners of your eyes before finally pulling you back to get some air. He let you gain control once again. He threw his head back, letting a moan slip out his lips before staring down at you once again.

Your pace grew faster, trying to concentrate on making him feel as good as he made you feel. “You look so much better with my cock in your mouth, you know that?” he attempted to say through heavy breaths. He felt himself grow closer before pulling away from you. He pulled you up by your hair, dragging you as he did so.

You yelped, following his guide as he finally released your hair out of his grip. “Take it off… All of it.” He sat down at the edge of his bed, his eyes laid on your body.

“You are such a pervert, y’know that?” You said before pulling off your skirt painfully slowly in Buggy’s opinion. “I’m not the one sneaking onto ships for a late-night booty call, am I? I think the real pervert is you.”

He made a valid point that you couldn’t argue. You stripped for him, baring yourself completely for him. He had no words. Nothing snarky or petty. He just sat there and admired you. He didn’t get to actually stare as much as he wanted to at the Marine Base. This time he had a complete view of you. “On the bed. Now.”

You took soft, unrushed steps towards the bed. Buggy grew impatient, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto the bed. You felt his hand strike your cheek, holding it before it started to burn. “You’re gonna listen to everything I say tonight, got it?” He threatened before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Now, are you gonna be a stupid fucking whore or are you gonna be good?” he asked, warning you of your answer as his grasp tightened around your neck.

“Can’t I be both?” You answered sarcastically. Your air flow grew more restricted. Buggy’s jaw tightened as he gave you one last warning. “I don’t know. Do you want to be able to cum tonight? Or am I gonna have you all I want and send you fantasizing about me more?”

You took time to think, wanting to test the waters a bit more before feeling another strike hit your cheek. “Times clicking. Come on, even though I wish we did, we don’t have all night.” “Fine- I’ll try to be good..” You reluctantly replied. Buggy had no choice but to take that response. His lips crashed against yours, moving his grip from your throat back onto your hair. He tugged at it slightly. Your lips move in unison together.

Buggy’s lips moved down to your jaws, making his way down as he peppered kisses down your body.

His lips ended at your inner thighs. You squirmed, eager for him to touch you again. You whimpered, needing him to finally give you what you wanted.

“You’re such a pathetic whore.” He laughed lowly. His hand reached over, lets his fingers graze you slightly. You twitched, bucking your hips for more.

“Please-please just touch me…” You began begging. His painted lips grew into a mischievous smirk. He was enjoying every second of breaking you down completely at his whim.

“Say my name.” He knew it would only break you more.

You groaned at the request but gave in quickly. “Please Buggy- Please just fucking touch me. Fuck me. Just please.”

He obeyed your plea. His thumb pressed light pressure against your clit, rubbing small circles. You gripped onto his sheets, covering your face to muffle out your moans as you let out an ‘oh fuck.” Immediately after. Your cheeks flushed red. Buggy ripped the sheets away from you. “Nu-uh… you wanted this. No need to be so embarrassed now.” He had to have a humiliation kink. If you’d let him, you wouldn’t doubt that he would have you chained and forced to walk around him in public.

His head leaned closer to your cunt, finally letting his tongue glide across your folds. Your back arched, your breath growing uneasy. His tongue swiped up and down, finding the perfect pace. His movements grew fasters as his thumb left your clit, being replaced with his tongue. He sucked on your clit a few times, loving the reaction you gave him every time.

“Fuck me- please just fuck me. I want you in me right now.” You interrupted him. He pulled away quickly, hoping you’d ask even sooner.

“You’re such a greedy whore.” He lined himself up with you before pushing himself inside you. His moan syncing with yours. Your hand gripped onto his muscular lean arm, After pumping into you a few times, you adjusted to his size. He spent no time trying to get you to get used to him. His hips slammed against your ass furiously, leaving the room with nothing but the sound of skins slapping together and breathy whimpers and moans. He leaned forward, bringing your leg up to give him more access to you.

You both caught each other's gaze before Buggy pushed your head to the side, pressing it against the bed, using you as nothing but support as he used your body as his own personal sex toy. Something about it made it so much better to you. There was no passion. Just sex. You both were using each other and that’s exactly how you wanted it to remain. Just dirty, animalistic sex. His thrust grew faster causing you to buck your hips towards him. You needed him.

His hand moved away from your face, wrapping around your throat tightly. He squeezed your throat as he would whenever you two would get into small battles with each other. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. His other hand moved to the back of your head, moving it up roughly, forcing you to watch him fuck you. “You like watching yourself get fucked?” He hissed before striking you once more, moving his hand back to your throat.

“Yes- I love it.” You cried. Your moans grew out of sync and faster once you were about to hit your limit. You couldn’t hold out longer, cumming all over his cock as he continued to fuck you. Your cheek stung after his open hand swung across your cheek. His hand gripped your jaw, forcing your attention to him. “I didn’t tell you when you could cum, did I?” he sounded furious, slapping you again.

You shook your head. Tears began to leak down your face, ruining the makeup you had put on earlier in the day. Dark black streaks of make-up ran down your cheek. “You’re such a whore. You couldn’t wait, could you?” He berated you. You shook your head again. Buggy spit across your face, causing your makeup to run even more. “Just a little plaything for me to use.” Buggy continued.  

“I-I’m sorry…” You attempted to say. You were already reaching a second climax. “Please let me cum again…” You learned. He trained you to be exactly what he wanted.

“Not until I say you can.” Buggy gripped your hips, using them to move against him as he thrusted into you. As he got closer, his thrusts grew sloppier, mainly using his grip on you to bounce you against him. “Fuck-“ he muttered out of breath. He pulled out of you, jerking himself off over you. You propped yourself up with your elbows, sticking your tongue out. “You’re so fucking disgusting.” He laughed at you. He leaned in, spitting in your mouth before shoving two of his fingers deep down your throat before pulling them out to replace his cock. He laid the head of his cock against your tongue before letting his cum release onto your tongue and a bit of your face. He pulled away before getting off the bed. He kneeled down, grabbing your legs, pulling you forward. He dived back into your cunt, this time with a quicker pace. His fingers entered you, pumping into you. Before he knew it, you began begging for him to let you cum. And he granted you the right. You climaxed, cumming around his fingers. You were left completely sore.

“I need to take a fucking bath…” Realization hit you. Your face was covered in spit and cum and your body littered with not just your sweat, but Buggy’s as well.

“Ya it’s on the right.” Buggy pointed out the bathroom. He was a lot softer and sweeter than he was just a few minutes away. “Do you need a towel?” He asked, getting up to check on you. Mostly out of concern and some for other perverted reasons.

“Uh- I think I found them…” You mumbled. You entered Buggy’s bathroom, taken aback by the luxuries he apparently had on board. Makes sense for someone who was obsessed with themselves you guessed. You didn’t bother closing the door. You filled the tub up, putting soap in it before sliding into it. “You can watch… I know you really want to pervert.” You called out to him. “Already a step ahead of you.” He called back out, laying on his back, taking a peak at you from the comfort of his own bed.

You grabbed a wash rag, scrubbing your body down before washing your face off. You removed all the makeup you spent time putting on earlier today. You were never really comfortable with people seeing you without makeup. You weren’t too comfortable with people seeing you naked either. And Buggy has seen one of those already. So it seemed less of a big deal. You drained the bath, stepping out. You patted yourself dry before coming back to the bedroom in search of your clothes.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” Buggy proposed. 

“Why? So your crew could rob us?” You questioned.

“You can go check on my crew. Half of them are setting up for the show tomorrow or getting black out drunk tonight.” Buggy offered. You scoffed, continuing your search. “Please-.” You heard Buggy’s pleads. You sighed, looking him down before giving in.

“Fine… But this won’t ever happen again. Got it?” You warned. Just like you did at the Marine base.

“Fucking yea yea. Go on. You’re the leader here.” Buggy returned to his sarcastic self after making himself look like a complete fool. You didn’t bother looking for your clothes before sneaking into his bed. It was almost like getting onto a cloud. Either Buggy robbed some rich elite prick or Buggy dropped an obscene amount of berries for it. Judging by Buggy’s room and his clear taste for luxury, you already knew which one it was.

You rested your head onto one of his pillows, letting your body rest. You didn’t realize how tired you actually were. You felt an eeriness, turning your head to see Buggy examining you. “Please don’t mention it.” You begged.

“You’re a lot less intense without all of that on…” Buggy mentioned it.

You shielded your face, groaning from embarrassment. “We all have personas. You have your clown thing. I have my intense dark thing. Drop it. Please.” “I think it looks rather nice. Cuter. Less stabby.” Buggy tried to compliment and joke to ease your discomfort. You unshielded yourself, nodding and taking the compliment.

“Thank you Buggy.” You mumbled. Your body turned to him. Your eyes attempted to stay awake for his sake and for fear of him betraying you. “See. Adorable. Like a little rabbit.” Buggy chuckled. He cautiously scooted closer to you and rested his hand on your hip. His hand slowly stroked your hip, not able to keep his eyes off you. He leaned in to press a kiss over you before you pulled away. “I don’t think that’s a great idea. We’re not having sex. You don’t need to play house with me.” You warned. You didn’t want to break a boundary. It bruised Buggy’s ego, but he covered it quickly.

“No round 2? You’re right. I’m tired too.” He tried to quickly recover. You felt guilty, but it was too much intimacy.

A silence fell over the two of you as you laid there, attempting to sleep. The awkwardness keeping you both up. You broke the silence. “You can hold me if you want…” You whispered.

It was dark inside the room, allowing Buggy to truly express how he felt. His lips grew into a huge goofy smile before wrapping his arms around you reluctantly. But in reality, that’s all he wanted. “I get it. The dark can be scary.” Buggy mocked you.

“Shut up and go to sleep.” You retaliated.

You leaned into one another. Your head resting over his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hand rested on his toned arms. He rubbed circles into your hips, relaxing you. You both knocked out, wrapped around each other.

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You woke up early enough to make your escape unknown. You checked on Buggy to see if he was awake. Poor thing. You didn’t want to break his heart. You dressed yourself and gathered all your belongings.

Even the map to the grand line Buggy stole from you months ago. You vanished within thin air and escaped the boat. You woke your entire crew up, faking a story of a terrible encounter with Buggy. Thankfully you had enough time to cover your marks up, leaving a few to make the fight look believable. Your legs were littered with bruises. Your arm had a few scratches, and your chest had a few scattered around.

And there. You left port for a new island to hide out to.

Notes: This fan fic really represents how i've felt after realizing i was attracted to a clown rather than a normal character in the show

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new beginnings

chad meeks martin x reader

words: 1.8k

notes: the lack of chad fics on here is painful 😖. mentions of stabbing/scars, a bit of insecure!chad.

After the Woodsboro killings, Chad was extremely happy that Sam had suggested moving to New York. The thought of leaving all of his past behind was something he couldn't wait to do, and moving away for college heightened his excitement.

Trailing after his twin sister, Mindy, Chad carried both of their bags. "Care to tell me why you can't carry this, again?" he asked, fixing the strap of the gym bag that was full of clothes hanging from his shoulder. "Come on, big boy. You got this; it's just a few boxes," Mindy teased, pretending to flex her arm muscles as she had seen Chad do many times.

"Plus, Sam is also helping. And you're cheaper than a moving company, so..."

"Still? You could help." He let out a sigh of relief when Mindy finally reached her dorm room, knocking twice before a shorter girl opened the door with a grin on her face. "You must be Mindy! Come in," the girl stepped aside, and Chad followed with an awkward smile as he was offered help with the boxes. "Don't mind him; he's just here to help with the heavy stuff," Mindy said, sitting on the sheet-less bed next to the one with baby pink bedding.

Leaving the boxes on the floor and giving a wave to his sister's new roommate, Chad made his way to his own dorm, having to carry boxes once again.

"Hey," a small voice caught Chad off guard. Turning around to face you, he said, "Do you need help with those?" You pointed to the bags still hanging from his shoulder. Chad was momentarily stunned, taken aback by your sudden appearance.

He quickly composed himself and gave you a grateful smile. "Uh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks." You took one of the bags from him, surprised at how heavy it was. "Wow, you really packed a lot in here," you remarked, struggling to keep the bag from slipping out of your grip. Chad chuckled, "Yeah, I might have overpacked a little bit."

He fell silent; Chad wanted to be cautious about who he let into his life. He really, really wanted to. He would never admit it to his friends from Woodsboro, but he could barely sleep at night, and sometimes, when he showered, he looked down at the scars on his side and felt his breath catch in his throat for a second, wishing they'd disappear.

"Where'd you go?" you asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

"That thing," you used your free hand to point at his face, "you seemed out of it for a bit. I was asking where you're staying." Chad seemed to think for a second, falling silent once again. "Just down the street."

He had promised himself he'd be careful with who he let into his life; his sister kept reminding him over and over again about being wary of everybody, even his own roommate, who he hadn't even met yet.

Chad made his way towards his building, and you followed behind, thinking of ways to strike up a conversation. Silence made you feel uneasy, and Chad had a frustrated look on his face. "This is me, thanks for helping me with the bags," he said quickly and reached for the things you'd helped carry. "See ya," he muttered, turning around and pretending to look for the keys, knowing damn well that wasn't his building.

"I could help you get everything up there, if you want."

"It's fine." Chad was nice; he knew he was. But Mindy's words kept repeating in his head: "Do not trust anybody, not even your own shadow." A little lie couldn't hurt anyone, could it? Seeing that Chad was practically ignoring you, you reached to tap his shoulder. "If you don't need anything else, I'll let you get settled in. I'll see you around? I think?"

He nodded. "Sure, yeah." You could sense some kind of discomfort on his face, even though his voice sounded cheerful. Chad waited for you to be far enough to quickly pick up his things again and go to his actual building, feeling incredibly guilty by the stunt he'd just pulled.

"You're the dumbest person I've ever met," Mindy texted after Chad sent a two-minute-long voice message explaining what had just happened. "Kudos on the not trusting strangers thing, though. So glad to see that somebody actually listens to me."

He heard the sound of keys jiggling together, then the front door closing. "You scared the shit out of me, man," he said once he saw the curly-haired guy holding a bunch of bags. His roommate gave him a confused look, clearly seeing Chad relax after seeming so tense at his entry.

It had been a couple of hours since he'd settled in; it was already dark outside, and his roommate, Ethan, was lying on his bed watching what seemed like a YouTube video on his phone. So, Chad decided to go for a walk to clear his head. He paced around for a bit, not really knowing where he was headed, but the group of students walking in front of him made him feel more at peace.

"Hey, you," you said, walking out of your own building with a notebook in your hands. "Going for a walk?" He nodded. "Yep, just needed some fresh air," Chad replied, noticing the notebook in your hands. "Are you a writer or something?"

You chuckled, glancing down at your hands. "Sort of. I'm studying journalism, so I'm always jotting down ideas." Chad made a move to hold out his hands, urging you to ask more about what you had written down on the page that was showing. "Do you mind if I join your walk?"

"Sure," Chad said, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of things do you write about?" A warm smile formed on your face as you walked alongside him. "Everything, really. I think if it's written well, anything can be interesting."

Chad nodded, his eyes wandering over the bustling streets of the campus. The city lights illuminated the night sky, creating a vibrant backdrop for their conversation. As he walked beside you, Chad couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in your presence. He had been so guarded since the Woodsboro incident, but something about you made him feel at ease.

"You know," Chad began, choosing his words carefully, "I'm sorry if I seemed off earlier."

You glanced at him, empathy shining in your eyes. "Oh! It's okay, moving can be very stressful. Where are you from?... Sorry, I forgot to ask for your name," you admitted, a bit embarrassed that you had started babbling and rambling to a boy whose name you didn't even know. "Chad," he replied, "I'm from-" he seemed to think, "Michigan. I came with my sister and my friends."

"That's very nice, Chad. I hope you all settle in just fine," you patted his arm, and Chad felt like he'd never been more relaxed. "I'm Y/N. If any of you need anything, you know where to find me." You pointed back to the building you'd just come out of, and Chad recognized his sister's dorm window from afar.

His gaze met yours, and Chad

 felt a flicker of hope within him. Maybe opening up to someone, even a stranger, could be a step toward healing the wounds that haunted him. As you kept walking, Chad started to open up a bit; his closed-off persona had merged into a charming one, and he didn't seem to mind that he'd turned off his overthinking so quickly.

"Wanna sit for a bit?" Chad offered. He let you sit down on the bench first and then positioned himself next to you, so close that he could feel the goosebumps on your arms. You didn't even know if it was because of the cold or because of how close you were sitting.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, taking in the atmosphere of the campus at night. The cool breeze rustled the leaves in the nearby trees, and the distant sounds of laughter and music from a nearby bar filled the air.

Chad broke the silence, his voice gentle. "So, what made you choose journalism?"

You turned to him, a hint of excitement in your eyes. "I've always been fascinated by storytelling."

Chad nodded, his gaze fixed on the campus courtyard. "It sure sounds fun. I used to pretend I was a famous news reporter when I was little." You barked out a laugh, and he felt a smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure there's a video of me and Mindy dressed up and giving updates on sports games."

You held the same smile he did. "I'd love to see that, God." Chad chuckled. The conversation flowed effortlessly as you shared stories about your childhood, comparing anecdotes as if you'd known each other for ages. The more you talked, the more Chad found himself opening up.

"Moving here was my chance to start fresh, to leave behind the weight of the past. It's liberating, you know?" You nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. "Absolutely. Sometimes a change of scenery is exactly what we need to grow and find ourselves."

Chad wouldn't tell you about his motive behind moving to New York, not yet at least. So he didn't correct you. Despite the darkness he carried from Woodsboro, he was determined to move forward and build a new life for himself.

Before you knew it, almost two hours had passed, and the night had deepened. The campus had quieted down, and the distant sounds of music had faded away. Chad glanced at his phone, surprised by how late it had gotten, and read over the goodnight texts from the group chat with his friends.

The conversation started to dwindle, but neither of you seemed eager to part ways just yet. The connection you had formed felt too precious to let go so easily.

"We should probably head back," Chad finally said, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late."

You nodded, understanding the need to call it a night. You chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's been an amazing conversation. Thanks for keeping me company."

Chad smiled. "No, thank you. It's been a while since I've had such a great conversation with someone. You've made my first day here much better than I anticipated."

The sincerity in his voice touched you, and you felt a connection deepening between you. There was an unspoken understanding, a sense that you both had found something special in each other's company.

You both stood up from the bench, a slight reluctance in your movements. Chad hesitated for a moment, then gathered the courage to ask, "Hey, would you like to grab food together sometime? I'd love to continue our conversation."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you nodded. "I'd like that."

'Okay. Maybe you're not THAT dumb,' Mindy texted once she saw her twin brother walk her neighbor to the door.