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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months

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"forgive me one last time" ft. the monster trio!

headcanons of highschool!au monster trio as your boyfriend begging for forgiveness after fucking shit up

luffy:

- "yn" he mumbles, trailing after you in the hallways "stop trailing me" you hiss as you open the locker, shoving the books inside and taking out another "yn" his hands are wrapping around your waist, his neck finding home in the crook of your neck and he's whining again, "please forgive me, pretty please?" - it wasn't even like you got mad often tbh; dating luffy meant he is gonna do stupid shit and you're gonna have to deal with it but there was a limit to stupid shit too - you shove his head away from your neck, "romilda fuckin' asked you, "wanna go watch a movie??" and you said yes. how can you say yes to a date while you have a girlfriend?! do i mean nothing?!" "i didn't know it was a date!!" his hands are wrapping around you tighter, "i thought she was lonely and wanted to hangout with a friend!! you know i wouldn't have said yes otherwise ynnn~" "are you an id-" you huff, "i'm getting late for class, get off" you forgave his dumbassery on the regular but come on, now its insane - yeah you didn't forgive him - not until you came back to keep your books and take new ones for the next period and saw giant "i miss you" and "sorry" glittery stickers plastered onto your locker (did he steal those from a 3rd grader? youre not sure) - you huffed, opening the locker - your jaw went slack - the entire locker was full of your favourites. your favourite candy, the cookies sanji always makes during christmas (how did he get those rn??), your favourite soda and flowers - how did he manage all that in the time span of one period??? - at the side is a note in a scrawly handwriting, "you wanna go watch a movie with me? (asking you for a date, not as a friend who wants to hangout) boyfriend :)" - you ended up forgiving him only after he bought he a bucket of popcorn and kissed you during the end credits of the movie - he also had to buy you dinner from the baratie like a gentleman.

zoro:

- "zo," you huff, "it's like the thousandth time, ofcourse im gonna be fucking mad at you!" "i know" he groans, "i really know, but i'm sorry, please" "no. you can't keep saying you'd show up for my events and then fuckin' disappear like always!" - you're fighting in hushed whispers in the hallway, you didn't wanna cause a scene because you know how bad zoro finds public attention - you know he's busy training, busy with his friends and you know he loves you but a part of you wonders if he simply doesn't actually love you - he constantly fails to show up at your events, he has never outright called you his girlfriend in front of people who weren't his close friends and he has never even held your hand in public because he says pda makes him uncomfortable - you got him but it simply sounds like he's afraid to admit you both are together - "are you not happy with me?" your voice is breaking, crumbling into silent heaves, "do not lo-" "what?" his hands find yours, "no, ofcourse not. baby, i just had another practice and dad (mihawk) called me back home. im sorry, i couldn't say no to him" "i know b-" - he kisses you - in the middle of the fucking hallway, with other people around - he does it. that bastard. - his hands are tucking your hair behind your ear, resting softly on your cheek as he tip you backwards and kisses you till you cannot possibly breath "i love you" he says loud enough so that anybody within earshot could hear, flashing you a small smile his voice comes down to a whisper, "i'm sorry i suck at being a good boyfriend, i will get better okay?" - he follows through on that promise because the next time, he is standing at your event with a tshirt just reading "yn is the coolest" and a small, stupid smile on his face "was the tshirt necessary?" "yes" - ugh i love soft zoro

sanji:

- sanji had a (bad) habit of always backing you up - one might wonder what's bad about that but when he almost beat the shit out of a random guy for saying he didn't like your vibes - "sanji!" you pull him away, eyes widening, "stop it" "but yn" "you cannot keep doing this! you cannot keep fucking putting up a fight against anybody who doesn't like me-" "yes i can" "sanji." - it ended up leading to a fight and you stormed off into the class - you expected sanji to come apologize the very next period or atleast text you or something - but nothing. you didn't see him for the rest of the day. - not until it was 9 pm and all of a sudden, a cheesy pop song was playing outside your window and in your front lawn stood a drenched, blonde guy holding up a boombox and a giant wet, white sheet reading "FORGIVE ME YN IM SORRY PLEASE I LOVE YOU" - first of all why was he drenched? it wasn't even fucking raining - that brings your attention to his two best friends, luffy and zoro holding a hose at him from a distance (luffy is giggling, he's having the time of his life, zoro looks like he hates being alive) - "sanji why are STANDING IN FRONT OF WATER?!" "SO THAT YOU FORGIVE ME, MY LOVE IM SORRY" "YOU'D CATCH A COLD, COME INSIDE IDIOT!!" - well, he did bring a box full of home-made chocolate though, so you cannot be mad at him for long - did this event stop him from being a bit over-bearing? no, not really but eh, that's sanji for ya

a/n: cutesy little headcanon lol thankyou so much @scentisterror for helping me with this <3<3

#one piece #op #opla #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #one piece headcanons #op headcanons #monster trio #one piece fluff

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socstudies · 9 months

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Hi, as someone who is going to be in their first year of college this fall, I'm curious about the note taking part

Is physical or digital note taking easier?

Is spending money on a laptop nessesary?

What is something you wish you would've done differently during your first year?

Do you have any advice?

If by any chance you see this, your blog and your aesthetic are amazing!

I'm wishing you a wonderful day/night.

If you do decide to reply, thank you in advance <3

helloo! sorry for the late reply & thank u for the ask! :)

ive tried both and i think i prefer handwritten notes, however they both have their pros and cons:

handwritten pros

proven to be better for retaining information

can't get distracted by other tabs

lighter to carry

costs less than a laptop

i've had some classes where we weren't allowed to use laptops so it's good to already be used to taking notes this way

cons:

much slower. sometimes i find im missing stuff and i have to go back to it at the end

have to print out diagrams etc if u want to include them

could possibly lose them, spill something etc

not enough space on desk for both laptop and notebook so u can't get slides up or google something

digital pros:

much quicker

easier to organise & pull up different notes at any time - u don't need to carry around or find older notebooks to be able to study or refer back to past classes

some people make notes directly onto the slides which u would have to print out if u wanted to do by hand

can also use for research and writing essays which u will need a computer for at some point so might as well do everything in one place

cons:

expensive

more stressful if u lose or break it

if u forget to charge it and u don't have paper .......

this upcoming year, im using a combination. most of the time i'll handwrite my notes, but for classes where they talk too quickly i'll type them (it's not worth the stress & extra time having to go back to recordings after). my notes for readings will be annotated straight onto the pdf. i'll be taking pictures of notes to put them all together.

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unfortunately, i think it is because you'll need computer access to research and write ur essays, as well as to find course information etc. HOWEVER some universities (most?) have laptops that u can borrow and computers in the library, so if u know that you'll be motivated enough to get up and do all of ur work on campus, you could save this cost - bare in mind when u move off campus after first year it might be even harder. definitely look into this if cost is an issue for you! it doesn't need to be a fancy one if u do buy a laptop though, just remember u'll be carrying it around so don't get a super heavy one!

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as for something i wish i'd done differently: as a sociology student, none of my classes have exams where i have to memorise things, instead it's all essay based. this led me to not 'study' i guess ??? like the stuff that i wrote my essays on, i knew like the back of my hand, but everything else i couldn't remember well. so if ur taking an essay based subject, remember that u still need to study a little & remember these things !! i was so overwhelmed tbh that i forgot about this oopsie!

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extra advice:

when people say that after u skip one class, u'll skip the rest THEY. MEAN. IT. literally try so hard not to miss class bc you will never go again if u do. my classes would start off with not enough seats for everybody and end up with just a handful of us by the end of term.....

make time for urself !! it can become all consuming, especially if u live on campus, but pls make some dedicated time away from studying !!

u will find ur friends eventually. pls remember that it won't last or be that fun if u stick with friends who u don't have that much in common with just bc they were the first u met. tell me why i was going to bars and clubs with people in first term bc that;s what they wanted to do ????? it's ok to move onto different people bc u will eventually get tired of doing these things u don't like just to be able to hang out with people !! now i go to bookstores and cafes with my new friends and i love it!! don't settle !!

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cringe-but-freee · 10 months

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More potential drawing ideas:

-Murderbot with flowers in its hair

-Murderbot and ART playing a game (like feed chess or space connect 4)

Thanks for the ask!!! Murderbot with flowers in its hair made me really happy, so I drew that!

(Check alt text if you can't read my handwriting im so sorry)

Request me to draw anything!

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #i need more interactions between murderbot and mensahs kids PLEASE #i also love the second suggestion so i might draw it tooooo :3ccc #mb requests

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thecontumacious · 2 years

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hii i was the one who asked for the house husband domestic au and smsmsms you wrote it so well :’))) i was wondering if this time how luxiem would be as baristas and you’re the regular who comes in every week for either studying or like just to chill~

"I think there's something b r e w i n g between us."

a/n: IM SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THAT AHSJKDSAJHSKD i'm also super sorry for being inactive friends! writer's block hit me hard this time but i think im okay now uwu

special thanks to 🌺anon from the server for helping with the proofreading!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

content utc!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

what was it? the third? no, fourth time you've come up the counter to order?

would it be possible to just order multiple things in one single time...?

vox sighs internally, smiling at your shy figure who seemed to have asked for a different drink and dessert than last time.

was he complaining? no, of course not. why would he?

he was just... interested in the way you processed your way around the cafe. he was glad you were ordering and supporting the cafe like this, but you weren't even sharing them with anyone!

and for the love of god, y/n, just order your coffees and pastries all at once!

but did he have the heart to tell you this when you looked absolutely adorable every time you came in the cafe?

again, no.

"will that be it, y/n?" he asks, not even bothering to jot down your name. vox is truly just hinting at the fact that maybe you should order something else while you're there, but you end up shaking your head, placing some money on the counter

"yep, that's it!" nodding, you grin at him.

it was like you knew what you were doing to him. you probably did.

"i'll go take these to you, y/n. the cafe is quiet anyway," vox insists and much to your surprise. but you nod and go sit down.

he placed the order into the cafe's system before preparing you another drink and pulling out the croissant you asked for.

later, he does indeed carry the two orders to your table where it lies your laptop and a notebook with your handwriting on it.

other than that, vox notices the empty plates of the previous pastries you ordered.

"i'll take these plates, yeah?" he says. you smile, gesturing at the dishes for him to take in exchange for your new drink.

as he helped to clean up your space, his yellow eyes can't help but wonder over to what you were writing in your notebook. it was so hastily written upon and the mentions of ingredients kept popping up too.

wait... vox frowns, his gaze lingering just a bit at your notes.

then your hand covers it, stopping him from reading anymore.

he looks up at you and finds your cheeks red, eyes looking away as the notebook is hidden under the table, on top of your lap.

seeing your shy figure, vox couldn’t help but chuckle and walk away with the empty plates back to the bar.

what was in your notes?

oh, you know. just you trying to figure out the ingredients used in his pastries.

as soon as vox placed the plates into the sink, he grabs his sharpie markers and gets a few tissues. when he finished, he returns to your table and places the tissues down next to your drink.

he winks, "forgot something. here you go, love."

come back to the cafe after closing hours. i'll teach you.

later that night as all his coworkers bid him farewell for the day, you make yourself known by the cafe doors and vox immediately invites you inside, holding the door open for you.

and he couldn't help but tease you, "ready for our class, y/n?"

you look away, skittering inside anyway to leave vox to laugh by himself.

"come on, into the kitchen," vox gestures to said room, one you've never seen before actually. you follow him inside and like it was a real organized class, he has all the items for a baking lesson ready by the counters.

you frown, "are you sure you're okay with this? you're using your resources..."

vox smiles, tapping the counter, "oh, it's alright. with you frequenting my cafe for my treats and drinks, i don't think using up my resources outside my business should be a problem, hm?"

again, your ears and cheeks flare red at his response. but then you suddenly feel your wrist being tugged forward and you are now just a few steps away from vox

"which dessert do you want to learn about first?" he grins, folding up his sleeves.

thus began your first night in the vox's kitchen in the cafe, pretty much spoiled of his secret recipe to his delectable foods. you pay attention to his techniques and follow his every order exactly

sure, you messed up here and there by over measuring or not whipping the egg whites enough

but there weren't any shortages of vox applauding you for how well you were doing

when the first treat, a cheesecake, came out, you were pleasantly surprised by the results and you went to grab another spoonful to enjoy your creation

vox, on the other hand, revels not in the sweet dessert but rather how sweet your smile was as you enjoyed your cake

he liked how your eyes just twinkle with delight when the right flavors fall unto your tongue, or the way your brows would scrunch while weighing out the ingredients

he selfishly wished to see more.

so by the end of the night, after three successful treats ready to be taken home for breakfast tomorrow, vox asks you, "would you be interested in doing this again some other time?"

you smile up at him, nodding, "sure! when?"

"how about my place tomorrow? i have ingredients at home too."

"that's fine," you then pull out your phone, handing it to him. "can you type in your number and send your address?"

"i'll let you have my number but i will be picking you up, love," vox winks, quickly filling up a new contact and giving it back to you. "i'll see you after work. i'll also be expecting an address from you."

and with that, you go home, hands full with your handcrafted treats

and vox, watching you leave with the biggest smile on his face as he awaits what you two will make tomorrow together. it won't matter if it won't turn out well

he just wished to be in your lovely presence and to see your smile, sweeter than any dessert he's ever made

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

"excuse me."

at the call, mysta's heart drops once more.

he sighs, putting down the blender down into the sink to help out the customer, but he feels a hand rest on his shoulder so he cranes his head around to see it was you.

you smile at him, walking towards the pick up station where the customer stood waiting

"good day, how may i help you?" you warmly greet them

but despite your polite attitude, the customer does not seem happy about their day and mysta knows for a fact that it's because of his own fault

they put their opened cup down, pushing it a bit harshly towards your side that it almost spills everywhere.

"i clearly asked for less sugar and i didn't ask for caramel in this!" they begin to protest, the anger bubbling from their blood as they sputter even more mistakes about their drink.

mysta pretends to not hear it, as it was clearly meant for him but with you being the kinder person and his manager, somehow you wanted to cover for him especially as it wasn't the first time this happened

"i'm very sorry for messing up your order. i'll get you a replacement drink, free of charge of course. could you tell me what your order was?" you still smile, taking the cup off the counter

the customer huffs, mumbling their order, "and you better get it right this time."

with a nod, the customer sits back down and you hurriedly throw the ruined drink away and make the actual correct drink yourself. mysta could only shoulder the guilt and shame as his other coworkers stared him down, probably a few customers who saw it happening too

he felt absolutely terrible. he didn't mean to bring down your business like this. yet somehow, you haven't fired him for it.

mysta sighs and mumbles to himself, "i should find a different job..."

when closing shift finally came around, just you and mysta inside the cafe, he took a deep breath and went to approach you.

"u-um, y/n?" he stuttered, holding his hands together

you stop sweeping the floor to look up at him, offering him a gentle smile. "yes, mysta? ready to go home? i can do the rest myself."

he shakes his head, "n-no. it's not about that."

you raise an eyebrow. "then?"

"it's about my employment here," he began. "i-i want to leave."

the cafe is quiet. nothing but his loudly beating heart thrumming against his eardrums.

you hum, tilting your head. "and your reason why?"

were you mocking him? surely you've noticed him messing up the customers' orders a lot. you were his manager, and the type to clock in the cafe as often as you could

even if you hadn't noticed, he was sure as hell that his co workers have reported his poor performance to you at some point, right?

mysta sighs, rubbing the back of his head, "oh, come on, y/n. you've seen me tons of times. you've definitely seen me mess up orders."

with a laugh, you put the broom back into the closet, nonchalantly replying, "oh, that."

wonder laces mysta's mind as he steps closer to you, "so, i can leave right?"

"nope," you smile, walking past him and into the back of the bar. "not until i give you another training."

"huh?" he blinks mindlessly.

you reach over the counter to grab a couple plastic cups and a few paper ones. you then arrange across the bar, looking back at him. "when it comes to people who aren't doing well in the work field, it's not always about firing them immediately. re-training is an option."

mysta still doesn't know what to say, as you gesture at the cups before him with a smile. "go on then. we'll start with an iced double shot americano and a hot caramel latte with an almond milk alternative. both medium sizes, mysta."

with you pressing him under time, he stumbles his way over to the bar and begins with the coffee grinder. he takes the right amount and he remembers to press it properly before taking it to the espresso machine

you watch mysta struggle with the a machine a little as if he should be afraid of the metal thing. but he eventually gets it.

so far so good... you think.

but then you see him take out the almond milk for the latte and pumping in hazelnut syrup instead of the caramel, putting it into the cold milk and not the actual espresso shot...

you note down all the things mysta does incorrectly and also keeping track of how long he makes both drinks.

he latches on the lid and turns to you with a goofy smile. "well? how did i do?"

you step forward and take a sip of the americano, clicking your tongue at the taste. "hmm, you did well on this one. be careful of the ice. don't forget it to throw it into the sink if you drop it."

mysta nods.

next, the supposed caramel latte.

you take a careful sip and hum. you spare mysta a side glance. "what do you think you could improve on this, mysta?"

he's taken aback by your response a bit, then hesitates. "uh..."

it takes him a while. then his shoulders droop down. "oh wait, i was supposed to mix the syrup in with the espresso shot right?"

"why is that?"

"because the shot was hot and it mixes more evenly."

you nod, smiling. "good! anything else?"

"is there more?" he whines slightly.

giggling you shrug, "i don't know. is there?"

mysta sighs. "um, did i use the wrong milk?"

he looks at the carton but sees that it is almond. "wait, no. i didn't. what is it?"

"taste it yourself," you hand him the warm cup.

he bites his lip for a good second before sipping the beverage. he takes a minute as his face frowns with concern. "wait... this doesn't taste like caramel, does it? is this... oh shit, hazelnut???"

seeing him look at the drink in his hand and mentally beating himself of his mistake made you laugh.

so mysta turned, red on the cheeks and ears.

"i'm glad you were able to figure it out on your own, mysta. see? you could do it after all," you place a gentle hand on his shoulder and for that single moment, he had never been more glad than to have you as his direct superior.

that night, you taught him how to make drinks and with every espresso shot made and ice cubes thrown around, he was able to make even the most complex drink on the menu.

all because you decided to be so patient and willing to help him out.

the next morning, mysta is up for opening shift.

as thanks for your help, he makes his first drink of the day.

then you come in as usual to help out with the cafe and you're met with mysta's beverage just by the pick up counter.

with the cafe still closed, you figured this was probably mysta's but the note on top...

"thank you, for everything. this is for you. i'll be back from the store in a bit."

it's your favorite drink. you take a sip and it's made just how you like it.

he really did improve.

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

you were... luca's very special customer.

he really tried to tell you but he couldn't, seeing as you were extremely comfortable with how things are.

so, here's how it began between you two.

luca was on closing shift that night and just as he was about to grab the broom to start sweeping the floors, it started to pour heavily outside.

he sighs, shrugging it off as he'll just have to make sure to drink vitamins later when he gets home so he wouldn't get sick the next day.

but then his purple eyes catch sight of something zooming through the windows.

luca immediately raises his head and he sees you, the poor thing who didn't bring an umbrella and now desperately sheltering under the awnings of the cafe

you look from side to side, occasionally up at the dark and gloomy sky.

to luca, you looked panicked. and his heart decided to move on his own as he went to put the broom away to open the door.

"excuse me?" he called out to you

you immediately turn to him, surprised. "oh, hi. can i help you?"

"more like could i help you," luca chuckles, holding the door open as you rub the back of your head, embarrassed. "come inside. you'll freeze out here."

"but you're closed though, aren't you? i don't want to intrude," you shake your head.

"oh, uh," luca blinked, looking inside the cafe then back at you. his mouth seemed to have shaped the words on its own before his brain could even process so he says, "we're not actually closed yet! there's still about an hour ish...?"

you tilt your head to the side, "really?"

it's only when you question him that he starts to question himself. but he's said it and there was no way he was going to embarrass himself in front of you.

so luca nods, gesturing for you to come inside. "yep. come inside. order anything you like."

smiling, you bow your head in thanks and went inside to wait by the ordering counter to wait for him.

that night, you really did become his very special customer.

and you somehow never notice why it is you're always alone during the nighttimes. actually, luca keeps wondering why you even came at such a late hour and never any other time in the day.

his co workers would often question why the heck he would let a customer in way past opening hours, but luca would just offer to take closing shift every time you came by

but it got to the point where his boss came himself to tell luca that he wouldn't be able to tolerate this behavior any longer in the most gentle way possible

luca knew his boss was by no means angry about it, but he kindly asked him to tell you that it's not actually opening hours anymore...

somehow though, with every night you show up and order something from him, he could not bear to tell you.

when he's supposed to say 'no, y/n. it's actually closing time', he replaces it with a genuinely curious question of how your day was or if you had any exciting plans for the week

it's more than just about if you wanted less sugar or milk alternative for your drinks.

it's about what foods you favored, what hobbies you preferred doing in your free time and the type of friends you had around.

luca can't help but think that this supposed closed time of his is the only time in the day where he gets to have you all to himself.

after a long and busy day, he gets to have you as a break from all that.

just you, some coffee and him.

until one day his boss insists that he shouldn't be doing any of the closing shifts. not until he was sure luca had told you about the right opening times.

so just as luca was waiting for his coworkers to leave, him left behind as always to wait for you to come, his boss pushes him out of the cafe and sends him on his merry way.

"but--"

"luca, you know well enough how many times i've told you this can't go on anymore. i know you're responsible of the consequences by covering all the closing shifts but other customers will think we're still open at this hour," his boss sighs.

he had a point and luca was just being insubordinate.

"alright then... " with a heavy heave of his breath, he shrugs on his jacket and bids his superior goodbye.

but then he runs into you at the front of the cafe.

"oh, hey luca! wait, you're off today?" you ask him.

great, now he has to tell you.

"hiiii y/n," luca laughs nervously, scratching his head. he looks inside the cafe but he realizes that it's already dark inside, only the locker rooms in the back were seen with the lights on.

he really wished nothing else than to rush back in and make your order tonight but his boss gave him a last warning today.

"we-were you looking for a drink?" he questions

you hum, "yeah... here, at your cafe. but you're closed? isn't it early?"

"right about that!"

here goes nothing.

"i've been uh... lying to you."

you frown. "lying to me?"

"we're not actually open at this hour. and i've just been... letting you in past opening hours."

it's silent between you and luca for a few minutes, before you suddenly let out a laugh. he blinks, surprised.

"sorry! sorry! i just--" you giggle. "i've been coming here for so long, thinking that you're still open. and it's only now you tell me this? it's more funny than it is supposed to be surprising."

luca releases a breath he never knew he held all this time.

maybe it was because he heard your laugh amidst the stress of telling you.

"so uh... ," he laughs nervously.

you smile up at him, "i do know a cafe that opens this late though. care to join me? they don't make my drinks as good as you do though, luca."

red creeps up to his cheeks, but nonetheless, he agrees to your invitation.

"i'd like to join you, yeah."

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

it's exactly 8:37 am, about half an hour after the cafe's opening when ike's ears catch wind of the bell hanging by door ringing

he looks up by reflex and there you are, his regular customer who comes by around this exact time

you're hauling a backpack, your phone in your hand as you go to approach the rather quiet ordering counter where ike was standing by

you smile at him like usual and order your typical drink

"for y/n?" he asks, holding the cup in his hand and a marker in the other ready to jot down your name

you nod, giggling as you give him the appropriate amount of money

ike scribbles on your name and your specific order, then helps with the payment.

"just take the change as your tip today like usual," you smile, sliding over to the pick up area.

it's become a routine for you two now. you come in at around 8:30, order your usual (or sometimes a different drink from time to time with a treat) and then sit in that specific spot all day long

you'd be typing away on your laptop, or flipping through some books or pages you've brought with you. then you'd occasionally sip on your drink as you're laser focus on the laptop screen once more

much to ike's dismay, he has yet to figure out what you do on that laptop. what were you so busily typing about? were you writing for a research paper? were you a college student?

well that last deduction was far from accurate as you spend almost every day of the week in the cafe

then what could you possibly have as a career when all you do is sit in a cafe on your laptop?

even today, ike hasn't figured it out as he put the lid to your drink on

he walks over to the pick up station and hand you your cup, never forgetting to insert a smile of his own to you. "here you are. order for y/n."

"that's me," you giggle, taking the drink while ever so slightly brushing against his fingers. goosebumps rise onto ike's forearms and he can't help but pull away quickly as you retreat to your little work nook

and then the part where ike doesn't interact with you the entire day begins.

he would check on you every once in a while, seeing if you've taken a break from your work, whether that be to take some time to look at social media or finishing your drink

of course, if you weren't, ike would be on the shyer side to tell you to take a break

after all, even if you and ike had met multiple times in the same circumstances, you two were still technically strangers.

he wished to know what you were working on, what you did for a living, what other drinks were to your fancy so he could make them for you. he wants to be able to talk to you other than what drinks were on promotion that month or if you wanted to make your drink iced or hot

ike selfishly wished you two weren't just barista and customer

suddenly, in the middle of the day, ike looks up to once again check on you when you seem to be missing

your laptop and belongings were there though

"probably went to the bathroom?" ike mumbles to himself, then noticing how the table next to where you sat had recently been left unclean

he ducks under the counter to grab a cloth and plastic box before leaving the cashier to take care of the empty seats

as he placed the mugs carefully into the plastic box, he couldn't help himself to steal a glance at your still glowing laptop

for the first time, he sees what you're working on

ike wipes the table clean quickly and then subtly leans over to your table to see what it is you're so serious about this past month

"oh," he whispers, unknowingly finding himself leaning even lower to read through your work

but before he could brave himself to scroll down, he hears the bathroom door latch open and he quickly goes back to cleaning the table

when ike takes his box back with him to the bar, you're already settling yourself down back in your seat and madly typing away at your laptop

he doesn't know what has gotten into him, but the very next day, when you left to go to the bathroom and any tables remotely close to yours needed cleaning, ike is taking that chance

all so that when he comes back, he gets to steal a bit more of progress of your work

he has to admit it, but you do good work. that even him, your mere barista and generally a stranger, was captivated by it

it becomes one of the very reasons why he goes to work now. he becomes more motivated only so he could see you, make your drink by memory and if lucky, get rewarded by a snippet of your work

until one day, your visits become rare. then slowly turns to none at all.

ike thought at first he was just overthinking as he goes about his day to work

but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss seeing you come through the door early in the morning

it was silly, he thought. so when he finally accepted the fact you probably found a different cafe, he swallowed his insensible longing for your visit

"hi, can i order my usual?"

ike looks up, and there you were, smiling at him.

"o-oh! of course," surprised, ike quickly grabs a cup and a marker. he nervously beams, "order for y/n?"

"yes," you nod. as he busies himself with logging your order, you suddenly pull something out of your bag. definitely not your wallet.

ike turns slightly and realize you're looking at him and sliding over a hardcover book onto the counter.

he raises an eyebrow and looks down at the book, then noticing it has your name on it, printed in bold letters along with a title.

"i noticed how you're a big fan of my work, ike," you giggle, pushing it over to him. "so here, a signed copy. money's inside."

and just like that, you leave the ordering counter.

ike's face flushes red.

but he's happy.

he takes the book and opens it up to get the money for the drink, but he also notices something else than the money.

on the front page is indeed your signature and below it, your number.

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

not much was said between you and shu, other than the words of your chosen drinks or sometimes a treat or two for longer days. but that didn't stop you two from bonding a mutual relationship of the comfortable barista-customer trope.

you come in, he knows your usual order and the correct spelling of your name, and you generously tip and smile at him.

it was an unspoken friendship you had.

one that sat both well and not with shu.

sure, he liked what he had. it was unlike any other he's had before. but he can't handle just 'good morning, shu, i'll have this and this, thank you!'

shu asked the world why the conversations with you were solely only about coffee and cakes. why couldn't it be about yourself? about him? about the annoying things you wished could disappear from the face of the earth?

he wouldn't mind that.

but as you walk through that door with that same smile and your usual order once more, shu will have to accept what he has for now. one day maybe he'll brave himself to ask you how your day went in detail.

after passing your drink to you, you're off to sit down and shu returns to his post at the cashier. but the moment he's face to face with his next customer, the sorcerer couldn't help but feel very unsettled.

in the eyes of everyone else, this guy probably looked very normal and well, your average male stranger looking for a drink in the cafe.

but being well practiced in sorcery which also meant trusting your guts and instincts, shu made sure to keep his eyes open for this guy as he went to order something off the order. a hot americano he said.

shu goes about his business as usual, despite his stomach just flexing about every time the guy moved.

and it certainly did not help that he kept glancing in your direction.

did he know you? did you know him?

shu was sure as hell that you've never brought him here with you, so probably someone you either didn't know or at least did not feel like interacting with

"hot americano?" the sorcerer announces and the man who ordered it comes up front to pick it up, muttering a quick thanks and almost as if hurriedly, goes to your table.

the hairs on shu's arms stands on edge and he clenches his first in worry for you.

calm down, shu. you're probably just overthinking. maybe's he just an old friend of theirs they haven't seen in a while. maybe your gut is wrong this time.

but that's the thing.

his gut is almost never wrong.

you look up from your phone when you notice someone approaching you. upon seeing who it is, your face drains of its color and shu knew exactly then that he was right.

the man stood in front of your table, raising his hand to wave at you it seems.

you simply nod, but your eyes don't meet his.

another sign you didn't like interacting with this man.

but he ignores your body language and had the audacity to sit next to you, not minding personal space.

you and shu weren't even friends, but he absolutely hated how he was making you visibly uncomfortable.

he seems to have said something to make your face scrunch with the discomfort, disgust even as you scoot away from him.

it's when he dared to place his grimy hands on your lap did shu take off his apron hastily and exited the counter like a mad bull.

"hey, babe! sorry, work took a while. my shift's over though now," shu announces, standing by your side and leaning over a bit.

you, on the other hand, look up at him with surprised eyes but you smile up at him to play along, scooting even closer to shu to avoid the man.

"h-hey! i was wondering what took you so long," you respond.

"yeah, sorry about that," shu courageously puts a hand on your shoulder then turns to the person next to you. he raises an eyebrow, "oh, who's this?"

"he's my--"

"oh, you're the new boy toy?" he smirks, looking at you this time. "really, y/n? someone like him?"

"excuse me?" shu spoke in a gentle manner, but with you so up close to him, you can feel him seethe with so much anger. like he could explode at any moment if ticked off the wrong way.

the creep leans back, grinning, "come on, look at him, y/n. what's with the weird hair, huh? and a barista? lame job. does nothing but make coffee and bread."

"the coffee i made you? the one you're drinking? must be because you can't make it by yourself," shu retorts. "lame."

you even let out a small snort.

the man's face is burning red with anger and frustration. he stands this time and goes to grab your arm, but shu snatches his hand before it could even touch you

"don't you dare lay a hand on her," he growls. "there are cameras in here and if you so much even say something out of place, i have every right to remove you from this property."

the man laughs to mock him, spitting back, "really? what's a puny boy like you gonna do?"

shu eyes the still hot black coffee on the table and he smiles. he lets go of the man's hand, pushing him back a bit before saying, "i'm not going to do anything. i don't need to. a real man uses his brain instead of his brawn."

just as the man was about to pounce on shu again, the sorcerer had already subtly moved the hot drink closer to him with the help of his sorcery skills.

so by the time he was about to grab shu by the collar, the americano is knocked over and pours all over the man's pants.

he lets out a pained screech, stumbling back onto the floor to try to recover from the hot drink.

all the patrons in the cafe looks at the commotion, eyeing the man oddly. at the public embarrassment, he stands and hurries out the cafe to escape it all.

shu heaves a sigh and turns to you, "you alright?"

you only stare at the fallen cup, blinking. "i... i saw that."

"i know," he chuckles, grabbing a tissue and patting down the table. "but you're safe, that's more important. tell me if that guy ever comes back and maybe i'll do something worse than hot coffee."

another laugh leaves your lips and you look up at him with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. "yeah, i'll be counting on you, shu."

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#author chan’s delivery service 🧺#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader #akurylic #mystart #drawluca #ikenography #yaminoart

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hackedmotionsensors · 6 months

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>_> okay okay okay okay Im sorry okay?? I'M SORRY MY HANDWRITING IS SO FUCKING SHIT YOU CAN'T READ IT

I CAN'T READ IT EITHER LMAO

PLEASE I'M SORRY. I PROMISE I'M TRYING. I'M NOT TRYING TO BE A DICK PLEASE I'M SORRY.

#my fucking drawings aren't that great either #I'm doing freelance and trying to prep for a con I don't want to go to and another con that is giving me more work than I can do #I'm still unemployed #I'm stressed all the time #I'm sorry I didn't break out the text tool #I AM SORRY #I've onyl been self conscious about my handwriting MY ENTIRE LIFE

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vendetta-if · 11 months

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𝓱𝓲 💖 (sorry for this asdkjfhjijhj)

im back and i have returned (to everyone's dismay) and i come bearing gifts - i have found the pages where i had my vendetta sequel mc drawn in!! 😈

here's my first doodle of rei when i was designing him - i didnt have the proper markers to colour him in but i used what markers i could get my hands on at the time lol but i did fuck up his face :( (closeup)

now i have lots of doodles i drew alongside this fullbody design of his and without further ado >:)

here are some facts i wrote about him 😊 as well as rei decorating his helmet :D though i'll write it down here if you can't read my messy ass handwriting (sorry about that hsjdhsd) »»————- ★ ————-«« FACTS ABOUT REI 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO: ➭ loves all things cutesy and colourful ➭ acts and whines like an actual toddler (because it forces his family to give him attention whenever he's being an actual pain in the ass 💞) ➭ reckless af and hates when people fret over him or protect him (that's his job. 👺) ➭ unironically thinks that blood splatters on his clothes look good on him (rei doesn't care if he's seen covered in blood in public, he can make millions of excuses why it isn't blood >:D) " NO this isn't blood this is paint 😇" " tf did you think this was?? i spilled my kool aid all over my clothes 😪" just to name a few, lol ➭ would honestly sell his soul for a lifetime supply of strawberry milkshakes (this is totally not me projecting myself onto rei when it comes to taro milk tea 💀) »»————- ★ ————-««

now here's another doodle of rei using his blood manipulation powers 😋 also ignore the pencil text below LMAO

so i did mention in my first ask about rei that he loves to explode things- yeah um idk if luka and jackal would give their menace of a son explosives or a grenade launcher if they knew that this is how he'd act with them LMFAOO

i also mentioned that rei makes the best belgian waffles! (send help hes holding me at gunpoint and forcing me to say this) here's rei offering a divine dish of waffles to my vendetta mc, remedy / remi 💕💕 and look at his face! his mouth is practically watering in anticipation to gobble up the waffles! 💗💝💘💓

okay on a side note- i made some small drawings of rei in a different outfit and was actually gonna include this in the ref but i didnt like it because it looked ugly 😭 so i made a poor life decision to cut these two abominations out and now they're on my phone 💟 (closeups)

anyways now here have a drawing of rei as demoman from the hit game tf2!!11!1!11!! 😲😳

(he really looks like a dollarstore demoman lol)

(reference used):

now if you have been on the internet during its baby phase im sure you may understand the reference i used for this doodle 🤭

yknow looking back at this downgraded rip off drawing of the original this is actually a shit drawing LMAO (how tf do you draw flames and smoke pls help 💔) now one thing i like to headcanon about rei is that whenever he starts to get frustrated or is having a hard time with carrying out an assassination he decides to do fuck all and blow everything up with literally anything flammable he could find because no target survives being blown to oblivion! (which happens more often than you think...) i like to think while this is an easy way out for rei, it is an absolute nightmare and a headache for the rest of his family 😌 (they probably would have to deal with unwanted attention because rei doesn't give a shit about keeping a low profile and people may tie him to the Morozovs 🤗 they also may struggle to come up with cover stories as these arson incidents become more frequent - because rei is the type of person who values quantity over quality, where he challenges himself to complete multiple assassinations so he can receive praise from his family 😂🤪 and it also doesn't help that he would rather cut corners and take the easy way out when it comes to his work) luka and jackal: " these fires are getting out of hand, we can't keep doing this... " fucking rei: " DAD 1 AND DAD 2!! LOOK!! THATS ME!! THAT BURNING BUILDING, I DID THAT!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD " (reference used):

now moving on to a somewhat ironic drawing, here's a doodle of rei in a raincoat vibing in the rain ✨(aside from overalls, rei loves to wear raincoats - and would rather wear them instead of wintercoats when it's cold LOL) rei is the type of person to prioritize fashion than comfort :(

now here's a crappy drawing of cousin bonding time (rei and remedy) tbh i dont really like this scribble lol - this is just filler because i hated empty patches in my paper 🤡

now, a word from our sponsor; rei himself!! he is presenting his aforementioned homemade waffles in greater detail :) and now, cue the advertisement that totally is not completely false and not just rei's delusional and stubborn ramblings on that he creates the best waffles and that waffle makers are inferior to him ☺️

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Rei's amazing homemade Belgian waffles! ♥ (𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝒻𝒻𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇!) ♥ 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲! (𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝) ♥ ♥ 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘀 (𝙏𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 >:( ) ♥ ♥ 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘆𝗿𝘂𝗽 >:) (𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡!) ♥ ♥ 𝟷𝟶/𝟷𝟶 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛! (𝙍𝙚𝙞'𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜! :) ) ♥

i feel like im trying too hard to be funny here, lmao 🤡💀 anyways, here are the full pages of all of the drawings :D

alright so thats finally all i have - if i somehow get my motivation to draw or do literally anything productive ill start working on my vendetta mc's (remedy) ref sheet 👹 (im sorry for this cesspool of cringe again btw LMAO)

Rei sounds so chaotic and kinda sweet at the same time 😆

Also, I love the lil headcanon about the waffle. You can bet that big bro will boast about how his lil brother can make really good waffles to his friends whenever he hang out or has breakfast with them 🥺

Thank you for sharing all these lovely drawings and headcanons about your upcoming sequel MC 🥰

#vendetta fanart #vendetta fanworks #mc art #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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*Heavy Breathing* Sp’s Kinkfest Candy Shop request coming in HOT!

*⬆️ me trying to outrun all the other requesters*

I may have been late to the line up but IM HERE - and I’m shaking with ecstasy! Eeek!

Hoping to place a request for one Mr. Jax fine fucking Teller

Bratting ~ Orgasm Denial ~ His love for Manhandling ~ Hands/Hand on neck 💛💚🧡

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Contains: Fluff, smut, consent and kink negotiation, bratting, orgasm denial, manhandling, hand on neck, oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V, aftercare

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You push Jax too far.

"Hey." You poked Jax on the shoulder and he offered you a soft smile.

"Hey darlin, what are you doing here?" You smiled, leaned over his office chair and wrapped your arms around his body as best you could with him still sitting down.

"I finished work early today, I wanted to come and see you. Kip said you weren't busy." Jax placed his hands on your forearm, craning his head to kiss you then standing up and pulling you into his arms.

"I'm glad you came, maybe you can keep me company while I do all this shit." He sat back down, plopping you on the table and running his hand up your thigh.

"Can I help?" He smiled, his hand drifting up further as he picked up his pen and started writing again.

"Nah, just sit there and look pretty, I'll be done here soon."

Jax kept his hand on your leg as time went, only lifting it to do something quickly before returning it to your body. He was doing T-M's accounts, sighing when he encountered someone's terrible handwriting, "can you tell me what this says?" He held the paper up to your face and you looked it over.

"Ummm, the waffle was very red?"

Jax smiled, "be serious y/n, I know you can read it because you can read Tig's shit handwriting."

You leaned across the table and pecked him, Jax returning it through his smile, "I am being serious, someone must have put a waffle in their engine, it's very strange."

"I thought you wanted to help." Jax knew what you were doing and he seemed happy to play along.

"I do, I thought I was helping by giving you something nice to look at. I didn't know I was going to have to actually help you or I would have asked you to pay me." You could see the thoughts in his head.

"Tell me what it says little girl."

"One order waffle iron red. It's a paint order."

Jax smirked and his hand got further and further up our thigh, "thank you, was that so hard?"

You shrugged, "maybe, what am I going to get for being such a big help?" Jax blinked, seemly thinking of a reply to continue the game.

"I'll give you something, but only if you keep helping me for the rest of the day, with no lip." He must have been in a good mood because you could tell he wanted you to keep going, he was in the mood for a conquest.

"I can't say yes if I don't know what I'm going to get Jackson, that's not how negotiation works. You need to tell me my incentive." The corners of his mouth twitched up as he repressed his smile.

"You get my dick." You wrinkled your eyebrows at him, his point not making much sense.

"I'll get that regardless, you might be able to say no to me but we've already establish that you have no self control, you can't say no to yourself." Jax clenched his jaw, his hand millimetres away from brushing over your covered centre.

"Just because you get my dick doesn't mean I'm going to let you cum and you know I have enough self control to hold back until you're begging me, how long was it the last time?" Jax was being serious.

"Too long. I'm sorry my love, I'll be good." Jax smiled and his hand returned to stroking from your knee to your upper thigh.

"That's all I ask." His attention went back to the paperwork, sighing and rubbing his face as he ran into the next problem.

"What's wrong my love?" His hand squeezed your knee as he dropped his pen in frustration.

"These accounts are all wrong. I don't have the patience to do this anymore, I'll finish it tomorrow." He bent down and picked up your bag, handing it to you with a smirk, "head home darlin, I'll be close behind."

"Alrighty then, you want me to put on dinner?" He nodded, thinking for a moment about requesting something.

"Yes please, can you make some chocolate cupcakes too, I'm craving something sweet."

"Done, I'll have to pick up some stuff on the way home but if you take a little while longer to deal with stuff here you'll come home to the smell of chocolate in the oven."

Jax stood up and leaned over you, taking your head in his hands to press a kiss to you lips, "I'm one lucky man."

****

You were right, Jax took an extra hour to explain to the guys why they needed to make sure the books were legible and when he got home he walked into the smell of chocolate cupcakes in the oven as you potted around the kitchen.

"How's it going darlin?" You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder to look over you and what you were doing with your hands.

"Great, I'm just doing the icing now. It's your favourite, triple chocolate fudge with a splash of dark rum. I cook the rum off, of course, so you could share with Abel."

He smiled, turning his head to kiss you, "yummy, can I try some." You swiped your finger through the icing and lifted it up, planning on smearing it on his nose before he could wrap his lips around your finger but he anticipated that and gripped your wrist tight before taking your fingertip in his mouth, "delicious, can I do anything to help?"

"See that pot on the stove?" He nodded, "can you please stir it until it gets thick enough to hold its shape when you pick it up with a spoon, I need to ice the cupcakes." He kissed your cheek and detached from you, walking over to the stove with his Teller swagger.

There was something about him being over the stove that was so attractive, "see something you like darlin?" Sometimes you swore he had eyes at the back of his head.

"Yeah, you." Jax spun with a smile on his face.

"Keep it in your pants y/n, I'm helping with dinner." You returned to your icing, placing each cupcake on the pretty plate as you went.

"How long until the food's done? I'm starving." You walked over to the pot and had a look, smiling when you saw it was done.

"Now, thank you for all your hard work. Would you like to help me get it ready?" He picked up the cupcake plate and took it to the table then returned to help you with the rest.

"I've been waiting all afternoon for this."

****

You were tucking into the cupcakes when your idea from earlier arose. You picked a second cupcake and held it up to Jax's face like you were going to feed it to him before smooshing it against his nose and mouth.

You could see the affection and fun in his eyes as he did his best to not laugh. There was a change in the air as Jax wiped his face, just as he went to stand up, you pushed your chair back and took off running or trying to because Jax's huge hand wrapped around your upper arm and yanked you towards the stairs going to the bedrooms.

"You better behave or the night won't go how you want it to." He dragged you into the room and threw you on the bed, going to remove his clothes in a rush, "take off your clothes now." You sat up on the bed and crossed your legs in an exaggerated motion.

"No." Jax yanked you up with one hand, doing his best to strip you with the other. It was rough, your shirt ending up torn as he pulled it off you and moved his hand to your jeans, they were off in a flash and then he was tossing you on the bed and climbing over you.

He shoved you all the way up the bed, his hands holding up his weight while he hovered above you. "Are you going to be good?"

"No" He clenched his jaw, his sky blue eyes growing dark with lust. He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss aggressive and filled with dominance. His lips left yours and he kissed down your body, his teeth nipping your skin every so often. He kissed your breasts then ran his tongue around one nipple while thumbing the other.

You sighed and lifted your hand to weave into his slicked back hair, Jax moaning as your fingers scratched his scalp. He made his way down to your slit, smirking when he found you wet, "what am I going to do with you?"

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders and drove in like a man on death row eating his last meal, you pushed him closer and he grunted in appreciation, one of his hands wrapping around your thigh to stroke your skin lovingly.

Just as the warmth started to spread, he stopped. Jax turned his head and kissed your legs, going from one from to the other till he reached your ankles then going back up again. He returned to your slit, rubbing his fingers through your wetness before sliding two of his thick, long fingers inside you, his rings cold against your skin.

His tongue flicked out to lick your clit and you pushed your head back into the pillows as pleasure filled your body but just like the last time, he stopped before you could even get close. "Jackson, why are you being so cruel?"

He lifted his head with a chuckle, "because you misbehaved." He crooked his fingers and rubbed your G-spot, working you up again until he predictably stopped. "Are you going to say sorry?"

"No, you will break before me." He smirked, you both knew that was bullshit, he won ninety per cent of the time. His thumb rubbed your clit while his lips kissed over every inch of skin he could reach. You could feel the callouses on his hands as they touched you, the roughness only servicing to bring you closer, then he stopped again, "I'm not going to apologise to you Jackson."

"That's fine with me little girl, but you won't be getting off until you do." The pattern went on and on, Jax building you up and stopping, each time bringing you closer and closer to the edge before denying you. "Say sorry."

"No." Jax detached for you and yanked you to the edge of the bed by your ankle before wrapping his hand around your upper arm and yanking you to your feet.

"Get on your knees, now." You blinked up at him, doing as he asked when you saw the heat in his eyes. His cock had been hard since the moment his lips hit your body and that was evident in the moan he gave when you licked a stripe from head to base. His hands found your face as you lifted one hand to his hip so you could let him know you were ok and took his balls in the other.

Jax's head dropped back as you took him into your mouth, sucking him down in a way you knew would get him seeing stars. His thumb stroked your cheeks with fondness. Jax let you know how much he was enjoying himself, moaning praises of "good girl," and "fuck you're good at that." Between animalistic grunts. Far too soon than Jax would have liked, he found himself ready to explode so to save his ego, he was pulling you to your feet and tossing you on the bed.

"Say sorry." He was looming over you, his huge muscles rippling as he climbed onto the bed. "Say sorry and I'll let you cum, if you don't you won't get anything for a very long time." You knew he was being serious, his face was hard and his voice was tight.

"I'm sorry." He kissed you hard, his teeth meeting your lower lips and he lined his cock up with your entrance.

"Are you really sorry?" He ran the head up and down your slit, bumping your clit as he waited for your answer.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry for being a brat." With a grin, he slammed himself inside you, waiting for a moment for you to adjust to his size. He wrapped a hand around your neck, holding you still as he fucked into you, angling his hips so he brushed your G-spot with each stroke. You brought your hand up to hold his wrist and Jax kissed you again, softer and kinder this time, "be a good girl and cum for me." The words were barely out of his mouth before you were arching off the bed and squeezing him for all he was worth, Jax's pace faulting briefly.

"Touch yourself." You snuck a hand between you to rub your clit while he kissed you, his hand warm on your neck as you got caught up in the kiss, "give me one more and then we're done." He sounded close, barely able to speak clearly. His hips maintained a punishing speed as his hand held you still so you couldn't move away from his lips then you were cumming so hard you saw white, Jax following close behind with a groan.

His hand left your neck and moved to your cheek, brushing the sweat stuck hair from your skin "you good?"

You sighed, craning your head to kiss him softly, "I'm great, you good?"

"Yeah, I'm great too, can I get you anything?" He reached across the table and bought you a bottle of cold water, taking a sip before handing it to you.

"I'm alright, can we cuddle for a bit longer?" Jax nodded, bringing you into his arms with a soft smile and a kiss to your forehead, "we can cuddle for as long as you want. I love you so much y/n."

"I love you too Jackson."

Fin

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