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tenelkadjowrites · 8 months

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Declaration - Hongjoong x Reader (NSFW)

🍒 Summary: On the brink of moving out of the apartment you share with your bad boy roommate, Hongjoong, you’re shocked to learn that he’s a virgin - and wants his first time to be with you.

🍒 Word count: 9k

🍒 Genre & warnings: one shot smut. roommates to lovers. mentions of smoking, drinking, physical violence. loss of virginity. dirty talk. unprotected sex. creampie. oral sex.

this fic is not meant to represent hongjoong in any way, shape or form.

“You’re lucky we didn’t get tossed out of here.”

“Please, the bartender loves us.”

“Does he?”

“Well, he loves our money.”

The heavy sigh you emit does not go unnoticed. Hongjoong glances up from his spot in front of the sink, casting a look in your direction. In the dimly lit, run down bathroom of the shitty bar you’ve been in for the past few hours, he appears to be in his element.

That isn’t surprising, seeing as Hongjoong and his merry band of delinquents loved to frequent spots like this, stirring up trouble and relishing it. You just wish it hadn’t been tonight, of all nights.

“Stop moving,” Seonghwa grumbles as he wraps the bandage around Hongjoong’s knuckles.

It is a familiar sight: the dirty bathroom, the muffled rock music, Hongjoong being patched up by Seonghwa, their heads bowed together as they examine the injury. Hongjoong’s hair is electric blue (“Gatorade hair” you like to call it to annoy him sometimes) compared to Seonghwa’s black and occasionally they are so close together their hair mingles a little like swirling paint.

“We can’t be in here forever. Eventually, someone is gonna need the bathroom,” You point out.

But Hongjoong doesn’t seem concerned. “Woo will take care of it.”

You don’t doubt that, seeing as Wooyoung is standing guard just outside the door. Seonghwa releases his hold on Hongjoong’s hand, briefly admiring the patch job he did to stop the bleeding from where Hongjoong had thrown a punch, missed, and struck the wall so hard some plaster fell off. Not that it stopped him from swinging again, this time finally connecting with the jaw of the man who ran his mouth a little too much for Hongjoong’s liking.

You cross your arms, tentatively leaning against the wall next to the door. The various flyers for bands crinkle underneath your jacket; some of them are so old that they seem to be permanent fixtures to the paint.

“Thanks, Hwa,” He says and then jerks his head in the direction of the door, “A moment alone though, please.”

Seonghwa shoots you a glowering look, knowing that the part of the night where you lecture Hongjoong is about to begin. As he walks past you, dressed entirely in black, his lips smacking from his chewing gum, he doesn’t break eye contact with you. This no longer phases you, entirely used to Seonghwa and his guard dog act. Making sure to roll your eyes as he pushes the door open, almost colliding with Wooyoung, you then turn your attention to Hongjoong.

“Does he always need to be like that?”

“You know, a lot of women love Seonghwa,” Hongjoong replies, flexing his fingers to make sure the bandage remains in place, “Are quite dedicated to him, in fact. They write page after page describing him.”

“Couldn’t be me,” You retort and leave your spot by the wall, going towards Hongjoong and motioning to see his hand which he extends, “I really didn’t want the night to play out this way, you know.”

Hongjoong has enough sense to look slightly abashed while still protesting at the same time. “You heard what that guy was saying about you.”

“Who cares? You always take me to some shithole like this and then are blown away when some asshole runs his mouth. You’ve never decked them before.”

“Tonight is different. We’re celebrating,” He puts emphasis on the word as if it clears everything up, “You got an amazing job and the party shouldn’t be ruined by some asshole.”

And you’re moving out, is the unsaid sentence because for all your differences with Hongjoong, he’s been your roommate for the last four years. But your new job is on the outskirts of the city and the commute just didn’t make sense, leading you to make the choice to move closer.

Hongjoong, with his slight frame, short height and diminutive appearance, would normally not fit the picture of what a hard ass would look like. But in the four years of knowing him, including moments like having to pay bail a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t sitting in a cell, you know better. Hongjoong has a ferocity to him unmatched by anyone else in his group of equally feral friends. He isn’t afraid of anyone, doesn’t think repercussions through, acts on instinct instead of logic, and tears through people and things for the fun of it.

But he never misses rent, keeps things exceptionally tidy and isn’t home very often. In all, a dream roommate which meant overlooking the chaotic way his life was lived outside the apartment.

You hadn’t made it a habit to hang out with Hongjoong regularly, seeing as it always resulted with Seonghwa patching him up in a grimy bathroom. But after asking you to come out for one last hurrah before the move, you agreed – and now stood in the aforementioned grimy bathroom.

You make sure that Seonghwa did a good job with the bandage, taking note of the blood seeping through a little at Hongjoong’s knuckles. At some point during the fight, Hongjoong’s hat went flying although you are sure someone has retrieved it. He has a baggy black t-shirt on, oversized for his thin frame, with the logo of some underground rock group you’ve never heard of. His jeans are covered in rips and tears and his combat boots are well worn with paint splattered all over them. His nails are painted black although at this point they are more chipped than not. His facial features are at odds with his clothing; he looks as delicate as a small bird which is probably why he has two eyebrow piercings above one eye and a lip ring to try to counteract that very comparison.

“I think the celebration would go smoother without some jerk threatening to sue you.”

Hongjoong gives a small shrug. “He won’t do anything. And we didn’t even get kicked out.”

“A successful night for sure,” You reply dryly, finishing up studying his hand – as usual Seonghwa had done a good job.

Hongjoong grins wickedly, “They usually are. Come on,” He nudges you with his shoulder while walking towards the door, “It’s only a little past midnight.”

You sigh, following your roommate out into the night of whatever little bit of chaos remained.

The ‘little bit of chaos’ ended up resulting in a hangover and sleeping past noon. By the time you’re up, showered, managed to eat something and are focusing on packing up the rest of your things, it is past six pm. You only have a week until it is time to move and your room is filled with boxes and a random assortment of items tossed all over the place. Stretched out on your bed, you are staring at a pile of clothes, torn between donating them or keeping them just in case.

Overthinking the clothing situation is only making your hangover headache worse. The apartment is quiet because Hongjoong, after making sure you got back home safely at two in the morning, had went back out. This is normal for him so you don’t think much of it. Seonghwa is moving in after you go and will continue his guard dog act so Hongjoong will always have someone watching over him.

As if conjuring your roommate up, you hear the front door open and the sound of Hongjoong’s boots against the floor before he removes them.

“Are you here?” He barks out into the silence and when you call back an affirmative answer, he appears a few seconds later at the entrance to your room.

His hair is disheveled, small dark circles under his eyes that means he is running on basically no sleep while in the same clothes as yesterday.

“How’s your hand?” You ask, motioning him to come inside – all these years living together and Hongjoong never entered your room without permission.

He blinks in surprise, as if having forgotten about the injury entirely, glancing down at it. “Oh? Fine, I guess.”

When he gets a step closer, you scrunch up your nose. “Joong, you stink, no offense. You smell like fifty bars threw up on you.”

Hongjoong immediately looks affronted, grabbing the front of his shirt and sniffing it. He smells of booze, cigarette smoke and the city in general. “I don’t smell anything.”

“Of course you don’t, you’re just soaking in it.”

“Well,” He sways a little on his feet, “I’ll shower.”

You narrow your eyes at your roommate, sliding off the bed and braving the smell to look closer at his face. “Are you drunk?”

“Still drunk, actually, because I was drunk last night, remember.”

“Fucking hell, what have you been doing since I got back here?”

“Uh….drinking.”

“Okayyy,” You drag the word out, gingerly placing your hands on his shoulders and turning him to face the door, “Why don’t we get you in bed to sleep this off and then you can shower? Last thing I want to deal with before I move is you falling in the shower and hurting yourself.”

“This jerk challenged Mingi and I to a drinking contest,” Hongjoong explains sourly, “I lost.”

“Clearly. How did Mingi fare?”

“He won,” He replies brightly, his words slurring at the edge, “We spent the winnings on more booze.”

“Wonderful, truly. Let’s move it along, please.”

“Wait, wait,” His hand reaches out for the doorframe, the nail polish completely chipped off the thumb, “Wait.” His slender fingers grip the wood, knuckles turning white for a second.

You release your hold on his shoulders as Hongjoong turns around to face you. In the evening sun coming through the window, it is clearer now that he is intoxicated. This isn’t new behavior for him. In the four years of being his roommate, you’ve made a point in not asking the following: what he does when he’s out with his friends when you’re not around and how he makes his money to pay rent. Some knowledge is better off not knowing.

“You’re moving soon so it doesn’t matter,” He declares – to you? to himself? You’re not sure.

“What doesn’t matter?”

“All of it.”

“Can you be a little more specific?” You are trying to keep impatience from creeping into your tone, casting a glance at the collection of clothes you need to get back to overthinking about.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about. Ask you about? Uhm,” His brow furrows in drunken confusion for a second before he continues, “It’s about me.”

“Should we discuss this now?” You say with a small sigh.

“You’re moving so I wanted to ask if you could do me a favour.”

“I’m not helping you hide a body.”

“N-no, what? No, not that. Besides, I’d ask Hwa for help with something like that. He’s very meticulous.”

“Can you please get to the point?”

Hongjoong suddenly looks a bit unsure of himself which is strange to see. You can’t actually recall ever seeing the expression on his face before and it ushers you into silence, wondering with a quickening heart what in the world he is going to tell you.

His words are still slurred so you lean a little closer to him (much to your chagrin, given the smell) to try to understand what he is saying.

“Since you’re moving, I wanted to ask if you would – well, the thing is. You know, I’ve fooled around a lot. But never…you know. So I was wondering if you would. With me.”

You blink at him, unable to comprehend what Hongjoong is trying to say. If it had been anyone else talking, you would have assumed they were trying to tell you they were a virgin. But that would be ridiculous given the fact this is Hongjoong, who seemed to naturally have people drawn to him. You also definitely saw him making out with people in bars before too…

As the silence drags on, Hongjoong shifts uncomfortably. That same fragile expression is on his face, a far cry from the usual cocky grin he carried.

“I’m sorry, are you telling me that you’re a…virgin?” You finally ask point blank when it became clear that your roommate is not going to speak more.

Hongjoong blinks and to your surprise, there is a touch of colour across his cheeks as he replies stiffly, “Yes.”

“And you’re asking me to…sleep with you?”

He clears his throat a little. “Yes.”

You don’t know what to say and can’t really wrap your head around what he is telling you. What you do know is Hongjoong is drunk and this is not a conversation to be had at this moment. He might not even remember it come tomorrow nor the request he has made.

Carefully, you reply, “Hongjoong, I think you should get some sleep. We can talk about this tomorrow, alright? But you’re intoxicated and this is more of a…. sober conversation.”

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and mumbles that he understands. Turning around, he shuffles out of your room and down the hall to his own space, closing the door firmly behind him. You hover in the doorway, waiting for…well, you aren’t sure. Was he upset that you pushed the conversation off? Even if he is, you know you did the right thing.

When it is clear Hongjoong isn’t going to reappear, you quietly shut the door and stare at your bed.

How is it possible that your roommate is a virgin? He is exceptionally good with people, charming even - when he wanted to be. Sure, he might throw a punch here or there or…often but you also witnessed him flirting constantly with people.

On the other hand, now that you’re thinking about it, you cannot recall Hongjoong ever bringing someone back to the apartment to spend the night. But you just assumed that he was sleeping with people elsewhere.

Apparently, he wasn’t.

So I was wondering if you would. With me.

For all Hongjoong’s tendencies to get in trouble, you always considered him a friend. But the thoughts never crossed into anything else. You never pictured yourself taking things further with him. He had been your roommate for years, why mess that up with sex?

Since you’re moving…obviously Hongjoong gave this some thought before drunkenly suggesting you take his virginity. There isn’t anything to ruin when you’re moving out. If the sex was terrible or awkward, Hongjoong knew you’d be on the other side of the city. Through that lens, it made sense why he asked you.

Tomorrow, you think, I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow when he’s sober.

Late afternoon the next day, you stand outside Hongjoong’s door. He slept almost the entire day, waking up only two hours ago and taking an incredibly long shower. The kitchen smells of coffee and half the pot is already gone. His room is mostly quiet although the low hum of a TV show lets you know he is up.

You aren’t sure how to approach this conversation. You’ve seen Hongjoong punch multiple people, you’ve seen him get hauled out of bar fights by Jongho, you’ve watched him fix up a motorcycle for an illegal street race and have lost count at watching Seonghwa patch him up.

But you’ve never had a conversation about his sexual history or how it might include you.

Lecturing Hongjoong is second nature to you, to the point that you sometimes think he enjoys the speeches. Talking to Hongjoong about his virginity? Yeah, you’re out of your element. You’re hoping that he was so drunk last night that he made the whole thing up.

But the expression on his face during his confession lingers in your mind, giving you a sneaking suspicion there wasn’t anything false about it.

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door. You hear something clatter to the floor and then a shuffling of Hongjoong’s feet. A second later, he opens the door, avoiding your eyes.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Joong. How are you feeling? Hungover?”

“No,” He says almost defensively as if being hungover would be a slight on his character, “Just tired.”

“I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second.”

His eyes flick up to yours. There is a wariness that has settled across his delicate face. He remembers the conversation, you think as he moves to the side to let you into his room. The blinds are pulled shut over the window. The TV has some show on at a low volume, the screen brightness so dimmed that you know he is definitely hungover since it must hurt his eyes.

Hongjoong is wearing an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants. He looks somehow smaller than ever. Even with the eyebrow and lip piercings, you don’t think that it is possible to recall a time where he looked so tiny. He also smells a thousand times better than yesterday; the scent of clean laundry and soap clings to him in an almost comforting way.

You sit gingerly on the edge of Hongjoong’s bed. One side of his room is a chaotic mess of paintings in progress, a collection of paints shoved on top of his dresser in a teetering tower, completely unorganized. Hongjoong didn’t keep it a secret that he was an artist but the amount of people who knew probably could be counted on your fingers. He never showed his finished work to anyone and you only caught glimpses the rare times you were in his room.

Hongjoong just stands there, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. You have no idea how to start this conversation.

“Listen, this is kinda awkward for me,” You begin, “But I have to talk to you about a conversation we had yesterday when you were drunk.”

“I remember it,” His tone is defensive, straightening himself out so that he looks as tall as possible.

You’ve never had his attitude directed at you before but are familiar with it. Right now, however, it comes off as artificial, an act to protect himself from however this talk goes.

“Great, okay. Were you telling the truth?”

“Why would I lie?”

“Maybe you found it funny.”

“Why would that be funny?” He snaps, his agitation and anxiety too powerful to be masked by his tough guy exterior.

You shrug. “Seeing my reaction about something like that. You might believe that I would find something amusing about an admission like that. I don’t, by the way. But when you’re drunk, sometimes what we find funny can be different.”

Hongjoong narrows his eyes slightly, crossing his arms. He looks as defensive as ever but you get the feeling he is crossing his arms more to mentally protect himself, not because he is actually hostile. “You don’t find it funny?”

“No. So, it’s true then? You’re a virgin?”

Hongjoong flinches at the word and then scowls. “Yes.”

“Not to lecture you but you do know virginity is just a social construct –”

He waves one hand dismissively as if swatting a fly. “Don’t start. I already know. I’ve read it online a thousand times. And it’s not like I have zero experience. Casually making out in bars or whatever happen often enough.”

“Right,” You reply, “But anything more than that…”

He averts his gaze, still on edge. “Nothing. It isn’t that I’m against it. I just built it up too much in my head and now it’s some gigantic thing that gives me anxiety. I’ve had a thousand different ideas. I’ve thought about just finding someone at one of the bars or one of the shows I go to and fucking them behind the stage or something and getting it over with. I don’t want it to be some fucking…cuddly romantic thing. But when it comes to pulling the trigger, I just never seem to.”

“And the idea to ask me?”

There is a flicker of embarrassment that is wiped cleanly away by his earlier expression of hostility as he replies, “You’re moving. So, if it is awkward or terrible, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ever have to see you again. It can’t ruin us being roommates cuz you’ll be gone. You understand?”

“Yeah, I get it. But there needs to be…a level of attraction for sleeping together to work, Hongjoong. And I have to admit that I never thought of you that way because you’re my roommate.”

Hongjoong tentatively sits next to you on the edge of the bed although his posture looks as if he is ready to flee at any second. “Yeah, but we’re not going to be come next week. So…think about it.”

You study his profile since he remains steadfastly looking ahead. The curve of his elegant nose, the fragility of his features – no amount of piercings could erase those things. Even his hands resting in his lap look to be made from porcelain, the bandage still wrapped around his knuckles making you wonder how he hasn’t broken a bone from throwing punches.

You try to picture Hongjoong approaching your bed, stripping your clothes off your body, his fingers running across your skin. His lips against yours, the way his breathing would change when he would be turned on. He would probably still be in control when it came to sex, judging from how he is in everything else, even if it would be entirely new to him. The idea of him turning into a whimpering mess seems unlikely to happen.

“Just think about it,” Hongjoong goes, “I know it’s…an unusual request. But I feel comfortable with you. I don’t think the anxiety would be so bad knowing you’re moving out and if it sucks, it won’t matter. That’s why I want it to be you and no one else.”

You stand up, skin strangely hot and nod. “Alright. I’ll think about it.”

Hongjoong looks relieved, nodding. “Great. Well, listen, I gotta clean my bedsheets cuz they smell like booze and I have half a pot of coffee left to go so…”

“Right, I’m going now,” You say, eyes darting to his hands one last time, thinking about how they’d feel against your thighs, “Thanks for the talk.”

Hongjoong shrugs with the air of forced casual indifference which you see right through but won’t point out. You close the door, mulling over what it would be like to sleep with him. He’s right in that there wouldn’t be any downsides. You’re moving so if it’s terrible, does it matter? It would be so easy to tumble into bed with him.

Once you’re back in your own room, you flop down on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

So think about it.

Hongjoong makes it sound so simple. That causes you to wonder how long he had been thinking about it, how long he imagined sleeping with you. He never gave any indication about such things but he also hides everything under his tough guy exterior.

In your four years of being roommates with Hongjoong, you always trusted and got along with him. Sure, his life was not one you fully understood nor wanted for your own but he seemed at ease in it. There was the time your car broke down and he sent Yeosang out to pick you up immediately. The rare time you’d attend a rock show with Hongjoong and he would viciously push any guy who tried to get a little too touchy feeling with you under the guise of being smushed in the crowd. Sometimes, after vanishing for a few days, he would reappear with your favourite Starbucks order for no reason at all. Or that one time your relationship ended because your ex cheated on you and Hongjoong played innocent when they showed up and accused him of keying his car. Not to mention the fact Hongjoong just punched that guy last night for being vulgar…

“Oh god,” You mumble, suddenly sitting up.

Of course it had been easy for Hongjoong to imagine sleeping with you. The gestures that you just assumed were typical roommate ones and hadn’t questioned are now very clearly indications of a larger interest in you. You’re only seeing it now because of his confession of his virginity and asking to lose it to you, of all people.

So think about it, he said, carefully hiding his emotions underneath the veneer of indifference and attitude.

You lay back down and finally, truly, think about it.

Hongjoong promptly vanishes the next two days. You have never noticed his absence before, always enjoying having a roommate that didn’t spend a lot of time at home. But with the last conversation being so serious, the silence feels intentional as if he is worried hanging around will create some sort of pressure on the choice you need to make.

With your old job winding down and the move mostly organized and settled, you spend a lot of time thinking about sleeping with Hongjoong. You carefully weigh the pros and cons, you consider what it would do to any possible friendship you could have with him after the move, and then you think about how he more than likely has been interested in you for years and just would never say anything about it. In fact, he seems content to let you go without asking you to go out on a date.

With anyone else, you’d assume this is because he is more interested in using you to rip the ‘virgin’ label off him. However, you know your roommate well enough to be aware that he wouldn’t act like that. In suggesting this to you, and mentioning his earlier anxiety about having sex, you believe that his feelings for you just make the entire process simpler and less stressful. He seems to be aware that, up until now, you have never looked at him in anything other than the light of a roommate and he didn’t want to ruin that by telling you of his affections.

But tonight, you texted him asking to talk and a few hours later, a little after eight pm, the front door of the apartment opens and you hear Hongjoong’s boots against the floor. You are nervous, unsure how this is going to play out. There is silence and then a hard knock on the door.

After telling him to come in, he opens the door and hovers in the entrance. Tonight he’s wearing a white button up and as usual, it is a little too large for him. It is purposely untucked although he has a black belt looped around it, smushing the fabric against his waist. His jeans don’t even have any holes in them and his nails are freshly painted black.

“Wow,” You say by way of greeting, “You look almost presentable.”

He rolls his eyes but the corners of his lips quirk up for a second. “New exhibit at the museum started and sometimes the staff gets bitchy if the people going during the opening week don’t look super presentable. There’s no official dress code there but you know what I mean. I didn’t feel like having a lot of old people gawk at me while I was looking at the paintings.”

“Right, I understand.”

There is a beat of silence. Hongjoong leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. You can almost see the walls going up as he prepares for rejection.

“Anyway, you wanted to talk?” He prompts.

You wish he wasn’t on the other side of the room while you sit on your bed. But you know better than to make Hongjoong feel cornered, especially with such a sensitive discussion on the table.

“I wanted to talk about our conversation the other day. I’ve been thinking a lot about it.”

“Alright…” He trails off, quickly masking the sudden insecurity that is hitting him by darting his eyes away from you.

You inhale slowly and then go, “I want to. If you still are interested, I mean.”

Hongjoong’s eyes snap back in your direction, the surprise written all over his face. The vulnerability shown there takes you by surprise, a glimpse underneath his cool exterior that you weren’t prepared for.

But then the look is gone, replaced with that typical hard expression. He narrows his eyes, pushing away from the doorframe and towards you. “Do you mean it? You’re not just saying this because you feel pressured? Because it’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t feel pressured. I want to.”

“Why?” His tone is laced with hostility, another defense mechanism he’s deploying in navigating this conversation.

Hongjoong stands in front of you now, smelling of clean laundry and his familiar cologne still clinging to his skin. Tilting your face to look upwards at him, you speak.

“Because your logic makes sense. If it’s awkward or terrible, I’m moving and we don’t ever have to see one another again. We’ve known each other for years. I’m comfortable with you. And…” You steel yourself for the next comment, unsure how he will take it. “And I figured it out. How you feel about me.”

Hongjoong goes very still, staring at you with a careful blank stare on his face. But for all his attempts at coming off indifferent, he flexes the fingers of his right hand to try to steady his nerves.

You continue to talk, although it is in a bit of a faster voice than before, nervous Hongjoong is going to take something the wrong way and leave. “I know you didn’t mean for me to learn that you might see more as more than friends or a roommate. I only realized it after you asked me about sleeping together. I understand your reasoning more now; it isn’t just about the fact I am moving away. Your feelings about me make the entire thing a little more comfortable, a little less anxiety inducing. I get it.”

“I don’t want you sleeping with me out of pity,” He replies stiffly.

“I’m not.”

“How is this not pity?” He says hotly.

“Because you told me to think about it. About being with you. So, I thought about it.”

“And?” He demands, refusing to budge from his hostility.

You take a steadying breath and bring your hands carefully forward, gently grabbing onto the belt around his waist, giving it a small tug to bring Hongjoong closer. “And I want you,” You say simply.

Something in his fragile face seems to shift at the words, like small cracks in fine china. One second, he stands in front of you defensive and on edge. In the next second, he is bending down to cup your cheeks in his hands, his lips hot against yours. You gasp in surprise, muffled in the kiss. Even with all your daydreaming about him since his admission of being a virgin, the reality of Hongjoong kissing you is a bit surreal.

Your hands grip his belt, pulling on it to lead him onto the bed as you lay back against the pillows, not breaking the kiss. His tongue slips in your mouth and there is heat growing in your body like a slow wave. You weren’t expecting the kiss to be this intense, unsure what it would be like to actually have him in this manner.

The kiss ends suddenly and Hongjoong is peering closely at your face. His breathing is uneven and his normally guarded expression is open with all the concerns and worries floating around in his head.

You are slightly disoriented from the kiss, wondering why he stopped.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks in a soft voice, the softest you’ve heard from him.

You swallow hard, disbelieving that he does not see the impact the kiss had on you. “Yeah, unless…unless you’re having second thoughts.”

“I’m not,” He goes and there is that same defiance creeping back in his tone, that jagged edge of his personality you have grown so accustomed to over the years. “I just wasn’t sure if you were.”

“I’m not, Joong. I want – I mean, you can kiss me again. If you want.”

His lips are back against yours, not requiring another suggestion nor word from you. This time, your hands circle around his waist, bunching the fabric of his shirt in your hands, holding onto him while continuing to kiss. All that making out must have paid off because Hongjoong’s kisses are the type that leave you breathless, your heart thrumming in your chest like a trapped bird.

But he sticks to kissing and it strikes you that he is not going to be as in charge or bossy as you previously thought. He is simply too shy to act on what he wants, tying into his story about his anxiety and how it kept him from losing his virginity.

You begin to kiss along his jawline and down his neck. The touch makes him shiver and you realize how sensitive he is. Carefully, you bring one hand upwards to his hair, the blue strands curling around your fingers, feeling the softness against your skin. Hongjoong’s breath hitches; it is a foreign sound to you, something entirely brand new from a person you believed to know almost everything about.

“Does that feel nice?” You ask quietly in between kissing along his neck.

Hongjoong makes a soft humming noise in response, a mixture of too shy and too turned on to speak. Carefully, you change positions so that he is now underneath your body. You’re straddling him, leaning forward to drape your body against his, finding his lips once more. His hands tentatively move along your sides, just brushing underneath your shirt to touch bare skin.

Your body shivers from the slight touch which seems to give Hongjoong confidence because his fingers trail upwards, underneath your shirt and stopping right where your bra begins. He is stiff in his jeans and it is difficult to hold back and not grind down against his body just to hear what your roommate sounds like turned on.

Moving your hand away from Hongjoong’s hair, you bring it to meet where his hovers. Carefully, you cover his hand with yours, allowing it to travel upwards to your bra. His breathing has quickened as he begins to grope you. Shyly, his other hand comes to your chest, squeezing your tits as you resume kissing him.

Your tongue is in his mouth and your brain is overrun by the scent of him, the sensation of his hands, how he feels underneath your body. You’re wet, you realize with a jolt, turned on by Hongjoong and the gentle unraveling of him occurring so close to you.

The kiss breaks and this time you’re studying Hongjoong’s face. There is a hint of colour in his cheeks, his lips are flushed from all the making out and he has one tiny hickey already forming on the delicate skin of his neck. You don’t even recall giving it to him.

The expression in his eyes is one of an unraveling – his typical tough guy posture is being pulled away like a cover off a painting, exposing the centre of Hongjoong in a way that you have never seen before.

The desire to see Hongjoong completely undone hits you squarely in the chest. It is a powerful urge to see what he looks and sounds like when he is experiencing intense pleasure. You pull off your t-shirt, tossing it to the side. Hongjoong swallows hard, eyes widening while you unclasp your bra and bring his hands back up to your bare breasts.

He seems entranced with groping them, brushing his fingertips across your nipples. When it makes you shiver, he repeats the action, clearly studying what makes you react the most. You’re swiftly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, stopping to remove his belt which drops off the bed with a clatter. He sits up slightly as you peel it off his shoulders, removing it entirely and leaving Hongjoong bare chested.

Running your hands down his chest, you take in the sight of his toned chest and hard abdomen. Experimentally, you rock your hips just a little, just enough to put some pressure on his groin. He inhales sharply, eyes closing for a moment. Hongjoong is a delicate thing underneath you, sensitive to any and all pleasure that is entirely brand new to him.

You slide off him, kicking off your shorts and unzipping his pants. He lifts his hips to allow them to be removed, leaving him in just his boxers. Your gaze turns to Hongjoong, making sure he is doing okay. There is a look of determination in his eyes to keep going although there is still the same hint of vulnerability that grows stronger every time an article of clothing is removed.

“You wanna keep going?” You check in.

Hongjoong nods firmly although his voice is soft when replying, “Don’t stop.”

Your hand glides over his thigh and up to his boxers, rubbing him gently. There is a small moan from him, so quiet as if he is holding back. You squeeze his cock through the boxers and his eyes close tightly, mumbling a curse under his breath.

Slowly, you pull down his boxers, freeing his cock from them. Hongjoong is stiff and warm, the heavy weight of his length against his stomach. You wrap your hand around his cock and he whimpers. Having never heard such a noise from him before, you stop, letting him get used to the sensation.

But Hongjoong doesn’t seem to be interested in stopping because in a breathless voice he goes, “P-please.”

Hearing him so desperate leaves you unable to refuse. You spit in the palm of your hand and slowly stroke Hongjoong’s length, fighting the urge to take him in your mouth. But you don’t want to overwhelm Hongjoong with too much, not now, not for his first time. Instead, you lean forward and plant one kiss on the tip which elicits a groan from your roommate.

“Is there a certain way you’d like to do this?” You ask, wanting him to make all the choices.

Hongjoong opens his eyes, casting a look downward while you stroke his length. His breathing is shallow, his pupils blown out with desire and his blue hair framing his elegant face.

“Just…if you could…” His shyness is growing by the second, completely unlike every conversation you’ve ever had before with him, “If you could be on top,” He finishes quickly, the colour in his cheeks deepening.

You’re surprised again at how Hongjoong is like putty in your hands, so swift to give over all control and let you lead the process. For someone who is usually outspoken and bossy, this turn is enticing. Seeing your roommate crumble from every touch makes the pull towards him even more acute.

Slipping your underwear off, you straddle Hongjoong. His cock presses in between your folds and he moans again. His blue hair is splayed against the pillow, a bright splash of electric ocean that only highlights his small frame and tender appearance.

Positioning yourself so that his cock is at your entrance, you lower your hips. His cock pushes inside your wet hole and Hongjoong groans louder, his head rolling back as the pleasure engulfs his length. He enters easily, your pussy slick with juices from just exploring and touching him. When he is fully inside your cunt, you go still, letting him get used to being inside you.

Hongjoong is unspooling in front of you. All the previous hostile energy he used to protect himself is gone. The fragility on display now is both a turn on and endearing. His bandaged hand grips the bed sheets, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. The colour deepens across his cheeks, making him look almost like a sunset across the ocean.

You lean forward and kiss him. He tilts his face to meet your lips, the desperation evident in how he moves his tongue and the way he is trembling underneath your body. You still don’t move your hips, enjoying the sensation of Hongjoong’s cock buried in you.

He is kissing along your jaw and down your neck, growing bold enough to bring his hands around your back, gently indicating to move forward a little. As you do so, your pussy tightens around his cock and Hongjoong groans again as his lips find your nipples, placing one in your mouth so he can suck on them. Your hands are next to his head, gripping the sheets as you begin to move your hips back, starting to ride him.

Hongjoong switches to your other nipple, his teeth grazing the skin as he gropes your other breast with his hand. When he slips your nipple out of his mouth, his hands go to your shoulders, pulling you back down so that he can kiss you again. Your lips meet his hungrily as the rocking of your hips steadily increases. His tongue is messy in your mouth, his hands against your back, a whimpering mess with each movement taken.

You pull away, straightening out on top of him, beginning to properly bounce on his cock now. All the years of being roommates are wiped away by the sight of Hongjoong delirious with pleasure. His hands glide down to your hips as the noises tumble from his lips. Hongjoong is not quiet in the slightest; there is none of the silenced pleasure you are so used to having from your past lovers. His eyes are closed once more and his eyelashes lay against his skin like small whisps of a raven’s feathers. He arches his hips at one point as you sink down on his cock and your hands lay flat against his stomach. The muscles are hard underneath your fingers and your speed increases, driving your pussy down faster to get a stronger reaction out of Hongjoong.

It works. Whatever else residing in his brain is quickly wiped away from how good it feels. He curses loudly, his eyes opening to reveal a hazy expression of lust and desire. A strand of his blue hair lays across his forehead, his tongue pokes out from in between his lips, and his grip tightens on your hips. He is a mess, each ragged gasp and whimper his way of wishing that the pleasure would never stop, a desperate plea to extend this moment forever. It is difficult to merge the Hongjoong underneath you – the one with the flushed skin, ragged breathing and slender frame trembling – as your roommate who punched a guy from mouthing off the other night, the same man who showed no hesitation in telling someone off for the slightest mistake.

It is even trickier to accept that it is you making him feel this way. You are unsure what Hongjoong pictured for his first time but did he know how he would crumble when put against your body? Did he know that everything would be this intense due to a mixture of his feelings for you and how long you’ve known one another? Was he aware of how he would be a writhing whimpering man far removed from how he acted in public?

His jaw is clenched as he gasps out, “I’m gonna – I’m so close,” With desperation he pulls at you, bringing your body against his as he pleads, “Kiss me.”

Your lips are hot on his, the kiss desperate, your tongues pressing together as you bring your hips down one final time. Hongjoong’s groan is muffled as he begins his climax. He clings to you, his arms around your back, fingernails gently pressing into your skin. The kiss ends and you watch as Hongjoong submits completely to his orgasm, erasing all signs of the roommate you once thought you knew. You can feel his warm cum in your cunt, the beautiful vulnerability of his facial expressions as he submits to the dizzying high of the climax.

Hongjoong’s hands slide off your back, his breathing hard and fast as he tries to wipe the haze from his brain. Carefully, you move off his lap, laying down next to him. Your eyes rake across his body, admiring his small frame, his chest and messy hair. He opens his eyes and turns onto his side, propping himself up a little to stare at you. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light.

You are unsure how to start the conversation. How do you ask your roommate if losing his virginity was enjoyable? His cum is leaking out of your pussy, something you never thought would happen. Casual conversation at this point seems asinine.

But before you can utter a word, Hongjoong looks crossed and goes, “You didn’t cum.”

The ever familiar expression of hostility creeps back across his pretty face, a signal to a return to form. The satisfaction that just obliterated his earlier composure is swiftly replaced by a petulant expression.

“Oh,” You’re surprised, not thinking he noticed nor care so much, “I mean, this was more about you than me…” You trail off, taking note of his frown.

“Who said that?” He demands, “Just teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

A tiny bit of timidity creeps back into his eyes but he resolutely pushes through it and goes, “How to eat your pussy.”

It’s the dirtiest thing Hongjoong has ever said to you and momentarily renders you speechless. Finally, you nod, moving back among the pillows. Hongjoong doesn’t waste a moment, shifting so that he is in front of you. His hands are on your thighs and he gently spreads your legs apart. Having him looking at your pussy which still has his cum leaking out of it feels incredibly intimate and you’re thrown off by the sudden timidness that is sweeping over you.

Hongjoong’s cheeks are flushing with colour again but the expression on his face is one of determination and a growing passion. He brings two fingers down along your slit, spreading your lips apart just enough to take in the sight of his cum in your hole.

In a shaky voice, he goes, “You have a pretty pussy.” You are unsure if it is nerves making his voice quake, lust or a mixture of both. He slips his fingers in his mouth for a couple of seconds and then brings one to your entrance, pushing it inside. “Is that okay?”

You nod but then realize Hongjoong is too busy staring at the way you’re taking his finger. “Y-yeah, that’s perfect.”

“I like pushing my load back in you,” His voice is soft and tentative, dirty talk being something new to him, but you give him credit for pushing through his anxiety, “It looks good.”

You bring your hand down to your clit, rubbing it a little while saying, “Bring your tongue here –” The rest of your explanation is cut off as Hongjoong doesn’t waste a second, lowering his face to your pussy and rolling his tongue across your clit.

You curse in surprise as Hongjoong’s tongue presses against your nub, his finger pumping in your hole slowly. At first, his movements are a little awkward and unsure but with more guiding, he switches to flicking his tongue across your clit while inserting a second finger. This feels much better and Hongjoong seems pleased to hear the moans that are flowing freely from your mouth now.

He fucks you faster with his fingers, burying them inside you. Your pussy is a mess of his cum and your wetness and as his pace accelerates, so do the lewd noises of your hole taking him. At one point, he pulls away to watch how your hole is wrapped around his fingers. He looks entranced and when he suddenly looks up, his face is covered in you and his cheeks are a deep pink.

“Am I…am I doing okay?” He asks, unsure of himself.

“Yes,” You breathe out, “Can you fuck me faster? And try sucking on my clit.”

Hongjoong, apparently ever obedient in bed, wraps his lips around your swollen clit while picking up the speed of his finger thrusts. You gasp, your hand going to his hair, curling it around your fingertips. You quietly urge him to keep going, noticing that each compliment you give him only seems to make Hongjoong more determined to bring you to climax. Out of all the interesting things you’re learning about your roommate today, finding out he has an affinity to being complimented for doing a good job has to be the most surprising.

“Don’t stop, Joong,” You plead as his fingers are buried in your cunt and he is switching between sucking and flicking his tongue over your clit as your thighs shake, “Please, you’re doing such a good job.”

He makes a noise that is almost a sigh of contentment, not stopping for a moment. Your climax begins with one final movement of his tongue. Between his fingers and how he works your clit, you lose yourself to Hongjoong. Your grip on his hair tightens as the bliss reaches its peak. His name tumbles from your lips as he stops touching your clit and instead slips his tongue inside your hole. The slurping sounds are obscene yet he doesn’t seem to care. It is only when your orgasm finally subsides that your hold on his hair releases and you are trying to catch your breath.

A second later, Hongjoong’s head pops up in your vision, his expression as earnest as you’ve ever seen it. “Was that good? Did I do a good job?”

You know that it’ll be a secret taken to your grave that Hongjoong turns into a needy little thing in bed. You would never want to ruin his reputation.

In response, you reach out, yanking him down so that the two of you are kissing. He makes a noise of surprise but returns the kiss immediately. He tastes like your arousal; he tastes like you want more of him.

Stepping back into your room after cleaning up, now dressed back in your clothes, Hongjoong is just finishing doing up the last button on his dress shirt. He glances up at your entrance. His face is back in its usual neutral expression although the way his fingers shake against the button betrays his real emotions.

“Are you leaving?” You ask curiously.

Hongjoong nods. “Yeah, got some stuff to do.” He’s lying and you know it but don’t want to press things.

Yet you still wonder what happens now. Knowing about his feelings for you combined with the sexual chemistry, you think it would be a shame if things just really ended here. You hadn’t expected sex to be that enjoyable nor had you thought that Hongjoong unraveling underneath your body would have looked so good.

“Joong, before you go…”

He looks up from zipping up his jeans, his belt hanging loosely in between his fingers. His eyes are guarded, his disposition wary. All the walls are back up.

“Yeah?”

“Well, I mean, is that just…it? You ‘lost’ your virginity and I just move out and we barely talk anymore?”

His brow furrows, his piercings glinting as he walks towards you. You aren’t sure why you’re pressing this discussion now minus a gut feeling that if you don’t do it at this very moment, Hongjoong is going to slip out the front door because his vulnerability will lead him to clamming up. You’ll move out and probably never see him again.

His back is against the doorframe, his gaze heavy on yours. His shirt hangs off him loosely, the front dipping to reveal the top of his chest. The hickey has darkened against his skin.

“What else is there?” He juts his chin out but a flicker of anxiety in his eyes exposes him.

“I liked being with you. It felt good and…” Slightly embarrassing to admit this aloud but you keep going, “I like you. I realized it when you were underneath me. I know you have feelings for me. Why can’t we see where this goes after I move out?”

He looks surprised but quickly covers it up with a cocky expression, poking his finger against your hip. “You want me to ask you out on a date, don’t you?”

“Well…yes.”

Another poke. “You had that much fun with me?”

“You’re fishing for compliments now.”

“You were quick to give them out when we were fucking,” He retorts, “Why can’t I get any now?”

“Because you’re back to being Mr. Cool Guy and I thought you don’t want any compliments unless someone is like ‘nice right hook’ or something.”

His hand comes to a stop on your hip, looking at you with the expression of a cat that just found a glass of milk unattended. “Come out with me on a date.”

Hongjoong has looked at you a thousand times over the years but never quite so openly as he is right now. You can feel it all the way down to your toes and it throws you completely off balance. The dichotomy of him during sex and outside of sex makes the magnetic pull stronger.

“Okay,” You say simply as his hand snakes to your lower back and pushes you forward just enough so that he is pressing against your body, “O-oh!” You gasp in surprise and then quickly try to brush it off with the question, “What are we gonna do on the date?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll do the typical tedious date shit,” His eyes drop to your lower half before raising one eyebrow, “Maybe afterwards though, I can do what I did earlier. I gotta admit that it was pretty fun to hear you be that loud just because of my tongue,” He leans forward, bringing his lips close to your ear, “And you tasted good too.”

Your head spins, surprised at how easily Hongjoong can bounce back from being such a whimpering mess to openly flirting about eating you out. But Hongjoong has always displayed a cocky exterior and it didn’t look like that was going to magically change. You’re also taken aback by how weak in the knees you feel.

Swatting his hand away, you take a step back, hoping he can’t tell how flustered you are or you’ll never hear the end of it. “Didn’t you have somewhere to be?”

“I was lying to get out of here in case the conversation got awkward,” He openly admits, looping his belt through his jeans, shaking his blue hair out of his eyes, “But now I’m actually hungry. You wanna grab something to eat with me? Strictly in a roommate capacity.”

“Sure. Let me get ready real quick.”

“Alright,” He turns to walk out of your room but stops when you say his name, looking over his shoulder, “What?”

“Do you feel any different? Now that you’re not a virgin, I mean.”

Hongjoong looks thoughtful for a moment and then shrugs. “Nah, I feel the same. I guess because I lost it to you.” The words take you by surprise and there is a small hint of colour on his cheeks at the admission. “It just felt natural with you. You’re ah…always the one I wanted to lose it with,” He scowls then as if disgusted by opening up in such a manner, “Come on, go change. I’m seriously starving.”

You watch him leave, shutting the door behind him. In the quiet space of your room, you press your fingers against your chest, feeling the thrum of your heart. Maybe it had been easy to overlook Hongjoong all these years due to the formality of being roommates.

But it is evident to your mind and body that you are no longer overlooking your vulnerable yet prideful roommate thanks to his drunken declaration a few nights ago.

Lucky you.

the end.

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Treasured Chest [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, shenanigans, Buggy’s entire torso being stolen, spanking, Buggy detaching his penis, cockwarming, humiliation, crack porn, belly bulge, weird fetish I have no idea what this even is, nsfw, this is downright awful

a/n: Buggy gives me mad cute aggression I wanna smush him and smother him with love. Also, this is kind of leaning towards anime Buggy more than live action Bug; he’s just so darn cute😭 this is actually very very weird I’m not gonna lie to you guys

“ALRIGHT CREW!” Buggy shouted, standing with one leg up on the railing of the ship, “This will be our greatest raid yet!! I can already smell the treasure!!” Buggy couldn’t help but giggle gleefully before looking back down at the map that Y/n had so graciously translated for him, “Ok men, East it is!!”

So far it had been a peaceful sail, the air was cool and it wasn’t too humid. While Buggy was looking out at the sea, taking in the scenery, Y/n had sneakily slithered her way up behind him. She had a cheeky smile on her face before biting her lip, admiring Buggy from behind.

She poked his back, causing the man to scream out in surprise, very loudly, his body becoming a scattered, jumble of floating limbs and parts. Y/n’s eyes beamed as her eyes locked onto Buggy’s torso, she instantly snatched it out of thin air and ran off to the lower deck with it. “HEY!!!! WHAT THE- GIVE THAT BACK!!!!” Buggy barked after his girlfriend.

However, Y/n had already ran off, down to Buggy’s cabin, locking herself inside.

Buggy growled and yanked at the door handle, “OPEN UP!! I CAN’T PILLAGE WITHOUT MY TORSO!!”

“Well I can’t take a nap without my favorite pillow!” Y/n giggled, stripping down to just a bikini as she got comfortable on Buggy’s warm chest, letting the cool breeze of the sea air blow in through the window to cool her off.

“Favorite pillow..?” Buggy mumbled to himself, then growled again, “MY BODY ISN’T YOUR PILLOW!!! You’re so going to GET IT once I get in there!!” He yanked at the door handle a few more times before catching his breath, his arms and head floating since he didn’t have his torso to connect to them.. “OPEN UP!!” Buggy banged on the door, “First you steal my jacket, then my pants— NOW MY BODY?!”

It had been hours now and Y/n hadn’t budged. Buggy, Mohji, and Cabaji were stationed right outside of the locked room. Buggy paced back and forth, resting his hand on his thigh since he had no hip to rest it on while his other hand held his chin in thought. “I say we use some man power to break the door down.” Cabaji suggested.

“This is still my door you know that right?!” Buggy grunted, “This door is the least of our concerns. Our main focus should be how to get my body away from her clutches. Y/n isn’t gonna back down without a fight, she just loves stealing EVERYTHING FROM ME!!” He shouted the last part of his sentence, making sure Y/n heard that from inside of his room. Buggy turned towards Mohji, “You know how to train beasts, right?! Surely you picked up some tips on how to deal with women!”

Mohji’s eyes widened, the color draining from his face, “Are you kidding?! Women are a completely different kind of beast!! I don’t want to risk my arms and legs for YOUR body!!” He shivered lightly, “To be honest I’m a bit scared of Y/n.” He mumbled.

“WELL THEN DISTRACT HER WITH SOMETHING!!” Buggy growled, “That’s what you do with animals, right? Distract them with a juicy steak!!” He paced in thought again, “But what would be Y/n’s ‘juicy steak’?”

a little while later..

“Hey, Y/n!” Mohji said, leaning against the door, “I managed to snag Buggy’s hat! And one of his old bath towels, ya want em?”

Y/n opened the door slightly, peeking through the crack to glare at Mohji, looking at the what he was holding, she then gasped, “Oh wow! You actually did get them!!” She beamed, stepping out.

Buggy and Cabaji were hiding directly behind Mohji as he tried distracted her, although upon seeing Y/n wearing nothing but that tight bikini, both of their faces began to blush a bright shade of red and it seemed as if all thoughts had suddenly been erased from their brains. Buggy nearly had a heart attack and jumped out, covering Y/n up with what little body parts he had, “DON’T JUST STEP OUT LIKE THAT!!!” He shouted at Y/n, then growled at his subordinates, “STOP STARING AT MY GIRL!!!”

Y/n squealed when Buggy jumped on her so suddenly, then gasped when she saw his torso beginning to fly back over to him, more than likely to reattach to his body, “NO!!” She shouted, pushing herself out of Buggy’s grasp to lunge at his flying chest, tackling it to the ground, “Nice try, Buggy!! But I’m not giving it back!” She wrapped both of her legs around his waist, her arms around his back in a way that made Mohji and Cabaji fluster even more.

“STOP OGLING HER!!” Buggy screamed. “S-SORRY CAPTAIN!” Both of them men said in unison.

Buggy’s arms zoomed towards Y/n, grabbing both sides of his torso and beginning to pull against her grasp, “LET GO!!”

“NO! YOU LET GO!!” Y/n shouted.

“YOU LET GO!! ITS MY BODY!!” Buggy spat back at her, one of his hands pushing over her face to try and push her away from his torso, “DAMMIT!! Why do you have to be so DIFFICULT!!” Buggy growled, then successfully pushed Y/n back, finally reattaching his torso to his body, “AHA!!!”

Y/n fell back onto the ground, rubbing her face for a moment before looking up at Buggy as he now towered over her. She couldn’t help but feel both intimidated and aroused.. the way he was standing over her with an amused, yet pissed off look on his face, his body casted a shadow over her. “Yknow what, Y/n? I’ve been kind of slack with you stealing all of my stuff.” He reached his foot out and pressed it between her legs, the heel of his boot pressing against Y/n’s clothed pussy and making her whimper, “I think it’s time to show you who’s really in charge here.. I think it’s time to show you your place.”

Buggy had dragged Y/n out onto the main deck by her arm, still wearing her skimpy little bikini, she was now bent over his knee as Buggy’s entire crew watched her from below. “It seems like this little girl thinks she can just steal things from me! Taking advantage of an old man’s feelings for her.” He wiped away a fake tear, then gave Y/n’s ass a firm, but not as rough slap; it was hard enough to make her yelp, “But I have my limits!! What do you say, I teach her a lesson?!” He yelled out to his crew, to which they all responded with a loud, cheering roar.

There was no way Buggy’s crew hadn’t fantasized about Y/n before. And now, seeing their captain’s girlfriend being bent over like that, wearing almost nothing at all.. this was just a dream come true.

Y/n’s eyes widened at how loudly they were cheering.. for this. “I’m sorry Buggy! I won’t do it again I swear!!” She pleaded as she felt him pull her bikini bottoms down below her ass. “Quiet!” Buggy growled with authority, bringing his hand up, only to bring it down harshly on Y/n’s bare ass, making her jolt and yelp out, her legs already trembling. Buggy’s crew gave another cheer at that spank.

Y/n whimpered and put her hands on Buggy’s thigh, wiggling her hips to try and get out of this— but Buggy was keeping her pinned down bent over his knee with his forearm. Buggy lifted his hand and spanked her ass again, making a louder noise this time, and earning a louder squeal from Y/n, “Look at that jiggle! That’s a nice ass right there! I really am a lucky bastard!” Buggy laughed, rubbing his chin before spanking her roughly again.

His crew was hooting and hollering, Buggy began to spank her harder, and harder, until her butt was burning and sore. Y/n was whimpering, and trembling— the way he was bending her over made it to where whenever he spanked her, he was also slapping her pussy. With each strike she was feeling both burning pain and agonizing jolts of arousal. “Buggyyyy!!” Y/n whined out, before screaming as he spanked her again, hard on her little pussy.

“This tight little hole.. all mine.” Buggy chuckled darkly. He took two gloved fingers and rubbed them up and down Y/n’s folds, spreading them, showing off the cunt that he fucked so many times before, “Y/n thinks she can just— take any part of my body whenever she wants!” Buggy announced to his crew, “She thinks she can use my body however she wants..” Buggy grinned, spreading Y/n’s legs forcefully as he kept her bent over his knee, her ass and pussy fully exposed to his crew of horny men, “But she knows that’s not true.. she knows it’s the exact opposite actually!” Buggy laughed and gave one of Y/n’s sore ass cheeks a firm pat to punctuate his sentence, “What better way to show Y/n her place.. show her that she’s my girl for me to use..!” Buggy’s grin grew wider as he undid his belt with one hand, “Let’s see how she handles pillaging with my cock shoved full into her!” Buggy laughed as his dick flew off, making his crew “ooo” and “ahhh”. Buggy took a firm hold of Y/n’s ass and spread her wide. His cock drew back a couple of feet before it zoomed right into Y/n’s hole.

Y/n screamed out, her eyes rolling back into her head, drool slipping from her lips, “GHHUUHH~!” She moaned upon impact with her cervix; her cunt was completely full and filled with Buggy’s girthy cock.

He quickly pulled her bikini bottoms back up, sealing his cock within her canal, leaving her full with a sore ass and shaky legs.

Buggy’s crew was cheering, wolf-whistling and hollering loudly. Buggy stood there, Y/n panting and whimpering, bent over his knee still being displayed as he laughed with his hands on his hips, “That’s my girl!!” He slapped her ass again, then grabbed a handful of a cheek, jiggling it around for his crew as she moaned and whined out.

Upon making it to their destination, Buggy made Y/n fight and raid while having his cock fully inside of her. He stood behind her after she finished with a pesky bystander who wanted to be a hero. Buggy but his hands on her hips and rubbed the bulge his cock made in her belly, “Look at that! A fuck doll and a killing machine!” He laughed, “The best of both worlds for a man like me!” He cackled while Y/n was panting and trembling, her knees buckling together as she was covered with sweat.

After a long day of raiding with a thick cock in her pussy, Y/n flopped onto the bed once she trembled her way back to Buggy’s quarters, laying on the bed with her ass(which was still sore) in the air. Her pussy was soaked, the crotch of the bikini bottoms were drenched with her own juices. Buggy stood at the edge of the bed, arms crossed as he took in the sight before him, “That taught you, didn’t it eh? All a girl needs is a little discipline once in a while!” Buggy grinned, his jaw clenching as he slowly peeled off her bikini bottoms.

Y/n moaned, her pussy pushed Buggy’s cock out with a wet squirt, it flopped onto the bed, throbbing and covered with her cum and juice. Buggy sucked in through his teeth as he admired the gape in her cunt, “Nice and swollen, what a good pussy should look like.”

He slapped her cunt, making Y/n moaned loudly again into the bedsheets.

The next day

Buggy was grumbling, washing his hair after Y/n nagged him into taking a shower after weeks of putting it off. Once he turned the water off and stepped out into the shower room, he looked around, scratching his head.

He could’ve sworn he had put his personal towel around here somewhere.. but where the hell was it?

Somewhere on the ship, Y/n was giggling, curled up with Buggy’s towel wrapped around her, feeling engulfed with his scent.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!”

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #smut #one piece smut #buggy smut #buggy the genius jester

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babygirlmurdock · 7 months

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Unexpected Connection

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your friend convinces you to go to a singles event only for you to meet Hell’s Kitchen infamous lawyer.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: mild swearing, alcohol

a/n: heyyy lol so this is my First piece of fiction. i’m trying to get better at writing fiction and this actually came to me when something like this was actually brought up to me recently lol so i thought hey why not try to write something about it?

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You’ve been single for quite some time now. Your last breakup was nasty, left your heart shredded; you weren’t too sure when you’d be truly ready to date again. Your friends have been helpful, pushing you to get out there and meet new people. Get your mind off your ex, y’know?

Swipe after swipe. Messages that are painfully one sided. Or men that just want to hook up or want something casual.

“Ooh, I just got this advertised to me on Instagram,” Jill says to you. Jill is a coworker turned friend. You perk up from your desk to see what she was talking about, “a meet and mingle this Saturday at the Refinary rooftop. We should definitely go!”

“Ugh, I just don’t know Jill. All men have done is just disappoint me and nothing has compared to Jam— ”,

“James. I know. But maybe the guy that is way better than James will be there. Your soulmate could be here and you would never know! C’mon it’ll be fun, I think. Plus meeting people in person is way better than on the apps,” she leans up against your desk. You worked as an editor at the New York Bulletin. It was an internship turned full time position after you graduated college. You dreamed of New York one day, and it still feels surreal that this is your reality.

You are sure your friends were tired of you sulking about James. It’s been well over 6 months and he’s probably already moved on while you’re stuck in this trench of dating.

“Okay. Fine. I hope there’s good drinks because Lord knows I’ll need that liquid confidence.” You scrubbed your face.

Jill squeals, “I’m so excited!! It starts at 7.”

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“Matt! It would be so fun, talking to beautiful women all night and who knows, maybe take one home!” Foggy hints to Matt about this meet and mingle.

“I’m really not in the cards to be dating right now, Foggy,” Matt says, shuffling through some papers. The mid-afternoon sun beamed through Matt’s office as Foggy stood in his doorway. Matt was trying to get through the last of this litigation before the end of the week and Foggy was not making this easier.

“This might be the opportunity that you meet someone who is actually normal! Not some psycho chick that almost got your ass expelled back in law school. That’s how long it’s been, Matt! Do you know how long ago law school was?” Matt lets out a small laugh at Foggy.

“Yes, Foggy. I was there, I know how long ago it was.”

He never understood why Foggy was so adamant on him meeting someone. Now that the firm is getting some business and he’s gone out more times than he can count as Daredevil, he just doesn’t have the time to commit.

“I’ll go only for an hour,” Matt sighs and Foggy lets out a cheer.

“You’re not gonna regret this, Murdock!”

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Saturday night rolls around. You and Jill are about to head to the singles event.

“I hope I meet someone rich,” Jill says, applying her lipstick. “I just don’t want to work again, y’know?”

“Tell me about it. I just hope nobody is too much of an asshole. I don’t know if I can take another person mansplaining what investing is and why I should do it,” You shouted from the bathroom, spraying some hairspray in your hair. You came out of the bathroom wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt.

“Whoa girl, what are you wearing? You can’t wear that!” Jill said from your living room.

You eye yourself in the mirror, “what is so wrong with jeans and a t-shirt?”

Jill says your name sternly, “everything? You might meet the love of your life! Show some more!”

“You’re ridiculous. You’re lucky I’m going to this in the first place! Would it make you happier if I changed my top?” You say, taking off your shirt to dig for something she deems more appropriate.

“Atta girl, show the goodies,” Jill says, shimmying her chest. “Uber is downstairs, let’s get going.”

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You arrive at the venue and make your way upstairs to the roof. It was decorated with greenery and twinkle lights. The place was lit just enough to make it romantic but not where you couldn’t see anyone. Not even 15 minutes into the event, you lose Jill in the crowd already talking to people. You make your way to the bar to order yourself a drink.

“Dirty martini, gin, please. Thanks,” you stand at the bar while you wait for your drink and hear a smooth voice next to you.

“Whiskey, neat, please. Thank you,” you peer over and your eyes meet a beautiful man wearing red glasses. You take a moment to read him a little bit. Gorgeous side profile. Your eyes make their way down to his hands, and meet with a cane. Blind?

“Dirty martini & a whiskey neat.”

“Thank you,” you both say in unison. “I suppose we should cheers?” The man says to you.

“Oh, uh sure, cheers,” You clink your glass against his and a smile breaks out on his face as the glass meets his lips. God damn, this guy looks like the next coming of Christ. He was so unreal looking. He had the jaw sculpted by God himself, decorated with just the right amount of stubble, and his lips. They were so pink and full. The thoughts of kissing him already danced in your head. The faint smell of his cologne twirled around in your nostrils.

“So let me guess,” you take a sip from your drink, “your friend basically dragged you here too against your will even though you told them you were over dating?”

“Wow,” his eyebrows perked up as he took another sip, “how did you guess?” he says, sarcastically.

“Well, considering you look like that,” your hand vaguely gestured to his body, “and women aren’t at your beck and call, I had to assume.”

“Look like what? Oh God, did I forget to put on my pants? You’d tell me that I’m pant less right?” He says frantically, trying to hide his laughter.

“Ha ha, very funny. But was I right?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You’re not too far off. It’s hard to do modern dating when everything is on dating apps and eyesight helps that. Phones can only be so accessible. I’m Matt by the way, Matt Murdock.” He sticks his hand out for you to grab. You give him your name as you shake his hand. You notice some bruising on the knuckles and wonder what that could be about.

“Wait like, the lawyer?”

Matt sheepishly nodded in agreement, “that would be me.”

“Where were you when I told a cop to fuck off because I didn’t like how he was speaking to my friend?” You take a big swig of your martini hoping the alcohol would hit you sooner rather than later.

“My law partner must’ve missed the call from the woman brave enough to tell a cop to fuck off,” Matt smirks at you. Butterflies erupt inside you and your heart beat jumps.

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As the night goes on, and after a couple more drinks, conversation between you and Matt flows effortlessly. You two made your way over to a couch to sit and talk. The crowd ebbed and flowed throughout the night. People left, more people showed up, but it never got too crowded. It honestly felt like you and Matt were alone, like the world stood still.

“So you mean to tell me he took your furniture outside?” You laugh at the thought of his college roommate moving all of Matt’s furniture outside.

“Yeah, it was kind of rude of him to do that to a blind guy. He thought it was hilarious though,” Matt smiles at you.

“You guys seemed wild in law school. I bet campus police weren't too thrilled with your shenanigans,” you rest your chin on your hand as you lean a bit closer to Matt.

“Foggy actually got into some trouble with them because he was breaking the school's disability rules. Nothing too major, he just had to volunteer as a part of campus police to pay his dues.”

You laugh at Matt, and briefly look around and notice you and Matt seemed to be two of the other five couples that are still there.

“So, I have a question for you…” you trail off, debating on asking this question.

“No, I haven’t been blind my whole life,” Matt states.

“How did you know I was going to ask that?” your voice has an edge of surprise to it.

“It came in the pamphlet when I lost my vision. Don’t worry about it though, it doesn’t bother me when people ask,” Matt reassures you. “It’s been 20 years at this point.”

“Oh wow, so you had to adapt and relearn the world without your eyes. That’s insane, it must have been tough for you,” you rest your hand on Matt’s bicep. What business does he have to have this much of a defined arm?

“It took some adjusting but my other senses were…” Matt stops mid sentence before realizing what he was about to say.

“What? Like sensitive? I’m sure your other senses had to compensate now that your eyes were out of commission.”

“Yeah, you can say sensitive in a way,” Matt sighs. Silence falls between you both. You fiddle with your glass for a moment until he speaks up, “what do you say we get out of here?”

“Oh, um,” you look around in hopes of finding your friend because you’re still nervous about potentially going home with somebody new. No matter how gorgeous the man is. “I–“ you stammer.

“I don’t want to give the wrong intentions. What I mean is maybe go to another bar. There’s a place two blocks over that we can go to. If you’re up for it,” Matt gave you a small smile of reassurance.

You think for a moment, staring at his face while your heart feels like it’s going to leap out of your body. What the hell, why not? “Sure, I’d like that,” you smile and get up. You let Matt grab onto your forearm for guidance as you walk to the bar to close out. After he graciously also paid for your tab, you walked with him to the elevator.

“What’s this place called? How do I know you’re not going to murder me? You are still a stranger by the way,” you ramble on. Matt laughs at your nervousness.

“It’s called Josie’s. I’ve been going here since I was in law school. And if I were going to murder you, I would have done it already,” Matt leans into you playfully.

“Ah yeah that makes me feel so much better, thank you, Matt,” you joke.

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The walk to Josie’s is mostly silent, but not awkward. You feel at ease around Matt. His energy is soothing, it feels like you’ve known him for ages. He asked about your upbringing, what brought you to New York. Your typical “getting to know someone” questions.

As you approach the bar, your nerves dissipate as you recognize this is a dive bar. “You seem less tense,” Matt said to you, his hand lightly placed on the pulse point of your wrist.

“Yeah, I love a good dive bar. It’s charming in a way,” you breathe out, leading the way into the bar. You find a seat at the bar for you and Matt to sit. You look around the bar, and notice the pool table in the back. There were old beer signs all over the walls. The lighting was dim and moody. Classic rock was playing over the speakers. Matt must’ve waved down a bartender while you were distracted because two beers are placed in front of you as you sat down next to him.

“I love how you assumed I liked beer,” you tease, taking a sip from your bottle.

“I can order something else if you’d like me to,” Matt's voice breaks a bit.

“I like beer, don’t worry,” you reassured him, “so what are the odds a blind man knows how to play pool?”

“I’ve played. I can’t promise I’ll be any good.”

Your drinks start to hit you more as you speak, “Do you want to make a bet?”

“Betting against a blind man? Low blow,” Matt sucks his teeth teasing you a bit. You giggle, “Fair point, Matthew. Fair point. C’mon, do you need guidance to the table?”

“No thank you, I know this place like it’s my own home,” Matt smiled at you as you both made your way over to the pool table.

You rack up the balls and Matt grabs some cues. “Do you want to break the triangle?” Matt asks.

“Sure, why not,” You bend over, lining up the cue ball with the tip of the triangle. Your heartbeat quickens as you feel Matt’s gaze upon you. You know, for someone who is blind, you sure can feel like his eyes were all over your body. The loud crack of the ball break snaps you out of your train of thought. “Do you, um, do you need help lining up the cue?”

“Actually yes, that’d be helpful.”

You make your way to Matt’s side, telling him solids were his and what balls were lined up with which ones. To your shock, he nails two solids into the sink holes. “I’ll be damned. Blind man is good at pool.”

Matt’s voice is low and husky when he says, “there’s a lot of secrets about me,” which gives you full body chills.

“Well, okay then, I—” you stammer trying to collect your tipsy self. You take your shot and, “God damn it, missed. You’re not hustling me, are you? You said you weren’t good!” you protest.

“Ehh, lucky shot, I guess,” Matt laughs, taking a swig of his beer.

The round of pool goes at a good pace, flirty innuendos fly off the walls. At this point, Matt’s jacket is off and the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up showing his forearms. Every passing hour, you feel more and more attracted to him. And you only hope he feels the same.

“Alright, 8 ball is up. Absolutely no fucking way I’m about to lose a game of pool to a guy who can’t see,” you said competitively.

“Well to be fair, you have been helping me line the cues up, you could’ve hustled me and lined up with your balls.” He suggests with a shrug.

“God damn it, you’re so right. Holy shit why didn’t I think of that?!” You line the cue up to the ball and take your shot...and miss. You let out a gasp as you just lost this game of pool.

“That didn’t sound like a good gasp,” Matt teased.

“You’d be correct. Good game, Matt.”

“Good game,” he said your name back to you.

You looked at your watch and realized it was almost midnight. “It’s getting late, I think we should head out. That sound okay to you?” you say, even though you secretly don’t want this night to end.

“Yeah, do you want me to walk you home?” Matt asks you, with a shy smile secretly hoping you’d say yes.

“That’d be really lovely, thank you. I’m just 5 blocks up actually.”

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“Alright, this is me,” you halt in front of your building’s entrance.

“Are you sure it’s not up one more block?” He flashes you a cheeky smile.

“Unfortunately, it is not. I had a really good time tonight, Matt,” you step closer to him, inches away from his body.

“I had a really nice time tonight, too,” Matt’s voice just above a whisper. God, that register in his voice practically made you fall to your knees.

You and Matt are still standing dangerously close to each other as both of your body’s heats mingled together, practically begging for some physical touch. “I should, uh, get upstairs. Goodnight, Matt.” As you are about to turn away, Matt pulls you in closer as your chests nearly touch. Lips hovering over one another as your breath intertwines with his. Your brain is barely forming coherent thoughts, until you whisper, “I think this is the part where you kiss me.”

“I was waiting for the words,” Matt’s hand snakes up to gently rest on your jawbone as he tilts your head up. His lips meet yours with the tenderness and sweetness that you crave so desperately. He pulls away and you both sigh. “That was—”

“Really nice. You’re an excellent kisser by the way,” you let your inside thoughts exist on the outside now. “That was meant to stay inside my brain, oh my god….” You buried your face in your hands as you pulled away from his embrace.

Matt laughs, “I appreciate the compliment, thank you.”

“Let’s do this again, next week? You owe me a rematch in pool.”

“Next week sounds fantastic. If the pool game went anything like it did tonight, it won’t be much of a rematch,” Matt banters with you. You gasp at his remark which makes him laugh. “I’ll call you sometime this week to set something up, okay?”

“Do you mind if I put my number in your phone? I figure that’d be easiest maybe,” You suggest.

“Oh yeah, that’d be great,” Matt said pulling out his phone. You grabbed it and put your name and number in there and handed it back to him.

“Okay,” you smile at him, “I’ll be anticipating your call.”

“Goodnight,” Matt whispers your name, dripping from his lips like honey. You kiss his cheek and head upstairs. As you close the door, you squeal in excitement.

Matt stood outside your building for a moment, listening to it shut to ensure you made it in okay. As he was about to step away, he heard you squeal to yourself in excitement, which made him laugh to himself.

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fic #no use of y/n

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Yuumori Characters as Disney Princesses (cus I’m bored :))

I’m gonna preface this by saying that some of these you’re just gonna have to trust me on cus I chose them just from pure vibes alone and went from there. I also haven’t re-read/watched Yuumori in a while nor have I watched any Disney movies as of late so again, just trust me bro lmao. I came up with most of these at 2am so sorry in advance.

Also, if someone has already done this, I’m sorry and I hope my choices aren’t just the same lmao.

Liam - Aurora/Sleeping Beauty

So this one is mostly just cus they both ended up sleeping for a long ass time lmao. Liam was in a coma after the fall for x months and Aurora was cursed to an eternal sleep unless her true love kissed her awake (we won’t talk about the horrors of the original fairytale, I’ve tried to blank that out of my memory tyvm). They’re also both blondes…uh huh. Aurora doesn’t have much personality that I can remember other than being an animal lover and a good singer so…that’s just all I have lmao. I also just think Liam would make a very cute Sleeping Beauty lmao.

Albert - Jasmine

I did consider giving Albert Rapunzel cus of the whole locked away in a tower thing, but outside of that and having shitty mothers (Mother Gothel wasn’t even Rapunzel’s real mother but still) there isn’t much similarity personality wise? Idk. I picked Jasmine just cus they both come from rich families yet have no patience for other rich people. Jasmine also disguised herself and went into the town/city to pretend she was a normal person and that feels kinda Albert-ish? They’re also both smart and sarcastic so Y’know.

Louis - Cinderella

This one feels kinda obvious lmao. Both were raised by awful rich people who treated them like a servant, both were orphans and both tended to the upkeep of their homes. I do think Louis has more of a backbone than Cinderella, especially towards the end of Part 1 of the manga. Also again: both are blondes lmao.

Moran - Merida

So…this one is mostly vibes but also not. I think Moran has a similar wild streak to Merida and accidentally turning a loved one into a bear because he didn’t watch his wording when asking a witch for a spell sounds like something Moran might do? Bear (hah) in mind I haven’t re-read Yuumori in a while so I may be wrong on that. Also I guess bows and arrows were the guns before guns were invented so…so there’s that lmao.

Bonde - Mulan

Feels like another obvious one? They both disguised their genders to achieve a goal (although I did interpret James to be a trans man whereas Mulan wasn’t rly? Cus she went back to presenting as female after the war so idk). They’re also both pretty outspoken and don’t care for the roles society has put them in as women and actively break that stigma (Mulan by going to war and James by often dressing as men even before he transitioned). Idk I just like this one lmao.

Fred - Snow White

Again, this is mostly vibes. I’m pretty sure Snow White is the youngest of the Disney Princesses at 14 (Don’t quote me on that cus I could be wrong), so I feel like that parallels Fred being the youngest of the Crime Gang. Snow White also has a connection to animals which can also connect to Fred’s love of cats and nature in general as he does most (all?) of the gardening. I think they’re both pretty quiet and shy and that’s all I really have lmao.

Mycroft - Megara

Okay, okay, relax, I know Megara isn’t an official Disney Princess (she SHOULD be, but whatever), but she’s the only one I could really see as being similar to Mycroft? Ya’ll are really just gonna have to trust me on this one lmao. I just think they’re both pretty independent and cynical and sarcastic and just…I really don’t know the vibes just fit, I can’t explain it.

Sherlock - Ariel

OKAY👏HEAR👏ME👏OUT. This is the only one I’m 100% confident on BSJDNKFS. They both have a niche obsession that they collect items from, Ariel with humans and Sherlock with Mysteries/Crime. They both make massive life changes for the man they love (a man which, by the way, they barely knew lmao), Ariel in becoming human and Sherlock by leaving his life, family & friends behind to live with Liam in New York. They also almost died to achieve this, Sherl from leaping off a goddamn bridge to save Liam and Ariel by her deal with Ursula. IT WORKS, I’M TELLING YOU.

That’s all I have, I was gonna do other characters but I just hit a brick wall with it lmao. (I considered John to be either Tiana or Belle, but I’ll leave that up to you 👀)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to my bullshit lmao.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #sebastian moran #james bonde #fred porlock #mycroft holmes #sherliam

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stonemags · 1 year

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.3 Blind optimism

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: The one where you’re forced to socialize, your favourite mug is held hostage, and you just can’t see eye to eye with Darcy.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, aggression, cheating, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass.

Word count: 6174

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to my beloved friend, legend, amazing hair cut girl, bike riding icon, and the best horse trainer in this world. You are the kill leader of my life, and I love you a lot. It's a little early, but happy incredible birthday!

Thanks to @charturnus for editing, helping to write and posting this fic.

Previous chapter

CHAPTER 3

“Can I help you?”

Soft and soothing, that's the way you would describe her voice if anyone would ask, but nobody did, so let's move on. You try to find anything to say that would take you out of this “deer caught in the headlights” moment, not daring to take more time to let the silence linger. You straighten out your posture trying to physically take up more space, trying to show any ounce of confidence in this really not confidence allowing, environment that your day created for you.

“Actually yes. Would you like to talk about our lord and saviour Jesus Christ? The one and only, who can save us from the pits of hell that humanity is running into with this whole LGBT propaganda, women trying to have rights, not being chained to the kitchen madness.” She looks confused which gives you the upper hand, at least that's what you think until she gives you this cocky but proud smile which catches you off guard, and now you are the confused one.

“You must be y/n. It's really nice to meet you. I’ve been looking forward to it.” She takes a step back to let you into your own apartment and sticks her hand out towards you to get an actual greeting. You go in and take off your shoes, only using your heel and toes for it. You don't put the bags down, and you don't engage in the physical contact that the redhead is waiting for. You look up at her, and you appreciate the much better lighting than the one in the café, because right now you can actually see the depth in the colour of her eyes. You’ve never seen eyes like that, and it's deeply interesting. As much as you want to go into this, inside of your head, on an intellectual journey about why people have different eye colours and if their lifestyle can change the outcome of that colour. But it’s not the space or time for that, so you force yourself back into the present, to the woman standing with her hand outstretched.

“Yeah it's me. And all day I was looking forward to getting a shower, so excuse me.” You don't even give her a chance to respond as you move swiftly around her and disappear deeper into the apartment, quickly walking into your room. You feel a little bit awkward and embarrassed, but your priority is your mental state right now, and you need to wash the day off of your body.

After putting everything in place and taking a shower which took you around 30 minutes, because you are not trying to get Darcy mad, she is terrifying when she is mad, you pull some outfit together and go to the living room where you hear everybody chatting. Classic loose mom jeans and a sentimental flannel fit you nicely, not showing too much of your skin, but still not making you a nun.

As you walk in, you throw a loud “hi guys,” in the direction of the sitting area, and go straight to the kitchen which is connected to the living room by the island. Maria immediately stands up to hug you, and she’s never too shy to show care through physical touch. It makes a lot of sense since it's her love language.

You hug her back with just as much force as she does, and as she is going back to where she was sitting, you take a non-alcoholic cold beer out of the fridge.

“We have wine if you are interested.” This voice is also new to you, but this one is a little bit deeper. It's flowing through the room and if you wouldn't have any control over yourself, like your flatmates, you would probably have goosebumps all over your body.

“She doesn't drink, this bitch is in the sober club.” Darcy answers for you, clearly a little bit pissed that you didn't say hi before the shower, but you hear the little hint of teasing in her voice.

“That's interesting. Why?” Another new voice makes you turn around and lean on the kitchen island. Just then, you take in the whole picture in front of you. The biggest couch is occupied by Carol and Darcy sitting between her legs. Carol's hand is intertwined with your friend's and as much as you will never admit it, the lovesick look on your friend's face is making you really happy and glad that she found someone like Carol. In the big chair on your right there is a new figure, a really elegant woman you have never met before, but in some way her face is familiar. Her strawberry blonde hair is put into a tight ponytail, and it makes her features look really sharp. Her business outfit brings out the seriousness in her, but a fancy, colourful drink with a big piece of grapefruit levels it out to a neutral position. She has a hard demeanour with a really warm, friendly smile. You are aware that on the left side of the room, on a smaller couch, sits Maria with the two women you recognize from the café. Without making direct eye contact with them, in the corner of your eye you can say that your flatmate is throwing herself at them, which they don't seem to mind. The woman that greeted you at the door is on her left with her hand in Maria's hair, the woman on her right is less shy, freely grabbing her exposed thigh. You are pretty sure that they both are looking straight at you, but you are putting your attention to answer the question. You hop smoothly onto the kitchen counter and lean back for the beer glass. Taking a long sip, you think of an answer while looking at the woman in the chair.

“What’s interesting is the fact that people always ask why I don’t drink. I mean, if I were to tell you that I don't eat carrots nobody would question it, but as soon as it's about the alcohol people ask why. Social constructs, I guess. But about why, I was diagnosed with ADHD at the beginning of the year.” You casually explain.

“And you can’t drink while you take your medication?” The same deep voice turns your attention to the left. They seem to be really interested in what you're saying. Their focus on you is razor sharp.

“I can and I did. I mean, you probably shouldn’t and my psychiatrist doesn't recommend it, even if I didn't have any bad reactions to drinking. It was a good enough excuse for me to stop. I don't enjoy getting drunk either way, and since I'm always sober, I can at least be the DD.” She seems confused, but Carol makes sure to fill her in as soon as you are done talking.

“Designated driver. One person always agrees to not drink, so everybody can get home safely.” Redhead nods in acknowledgement, and Carol lets go of Darcy to allow her to stand up to refill their drinks.

“Did you bring the whisky?” It's Darcy's favourite kind and the only thing she orders while visiting you at work. You have to admit that it's a really nice 12-year-old blended, scotch whisky, and the only thing you miss since you stopped drinking. Without answering her, you jump off the counter and leave the living room to grab two bottles from your room. As you bring them back, she already prepared glasses for everybody to try. While she fills them up, she starts speaking.

“Y/n this is Pepper, Pepper Stark. She is the CEO of Stark tech company. She is also in the middle of writing an incredible book.” She introduces you as she hands the drink to the woman on the chair. Her name gives you an idea of why she seems familiar. Tony Stark teaches at your ex's university. You heard so much about him that you feel like you were attending his course yourself. Cold but creative, a leader but a dickhead, the list goes on and on. Adding up all you know from Shuri and other students, you can assume why she divorced this talented bastard. The news made it out to be a massive deal when she overtook his company. But Stark tech has never been better than under her leadership.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Likewise.” You nod at her from a distance. You have a lot of respect for powerful, successful women.

“This is Natasha and this is Wanda.” They don't bother standing up, so you don't move from your position waiting for Darcy to give you more information.

“They are the co-owners of a law company. Wanda is an amazing lawyer with a Smith Award and Natasha is a CFP designated financial adviser.” You nod at them, completely unamused.

“That's impressive.” It’s not. “ Nice to meet you both, I’m y/n.”

“I think we already know each other, sugar.” Natasha says, and you can't help but be curious about where she finds the audacity. Her eyes are fixated on you while her hand stays on Maria’s thigh, but travels a little bit higher. You can't help but watch and think to yourself…. What the fuck. This whole situation is rather weird, but your roommate definitely enjoys the attention. You on the other hand feel like they both are trying to dominate you, and you are about to put it to stop, but before you can say anything, Wanda is already speaking.

“We hope you enjoyed your cold brew. I bet it felt nice to not have to pay for your own coffee for once.” You don't even need a second to think. You grab your wallet from your back pocket, take out a 20 dollar bill and put it on the coffee table in front of Wanda, all without taking your eyes off of her.

''You can keep the change.” This definitely pulls a reaction out of your friends. They know how much you work and how much you are struggling with finances. Trying to earn money to publish your poetry and to stop worrying about staying afloat every single month. You return to your place next to the kitchen island, not paying attention to Wanda’s or Natasha’s reaction.

''y/n that’s not what she-'' Darcy starts speaking but is soon cut off by Wanda defending her motive.

''That's not what I meant, baby.” Honestly, what is it with strangers and pet names? They see you for the first time and definitely feel too comfortable with their approach.

“With all due respect, I went there just to support my friend, to watch over her in case it turns out that both of you are some creepy, thirsty, questionable individuals. I didn’t ask you to pay for it.''

“They were trying to be nice, y/n. That's it. Calm down.” Maria tries to settle you down, feeling uneasy in this situation.

“Well in that case I really appreciate it. Please don’t do it ever again, thank you.” This situation is straight out of some Bruce Wayne shit.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” The room went weirdly silent. Yes, you got a little bit heated, but you weren't even yelling or arguing.

“Yeah. Why?” Darcy is on her feet immediately, same as Wanda. That confuses you even more.

“You’re bleeding.” The redhead stands right in front of you with those green big eyes and all you think about is getting out of her reach. Just then, you look down, and your beer is stained red. Your hand travels immediately to your nose, finding out that you have a full on nose bleed.

“Shit. Yeah, I'm okay just, shit… just give me a second.” You say quickly and if the whole attention wasn’t on you, people would’ve miss what you said. Someone goes after you, you can feel the presence behind you.

“Fuck.” Just as you see yourself in the mirror, you get an idea of why their reaction was as big. Blood is literally dripping from your nose, it's not a light one either. As you lean above the sink trying to use cold water to minimize the damage, you hear the voice behind you.

“Let me help. You have to-”

“No, thanks, I got this.” Wanda won't let go that easily.

“Baby, I'm just trying-”

“Do you use nicknames on all strangers you meet?” You can't help but bite back, it makes you feel uncomfortable. She ignores your question and tries to move your flannel out of the back of your neck. You jump at her touch, not in a good way. Her hand is cold from the drink she was holding, and she is too close to you.

“I don’t need your help.” Your hand is red, half of the sink stained, and the blood doesn't seem to stop coming any time soon. Before she can try to make a move one more time, the bathroom door opens with force.

“Sit your ass down, and pinch your nose right above your nostrils.” Darcy is stern in her voice and right when you think about telling her off she continues.

“I'm not going to tell you twice. Sit your ass down, or I'm going to yell for Carol, and she is going to make you.” You look at her in the mirror in front of you. She stands tall, arms crossed at her chest, while she is holding something green in one hand. Wanda is still in the bathroom with both of you, she looks surprisingly concerned about this whole situation. Darcy is not backing down and for your own sake you are sitting down on the toilet cover.

“Always so fucking stubborn. Hold this.” A bag of frozen peas lands on the back of your neck, almost making you jump.

“I got this.” Wanda chimes in and as you are about to argue, Darcy's look makes you stop. Coldness travels down your spine and your head feels light because of the blood loss. It happens often, but not as bad as this one. Your friend leaves, and as you are left with Wanda, all you want is to avoid unnecessary conversations.

“Does it happen often?” Seems like you can't avoid it.

“No.”

“Darcy says it does.”

“Then why do you ask?” For just a second she looks sad, and you realize that you act a little bitchy.

“Sorry, it's just annoying.”

“It's okay, thank you for apologizing. Your friends say that you overwork yourself a lot. Is that the reason it's happening?”

“No. No, it's not.”

“Then what is it? Her concern seems fake, or needed as a social expectation of the situation. You don't know why, but it makes you feel sick, or maybe it's the headache that's coming.

“Cocaine.” By her expression you can see that she is shocked but tries to be as casual about it as she can.

“She’s kidding.” Darcy is no fun. She returns to your side and kneels in front of you, taking your head into her hands. As she makes sure you are okay, she tells Wanda to take off the bag, and you are surprised when you feel her drying your skin with a towel, after the ice melted.

“Go lie down. And no working y/n. No essays, no school, no working. I mean it.” You laugh at her and thank both of them for help. After cleaning yourself up, you don't bother going to the living room anymore, and you disappear in your sheets.

You wake up some time later with a full on headache. Naps are the worst thing that can happen. You never felt good after taking one. You put on a jumper and take a look at the time. It's dark outside and the clock shows 1am. You couldn't be more grateful for that. If that was 4am, you probably wouldn't go to sleep anymore. Since it's relatively early, you can still catch a couple of hours of sleep. Priority now is taking care of your headache.

The apartment is really quiet. As you move smoothly through the hall, you pay attention to the shoes mess at the entrance. Pepper is not here, but it seems as though Carol and two redheads are still in your apartment. Also, Kate still isn't back. Her room is open and as much as you would love to spare her the pain of the conversation that awaits, it's killing you that she still isn't aware of what happened. Even the worst of the truths is better than lying.

It’s dark, soft light comes from your bedroom behind you and the living room in front of you. Darcy's doors are closed, which means that Carol is probably staying the night, it's not unusual. You just don't understand why they would stay here when they have like five other houses to choose from. You are surprised to see the living room occupied. On one of the stools, you can see Wanda finishing up a glass of red wine. Her lips are a little bit stained because of it, and the soft light coming from the candle brightens up her face, bringing out all the features. Her jaw looks really sharp, and you can't help but think that rich people definitely put too much money into fixing up unimportant things about them. It would be amazing if that kind of operation would work on personalities too. As soon as she sees you, she puts down her glass and straightens her posture, probably trying to dominate you. It's too late for that, and you are too tired to play her game, so you don't acknowledge her presence.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” She asks as you enter the kitchen to fish inside the cabinet for your favourite tea and your mug. You stay silent, trying to pretend that you didn't hear her worried voice, flowing through the empty kitchen.

“Y/n?” She tries again, her voice is softer now as you are about to run away. She thinks you are weak. At least that's what you are telling yourself.

“I feel thirsty.” You search the inside of the cabinet trying to navigate through a million types of cups, mugs and glasses, thinking why do you need so many. You hear her subtle laughter, and god nobody made you that confused with their reactions, confused and annoyed. You swear under your breath, not finding your favourite green mug in the place it should be. The dishwasher is open and empty, and all you can think of is searching the house to find your comfort object. It's a gift from your brother, and everybody knows not to touch it, so who in the hell would- it's like a lightbulb being turned on above your head. You turn around with so much power, scanning the surroundings in front of you. You spot your mug standing next to Wanda, and she catches that.

“Oh, that's what you’re looking for?” She makes it sounds like a question, but her smirk is nothing else but an invitation to her game, in which you are not planning to participate. As you let out a loud sigh, you go around the kitchen island to grab it. At the same time she turns around on the chair following your movement. You are not going to ask for it back, just as she didn't ask if she can use it. Is it normal for people like them to just take what they want?

“Oh, you want it?” Honestly, you can help but think, “is she dumb?”.

“No, actually I came over to leave it where it is, I just wanted to see it up close.” Sarcasm is dripping from every word you say. Your sentence is coated in it hoping that she will get the message.

“It or me?”

“Oh get over yourself” You reach to her left, the mug is almost in your hand, but she is faster. She snatches it into her hand, drinks the rest of the water she had in it, and lifts it up to have it out of your reach.

“Why would I? I enjoy it too much.” Your eyes are fixated on hers, the green colour sparkles with golden flakes in dimmed light. Her left hand keeps her stable by holding the counter. Your eyes are going lower, following the movement of her body. Her jacket falls lightly to the sides as she opens her legs in front of you. She wants you to reach for it. It feels like you have to work for your own property.

“Of course you do. Does the lack of manners come in a rich, self-indulgent package?” It seems like she is too mighty to have people talking to her that way. As much as you adore Carol, her friends are not your favourite kind of people. While she takes a second to react to the boldness of your statement, you use this moment to your advantage. You grab her free wrist and pull it into your direction, causing her to lose balance and fall forward. To avoid an actual fall, she grabs anything to regain control, and the closest thing to her is you. Her hand falls right onto your waist. As being just in your pyjamas, a basic t-shirt is not helpful when her cold palm digs into your side. The whole situation takes like 5 seconds, and you can't react fast enough to get out of her grip. You find yourself in an awkward position. Her face is too close to yours, as she gasps you can feel her breath on your skin. It's also cold, you assume it's because of the wine she was just drinking. It has to be an expensive kind, too, because you can't smell sulphur in her breath. Instead of actually letting you go, she seems to fight herself not to bring you closer. You can't figure out what kind of game she is playing, but you refuse to give her the upper hand in whatever this is. You get closer to her, your lips barely inches apart, her breath hitches, and before she can make any move she hears you whisper.

“Let me go.” The realization of what she is doing comes on her really fast, and she looks almost scared. The proximity of your bodies allows you to grab the mug at the last second and as she lets you go, you return to the kettle. You notice that the air in the room feels thick, so you make a mental note of opening a window before returning to your room. Trying to salvage your grip on the situation, you decide to change the topic, not mentioning that you are already convincing yourself that nothing happened.

“So!” That brings her attention towards you. The steaming green mug in your hand feels like a trophy.

“Where's your wife?” You take a sip, trying to sound natural and casual. It's after 1am, and you are in the kitchen, with a stranger, wearing a t- shirt and underwear as your pyjamas, after the two of you were in a really uncomfortable position. Bringing her wife up right this moment feels like an excellent idea.

“How do you know she's my wife? Maybe we are just partners.” The glass of wine returns to her hand, and you have to admit that it suits her.

“Your ring. Both of you have matching ones, yours was corrected into a smaller size, family heirloom I assume.” Wanda looks like she waits for you to continue, so you do.

“It's 2 different kinds of gold. The original one is warmer, more coppery and less yellow in tone, it's called Hamilton Gold. When you had it resized, they used a different kind of gold for soldering.” For a second, she looks down at her own hand, and she doesn't look back up at you before taking another sip of her wine. When her eyes meet yours, the only thing you can read in them is amazement.

“Oh, don't look at me like that. I have hobbies.”

“It's surprising that you have time for hobbies. You know, with your schedule.”

“Careful, you’re making it sound like you think you actually know me.” It seems like on every corner of the conversations you have something new for her. You are brutally honest, sarcastic, even rude sometimes and too stubborn for her liking.

“You don't like me, do you?” Before you have a chance to even think about an answer, your conversation is interrupted by the other redhead.

“Hi rodnaya. Sorry it took so long. I just need a glass of water, and then we can go.” Natasha comes up to her wife and kisses her on the cheek. Wanda smiles at that immediately, and you are trying to read them. They seem happy, what would they even look for anything else, are they playing a part in front of you? Or maybe they are just bored in life? You take in the view in front of you. Wanda's lips are even more stained than before, and it seems like Natasha got an imprint of that from her kiss. Just a second ago, you were just as close with her wife, it doesn't feel right. A shiver goes down your spine, but you decide to have this mental fight later. Natasha is a little bit taller than Wanda. Their eyes are similar in colour but have completely different natures. It reminds you of a lake and the ocean, both blue but at the same time totally different. Their hair colour is also different, and Nat’s hair is shorter than her wife’s. As you take your eyes off of their faces, you realize that her outfit that was so well put together before, is absolutely ruined. Her shirt is wrinkled, you are pretty sure that her fly is open, and her pants seem to have been put on in a hurry. You thought about possible reasons for it and, God, you wish you didn't. Maria likes to have fun, and she for sure wouldn't pass on this kind of opportunity. Before creating unwanted images in your head, Wanda’s voice takes you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, don't worry, I had a glass of wine and amazing company.” By the last bit, they are both looking at you. It's two versus one, and you don't like those odds.

“Well, I'm glad you did. Thank you, y/n, for taking care of my girl.”

“No worries, there are just a hundred other things I would rather be doing.” It's late, you are tired, and low on blood. These are perfect conditions for bitchiness. Luckily, they are not asking more and not picking up the topic. As Wanda finishes her wine and sends a fast text on her phone, you are getting ready to go back to bed. You are stopped in your tracks by a hand reaching into your direction.

“Here. If you ever have more gold fun facts or feel the need to talk about our lord and saviour, call us.” A nicely printed business card contains Wanda’s and Natasha’s names, followed by two phone numbers. You look at her with a fake, softish smile.

“I’ll call you, if I ever need a lawyer. Thank you.” You nod at her and Natasha and while feeling their eyes on you, you throw the card into the bin. Your methods might be a little brutal, but they never fail when it comes to people leaving you alone. You expect them to look disappointed, maybe even mad. Some little comment about how disrespectful you are, a much too loud scoff, precisely loud for you to hear. You can't read them, and it's infuriating, you don't feel safe. Wanda smiles at you, showing a little dimple on her left side. She hands something to her wife and as Natasha takes it from her hand she sends you a smirk and puts another business card down on the counter. The sound of closing doors makes all of you turn into the direction of Darcy's room. Carol looks like she was almost asleep, being woken up at an ungodly hour.

“I got your text, are you guys ready?” The question is thrown in the general direction of the living room. The two redheads are on their feet immediately collecting their belongings. Carol looks at you and sends you a warm smile.

“You look better y/n. Keep your nose bleeds in check, Darcy is really worried about you.”

“Aye, aye captain.” Since your best friend told you about her partner's favourite title, you have been smoothly using it to throw Carol off. It seems to work, as she always puts her hands into fists, taking a couple of deep breaths.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n.” Wanda is sweet in her voice, still having this curious look while studying your face.

“It really was. See you around, sugar.” Natasha is more cocky, and it doesn't look as good on her as she thinks.

As the apartment loosen up and gets more quiet, you want to take a couple extra minutes to unwind after everything, just sitting on the couch and taking in the view from the big windows.

“You’re still awake.” Darcy is up, and she is the only person whose presence you don't mind right now, or ever.

“Yeah, you know how naps work on me. I thought you were asleep.” She sits next to you and steals your mug. Taking a long sip of lightly warm tea, she puts her head on your rough shoulder. You adjust your body to make it more comfortable for the both of you.

“I almost was, but Carol has some meetings in the morning, and she had to go.” You only nod in understanding, and the room is filled by comfortable silence. This is something that you were only able to build up with Darcy. Complete trust towards each other and the whole truth between the two of you, without actually having to say a word. It takes time, and effort, but you are always willing to put in more, but it doesn't mean that you don't fight.

''What do you think about what happened?'' Her question takes you by surprise and only after giving it a couple of seconds thought, do you get what she is asking about.

“You didn't tell me that the date was with two women.”

“Does it matter?”

“It would if I had to take them out. You know, they could always turn out as some creeps.”

“They aren’t.” Darcy sounds serious, and it throws you off a little bit. These kinds of topics work as a dynamite on both of you. Just a little spark to set off an explosion. You don't agree with each other on a lot of levels, but usually you can find a middle ground. You are not so sure if that's the case right now.

“Why would Maria take money from strangers, though. At some point they will either want to take it back and will try to make her do something for it. Nobody gives this amount without asking for anything back.” It's shady, they are, and you don't like it. You would do everything to protect your friends, they are your family. Knowing that someone has so much power over one of your friends doesn't sit right with you.

''Maybe they just wanted to be nice.'' You roll your eyes. You said what you said, and Darcy can't make you change your mind. It's surprising she is even trying,

“I don’t know… all of it seems a little extreme.” You are confused, for sure, but you also feel some kind of disgust. Letting someone pay just because, it’s …. It's wrong. And then just going to bed with a complete stranger while her wife is in the next room.

“It’s not that extreme.” Darcy tries to reason with you, educate you on unknown topics. You were trying to see things from her side, but it's like talking in different languages.

“Darcy, you are literally wearing a dog collar.” You say while hooking your finger in the metal hoop, tugging at it very lightly. She slaps your hand away and looks offended.

“It's not a dog collar. God y/n. You know it's not about humiliating or degrading someone. It's a matter of ownership, Carol engraved her name on it, and it makes me feel loved beyond reason. She chose me, and she chooses me every single day. My collar shows how much she cares about me, and how proud she is of me. Carol is so happy to have me that she wants to show the rest of the world that I’m all hers, that they can only look but never touch. Tell me how that is degrading.

“This seems like a control freak thing.” You are getting really close to the boundaries right now, you can feel it. She is getting fed up, her head long gone from the space on your shoulder. Her face is shocked by the things you say. It's not going too well.

“Talking about it is one thing, but talking shit about my girlfriend is not acceptable. You've known Carol all this time… Did she ever come across as a control freak? Also, have you ever noticed her ring?” You think for a second, trying to recall the image of it in your head.

“The silver one she never takes off? I swear to god she showers, sleeps, and works with this thing on.”

“It has an engraving on the inside of it. A sign that she belongs to me just as much as I belong to her. Don’t speak up about things you know shit about.” At this point, she is standing up in front of you, and you feel trapped. Abandoning the conversation seems like the best decision at this moment, you are just too deep into it, and you don't know how to save yourself. You never meant to insult your friends.

“Okay, let's leave you and Carol for a second. What about Maria, God I would die for her, but she wants to be under somebody so much. Provide for her, tell her what to do, what to say, what to wear, who to be. This is not normal.” You really do love her, but you simply don't understand. If that were you, you would do everything to make it stop.

“Let’s not leave Carol and me. I want the same things from Carol, I'm getting the same things from Carol. Am I not normal?” You can see tears forming in her eyes. It's rare for you two to make each other cry, but every time you do, it's like hell visiting earth. You stand up to be with her on the same level, and as you do, you realise it's a mistake. Your mouth seems to work faster than your brain, and you wish you never said out loud the things you are about to say.

“Fuck sorry Darcy but it's sick. Making yourself barely exist for someone's pleasure. If you are too scared to live your life, just say so. I love you, but the fact that you chose the easy way doesn't mean I need to approve of it. I love you Darcy, so much, the last thing I want and have time for is arguing with you right now. I don't think we are going to find middle ground here”. If the looks could kill, you would be dead right there and then. She balls her hand into a fist, but you stand your ground. She moves towards you, you feel her hot breath on your face, nostril flare up, and her eyes filled to the brim with sadness, threatening to spill.

She puts a finger on your chest with surprising force, but you still didn't move. You feel smaller under her gaze, not really sure why. Her next words proved what kind of power she has in your life.

“Sick? There is no middle ground in this. You are just wrong, so, so wrong about all of this. God, how can you be so fucking blind? You are not better than any of us, just because you decide to be lonely with your struggles. Grow up, because I want my fucking friend back, and until you do, don't talk to me.”

That's it. She just stormed off to her room, leaving you in heavy silence. You’ve had arguments before, but you never said out loud what you actually think about the style of relationships your friends are living or want to live in. You should have kept your mouth shut. Mentally scolding yourself, you finish your tea and decide to try to fall asleep. Today was too long, and you wish none of it ever happened at all.

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Fuck It I’m Not Done

Biker headcanons for the AC Women that torment my brain

@kassandras-one-braincell you’ve broken me with this tbh I'm in shambles (affectionate) OG post here also NSFW warning this is a no minors post (or at the very least stop at the warning gdi)

Soma is sophisticated and expensive. Not gonna say too much here since I went into more detail previously but~ Imagine vintage restored bikes that are shiny and perfect all lined up in a pristine garage space with polished tool boxes that are filled with all her necessities to work on them and keep them gleaming. Professionally photographed, framed posters of you posed with her bikes adorn the walls of the space. She even picked lingerie to match each bike!

She only really rides one or two of her collection regularly, the majority are mostly for show. I imagine she’d have a cruiser with a good passenger seat on the back so she can take you on long scenic rides to beautiful locations, and you can bet your ass she’d have it shipped overseas on your vacations so she can take you all over the world on it. Soma is all class and polish, so her riding gear would definitely reflect that. High quality leather and helmets with coms will keep the two of you safe, comfortable and connected on your rides. She would probably have matching riding suits custom made for the two of you. I could just see her doing that.

Kassandra as the cocky performance rider. She’d have pick up lines for days, all the innuendo about taking you for a ride and how she knows how to handle curves. She’d chat you up good, and land a date for that same weekend.

She’d show up with an extra helmet and jacket for you, and she’d make sure it was all properly adjusted. In the og post about this concept, it says that you kiss her right when the helmets come off. I agree, and I’d say that you want to kiss her the moment she slides the helmet onto you and starts doing up the chin straps. For anyone who’s never worn a motorcycle helmet, they don’t have a clip like one for a bicycle would, it’s a strap that gets looped through two d-rings, and it’s kinda tricky at first. So, imagine: gazing up at her while she’s looking all intently at you with those gorgeous dark eyes, her fingertips working the thin strap quickly and efficiently on muscle memory. When she’s done she puts her hands on either side of it to check that it’s snug on your head and looks into your eyes for a moment longer than necessary. It’s electric.

When you arrive and she takes hers off, you’re still kind of fumbling with the unfamiliar clasp. She notices and hooks a finger through the loop, giving it a quick tug to undo it and free you of the helmet, whole time she's got that sexy little smile on her face. She takes it off of you and sets it on the seat behind you, arms reaching around your body to do so. At that moment you’re looking up at her and she’s so close. You can’t stop yourself from leaning in and up on your toes to steal a kiss. She’s a little surprised but doesn’t falter about kissing you back. Her hands rest so naturally on your waist. It’s short and sweet and leaves you both giddy with butterflies.

Your first date with her would be something sweet and romantic like taking you to a fancy park or perhaps a botanical garden. You’d walk around holding hands for hours and she’d be all chuffed that you gave her a kiss upon arrival to the date location. It would make her feel so confident and bold, wrapping her arms around you and allowing the affection to flow naturally. I think she would feel nervous about it being too much too soon but you just lean into it and look at her with stars in your eyes and it shuts that doubt right up. Very much a uhaul lesbian relationship in this case you would just fall so completely for each other and be comfortable together immediately. First date lasting three days kind of love story.

Eivor does motocross competitively and is a big name in the game. She also does trail riding but it’s more for fun so not her focus. She’s definitely the most reckless rider of the bunch but takes protective precautions seriously, bc she knows that she loves to go fast, push limits and pull stunts. However, if anyone else is on the bike with her she’s much more cautious and safe with her driving. She'd def pop some wheelies with you on the back if you were ok with it.

In this au I think she’d have a modest but comfortable house pretty far out of town on a decent chunk of land. She’d have a practice track built in her backyard with a trail looping around the edge and through the woods of her property. She’d do laps every day to stay at the top of her game, and just to enjoy the ride.

Her garage would be well organized but not shiny and fancy like Soma’s. Hers is functional and well used, in a separate building from the main house. Very Dad's Garage vibes in there I think. She’d love working on her own bikes, but I think she’d leave her competition bike’s maintenance to her trusted pro mechanic Gunnar.

Now I mentioned in my last reblog how I imagine they’d all have pics of you on their motorcycles, and that they’d have very different vibes.

Soma and Kassandra would display them like a trophy. Not publicly, but up on the walls of their own spaces. Eivor? She’s possessive. She wouldn’t want to have a photographer ruining the intimacy of your photos no matter who it was.

(here's where it gets nsfw)

Eivor would ride the two of you out to a nice secluded part of her property. A wooded area where she has a picnic table set up. You’d be all wrapped up in her riding jacket and pants, underneath them would be a pretty little number she picked for you, something simple and sexy like a matching bra and panty set with some lace. (I think Eivor is a bit too simple minded to prefer elaborate lingerie. Just show her something hot that she knows how to remove without finding a thousand clasps please and thank you)

She’d prop the bike up on its stand and use a Polaroid camera to take the pictures. The first ones you’re in the matching set with her jacket and your boots still on, straddling the bike with your hands on the bars as if you’re driving. She gets multiple angles, from the side so she can appreciate your legs, from the front so she can admire your breasts peeking out from the opening of her jacket.

The whole time she’d praise you saying “that’s a good girl, posing so pretty for me, now lean back let me see you- ah just like that, gods you’re perfect” she’s such a sexy photographer. By the time she’s done you’re about ready to hump the seat til you cum and she’s so horny she’s breathing manually. She knew that would happen, of course, and wore a strap under her jeans for the occasion.

After your photo shoot, she takes the dildo out of her harness and slides it back inside you, then helps you put her clothes back on over your underwear. She has you ride back with her to the house while you’re stuffed full like that. Every bump and jolt makes you whimper and dig your fingers into her. It’s not a long ride but you’re ready to rip every shred of her clothes off by the time you’re back

The pictures are kept in a cabinet by her work bench, there’s a few on the inside of the door held up with magnets, mostly the first few from the session, where you’re still partially clothed and gazing at the camera with your pretty, sultry eyes. The rest are tucked away in a small black photo album for her eyes only, the last few depict you laid back on the seat, bra gone, one of her strong hands cupping your breast. You’re holding your panties to the side, wet cunt stuffed full of her strap, your kissed bruised lips are parted in a moan. She keeps that one very secret, and takes it with her whenever she has to travel without you.

anyway now that you know I'm a total whore for this concept

This is my first time posting a full on hc set like this lemme know what you think and read the og post if you haven't yet! It sent me spiraling into madness <3

#eivor x reader #kassandra of sparta x reader #soma x reader #ac headcannons #biker au #I don't write much be nice pls #this is meant to be written in a very casual tone and style #im trying really hard to not be a horrendous perfectionist

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gaiaexploreslife · 19 days

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hi gaia! its @vivian-shiftss here <33

i wanted to ask a shifter this and i landed on you cuz i love your blog and honestly wanna interact w you more so this is me interacting, hiiii

anyways, how do you feel about changing your sexuality in other realities? i know logically infinite realities = infinite possibilities, which means there's a reality where I'm straight (ew /hj) and other stuff yk?

but like, im a lesbian here. and while in all the realities I'll shift to I'll always like women, i have been thinking abt a certain dr and idk if to leave it (my sexuality) unlabelled, and date a guy. but its kinda weird. it just feels icky to me and idk how to get over that bc there's infinite realities where i date guys and others where i date women and all that

it think it kinda feels weird bc what if i come back here and suddenly like guys? i don't feel like that would happen but its a fear of mine, it just keeps going around my head (not that there's anything wrong with liking guys btw!! i just KNOW its not for me and I've been a lesbian for sm years)

sorry if this is a weird question or whatever but i didn't know who to ask so yeah

thanks for reading this absolute mess of an ask lmaoo<333

Hi Vivian!!^o^💕

I haven’t shifted yet so I can’t say for sure, but I think if you go to a reality where you have a different sexuality, it won’t impact anything here because they’re two different versions of yourself

for example, someone absolutely hates sour foods in this reality, but they script in their desired reality they like sour foods. when they come back from their desired reality though, they still won’t like sour foods (even though they have memories of liking them from their dr) because that is how their body/mind works in this reality

you’ll have memories of yourself from your dr, but I feel it wouldn’t impact anything because they are memories from when your consciousness was living in another version of yourself completely separate from your original/current self

like you know how you remember dreams and you in the dream did something that you’d never do in reality? but you wake up and are like “oh that was weird” but you have no connection to what you did in the dream and you’re not gonna to act how you did in that dream

but yeah!

I have no idea if the examples I gave make any sense 💀 but I hope this helps at least a little, I’m not an expert by any means so this is just what I think of it🤗

#thanks for the ask vivian!! I’m really sorry if I blabbed a bunch of nonsense #reality shifting #shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shiftingrealities #reality shifter #shifting community #desired reality

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mugeesworld · 1 year

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Omg okay hi! I see you’re a Sanji lover so I would loooove your opinion on this topic bc I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I can’t seem to come to definitive answer; Would Sanji be a loyal boyfriend to his future girlfriend? Will he continue to go heart eyes for other girls whenever they’re around? Could he control his love for women if he settled down? Thoughts?

I think he definitely would stop acting that way around women if he got a girlfriend. Ik a bunch of people say it's weird how he acts around women and how it's gross. Which at times it is. But I honestly think he's just appreciating the beauty of women. (Even though it's perverted at times) And if he found someone for him he would stop. If it's a person that he really loves and is everything he's ever wanted you know then I think he would still be nice and respectful to women and not fight them. But he would stop flirting with them.

But that does make it hard to write for him sometimes. So I usually try to add something like a immediate connection. Or since I write for plus size readers. Use that as something. Since their isn't good plus size representation in one piece. Make it to where y/n is plus size and also beautiful. I hope this Makes sense.

Also! Everytime he does flirt with someone like that they always turn him down or something along those lines. It never goes somewhere. So he just hasn't found the right lady or something (I just finished thriller Bark. Ik he almost marries someone but im not there yet) and he is going off first glance. Off looks. So he never gets the chance to get to know those ladies and all that. So I think once he gets to know someone and see if he really likes them then he will stay loyal. He's throwing himself at these ladies and no one is matching his energy back. Or showing feelings back so yeah! I hope that makes sense lol!

To sum it all up. Yes, I think sanji would definitely stop his flirtatious ways if he found the right woman for him. And I think he would be VERY loyal!

Another thing. I'm pan romantic. So that means I find everyone attractive. Gender not really mattering. And me personally when i see a pretty lady I'm gonna compliment them! Not always in a flirtatious way. Just a "omg you're hair is so pretty!!" cause it makes them happy and it makes me happy. So I don't think compliments automatically mean flirting.

And I feel like if I was dating someone like sanji or anyone matter of fact. I personally wouldn't mind them complimenting a woman or man. Cause I also do that a lot. And I don't see it ass a big deal as long as they aren't really flirting or getting touchy. One little comment never hurt anybody. And ik the way sanji acts isn't just a small compliment but you get the idea.

I hope this helps!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎🫶🫶🫶

#heeheemugee #chubby #chubby y/n #chubby!reader #chubbyreader #one piece #one piece headcanons #sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x y/n #black foot sanji #sanji x reader #sanji smut #sanji imagine #sanji headcanons #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanjionepiece #♥︎

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selenitesdawn · 2 years

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Can you do more Max stuff with a gn reader please?

I will gladly do so. I have a few Max requests and will get back to writing as soon as possible. Have this small piece of mind until then. Hope you enjoy it <3

Meteor

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : just fluff <3

summary : max and y/n watch the night sky together after an exhausting day.

first person pov

This day definitely didn’t go as planned. Today was supposed to be awesome. And not just a little awesome. But like the event of the year type of awesome. To be precise, Max and I planned on watching a meteor shower tonight. Dustin told us about it like a month ago and we have anticipated that day since then. I’ve never seen anything like that before, so obviously I am super excited. And to watch it with my girlfriend is the cherry on top.

So, as naive as I am, I thought nothing could ruin today. But then, just my luck, everything that could have gone wrong, just went straight downhill. The day began with sour milk. Which I, by the way, ate a whole bowl of cereal in, just to notice that’s its sour on my last spoon. It continued in school with getting a D in biology, my lunch spilling on my pants, my bike breaking on the way home (which made me walk 40 minutes!!) and me stumbling over an empty can just 20 meters in front of my front door. And now I feel like I’ve ran a marathon and all my limbs just scream “SLEEP”.

The second I enter my room I dial up Max, telling her about my awful day.

“I don’t feel like going out anymore.”, I say exhausted, plopping onto my bed like all my life energy got sucked out.

“Oh come on y/n. We waited so long for this! I understand that you’re exhausted but you’re gonna regret it if we don’t go.”, Max replies in a disappointed tone.

“It’s not just me being exhausted. I’m just super unlucky today. It’s- Wait. Oh god.”, I breathe out. It’s what I think it is. Isn’t it? Oh god I think it is. I run over to the calendar, noticing that I didn’t check today’s date.

“What is it y/n? Hello?”, Max asks from the other end of the line.

“It’s Friday the 13th. My unluckiest day of all.”, I whisper quietly into the phone, trying to underline the seriousness of this.

“Well, duh Dummy. Dustin said the meteor shower takes place on the 13th July. That’s nothing new.”, Max states unaffected.

“Yeah but it is also Friday. Which makes it- you know what, whatever. I didn’t connect the pieces. But this is bad. That’s why I’m so unlucky.”, I just reply dramatically, falling back onto my bed.

“Okay baby, you know I don’t like to do this, but I know just how superstitious you can be. I mean you still carry that little piece of garlic around wherever you go-“, Max starts arguing.

“Okay but why where there vampire hunters around back in the days? There are literal kits of vampire hunting stuff, that is proof! No one knows whether-“, I argue back.

“Yeah and back in the day, women who were smart and had red hair got burned at stake.”, Max interrupts me.

I stay quiet after that, knowing that I can’t argue against that. And whatever I say would come off just wrong.

“Whatever. The point is, you come with me tonight or else I won’t grant you a single kiss until this month is over.”, Max demands, sounding surprisingly serious.

“Wow that is awful. You know, if I come with you, considering my luck; we won’t see a single meteor tonight.”, I answer confidently, testing if Max is serious.

“I’ll risk it. See you at the hill at 9, bye bye.”, is the last thing she says before she hangs up.

This girl.

After napping for what felt like an entire year, I pack my things and my skateboard, leaving the house at 7pm. It usually takes me around 30 minutes to get to the hill with my board, but I got to be extra careful today. That’s at least what I thought. Somehow I still manage to fall five times, getting to the hill at around 8:30pm.

I spread out a blanket and lay on it, watching the sky above me. It is quite peaceful to lay here, especially after that stupid day. Even after that great nap, I still feel tired though. I must have drifted away, since I didn’t notice Max laying next to me.

“Hey love, glad you came.”, Max says to me smiling, putting her hand on my cheek as she turns my face towards hers.

“I had no other choice really, had I?”, I answer back, obviously teasing her a little.

“Hm, not really I suppose.”, she replied sweetly, pressing a little kiss on top of my nose.

Max gets up from besides me and starts searching for something inside her backpack. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so I close my eyes again and listen to the wind blowing through the grass. There is nothing like spending time with Max. I could lay in the middle of a dump with her and it would still be the best thing ever. She always manages to make me feel comfortable wherever we go. It almost feels like home is.. wherever she is.

“Open your eyes, I have something for you.”, Max whispered softly.

I open my eyes to see her sit in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. As I lift my body up, I see her holding a bracelet in her right hand. And it looks beautiful.

“Wow Max, is this for me?”, I ask as she hands it over to me.

“I made it myself. It protects you from any bad luck. Especially on Friday the 13th’s. It’s not the best but.. it has all your favorite colors in it.”, Max replies happily.

“What are you saying? It’s beautiful Max!”, I say as I put it over my hand.

The pearls reflect the moonlight, creating a beautiful sparkle. It fits perfectly, somehow it has just the right size. Like Max measured the scope of my arm. As I keep viewing it, I see one pearl has the letter “M” on it.

“What stands the M for?”, I ask, knowing the answer already.

“For Max. Obviously. So you never forget who made it for you.”, she replies proudly, taking my hand into hers.

In that very moment all my worries wash away and my day suddenly seems not so bad. Max once again manages to make everything ten times better. I kiss the back of her hand and giggle, surprised that Max supports my irrational fears.

“I love you Max. Thank you so much, I’ll never take it off.”, I smile.

“I love you too y/n. And your little.. habits. Even the garlic thingy is… kind of cute. I guess.”

We just lay there after that, admiring the night sky. When Max sees her first meteor, she excitedly points at the place where she saw it, hoping that I could see it too. I think deep down she knows that there is no way I could have seen it, but her excitement is just too cute.

“Do you see that? How beautiful! My first meteor.”, she exclaims excitedly, shaking my arm.

“Yes, I saw it. How exciting.”, I smile softly, just happy to see Max as happy as she is.

She latches onto my arm and watches the stars excitedly. Her eyes sparkle even brighter than my bracelet, her cheeks must hurt from smiling as much as she does. It’s the most beautiful view. Not even the meteor shower can compete.

“I’m so lucky to see this. With you. Together. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.”, Max says quietly, cuddling into my side. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Forever.”, I reply softly.

“Yes Dummy. Forever.”

#stranger things reader insert #stranger things x reader #max mayfield imagine #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #maxine mayfield

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extremelyblackandwhite · 1 year

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CHRIS! CHRIS! WHY?! just kiss her man!

pairing: bar owner! chris x reader

Y/N was gobsmacked. She stared at him with lips slightly parted as she wondered if she’d heard that correctly. Sure, she knew she was ... slightly attractive to the opposite gender, after all even her pathetic excuse of an ex partner had been slightly attracted to her. The idea of a pretty little bride seemed to interest him, nevertheless, she never got those types of reactions. The ones in which a man was overcome with lust about her, she considered herself pretty, not attractive or seductive. Chris himself was equally astounded at what had just come from his mouth, he was not supposed to say. What kind of asshole said that to a woman alone in a bar? Idiots behind bars, that’s who. He stared at her, trying to figure out how to apologise or if he could find out a way to get away from her, luckily for him, Bill entered the bar making him mumble a small “thank god”.

- Little bride, you’re here. - he took a seat next to her. - Just interrupted one of your little arguments, didn’t I?

- You know me too well. - she smiled at the old biker. - You braved the rain to come see me?

- No longer raining, but if I knew you’d be here I would’ve braved it. ‘Ya don’t come visit me anymore. Firm giving you a tough time?

- Lot of cases coming through and I’ve taken a few pro-bono the past week.

- Look after your self, little bride. Can always come join me and annoy Chris, always calms me down.

- Don’t think I can. - she smiled, grabbing her bag to leave.

Bill stared at the bar owner in front of him. Something was ... off. He’d known the kid since he opened the bar so he thought he had some sort of an understanding of the man in front of him. He knew how he thought and he know what upset him, he’d seen him almost break a bottle over rude customer comments but he’d never seen him maintain a gaze on a single women as she did the most mundane thing of leaving a bar, adjusting the hood of her jacket over her head. It was such a simple thing, yet he looked at it with a look of wonder.

- I see what this is. - Bill wrapped his lips around a cold beer bottle. - ‘Ya smitten with her aren’t you?

- Your vision is getting fucked, Bill.

- She’s a pretty girl, can’t blame ‘ya. - he shrugged. - Looking at her like a damn idiot ain’t gonna cut it though.

- She’s not my type.

- Because she’s a lawyer like Margaret or because she’s a woman who could be like Margaret?

His facade dropped as he heard the name he didn’t like hearing. Chris would like to think that he didn’t connect the two together, Y/N just wasn’t his type and old man Bill was trying to wind him up.

- Gonna end up alone if ‘ya keep up with that shit.

- Maybe I want to be alone, have you thought about that, old man?

- Whatever you say.

His mind was stuck on her, he couldn’t stop thinking of her and he hated it. He hated that her image was all he could think about before he went to sleep. Bill wasn’t right, he wasn’t smitten, he just found her attractive. He found her attractive, she was attractive and whenever she smiled at him, those little lines would form around her eyes and when she laughed out of surprise, that, that was great. She looked great in red, it was her colour yet for whatever reason her job always had her in black. She was not his type, he wasn’t gonna allow himself to that but she was beautiful, attractive and all nice adjectives he could think of. He wasn’t just going to sit there and say she wasn’t attractive - she was, but she was not for him. End of.

However, as the week dragged by and she continued to be amiss, something he was sure was purposeful as Bill kept bolstering about how she would call him every Friday, he found himself doing something he usually didn’t - follow a woman to New York. He waited outside her law firm, feeling somewhat of a creep yet he had no clue how to find her. He at least needed to apologise for being such an idiot and telling her he wanted to fuck her out of the sudden. He almost missed her as she stepped out the front door, her heels clicking in anger against the ground.

- Y/N, c’mon, you can’t be serious. - an older man followed after her, his hand possessively wrapping around her arm. - It’s not the right time.

- When will it be the right time? You know I do much more than Joseph ever did, he never even picked up a single pro bono case. He’s an idiot and you’re splashing his name on the company board. You damn well know that was my promotion, I was slated to have it.

- Will you calm down? - he pulled her towards him, her feet almost tripping. - You’re causing a scene and unless you want to be demoted, I would calm down.

- You wanna let go of her? - Chris heard himself speak before he could even process what he was doing. His mind was stuck on that hand gripping her arm as if she was a rag doll.

- Excuse me? - he looked at Chris who had taken to wrap his own hand around his, pulling it away from her arm. - You know this guy?

- I don’t need to worry about a demotion, Mark, because I quit. Barnes, Johansen and Lowell have been offering me much more money and freedom than your firm ever will. I quit.

- You can’t quit, what about your cases?

- Ask Joseph to fucking handle it.

Chris merely took after her as she continued to walk aimlessly as if he hadn’t even been there. He’d never seen her angry, not really, he’d seen her annoyed with him and he’d seen her sad but this, this was different. He followed her until she stopped, sitting in an old bench with her arms closed.

- And what do you want? - she looked up at him. - I am not in the mood to deal with your stupid arguments?

- What happened? - he sat next to her, turning his face to look at her despite Y/N continuing to stare ahead. - Need me to call Bill and have him rough that dude up?

- I was so close to making partner. - she sighed, looking up to stop herself from crying. - I was so fucking close.

- Their loss. - he kept his hands to himself, wondering if she wanted to be soothed or not. He didn’t know what to do. - I mean, why would you wanna stay with those fucking idiots?

- I worked really hard, Chris. - she finally faced him. - I did and now I have to start all over again.

- So what?

- So what?!

- You’re young, god, you’re still a fucking baby. You have time, you have time to start somewhere else and feel better. Seriously, do you want to be partner of a company who’d easily backstab you?

- And what would you know about law, Chris? Other than breaking it? - she scoffed.

- My ex-fianceé is a lawyer.

Y/N bite the inside of her lip, waiting for him to burst at her, to yell at her just because he had to talk about his ex-lover. She didn’t know much about it, she knew what Chris had told her. Besides, Bill always said it was not his place to talk about Chris’ love life and if she wanted to know she might as well ask him, yet based on how Chris reacted, she chose not to. Yet, he didn’t yell, his features didn’t even change as he continued looking at her, waiting for a response.

- Where can you get a good drink in this dump? - he asked.

- It’s New York, Chris. It’s not a dump. - she dried her eyes. - There’s a bar in just about any corner.

Y/N didn’t really went to bars, she preferred brunching with Georgia or lunch and dinner with her friends. Bars? Well, that used to her ex-soon-to-be-husband’s thing. They used to go there with his friends and some common university friends, still the last thing she wanted was to take Chris to the place her and her ex-fiancé used to hang out in. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like that. Instead, she took him to a small bar just around the corner of her flat, a small place she would sometimes purchase cigarettes for Georgia or a bottle of nice Whiskey for her law firm partners. Well, ex-law firm partners.

- You got another place to go, right? - Chris put the drinks on the table, sitting right across her. - Said better pay?

- That’s not the point. - her leg shook nervously. - And I don’t want to talk about that.

- What do you want to talk about?

- Margaret. She’s a lawyer, what do you know about lawyers?

- You wanna talk about Margaret? - he took a gulp of his beer. - You want some career advise or something?

- No. - she folded her hands over one another, her chin resting on top of the top hand. - I am trying to distract myself, I’m curious.

- Curious about what, Diane?

- She clearly did something to you and you dislike me because I am a lawyer just like her. Whatever she did ... it was potent.

- I don’t dislike you, Diane. - he put his pint glass down. - Margaret and you are lawyers but you’re less of a bitch.

- Wow, thank you. - she smirked. - I thought I was a total bitch.

- Don’t overdo it. You know the story, she left with my best friend.

- See, I don’t believe you. - she crossed her arms. - That wouldn’t make you so jaded, so spill. What’s missing?

- What’s missing? - he leaned against his seat. - Nothing’s missing.

- Bullshit. - she cocked her head to the side. - You have to tell me. I just quit my job, I’m terrified and thus you owe me.

- You calling bullshit, Diane?

- I am calling bullshit, Sam. - she smiled small. - What else?

- She ... she left a note. After all, if you’re gonna leave your groom at the altar, you may as well leave a note since you’re not leaving a man his best friend.

- Oh.

- Called me a heartless man only bent on getting his own. - he chuckled. - And a lot of more words which did not match with the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ narrative. Anyway, why is that gonna make you feel better?

- It’s not. - she said. - Making you feel better makes me feel better.

- And how is talking about Margaret gonna make me feel better?

- Because I’m gonna tell you something. - she leaned forward. - I don’t think you’re heartless, if you were you wouldn’t be here with me and you wouldn’t have taken me in on my wedding day. I think you can be selfish but so can everyone else and it isn’t you, it’s her.

- Maybe I took pity on you.

- Can’t take pity if you’re heartless.

- You’re something else, Diane.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan/reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan/you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan/y/n #sebastian stan imagine #chris #destroyer!chris

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Favourites

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you're one of Negan's wives, but you're his favourite.

A/N: Okay so basically this is a rewrite of what I'd originally written, except I wrote a lil bit of smut. And I'm just gonna say, I have literally NEVER written smut in my life, this is my first time writing it. So if it's bad, please just be kind cos I'm new to this. But if anyone has any criticisms, then I'd love to hear it so I can improve aha.

Warnings: Strong language, fingering, little bit of dry humping?

“You’re a dick.” You scowled at Negan, who was currently standing in front of you, swinging his bat beside him.

He just smirked. “Oh, lovely wife. Should you really be speaking to me like that? I just picked you to come back to my room with me. Aren’t you grateful?”

You’d been Negan’s wife for quite some time now. You were one of the first. And the only reason you were still here was because despite how twisted he was, you still found yourself attracted to Negan. Of course, he wasn’t fully aware of your feelings towards him.

He dragged his fingers along your jawline, making you slightly lean into his touch. You hated how it made you feel, his rough fingertips dancing across your skin. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tingling sensation his touch gave you. A menacing grin crept onto his face before he finally spoke again. “Come on. You know you want to. I can actually feel the heat comin’ off of you right now.”

He turned and made his way to the door, and you slowly followed behind him. You almost felt ashamed that you enjoyed your visits to Negan’s bedroom. It was pretty obvious that he favoured you more compared to the other women he’d claimed, but you didn’t let on that you knew. You just savoured your time with him, before returning to your room, and allowing the shame to hang over you.

When you finally spotted the open door to his room, you couldn’t help but feel a little excitement. Every time, Negan would always surprise you with something new. Most of the time, you’d just go in there to have sex. But sometimes, he’d just sit there, watching you intently. That was how you knew you were his favourite. He would never do that with any of his other wives. He felt it created a weaker image of him.

“So...I’m a dick then, huh?” Negan growled, looking you over before closing the door.

You tried to suppress a smile. God, he looked so sexy standing there in front of you. You just continued to stand there quietly, taking in his handsome features.

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” he demanded. He didn’t even move. He just stood there, completely still, continuing to glare at you.

You folded your arms across your chest. “Yeah, you are a dick.” You weren’t afraid of him. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“You still like me though, don’t ya.” He smirked, slowly edging closer to you. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. The tension between the two of you was growing, and you’d found yourself rooted to the ground.

He carefully stepped closer to you, until his face was just inches away from yours. “Look, I like you, (y/n). But you’ve gotta start cooperating a little more. You can’t just be an asshole to me and then come in here and do fuck all.”

“Who says I’m not cooperating?” You said softly, tracing your fingers along his rough beard. You leaned in closer to him, until your lips were almost touching. He tried to connect his lips with yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Who said you could kiss me?” You teased.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I don’t like the way you just spoke to me. So maybe I don’t wanna be here anymore,” you smirked, seeing a look of frustration appear on his face. You loved teasing him like that. It gave you so much more power over him.

He glared at you. “I don’t give a shit.”

“Yes you do. I’m not stupid, Negan. I can see the way you treat me compared to the others.”

He stepped back a little bit, the devilish grin reappearing on his face. “Oh? And how do I treat you?”

“I dunno. You’re just less of an ass with me.”

“Aw, I’m touched,” he joked, moving closer to you again.

You leaned closer to him, gently pressing your fingertips to the center of his chest. It wasn’t long before his hands found their way into your hair. The feeling of his fingertips caressing your scalp made you tingle with pleasure.

“Ugh, can’t I be in control for once?” You groaned, suddenly realising that he was slowly beginning to take over again.

“Are you being fucking serious right now? Are you trying to piss me off today?”

“I just think you should let me have some control for once,” you suggested, running your hands through his dark hair.

“You’re joking, right?”

You shook your head. “Look, if you don’t want this. Fine, I’ll go.” You removed your fingers from his hair, and began to walk past him and toward the door.

But he caught your arm before you could take another step. “Fine,” he huffed, making you return to your previous position.

You grinned. You enjoyed this. You enjoyed seeing him so vulnerable. And you just loved how much he hated it. But the funny thing was, he was only allowing this in order to get you to stay. He clearly cared about you a little.

You leaned closer to him, gently tugging on the bottom of his leather jacket. You slowly dragged him toward the bed, making him sit down. This was clearly making him nervous, as his eyes darted around the small room.

You quickly crawled onto his lap, securing your legs behind him. You could already feel the heat building between the two of you, as you leaned in even closer, gently pressing your lips against his.

“God, you’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” he groaned against your lips.

You let out a quiet laugh, as you continued to torture him. As your lips met in a desperate kiss, you started to slowly grind your hips against him, causing a muffled groan to escape him. You felt his hands slide around your back, gently nipping at your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. You tried to force yourself closer to him in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

But when he went to pull your shirt over your head, you leaned back, stopping him. "Who am I to you?" You breathed out, noticing how his hazel eyes watched you intently.

"My wife." He replied almost instantly.

"No but really-"

"My wife." He repeated, his tone firmer. You could see it now. You could see it in his eyes that he cared for you.

You helped him lift your shirt over your head and you shivered when his hands ghosted over your chest as he covered your mouth with his again.

You started to move your hips over his jeans again whilst he began fumbling with the button on your jeans.

"Fuck." He groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking up against yours in desperation.

When he finally managed to undo your jeans, you lifted yourself off him slightly so that he could roughly tug them down your legs, leaving you in only your underwear as you straddled him.

You lowered back down onto him and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips when you felt his erection press against your aching pussy through your clothes.

"Jesus." You whispered, causing a wicked grin to expand across Negan's features as he watched you grinding over his clothed cock.

He kissed you again and you gasped when you felt his fingers quickly slipping underneath the fabric of your panties.

"Damn, all this for me?" He smirked against your lips, brushing a finger along your folds. "So fucking wet, baby."

You were barely able to keep your eyes open when you felt the pressure of one of his fingers pressing into you. You groaned, involuntarily rocking your hips against his hand as he slowly started moving his finger in and out of you.

You roughly gripped his leather jacket between your fingers when you felt him add a second finger, continuing to push them back and forth inside you.

"Shit." You breathed out, screwing your eyes shut at the pressure that was building in your stomach.

"You like that?" He said, watching as you started to come apart on top of him.

You nodded, still fisting his jacket in your hands. "Yes."

Your thighs started to shake when you felt him thrusting his fingers deeper inside you and you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you felt your release coming close.

All of a sudden, you felt your body tense and a wave of pleasure crashed over you as you fell forward into Negan's chest.

"Fuck." You groaned, trying to catch your breath as Negan smirked at the sight of you.

"So what was that about being in charge?" Negan snickered, removing his fingers from inside you, sucking them clean as he looked up at you.

"Shut up."

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I was wondering -if you ever feel up to it- if you could do a lyric analysis on with you all the time and Stockholm syndrome?

I have a lot of Stockholm Syndrome typed up already, so I’ll share that. It’s been super interesting with all the leaks coming out to see even more how the songs interplay and connect!

STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

The idea of Stockholm syndrome is that a kidnapped or abused person will begin to sympathize with their abuser and will choose to stay when given the option.

Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days

Another mention of shadow (WDBHG, shadows you’re running from), something hidden, he doesn’t know who this person or thing is. That implies distance, if they were near he’d say this. He said he related this to being kidnapped which is interesting because it implies something not in his control. He’s been here for days, so a while.

**Harry comparing love to Stockholm syndrome should give some insight into his feelings around love lol.**

Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?

Whisper, so hard to hear and he doesn’t recognize the voice. He’s never going to get away, can’t escape this person

I know they'll be coming to find me soon

Who is they? They will in the future come to find him? Does they imply people in reality? Fans? Other women?

But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you

Fear, he’s afraid that he’s finding comfort in the embrace of a stranger, someone he doesn’t know (I can feel you take control, of who I am and all I’ve ever known—golden)

Baby, look what you've done to me (Oh), Baby look what you’ve done now

He puts his feelings onto them, they did this to him, and he’s asking them to look (get the picture cut out my middle—daylight) more closely at how he’s acting, now implies presence but connotes that maybe this person has done other things in the past,

Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way (Ooh ooh)

Makes you wonder what they offer him, is this the same person he dreams of? To me it seems he likes the physical comfort they bring him,

Baby, look what you've done to me (Oh), Baby, you got me tied down (Oh)

Tied down, again connected to being restrained against your will, tied down as in a romantic relationship,

Who's this man that's holding your hand and talking 'bout your eyes? (Ooh ooh)

This time he’s saying he doesn’t recognize himself and who he’s become since getting involved with this shadow, (I get so lost inside your eyes “adore you”)

Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Ooh ooh)

Now he doesn’t want to be free, he wants to be owned? Claimed?

I know they'll be coming to find me soon (Ooh ooh)

Again who is they?

But my Stockholm Syndrome is in your room, yeah I fell for you

In their room, and he was left in the hallway? Interesting. He likes being trapped in a room with this person

All my life I've been on my own (Ooh ooh)

So here we go with loneliness, he’s on his own, no support, no one to be close to, (I’m still the only one who’s been in love with me—only angel; I don’t want to be alone—golden)

I used the light to guide me home (Ooh ooh)

This part always confused me by what it meant, because he’s talking about shadows, light, not being able to see, being lost, but also going home to this person, this Stockholm syndrome, but it makes sense if thought of in the context of a soulmate, which is a light that guides him back to himself, which is where he connects to her, he follows the light, the light of spirit, of enlightenment to find where he belongs, home in himself and in their energy (step into the light—lights up; take me back to the light—golden; hit me like a ray of light— (make my day),

But now together we're alone (Ooh ooh)

Another line that always confused me, how are they together and alone, because they are together in spirit not physically, spiritually together but physically apart, he may also be saying they are alone together, like each person is alone and in that aloneness they are together, it could also mean he’s publicly “alone” or single but there’s someone he’s together with in private (a theme in his music over and over)

And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go

He wants to be alone with this shadow, he’s content there with them, even feeling trapped,

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yoongi-sugaglider · 1 year

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Daegu Quarentine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count:2120

Part 19===Part 20===Part 21

The soldier walked off after his little declaration, leaving our group to dissolve into pure chaos. The boys talked over each other, argumentative as could be as their voices raised more and more in an effort to be heard over each other.

I could understand their frustration, a lot had happened to us over the last few days so tempers were bound to flair. Right now though…right now was not the time to be arguing.

“Boys, please. We’ve got to stop all this.” I muttered, fingers rubbing at my temples as I closed my eyes to the throbbing pain in my leg.

They couldn’t hear me of course, too busy posturing over the bull shit that is Eun Kwang.

“Boys!” I barked, pain and frustration laced in my voice as I banged my fists on the countertop. “That is quite enough out of all of you!”

The arguing stopped instantly as all eye fell on me. I frowned, looking at each of them in turn before glancing out at the rest of the room. Everything had gone quiet. Or I should say every one.

“We can’t keep this up. Lives depend on the outcome of this. More than our own.” I gestured to the civilians huddled around the room, each of them looking at us with fear and hope. They seemed to understand well enough that if they had even the slightest of chances of getting out of this situation they had better at least pay attention to what was going on with us. There was no doubt at this point that they’d heard everything.

Namjoon sighed, shoulders dropping as he nodded in agreement with me. “Boss lady is right boys. This can’t keep up. Eun Kwang’s already got the jump on us with Jin and Hobi under his thumb. If we want any hope of getting them back and getting out of here we’re gonna have to work with him…for now…”

“That’s such utter bullshit! Don’t you remember what he did to us? What he did to Her?” Yoongi stepped up, fury written in every movement he made as he stalked over to poke Namjoon in the chest with his lighter while pointing directly at me.

“I am well aware Yoongi.” Namjoon grumbled. “I know because I’m partially responsible for what happened. We all are. That’s not the point though is it?”

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye as they argued, demanding my attention as I watched one of the old men shuffle towards us. He seemed hell bent on making his presence known, feet dragging slightly as he shoved his way between Yoongi and Namjoon.

“I don’t know what connection it is you have with this phone fella. But we’re safe here. Some of us don’t take too kindly with the mess you lot have made of things. Whatever it is that you’re planning, you need to leave us out of it.”

Several others grumbled along with him, some even standing as if to back the old man up.

“Don’t you lot get it?” Namjoon demanded, heckles raised as he frowned down at the old man. “You’re being used. Those military idiots don’t give a damn who lives or dies right now. At best you’re all being kept alive out of guilt, at worst you’re bait in case they need to make a quick get away.”

The man scoffed. “You have zero proof of that. They’ve been nothing but kind to us since we got here.”

“Kind?” Rose demanded, speaking up from her quiet corner of the room. “Would kind people beat up and abuse two innocent women? Lock you all into a kitchen and ‘allow’ you to leave twice a day for bathroom privileges? Would kind people hold you at gun point while you march around this building to their tune of get in line and comply? They’ve used you all to cook their food and clean their toilets and at best allowed you the illusion of safety and freedom, but the second a single one of you steps out of line I bet they’re gonna send you right outside the safety of this building as cannon fodder for those monsters out there.”

A look of horror washed over the group as realization dawned on them.

“Oh? Looks like some of you are familiar with that idea?” Jeanette grumbled, arms folded over her belly as she tapped her foot impatiently at the look of shame on their faces.

“What if…” I hummed, finger tapping the phone screen. Glancing up I frowned at them all. “What if we could prove they’re not as kind and courageous as you all think they are?”

The old man paused in his attempts to work the crowd up again.

“Oh? And how are you gonna do that?”

I pulled the ear piece out I’d been using before. “With this…”

***

“This is super important little buddy do you think you can do this?”

The young boy nodded as he imitated an adorably awkward military salute.

“This here is a blue tooth. It’s gonna let us hear anything the bad men say so that everybody here will know what’s going on alright? Let your dad know he has to take it from me so we can hear. It’s super important to our secret escape plan okay?”

The boy’s eyes widened, a look of wonder flashing across his face. “It’s just like a spy movie!” He whisper yelled.

“That’s right little buddy.” I smiled softly, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “And you’re job is the biggest most important part. You get to be the spy carrying super secret top information. Make sure nobody hears you at all okay?”

He nodded, form trembling in excitement that he seemed so desperately trying to contain.

“Yes Ma’am! I’ll be a real good spy just you watch!”

I grinned, winking at him as he dashed off to his corner of the kitchen to wait for his dad’s return.

“I really don’t like this…” Namjoon grumbled, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he eyed the door before turning to glare at the phone on the table.

“What choice do we have Joonie? These people aren’t gonna get behind our plan unless they have proof the military isn’t here to help us. We have to do this.”

“Yeah, but we’re putting our lives in the hands of a little kid barely old enough to know to wipe his own ass. I mean look at him. He’s already told the little girl what’s going on, who’s to say the others won’t know what’s going on by the time the troops come back in here?” Tae shuffled in his spot, eyes down cast as he made his opinion known.

“It’ll be fine Tae. I’m sure this will work, we just have to be patient.” I made my way over to Kook, curling up in the safety of his arms as I turned to watch the little kids play.

“This just has to work…”

***

“The fuck is this?”

My eyes widened in pain and panic as the bluetooth was ripped from my ear. Sure enough as soon as the men in uniform had come back the marine was at my side, eyes glaring harshly at me as he held up the small ear piece.

“It’s just a blue tooth. What, you never seen one?” I glared, snatching the item back and squinting my distaste in his direction.

“Hand it over.” The man growled, eyes narrowed as he held out his hand.

Namjoon stepped forward, hands in the air to show he wasn’t a threat. “Please sir, you can’t take it. She’s partially deaf.”

“The fuck’s that got to do with anything?”

“My buddy had it specially set up so she could hear what’s going on around her. Without the bluetooth she wouldn’t be able to head if those things came after her.” Namjoon took a step back, eyes wide and pleading. “Please don’t take it…sir?”

The soldier scoffed, shoving the device in his breast pocket. “You ask me she’s better off without it. One less mouth to feed if those things do get her.”

The other soldiers with him laughed, each finding joy in the idea of a deaf girl getting eaten. I could feel Kookie bristle beside me, but I reached out for him in reassurance and he immediately calmed down.

The soldiers filed out of the room, having had their fill of antagonizing and intimidating the group and slammed the kitchen door shut behind him.

“Now what?” The old man demanded, shuffling over to our group and making his previous demands known once again.

“Just a sec.” Tae muttered, tapping on the phone’s screen and turning the volume up for everyone to hear.

Voices came through the small phone speaker, hushed at first but increasing as the volume was adjusted properly.

"We've been using the choppers to lure the monsters into a funnel. But they're starting to get desensitized to the noise, only half the time will we get a full horde going that we can mow down. Eventually, we'll run out of fuel and bullets though and then what?"

"Evacuate boss? I don't know…"

"Evacuate how? We have too many civilians to protect. We can't very well take them with us, and leaving them behind is just as bad."

"Fuck em tho. For real, what's the point in saving a bunch of ungrateful assholes. Not to mention the drug slingers n shit. Fuck em. Folks in HQ don't have to know. Every man for himself, but protect your battle buddy. Not a one of them has ever seen a battle. They're just dead weight and if we don't cut it out now like the cancer it is, we're all gonna end up dead, or worse undead."

There began a murmur in the listening group. It started out as hushed whispers but ever so slowly became a dull roar of protests and outrage. Everyone knew that voice, it was Jenkins.

It didn’t exactly thrill me to have heard the words, even if I’d fully expected them. Honestly, there was a huge part of me that had fully hoped it wasn’t the case. That we wouldn’t have to rely on the faint hope that Eun Kwang and the others would pull through and save us.

But the looks on the people’s faces, young and old. The betrayal? That I just couldn’t stand by. It filled me with rage pure and simple, something I hadn’t felt in such a very long time. That those in power could dare to push us little people down at their own expense.

No. That could not stand.

The marine returned, grim faced and frowning as the other civilians mobbed him, demanding answers, demanding they be allowed to fight against the idiots that had put themselves in charge.

Jungkook was quick though, stepping between the American and his country men and calming them quickly with a look and a cleared throat.

“We won’t sit down and die. Not like they want us to. Trust me, we have a plan. And if we all work together I can promise that as many of us as possible will come out alive on the other side of this. I just ask that you have a little patience. And when the time comes I can promise those idiots out there will get theirs.”

The crowd dispersed amidst grumbling and complaints but dispersed nonetheless.

Namjoon quickly waved the two men over, having called Eun Kwang back and holding out the phone so that the marine could be involved in the conversation.

“Tell me what you know. Everything you can see from the outside and what you’ll have access to once it gets dark.” Namjoon spoke quickly, eyes sparkling with determination in the low light as he and the marine spoke to Eun Kwang and his men.

The strategy they came up with felt simple enough. Destroy what vehicles they could get to, sabotage the front door during the marine’s look out shift, cause an explosion or two to distract the other military men and women and make our escape.

Well...okay, so it really wasn’t all that simple…

“We’re relying an awful lot on Eun Kwang for this to actually work.” Yoongi muttered, fiddling with the lighter he always kept on him as he watched Namjoon work.

“None of us likes this Yoongs. Least of all Eun Kwang. But you heard him. He owes Kook, big time. He may be a two-timing backstabbing piece of shit garbage, but if there’s anything we’ve ever been able to rely on when it comes to him, it’s that he sticks to his word once he gets an idea in his head.”

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