#OML SHES BREATHTAKING

[merriclo]

wwoah

Come, eat without leaving anything ~

[x-uno]

Stolen Glances and Culinary Charms. PT3

notes : DREAMY SIGH FOLLOWED BY AGONIZING SOB. this took me awhile to write oml ( had writers block ;v; ) butttt I managed to finish it tonight !! sooo yay me!!

<< 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 >> | 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

THE GOING MERRY WAS CURRENTLY DOCKED AT A QUAINT ISLAND'S HARBOR, the scent of adventure lingered in the salty sea breeze, and the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of food wafting from the nearby restaurant. It was a sight for sore eyes after days at sea. 

The crew disembarked, their eyes wide with wonder at the charming coastal town. A Restaurant was perched on a cliff overlooking the bay, and its soft, golden lights beckoned like stars in the night. 

Nami gathered everyone around and issued a gentle reminder, ''Everyone meet back here by 6, okay? - And please, try not to get into fights.'' she added with a pointed look at the male members of the crew, eliciting a soft chuckle from you as you stood by her side.

The boys nodded in agreement, with some grinning sheepishly at Nami's warning about avoiding fights. With that, the group dispersed to explore the town, leaving you and Nami to head off together.

She had insisted on helping you get ready for the evening, promising that the right outfit would make a lasting impression on Sanji. 

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as you followed Nami through the winding streets of the coastal town. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the cobblestone pathways, casting dancing shadows on the walls of charming shops and cafes.

Nami led you to a small, elegant boutique tucked away in a quiet corner. It was a treasure trove of beautiful dresses and accessories. She combed through the racks with the precision of a skilled treasure hunter, her fingers occasionally stopping on a particular dress, considering it before moving on.

You couldn't help but admire Nami's expertise. Her discerning eye seemed to pick up on every detail, and her sense of style was unparalleled. 

After some deliberation, Nami pulled out a dress that seemed to capture the essence of the coastal town itself. It was a flowing, pristine white dress adorned with delicate lace that mimicked the frothy waves of the sea. The fabric felt cool and luxurious to the touch, and you couldn't help but smile at the choice.

''This is the one,'' Nami declared with a satisfied grin. ''It's perfect for tonight. Just wait until Sanji sees you in this.''

With Nami's guidance, you selected a pair of elegant sandals and a necklace that complemented the dress beautifully. The transformation was remarkable, and as you looked at yourself in the boutique's mirror, you felt a newfound confidence.

Upon returning to the ship, you were met with admiration and awe from your fellow crewmates. Luffy gave a thumbs-up, Usopp praised your elegance, and even Zoro managed a rare, appreciative nod. But it was Sanji's reaction that left the deepest impression.

Sanji's eyes were widened, his cigarette nearly slipping from his lips when he caught sight of you. He was known for his impeccable taste, but he seemed genuinely captivated by your appearance. “You look absolutely breathtaking,” he said in a voice that was almost a whisper, a hint of awe in his eyes.

Your heart fluttered at his words. ''Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself.''

As the crew entered the restaurant, the scent of freshly prepared seafood filled the air, and the evening was filled with laughter, delicious food, and shared adventures. The restaurant's interior was just as enchanting as its exterior, with dimmed lights casting a warm, intimate glow over the wooden beams and nautical decor.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and gratitude as you settled in at the long, polished table with them. Nami regaled everyone with tales of the island's history and culture, her eyes occasionally meeting yours with a knowing twinkle.

As the night continued at the restaurant, you found yourself drawn to the bar, its soft, warm lights casting a gentle glow on the polished wooden surface. It beckoned you like a siren, promising a moment of solitude and reflection amidst the lively atmosphere.

Leaving the laughter and conversations of your fellow crewmates you excused yourself from the table with a polite smile, before making your way through the bustling restaurant toward the inviting glow of the bar area.

Taking a seat on one of the cushioned stools, you found yourself lost in thought, gazing at the array of colorful bottles lining the shelves. The bartender, a friendly and experienced soul, approached with a warm smile.

''What can I get you tonight?''

You contemplated your choice for a moment before deciding on a signature cocktail of the house. The bartender nodded appreciatively and set to work, expertly mixing the drink. As he worked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over you, as if the world outside had momentarily ceased to exist.

Sanji, ever watchful, couldn't help but notice your departure from the table. His concern for your well-being overcame his hesitation, and he decided to join you at the bar. With a quick excuse, he left the table and made his way toward you.

However, just as he was about to reach your side, he paused abruptly. His heart sank as he noticed you engaged in lively conversation with a stranger. You were laughing, sharing stories, and seemed entirely engrossed in the conversation.

As he stood at a distance, watching you engage in conversation with a stranger at the bar, a mixture of emotions washed over him. Concern for your well-being had driven him to follow you, but now he found himself feeling a bit uneasy. He didn't want to intrude on your moment of solitude, but the sight of you enjoying yourself with someone he didn't know raised questions in his mind.

He decided to give you some space and waited nearby, keeping a watchful eye on the situation. As the minutes passed, he observed your body language and the interaction between you and the stranger. Sanji knew you could handle yourself, but he couldn't help but feel protective.

As Sanji continued to keep an eye on you from a distance, he suddenly felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he was met with the sight of a young woman standing before him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. She looked to be about his age, and her presence was both confident and charming.

"Hey there, I couldn't help but notice you standing here all alone. Would you like to dance?"

Sanji, who had been focused on watching over you, was taken aback for a moment. However, he couldn't deny the allure of the moment, and he appreciated the girl's courage in approaching him. With a suave smile and a slight bow, he replied, "Well, it would be my pleasure."

You took another sip of your cocktail, your gaze lingering on the dance floor. Sanji's graceful moves and the easy chemistry between him and the girl were impossible to ignore. You found yourself torn between wanting to see him happy and feeling a pang of envy at the connection he was forging with someone else.

The woman’s laughter and Sanji's charismatic charm only intensified your conflicting emotions. You tried to push the jealousy aside - After all, you were having your own engaging conversation at the bar, and there was no reason for you to feel this way.

However, despite your best efforts, the jealousy lingered, gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. 

"You really should slow down with that," Dos, the kind stranger you had been talking to, spoke in a gentle but firm tone.  "It's a strong drink, and you don't want to overdo it."

You waved off his advice with a carefree gesture, taking another swig of your drink ''Let’s dance!''

The effects of the cocktails you had consumed began to take hold. Your movements became a bit unsteady, and your laughter grew louder and more exuberant. 

As you danced, the world around you seemed to blur, and the music's infectious rhythm took hold of your senses. You twirled and swayed, laughter spilling from your lips.

Sanji watched you and Dos from a distance, concern etched on his face as he observed your intoxicated state. He couldn't help but worry about your well-being, and when he saw you stumble slightly while dancing, he decided it was time to step in.

With a determined stride, he approached the pair, his voice polite but laced with a hint of concern. "Hey," he said, addressing Dos with a friendly smile, "Mind if I steal her from you for a moment? She's had a bit too much to drink, and I'd like to make sure she's okay."

Dos, understanding the situation, nodded with a kind and understanding expression. "Of course," he replied. "Take care of your friend. She's a great dancer, by the way." He gave you a nod and a pat on the shoulder before stepping back, allowing Sanji to take over.

Sanji's eye twitched in irritation before turning his attention to you, offering a supportive arm. "Come on, darling," he said gently, "let's get you back to the ship. We wouldn't want you feeling too rough in the morning."

“What? No!”

Sanji sighed inwardly, recognizing that your intoxicated state might make you a bit stubborn. He maintained his composure, trying to reason with you in a patient tone. "I know you're having a good time, but you've had enough to drink, and I don't want you to wake up with a terrible hangover," he explained, his concern still evident in his eyes.

You pouted and swayed a bit on your feet, clearly not in the mood to leave the lively atmosphere of the restaurant. "But the music is so fun, and Dos is a great dance partner!" you protested, clinging to the bar for support.

Sanji visibly frowned at your response, continuing to try to convince you to leave the restaurant and head back to the ship for your own well-being. He couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the attention you were giving Dos and the time you were spending together, especially in your drunken state.

However, just as he was about to insist more, you surprised him by wrapping your arms around him. The sudden embrace caught him off guard, and he blinked in surprise, his irritation now forgotten.

You looked up at him with a playful glint in your eye, your smile a bit mischievous. "Sanji," you said, your voice warm and inviting, "Why don't we dance together for a little while? I promise to go back to the ship after this dance."

Sanji's heart skipped a beat at your unexpected invitation. He couldn't resist your charm and the genuine affection he saw in your eyes. His irritation and jealousy melted away as he reciprocated your embrace, holding you close.

A smile graced his lips as he nodded in agreement. "Of course, my dear," he replied, his voice softening. "I'd be delighted to dance with you."

As Sanji led you in graceful twirls and elegant steps, it was clear that his skill as a dancer was remarkable, even in his slightly tipsy state. His movements were fluid and precise, his confidence shining through as he guided you across the dance floor.

"You know, Sanji," you began. "if we ever get tired of the pirate life, we could always become a dance duo. We'd make a fortune!"

Sanji couldn't help but play along with your mischievous idea. He flashed a grin and replied, "Well, my dear, I've heard rumors of the Grand Line hosting various dance competitions. Perhaps we could establish a reputation as the most stylish pirate dance duo to ever grace those waters."

You both chuckled, the idea of swaying and twirling your way to fame in the pirate world sounding both ridiculous and enticing.

You continued, "And just think, our crewmates can be our backup dancers. We'll be unstoppable!"

Sanji nodded with enthusiasm. "Exactly! Nami could handle the finances, Zoro could... well, maybe not Zoro. But we'll figure something out."

Your head tilted back, and the room was filled with the sound of your laughter.

Sanji, in the midst of his actions, came to a gradual halt, his eyes locked onto yours. You, in response, blinked and offered a soft smile in his direction. The feel of your skin against his, the warmth of your gaze, it all etched itself into his memory like a haunting melody that grew louder and more insistent with each attempt he made to forget it. 

There was nothing in the world as beautiful as the sound of your laughter, he realized.

"Sanji?" Your voice, a soft and affectionate whisper, flowed effortlessly from your lips, reaching his ears like a melody he couldn't resist.

His name on your tongue was a sweet symphony, a cherished melody that he longed to hear over and over.

He leaned closer, his fingers gently entangling in your hair, savoring the intoxicating sensation of being close to you. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the warmth of your presence, the tenderness in your voice.

...and just as he was about to close the distance between your lips, the world around you seemed to blur.

In that suspended moment something inexplicable happened. It was as if time itself had taken a sudden twist, and reality slipped through your fingers like grains of sand. Everything became fragmented, and your consciousness spiraled into darkness.

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Hear me out

Reader who came from earth to pandora because she had a hard life there (fighting in the army from a young age etc) and she always looks tough but one day she bursts into tears in front of neteyam since he's the only one she trusts

She doesn't know what it feels like to be loved or cared for, her parents abandoned her or died when she was little but neteyam is there to hold her :),

YES YES OML I love this idea sm, madi pookie! Hearing you out all the way😝

Warnings: angst with fluff, cursing, angst without plot(kinda?) and I think that’s it. lmk if I missed anything, and enjoy, my love<3

This idea is so “Jonny” and “Stay ready” coded so we’re gonna listen to this while we read!

You knew today was gonna be a rough day, based on the heavy feeling you felt weighing down on your whole body, but you didn’t know it’d be this bad.

With you, crying in your bestfriends lap with your arms wrapped around him tightly while he whispered soft, reassuring words to you to calm your sobs, but they js made it worse.

How could he still be so caring? Even when you were crying pathetically in front of him?

The more those thoughts swelled in your head, the more tears burned in your eyes, threatening to flow over your tear stained cheeks. Neteyam felt horrible, he knew you were hurting, but he didn’t know it was this bad. All he could do was rub gentle patterns on your back while whispering gentle words into your ear, occasionally kissing your temple and forehead to sooth you.

Once your sobs finally soften, you unwrap you arms from his strong frame, sitting up and wiping your face free of tears. He doesn’t say anything, just looking at you with the most precious smile as he takes in your breathtaking features. Even when you were crying you still managed to be so beautiful.

“I’m sorry, that was-“ you started, but you were quickly cut off by the firm grip on your wrist, “don’t. It’s ok, babygirl, I promise. You never have to apologize to me when it comes to what you need.” He says simply, the words made you smile as tears of happiness flowed from your face, instinctively making neteyam reach over to wipe your face free of the tears.

You let out a small ‘thank you’ before glancing to his lips, then back to his eyes, now suddenly becoming away of how close you two are. And how he didn’t move his hand away from you face, instead he placed it so he was cupping the side of it.

It felt as if everything on pandora was pulling you into his comforting embrace, telling you to just let it happen, to let your guard down. His thumb brushes your bottom lip softly, glancing from your lips to your eyes before looking at you directly, “can I kiss you, yawntu? {beloved}” It was quiet, only ment for your ears to hear. You nod your head “yes” at the question, your whole body internally shaking with excitement as he leans in and presses his lips against yours.

The kiss is slow, yet passionate. You hum softly into the kiss, instinctively pressing your body closer against his to feel more of him against you. He does the same, wrapping his strong arms to pull you closer to him, but still being careful to not hurt you.

Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly when you feel him squeeze the flesh of your waist. It goes on like this for what feels like forever, you never knew that a single kiss could leave you so happy and euphoric, yet here you are.

Reluctantly, you both pull away, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I’ve met you,”

“I’m glad the feeling was mutual then.”

A/N~ WAHH this was such a cute idea! I loved writing this sm<3 madi ilysm btw😝💕

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⠀⠀𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆, 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┊ 𝐉. 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑

༄ ┊CHARACTERS ; jack krauser x fem!reader (slight mentions of leon x reader but barely)

༄ ┊SYNOPSIS ; jack krauser meets you from a friend, leon kennedy, and he quickly became obsessed with you. now he’s decided to take that obsession a step further and take what he wants

༄ ┊WARNINGS ; 4.9K WORDS, STALKING, NON-CON, p in v smut, fingering, cunnilingus, he breaks into ur house, pet names (darlin’, baby), no aftercare, non-con “breeding”, general dark content, ┊ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

༄ ┊AUTHOR NOTES ; okay so this has been sat in my drafts since RE4RE came out so I had to get it posted !! I didn’t really finish writing it, so sorry it ends a little weird and abruptly, I just needed it gone !!! plus I NEED more krauser content oml — anyway not many people post for him so here’s a little something something

obsession

/əbˈsɛʃn/

noun

the state of being obsessed with someone or something.

"she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession"

an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind.

"he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist"

Krauser watched from his car as your bedroom curtains slid shut, soon after followed the light being turned off and the room becoming dark.

He twisted his wrist to check the time, 23:47. A nod to himself as he tapped a small button that protruded out of the side of the watch, starting an hour timer that he planned on letting run the entire way through — just enough time for you to get to sleep.

The street lamp flickered with a dim orange glow above his Jeep, barely enough to light up the area if it weren’t for the rain on the windows and the road distorting the light and bathing the entire street in an amber hue.

The pulsing of the light was strangely calming to Jack, it was slow and rhythmic and even attracted a couple of moths under its rays of light, plus it served as a great distraction to sooth his rapidly growing impatience.

Krauser closed his eyes and listened to the way the rain pit-a-patted on the roof, the sound echoing through the car as he waited for the time to pass, his mind being dragged back to when he first ever met you.

“Hey, Krauser,” Leon shouted over as he walked into the training area with you close by his side, “alright if my friend sits in just for today?”

“Yeah, sure.” Krauser replied after a moment of hesitation, but he still gave you a small smile as you came into his view.

Leon swiftly introduced you both to each other and you politely exchanged pleasantries, then you took a seat on the wooden crates that lined the metal containers off to the side of the training mats, making sure to stay out of the way of them both.

Krauser had to admit to himself that you were quite the distraction, he’d been caught off guard by your beauty, your demeanour, everything about you — you were completely breathtaking. Luckily he was still more skilled than Leon, easily beating him at every turn even when he liked to think he wasn’t trying to, a slight distraction wasn’t going to change anything.

An hour passed by quickly as you watched both of the men fight and train, getting far too caught up in it like you were watching some reality show, occasionally cheering them on before covering your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

Neither of the men cared much that you did it, they found it rather endearing and played into it, giving stupid little commentaries and acting like they were in a cheesy movie’s badly scripted fight scene.

The training was only interrupted when Leon’s phone began ringing in his coat next to you, and it didn’t take him two seconds to run over and answer it — clearly it was an important call judging by the way he flashed you an apologetic smile and ducked out of the room with a wave.

“Hey, so you train with Leon, right?” Krauser walked over to you while taking a sip of his water, a towel hanging over his shoulder and the sweat still running down his forehead and bare chest.

“Uhh, yeah, I suppose you could call it that,” you smiled and put your phone down to be polite, “I wouldn’t really call it training, we just go to the gym together, he’s helping me get fit and stay that way — it’s really…nice”

“Yeah? What type of stuff do you do?”

“Mostly cardio and some weight training, I only started lifting weights recently so they’re still pretty light, but I’m hoping soon I can start lifting heavier and build up my strength.”

Krauser nodded and smiled, he was impressed with your dedication, knowing it wasn’t easy to get into a routine. You told him how you were mostly doing it for your mental well-being rather than physical effects, and he told you he does the same most of the time, explaining how much it can help with taking your mind off the things you’d rather not think about.

You both sat and chatted to each other for roughly twenty minutes while Leon was still out of the room on the phone to whoever, and surprisingly enough to you, you got on well with Krauser — he seemed kind and caring, and genuinely interesting to talk to.

“Well, hey, if you ever wanna learn self defence or anything like that, feel free to ask me.”

“Really?” You smiled brightly at him, giving him cute puppy dog eyes that you weren’t even aware you were doing, “I’d love that!”

“Great, we can start whenever you want, just let me know and I’ll clear my schedule.”

“Would…now be an inconvenience? Just a little, of course! While we wait for Leon?”

Jack laughed and nodded, “sure.”

He held his hand out and pulled you up off the box after he stood up, catching you against his sweaty chest before you regained your balance.

You both walked over to the mats that were laid out on the floor for padding, and he walked you through some simple steps, nothing too confusing or exhausting.

His hands rested on your lower back then ran up to your arms as he adjusted your position to stand correctly, his hands lingering across the bare parts of your skin, but not long enough for you to grow concerned, of course.

He was smarter than that.

He stood beside you and showed you what to do, throwing some punches into the air in front of himself and letting you copy his movements.

He was impressed with how fast you learnt, and he’d almost completely forgotten that he’d been training Leon not even thirty minutes prior, instead he was fully focused on you and the way you moved. His eyes carefully trailing up and down your body, taking in every curve and line he could see, admiration twinkling in his eyes.

For the next few weeks you came and watched Krauser and Leon train even though you weren’t supposed to, and then on Thursdays you’d come alone in secret to be trained by him.

You’d usually stay a few hours and truth be told, you enjoyed every minute of it. He was a great teacher and he made it easy to learn — he never treated you like you were stupid even when you messed up badly and swore up and down that you were going to quit after embarrassing yourself so much.

Eventually you moved on to floor work after he was happy with the progress you’d been making with the basics, and he showed you what would happen if you ever ended up in a situation where you were on the floor or you needed to do a takedown yourself.

Krauser could feel himself becoming more and more captivated by you, everytime he was above you with his hands pinning yours down to the mat, your chest rising up and down as you tried to catch your breath. The way you looked up at him, so innocent and helpless, it was almost enough to make him lose his composure right then and there, but of course he never did. He remained professional the entire time, never once hinting that he was picturing himself fucking into you, your nails scratching down his back, your eyes rolling back as his name slipped from your pretty glossed lips.

He couldn’t help himself when it came to you, he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you struggled against him, your hips grinding against his crotch without even realising it. He was a lot bigger and stronger than you were, a complete domineering figure compared to you, and he ate it up as much as he could — how much he got off having you look so delicate and weak below him.

“Okay, how the hell am I supposed to get out of this?”

“Come on, think…” he smiled down innocently, as if he were trying to get you to realise the answer yourself rather than him just enjoying having himself slotted between your plump thighs, “what makes the most sense to do?”

Krauser sighed with annoyance as the hour timer went off, slightly startling him out of his lovely thoughts, to his dismay.

His eyes gazed toward your bedroom window once again, checking for any signs that you were still awake, a slight glow that came from the screen of your phone or a dim light off to the side that meant you were in the bathroom — but luckily for him, everything remained pitch black and still.

Jack reached over and grabbed his phone from the dashboard, placing it on mute before shoving it into his right pocket and sliding out of the car, shutting the door behind him as quietly as he could.

Once he made it over the street he casually walked around the side of your home like he lived there himself, checking both ways before doing so, just to make sure no one was watching nearby.

Jack had been watching you for weeks, learning your routine and as much as humanly possible about you, because of course he wanted to protect you and get to know you at the same time.

It didn’t take much for a man like him, with his skills and knowledge, plus his access to any equipment he may need, to get all the information he wanted — it was easy for him to get whatever he wanted without anyone really asking any questions, after all he was a respectable and honourable soldier.

Just from watching you he had learnt your weekly routine extremely fast, after all, you were a creature of habit and you didn’t like to change the days you did things, if you could help it.

On Wednesdays you’d go food shopping, Thursdays you’d complete any chores that needed doing out of the home, and Friday night at roughly 19:00 you’d go down to the local bar to meet Leon and drink until walking home between 12:00-01:00am.

Not only that but you’d made it easier for him by being kind enough to give him your social media’s alongside your number when you had been training with him, telling him you ‘don’t really give these to anyone’ — obviously you liked him because he wasn’t just ‘anyone’, and he knew that you must have secretly loved him just as he loved you, but you were just too scared to admit it out loud.

He often viewed your social media even when you didn’t post much, it gave him a lot of insight into your life when you weren’t with himself or Leon. He learnt your favourite colour and the song you’d been listening to on repeat, how you’d found a new romance book to read and you were actually enjoying it which surprised you, even how your new shoes were so nice but they’d given you really bad blisters.

Krauser couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with you with each new thing he learnt, you were just so perfect for him and there wasn’t a single thing he didn’t love about you.

Well, other than maybe Leon.

He knew, deep down, Leon was a good guy, but he was too content with being weak and being a loser. He wasn’t good enough for you, and Jack knew that Leon would only drag you down with him. You needed someone strong and smart, someone loyal and protective, and Leon just wasn’t that guy.

“Come on, I taught you better than this, baby.” Krauser muttered to himself as he grabbed your spare house key from under a rock that was placed conveniently next to the large plant pot that hid it out of normal view.

He sighed as he silently turned the key and unlocked the door, his head shaking side to side at the fact you’d remove the key from the door on the inside which meant he could get in. Luckily for you of course, it was only him entering your home, after all it could have been some crazy person that was looking to hurt you or worse.

Once he was in the house he clicked the door shut and re-locked it, slipping the key into the same pocket as his phone while he crept toward the stairs.

He knew he had to forgive you for this little blunder you’d made, he knew you were smart and everyone makes errors, but maybe he just had to punish you nicely so you wouldn’t be so silly and leave a key out in the open like that ever again.

He snuck his way through your house and made his way to the stairway, he slid his hand up the railing as support while walking on the outer, less used edges of the wooden stairs — making sure they wouldn’t creak as much under his weight, not wanting to risk waking you before he even got to you.

As he made it to the top he could see you’d left the bedroom door slightly ajar for him, a slither of light coming through the door from the streetlight outside your window guiding his way perfectly. A slight smile crept along his face as he held his breath and listened out for you as he stood before your door, and finally after hearing a cute and almost silent little snore come from the room, he let out his breath and continued moving forward.

Jack ceased all movement at the foot of your bed as you slowly rolled over, his heartbeat thumping loudly in his ears, the adrenaline surging through his body as he prepared for himself to be caught right then and there in that moment.

But you didn’t wake up.

Instead of your eyes fluttering open, you moved to the side and the sheets slid off your skin, showing your bare legs and leaving them exposed to his gaze. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes up and down your body, his excitement growing only more when he saw that you were only wearing some cute panties and a thin vest top.

How easily it’ll be to take them off, the voice in his head echoed.

He smiled to himself as he palmed at his cock through his pants, the anticipation already building in his lower abdomen as his thoughts ran wild.

Finally, he had you exactly where he wanted you, he’d be able to do all the things he had only been able to fantasise about while you were training together, he’d be able to show you exactly how much he loves you.

It was a miracle that you hadn’t realised that he was borderline obsessed with you before this point, he was always checking up on you and seemingly knowing about the things you’d done over the weekend — always saying how you mentioned it earlier in the day when you questioned him on how he knew, and of course you believed him, he’d never lie to you, why would he?

You were adorable, the definition of perfection to him, there was no one in this world like you — and that meant you had to belong to him, he wouldn’t let someone else soil you with their worthless hands.

He knew you’d be thankful, after all he was doing you a favour, right?

Who in their right mind would want a worthless man fawning over them so pathetically, making an embarrassment out of themselves as they tried to get your attention. Plus, who could protect you like he could? Nobody.

While lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even realised his cock was in his hand, his wrist moving just barely but still enough for him to buck his hips into his fist as his eyes continued to wander along every part of your exposed skin.

“Fuck~” a breathy sigh left his mouth as his head fell back and his mouth opened, his hand pumping quicker and quicker, his mind overflowing with images of you and your body, the thoughts of your whimpers and whines as he buries his cock deep inside of you and coats your womb thick with his cum.

But before he could get his release, he stopped. He had to save himself for you, not wanting a single drop of his seed to go to waste, it all needed to be sat snug inside of your cunt.

Without much hesitation he stripped himself down naked, he cock slapping lightly against his belly as he walked to the side of your bed and lifted the sheets off to the side as carefully as possible.

Your legs were already slightly parted for him and there was just enough light coming into your room for him to see a little wet patch on the crotch of your panties beginning to form. A wide smile appeared on his face and he licked his lips, he was like a starving animal about to devour his first meal in weeks, hooking his fingers along the waistband of your underwear he carefully slid them down and off of your body.

You shuffled at the sensation but never enough to stir from your sleep and luckily for him you parted your legs even more as you tried to roll over, a clear invitation for him to slot himself between them.

Krauser stared feverishly at the prize before him, your cunt already being aroused from whatever dream you’d been having — most likely about him, he thought…he knew.

Who else would you be dreaming about, after all?

The dream felt so real, so tantalisingly good that it was like you had died and gone to heaven. The smell of whiskey and cologne hanging heavy in the air, music playing quietly in the background all while Leon grabbed at your hips and kept you still as you tried to lift yourself from his face, his fingertips digging into your plush skin as his tongue grinded against your puffy, sensitive clit.

You let your head fall back while strings of moans and sighs slipped from your parted lips, your thighs quivering around his head with every pass of his tongue until you finally came.

It all felt so real even as you stirred awake from your sleep, the feelings of your dream finally dissipating and bringing you back to the disappointing reality.

Your back arched from the bed and another quiet moan slipped from your throat, your eyes forcing themselves to open against their will.

Your thighs squeezed themselves shut as you felt an orgasm wash over you, a real one this time, and Krauser’s hands wrapped tightly around your legs, welcoming the feeling of your thighs crushing his head.

A shaky sigh left your body as you finally came down from your high, barely being able to concentrate as his tongue continued lapping up your juices — pushing its way into you before teasingly flicking over your already overstimulated clit.

It took only a moment before the panic set in, the fear of realising someone was between your legs and not knowing who it was. The fact that you weren’t still just living some high from a great dream, but someone was inside your home, inside your room.

You pushed and kicked to no avail, panicked shouts and cries before you ripped the sheets back and saw Krauser staring back up at you with a devilish grin plastered across his face.

“What the—”

“Shh,” his hand reached up to your lips to silence you within a second as he sat up on his knees.

His body was highlighted perfectly from the subtle lighting that came through your curtains from the street light outside. His muscles sculpted so deliciously, his abs being the perfect backdrop for his already rock hard cock to lean against.

“Like what you see, hmm?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts, with horror.

You watched on as he ran his finger delicately along his smooth chin before licking them, not wanting any of you to go to waste, after all you tasted so goddamn good to him.

“How the fuck did you..”

“Get in? Easily.” He spoke with such confidence, like he hadn’t done anything wrong — somewhat sounding proud of himself for what he’d done.

Krauser ran his hands up your thighs before grabbing the hem of your flimsy night shirt, one swift yank and he ripped it in half, leaving your chest exposed to him.

Instinctively your hands wrapped around your body, a desperate attempt to hide yourself from him which displeased him so obviously.

“Don’t hide from me, darlin’.”

His large hands wrapped around your wrists and forced them above your head, easily adjusting his grip so both of your hands were pinned down by just one of his.

He used his free hand to explore your body, his calloused fingers sliding along your ribs before finally halting just under your tits. A small grin appeared on his face as his thumb rubbed across your hardened nipple, enjoying the way you flinched against his touch, your body betraying you so easily.

“Krauser, please…” you pleaded with him but your pleas fell upon deaf ears, he was adamant to get what he came for, and he knew that in the end you’d be grateful that he did.

It didn’t take long before he got too impatient with the teasing and tugging of your nipples, no matter how much he adored the cute little sounds you made as he did. Instead, his hand began sliding down your stomach and between your opened legs, his body still wedged between them so you couldn’t even think about shutting them.

“Please, please just stop, Krauser!” The tears had already started to roll down your cheeks as you fought against his tight grip, but he ignored you as if you weren’t even speaking.

He used his middle finger to slide between your folds, barely even brushing against your puffy clit but still you couldn’t help but react, a small whimper escaping from your throat as you watched him through blurred eyes.

After coating his fingers in your slick, he pushed his way into you, slowly and deeply, his eyes watching as his finger disappeared into you.

Your hips grinded down toward him, needy for some friction and you couldn’t help but hate yourself.

This man broke into your house and here you were, moaning as he stretched you out with another large finger, curling them so impeccably that it didn’t even take him a minute to find that spot inside of you that practically made you melt in his hands.

Jack pumped his fingers in and out of you, going between that and curling them in you, relishing in the sounds not only you made, but the sounds your wet cunt made, too.

“I knew you didn’t want me to stop.”

He used his palm to grind across your clit as he leaned forward, peppering small kisses along your jaw, his tongue licking from your chin up to your bottom lip.

“Ah~ Krauser, wait please.”

“That’s it, come apart for me, baby.” His tongue traced a line along your lip before he began to kiss you, sloppy and desperate but it didn’t matter, you could barely kiss him back anyway.

You tried to swallow your moans and not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was making you feel that good, you tried so hard to stop yourself from coming on his fingers, but no matter what you did you just weren’t a match for him.

As much as you hated it, he was good at what he was doing to you. It was like he had a map to your body and he knew exactly how to traverse it perfectly, every touch setting your nerves on fire, your stomach flipping with anticipation and fear as your eyes followed his every moment.

He sat back on his feet and lazily gave his cock a few pumps in his hand before he laid down next to you, pushing you onto your side so he could lay behind you like he was spooning you.

“Jack, it’s not gonna fit!” you pushed against him and tried to escape but he wasn’t having any of it, “please just leave, I swear I won’t tell anyone, I promise, I promise please.”

His arm had already wrapped around you, resting just below your tits as he pulled you back flush against his chest with a crushing grip. Your hands reached up and grabbed at his bicep, trying so hard to push yourself away from him, your nails digging into his flesh hoping that it’d stop him, but he was far stronger than you were and simply didn’t care for your attempts.

“Oh darlin’, I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

The tip of his cock pressed against your folds, inadvertently gathering your slick along it as he teased your entrance so daintily, like he was scared you’d shatter in his hands if he were too rough for even a moment.

“Krauser, aah~” as soon as you uttered his name, he couldn’t resist any longer.

He bullied himself into you, his cock sinking further and further into you until he couldn’t move anymore, your walls forcibly stretching out around him, a painful sting but he promised it’d only hurt for a second.

For a fleeting moment he remained perfectly still, savouring the feeling of how your pussy fluttered around him in an attempt to force him back out, because even after all he’d done to prepare you, you wouldn’t relax for him and you were only making it more painful for yourself.

Krauser could only wait so much, though. After all, he’d been waiting so very long, and his patience had worn thin long ago.

He pulled his hips back agonisingly slowly before slamming back into you, his arm still wrapped too tight around your body so you couldn’t move too far from him.

Every slow thrust into you knocked the wind straight out of your lungs, your breath already being shallow from the way his arm was crushing you. His pace remained slow, too focused on the way your cunt felt, how with every drag of his cock he could feel the way your walls gripped around him like they didn’t want to let him go.

He wasn’t afraid to admit it, he was addicted to you. You were like a drug that he couldn’t get enough of, so purely intoxicating that he couldn’t help but get lost in you — never being sure whether he wanted to return back to reality or not.

The only thing that finally pulled him out of his thoughts and slow thrusts was the sound of his name. Fuck, how that drove him crazy. How perfectly his name rolled off your tongue, your moans so innocent and seductive without even trying.

If Krauser did believe in any God, he’d surely believe in that moment that you were made just for him.

His pace sped up, getting too carried away and not even bothering to notice how you whimpered and cried, your fingers still clawing at his arm every time the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“Fuck, babe…” he groaned in your ear, his breathing heavy and uneven, never trying to hide how good you were making him feel.

And the tears never stopped rolling from your eyes, you couldn’t believe what was happening yet you couldn’t help but enjoy every thrust of his cock, how he angled himself perfectly to make sure he was pleasuring you, too.

It was obvious he didn’t want to hurt you on purpose, but that just made you feel dirtier, he was still an intruder, a friend that betrayed your trust in the worst way imaginable — but you were liking it.

Jack released his bruising grip from around your ribs and let his hand slide down between your legs, using his finger to rub rough circles against your clit, adding to the stimulation his cock was already giving you.

Your hand grabbed at his but you weren’t fighting him anymore, instead you let him have his way with you and every single moan that he forced from your lips only led him to fuck you harder.

“Fuck, you like this, huh?” He chuckled as he forced you onto your stomach, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck and pushing your face against the mattress.

“Jack wait”, your words muffled by the pillow you were gripping onto, his hips mercilessly slamming into you as he chased his own high.

The bed creaked every time he moved his body, and you were sure that the wooden slats would break beneath you both at any moment.

The feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock was enough to send him barrelling over the edge, his hand slapping the fat of your ass as he pumped his cum deep into you without caring that you were begging him not to.

You laid motionless as his hand rubbed up and down your back, ignoring the light kisses on your shoulder as the weight on the other side of the bed disappeared. You weren’t fully sure how much time had passed since he pulled himself out of you, but you could still feel the way his cum leaked out of your abused hole and stained the sheets under you.

“So, we still on for training tomorrow, baby? I got some new things to teach you…”

[leona-hawthorne]

WOO!! I NEED A MINUTE 😮‍💨😮‍💨

“oh I’m sorry, your beautiful thighs were covering my ears pretty girl, say it again.”

he’s such a fucking tease, i love him so much

“my pretty girl thinks she can get what she wants when she hasn’t learned her lesson yet?”

pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

You took in a deep breath and committed his words to memory, a vow he was desperate to carve through the depths of your soul, if that’s what it took for you to see what he saw. Breathtaking curves, thighs he could get lost in for days, and the tender softness of your flesh.

wait i’m crying, this tenderness and lovingness from mattheo is so dear to me

“Your body is beautiful and every inch of you is loveable,”

he’s so perfect 😭😭 need someone to look at me irl and say those exact words oml ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

coming undone

Where Mattheo fucks away your insecurities with his mouth. Based on this request.

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader

Warning: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (f!receiving), established relationship, characters are aged up, plus sized reader

a/n: thank you dearly to my beloved wifeyy @pizzaapeteer for proofreading and helping with pics.

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“P-please, Matty” soft pleas escaped your lips, your fingers tangled in his curls as you held on to the last strands of your sanity, “need to cum.” Your shallow breaths mingled with the sloppy sounds of Mattheo’s mouth feasting on your needy cunt.

All night he worshipped you with soft kisses, long licks, and slow suctions that sent you right at the edge of the cliff, eager to surrender to the euphoric waves below, but not quite getting the final push you needed.

You tugged at his hair harder and bucked your hips when he ignored you, letting your body speak for you. A chuckle escaped his lips, “oh I’m sorry, your beautiful thighs were covering my ears pretty girl, say it again.” You groaned in frustration and his fingers replaced his mouth, rubbing slow circles around your clit. He stared at you with wild eyes, his face glistening with your slick. You were going to have to beg for it.

“I need to cum, please Matty,” you tried again and squirmed when he gently slapped your dripping pussy. Your soft whimpers filled the air and he spoke, “my pretty girl thinks she can get what she wants when she hasn’t learned her lesson yet?” There was a sharp edge to his voice that pierced through your nerves. “What did I tell you about putting yourself down?”

You closed your eyes and recalled your tears from earlier when you spilled your insecurities to Mattheo and he said he knew how to make you feel better. The pleasure made your toes curl and kept you lightheaded, but you tried to focus and recall what he told you earlier. “M-my body is beautiful.”

“And?” Mattheo pressed on, fingers moving around your sensitive spots, sending sparks of pleasures all the way down your toes.

You took in a deep breath and committed his words to memory, a vow he was desperate to carve through the depths of your soul, if that’s what it took for you to see what he saw. Breathtaking curves, thighs he could get lost in for days, and the tender softness of your flesh. “My body is beautiful and every inch of me is loveable.”

“That’s right,” he flashed you a wicked grin. “Now keep chanting that and you’ll be rewarded. Will you be a good girl for me?”

You nodded, repeating the words. Heat swelled deep in your core and you arched your back as Mattheo entered you with his fingers, coaxing your release. He sucked at your clit the way you liked it, alternating with his tongue and lips. The words rang through you until the final stroke pushed you off the edge, plunging straight into ecstasy, turning you into a moaning mess. Pleasure coursed through you in waves as you shook, walls fluttering against Mattheo’s playful fingers.

“That’s my pretty girl,” he encouraged as you gave him everything you had.

When you came down from your high, Mattheo leaned over you and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Your body is beautiful and every inch of you is loveable,” he repeated once again as sincere eyes gazed into you. He’d never let you forget.

You smiled back at him, at the boy who always dived headfirst into reckless danger with his signature smirk. Yet here he was, sweet and gentle for you. “How did I get so lucky?” you wondered aloud.

“Oh, you won’t be thinking that soon when I have you begging for me again,” he said as he unbuckled his trousers. “Didn’t think we were done yet, love? We’ve got the rest of the night ahead of us.”

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[beneathashadytree]

omg hello! I was the anon that requested that law one shot and can i just say, it was so perfect. i feel like you wrote for him so well i absolutely adored it sm. thank you for taking the time to write it! it was so well written and I felt like law wasn’t ooc at all ahhh. tysm.

anyways i saw you were still looking for more one piece requests so i decided i’d request again (if that’s okay? if not ignore me, my apologies.) but another one piece man that i am absolutely head over heels for is zoro. i simp for this man so hard oml. if you could write a zoro x reader where the reader is jealous of hiryori and her interactions with zoro during the wano arc i will cry (i think i speak for most zoro simps when i say we were all jealous of this girl during this arc.) i guess this would fall under a hurt/comfort genre too? idk. i’d imagine reader is part of the straw hats though, and that there’s a some sort of unspoken preexisting relationship there but that’s all up to you! thank you so much!

YOURS, MINE - RORONOA ZORO X READER

Warnings : general negative feelings, this isn’t to depict Hiyori in a bad light at all, there will be lots of plot holes in this because I am nowhere near Wano, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort (my fav hehe)

Word count : 3.0K (holy. shit.)

Additional notes : Oh nonnie, I’m so so glad you liked the Law piece! I enjoyed myself sm while writing it so I’m happy it paid off 🥰 And thank you so much for requesting! However I have a terrible announcement to make… I am absolutely nowhere near Wano😭 I’m VERY behind on One Piece, as I’ve said in my rules for requesting. I had to spoil myself the entirety of the whole Hiyori thing to write this, and I did a lot of research to do that, so there might be some discrepancies. I did adore the request idea though, and I so desperately want to write for One Piece characters, so I got it done! I hope it’s not a let-down though😭 Let me know what you think💗

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They’d never thought that there would come a day when they would say this, but they were dangerously close to cursing Zoro’s soft-heartedness winning over this time. After all, it was what had gotten them into this mess of a situation in the first place.

Initially, they’d set off with Zoro, as they often did. Considering the fact that they’d always been the one he’d tolerated the most amongst the crew, it had only been natural that their shared comfortable silence slowly developed into lingering glances, prolonged-more-than-was-probably-necessary subtle skin contact, lazy naps together bathed in sunlight in the crow’s nest, and worried murmurs in each other’s ears whenever one left to fight on their own. The development was a gradual one that left a blanket of bliss covering them amidst all the blood and sweat, and so they reveled in always accompanying one another, the words expressing how they felt left unspoken.

They’d shared Zoro’s skepticism when the breathtaking young woman had run in their direction, the frantic look in her eyes only increasing her wariness as she begged the swordsman to help her and the child burrowed in her arms. He didn’t get much time to choose, given that Kamazo had chosen that moment to aim his blade at her—and with a quick glance at her bloodied clothes and visible terror, he struck back as the horrible fight ensued. His kindness and soft spot for weak children and women being sullied by the bloody hands of the wicked had won over.

It wasn’t out of weakness or cowardice that they’d snuck away. Given their experience with the Strawhats, they could certainly pull their own in a fight; after all, that was how Zoro had come to respect them so fiercely from the start. However, they could very distinctly recall an argument from a long-distant past—one where he’d very clearly (almost harshly, even, if they hadn’t known him too well to think that of him) asked them to not interfere with his fights. Clumsy as he was with his firm words, they knew the lingering message.

I cannot guarantee our safety if I worry too much about your protection. I truly cannot afford any distractions. Your strength will be needed elsewhere. I can deal with things better on my own.

Respecting his decision and the effort it took for him to get over his pride to admit that, they’d since adhered to their solo battle strategies. And so with that talk still in mind, they’d left him to protect the woman and the girl, determination set on their face as they bounded off with their own plan to dispose of anyone that should prove to be a threat.

A decision they’d come to horribly regret, really. Especially when they’d happened to stumble upon the shack while scouting Zoro out, overhearing muffled sounds from inside. If they strained their ears hard enough, they could make out what could be soft words of gratitude and immense admiration from a female voice. Frowning, they peered in through the window and saw a sight that sent a painful pang ringing through their chest.

The stunning woman (Hiyori was her name, they’d come to learn) had herself entirely wrapped around his bandaged arm, tugging at him with a sweet expression of concern on her face that reminded them an awful lot of the worry they often wished to display whenever Zoro went out on his own. That feeling was too familiar for them to not recognize, and knowing that this woman was harboring it had them feeling worse than they’d expected.

Zoro’s exasperation and agitation seeped through his yowl as Hiyori pulled at his injured arm once again, and they had half a mind to strut in and push her away. How insensitive of her; pushing a heavily wounded man like that, even if he himself insisted on moving, was absurd! The swordsman knew his own limits well, but aggravating his injury still was too careless of her.

The bitter thoughts welling up inside of them stunned them momentarily, and they stilled in place from outside the shack. Since when had the mere idea of seeing him with someone else disturbed them so greatly? This wasn’t fair on either of them. Hiyori had no blame in this—after all, the young woman hadn’t done anything wrong to cause them to feel such anger towards her. In fact, she’d protected Toko as best as she could, even going as far as to shield her with her body.

And in all honesty, they couldn’t even blame her for expressing admiration for the man that had clearly stepped up and risked dealing all of the damage for their sake. His incredible strength and indomitable mental fortitude were a force to be reckoned with, and they knew more than anyone else just how awe-inspiring he was.

But a small part of them—the part that dug its heel in and turned its nose away to spout venomous words in their mind—remained stubbornly annoyed. Hadn’t their own feelings sprouted from admiration as well? It was how things started, wasn’t it?

No, no, that wouldn’t do. They shook their head at the awful thoughts that clouded their mind, no longer even looking through the window, too caught up in their messy thoughts. Before pointing any fingers and getting mad at a woman they’d never even met prior to this, they’d have to remember that Zoro didn’t owe them anything. After all, there hadn’t been anything official between them; nothing of concrete substance. It wasn’t as though he was their boyfriend.

Still, the very thought alone drove a sharp knife deeper into their gut, twisting and leaving a gut-wrenching pain in its wake. Perhaps it was only wishful thinking and useless whining on their part, but a part of them had believed that words weren’t needed to expressed the affection they’d thought they’d shared between them—and perhaps they’d blindly hoped that that same sentiment would’ve been enough reason for him to completely rebuke any approaches from Hiyori. He couldn’t be that oblivious, really, could he?

This was just ridiculous. With a roll of their shoulders and a determined expression on their face, they brushed off all their distracting thoughts. Dwelling too long on this was useless. The conversation going on inside had long turned to background noise, and with that, they walked off.

***

After finally catching up with the rest of the crew at the ruins of Oden castle, they slumped in their seat, a detached and rather despondent look on their face.

“Weren’t you with Zoro?” Nami asked, a small frown on her face as she watched a troubled look flash in their eyes. “What did that idiot do?”

They weren’t really trying to be rude or anything, but they hadn’t the willpower to mention anything they’d seen. It wasn’t important anyways, so they only shrugged and hoped that it would pass as that. Nami’s frown only deepened, but before she could open her mouth to question them further, a loud cry of their names had them turning around to watch as Brook leaped in their midst.

“Zoro-san!” he cried out, his jaw dropping as he seemed incredulous, “You’d never believe what I saw him doing!”

Furrowing their eyebrows, they looked up at him. “What happened?”

“He was asleep, with a lovely maiden in his arms! They seemed rather cozy too,” Brook hid his face in his hands, clearly distraught, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this envious of him. She looked so coy and sweet too.” Sighing, he went on to say, “I wished she’d look into my eyes like that while cuddled up to me… though I have no eyes, and there’s only bones for her to cuddle! Yo ho ho ho!”

“Oh my,” Robin chuckled, amusement flickering in her eyes, “That’s certainly an interesting turn of events.”

Neither of them had noticed how their face had turned away as their heart plummeted at his words. Though Brook was a terrible gossip, he was never one to tell a lie, so what he’d just said had to be the truth and nothing but. A small part of them argued in the back of their mind that there had to be some sort of logical explanation or a misunderstanding of some sort, but even if there had been, it didn’t matter. The swelling pain in their chest that threatened to spill their tears wasn’t letting up, and they didn’t care to know more about Zoro and that Hiyori anymore.

There were many cries of envy and shocked gasps and murmurs amongst the crew members, but they could hardly pay attention to anything other than their own thunderous heartbeat in their easy and that queasy feeling in their gut. Since when did Zoro let others—aside from their crew on certain occasions, that is—cling to him? It was nauseating; how jealous they felt at the moment, and how upsetting it was admitting that fact to themself alone.

Without so much as a word, they brushed themself off and got up, mumbling something about wanting to go for a walk. Though Sanji made a concerned comment, they shouldered every single one of their jumbled emotions like a heavy jacket and left the crew behind for a bit of fresh air, and hopefully some clarity of thoughts.

***

“Hey. Hey. Oi!”

Sitting on a jagged tree stump, they turned at the voice of the person they least wanted to see at the moment. Mustering their nerves, they gave him their most withering look, to which Zoro visibly winced.

“What did that damn skeleton say?”

“I don’t know, is there something in particular you didn’t want him telling us?” they cooly replied, arching their brow pointedly as he seemed to struggle with what to say.

“No, but knowing him he probably said things that weren’t true,” he grumbled.

They prickled at that. “Are you implying that Brook is a liar?”

“I didn’t say that,” he quickly shot back, “I just… he probably hasn’t said everything or explained anything properly.”

“And why does it matter to you? What you personally do shouldn’t concern any of us.” Shrugging, they crossed their legs. “It’s your life after all, not ours. You don’t owe us any explanations.”

“Stop pretending like you don’t care,” Zoro snapped, scowling at them even though his eyes showed clear concern for them. “Just… listen, okay?” He paused for a second, watching the dubious expression on their face, before adding, “Please.”

Hesitating for only a moment, they nodded. “Alright.”

He sat near their feet, crossing his legs as he leaned back a little against the tree stump. “Kamazo got me with his scythe.” Lightly, his fingers grazed the bandages on his chest. “That woman—Hiyori—she managed to stop the bleeding and wrapped me up like this when I was passed out. Woke up, she thanked me and told me of her identity.” He looked up at them. “I’ll tell you about who she is when we regroup. Anyways, I fell asleep again in the middle. Too tired.”

“Best sleep of your life, I’d wager,” they mumbled under their breath, rolling their eyes as they let their annoyance slip past the icy façade for a moment.

Zoro’s stare intensified at their face, something akin to helplessness on his own. A small, bitter part of them was glad to see him fumbling to find answer.

“You know damn well that’s not true,” he sounded a little irritated as he said this, and so he took a couple of seconds to close his eye and calm himself down. “Woke up and the damn woman was stuck to me like a leech. Said something about it being cold. Dunno, I was pretty much out of it when I first woke up.”

It seemed he was being honest, so they took the chance to ask him, “Did she… happen to show any indications of any…intentions?”

Zoro awkwardly glanced to the side as he cleared his throat. “Yeah. She said men liked it when she slept beside them. Asked me if I did,” and before they could interrupt him, he continued, “And I told her to shut the hell up. Think I got the message across.”

For a few seconds they both remained silent, before they nodded, “Fine. I believe you.”

The swordsman blinked blankly. “Is… is that it? You don’t have anything to ask me?”

“I mean, what else should I say?” they sighed, something cold and hard in their chest melting slowly as the brown eye they always found themself seeking worriedly tried reading their expression. They stood up, offering him a hand to pull him up. “Come on, looking up like that can’t be comfortable for your back. Let’s get back to them. You need proper rest.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled a little, but remained otherwise quiet as he followed them. And maybe it was just their imagination, but they could’ve sworn that Zoro had walked much closer to them than he usually did—and maybe it was their own selfish desire to see him smiling at them only, but they were almost sure they saw the corners of his lips quirk upwards a little. The warmth of their cheeks probably gave their thoughts away.

***

Separated for a while after having reunited with the group at the ruins, they waited patiently for Zoro to come back. He’d said he had something to do, and so they’d nodded and silently promised him they’d wait for him. Understanding in his own eye, he’d went off, and they’d grown annoyed to notice that Hiyori had trailed after him. It was a little comforting to know that Zoro had no interest in the woman who’d turned out to be such an important person, but still; was it necessary for her to follow him like a lost duckling?

Upon his return, the other Strawhats had already begun to walk off, too impatient to wait on him all this time. In his arms he carried an unfamiliar sword, its blade gleaming in the light of the setting sun. It almost looked majestic. Though they were gaping in awe at it, they didn’t fail to notice how Hiyori’s smile was a little sweeter and more eager as she walked next to him.

“Enma was my father’s. I know it’s in good hands now,” her voice was soft as she said that, her smile gentle.

Zoro hummed. “Ah.” He paused only seconds later, a slightly concerned look on his face as he spotted the aggravation on theirs. “What’s wrong? Where are the others?”

“They already went off. I was waiting for you,” they glanced back at Hiyori, who was currently murmuring something in Toko’s ears and grinning so wide her face seemed almost dazzling, “Looks like you’re receiving gifts of love now. Don’t let me interrupt.” Part of them was joking, a half-smile on their face, but some annoyance still brimmed underneath the surface, the jealousy still clawing at their chest.

Zoro rolled his eye, exasperation on his face as he impatiently strutted over to them. “Idiot,” he grunted, sheathing his brand new sword and snatching their hand so quickly it momentarily stunned them. Quick to drag them away, their confusion morphed into hyperawareness as his hand curled around theirs, the calloused skin a lot warmer than they expected. “Doesn’t matter how I got it or who gave it to me. Don’t overthink it.”

Now picking up the pace to fall in step beside him, they glanced down at their tightly entwined hands, a grin making its way onto their face as they glanced up to see him flush up till the tips of his ears. Cool-headed and stoic as he might seem to others, it was rather endearing how he was always so easily embarrassed and flustered by any show of affection towards anyone.

The skinship was no exception, but their heart melted just the tiniest bit in their chest as they realized that he’d done that as a form of reassurance; confirmation that whatever they had wasn’t just going on inside their head. Perhaps it was a miniscule display for someone else, but for them, it meant the entire world, knowing just how meaningful it was to Zoro himself; for him to put himself completely out there and expose vulnerability to someone else.

“Getting all soft on me, Zoro?” they teased, despite the blush that warmed their own cheeks as they smiled at him, pointing their chin at their clasped hands as they walked through a much more secluded area.

“Shut up,” he mumbled peevishly, not even turning to face them as his face grew impossibly redder, a strained look on his face, and they struggled to chuckle out loud at how desperately he was trying to not let his embarrassment show any further.

“Oh, but it’s fun to tease you a little,” they grinned, an uncharacteristic joyfulness painting their words as they reveled in the newfound physical touch. They glanced around, noting that there barely was anyone around, if at all, “And no one’s here, anyways, so—“

Before they could say another word, Zoro halted in place, rough hand reaching up to push back their hair and leave a clumsy kiss to their forehead. Rooted to the spot, their eyes blew wide as his lips brushed their skin, leaving it tingling as he pulled away without so much as a glance back. His raging blush to the nape of his neck was more than telling, however, even as he grit his teeth and walked away wordlessly.

Spluttering, they gaped after him, heart clamoring in their chest as a multitude of swelling emotions fought inside them. Of all of the mixed feelings that jumbled up together, the most prominent of them was a deep affection that bordered on something else; something they didn’t dare name lest it slip past their fingers. It completely washed out the bitter taste of any previous jealousy from their mouth, clearing their mind of any coherent thought of anything aside from him and his strong figure in front of them bathed in the warm colors of the sunset. It was a little striking, and they stumbled for a second at the realization.

“I—You can’t just do that! Hey, Zoro!”

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[cam-stopped-eating-candles]

Love oml for real

Oh boy you want Infodumping you’re getting it:

Costuming was simple but so cute, Janes lil bow and Constance’s pink shoe laces <33

They crossed their hearts for the “build yourself a funeral pyre” line

Karnak is the coolest and so ominous, and very slow and condescending towards ocean, especially at the end of wtwn

Jane and Constance THE sugardolls dynamic EVER. During oceans speech Jane pets her dolls “head” waves the dolls hand at her, and uses the dolls hand to pet her shoulder and play with her hair

Noel w long blond hair <3

MISCHA WAS SO COOL He did a high jump splits and also dances a lil for the drag racer line, and irl is an asl interpreter !

TALIA WAS A PAINTING HELD BY JANE

Ricky had THE comedic timing ever he’s so fuckin funny

Ocean played father Markus for Ricky’s scene lol

JANES VOICE IS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL BREATHTAKING LOVE LOVE LOVE

When Karnak introduces her, he does a creepy pause before the word “accident” 👀

Tnbds was so cute, Ricky held Janes hands and showed her how to blow out the candle on her cupcake <3

SUGARCLOUD GOD THE EMOTION IN HER MONOLOGUE AUGH

after sugarcloud ocean breaks down crying on her shoulder </3

Constance holds Janes hand to walk her to the curtain, and Ricky gives her a hug *fucking sobs I’m not normal*

Karnak’s death was SO good, when he fizzes out he makes a really loud startling electric popping sound, which makes ocean scream bloody murder as the room goes black

in the dark there’s a very faint “happy birthday dear penny” and a baby crying sound

Offstage nonsense includes me being in possession of the rehearsal stuffed animal used before they got the doll prop, Constance’s actress printed off buttons and pins with my art on it (she gave me one) I talked to Janes actress and she says she likes the idea of Penny being legoland penny, but ALSO getting a new life “with friends and family who love her” when she goes back, and they’re all so cool

rtc tumblr pls reblog this with the rtc production that u have an emotional attatchment to

[mangozcat]

— hello dear readers. this story hits a bit closer to home than the rest. this story, while yes it’s a smut for all of you to read and enjoy, is also one for those bigger girls that just don’t feel like they belong. all of the descriptions you’ll find for the oc are descriptions of my own body and how i see it when i look at myself in the mirror. i just want everyone to know, YOU ARE PERFECT! you are beautiful and loved and you shouldn’t worry about if you fit the standards of people around you. if you don’t fit YOUR standards, that’s what matters. if YOU want to cause change, go for it! but don’t allow others to make you feel the need to change, because you are lovely as you are!!! i love your big thighs and tummy that causes a little bulge if you wear high wasted jeans. i love your smile and your messy hair with split ends. i love your boobs!! (that sounds bad im sorry) and theyre NEVER too big or too small. don’t be ashamed to wear extra big bras or extra big clothes and don’t get yourself down. i love you :)

tw: unhealthy body image

w: softer smut (meaning it isn’t entirely complete and has an open ending for ur imagination), praise, big-bodied reader (so the descriptions during smut are to fit her body so it might be hard to imagine yourself as her), jealous reader, you might dislike this reader because she has a lot of insecurities but tbh i find her realistic lmfao, body worship, jaem is like legit hottest painter ever pls, sexual tension is real oml, slow, unprotected bc like jaemin cum inside is so hot i cry every time, very long but it didnt need to be, i havent written in months pls be nice this might be awful

ok just to like clarify, im still trying to get back into smut so this is more of an easing into it? its quite long and most of it is just story + teasing, sorry to leave anyone hanging :( i just wanna kinda ease back into it, but i still think this is pretty hot tbh lmao

jaemin’s good at painting.

you recognized his talent the day you met him; varying shades of pink and purple mixing with the bright yellow shades and orange hues that created a beautiful sunset. you’d seen it on his canvas that he was carefully dragging up the stairs of the sweet and small cafe across from your college.

then, you saw that same colorful piece strung proudly on the wall behind your favorite table, or well, your now favorite table.

your favorite ever since the painting had been placed there.

he’s gifted; has a talent that few have and/or ever will have within their lifetime, regardless of practice. the saying might be practice makes perfect, but you know no amount of practice will make a painter as perfect as jaemin is.

his brush strokes are soft, yet precise, and he blends color effortlessly. in all your combined hours of watching him work, you’ve never once seen him make a mistake. all of his work turns out perfect, breathtaking, and you’re never not in awe of his abilities.

today, however, you’ve discovered a new talent of his.

body painting.

something you never thought you’d be interested in, yet here you are, watching as his brush draws elegant lines across the toned stomach of his model. her breasts are on full display and while you’re fascinated by the scene, you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy underneath.

her face remains blank, eyes closed in relaxation and body completely still aside from the occasional ticklish twitch. you wonder how she remains so effortlessly composed, even while knowing that such a beautiful man has his hands so close to every area she typically hides from the outside world, and his eyes darting across every expanse of beautiful pale skin.

not to mention, her body is beautiful, and this is something you cannot deny. she has thicker thighs, though still remaining on the smaller side. her arms are small, but laced with some muscle from her obvious workout routine. her stomach has little fat, though still enough to remind prying eyes that she is, in fact, healthy and eating well. she has perky breasts, but they’re smaller and more fitting to her form, with tiny nipples that stand right up every time jaemin’s brush dances over her chest.

and her face- oh, her face. plump lips and rosy cheeks, hazel eyes, deep brown hair pushed back into a low bun that leaves a few stray strands to frame her face.

jealousy.

there’s that twinge again.

the feeling of anger and envy and desperation all mixed into one, laced thickly with insecurity. insecurity because you know- you know you’ll never compare to her model physique.

korean beauty standards are tough, and yet, that girl seems to fit all of them without trouble. however, as you glance down at your stomach, seeing the bulge in your shirt from where the lower half of your abdomen juts out and rests over the band of your jeans, tears fill your eyes. you know you have big thighs, thighs that shake and jiggle and erupt a loud pop! when you slap them. you know you have sunken eyes from lack of sleep and overwhelming anxiety and puffy cheeks. you know your hair has split ends and is unevenly cut at some lengths, and you know your breasts are larger than others.

you wish you didn’t think like this, but when allowed time to think and remain trapped in your own head for long enough, you have no choice. you don’t fit the standards, you don’t fit jaemin’s standards, and you doubt you fit the standards of anyone in the world.

you hadn’t been paying attention for the remainder of jaemin’s session- not that you wanted to- and had begun to drift off. soon enough, when you heard jaemin and his model begin to converse quietly, almost as if they were trying to make sure you couldn’t hear, you figured your mind was slowly killing you and simply murmured out need fresh air, before you were scurrying out of the room.

there was something unsettling about being in love with an artist. someone that could find beauty in everything and anything, and make the best out of the worst situation.

but when being in love with an artist, among several other insecurities, one always lingered longer than others.

could he find the beauty in you?

if jaemin did feel the same way about you as you felt about him, could he find a way to fix the imperfections? could he repair the broken image you’d been looking at in the mirror for years? could he find a way to mend all the pain, close all the wounds, and top off the scars with pretty, punctual bows as opposed to what you had now: ragged and mangled skin?

of course, it’s all hypothetical, and it all comes back to two questions. could he love you? could he find the beauty in you?

could he love someone incapable of loving themself, and find the beauty in something that has been left out to rot and rust? the beauty even you cannot seem to find, regardless of how many times you attempt to.

you didn’t realize you were shivering. the air was frigid and windy, and you were sure your cheeks had turned a rosy pink due to the exposure. you felt a cough bubble up in your throat and hugged yourself tighter, eyes staring up at the sky.

if jaemin were here, he’d call the sky his blank canvas.

too bad he isn’t- too bad his attention is on the girl with a perfectly sculpted body and a pretty face, and an even prettier voice; and you were sure she had a pretty laugh and a pretty personality to top it off.

jealousy.

“i can’t escape it, can i…” you murmur quietly, referring to the burning feeling blossoming in your gut. a feeling that was traveling through your veins like blood and spreading to every place in your body like wildfire- until it reached your fingertips and you wished you could do something with it.

when you heard his voice, however, it practically fizzled out and you were left frozen once again, lips quivering.

“awfully cold out,” he says, that wistful tone to his voice he seemed to always have. you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders, and your heart further sank at the idea that it might not fit if you were to attempt to actually wear it.

“you should head back inside, don’t want your pretty face damaged by the cold.”

when hd noticed you weren’t returning his stare, he gently, hesitantly, reached a hand out and cupped your cheek opposite of him. then, as softly as he could, he tugged the skin until you were leaning into his touch, finally meeting his eyes.

“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?”

cherry blossom.

the nickname he’d given you once he discovered your favorite tree- and later created several pieces of art that now adorned your bedroom. the pretty pink petals falling down onto the bright green grass, matched with soft handwriting that read a cherry blossom for my cherry blossom on the bottom.

“she’s pretty,” you muttered, almost disdainfully. you felt awful. here you were, hating on a girl because she was pretty. because no matter how sweet she might be, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s pretty and you don’t think you are- envy has you wrapped around its’ evil finger. “don’t you think?”

“who’s pretty?” jaemin asks curiously, a comforting hand tracing circles into your back.

you withheld a scoff, feeling tears of frustration prick at your eyes. your brown eyes; eyes no match for the beauty of her hazel ones.

“the girl you were painting,” you murmur sadly, trying to ignore the familiar twinge eating away at you.

you didn’t want to compare yourself to the girl, but you couldn’t help it. it happened without you even realizing, and once you figured out what was happening, you were far too gone and the feeling had invaded your mind long enough to twist the facts.

jaemin hums, watching your expression closely.

“well yes, she is pretty,” and once your face falls and your eyes drop to your shoes at his confession, he shakes his head, “but so are you.”

“while she might be the art i painted today, you’re the art i admire every day,” he says slowly, tugging you into his chest. you feel pride swelling in your chest and the tears in your eyes soon turned to tears of indescribable happiness.

“don’t let the fact that i painted her get to your head, yeah?” he whispers, “i really didn’t even look at her unless it was to make sure the piece blended together.”

“she’s just so perfect…” you whimper sadly, “and i guess she just made me realize- well i just felt so ugly next to her.”

you felt a kiss on the top of your head, making your eyes close in content.

“you are not ugly, cherry blossom.”

while you weren’t entirely sure if this entire conversation was a confession of sorts or just friendly reassurance, you didn’t want to overthink it. his words pierced your heart in all the right ways- and you really didn’t want to mess it up.

—

you hadn’t seen jaemin do any more body painting work- or even mention the topic- in a month. he seemed so passionate about it, so his sudden disinterest was shocking to you.

of course, you appreciated it considering you were his assistant and ended up watching him work 99% of the time.

but, still, you did worry deep down.

what if you crushed one of his dreams with your own selfish insecurities?

you still remember when he came running into your apartment with a book on body painting, rushing to explain the art. you really hadn’t understood a word he said at the time, too invested in admiring that one look he always adorned when he was obsessed with something.

and obsession that you envied at the time- could he ever be that obsessed over you?

at some point, could you fill his mind like he filled yours? invade his senses like he invaded your own? if you had one aspiration in your entire lifetime, this would be it: wishing to be someone’s- no, not just anybody’s, you wanted to be na jaemin’s obsession.

a feat that definitely isn’t simple or easy, for that matter.

“have you seen my thin brush?” jaemin suddenly screeches, running into the living room of his (practically yours, too) apartment. “the small one with the angled tip and black bristles?”

your mind blanked. you glanced around at the coffee table, the end tables, and the television stand before scratching your head, “not that i can recall, no.”

“shit,” he cursed, scratching his neck anxiously, “need that brush.”

“okay, this might sound stupid,” you begin, your words slow, “but do you have any extras?”

he shakes his head sadly, as if you’ve scolded him for something he promised he’d do, and later forgot about. “it’s the only brush i didn’t buy an extra of. i always keep it on my desk i didn’t think- i didn’t believe i could lose it!”

“hey, it’s alright, okay?” you whispered, raising from your spot on the couch to approach him in hopes of comforting the clearly confused and upset boy, “i’ll help you find it.”

he looked up at you, his chest heaving from panic-stricken breaths and he frowned, “yeah, yeah- okay.”

with one final comforting pat on the shoulder, you set out to jaemin’s painting room to try and find the brush. you knew which one he was talking about with the descriptions, but if it’s the same you think it is, it’s incredibly small- which will undoubtedly make it tough to find.

in the painting room, as you call it, things look… normal. just like any other painter’s workspace.

jaemin has a board to display his sketches; all hanging up by a tack and some of the pieces are scattered at odd angles. his floor is covered in tarps to protect the wood beneath, and you take note of the paint stains adorning the white material that made loud noises with every step. he had a massive canvas resting against the furthest wall, with varying shades of colors being messily thrown against the piece. perhaps that messy feel was the very thing that made it artistic in his eyes. glancing around, you noticed how every wall had little space on it, instead covered with pieces of his own work and the work of his favorite artists. then, he had a giant table shoved against the wall. there was a case laying open on top, showcasing all of his different brushes; and next to it, an array of paint tubes and cans. even more paint was beneath the table, stacked until it was touching the wood. finally, against the other wall, was his desk. the chair was pulled out at an angle, one you imagined he sat at to think, rather than be crammed up against his desk. stacks of unfinished sketches were lazily strewn around, with a few brushes between the pages. you checked each of them in hopes that the missing brush was here all along, yet you came up empty handed.

while jaemin’s desk was intriguing- well, the entire room was intriguing; all messy and yet still organized in a way only he could understand- you found yourself more interested in one of his sketches. it was another body painting sketch, but this one was… different. the figure had bigger hips and thicker thighs, large breasts, a softer circular face, with a slightly defined jawline, and her tummy was jutting out just enough for you to know: she was you.

jaemin was drawing you.

something about it made you happy, yet sad at the same time. he’d drawn all your flaws, hadn’t he? the lack of a thigh gap, the big belly, the bigger than usual breasts; everything that you were insecure about, jaemin had noticed.

in fact, he seemed to have perfectly mimicked the details. something about the situation made your eyes water sadly.

“you weren’t supposed… to see that,” jaemin sighs, eyes darting nervously across the room. you turn your head to look at him, blinking back tears. “it’s just a sketch i had for some body painting i just- i don’t know, i never finished it.”

“i was gonna ask you before that night but then i realized you probably wouldn’t want to do it.”

confidence was something you lacked, in here, standing across from jaemin in this moment, you felt like you could shrink. so it was true, he had been painting you? it was your body he imagined on full display for him as he painted, and it was your body he made adjustments for to fit, to encourage confidence and comfort.

confidence wasn’t your friend, however, jealousy most certainly was. if you didn’t take him up on his offer, would that pretty girl return to be painted again? would the art meant for your body fit hers as well as jaemin had planned for it to fit you? would it perhaps… fit her even better?

“i’ll do it,” your own voice is unrecognizable to you; raspy in anticipation and shaky from fear. “i’ll be your model, jaemin.”

his face flushed pink and he averted his gaze, scratching at the back of his neck nervously. “are you sure? it’s a lot of pressure-“

never again would you let pretty girl be jaemin’s model. never.

“i’m sure,” you said, a bit too eager.

“alright, well, we can plan a date and time, let me just grab my calendar-“

it was almost sinful how badly you wanted to be bare in front of your best friend. the best friend you desperately wished to be your lover, the best friend that also happens to be your boss, and the best friend you couldn’t live without.

this won’t change that, right?

you failed to think any further, beginning to slip out of your jacket and beginning to hastily pull the bow from the top of your blouse. with his back turned as he rummaged through his desk for a notebook, you only had one prayer running through your mind: hopefully jaemin doesn’t hate you for stripping down.

“i have an opening on the 12th, the 18th, and the 19th,” jaemin says, turning around, “the times are pretty close but i can try to move things around and adjust it to your n-“

“ah…”

his breathy little whisper has you frozen to the ground, eyes trained on the blue paint stain on the tarp beneath you. a baby blue, one you could get lost in and pretend as if you weren’t down to nothing but a bra and your fiery red underwear.

nervously, you scratched at the skin of your arm and painfully dug your fingers into the skin. he could see you- albeit not all of you- and you were completely open to his judgment.

“what about right now?” you murmured, eyes flitting up to meet his piercing stare.

they were respectful, remaining trained on your face and only your face- something you realize just how much you appreciated in the current moment. however, his stare was strong, yearning, and you found yourself looking right back down at the ground.

jaemin took a slow step forward, then another, and another, and each step made your body jump nervously and your heart beat erratically. it was only when a shadow cast itself upon that baby blue splotch on the floor did you peel your eyes back up.

at first, you avoided his eyes. you stared at his pretty cheeks, his neckline, his cute nose, and even his lips (which you got far more lost in than you care to admit).

then, as if he had discovered your tactic, he put a comforting hand under your chin and demanded you to look up with one gesture.

his eyes were soft. sweet melodies mixing with cherry blossom trees and their falling petals stared down at you, like a scene brought forth from a movie. it played in his eyes, slowly at first, then with a faster pace, and soon enough, you’d been sucked into the movie he’d created with just a glance.

dark brown met your orbs, swirling with curiosity and fear, before the tidal wave ensued and you felt like you were drowning.

drowning in him.

“can i paint you, cherry blossom?” jaemin asked sweetly, but the sultry tone in his voice had you weak in the knees. you tried not to overthink it, but the question was swirling with meanings unbeknownst to you, and the potential knowledge of it all had you excited for what was to come.

your response came out at a quiet whisper, so low that you worried if he even heard it to begin with, “yes.”

one of his hands wandered down to your hip, comfortingly tracing circles into the skin. his finger trailed up, erupting a flurry of tingles from the point. you shivered at the sensation, swallowing thickly. his finger went up and up until it ran into the fabric of your bra, and both of you stilled.

“can i take this off?” he asked, breath fanning your face. instinctively, your hand came up to his wrist and squeezed, using him as your anchor to earth- so you didn’t float away because of the bliss he never failed to give you.

nodding meekly, you felt yourself freeze when his fingers raised to toy with your bra straps. it was like he was playing with you; him the predator and you the prey; as he pulled the straps away from your skin and let them smack back against you. it was a shock of electricity and you hummed quietly.

once he deemed his toying sufficient enough, his hands finally ghosted over the back of your bra until they found the clasp in the back. he sent you one final look before you felt his hands tug at the back- and all in one motion, your bra was slipping off your shoulders and down your arms.

he helped the piece of clothing to come off, fingers softly pulling the black straps until it hit the floor with a soft thud.

your eyes remained locked with jaemin’s, preventing his eyes from wandering to the exposed skin of your chest- which, at the given moment, you were dying to cover with your arms.

jaemin took a hesitant step back before turning, heading over to his desk to look at his sketch. he grabbed a container of pink paint and reached over for a thicker brush, twirling it between his fingers as he approached you once again.

the tube made a loud noise when he squeezed it (something you actually appreciated considering it relieved some of the ill feeling that came with the awkward, tension-filled silence) and he applied a bit of the pink paint to the tip of his brush.

you expected it to be cold and uncomfortable, but you were pleasantly surprised once the brush touched the soft skin of your stomach. it was a sensation you’d never felt before, but you breathed in a surprised gasp. it was ticklish at first, the uneven feel of the differing bristle length rubbing against your skin and making you shiver.

you didn’t forget about one of jaemin’s hands on your waist. his hand was big, perfectly cupping your hip and you couldn’t help but look at your position as something more. him leaning into you, eyes darting across your skin as he painted colors upon you. one of his hands cupping you, squeezing on occasion, and fingers thrumming to their own little beat.

it was when he began to paint the skin beneath your breast that things got more heated than you expected. he’d switched to a thinner brush now, purple paint glistening on the tip before he put it to your skin. it was the eye contact he maintained while tracing the underneath of your chest; it was the feel of his breath against your face; it was how your stomach churned uneasily every time you thought about him near you- all of it, it all contributed.

you felt like you were nearing a frenzy. the need to taste his lips on yours, the need to feel his hands- not that stupid little brush- on your skin, the need to feel him in an intimate way you’ve only ever dreamed about with him; you were going crazy.

then, he switched to bare hands, and you knew he knew. he had figured you out by now, you were sure.

dots of yellow paint littered his fingertips and he felt even closer to you than you thought he was previously; close enough to touch if you were only to lean forward just the tiniest bit.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs, finger beginning to trail circles into the skin of your abdomen. trailing upward in swirling motions before finally, his nail began to scratch sensually at your breast, and yellow painted over pink and purple. “tell me to stop and we end this right now.”

it was like he was begging. voice small and quiet, a desperate hint lacing his tone.

“don’t stop,” you said; the first thing you were confident about in months. you didn’t want him to stop, not now, not ever.

passion.

that’s what kissing jaemin was like. at first, his lips had hovered dangerously close to your own, tempting you to just pucker your own and kiss him. before you could do it, however, he had you under his spell and your lips were trapped against his own. his tongue had completely taken over you, molding with your own before he had you twisted in the feel of him, tangled in him like he was a live vine.

he made you breathless, every emotion mixing with the other until you were falling into him, hands desperately clawing at his neck, his cheek, his chin, until you were sure you’d colored him in your own paint of red marks.

“god,” he murmured against your lips, and finally, he pressed you flush against him. you knew you were covering him in paint and you could feel your breasts push up against his chest, but for once, you didn’t mind.

you felt good. he felt good. everything about the situation felt so fucking good.

“so perfect,” jaemin says softly, squeezing the flesh of your hip. he backed you up until you were against the paint table, shoving his collection of brushes to the side (which, considering he was missing one of his most important brushes, was a pretty big deal) and helping you jump up and onto the newly cleared space.

his hands roamed to your thighs as your lips connected once more, and a surprised gasp was swallowed by him once he slapped your thigh gently. lips traveling to kiss the expanse of your neck, he began whispering against you. you could hardly hear him over your own breathy little sounds, but the words went straight to your heart.

“prettiest girl.”

“so beautiful.”

his hands traced shapes on your thighs, “best thighs. love your thighs- god, i fucking love your thighs.”

you whimpered needily, grasping at his hair.

when he pushed you back against the table, encouraging you to lay down, you somewhat panicked internally at the knowledge that you’re actually about to be bare in front of him, on display for him to judge- or maybe admire.

when he doesn’t do either of those, instead leaning down to kiss down your body, a part of you is conflicted. you’re grateful he didn’t stare because that means he didn’t openly judge you. but at the same time, you wanted his admiring gaze upon your body.

however, he did something much better than that.

applying tiny, sweet little kisses to every inch of skin he crossed, including your breasts, he whispered a praise about everything- and, slowly, you felt yourself relax as your insecurities faded away.

“so soft,” he whispered, referring to your skin.

“do you have any idea how much these drive me crazy?” jaemin nearly growls, raising both hands to cup and squeeze your boobs as he dotted the area with soft, open-mouthed kisses.

you were experiencing an all new high.

tears thickly lined your eyes and sweet wispy moans left your lips. everything was overwhelming, and you were acutely aware of every touch on your skin. his tongue that would occasionally dart out to wet your skin (which he would later blow cool air on and make you shiver). his pillowy lips that danced over your body and left purple marks in their wake. his fingers that dug into your hips and tugged you impossibly closer to him, and snuck their way against your panty line to feel the soft material he’d yet to remove.

“pretty little tummy,” he said softly, gently kissing your stomach until you felt like the butterflies were going to eat you alive from the inside out. his menstruations were sinful, yet his words so pure and innocent.

something you had to remind yourself jaemin was far from.

every time he returned to your lips, you could feel his bulge rub against your clothed pussy and you wanted to scream; to grab hold of him and force him to do what you wanted- needed most.

yet you remained as patient as you could, your fingers drumming idly against his shoulders as a form of distraction.

“you know how long i’ve wanted you, cherry blossom?”

the name seemed so sweet prior, now it was laced with something more. something dark and lustful- something you were beginning to like.

you shook your head in response to his question, feelings his lips attach to the skin of your neck. you leaned your head back and allowed access. with his new angle, he began to nip and bite at your neck, taking your breath away.

“so long,” he nearly whined, pressing himself against you, “can i show you?”

“please…” you cried, grabbing him by his paint-stained shirt and taking his lips with your own greed.

you were grateful you had kissed him, you really were. because the boy was faster than you ever imagined he could be, swiping down your underwear with one swift, easy pull. his pants took a bit longer to free him from, but once he finally did, you had never been more excited for something in your life.

with all of his sweet gestures and his prior praise, your body was practically begging for him. arousal pooled in the underwear that lay discarded in the far corner of the room, and it took moments for jaemin to swipe his hard member against your pussy to gather your wetness.

his fingers played with your opening, slowly easing in and out in the hopes of preparing you for him- and damn was he glad he did, because the string of unending noises you let out in response was nothing short of music to his ears.

“need you,” you whimpered, biting back a moan. “please.”

with that begging look in your eye, who was he to say no? he kissed you hard, passionately, roughly- something you’d always dreamed of, and yet, it paled in comparison to the real thing.

and finally, with a strangled groan, did jaemin slip inside your heat.

what a dream come true.

[officialscaramouche]

Ahh oml can we have a part 4 😩 although ngl i don’t mind leaving it here and letting kazuha and y/n have their own happily ever after that was beautiful 🤧🤧🤧

Only two more parts and this little piece is finished!! What’re u gonna do, who are u gonna choose?!

pairing: Kazuha x gn!reader, Scaramouche x gn!reader

tw: lots of jealousy. Implied sex

wc: 1,468

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Scaramouche tucked his head beneath the rim of his hat as he maneuvered through the bustling city. Like any other assignment, he was to rendezvous with his pre-determined squadron at the base of operations in Liyue. He was ready to dive head first into his work to get his mind off of yet another argument with Mona.

After all he did for her, paying for her, letting her live in his house rent free, providing her with opportunities to begin a career, took care of her, and left the one person that he believed could ever truly love him, she still didn’t appreciate him. He told himself that you spoiled him, and that now he had to get used to partners never meeting his standards.

It was like walking down memory lane as he scurried down this road, remembering the first date he had taken you on. It was a nice one, if he was remembering right. You were so easy on the eyes, and your smile was brighter than the moon. You were polite and respected him enough to actually listen and wait your turn when he spoke. He remembers thinking that you were too good to be true, and that you were a spy for Mondstadt or something. But as he got to know you, he realized how incapable of killing him you were, and he was finally able to let his guard down and start caring for you the right way.

He stopped at the restaurant he took you to, remembering he liked your taste based on what you ordered. And sitting across from you, watching you smile and ogle at him. You were so breathtaking it made him stutter a little, almost like that couple in the window. Except his hair was purple and short instead of long and white with one red…wait a minute.

He tentatively stepped forward, trying not to stick out so much in the crowd so as to not get your attention. You looked so happy with him, as he did with you. You were talking his ears off and he listened. He let you taste his food, feeding you with his spoon. And Kazuha laughed at something you said, followed by a sincere “I love you.”

Instead of breaking his heart further, he pulled the brim of his hat down and ducked back into the crowd. He already messed up. It was clear that you weren’t interested anymore.

You held your soup in your hand, smiling out of happiness from being full. You hadn’t been to that restaurant for a while. It was a painful spot to be in, the good memories of when you and Scaramouche were still a decent couple. But now that you had Kazuha to replace the souring memories, it wasn’t so bad. You couldn’t help but feel a little out of place, though, as if being there with someone else would have repercussions.

Kazuha held the door open for you, ushering you inside with a gentle hand to the back. “Thank you for the meal, baby.” You grin, reaching to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Of course,” he said as he locked the door, kicking his shoes off and untying his hair. “It’s the least I could do for being an ass.”

“It’s okay. We both made mistakes, but we’re over it right?”

Kazuha snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss; this time a bit deeper. You whine, lifting the box of leftovers. He grabs it and tosses it, pushing himself back into you.

He steps the two of you into the wall, running his hands along the backs of your thighs, only to hoist you up around his waist. You gasp at the sudden jump, feeling his growing erection press into your core.

He nuzzles his nose into your neck, biting the skin there as he ruts against you. He groans when you push back, running your hands through his beautiful hair. “Can we…?” He asks, kissing up your neck to your jaw.

“Well we’ve already started, huh?” You giggle.

Scaramouche slipped into his office. It had fallen into night by the time he got to the base of operations, so the offices were pretty empty. Of course, there were plenty of people who lived at work to greet him when he got there, but he only bee-lined for his office to wait for the other team members to show up.

He loved this office. All of his personal items were here, sensitive records of his past assignments and other information from them, and memories. Most of his time here he spent by himself as he preferred. Quiet so he could think, and alone so he wouldn’t be bothered.

But when he started seeing you, you would take the time to make him lunch and sometimes bring it over. His coworkers started getting familiar with you, letting you in as soon as they recognized your face. As awful as it was hearing them jest about Scaramouche’s rare relationships, it was still nice to have you come by.

Sometimes he’d let you stay for a while. Whether it was to chat, eat, or fuck, it was these memories that he remembered as he sat here in the quiet room alone. He remembered the cute lunches you’d pack, or your conversations outside with the guards. He remembered your sweaty body down the middle of his desk, legs hooked over his shoulders as he fucked you in his office. He had to cover your mouth to make sure that nobody heard, but it was definitely the humidity in the office that gave it away.

What was it about you that drove him so crazy? He was annoyed with himself that he let someone control his thoughts and feelings like this. He hated the feeling of jealousy coursing through his veins watching you eat with Kazuha. That was supposed to be your restaurant with Scaramouche. Not anybody else.

Then he remembered why you’re with someone else. He fucked around on you without even trying to hide it. You knew, and yet you kept him around. And when it came down to it, he convinced himself that Mona was what he wanted, not you. It pains him to remember your pleading as you sat on your knees with tears streaming down your cheeks. How he wishes he could go back in time, push both Mona and Kazuha aside, and scooping you into his arms. He wanted to kiss you, and taste you, and hold you. He wanted to apologize for the person that he was and to beg you for a second chance.

He only irritates himself more to think that you cry out Kazuha’s name, you come undone under Kazuha’a touch, and that you ache for Kazuha when you fight. He had that; he had you wrapped around his finger and now he sat here alone wishing for your love once more. He didn’t love Mona, he didn’t care for her. He saw her as this unattainable trophy that he had to claim as his. The sex wasn’t as great as it was with you, the sounds she made scratched the inside of his ears, she felt different, and tasted different. She was a new adventure, but he wouldn’t have you to come home to anymore. He slumped into his chair and picked up the delicately placed glass ink pen. Even if you were the new unattainable trophy to him, he was going to try to get you back.

Kazuha’s heart beat against your back. His arm wrapped around your waist and reached up to hold your hand lovingly as he slept. You loved him so much— your relationship was perfect. But why were you lying here wide awake, mind running with thoughts of Scaramouche?

Was it because of the restaurant? Or the sex? Was it because you had seen him recently and argued about it? Whatever it was, you felt stupid for admitting to still harboring feelings for him. He clearly didn’t give a shit about you, and you bet that he’s loving on Mona everyday of his life with her. They looked like a perfect couple. They were both so beautiful and powerful, and their wit was unmatched. Why would he ever want you when she was right there?

Kazuha must have felt you stirring because he kissed the back of your shoulder and pulled you closer. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You don’t answer, unsure of what to say. “Nightmare?”

“…Yeah,” you lie, turning to face your sleepy boyfriend.

Kazuha smiled, his eyes still shut. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’ll protect you…”

“I love you, Kazuha.” You say, stroking his hair away and caressing his face.

“I love you too, [Y/N]…I’m never letting you go.”

[youraveragenicaddict]

DAY 7🎄

SUMMARY - You get invited to a Christmas masquerade. What happens when you catch the young lord’s eye?

GENRE - fluff

WARNINGS - mentions of blood, assault, one swearword.

A/N - Oml, this is the longest piece that I have ever written. Enjoy. 

P.S. I’m super proud of how it turned out :))

Y/N - your name

Y/L -your last name

F/C - favorite color

H/C -  hair color

It was a snowy evening, and you were sat in your carriage - all dolled up and ready to attend a ball. As soon as your lovely parents heard that there was going to be a ball in Basilwether Hall, they jumped at the chance to show off their breathtaking daughter, even tho you would have to wear a mask the entire time.

You were an antisocial person by nature - you preferred to stay out of sight or take off to a field with a book in hand. Your favorite place in the whole mansion? The library. It was quiet and always peaceful, and it let you experience every story you read in silence.

But when you were required to, you were quite good at making small talk and even wooing a few gentlemen, but nothing ever went further than a little bit of flirting.

At this moment, you were wearing an F/C dress, a bit too revealing for your liking, but it would suffice for this night. While in the carriage, you wondered what the ball would be like - would the music be slow and calm or energetic and lively, would there be food or only drinks? 

These were the thoughts that kept your mind busy while your parents held a discussion of their own. From a young age, you were taught that eavesdropping was rude, so you decided to let your mind wander even further.

''We're here!’’ Yelled your dad, opening the vehicle door for himself and then helping your mother out. Still, deep in thought, you silently followed after your guardians to your destination.

''Darling, your mask,'' said your mother, fixing your matching F/C mask, which had started to fall off slowly. Your father ushered you inside, letting you know that they had business of their own.

When you entered the big hall, the first thing you noticed was the grand Chandelier, it held at least a hundred candles, which were all lit, and was decorated with the silver drops of the Moon.

The music was slow but energetic, nothing like you had imagined, and there were even a few servants carrying around both refreshments and bites.

But what caught your attention was a boy. No, not just any boy. He was standing in a corner, uninterested in any girl that came to talk to him. Instead, he was reading a book. 

You walked down the grand stairs, till you were met with a cling that your delightful shoes made when they touched the cold tiles of the ballroom. 

No-one you would know was there, and what made it even more difficult to see if you knew anyone were the various masks - small, big, bird-like, animal-like, even fish-like. You silently chuckled to yourself and headed to find a quiet library or where the refreshments were - you weren't quite sure which one you wanted more. This was a ball after all. 

Remembering the last argument you had with your mother and father about leaving a social event, you decided to stay in the corner and observe the guests. What you saw nearly instantly was a group of girls who were fawning over some boy, that didn't even seem interested in any of them.

Alternatively, he was heading your way.

Oh no

You thought. Talking to a cocky boy was definitely on the bottom of your list of the things you wanted to do that night. How did you know it would go horribly? You knew what type of boy he was - the opposite of a gentleman, egoistic, only interested in looks and stupid.

While making his way through the large room, he managed to trip, but somehow, he made it look like an accident, at least to the girls that he winked at. 

Yep, definitely dumb.

You thought, rolling your eyes. He ran the rest of the way and then put his hand on the wall, next to your head. He was too close for your fondness, so you scooted away, and he followed.

''Hello, angel,'' he started, already making you gag on the inside, ''Why aren't you dancing, is this not a lovely ball?'' ''No, the ball is indeed lovely, but the people aren't,'' you said, letting him know that the last part was about him.

But instead of going away, he leaned even closer. At any given moment, would he choose to kiss you or grab you, you were readying your dagger. Yes, it was considered odd for a lady to own a dagger, but your mother insisted on it.

The boy in front of you had no thought of leaving you alone, rather he kept moving even closer to you. You took a look around the room, someone would surely have found this strange, wouldn't they? 

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Before you had walked in, Tewkesbury had been enjoying a book, instead of socializing with someone. He hated small talk, he thought it was meaningless. But then, you walked in, and suddenly, he didn't hate the idea of talking. 

You looked stunning in your F/C dress, like a flower - unique yet delicate. Your H/C hair was tied in a neat bun, making the necklace you wore more noticeable. From the moment Tewkesbury saw you, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, only when you looked his way.

So he continued to observe, not moving from his spot in the corner of his own ballroom. Only when you started backing away, he started growing worried. What was going on?

While Tewkesbury proceeded to examine the situation, trying to decide if he should intervene, the arrogant guy was getting closer and closer to your face. 

''Come on, doll. Let's abandon this boring party,'' he said, and grabbed your upper arm, trying to drag you away from prying eyes. ''No, thank you. I'm good,'' you said while trying to get his hand off your arm. That only seemed to make him angrier because he started pulling stronger, making you groan in pain. 

That's when Tewkesbury decided that enough was enough. He put his book about herbs down on a nearby table and started walking over to you to help.

You were seconds away from pulling out your weapon and slicing his hand. It was only self-defense, at least that's what mother had told you.

''Hey,'' said a voice you didn't recognize at all, ''why don't you let her go? You're clearly hurting her.'' When you turned your head to look at the source of the noise, you were met with the most beautiful pair of eyes that you had ever seen in your life. They were a stunning hazel with a slight tint of dark brown.

''No, she's coming with me,'' the guy stubbornly said and pulled you harshly into him, making you gasp and grow cross, but he proceeded to speak mockingly, ''Besides, what are you going to do about it? Throw a book at me?''

That comment seemed to anger not only you but Tewkesbury too. He sucked in a breath, trying to calm his rage, and calmly responded: ''No, I'm not. Instead, I'm going to call the guards that you can see in that corner over there, and have them throw you out.''

At that moment, the arrogant guy knew he wasn't speaking to a regular boy, but the lord of Basilwether Hall and the host of this dance. (At that moment he knew, he'd fucked up🤣 )

You, growing impatient, took out your dagger, finally sliced his hand, making a little bit of blood pool out, kicked him in the knee, and stamped out of the room, into the garden to calm down and get some fresh air.

To say that Tewkesbury was smitten by you, was an understatement. Ignoring the cries of the guy, who was clutching his hand and knee, he ran after you. 

It took him only a few moments to find you. You were sat on a bench, looking up at the Moon. Not sure of what to say, he walked towards you until he was standing next to the cool stone bench. 

''The stars are looking particularly beautiful tonight, don't you think so?'' you said dreamily, without looking at him. Tewkesbury sat down and looked up at the night sky. ''I suppose so,'' he said, still unsure what to say. ''I'm fine if that's what you wanted to know. This isn't the first time that something like that has happened,'' you answered, almost reading his mind.

 ''Oh? I'm sorry, I,'' Tewkesbury was trying to form coherent sentences and words in his head to reply to the ones you had spoken. ''Don't worry. I can handle myself. You saw, didn't you?'' you said, worried that if you'll look, you won't be able to take your eyes off of him. 

You and Tewkesbury sat there. Outside in the snowy garden, looking up at constellations until he blurted out something he had intended to keep to himself. ''They're really breathtaking and fair,'' he whispered, not thinking about what he was going to say next, ''just like you are.'' 

Oh, that was the last thing you thought he'd say. You sharply turned your head in his direction, only to see him hide his face behind his hands in embarrassment.

Not listening to your mind, you turned your body, so you were fully facing him and slowly pulled his hands away from his face. In confusion, the brown-haired boy looked at you, only to find you smiling gently. Just your smile made him feel warm inside, and butterflies take flight in his stomach. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but instead, you heard your parents call for you:'' Y/N, darling, we're going home! Where are you? A Y/L never stays too long.'' Tewkesbury looked at you in a slight panic. Clearly, he was not ready for this night to end, and truthfully, neither were you. But you had no choice, so you got up and started walking their way, but stopped in your tracks when you heard him call out to you. ''Wait, please,'' he cried out desperately, ''Will I ever see you again?''

You didn't know how to answer that question, so you ran back to him and kissed him on the cheek, making his cheeks turn scarlet. He was frozen, there, at the moment, that he didn't even notice you run to your parents.

Tewkesbury slowly brought up his hand to the place where you had kissed him. He blushed, again, at the thought. He felt the envelope that you had managed to slip into his hand. 

Upon taking a closer look at it, he noticed that it displayed his mother's name and his address, and the name ''Oswald Y/L'' and what he thought was your address.

''Wow,'' Tewkesbury whispered to no one in particular, repeating that night's events in his head.

Main Masterlist 

Christmas Masterlist

[zumpietoo]

Oh Lookity, It Continueth

(from Scratchy’s didn’t readsplain earlier):

Yeah, cuz you gots to get your lies/manipulations on the same page, amirite?

OML.....what should you do???? Dude, it’s a fucking fanfic about a fucking TeeVee show.....watch or don’t watch. Those are your options. And I think in your case, Unshura, definitely and clearly the latter.....and maybe look into some therapy. Or something...

Yes, this would be the rational way to approach it....and, again, you ARE also aware that it’s all pretend, riiiiiighttt???

Which is all the moar reason for you to stop watching. Also, really, you’re a dude? I’d peg you as a 12 year old, rather dimwitted fangurl, myself..

It actually all does and you missed it, cuz you chose to (denial some moar, huh?), buuuutt....

You should stop watching. Or, at a bare minimum, stop fucking lying....

You’ve got that fucking right.....like “silly” is entirely too generous and kind, dude...OMGGGGGG.....it’s a TEE VEE SHOW!!! Also, how exactly are you going to “fight for your ship”??? You don’t write the show, loony-toons...

You can actually do either, just not be so fucking batshit, bullying and lying about it....

Also oooohhhh the dramaaaaa!!!

And by “distinct possibility”, I’m guessing you mean 90+% probability??? This is QUITE the facing the music-fest we’re having today, huh? Cause I’ve been pointing out how wrong y’all are/were for over a year, now....And you aren’t BHs, you’re Slizzystans....

However, it’s heelarious to me that what prompted this was a fanfic by a glorified fanboi.....who had already intimated his limited knowledge (Jabi gonna stay) and you chose to ignore, months agoooo....

You mean when you either A) didn’t watch it or B) weren’t a nu sock account?

As for “canon”----A) 6x05 wasn’t---B) again, not gonna miss ya, bitch!

So you can accept them splitting up, but not really? And then only if it matches your fanfic? The irony about “closure” is that was a LOT of Jug’s trauma, as well.....and something Slizzy gleefully looked to deny him.

Oohhhh those meanie bully writers, daring to write their show their way!!! Soooo mean!! And yes, all intended expressly to torment your sweet, angel girl ass...

Or it’s like that first grader throwing a tantrum cuz it’s nap time and Mommy and Daddy took the favorite toy away.

Either way, your entitlement is breathtaking, slizzypinto.

Wait....is BrainFreeze (while getting it wrong, your shipmates are pissed off cuz Jug turned Slizzy down...) actually kinda being the voice of reason here???

(and yes, Alex even (self) “published” a Pinkle fanfic, dude...however, neither he nor y’all is a writer)

Then she shits on it....blah, blah, blah....and all wrong. And neither Jug nor Tabs will be cheating on the other....DW, dumbass!

Just because I oh-so-dramatically asked doesn’t mean I wanted to hear this!!! Let me be pathetic in peace!!! You aren’t being silly for having those questions, that’s called admitting reality. You’re being silly for making so much out of a TeeVee show....

You choose to be there. Get over yourself. AGAIN

Because they aren’t remotely “treading water”? (not even sure what you fucking mean, there, dude) And, again, it’s actually good you’re checking out and accepting you no longer enjoy the show....

Whelp, you also thought BH would “talk” (i.e. Jug would grovel) and they’d immediately reconcile----as you told me directly almost a year ago. So, looks like you’re wrong, once again.

The “new ships” have been together to an extent/on varying levels for over a year now and we know, at least thru ep 12, now Jabi’s still going strong...

Once again, they aren’t popular with Slizzystans. And the writers DGAF.

He actually wrote it for less than 4 seasons AND he’s wanted to do Barfie since fucking forever.....

Also, STILL with “they’re gonna talk!!!”???? Good lord, duuuudeee....noooo....also, that they don’t have closure merely illustrates how fucked up they are....

And, actually, the couples they wrote for years were toxic AF, with all sorts of issues and in the case of Pinkle and VD had nothing in common...

That’s because, to you, you want to see it that way, Snorty. And you’re really, really, REALLY dumb. And, again, it’s a Tee Vee SHOW

No you don’t you fucking liar....and, again, you’re pissed cuz you didn’t get your way, LBR....

“Propoganda”???? Duuuuuddddeee.....also, from what I’m hearing, this pissed off Barfies moar than y’all....they want for “everybody to give up”? Ummm....they want peeps to watch the show....cuz, again, it’s a TEE VEE SHOW.....not a fascist dictatorship.

Yes, others: Chip, Penny and Used Napkin....

The “struggle”???? My gawd she’s dramatic!!!

Errmm....and, again, it’ll make no difference in terms of what’s actually on our tee vee screen!

You’re all weird. You’re all weirdos. And batshit liars...

Ummm.....Brainfreeze? Not what’s happening.....and he isn’t “your boy”, if he were, you’d LOVE Jabi....

Let me sulk in peace!!! Oh the humanity, oh the Pee Arr!!

[koishua]

wonyoung looked stunning at the AAA but oml moon gayoung beloved too how is she so zbbxbxbx breathtaking like i was attacked on both sides by wonyoung announcing the award and gayoung accepting it help— 😭

[letshaikyuu]

May I request Oikawa headcanons for him liking a girl that doesn’t like him at first because she thinks he’s a ladies man and manipulative? But she finally gives in and admits she has feelings? Thank you~ congrats on 100 followers!!!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Thank you you amazing person 🥺🥺 we're already a bit over 200 and I can't thank you guys enough oml i love you

Oikawa Tooru trying to ask you out but you don't want to at first until you finally give in (Headcanons)

It was like he was struck by lightning when he first saw you. He couldn't tear his eyes away because you were that breathtaking

He was probably in a sea of fangirls when that happened. Politely excusing himself from the crowd, he walks towards you but instead of standing there, frozen because the Oikawa Tooru was approaching you, you scoffed in disgust and continue walking

The poor guy didn't know what was going on. You just...walked away.

Tries to find you around school, but whenever he does see you, you always give him this stink eye and walk the opposite way

Asks Iwaizumi what he's doing wrong because girls throw themselves at him and you're here planning his funeral apparently

"Not everyone likes you Shittykawa, can't you take a hint that the girl isn't interested?"

"But Iwa-chaaaan, I really really like her T^T"

Hajime never saw his best friend that serious about a crush before

When Tooru goes to school the next day, he has a flower in one hand and letter in the other

Leaves them both in your locker when he finally locates it. The letter is simple, asking you if you'd like to meet up and such

Hides behind the corner as you read the letter. When you start looking around and lock eyes with him, he grins because you definitely fell for his charms

His jaw breaks when you crumble that letter in your hands while still maintaining eye contact with him

What is even going on

Still keeps on trying by buying you sweets, writing letters and other things

You keep denying him and poor boy hit his limit

One time after school, he sees you walking by yourself late from school and basically speedwalks towards you

Grabs your shoulder and makes you turn around. If there's a wall behind you he will pin you to it. Your wide eyes are locked on his stern gaze as his face is a little bit too close to yours

"What's your problem with me."

He doesn't say this lightly but not harshly enough for you to get scared. It does make your gaze fixated on him and not once moving

"My problem?"

Gasps in exasperation and throws his hands in the air

"Ive been trying for weeks to get you to go out with me and you have been denying me over and over again. What am I doing wrong?"

You scoff and cross your arms over your chest. "I am not going out with a ladies man like yourself and getting my heart broken"

If he hasn't dislocated his jaw by now then he deserves to win the lottery cause you amaze him woman

"Me? A ladies man!?"

He can't believe his ears. Yes, he enjoys the company his fans provide him but when he likes someone then that someone is his sole focus.

Tries to reason with you and he's so close to just slamming his lips against yours and show you just how much he truly likes you. It was very hard for him not to do that

During his long ass speech about not being a ladies man, your thoughts about him would slowly change but you still had your doubts.

"Okay, fine. One date and that's it." His speech went on for what felt like hours so you really had to either say this or kiss him.

His huge smile blinded your sight and a small smile was plastered on your face. Were you really making the right decision?

But let me tell you honey, it wasn't just one date

[wuobio]

FATE UPDATE (LEGOLAS/OC):

Ch 14 - Wine Snatchers and  Eavesdrop Catchers

is now posted!! and it is also on wattpad if you prefer!

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for Sydney Novak dating a guitarist

Sydney Novak x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Would you do hcs for Sydney Novak with a musician s/o?”

at first, syd didn’t know what the big deal was

until she heard you play for the first time and fell head over heels for youuu

“do you know any bloodwitch?”

“bloodwitch? what the hell is that?”

“i dont know, a friend recommended it”

she would attend all of your performances and practices

seeing her shyly dance along to your music

and cheer you on during your solos

playing random riffs without warning

“what was that from?”

giving her a bunch of irrelevant information about music you like

her just contently listening

syd started to get into your music more and more

good luck kisses before you play

“this one’s for my amazing girlfriend, sydney, who’s sitting right there. love you, babe”

her helping you brainstorm lyrics to go along with your songs

“will you sing while i play?”

you fucking LOVED her singing voice

you’d beg her to sing oml

giving her lessons

“okay, so put your index finger there, and the middle below it, and the ring a little lower”

“i feel like im being stabbed”

“you’ll get used to it”

her mom asked you to play for her once

it was awkward

but her brother loves it a lot

he requests 70s classics and you cant argue with that

meeting stan

“do you know any bloodwitch?”

“this is the friend you were talking about??”

“aww you guys talk about me?”

he doesn’t like that u don’t play bloodwitch

he’s also maybe a teeny tiny bit jealous of u bc u hang out w sydney more than she hangs out w him

looking through his vinyls and showing syd which ones you like

“we should probably get going, i have a gig in an hour”

“did you hear that, y/n has a gig”

she just thinks you look breathtaking on stage

#1 groupie type beat

im out of ideas 😌