#almost walked out of the boba shop

[gucciwins]

my friend told me she’s watching tsitp and from the season 2 spoilers she’s seen she’s team jer 😭

[kaoharu]

hiiiiii and good morning ☝️‼️

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor anthology

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist

Part 3: Bubble Tea

“Hey.” Kyle murmurs, hand lightly grazing over your shoulders to rest on the back of your neck. His palm feels warm on your skin and you unconsciously lean back into it.

“Hm?” You look up from where you were hunched over your phone - definitely not shopping for a new purse on company time.

“Gonna go pick up lunch f’the shop. Want t’ come with? I don’t think I can carry it all myself.” He asks. His eyes are always so soft when he looks at you. Relaxed and bright with that constant slight quirk in the corners of his lips.

“Oh! Yeah, sounds good.” You grin, standing quickly and grabbing your wallet out of your purse to shove into your back pocket. Might as well get something for yourself if you’re going out. “Where are we heading?”

“That poke place a couple blocks up.” Kyle nods in the intended direction.

You follow him out of the shop. The weather has begun to warm more. Still cool enough for long sleeves but the sun feels nice on your face as you trot up the street, speed walking to keep up with Kyle and his accursed long legs.

“Switch with me.” Kyle murmurs, hand flattening on your lower back as he steps to the road side of the sidewalk.

You snort, cheeks warming when his hand remains a few beats longer than necessary. “How chivalrous.”

He chuckles. “My grandad always said t’never let a lady walk by the street. Guess it stuck with me.”

As much as you want to tease him about playing into gender roles, you can’t lie and say you don’t like it. That it doesn’t make your heart patter and your stomach flutter. Growing up fat, you never really got the chance to be treated delicately. Femininely. Always expected to be tougher, louder, more masculine. It feels good. Healing, in a way, as stupid as it is.

God, your inner monologue is embarrassing.

The shop is smaller than you expected. Tucked away like many buildings in this downtown with a short, blue awning shading the teal colored door. It’s surprisingly crowded too, people packed in like sardines and filing in and out quickly. The inside is nicely decorated - a few tables off to the side that no one seems to stay at. They more so seem to act as a waiting spot until people get their food and head out. The menu board is shaped like a bright blue, wall-length fish.

“Ladies first.” Kyle grins, opening the door for you. You roll your eyes at him, earning a pinch to your side in return. It’s almost strange how easy things are with him - with all of them. You don’t think you’ve ever been this comfortable around a group of men before. That would probably make you sad if you thought about it for long enough.

Kyle passes you a little clipboard with a stack of papers to customize your poke bowl and a small pen. He begins filling out three for the others, seemingly from memory. You wonder how often they come down here - if it’s their favorite local spot or just convenient. You look over his shoulder, snooping for the others preferences. Apparent Simon likes a lot of spice. Johnny, not so much.

Your eyes widen as you reach the bottom of your menu. “They have boba!”

“You want some?” Kyle grins.

You nod excitedly. Like a kid discovering a new candy. It’s been so long since you got your hands on some bubble tea - if you’d known they had it sooner you would’ve been in here nearly everyday. Then again, maybe it’s good that you didn’t know.

Kyle holds out his hand. You look between it and his face dumbly for a few moments, clutching your order in your hands before putting the pieces together.

“I can get my own!” You insist. “I don’t-“

“Price’s treat, love.” He snags the paper from your hands. “He always pays when we come here.”

“Oh. Okay.” You chew your lip. “I can at least pay for my drink, since it’s extra-“

He just waves you off and marches up to the register. You don’t miss the fact that he pulls out a very shiny credit card. So it’s not Price’s treat. It’s a company treat, eh?

Not that you’re going to complain. Free poke and boba is a dream come true.

Kyle takes your little plastic number, ducking to snag a now freed up table to wait at. They’re tall, causing you to scramble unceremoniously to get up in the heightened chair. You think you see him laughing out of the corner of your eye, but as soon as you face him he’s just sitting with that usual, casual smile of his.

One of the workers brings over your drinks in a little carrier, saying the food will take a minute longer. You’ve never been patient, greedily grabbing your tea and aggressively stabbing through the cover.

“When do you think John’s gonna let you do your first real tattoo?” You ask, kicking your feet under the tall chair.

Kyle shrugs. “He said soon. I think he’s waitin’ for me to’ be less nervous about it. Plus I need to find someone to do it on-“

“You can do it on me.” You blurt without thinking.

He eyes you. “Really?”

You nod excitedly. “I really like your work - at least what I’ve seen of it. It doesn’t have to be anything big. I’m perfectly happy with one your black-only flashes. That way you can start small.”

“I don’t know…”

“Plus, John says I sit real good. I’m not gonna wriggle and fuck you up.” You chew your straw absentmindedly.

“And what do you get out of this?” Kyle cocks and eyebrow, that slight, constant smirk only growing across his face.

You tap your chin. “Bragging rights when you get famous someday. I got the first official Garrick tattoo ever!”

A surprised laugh forces it’s way out of him, sending him into a coughing fit around the drink he was sipping. “Don’t think I’m gonna be that good, love.”

You reach out, resting your hand over his as a strange wave of seriousness overtakes you. “I don’t think John would take you on as an apprentice if he didn’t think so. Plus, you should hear how much he brags about you. It’s almost insufferable.”

There’s something in his eyes as he gives you another once over. It’s slower this time, dragging up your arm and across your features and back down your other arm, coming to an end where your hand lays over his. Kyle turns his hand upward, brushing his two middle fingers over your pulse point. It steals your breath, strangely enough. He hold your hand so gently, barely cupping it in his.

You wish you could tell what he’s thinking. For all Kyle’s honest and kind nature, he’s hard to read. That perma-smirk hides a lot more than you think you or anyone else realizes.

“Alright. I’ll talk t’John about it.” He murmurs, withdrawing his hand.

“Yah. You better.” You grin, leaning back in your seat just as the food comes out.

[flwrkisses]

boyfriend! ni-ki.

HAPPY (late) RIKI DAAAAY!! wishing the happiest and sweetest birthday to our lovely riki. celebrating by writing all my lovely ni-ki stans a little headcannon. enjoy!

genre: fluff. established relationship. idol! x reader. headcannon.

warning: some mentions of arguments and skin ship like kissing and cuddling.

❀˖° heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki ..

- you and riki had been introduced to eachother by mutual friends. he for some reason found himself always wanting to impress you each time he saw you. thats how he found out he liked you.

- the weird feeling he would get in his chest when he saw you was actually just the butterflies. even if he didn't want to admit it. so, one day after talking to jake for a really long time about his feelings he finally got the confidence to tell you how he felt.

- he honestly was ready for rejection so when you told him you were also interested in him, took him off guard. he probably would need a moment to register what exactly to do next. but from that day on you guys just assumed you were dating without any proper question. you both admitted feelings for each other.. so you guys just assumed thats how relationships start.

- the first date would probably be to a movie in the park or maybe a shopping run that turned into a cafe and boba date on accident.

- riki is usually very private about his relationships.. however, if someone gets on his nerves he plays the "at least im actually dating someone!" card to rub in their face that he managed to find someone who loves and cares about him.

- he's a mean boyfriend, meaning that he will tease you, poke fun at you and play pranks on you because thats how he shows his love. however, you must retaliate in return if not its not fun.

- sometimes when you're walking down the street while holding hands he purposefully trips you and chuckles when you stumble only for you to try and trip him back. this usually leads to you guys almost tackling eachother in the middle of the sidewalk.

- he also finds it funny when he holds his hand out against your head to stop you from getting closer to him. he's tall and has long arms so he thinks its funny but after a while he gives in and pulls you close.

- you know he loves to mess around and tease you however, no matter how much he playfully bullies you he's actually very protective of you. lots of his jokes come from a place of love. however, if someone else were to make fun of you the way he did he couldn't find it funny at all.

- despite how playful he is. he would die for your touch. he loves melting into your arms and holding you. believe it or not he's a lot clinger than you'd imagine.

- in private he's putty in your hands but around his hyungs or anyone else he tries to play it cool.

- he draws you things on any serface if you give him enough time and a writing utensil. they're usually cute drawings of a couple that he says are the two of you. he leaves these little doodles on your shopping lists, notebooks, sticky notes, white boards.

- when you visit him while he's at practice he gets so excited because he loves seeing you when he's in his element. he shows off just for you and asks you if you thought he looked cool while dancing.

- riki finds your height difference to be extremely cute. he loves pointing out how short you are compared to him. he loves feeling tall around you. please ask him to get things off the top shelf.

- he's going to ask to borrow your hair tie, and never give it back so he can wear it around his wrist or keep it on his nightstand as evidence he's with someone.

- something you noticed is that he'd "accidentally" leave his shirts or hoodies at your place in hopes that you'd wear it. and when you do he melts a little inside.

- when shopping he usually likes to take you with him so you can tell him what you think about clothes. he wont buy something you don't like. if you're not with him expect pictures of clothes on him or facetime calls for your opinion.

- riki loves hearing your voice so even when he's sleepy from a long day working, he'll call you just to hear you talk about your day. his deep raspy voice usually just humming along to your words to let you know he's listening.

- most times he ends up falling asleep with you on call, regardless of if it's a video chat or regular phone call. he feels comfortable enough to do that with you so it's sweet. plus he works so hard you can't possibly be upset.

- he gets a lot if his dating and relationship advice from jake because in his eyes he thinks he's the most romantic. so most big romantic gestures from riki is usually something jake told him to do for you.

- pda is a big no for him, maybe simple hand holding or a quick hug would be okay. but he gets way too shy to actually kiss you or be overly touchy with you in public.

-but, he does like to see you wearing his clothes or matching shoes with him. its a little cheesy but he can't get enough of it. it's a little nod that you belong to each other.

- on his phone your contact would be something like "my loser." or "nerd." something not too romantic incase someone takes his phone and makes fun of him for having such a lovey dovey name for you.

- his home screen is a picture of you though. you're not looking at the camera and it's kinda blurry but he knows it's you and he loves looking at the candid pictures he's taken of you. loves it so much that it makes one of them his hime screen.

- riki loves thrill especially thrill rides so even if you don't like them he would drag you to ride rollercoasters or fast rides with him.

- he does love to kiss you though. after the first kiss he was addicted and is always looking forward the next kiss. however he would die inside if anyone every caught you both kissing.

- arguments are something unavoidable. especially when riki can be a little bit of a hot-head about things and prideful. he kinda sucks at apologizing or talking things out so space from each other usually helps you both cool down.

- after a couple days you both realize how much you miss each other and end up forgetting why you were upset with each other in the first place.

- a fault in him is saying yes to anything you want to do or ask for. sometimes he doesn't realize what exactly he's agreeing to. this has gotten him into a lot of very interesting situations with you. like ending up in the salon next to you getting his nails and toes done, or taste testing weird herbal teas, or even getting his hair dyed to slightly match yours.

- after a long day, you both just melt into the sofa and scroll on your phones for hours. just watching tiktoks or something similar. occasionally reaching over to show each other something funny.

- if you're not doing your weekly tiktok scroll with him on the sofa, you're probably cuddling and watching an anime. you guys take turns picking which one to watch. its also a nice way to spend time together since he loves to order food and make a date night out of it.

- when going out with you to a place where theres music and dancing involved. regardless on if you can or can't dance he would pull you to dance floor to dance with him. a big smile on his face as he watches you move and enjoy yourself.

- he is so supportive of you no matter what. he would promote your projects you choose to do regardless of what it is. he always has your back, and encourages you to do what you love.

- just expect impromptu dance parties while listening to music. you guys could be chilling and having music in the background when he pulls you up and just playfully dances with you.

- when watching a romance movie and they do something cool, like kiss under stars, or set up a romantic camp site, or something of that nature he can't help but look at you and say "lets do that."

- he would never tell you, but praise goes such a long way with him. he wants to hear that he's doing well and that you're proud of him. so when you vocalize it he loves it.

- in the beginning of the relationship he says things like. "saying 'i love you' is so cheesy." only to be the one who says it over and over later in your relationship. when you wake up, when you part ways for the day, when you go to bed. all the time.

- riki would also have a polaroid of you on the back of his clear phone case because he thinks it's cute. and regardless of how old the photo is he wont change it.

- overall, riki's a sweet but, mischievous type boyfriend. he lives and breathes for you and wont let you forget it with how much he playfully annoys you. there is nothing he wont do to make you happy or to hear your laugh that he loves so much.

©flwrkisses ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission. (2023)

masterlist. — requests are open!

[boydepartment]

so cute - anton lee x reader

a/n: DONT LOOK AT ME RN…. okay i’m having a moment shut up i can’t sleep. this is completely self indulgent and writing for fun so whooooooops

warnings- none just fluff and goofy. idol! anton. photography major! reader. (i am not a photography major so pls um bare w me) THIS IS ALSO REALLY CLICHE SO I AM SORRY i also have no idea what tags to use :( so if you are on riize tumblr PLS HELP ME IN MY INBOX WITH TAGS

wc- 250-300

MASTERLIST

when you sat down after you ordered you got all your stuff organized. you had a plan to meet your friend to study together at a small but sweet boba shop. a lot of college students would come and go and half the fun of studying was procrastinating and choosing to people watch instead.

your friend was late and so you were left to fend for yourself. which was okay, it didn’t bother you. you got a little lost in thought and didn’t even notice the gaggle of boys walk in.

you didn’t even notice when the second cashier called up your order and you skipped over to pick it up. it tasted sweet and made you smile.

the way you set up your table looked really nice so you took a couple steps away from your chair to take a photo, not for class. just for fun.

your notes and laptop looked like those aesthetic posts on pinterest and the view outside the window was not the worst for a parking lot. you looked down at your phone and frowned, maybe the flash would help?

you went to get in position again when a guy totally bumped into you. sending both of you crashing onto the floor!

when you sat up you saw all his friends almost sprint out of the shop laughing, you looked down, eyes widening.

“i’m so sorry! here let me help you up!” you stood up and put your hands out. he was quiet and took your hands. you bent over and picked up his thankful pre-poked boba, nothing spilled thank goodness!

“are you okay?” you asked, handing his drink to him. it was a little hard to tell or read him as he was wearing a mask, there was only so much you could read with his eyes.

your head turned to the side trying to get an answer out of him. eventually he snapped out of whatever daze he was in. did this boy hit his head too hard?

“it was my fault! i was walking backwards while talking and i didn’t see you i’m sorry…” the boy was very soft spoken and it took you by surprise. a lot of people you met in college were a little outspoken.

you smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood, “it’s okay it was an accident!”

“you fell pretty hard on your knees, are you okay?” he asked, noticing that they looked pretty scuffed.

“oh! i’m okay. don’t worry about it.” you went to grab your bag which softened the blow of your fall.

“is your phone okay? if it’s broken i can help pay for the damages…”

that was sweet of him…

you looked at your phone and saw the crack in the screen protector, “it’s a little cracked but it’s just the screen protector! it’s fine! if anyone asks i can tell them about this.” you laughed a little and looked at him again, “my friend’s gonna wish she wasn’t late…!”

you heard the boy laugh a little, “i still feel bad for tripping over you and ruining your photo, can i do anything to make up for it?”

“there’s no need to feel bad!” you said quickly- waving you hands back and forth, “again it’s totally okay. you should probably get back to your friends though… they kinda ran off.”

you saw him look outside the window, scoffing a little, “i’m going to choose to ignore them.”

this made you laugh, it was a total 180 from his voice, it was cute.

“i’m y/n. i figure since we’re having a conversation it’s appropriate to introduce myself, since you’re not just falling over me and dipping.” you stuck your hand out again.

he looked at your hand and shook it, “anton.” his eyes curved which told you he was smiling. cute.

“um… your friend still isn’t here… can i sit with you?”

you nodded, might as well, it wasn’t like you were studying. he happily took a seat next to you.

“you’re in college right?”

you nodded, “mhm! photography major!” you opened a file and scooted your laptop to him. anton looked through your photos almost amazed.

“i’m trying to put together my portfolio right now actually. i’m hoping i’ll get a job soon.” you explained, leaning your head on your palm.

he practically perked up at this, “my friends and i need a photographer for our next show!”

“show?”

“ummmmmmmmmm.” anton scratched his neck, “yes. show. music. yaknow….”

you smiled, “honestly, if it pays well, i’d love to.”

he looked at you and nodded, really enthusiastically. you felt pride bubble in you for someone being so impressed by your work to offer you a job.

“can i get your number to get the details?” you asked, unlocking your phone, he was cute and even if the job didn’t work out, maybe a date would. you could hear his phone buzzing rapidly.

anton nodded again and put his information in, “text me your name n stuff and i’ll answer i promise.” he stood up, “i really need to get back to my friends they’re blowing up my phone… even though they ditched me…”

you laughed again, “no problem. i’ll text you!”

“yeah!” he was walking away from you smiling when he ran into the door awkwardly. almost like the scene of a movie. it was so cute.

he was so cute.

[takenbypeter]

Coffee Shop Romance

Tangerine x reader

Words: 749

Coffee break. One of the many joys the fruit titled assassin enjoyed out of his work day.��

The job was a simple stake out job at least for now, until something more exciting came along.

The two brothers split up for the break, with Lemon going to the next door boba shop while Tangerine stuck with his regular ole coffee. 

He didn’t adore coffee but it was a nice pick me up. Especially when it was from his favorite coffee shop. 

It was an average size building, with few customers. 

When Tangerine first came to this shop he didn’t like it too much. Well actually he didn’t like you. You were too cheerful. No one works a customer service job and is that happy, he swore it. Maybe something good happened to you, he thought, but after a few more visits he realized it was just who you were, you were just the word happy itself. At least that’s what it looked like. You were nice to everyone, even those who talked your ears off. And you always had a smile on, either big or small, almost as if that was your permanent expression. And it sort of irritated him that you were so…happy. 

But after about a month of coming to the place that irritation turned into something different. Almost as if he found himself looking forward to that cheesy grin that greeted him behind that counter. 

He wouldn’t say he looked forward to it, (no matter how much he actually did.) but it definitely had a weird sort of contagious effect to it, to the point that he always found himself smirking when leaving. 

And today started as just one of those times. He entered the building, the familiar bell noise bouncing off the walls. And he walked up to the counter, which was empty. 

Tangerine frowned. This was unusual. He waited a bit, his frown deepening as another face—a different face came in view. 

“Hi, what can I get started for you today?” Was asked of Tangerine before he began his order. 

It’s not like he was upset about it not being you behind the counter, sure he was a little disappointed, even curious but he knew none of that was his place to be. 

After receiving his coffee he headed for the door. With the door just a few inches away from him he heard a sniffle to his left and giving a quick glance he recognized you with your back to the door, sitting at one of the tables. 

He stood frozen in place weighing his options, if he heard what he thinks he heard should he go over there, or should he just leave? He didn’t think too much because soon enough he heard another sniffle. 

With a small grunt he changed directions. Peering over your shoulder to confirm his thoughts he then stopped right in front of you. His expression softened at the sight of tears falling from your eyes. 

His hand motioned to the chair and stopped as it was coming into your view. You looked at his hand then followed it to his face. 

You recognized his face—he was the grumpy customer who always got the black coffee fresh. 

With his hand frozen in place mid air you nodded giving him permission to sit and he pulled the chair out doing so. 

He set the coffee down and looked at you as you rubbed your face trying to get rid of any evidence of the former tears. “I’m fine,” you said before he was even given the chance to ask. 

���No, you’re not. You’re crying at a coffee shop.”

You sat silently, your eyes glued to the table that now had his coffee on it. 

“What happened?”

You shook your head forcing yourself to let a single big laugh out, “you don’t want to hear it.”

“Please. Tell me everything.”

So you did. 

With tears returning you explained yourself and you were content you did. 

Sure you found it strange you were so comfortable in telling this stranger all of your worries but at the end of it all, you consider yourself fortunate that he pulled out that chair and sat there. You were thankful that even while he didnt have an answer for your problems he just listened. 

You consider yourself grateful for all those events that lead up to those tears because if not for them, you may not have met the love of your life that afternoon. 

[timetoeatthebread-blog]

Heartsteel! Members suddenly have to take care of a child; Headcanons (Gender neutral and in an imaginary world where police is THAT useless. I like to think it isn't)

How they found you and how they reacted :

Kayn:

- He was literally minding his own business

- You ran up to him because of his pink eye and pink hair.

- Just straight up grabbing his left leg and not letting go, like a little menace.

- He tried to shake you off

- Almost fell face first into a wall while jumping around with his free leg.

- The little tic (You) had the grip of a true warrior.

- You bit him in his calf.

- Didn't hurt him that much. Instead it spooked him because he didn't expect a small child to have such sharp teeth. He hit his face on a pole on the sidewalk.

- What are you, a vampire? You little menace.

- You didn't know what menace meant, but vampire sounded cool. You pretended to be a vampire from this moment on, trying to bite him.

- At some point he finally got you off his leg and carried you under his arm like a bag.

- Wha- THE FU--

- Yes, you bit his arm

- Dude was so confused that he didn't even call the police

- Instead he took you home so Yone can take care of you.

Yone:

- Was grocery shopping, rolling his cart and checking the list if he needed anything

- Suddenly there was you, running around with a mini shopping cart.

- Totally proud of yourself. You were acting like an adult and you liked it (Because rolling the cart is fun).

- At some point you got lost from your family and then you saw Yone.

- It's not everyday you see someone in a zebra (in your child words. It wasn't a zebra print) shirt print.

- Like the young and cultured child you were, you asked if he saw your parents.

- The mom of the group tried to find your parents.

- Failed.

- The police wasn't really much help either. No one reported you missing.

- They (Police) were trying to take you but you cried so much because you didn't want to be separated from the gentle giant.

- One thing led to another and the police have his number and they will call him if they have any information.

- Brought you a pair of clothes so you have a change of clothes for later.

- Everyone was surprised when Yone didn't return with groceries and instead with a child.

K'sante:

- Was walking out of the gym and through a park

- Instantly noticed that you were alone on the playground.

- Checks for anyone in the vicinity of the park.

- The nearest residential area was a long way from the park.

- Walks up to you, crouches and greets you.

- Another gentle giant. But more energetic.

- Your sibling left you here as a prank to scare you.

- Parents gone on a trip.

- Cue inner anger at your sibling.

- Takes you to an ice cream shop. Buys you your favorite. With extra whipped cream/fruit.

- Contemplates his next options.

- Decides to take you home since it was getting dark, left his number at the police station and let them know the situation.

- Let's Yone know. Yone buys you a few things.

- Shows you his big armadillo plushie.

- The rest doesn't know that you are there yet (minis Yone)

Aphelios:

- Yes, he was in a store.

- Yes, they sold plushies.

- Yes, he bought a plushie gun and he was buying ammo.

- It's all for a prank I swear.

- You were hiding under one of the tables.

- Initially didn't care for you. Was sure your parents were nearby.

- They were not.

- Walks with you hand in hand, slow peace isn't a problem for him

- Thinks how you follow after him with your steps is cute.

- Calls his sister for help. She is completely serious and comes to you guys.

- She falls instantly in love with how cute and precious, scoops you up in her arms and carries you around.

- Aphelios kinda regrets not picking you up sooner.

- They go to the police station and they do nothing.

- Time to let Yone know what was happening...

- Since you were cute and you made his sister happy, he was quite happy himself to join his sister to buy cute things for you.

Ezreal:

- Was buying himself boba in a mall.

- And a new phone charger.

- His last one got destroyed by a mistake by Aphelios' prank.

- Saw you in the cutest, silliest outfit.

- Dude loves cute things almost as much as Aphelios.

- But you were alone. Like sitting in the corner alone and looking at people.

- You noticed him.

- Big pant look cool.

- Cue you running up to him and asking all about his pants, not understanding why it had so many unnecessary accessories.

- He discovers you were left alone by your sibling (again).

- You've been in the mall since the early morning. It was almost evening now.

- Goes to the police. Police is useless.

- Carries you around on his shoulders. Your laugh is precious and so is your happiness.

- His (not biological) little sibling! His little angel!

- He swore to protect you until the end.

- Gave you his boba since you were thirsty.

- MMm boba balls. They pop. It's cool as frick.

Sett:

- Was totally practicing basketball

- Found you alone. No one around.

- You asked about his ears. Reminded you of a dog.

- You love dogs.

- So does he.

- Instant connection.

- Calls his Mama for help.

- She is far away now but tells him to get you something to drink and eat and then take you to the police.

- Does as told.

- Buys you something to drink.

- Buys you dino nuggets.

- You both love them.

- Hols your hand and walks with you.

- Gives up when his back eventually starts hurting from bending so much and walking so slowly.

- Police is useless.

- Comes home and notifies Yone so he can take care of it.

- Feeds you more dino nuggets and sugar, while Yone does all the work.

[adioringhamzah]

daddy pt1

y/n starts to feel nauseous after a tipsy hook up with her best friend hamzah

tw : fluff, vomiting, pregnancy scare, mentions of hooking up

you woke up feeling sick, you were used to feeling a little nauseous in the morning, but this was really something else, you could almost feel like a burn inside your throat. you got up from your bed, barely walking two steps before throwing up all over your brand new pink rug. already feeling defeated by this mysterious illness, you remembered that you were supposed to meet up with your best friend mandy. to be totally honest, you were a little happy to be missing your date because things had been a little awkward since you hooked up with her boyfriend's best friend, hamzah.

it didn't really mean anything, you were both a little tipsy at a party, and one thing led to another.. leading to your legs spread wide open in his bed. mandy didn't know anything about it, but you wanted to tell her so bad, that night with hamzah was genuinely one of the best you ever had, and you couldn't tell anyone.

you and hamzah had been friends since she started dating martin, you had always liked how funny and thoughtful he was. he knew how to make you laugh even when you were at your worst and he loved how you knew all the tiktok references he used. you didn't talk that much when you weren't physically next to each other though, it was like those school friends that you would only talk to from 8 am to 5 pm before forgetting all about them.

but you never forgot about hamzah, you would think about him every time you saw a ginger cat or a funny tiktok. even boba shops would remind you of his beautiful deep eyes.

you got back to reality when you got a text from mandy, trying to confirm the date's location. you quickly replied that you were feeling sick and made a little summary of all your symptoms. you loved that mandy could use her nurse knowledge to diagnose you : most of the time, she would just reply that you're overreacting and not to worry or that you had a common cold, but this time you didn't really like her reply.

she asked you when were your last periods and you started feeling deezy, after all they were a few weeks late but you hadn't thought that much about it since you weren't having lots of sex and they always came a little late anyway. but this time felt different, it's like you knew. you lied to mandy, telling her you felt better already after taking some vitamins and she seemed relieved.

but you weren't. you quickly threw on one of the baggiest shirt you could find, it ironically was an ooc one, and your comfort pair of jeans. you took your vintage purse and left. the walk to the pharmacy felt way too long, and when you arrived, you took a pregnancy test from each brand available. you paid for them and quickly walked out. but while stressfuly walking home, you heard a greeting from a familiar voice. normally, you would've loved it, but this time, you really weren't in the mood to chat with someone that could potentially be the reason for your nausea. you tried to walk faster, but he catched up to you and warmly greeted you. when you turned around, you were shocked by how beautiful he looked in such a basic outfit, always with his nap queen hoodie.

he asked you why you were so avoiding, and you told him some lie about you simply not hearing him. he believed you but started walking with you and playing with your shirt, you knew he loved seeing people wear his merch, especially you, it made him feel accomplished. he got closer and closer to you, and you started reminiscing about your shared night, you could almost feel his tongue on the most vulnerable parts of your body. your daydreaming made you clumsy all of a sudden and your little bag fell right off your shoulder.. all the way to the ground.

you knew hamzah was a true gentleman, he picked the bag right up just like you knew he would, but when all the tests started spilling over, you felt your nausea get worse and worse. you looked at him, his mouth was wide open, shocked. you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, and both of you looked at each other in pure shock. he finally decided to start talking, "y/n what's all this?? is there something you need to tell me??". you felt your tears coming up and started crying, you didn't know what to tell him, after all, you might not even be pregnant! hamzah was so sweet, though, quickly bringing your shaking body in his strong arms in the middle of the street, letting you finish crying in peace. once you finally calmed down, he let you out of his embrace and told you to come with him.

you found yourself back at his apartment in no time. he led you to his bathroom and took all the tests out of the boxes. you thanked him lots of times and told him to get out just as long as you peed on them. when you got out, you found hamzah waiting right in front of the door. he took your hand and sat you down right next to him on his sofa. he gently placed strands of hair behind your ears before placing his hands on your hips and kissing you. it felt like you had been waiting for this kiss forever, and you found yourself returning the kiss like you were starved, and your only ressource was his saliva. your long kiss was interrupted by a loud beep from hamzah's phone. "oh shit.. the tests are done", you looked at him like a sad puppy that didn't want to get put down. you couldn't even speak because you knew tears would start flowing. thankfully, he understood and went to get everything from the bathroom.

you started shaking, scared of what could happen, hamzah came back, with a scared smile. he told you he hadn't looked at anything yet and that you should just look at them at the same time, you agreed, and both of you looked closely while he turned it around. you were left shocked when hamzah threw the test at the other side of the room, you gave him a confused look but he quickly explained

"y/n, i don't care if you're pregnant or not, whatever happens i just want to confess that i think im in love with you, i have been ever since i first saw you and i know i could love our potential baby just as much"

you were left absolutely speechless but in the best way ever and you loved how his cheeks turned a light pink colour. it was all you dreamed of but thought absolutely impossible until now. you leaned into him, placing your hands on the back of his neck and his on your hips. "i love you too" you said just loud enough for him to hear you, his smile grew bigger and he kissed you all over your face.

💋

[daisies-daydreams]

LETS GOOO!! THE REQUESTS ARE BACK!

can i request hobie brown x female!plus sized reader? (IK, IM OBSESSED WITH THAT SHIP.)

let’s say that reader and hobie go on a date, right? they go to a nice restaurant (not the really expensive ones😭) , go to a lightshow at the park, go to the bookstore and get some boba? reader is wearing something like a tank top with a long skirt and a bunch of accessories, and people just give her weird stares and say some really mean things to us:(( but hobie being the best boyfriend just defends us by those assholes.

*sobs.* im sorry but at the end of the date, hobie just shows how much he loves reader in their shared apartment . (SMUT PLEASE.)

My Type (Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x F!Plus-Sized Reader Category: Angst/Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: I don't speak Japanese or Mandarin, Fat-shaming, Slut-shaming, Verbal Bullying, Swearing, Body Insecurity, Making Out, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Clit Play, Body Worship, Praise, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Missionary, Slight Manhandling, Standing Full-Nelson, Mirror Sex, Creampie Word Count: 7.6k+ A/N: Hello hello love! Thank you so much for this sweet request! Hobie would be such a supportive and caring boyfriend, fr. 😭🙏I hope you enjoy! 

You gasped when Hobie came up from behind you and smoothed his hands over your hips. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled beneath the dim light of your bathroom as he sighed.

“Lookin’ good, doll,” he purred, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You bit your lip as you gazed at your shared reflection. Your hair was pulled back with a few colorful barrettes, several earrings adorning your lobes and a thick, black choker with a heart-shaped charm latched around your neck.

“You don’t think it’s too much?” you asked nervously as you slowly turned towards him, the bracelets on your wrists jingling with your movement. Hobie hummed as he hungrily scanned you up and down, admiring each and every dip and curve of your body.

“Nah, it's perfect,” he grinned ear to ear. “You're perfect,” Hobie whispered as he cupped your cheek. You shivered a little as he gently massaged your lovehandles as he pecked your forehead. You blushed as you slid your hands onto his thin shoulders.

"Really?" you murmured. Your boyfriend smiled as he kept his hands on your waist.

“Really,” he whispered. Your heart skipped a beat as he closed the gap between you two, his warm, plush lips caressing yours in a tender embrace. You squeaked as he slid his hand down and squeezed one of your plump asscheeks.

“Hobie,” you squeaked as you ducked your head into his shoulder.

“Sorry, lovie. Just can’t help myself sometimes,” he chuckled with a mischievous smirk. You raised a brow as you playfully flicked his arm.

“Mhm,” you replied before giggling quietly as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“You almost ready to head out?” Hobie asked. You smiled and nodded before grabbing your wallet.

“No need for that, love. I'll take care of everythin’,” he grinned. You blinked and gripped your wallet.

“Are you sure?” you asked as you nervously bit your lip. Hobie nodded, his mouth curved into a warm smile.

“‘Course. I wanna spoil my girl tonight,” he winked and smoothed his hands over your hips again. Your heart warmed as you slowly set your wallet down.

"Thank you, baby," you smiled and pulled him into a tight hug. Hobie sighed as he rubbed your back.

"Welcome. Now...how does ramen sound for dinner tonight?" he smiled. Your heart leapt as your face brightened.

"Sounds amazing," you giggled while squeezing his hand. Hobie grinned as he gave a small nod, his long strides leading the two of you out of your shared flat.

"By the way, there's a new boba shop that just opened up nearby. You wanna head over there before we eat?" he asked, your interlocked hands swaying while the two of you walked down the bustling London streets. You tilted your head as you thought for a moment.

"Well...boba's usually pretty sweet, so maybe we could save it for dessert?" you suggested while gazing into his warm, alluring eyes.

"Sounds good to me," your boyfriend grinned. His high-laced boots thudded against the pavement while the two of you continued your stroll. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder as the two of you waited at a pedestrian crossing.

"You alright?" Hobie asked while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You nodded and slowly opened your eyes.

"Yeah - just happy that I finally get to spend some time with you," you said with a gentle smile. Your lover's eyes softened as he pulled you closer to his side, your bodies pressed against one another as he pecked the crown of your head. You blinked as several people began to pass the two of you as the crossing sign blinked.

"Guess that's our cue," Hobie chuckled. You giggled as he lead you down the sidewalk. Your eyes lit up when you saw the soft glow of Yamashiro's Ramen House gleam on the pavement below. A young man at the cash register smiled as the two of you stepped inside.

"いらっしゃいませ!" he chirped [Welcome!]. You reflected his friendly smile as the two of you stepped up.

"Hi, Shinji!" you replied. You heard some ruckus in the kitchen before a middle-aged man stepped out, his apron stained and crows-feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Yamashiro!" you smiled brightly.

"Ah, Hobie and (Y/N)! My favorite customers!" he said with outstretched arms.

"You say that about all of your customers," Shinji muttered. Mr. Yamashiro shot his nephew a glare before he instructed him to seat the two of you.

"I hope the two of you are ready for the house special tonight!" the owner beamed before shuffling back into the kitchen. You and Hobie exchanged glances while sliding into a booth.

"What's the house special?" you asked Shinji. The young man leaned forward as he handed you the menus.

"It's just the regular Sapporo ramen he makes but with a secret ingredient," he whispered.

"Shinji!" Mr. Yamashiro called. The waiter flinched before giving the two of you a short bow.

"Excuse me," he said before rushing to greet a group of high-school students, all of them stuffed into their preppy uniforms. You smiled as you turned towards Hobie, your hands finding each other under the table.

"What're you thinkin' of gettin', doll?" he hummed as his eyes scanned the menu. You pursed your lips and shrugged.

"Just the usual," you replied. Hobie raised a brow. "What?" you giggled.

"Not gonna venture out, eh?" he teased with a smirk. You playfully poked your tongue out at him as you closed your menu.

"You know me and trying new things at restaurants. It usually doesn't end well..." you sighed and crossed your ankles, your flats clicking against the floor. The group of highschoolers passed the two of you, a few of them wrinkling their noses as they looked you up and down. You shrunk a little beneath their gaze and shifted in your seat.

"Fair 'nough," your boyfriend grinned as Shinji came back to your tables with two glasses of water.

"Are we ready?" the young waiter asked as he flipped over to a new page on his notepad. You smiled and nodded.

"I'll have the regular Sapporo ramen, please," you chirped.

"I'll do the Okinawa Soba with spice level five, please," Hobie sniffed. Shinji nodded as he took down your orders.

"Great! And what to drink?" he asked.

"Water's fine," you and Hobie replied at the same time. You giggled and gently nudged the tip of his boot with your shoe. He squeezed your hand in return with a small tug at the corner of his mouth.

"Excellent. I'll bring your food out as soon as possible," Shinji beamed. You watched as he stepped away before turning back to your love.

"I'm surprised she didn't order the whole menu," one of the highschoolers snorted nearby while staring at you. Your cheeks burned as you looked down at your lap. Hobie turned and glared at the group of boys. Their smiles fell as they ducked their heads.

"Arseholes," he muttered. You gave him a small smile, your heartrate slowing down as you uncrossed your ankles.

"There's a lightshow at the park a block over. You wanna go after this?" you asked. Hobie sighed as he leaned forward, his hand still gently holding yours beneath the table.

"I don't know. Sounds pretty boring," he said while tilting his head. You furrowed your brows before he started to snicker, one of his eyes cracked open and tongue slightly poking out.

"Cheeky thing," you giggled and rolled your eyes. Hobie chuckled as he relaxed in his seat.

"I'd love to go, babe," he replied sincerely this time. "Then maybe we could stop for boba on the way back," Hobie added. The two of you continued to chat as you waited and through eating dinner. Meanwhile, you caught the group of highschoolers staring at you and snickering to themselves. Their nagging began to gnaw at you as the broth in your ramen bowl grew lower and lower.

"Man, that was good," Hobie sighed and patted his lean stomach. You nodded, your eyelids drooping a little as you felt the post-meal sleepiness hit you. Your boyfriend grunted as he tilted his head side to side before slipping out of the booth.

"I'll go 'head and pay up front. Gotta use the loo before we head out," he murmured. You gave a small nod and watched as he walked to the front counter, the chains on his jeans jingling as he pulled out his wallet. Hobie soon disappeared into the bathroom just as several of the high school boys came up to your table. You blinked.

"Can I help you?" you asked. They all snorted and laughed as they held a big bowl of ramen towards you.

"'Well, we noticed that you ran out of food - would you like some of ours?" a dirty blonde snorted as he forcefully shoved it at you. You frowned and scooted away, your shoulders folding into your chest as you glanced at the table.

"I'm fine, thank you," you replied.

"Aw, don't be shy. We saw how you scarfed that other bowl down," a brunette piped up. You blushed and bit the inside of your cheek as you felt trapped where you sat.

"Good thing she's sitting in a booth, 'cause she'd probably break one of the chairs if she tried to sit in 'em!" another barked. They all howled laughed while tears began to line the corners of your eyes.

"The bloody hell's goin' on here?" Hobie rumbled, his voice stern and cold. The group of boys stiffened as they slowly turned around. The look of fury on your boyfriend's face was completely chilling: his nostrils flared and eyes wide. His knuckles cracked as he stared down each and every one of the young boys.

“You all sayin’ shit to my girl?” Hobie growled as he strolled up to the one holding the extra ramen bowl. The schoolboy gasped as Hobie towered over him, his lean muscles tensing beneath his jean jacket as he sneered.

"N-No," he trembled. Hobie crossed his arms as he narrowed his arms.

"Then mind your own goddamn business and fuck off," he snarled and tilted his head towards the door. You've never seen someone scramble away that quickly, the group tossing some money at Shinji before rushing over top of one another to get out the door.

“Wankers, all of 'em,” he huffed and shook his head. Your love parted his lips as a single tear fell down your cheek. “Love?” he asked as he wiped the loose tear falling down your cheek. You swallowed the lump growing in your throat as he knelt down. His face was so warm and gentle as he cupped your cheek, his metal rings cool against your hot cheeks.

"Oi, whatever those arseholes said to their, they're fuckin' wrong. You're a knockout, okay?" Hobie said firmly. You sniffed and glanced away.

"I know," you sighed. Hobie kissed your hand, your eyes drifting back to his face.

"I know you know...but you need to hear it, too," he smiled and laid your palm against his sharp cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as he kissed along the side of your hand.

"Thanks, baby," you cooed. Hobie grinned as he grabbed your hand.

“How about we go to the park now, yeah?” he suggested while you rose to your feet. The burning feeling in your cheeks began to fade as your heart felt lighter.

"Yeah," you grinned and wiped at your eyes.

+++

"There's so many people here!" you gaped as the two of you walked through the park. A whole crowd gathered in the amphitheater, the whole area filled with idle chatter while your eyes wandered across the spacious park. You gasped when you accidentally ran into someone. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said. A tall, beefy man raised a brow at you, his eyes locking on the cleavage that peeked out of your tank top.

“Watch where you’re going…slut,” he muttered as he began to walk away.

“Watch where you’re standin’, you prick,” Hobie instantly snapped back. The man flared his nostrils before quickly turning on his heel. You gasped when he pushed Hobie back.

“You wanna run that by me again?” the large man growled. Hobie kept himself in front of you, his hand reaching behind him to make sure there was enough distance. Your heart dropped as the man stared Hobie down, his form towering over both of you. He stood up straight when a blonde woman rested her hand on his forearm.

“Hey, babe. I was wondering where you wandered off to,” she chirped as she soothingly rubbed his arm and gave you an apologetic look. He eventually grunted and stepped back.

“Sorry. Just got…distracted,” he flashed a scowl at the two of you before being tugged away by his lover. You sighed with relief while Hobie pulled you to his side.

“You okay?” he asked softly and he pulled you into a tight hug. You nodded and nuzzled your face into his chest. You bit your lip as fear struck through your heart.

“You didn’t have to defend me like that. What if he hurt you?” you pouted as you pulled back. Hobie gazed into your eyes softly as he cupped your chin.

“It would’ve been worth it,” he murmured softly as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes lit up as your heart melted on the spot.

“Aw, Hobie,” you cooed and pecked his lips. You gasped when the music started to roar from the amphitheater and streams of lights danced across the park. “It’s starting!” you shouted excitedly as you grabbed his hand. Hobie chuckled as you pulled him towards some empty spots at the top of the amphitheater, your soft skirt swaying in the wind as you quickly made your way towards the seats. You smoothed your hands over your skirt as Hobie sank onto the bench, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Wow,” you breathed as the lights before you gracefully moved back and forth to the beat of the upbeat pop music. Hobie smiled as he rested his hand over yours, the shiny rings snug on his fingers sliding over your knuckles. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed, the stress from earlier dissipating as you soaked in his presence.

A slow song eventually came on, the sun having disappeared a while ago past the city skyline as the lights shined brighter than ever. You blinked when he slowly wrapped his hand around yours and stood up, his other hand stretched out for you to take.

“Wanna dance?” he asked. You smiled brightly and nodded before sliding your free hand into his. You grunted as he helped you up, your breasts pushing against his chest before you steadied yourself. The two of you swayed to the gentle rhythm, your eyes locked with his as he hummed along to the lyrics echoing through the park. You sighed and rested your head on his chest as he splayed a hand over your hip, your body glowing with warmth when he kissed the top of your head.

You gasped when a bunch of fireworks suddenly went off, bursts of light and sound reverberating across the open space. You and your lover shared a laugh before turning your attention to the fireworks, your faces illuminated with a variety of colors. You shifted your gaze back to your boyfriend, time slowing down to a standstill as you placed your hands on his shoulders. He smiled softly as you leaned on your tiptoes, your lips just barely brushing over his.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst as he tilted his head down. You moaned quietly into the passionate kiss, his lip ring rubbing against your soft mouth as he squeezed your hip. You sighed through your nose as you squeezed your plush thighs together, your body shivering with bliss before he pulled back. The fireworks began to fade as the crowd erupting into a wave of cheers. Hobie pecked your lips again as he squeezed your hip.

“Ready for some boba?” your love asked as he tucked some hair behind your ear. You hummed as the two of you started making your way towards the gates of the park.

“Yeah! And maybe we could stop by the bookshop before we head home?” you asked while slinging your arm around his. Hobie hummed as he thought to himself.

“No,” he replied in a flat tone. Your jaw dropped before he busted out laughing.

“Cheeky thing,” you said before pinching his cheek. He snickered as you released his cheek and rubbed his back. Both of you continued walking until you reached the small boba shop just outside of the park. Your eyes lit up when you stepped inside, two young women glancing up from behind the counter.

“Hello! What can I get started for you two?” one of them beamed, her dark ponytail swishing as she stepped up. You waved back before glancing up at the menu. Your eyes sparkled as you read over the variety of flavors, mouth watering in anticipation of your sweet treat.

“Hmm…could I please have a strawberry boba?” you asked politely.

“Green tea f’me, please,” Hobie added as he slung one of his arms around your shoulder.

“Of course! That will be £8 please,” she chirped. Hobie pulled out his money and handed it to the cashier, the other worker busying herself with your drinks. “Thank you!” the woman smiled before shuffling over to her coworker. You stepped over to the side with Hobie, your heart lighting up as you gazed at his face.

“Somethin’ wrong, lovie?” your love hummed. You shook your head before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Nope, just thinking about how much I love you,” you smiled sweetly. Your boyfriend’s eyes softened before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, too, baby,” he smiled.

“你看到她穿什么了吗?,” one of the women whispered loudly [Did you see what she was wearing?]. Hobie perked his head up and narrowed his eyes. The two servers glanced behind their shoulders before giggling.

“她的衣服是从哪里来的？垃圾箱?” the other snickered [Where did her clothes come from? The dumpster?]. They both laughed loudly before Hobie cleared his throat.

“你为什么不专心做我们的饮料而不是侮辱我的女人?” he said to them with a tense smile [Why don’t you focus on making our drinks instead of insulting my girlfriend?]. Their grins immediately fell as their faces turned bright red. He huffed as they turned back around busied themselves with making your drinks.

“What did you say to them?” you asked with a nervous glance. Hobie shrugged.

“Just told them to stop gossiping and focus,” he replied while wrapping an arm around you. You looked down, the sneaking suspicion that they were gossiping about you gnawing at the back of your mind. You blinked.

“Hold on - you speak Chinese?” you asked. Hobie pursed his lips as he drummed his fingers against your arm.

“Yeah. Picked it up from my old neighbor Mrs. Chen,” he explained. Your lover paused and chuckled, a bright smile crossing his features. “Though most of what she said was more…colorful,” Hobie grinned. One of the workers shuffled up to the counter and placed your drinks down.

“S-Sorry for the wait!” she squeaked, her eyes a little wide and cheeks dusted with pink. You smiled as the two of you took your drinks.

“You’re fine! Thank you so much!” you chirped with a wave. Hobie sucked on his straw before holding the door open for you.

“M’lady,” he said.

“Why, thank you,” you giggled while placing a hand over your chest. Hobie shared your bright smile as the two of you stepped out into the cool summer night. You hummed and slipped your hand into his while enjoying the sweet drink.

“So…to the bookshop?” Hobie asked. You nodded as you pulled your lips away from the thick straw.

“To the bookshop!” you beamed as you strode alongside him. Thankfully, the shop was right across the street from your shared flat. Your heart leapt when you saw the glowing sign for Hardy's Bookstore. A small bell chimed as soon as you stepped into the shop. A young woman in glasses peeked from behind a bookshelf and smiled.

“Hey (Y/N)! Hi Hobie!” she called with a wave.

“Hi Felicia!” you said as you stepped inside. You gasped and stumbled back when a black cat suddenly hissed at you and scurried away. You blushed and squeezed the plastic boba cup in your hand.

“Sorry about that,” you laughed nervously. Felicia waved her hand as she climbed down from the ladder.

“Oh, she’ll be fine. She just likes to nap in inconvenient spots,” the shopkeeper sighed. She adjusted her glasses before resting her hands on her hips. “Can I help you all look for anything?” Felicia asked with a sparkle in her eye. You hummed and took another sip from your drink.

“Hmm…I think we’re just looking around for now,” you replied.

“Alright. If you all need anything, I’ll be behind the counter,” she grinned.

“‘Kay. Thank you,” you smiled. She gave a short nod before walking behind the counter, her cat following in suit and swishing its tail back and forth. You started to walk around the store, sipping on your boba from time to time while perusing the shelves.

“Babe…we should see if they have any books about yoga,” Hobie whispered with a little smirk.

"Oh? And why's that?" you asked with a raised brow. You gasped as he slid his finger down your back, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

"'Cause I like it when you wear tight clothes," he murmured as his hands traced over your love handles. You squeezed your thighs together as you glanced over your shoulder, your heart pounding as his breath fell over your ear. "And seein' you all bent over," Hobie rumbled.

"H-Hobie," you whispered while glancing around. You felt him smirk against the shell of your ear before he leaned back.

"Just sayin'," he winked before sliding his hands into his pockets. Your entire body tensed with lust as you bit down on your straw.

"Maybe we should-" you froze when you laid eyes on a book about dieting. You felt your stomach twist into knots as your heart grew heavier by the second.

“Babe?” Hobie asked as he furrowed his brows. You swallowed thickly as you balled your free hand into a tight fist. He followed your line of sight and frowned. You glanced down at your body as several disgusting mantras about yourself began to ring inside your mind.

“(Y/N), what's wrong?” your boyfriend asked in a hushed tone. You sniffed and shook your head, your strawberry boba nearly spilling onto the floor as you squeezed the cup in a tight grip.

“I’m sorry, Hobie. I-I think I need go,” you choked. Your lover gently rubbed his hands up and down your arms as he came behind you.

“It's okay, (Y/N). Let's head on home," he whispered. You only gave him a silent nod as you nearly crushed the plastic cup in your hand. He made sure to stand beside you as you kept your head down.

“‘Night, Felicia!” Hobie called and gave her a small wave before escorting you back outside. You did everything you could to suppress the urge to break down right there on the street - your heart racing and mind dizzy as your own thoughts tore you apart.

“Almost there, baby,” Hobie reassured you as you climbed up the stairs to your flat. You finally released a choked sob right as you crossed the threshold of your abode, kicking your shoes off and tossing your cup in a bin nearby. Hobie immediately placed a hand on your back as he guided you over to the couch, your body shivering as you wept.

“I-I’m sorry,” you cried. Your boyfriend wrapped his lanky arms around you as he kissed your temple.

“What are you sorry ‘bout, love?” he asked softly as he held you against his chest. Your bottom lip trembled as you hiccupped, your face completely soaked with tears.

"I...I'm sorry if I'm an embarrassment to you,” you sniffed. He blinked, his eyes nearly popping out of your head.

“What do you mean? You've never embarrassed me, never,” he said firmly while clasping his hands over yours. You sniffed and wiped at your eyes.

“But...why would you want to be with someone like me?” you choked as you looked away, a bitter taste washing over your mouth. “Ugly, fat, clumsy,” the insults towards yourself fell past your lips like drops of cold venom. Hobie tensed next to you as he gripped your hands. The room was filled with a heavy silence before he took a deep breath.

“You mean beautiful,” he said while kissing your cheek. You blinked and sat up as you felt his warm lips caress over your face. “Irresistible,” Hobie continued before pressing a soft kiss to your nose. Your breath hitched as he cupped your chin and turned your head towards him, lips brushed against yours as he sighed. “And the kindest, most amazing woman I've ever known,” he whispered lovingly before resting his lips on yours. You felt your insecurities start to melt away the longer your mouths rested in a sweet kiss. Your heart skipped a beat as Hobie slid his hand down to rest on top of your thigh. You gasped for air as the two of you parted, your warm breaths mingling while you swallowed thickly.

“D-Do you really mean that?” you asked breathlessly. Hobie smiled and tilted his head as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Of course I mean it,” he murmured. Your heart leapt as he squeezed the top of your thigh. “But why don’t I just show you instead?” he purred in a low, husky voice. You gasped as he slid his hand lower and cupped your burning sex, the bottom of his palm grinding against your covered clit. "That alright with you, doll?" Hobie asked as he pecked your lips over and over. You squeezed your eyes shut as you pushed the thoughts away, your sex yearning for his hungry touch.

"Yes...please," you said breathlessly. You squealed as Hobie kissed you deeply, his hand rubbing up and down your clothed pussy as he groaned.

”Gonna make sure I love every single inch of you tonight - show you just how precious you are,” Hobie purred as he cupped your cheek with his free hand. He brushed his thumb over your lower lip as he sighed. "Startin' with these gorgeous lips of yours," he grinned. Your heart fluttered as he leaned forward, his mouth gravitating towards yours like a magnet. Your heart glowed as your lips moved in a passionate dance, Hobie's hands wandering the expanse of your body and resting on your hips.

"Hold on t'me," he said. You furrowed your brows before he suddenly slipped his hands beneath your ass and picked you up. You squealed when he slowly lifted you up, his wry arms supporting your body while you hooked your feet around the back of his thighs. "There we go," Hobie cooed before locking lips with you once more. You moaned softly into the kiss as your body trembled in anticipation.

“I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget all about those nasty things you think about yourself,” Hobie murmured while carrying you to the bedroom. You ducked your head into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He sighed while stepping through the threshold, his hands kneading your bum as he breathed against the wet spot on your neck.

Your heart skipped a beat as he raked his eyes over your body. He unlaced his boots before pulling his shirt over his head, his chest heaving as he licked his lips. The wooden bed frame creaked as he climbed on top of you, his thin legs spreading yours apart while his hands wandered beneath your tank top.

"Been waitin' all night to get my hands on your beautiful tits," he grunted while rolling your tank top up. You squealed as Hobie tossed your shirt aside and quickly worked your bra loose.

"I thought you were more of an ass man?" you giggled. Hobie raised his brows as he flashed you a cheeky grin.

"I am...but tonight's about lovin' all of you," he smirked. His breath hitched as your breasts fell down and jiggled, your nipples growing hard against the cool air of your bedroom. “God, look at you,” he sucked in a sharp breath before eagerly grabbing at one of your plush tits. Your eyes widened as he massaged your mound while he dipped his head down, capturing your other nipple between his puckered lips.

“F-Fuck,” you whined and arched your back as he lavished your breast with wet, sloppy kisses and licks while he pinched your other nipple between his two fingers. His nostrils flared against your exposed skin as he gently ground his hips against yours.

“H-Hobie, please,” you mewled and bucked your hips forward, you’re body craving more of his insatiable touch. Hobie grinned against your tit as he slid one of his hands against your panties, his palm gliding over your aching sex.

“You want me to keep goin’?” he asked in a husky whisper, your nipple falling out of his mouth with a slick “pop”. You nodded as you arched your back.

“Please…I-I need you,” you breathed, your breasts rising and falling as you felt his fingertips glide over your slick, covered hole. A flicker of lust danced in his eyes as he slowly shuffled back on his knees.

“God, you’re so sexy, baby,” Hobie groaned as he hooked his thumbs beneath the band of your skirt. You blushed and covered your face as he tugged the soft fabric down your thighs, your walls clenching around nothing as he hungrily eyes your clothed sex.

“H-Hobie,” you stammered bashfully. Your hips snapped forward when he suddenly laid his lips between your breasts and rested his hands over your knees.

"Sculpted by the gods themselves, I swear," he whispered gently, his lips dancing over the rolls of your belly as he inched closer to your mound. Your legs tensed around his head as his hot breath fell over your panties. Your chest grew tight as Hobie kissed over your covered cunt, the tip of his tongue lapping over the small wet spot growing in your panties. You whined as his nose rubbed against your puffy clit, his hands tenderly tracing over each and every stretch mark on the inside of your thighs. You eventually slid your fingers away from your eyes, your heart nearly stopping when you met his hungry gaze.

“Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he panted, his tongue slightly hanging out before he licked his lips. Your eyes widened as he pushed your panties aside, his lips growing glossy with your slick as he pressed a soft kiss to your soft, delectable folds. You shivered and grabbed at his long, puffy wicks as he flatted his tongue over your bundle of nerves, a wave of pleasure rolling through your core as you bucked your hips forward.

“Fuck, Hobie,” you moaned as your thighs shook around his head. Hobie groaned as he lapped along your juicy slit, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as your pussy soaked his plump lips. You cried out and arched your spine as he puckered his lips around your engorged bud while two of his long, thick fingers prodded at your weeping entrance.

“You want my fingers, baby girl?” Hobie murmured, his lips dancing over your labia while he circled the tight seam of your hole with his digits. “Want me to spread you open and make you cum so hard you see stars, hm?” he purred before teasingly flicking your clit with his tongue. 

“Y-Yes!” you squealed as you tugged on his thick hair. Hobie grinned before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Good girl,” he purred before slowly pushing his fingers past the rim of your entrance. Your jaw dropped as you released a loud moan, your walls clenching around every inch of his thick fingers as he swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves. “Shit, you're grippin' me so tight, doll,” Hobie drawled before encasing his plump lips around your clit once more.

“G-God, Hobie. Feels so good,” you whined as he began to pump his digits in and out of your slick hole, each drag of his fingers leaving a louder squelch than the last. “Yes, yes, yes,” you panted as he curled the pads of his digits against your sensitive gummy g-spot. You keened as he shoved his face even closer, nearly suffocating himself against your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit like a delicious lollipop.

“Please,” you whined as you tossed your head to the side as he scissored his fingers inside your cunt, spreading your hole wide open as a glistening trail of arousal oozed out. You felt him smile against your burning sex before he started to pump his fingers in and out of you even faster. The drag of his digits along your gummy walls drove you further into a mind-numbing bliss, the muscles in your lower half growing tighter and tighter with every perfect stroke of his fingers.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried out as you heaved, your head spinning as he curled his fingers up each time he sheathed them down to his knuckles.

"Makin' such pretty noises, sweet girl," he murmured before diving back in, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal. The room around you spun as you mewled and rubbed your pussy against his chin, the friction driving you closer to the edge.

"P-Please - I'm so close," you moaned as he thrusted his digits at a desperate pace. Your eyes rolled back when the band inside you suddenly snapped, your jaw going slack as you screamed his name. Your vision flooded with white as your hips rolled forward, your body stiff as your mind was torn apart in the riptide of euphoria. Tears streamed down your cheeks as your walls clamped down on his digits, Hobie’s tongue still swirling around your clit as your slick cream beaded around his knuckles. You panted and whined as the bliss began to fade, your body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat as Hobie eagerly lapped up your sweet juices.

You moaned as your boyfriend tilted his head up, his lower face completely soaked in your arousal. You whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers from your raw, drenched pussy, the emptiness leaving your hole gaping and begging to be filled once more. Hobie hungrily eyed the white cream that coated his fingers before shifting his gaze back to you. He smirked as he rolled out his tongue and shoved his digits into his watering mouth. Hobie moaned while he swirled his wet muscle around his slick-coated fingers, his cock straining against his ripped jeans.

“Fuck,” you panted as he savored the sweet flavor of your cum, shoving his fingers in and out of his mouth until they were sucked clean. You felt a cold chill run through you when you saw the massive bulge straining beneath his ripped jeans while he bucked his hips against nothing. Hobie stared into your eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers from his mouth before licking his lips.

“You taste so fuckin' delicious, babe,” he said as he started to unbuckle his belt. Your heart pounded inside your ribcage as Hobie shoved his pants and briefs down his sleek thighs, his long, dark cock springing free and slapping against the trail of dark hair against his stomach. You parted your lips as he fisted his length, his hand gliding over his throbbing dick as he moaned softly.

“I wanna feel every single inch of your pretty pussy wrapped around my cock - huggin’ me, milkin’ me dry,” he panted. You shifted beneath him, your insecurities quickly flooding back into our mind as his eyes raked over your completely exposed body. "You're beautiful, baby," Hobie cooed as if reading your mind. Your eyes widened as he pressed his lips to yours while guiding his bulbous, weeping tip to your puckering entrance. Your pupils dilated as Hobie grinned against your mouth, the slick sound of him rubbing your arousal across the head of his cock making you shudder.

“You ready f’me, sweet girl?” Hobie murmured. You nodded, your eyes wide and breath ragged as he smeared your slick across the head of his cock. Hobie groaned into your ear as he pushed his hips forward, his cock sinking into your tight heat at a slow, steady pace.

"O-Oh my God,” you whimpered as you felt his length stretch out your tight hole, a thick ring of your cream surrounding his long shaft as he inched himself inside you.

“That’s my good girl - takin’ my cock so well,” he panted as your walls fluttered around his throbbing dick. You moaned at his filthy words and clawed at his upper back, your pussy lewdly squelching as he paused halfway before starting to drag his cock back out.

“A-Ah,” you keened as he slid his length back inside, his cock tenderly massaging every inch of your drenched, gummy walls. You gasped when Hobie leaned down and puckered his lips around your hard nipple, his tongue eagerly swirling around the perky bud as he rocked his hips forward.

“Look so gorgeous like this, baby - no clothes hidin’ your perfect body from me,” he rumbled before gently tugging on your nipple between his soft lips. You squealed as his patch of thick hair grinded against your swollen clit, each push of his hips sending a pulse of heat through your sensitive button.

"R-Right there," you moaned as his tip massaged your spongey g-spot, your toes curling as pleasure washed over you. Hobie pinched your nipple between his teeth as he snapped his hips, his heavy balls slapping against your plump ass as he groaned. "Fuck!" you cried out as your pussy greedily sucked his cock closer to your cervix.

"Shit, grippin' me so good, (Y/N)," he hissed, his eyes glazed over as he moved his lips over your neck. You tilted your head as he sucked at the top of your choker, his hands tensing around your hips as you felt a familiar knot start to tighten in your lower belly. "Fit around me so perfectly," Hobie praised as he raked his teeth over your pulse. Your heart charm clinked against the faux leather of your choker with every thrust, your bracelets jingling as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

"Hobie, I-I'm close," you gulped with a high-pitched moan. Hobie grinned as he panted against the wet patch on your skin, his cock twitching inside your snug sex as he gingerly laced his fingers between yours. He leaned up and gazed into your eyes as his tip slamming against your swollen cervix as he moaned.

"C'mon sweet girl - show me that pretty face you make when you cum," Hobie rumbled lowly as he drew sloppy circles around your clit. You thrashed beneath him as you pushed your breasts forward, an intoxicating wave of pleasure washing over you as the cord in your tummy snapped.

"Hobie!" you screamed his name as your cunt squeezed his dick in a vice grip.

"That's it - fuck, you look so beautiful when you soak my cock," Hobie shuddered as his thrusts began to falter. You sobbed as your body trembled with bliss, your moans choked as you rolled your head back and panted heavily.

"Shit," you squeezed your eyes shut as your walls deliciously convulsed around your boyfriend's shaft. A low growl rose from your lover's chest as your high began to fade, your limbs turned to jelly as Hobie relentlessly drove his cock into your soaked cunt. Your stomach dropped when he suddenly pulled out, his cock swollen and drenched in your juices as he flipped your around.

"Shh, it's alright. Just relax f'me," Hobie cooed as he patted your waist. Your eyes shot open when he hooked his arms beneath your legs and pulled you flush against him. Your toes curled as he picked you up and sheathed himself inside you in one swift motion, the sudden fullness making your eyes roll back and cunt clench.

“Fuck!” you whined as you threw your head against his shoulder Hobie smirked against your neck as he slowly carried you over to the full-body mirror hanging on your closet door. Your eyes widened when you watched the way your arousal leaked and bubbled around the base of his girthy shaft. Hobie sighed as he adjusted his arms, your plump legs jiggling as he rested his mouth against your ear.

“Look at that gorgeous, amazing woman in the mirror,” he breathed while rocking his hips forward, driving his cock deeper inside you with every thrust. Your face grew red hot as you quickly glanced away.

“H-Hobie,” you flushed. He clicked his tongue.

“Eyes up, lovie,” he murmured softly with a sharp thrust. You moaned and hooked your hands around his neck as his balls slapped against your wet folds. “Mm, look at your sweet cunt swallowin' my cock whole,” Hobie grunted with a heavy sigh. You squeezed your eyes shut as a mind-numbing wave of euphoria swept through your body.

“B-Baby, fuck,” you moaned as you felt the tip of his cock graze over your g-spot again. Hobie purred as he bit at your earlobe.

“Say ‘I’m beautiful’, sweet girl,” he rumbled while squeezing the back of your knees. Your walls clenched around his length, your cheeks clapping every time he thrusted up into you.

“I-I’m beautiful,” you said in a hushed ton. Your legs tensed when he laid his lips on your neck and started to pound even harder inside your messy cunt.

“C’mon, baby girl. Let me hear you,” he sucked in a sharp breath as he admired the lewd reflection: your breasts and rolls bouncing every time he brought you down on his veiny dick. You cried out as you felt your third orgasm suddenly sneak, your body twitching in his tight grasp as tears rolled down your face.

“I-I’m beautiful!” you yelped in a cracked voice as your pussy squeezed and fluttered around his hard length. Hobie released a guttural groan as he stiffened against you, his cock throbbing against the gummy plug to your womb as he painted your walls with thick, hot ropes of his cum. Hobie's arms tightly wrapped around the back of your knees as he moaned your name.

"Baby, fuck," Hobie choked as he kept your back flush against his chest. You moaned softly while your love thrusted up into you a few more times, his dick softening between your gummy walls while your combined juices dripped down his shaft and coated his plump, potent balls. You sighed as you felt his cock twitch inside your cunt for the last time, his hot breath falling over your shoulder as the smell of sex permeated through the room. Your muscles relaxed as he kissed your cheek, his eyes lingering on the reflection of his cock stuffing your swollen pussy before he licked his lips.

“God, you’re amazing,” he grunted while slowly walking back to the messy bed. You could only mewl at his words, your mind lost in a haze of euphoria as your body turned to putty in his wiry arms. You whimpered as your legs burned from being spread for so long, your body falling onto the mattress as he slowly pulled out of you.

“You did so good, baby,” Hobie whispered as he kissed up and down your cheek, his hands wandering the expanse of your body. "So, so good," he cooed before pecking your lips, his eyes soft and brimming with affection. You sighed and kept your hands wrapped around his neck as he caressed his lips against yours, the taste of yourself faint on his warm tongue.

“My beautiful girl,” he continued before nibbling on your bottom lip. Your heart glowed as he laid on top of you, his fingers intertwined with yours as your lips met in a passionate embrace. "Now...how 'bout we take a nice, hot bath, yeah?" he whispered with a small chuckle. You smiled and nuzzled your nose against his.

"That sounds wonderful...but there's one problem," you sighed as the tips of your ears burned. Hobie raised a brow as he scanned you up and down. "You're probably gonna have to carry me," you giggled with a blush. Hobie's eyes widened a little before he released a breathy laugh.

"I'll take any chance to feel your skin against mine," he purred before smoothing his hand over your hip. You reflected his satisfied smile as he scooped you up in his arms and pressed his lips to your neck. "C'mon, lovie; let's get ourselves cleaned up," Hobie whispered gently before carrying you out of your bedroom.

Your heart glowed as you laid your head against his chest as your eyelids began to droop, your mind drifting as you relaxed in his hold.

"I love you, Hobie," you whispered and pecked his chin. You heard him grunt softly as he leaned down at kissed the crown of your head.

"Love you, too, baby girl," he murmured with a gentle smile.

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Explore Me

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Satoru Gojo x GN!Reader

Kink ~ Exhibitionism

Synopsis ~ Sometimes things just can't wait until you get home

Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, public/changing room sex, Oral (Gojo receiving), Fingering (Reader receiving), penetration. Idk Adult Content.

1.8K Words, I don't proof read

The bustling streets of Tokyo always left you feeling claustrophobic.  It was like you couldn’t escape people no matter where you went, only a slight feeling of peace when you were dragged into different stores.  Even so, in the crowded streets there was always the guarantee you wouldn’t be touched.  A held hand granting you a small bit of infinity to keep people from bumping into you.  It was always a little hectic when Gojo brought you shopping.  Going from store to store, a snack stop in between every third store or so, shopping being teleported back home just so neither of you had to carry it home.  It was busy, but damn was it fun.  Gojo constantly giving you a fashion show, expecting the same from you.  No matter how much you tell him you have enough clothing, enough trinkets, enough things in general, he’s determined to spoil you.  Secretly you think he’s trying to get you too much stuff so he has an excuse to buy you a house to fit it all in.  There was always a guarantee you would be spoiled with more than just love when with Gojo.

“How do I look?” Gojo cat walked out of the dressing room, posing and spinning for you.  You took a sip of your brown sugar boba, examining every angle he offered to you.

“That’s such an unfair question.  You could walk out in a trash bag and still rock it.” You sigh, almost pout, because it was simply unfair how pretty he was.

“Okay, but this one or the one before?” Gojo continued to pose.  His current blue button down and tan pants reminded you a little too much of Nanami.  Thinking back to the previous outfit of a black hoodie, black shirt and jeans, you made your decision.

“Previous.  You’re not in casual wear enough.” You smile.  Though you adored his semi formal clothing, sometimes it was nice to not have to watch him spill sauce on an expensive shirt. 

“I’d say my birthday suit is pretty damn casual and you see me in that a lot, Baby Cakes.” Gojo smirked and winked at you.  Blush danced over your cheeks at the thought of him naked.  It was true though, when at home it was rare either of you had clothing on, it did make cooking a little dangerous.  Nervously you sipped more of your drink.

“I could give you different balls to suck on.” Gojo was suddenly leaning down beside you, words ghosting your ear.  You choked on the drink, coughing and trying to compose yourself before people took notice.

“We’re in public!” Harshly whispering you slapped Gojo’s arm.  

“And?” His ocean blue eyes were peering above his sunglasses at you, intense gaze never leaving you.  What were you meant to say?  What did he mean ‘and?’?  Your gaze went to your drink, trying to avoid his intense stare.

“You wanted to see me in something more casual right?” Hot breath with hotter words brushed your ear.  

“Toru, we’re in public.” Your voice came out meek, closer to a breath than actual words.

“That’s not what I asked.  So do you want to see me in something more casual?  Do you want to see me naked?” A devilish smirk fell on his glossy lips.  He was so close to you, his expensive cologne was taking over your senses, the seer intoxication that was Gojo made you feel lightheaded.  Of course you wanted to see him naked.  Of course you wanted to feel him and run your hands over him, but here?  People were constantly walking by, they were everywhere.  Could he really not wait until you got home in a few hours or even go home now?  Still the prospect of it all had you swallowing hard.  The logic of it all fading to the intense thrill of it.

“What if I could promise we wouldn’t get caught?” Gojo’s words pulled all your attention, eyes locking onto his.

“How could you promise that?” Squinting at him you waited for an answer.  That was all Gojo needed though.  A hand covered your mouth while his other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you flush to him.  Before you could blink you were in the changing room with him, trying not to scream as you attempted to wiggle from his grasp.

“Shh, or we will get caught.” Gojo snickered before removing his hand from your mouth.  

“Are you crazy?” You whispered, looking around in distress.  Someone was going to notice.  Someone was going to hear, to know.

“I told you shh.  Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.” Gojo chanted, a small curtain falling around you both.  It wasn’t big, just smaller than the changing room itself, just barely enough room to move.

“If it can keep people from seeing and hearing a full on curse fight I’m sure it can stop people from hearing us.” Gojo placed a kiss on your jaw.  Your heart was beating beyond fast.  

“Aren’t people going to need the changing room?” You whispered, a needy lump already formed in your throat.

“Guess we better hurry then.” Gojo purred, a voice like velvet.  A damn siren call you just couldn’t say no to him.  You dropped to your knees and started to undo his pants, his eyes going wide.

“Baby Cakes, what are you-”

“You offered me other balls to suck on.  I’m taking you up on the offer.” You whispered back, continuing to take his pants off.  Did you even need to whisper?  Hearing people and seeing the shadows walk by outside of the small curtain still made you cautious.  In one smooth motion you pulled Gojo’s pants and underwear down.  His cock jumped up, hitting his stomach as it stood fully erect.  Beautiful, pale, and already leaking precum.  Like Gojo said, you had to hurry so you wasted no time.  Grabbing his cock you licked from base to tip, wrapping your lips around his blushed tip.  You watched his eyes start to roll back already, lip tucked in his teeth to stop his whimpers from escaping.  He was always so sensitive, like a virgin but with better endurance.  One hand gently pumped the base while the other fondled his heavy balls.  A slobbering tongue flattened on the underside of his cock to let spit fall down and lube your hand while you gently sucked.  You always stared up at him through your lashes to gauge his reactions.  Little did you know that just the sight of you looking up at him, on your knees, had him fighting off an orgasm.  Moving, you began taking him further in, until he hit the back of your throat and your lips met your hand.  Bobbing your head and moving your hands faster you didn’t want to waste any time.  Sloppy gagging sounds began to fill the room.  Were you being too loud?  Could the people around you hear the sloppy head and muffled whimpers?  You knew people were walking by, but you couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to stop.  That's why you pouted when Gojo pushed your head off of him, a loud popping sound echoing.

“Not yet.  Can’t cum yet.” Gojo was already panting like he had run a marathon.  You were still looking up at him, drool running down your chin as he held your hand back,

“You said we needed to hurry.” Chuckling, your hands slowly picked up their movement again.  The action made Gojo let out an almost pained groan.

“We do, but I'm not leaving this room until you cum too.” Gojo smirked, pulling you off of your knees.  Your face and chest were pressed to the wall as he pressed against you.  Slipping his middle and ring finger into your already agape mouth you coated them in spit.

“Sorry Baby Cakes, we’re on a time limit.” Gojo kissed your cheek.  You knew he meant the prep would be rushed but truthfully the sheer excitement of what was happening already had you heated up.  Your only response was arching your back so Gojo had the access he so desperately craved.  He was quick to pull down your clothing, exposing your plush ass to him.  Removing his fingers from your mouth he was quick to slide both into your waiting entrance.  Your gasp was quickly swallowed by Gojo’s lips.  Hungry, needly, sloppy, his tongue wrestled with yours as more drool spilled from the corner of your mouth.  His fingers were just as relentless at his mouth.  Spreading, curling, thrusting, he was bullying that sweet spot deep inside of you.  Wet, whimpering sounds filled the room.  The smell of sex and desperation was evident.  Even if the people outside of the curtain couldn’t see or hear you they would absolutely know what happened in there from the sight and smell of you.  You didn’t care though.  Not right now.  Not when Gojos fingers were making your eyes roll back and his lips were pressed to yours.  That all too familiar knot formed in your throat.  Your eyes rolling back.  Your moans were harder to contain.  A sad whimper left your lips as Gojo pulled away, his lips and his fingers, robbing you of your climax.

“Sorry Baby Cakes, need to be greedy, need to feel you on my cock.” Gojo was rambling desperately.  It wasn’t even a moment later you were stuffed full.  His hand over your mouth, the only thing muffling your scream.  There was no warning, his cock had slid in fully until his hips were flushed to your ass.  The stretching sensation was almost enough to make you instantly cum.  You had no chance to adjust before Gojo’s hips were snapping into you.  One hand covering your mouth, the other around your waist to keep your back arched for him.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.  So good.  You feel so good.” Gojo began to ramble.  A surefire sign he was close.  You weren’t holding out much better though.  The only thing stopping your screams was his hand.  Close, close, close.  Your mind was going blank as his cock bullied and bruised your sweet spot.  Your muscles started tensing again, a knot forming in your core.  You couldn't hold out any longer.

“Cum for me, cum on my cock, please baby.  Please, please, please let me feel you.” Gojo’s desperate whines filled the room as your eyes rolled back.  Whimpers turned to grunts as he fought not to cum, not until you were done.  It was only when you began to relax he pulled out, hot cum shooting all over your ass and the floor.  If it wasn’t for Gojo holding you up, you would have collapsed onto the floor.

“Well, I think I’m going to have to buy this outfit now.” Gojo let out a breathy laugh.  Cum covered the clothing and you now.  Even if the people didn’t see or hear you, they would know what happened in this room.

About the Kink: Exhibitionism is the act of exposing or having sexual relations in a public or semi-public context for sexual arousal. The idea of being caught or seen is often the driving factor in this kink

How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

It's very important to note the idea of consent. Those in public or around you cannot consent to seeing you, hearing you, or being apart of this kink. Though the idea of being caught can be alluring it's very important to participate in an area you won't get caught. Think an empty parking lot with shades on a car window. Deep in a forest or I walked trial. Or on private land. Never do this in heavily populated areas, especially areas where minors could be present. Just because you consent to being seen doesn't mean others consent to see you.

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MK1: Thantophobia (Part 1)

(Noun), The fear of losing someone you deeply love and cherish very much.

Pairing: Dark Bi Han x Fem Reader

Warning: Mild Yandere Behavior and Stalking Behavior. (I try my best so I’m sorry if it came out cringe ) 🥺❤️. Hope you guys enjoy 🥰.

Prologue Link: https://www.tumblr.com/lynn-w3st/747076610473263104/mk1-thantophobia-prologue

You were awoken by the sound of birds chirping outside of your window. The sunlight gently beamed through your curtains as you sat up from your bed and groan tiredly. It was time to get ready for work as your owns a small bakery.

With a sigh you decided to get ready for the day as you needed all of the money you can get to help your father to pay for his medication. You wore you standard clothes and skirt apron.

Your father walk towards you with his cane in hand and gave you a weak smile. “You know if you feel burden to continue the family business I won’t hold you accountable. I want you to live a normal and steady life.” He began as you sigh and brought him into a hug. Your father began to cry as he felt useless for burdening you a lot.

“It’s ok father, I want you to be happy and safe. Mother may have walk out on us but you have always been there for me growing up. Please don’t ever feel like you are a burden to me.” You said softly as you wipe a tear from his face.

Your father place a kiss on your forehead and gave you a blessing before handing your satchel to you. “It seems you are stubborn like your old man.” He said as he chuckled before coughing uncontrollably. You frown and use your own handkerchief to wipe his bloody mouth.

“I won’t be out to much long father. Please by the elder gods go get some rest and lay down.” You said as you then escorted your sick father towards the bed and helping lay down before covering him up with some warm blankets.

“Take care my daughter. Don’t speak to any strangers unless they are customers.” He said as you nodded before getting up and leaving his bedroom. You bid farewell to him before leaving the house and locking it behind you and hop on your bicycle rode towards the village market.

The fresh spring air breeze was gently blowing on your face as everyone in the village were tending and working on the fields. A sense of calm and peace was evident in your mind.

The ride to the marketplace wasn’t much long as many vendors and retailers began to open and prepare their products and stands. You came into a stop in front of the bakery as the baker Jun was waiting patiently for your arrival.

“For a second I thought something happen. How’s your old man doing?” He asked as you got off of your bicycle and park it against the wall. “He’s still not doing well, had a high fever last night. Almost gave me a heart attack.” You said as you opened your bakery shop’s door.

“Hey don’t worry kiddo, your old man will get better soon. He’s one tough man and I’m very proud to be your godfather. It is my duty to make sure you are safe.” Jun said as he ruffled your hair. “Thanks uncle, now those pastries and breads won’t bake themselves.” You said.

The both of you began to set up and clean up the shop before any customers came in. The shop has been passed down from generation to generations. It belong to your ancestors before passing it down to your parents. You turn on the open sign before helping Jun make the goods.

Few hours later, you were humming a lullaby tone as you place the newly fresh batches of breads and pastries on the display cabinet.

So far you and Jun had quite a few customers come in to order your guys famous boba milk tea. The market was filled with people who were happily chatting away and shopping around the stores. The radio was playing some calm music as the bakery’s door open to reveal an old man.

“Hello welcome! If you need any assistance please feel free to ask me.” You said as the old man nodded and looked over the display. Jun was outside in the back smoking a cigarette.

“How much for these moon cakes.” The man said as you happily told him the price. The bell jingled again as two familiar faces enter the shop. The old man grabbed the two boxes of the moon cakes before standing before you to pay before leaving the bakery to go shop again.

“(Y,N)” Kung Lao said as he greeted you with a smile as you left your position from the register and rounded the corner to hug your two best friends. “Raiden! Kung Lao!” You said happily.

You brought them both into a tight hug. Jun smiled and greeted the both of them when he entered. “I hope Kung Lao hasn’t been giving you any trouble Raiden.” You asked giving your friend the funny stinky eye. Raiden chuckled at your sassy attitude while Jun choked a laugh.

Kung Lao let out a fake gasped and place a sassy hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture. You rolled your eyes and laugh as his reaction.

“How you could you say that to the Nicki Minaj great Kung Lao.” He said dramatically making you giggled more before making a baggie full of pastries and goodies. “Here are some freshly baked pastries and breads for you both. It’s on the house.” You said as Raiden was speechless.

“Oh no no (Y,N) let me pay for it please you are to kind.” He said as you shook your head and practically shoved the small bag into his arms. “Please I insists, Raiden! You and Lao have been very helpful to me. Especially in hard times since my father is still very ill.” You said.

Raiden gave you a reassuring smile before accepting the bag. “Thank you (Y,N) Kung Lao and I will enjoy your pastries. Hope your father gets better soon.” He said as he and Kung Lao bid farewell to you before leaving the bakery.

You waved back to them and resumed going back to work as more customers came into the shop. By the time you had finish paying the last customer, the sun was beginning to set in the horizon. Many of the stores began to close up and head back to their home for the day.

Jun helped you place the chairs up as you were counting register. “Why don’t you go home for the day kiddo. I can finish here and lock up the store.” He said as you hesitated for a bit. “Are you sure, Jun ? I don’t mind staying.” You said

“Yeah go take care of your old man. Be careful and don’t speak to strangers.” He said as you gave him a thumbs up and left the bakery. You place your satchel on the basket and got on your bicycle. You waved goodbye to Jun before riding towards your home to make some dinner.

You parked your bike against the side of the house and walked towards the front door to open it but found another small box that very similar to the one that you received last night.

However, this time the writing had a different message on it that read; In this timeline ‘till next I’d be choosing you over and over again.

Again that cold and dreadful feeling appeared as everything went quiet and your body was filled with goosebumps. You decided to not think much of it and enter your cozy house.

“I was worried for a bit my child. You normally don’t stay this late. I’m assuming Jun is going to finish up.” Your father said as made his way to you. “Sorry father for worrying you. Are you feeling a bit better?” You asked your father.

“I feel a bit better, my daughter. Come let’s us eat some dinner. You’ve had a very busy day.” He said leading you towards the kitchen table that various of your favorite spicy dishes.

“Ok papa, I’m starving and by the way Raiden and Kung Lao stop by. They are going out of town for a few months and they said that hopefully you get better soon.” You said.

Your father smiled as he served you some tea before the both of you began to eat the food. The both of you did not notice a dark silhouette watching you every move before disappearing.

Later that night after finishing getting ready for bed you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread and uneasiness as someone or something is watching you even if your curtains were closed.

You decided that maybe it was the stress that caused you to feel this way. And with that you blew out the candle and got into your cozy bed.

Tiredness and sleepiness began to consume you as the last thing you saw was your window balcony opening slowly before you fell asleep.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter of the story. Sorry if it’s slow as you can see I’m still trying to figure how this story is going to work out.

If you guys have any questions or concerns for me, I’m always happy to answer them for you guys. Please if you guys have some ideas or suggestions on how to introduce Dark Bi Han then I would be very much appreciated.

Please take care of yourself my lovely besties and I’m here if you guys ever need anything.

[cyandreamzaceattorney]

✦ AA girls getting boba tea ✦

A few days ago I felt like drawing Ema, Kay, Maya and Franziska hanging out and drinking boba tea, cuz I really like the idea of these four having a friendship group :-D however, I unfortunately couldn't fit all four characters in so I (mostly) cut Franziska from the pic. Sorry Fran fans! I do love her but, I wanted to draw the other three girls a bit more (cuz that's just the mood I was in) and didn't want to stray away from this specific concept as I felt really inspired to draw them walking while chatting with boba tea.

Overall I do like how this picture came out, even if I definitely rushed it a bit (I think this was mostly because I got hyped over getting time to draw again, cuz I've been busy on and off). Unfortunately I lost my favourite brush liner before doing lineart on this and halfway threw my other liner magically dried up! So that was frustrating but, I worked around it and want to regain confidence in using fine liners so kind of a useful problem lol. I also decided to change up how I draw Kay in my art style a little and I think I like it :3 And, really like the outfits I gave the girls. Even if they are simple. They're also summer outfits because Australia is once again breaking the record for hottest summer (and it's still technically spring (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)). Fun fact, Ema is wearing a striped shirt as a reference to the stripe motifs in her aai design!

Now time for boba tea hc's cuz why not XD. Maya has a Taro milk tea with the regular black pearls, because it's purple and in my mind Taro and chocolate being her favourite flavours just makes sense. Kay has a iced tea with lychee jelly (mainly cuz I didn't feel like colouring the jelly but I see Kay liking lychee), idk what flavour her tea is, but it's probably a fruit flavour cuz in my experience ice teas are often fruit flavours. I also have the random hc that whenever Kay gets boba around Miles she gets a weird combo (e.g. chocolate milk tea with green apple pearls) just to see his upset reaction lol.

Ema and Franziska also have boba, you just can see it cuz Ema has them in a shopping bag which Kay is in front of. As for flavours, Ema's is definitely chocolate milk tea cuz her snacks in the English version of the games seem to be similar to tee vee snacks (idk if tee vee snacks are a thing in us, if they aren't they are small long cookies cotted in chocolate, kinda like pocky but much shorter, but thicker and fully coated) though I can also see her getting brown sugar with black pearls. Franziska I could see getting something like the regular tea flavour (which is called "Thai tea" or "original flavour" depending on the boba shop I go to) with no pearls or jelly because in my mind she doesn't like them :P, in general I don't think she'd like a lot of sweet flavours but that's because I hc her as not liking sweet food for no logical reason, my brain has simply decided this ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Hope you all enjoy this drawing and my super austic ramble about what boba tea I think these fictional characters drink XD

Next traditional drawing will be in a new sketcbook as I'm almost finished this one (and the last pages won't be as fanart so I won't post them here). I'm shocked cuz I haven't finished a sketchbook in less than a year for several years now! But this makes sense because I drew a lot this year for several reasons :-P

[into-deepspace]

out of the black {part 1/3}

sylus/mc • gender neutral mc • 1k • ao3 link • part 2 • requests open reblogs appreciated!!

pre-relationship || the real OTP here is MC/sylus's money :) || annoyances to lovers Summary: Sylus gifts MC his card for their troubles, and finds that their taste is very different than what he's used to. Some encouragement is in order, don't you think?

“That’ll be six fifty-nine,” the tea shop worker says cheerily. MC nods, glancing down briefly to pull their wallet from their pocket. It’s been a long day, and on their way out of the office they’d decided that if it was a pick-me-up they wanted, then it was a pick-me-up that they’d have.

So, they’d gone slightly out of their way, parking their bike outside the tea shop they’ve frequented. They take off their helmet and fix their hair as best at they can without a mirror as they walk in. From there, it’s a simple task of waiting and deciding just what they want before they order.

Now, here they are, the last little obstacle between them and their beloved boba tea the tablet in front of them. They pull their card from their wallet…

And pause.

Right. They’d forgotten about the new card nestled behind their usual debit.

As they’d started getting closer with Sylus (maybe a bit closer than they should be getting), he’d gifted them a copy of his card. His stupid fucking black card, that he’d held almost carelessly between two fingers as he’d reached it out to them about a week or so ago.

“A treat for your troubles,” he’d smirked, and then pulled one of those little vinyl card stickers in a dark, metallic green from his pocket. “In case you don’t want the world knowing just what kind of card you’ve got in that little wallet of yours.” MC had scowled at him; how the hell he knew these stupid little details about them, they have no clue.

Not wanting to quarrel with Sylus (and knowing they’d lose), they just took the card, sitting down in a fancy nearby chair to apply the sticker because they really did not want someone catching a glimpse of this card in their pocket.

They hadn’t really planned on using it, thus why it was behind their own card. But, here they are, contemplating. They thumb at the card for a brief moment.

It’s a few dollars less from their own account. They’re not tight on money, but they definitely keep to a budget, and a few extra dollars here could mean another night of hot pot or a few more stuffed animals later. And, well, Sylus had invited them to spend freely.

They pull out the card, select the 25% tip option, and tap it to the scanner. The total comes to eight dollars and twenty-four cents, and they bite at their lip. It’s a bit much to spend on a single cup of boba tea, but Sylus shouldn’t miss it too bad, right?

A few minutes of waiting later, and they’re walking out with a cup of mango tea and a yellow straw, tucking both into their bag for the drive home. As they swing one leg over their bike, their phone buzzes. Curiously, they pause to unlock it and view the text.

New Message from Rich Asshole 6:27 PM

Do you think so lowly of me, sweetheart?

Attached is an image, a screenshot to be precise, of Sylus’s bank transactions. The contrast that MC immediately catches is almost funny.

Most of the screen consists of several large purchases, anywhere from a couple hundred to several tens of thousands of dollars. Then, at the very top and circled in red, is the eight dollar purchase MC had just made. They sigh, putting their phone back in their pocket.

Just as they merge back into the bustling Linkon traffic, their phone rings, the sound coming through their helmet. With an exasperated “Oh, my god,” they tap the side of their helmet to pick up the call.

“Hello, sweetie,” Sylus says, in that infuriatingly nice voice of his. MC glares at the traffic light they’ve just stopped at.

“What do you want.”

“Eight whole dollars,” Sylus begins, and MC can hear the stupid smirk through the phone. “And twenty-three cents. Have I failed to imbue you with a taste for the finer things in life?” The light turns green. 

“Twenty-four cents,” they say, correcting him.

“It’s worse than I thought.”

MC sighs, turning on their right blinker and merging into the corresponding lane, making a turn just a moment later.

“Did you just call to talk about my apparently lacking spending habits?” they ask. Sylus really does seem like the kind of guy to get pissy that the latest object of his interest isn’t using his assets as frivolously as they could be.

“What did you buy?” Sylus asks, completely ignoring the question. MC knows better than to try and steer the conversation back.

“Mango tea,” they reply.

“What grade?”

“Uh. Commercial?” At this, Sylus laughs, a deep and smooth thing that MC can practically hear dollar signs in. MC groans. “God, Sylus, can’t I just enjoy my eight dollar tea? That’s overpriced for us peasants, you know.” Sylus hums again, infuriating as usual.

“You don’t need to be shy, you know,” he says. “I have more than enough to provide for you ten times over.”

“What are you, my sugar daddy?” MC scoffs, turning onto the street where the Hunters’ apartments are. “You’re like those stereotypical rich boyfriends on social media, ‘Ohhh look at what I bought my girlfriend, isn’t it so expensive? Aren’t I so rich? Look how I gift her my black card so she can spend thousands of dollars a day.’”

“I wouldn’t mind if you spent a few thousand a day,” Sylus says, voice casually earnest, missing the entire point. “Do you have such purchases in mind?”

“I can’t stand you,” MC says in lieu of an answer. “I’m hanging up on you now.” And, before he can answer, they do. They cut the call with another tap to their helmet as they park their bike on the street, taking a heavy breath as they take off their helmet once more.

They think about Sylus’s words as they walk up the few flights of stairs to their apartment, and as they unlock their door, a resolve settles in their mind. It’s a bit petty, maybe, but they find that they don’t care, fuelled by annoyance.

Sylus wants them to spend his money, huh? Well, then that’s exactly what they’ll do.

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

nina, jane, jeff and clockwork with a scene! s/o? :3

scene kids >>>

Also i feel like you picked some of the most perfect creeps for this prompt

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Nina

I feel like she would be a mix of scene and emo

Mostly scene though

So she adores having a scene s/o!

You borrow each other's hairspray and teasing combs and accessories, etc

She steals your shirts sometimes if it goes better with her outfit

She always returns it....

....after she covers it in her perfume

Hair dying dates are very much a thing!

Whether shes dying yours, youre dying hers, or maybe you both do each others!

Another common date is making kandi together

She's made you bracelets that say her name, say both of your names, and say silly things like "fart"

Someday, she wants to go on a concert date with you

The two of you, wearing matching outfits and partying all night long to the music

It makes her heart flutter!!

Speaking of things that make her heart flutter, she gets butterflies when she hears your clothes jingle

She doesn't quite know what it is about it, but she loves it so much

If you are someone who wants to get married, she constantly talks about how she's gonna get gerard way to play at your wedding

She also loves doing your makeup!!

Her favorite part is the lipstick

In her opinion, it brings the entire look together

Though, you'd look gorgeous no matter what

Jeff

This guy is an absolute metal head

But in his younger years, he was a emo kid

We're talking sode part, too many belts, a strange amount of mcr t-shirts, the list goes on and on

So when your relationship with him begins, he will most likely give you all of his old gear

You will have to wash most of it because lord knows this boy does not shower

Maybe if you asked nicely enough hed dress up again for you

But he would refuse to go out like that

He would like to go shopping with you though!

A date i think he'd have fun with is going to the mall together, getting boba and just walking around buying clothes and accessories

Which is something he can do now, since he spends most of his time in the underworld

You'll just have to hope that you don't get caught up by the paparazzi

Which is almost never the case, especially with him being JEFF. THE. KILLER.

If you do manage to have a nice time with just the two of you though, congrats!

Jane

I feel like Jane doesn't really enjoy the scene aesthetic

She's a very toned down person, so all of the accessories and loud music just kind of overstimulates her

But, its not like shes gonna make you dress any way

If you like the way you dress, then thats your choice and she respects that

She would like to watch you style your hair and do your makeup though

Shed find it intriguing, and she enjoys seeing how your styles differ

She might let you style her hair as well, but it would take a lot of convincing

She is very particular about her hair, and seeing all of the hairspray you put in yours, it would really make her uneasy

But if you did convince her, she'd be pleasantly suprised!

She'd want you to style her hair more often, because she discovered that the way you style it actually flatters her face shape very well

I feel like shed be open to going to a concert with you!

Just dont expect her to really do much

She'll be very busy just enjoying the music, she wont drink or really even dance much

If you are shorter than her, she will hold your hips and sway side to side with you to the beat

If you're taller than her, then she will stand in front of you, with your hands around her shoulders

Clockwork

I feel like she wouldn't really care that you're scene

In the nicest way possible

Like she just doesn't really care what you dress like, she loves you and thats all she knows

But if you wanted to ramble all about your fashion or music, shed be happy to listen!

Shed be the most willing (besides nina) to let you dress her up

She feels super cool once she gets all of the belts and chains around her waist

It gives her a sort of nostalgic feeling

She wasnt necessarily scene when she was younger, but she had the classic bangs and she wore mostly baggy jeans and band t-shirts

She is willing to let you do basically anything to her

If you wanna practice makeup on her, she will let you

If you wanna see how an outfit looks, she'll model it for you

Shes the most chill with doing whatever you wanna do

Like she will literally say yes to anything

[delcakoo]

for soft hours i was thinking maybe jungwon bringing gn!reader a flower while they’re at work?

ofc ofc i love this!! also i decided to make them not dating yet so i hope that’s okay >:)

SOFT HOURS ARE CLOSED!

11:39AM — “thank you, please come again ma’am!” your customer service smile falters as soon as yet another middle aged woman rushes out with her americano, resting against the counter with a groan.

a giggle emits from your co-worker’s lips while he grounds down more coffee beans, side-eyeing your exhausted frown with amusement.

“did you stay up til’ 1am thinking about flower shop boy again?” sunoo inquires knowingly. your eyes widen at his perfect prediction, eliciting another chuckle from the silver haired boy.

you huff, “jungwon is not just some.. some shop boy! he’s the love of my life sun, he just doesn’t know it yet.” you mumble the last part with a pout, adjusting your apron stubbornly.

“mhm, your three interactions that consisted of both of you failing to make eye contact says otherwise.”

before you could (attempt to) defend yourself, the bell above the café’s entrance jingles, signalling a new customer’s entry.

frantically, you smooth down your attire and straighten your posture, turning back to face the customer. “hello, welcome to—“

you freeze, momentarily stunned as none other than the topic of your conversation from mere seconds ago walks in. jungwon looks strangely nervous, fidgetting with his sweater sleeve as he meets your eyes, keeping one of his hands hidden behind his back. you notice that he’s still wearing his brown gardening gloves paired with an adorable sun hat that nearly makes you burst into tears, big boba eyes resembling a deer caught in headlights as he ever so slowly walks closer.

“j-jungwon, what’re you doing here?” you inwardly scold yourself for stuttering, resisting the urge to turn around and slap sunoo when you hear his distant snickering.

the boy gulps, at last arriving at the ordering counter and much to close for you to handle. “uh well- i’m on my uh- lunch break right now and i was just..” he looks around the café, swallowing again, “just wondering if you’d uh- wanna go somewhere with me once your break starts?”

sunoo nearly chokes in the background, disguising it as a very awkward, concerning cough. “oh,” jungwon’s brows furrow as he looks around you, “is.. he okay?”

you quickly clear your throat to divert his attention away from your choking friend, even if you secretly felt like reacting the exact same way your co-worker did. “don’t worry, he does that sometimes. anyways, i’d love to,” you beam, though still in disbelief. “we can plan it all out once my break starts, just give me like, thirty minutes tops!”

in response, jungwon nods happily, a soft blush on his cheeks and ears as his dimple pokes through. “s-sounds great!” suddenly, his eyes widen, as if he’d just remembered something crucial. “oh, and this is for you, but it’s okay if you don’t want it, really,” he insists, hands hastily moving behind his back to reveal a small, delicate red rose.

you feel like you could die happy at that very moment. “oh gosh, you didn’t have to won! thank you, i love it!”

as soon as you’ve plucked the flower from his hands, fingers gracing his own ever so slightly, jungwon bows, quickly walking backwards in a blushy mess. “yeah uh- of course! see you soon, y/n!”

sunoo shakes his head as you watch him run out with hearts in your eyes, still unmoving with the rose in your grip. “geez, you blubbering idiots are so perfect for each other, it disgusts me.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, well, you better start supporting this relationship, because i heard jungwon’s co-workers are almost as pretty as he is.”

sunoo’s eyes sparkle in interest, “sign me the hell up.”

shy wonnie supremacy!!

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Promises and Pastry

Rating: T / SFW (whaaaaat?!)

Pairing: Jango Fett x Baker Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Summary: On your way to work, you stumble upon an adorable two-year-old Boba Fett, who wandered away from the bounty hunter Jango entrusted with his care. Wholesome, tooth-rotting fluff ensues. Feat. Jango Fett being a sexy single dad.

A/N: I wrote this for Father's Day. This is the last AO3 work that I needed to migrate to Tumblr, so DJ's Great Fic Migration is now complete 🖤

Warnings: fluff; canon-typical violence

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Boba Fett sits in a rundown cantina, waiting for his contact to show. The place is an absolute dive, but not even close to the worst he’s seen. The jukebox is playing an old, old song—some sentimental Arcadian jazz ditty about a lost love. The music is incongruous with the dingy setting, but something about the melody tugs at his subconsciousness. It makes him think of warm, soft arms; a gentle voice; the mouthwatering scent of freshly baked bread. Is it a memory or a dream? He can’t tell.

He finishes his drink and pushes the intrusive thoughts away, then orders another round as he waits for his new employer.

The air is crisp in the predawn hours, and only the dim glow of street lamps illuminates your path as you walk to work. Your mind is caught up with the tasks ahead of you: baking the para rolls, ryshcates, and buttersweet puffs that you assembled the previous day; mixing up tomorrow’s batches of dough; topping up the caf supplies before your barista arrives—and all of this needs to happen before you even open the shop for the day. The bakery has always been your dream, and it’s worth the early mornings to finally have a place of your own.

You are almost to the shop when you hear a strange sound. A small, distressing whimper that echoes clearly through the early-morning silence. You scan the area. Bar’leth is a Core World: a safer planet than some, but your bakery is located near one of the seedier areas. It’s an unfortunate tradeoff for the low cost of rent. You don’t see any obvious threats, but you clutch your satchel a little closer to your body, just in case. The cry comes again, and you increase your pace, eyes darting up and down the street. And then you see the source.

A tiny, weeping child huddles on the walkway. He can’t be more than two or three years old. 

“Oh, my stars,” you whisper as you hurry over to him. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

He looks up at you, wet tears clinging to his eyelashes. An adorable mop of dark curls tumbles around his face, and his tragic, golden eyes break your heart. He holds his hands up to you, and without a second thought, you scoop him up.

“Where are your parents, darling?” you ask, looking around the deserted street.

He wails something incoherent and buries his face in your shoulder. There is no sign of another living being anywhere. You rub his back consolingly and whisper gentle reassurances. Your heart has already made the decision before your mind can catch up: you can’t leave him out here. Settling him more securely in your arms, you hurry the last couple of blocks to your bakery and let yourself inside, locking the door behind you.

You flip on the lights in the kitchen, and the child ceases his wailing and takes a few shuddering gulps. You check him for injuries and find none; it seems he was merely, understandably, frightened. He peers around the bakery curiously.

“Are you thirsty?” you ask.

He nods, so you pour him a glass of water. He gulps it down while you turn on the oven, watching you with fascinated, intelligent eyes. He sloshes a bit of water on you, and you wonder how you are going to manage your workload with one hand occupied holding him. Just then, he spots a tray of day-old pastries.

“I’m hungry,” he says.

You’re relieved that he speaks Basic. Hopefully that means he can tell you where to find his parents. Your commercial kitchen is not exactly a welcoming environment for a toddler, but you set him down on a footstool and bring him a scone—the plainest one you can find, without too much sugar. Force knows the last thing you need is a toddler on a sugar high bouncing around your kitchen while you try to work.

You introduce yourself and ask, “What’s your name?”

“Boba,” he replies around a mouthful of scone. He has crumbs all over his face already; it’s impressive how quickly he made the mess.

“Boba, do you know where your parents are?”

“Dada went to work.”

“Where does your dad work?” you ask as you tie on your apron.

He shakes his head, and tears well in his eyes again. You feel something tug in your chest, and you blink back tears of your own. You’ve always been a sympathetic cryer, but your heart would have to be made of stone to not be moved by Boba’s woeful expression.

“It’s all right,” you soothe him, crouching down to brush those long curls out of his eyes. “You can stay here with me. We’ll find your dad, I promise.”

He nods with a sniffle, and then dives forward into your arms. You squeeze him tightly to you, then settle him onto your hip and get to work. Luckily, the trays are small enough that you can manage them with only one hand, but eventually, you need both hands to work. You start to shift Boba, and you realize he’s fallen asleep against you. It is far from ideal, so you retrieve a large cushion from the front of the house and set it up out of the way in the kitchen. You lay the boy gently down and get to work, amazed that he can sleep through your racket, but then again, it’s only four o’clock in the morning.

He sleeps for hours, and once you’ve finished prepping the next day’s goods, you change out of your utilitarian apron into the pretty, frilly one you wear when you’re running the register. You hear the back door open, and you turn to see your barista, Siero, staring at the sleeping child.

“What. is. that?” she asks.

“And good morning to you, too,” you say.

“Did you steal that child?” she asks suspiciously.

You roll your eyes. “No, I didn’t steal him. He was wandering alone outside the bakery. I brought him inside so he’d be safe until I can find his parents.”

“Have you checked the Holonet to see if anyone has reported him missing?” Siero asks, ever practical.

“Not yet,” you admit. “I’ve been busy getting ready to open.”

Siero pulls out her datapad and runs a quick search. “Nothing so far,” she says with a frown. “I hope you don’t expect me to watch him.”

“Of course not,” you say. “I’ll take care of him. Maybe his parents will come in. If they don’t, I’ll get in touch with the Children’s Wellness Department after we close up for the day.”

Siero shrugs and pulls on her apron. “Well, I always said you could run this place blindfolded with your hands tied. Looks like I’m about to find out.”

Boba continues to sleep as the first wave of customers makes its way through the shop. Fortunately, there’s a lull by the time he wakes up, and you’re able to take a break and sit with him at one of the tables as he eats a pedunkee mufkin and drinks a cup of hot chocolate that Siero makes for him. After that, you work the register with one hand while you carry him on your opposite hip. 

He’s a sweet boy, polite and well-mannered, and your customers are enchanted with him. They are not the only ones; you can feel yourself growing attached, even as you remind yourself how utterly foolish it is to do so. He starts to echo you every time you thank a customer for their business.

“Thank you, come back soon,” he calls, beaming a delighted grin when you laugh.

All too soon, it’s time to close up for the day. Siero heads home, and you flip the Open sign over to Closed as you begin cleaning the bakery. You turn on your favorite old-timey Arcadian jazz music and set Boba down as you sweep the floors, wipe down the tables, and clear out the display case. He follows behind you, eager to help, and you end up swooping him up and dancing with him to the music as he shrieks and giggles with joy. 

Ten hours earlier

Jango Fett limps onto the Slave I, lugging a gory bag containing the severed head of his bounty. It had been a brutal hunt—far more difficult than he’d anticipated. He should never have brought Boba with him this time. But by the time he had tracked his target to Bar’leth, it was too late to return the boy to the safety of Kamino. Instead, he’d entrusted him to the care of his not-quite-friend, sometimes-hunting-partner, Mado Kena. The Rodian had not exactly been delighted to be stuck with babysitting duty, and Jango wasn’t thrilled at the idea of leaving Boba in his care, either, but he hadn’t had much choice.

He’d tracked the bounty for hours and finally cornered him in a gambling den. It hadn’t gone well. The man fought back viciously, and Jango took a blaster bolt to his leg. Ultimately, he had killed the bastard. The bounty is lower for his corpse, but still worth enough to cover expenses. 

He can’t wait to get off this rock. He hisses with pain as he climbs the ramp to his ship and tosses the bag into the conservator.

“Mado, I’m back,” he calls. 

There is no response. The kriffer is probably holed up in his bunk. Jango pounds on the door.

“Mado, wake up, it’s time to go.”

There is no sound from the Rodian. With an exasperated sigh, Jango hits the control panel, and the door slides open. The bunk is empty. Jango stares at it for a moment, then whirls to check his own bunk. It is also empty. Cursing, he runs through the ship, checking every cubby and nook large enough to hold a toddler.

“Boba! Boba, where are you?” he calls, his voice ragged and urgent.

He comms Mado, but there is no response. Gritting his teeth, he calibrates his vambrace to track the comlink. Mado hasn’t gone far, and Jango immediately sets out to find him. His leg screams with agony, but there is no time to stop and apply bacta. He pushes through the pain, and soon tracks Mado to a squalid cantina. The hunter is passed out on one of the tables, and there is no sign of Boba.

Jango seizes Mado by his shirt and drags him to his feet. The hunter startles awake and thrashes in Jango’s grasp. The acrid scent of cheap whiskey oozes from his green skin.

“Where is my son?” Jango growls.

“Wha—what?” Mado stutters, blinking his star-flecked eyes with confusion.

“Where is Boba?” Jango’s voice is hoarse with rage and fear.

“He was just here,” Mado says as he claws at Jango’s fists to try to break his grip. “I got thirsty, so I came over for a drink. I brought him with me, I swear!”

Jango shoves the hunter back down into his seat and whirls to face the bartender. “Have you seen a little boy? He’s only two. Dark hair, brown skin.”

The bartender shrugs. “Sorry, bud, that Rodian was here when I started my shift. Didn’t see a kid with him.”

“Karabast,” Jango spits, rounding on Mado. “If any harm has come to him, there will be no place in this galaxy where you can hide.”

The Rodian cowers, and Jango strides out of the cantina, tracking the most important target of his life.

Not many things frighten Jango Fett, but as he chases through the night, his heart pounds, his stomach churns, his gloves grow damp with sweat. The darkness gives way to dawn, and then to the harsh light of morning, and still he hunts. He searches endlessly, desperately, sweeping the seedy district and working his methodical way outward into the fringes of respectable neighborhoods. There is no sign of his son, and panic claws at his throat. 

By the time the sun is high overhead, Jango is near despair. He stops to rest his throbbing leg, leaning against a building as he gasps with pain. A flash of movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention, and he turns. Across the street is a quaint little shop with a cheerful sign that reads BAKERY, and through the large windows, he sees a woman twirling with a young child. Jango stiffens.

Boba.

He launches away from the wall and storms across the street, slamming the bakery door open with a shout. “Boba!”

You scream and cower away, shielding the boy with your body. Jango stalks toward you, a huge and intimidating figure in Mandalorian armor.

“Please don’t hurt us!” you cry. “I haven’t cleared the till yet. You can take all the credits, just please, please don’t hurt him.”

Jango skids to a halt. “Hurt him?”

“He’s just a child,” you beg. “Please.”

Jango raises his hands slowly, telegraphing that he’s not a threat. Currently. He breaks the seal on his helmet and removes it, setting it on the table next to him.

“My name is Jango Fett. Boba is my son,” he says.

Your terrified gaze darts to his face. Your hand is cupping Boba’s head protectively, but the boy twists in your arms when he hears his father’s voice.

“Dada!” Boba shrieks, pushing away from you.

You set the boy down with obvious reluctance, and he runs to Jango, who scoops him up into a tight embrace. He clutches Boba to his chest as he examines him for injuries.

“How did he come to be wandering the streets alone in the middle of the night?” you ask, more than a hint of judgment in your tone.

“My friend was supposed to be watching him while I was at work,” Jango replied. “Former friend, I reckon. I’ve been searching for him for hours.”

Boba is babbling happily. You can only understand about half of what he says, but Jango listens gravely to the boy.

“Is that so?” he asks. He shifts his attention to you, and you swallow nervously under the intensity of his scrutiny. “He says you gave him hot chocolate.”

You feel a hot flush wash over you at the disapproval you infer from his words. “Well, it was either that or caf, and I didn’t want to see what would happen if we gave a toddler a double shot of espresso.”

“Thank you for taking care of him,” he says, and his voice is filled with so much relief that you soften instantly. 

“I’m glad you found him. He’s a sweet boy.” After a moment’s hesitation, you speak again. “Would you like something to eat? I’ve just closed up for the day, but we have a few things left.”

Jango looks surprised at your offer, but he accepts gladly. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

You pull together an assortment of savory and sweet pastries: a vagnerian canapé, a water-chicken meat pie, a tal-toori, and dameapple turnover. Then you brew a large cup of caf and set it all on the table for him. He has collapsed into one of your big, comfortable armchairs, and Boba is resting against his armored chest. Without his helmet, you can see that he is remarkably handsome, and you smile at the way he rests his cheek on his son’s riotous curls. He looks exhausted; deep circles carved under his eyes—eyes that are exactly the same beautiful, rich brown as Boba’s—and there is a shadow of stubble on his jaw. The Arcadian jazz continues to play, and you pick up your broom to continue cleaning as Jango eats. Boba calls out your name and reaches for you.

“No, Boba,” Jango chides. “Leave the pretty lady alone. She has work to do.”

“I don’t mind,” you say, holding out your arms to Boba. 

Jango shrugs and hands his son back to you so he can attack his plate in earnest. You dance as you work, much to Boba’s delight. Jango watches you, admiring the way your body sways to the music. He isn’t blind; he can see that you are a beautiful woman, and he takes a moment to appreciate the way a few strands of hair have worked themselves free from your simple bun to curl in a halo around your face. He realizes that he’s been holding a pastry halfway to his mouth as he watches you twirl and play with his son. He crams the rest hastily into his mouth and takes a long drink of caf to wash it down. 

The food is good. Delicious, actually. He’s been eating ration bars for weeks, and he’s almost forgotten what real food tastes like. The warm light of the early afternoon spills into the bakery and bathes the room in a tranquil golden haze. He notices now that there are cheerful vases of fresh flowers on each table, and a low shelf full of books against one wall. 

Kriff, he’s so tired. He stretches his legs out gingerly, feeling the ache of his blaster wound. He leans back in the soft chair, just for a moment. Just to rest his leg before making the long walk back to the Slave I.

You finish cleaning the bakery and get everything staged for the next morning, and when you and Boba return to the front of house, you find Jango asleep in your armchair. You finally get a good look at him without feeling quite so awkward and intimidated. He looks younger; his guarded expression relaxes into softness. His head is tilted back, leaving the thick, brown column of his throat exposed. His shoulders are impressively broad, and while some of that bulk is clearly due to his armor, you suspect that most of it is just Jango.

With a tiny smile, you retrieve a picture book from your shelf and settle into another armchair with Boba on your lap. The boy snacks on the leftover scraps from his father’s plate, even though you offer to get him a plate of his own. You read to him until he falls asleep, cuddled safely in your arms.

Jango lurches awake, staring wildly around him, his body tensed for violence. He’s disoriented for a moment, but then he sees you, curled up in an armchair across from him, Boba nestled securely against you. Both of you are fast asleep. He stands, flexing his leg experimentally. He’s not sure how long he was out, but judging by the angle of the sun, it’s been a few hours. He crosses to your armchair and gazes down at you and Boba. Something like tenderness is in his eyes as he smooths your hair out of your face.

Your eyes flutter open at his touch, and you smile up at him drowsily.

“I need to get going,” he says quietly, careful not to wake his son.

You nod your understanding and rise to your feet. He takes Boba and settles him against his shoulder. You help him put on his helmet, and he presses his free fist to his chest in a gesture of respect, careful not to jostle the boy.

“Thank you again,” he says sincerely. “For everything.”

“Of course,” you say. “Tell Boba to come visit me again sometime.”

“He’d like that,” Jango says. 

You walk him to the door and watch as he and Boba disappear down the streets of Bar’leth, and as you stand alone in your bakery, the music continues to play.

“Boba Fett?” a man asks. He is wearing civilian clothes, but the stick up his ass has Boba willing to bet a thousand credits that he’s Imperial military.

Boba nods his head.

“The very man I was hoping to find," the man says. His clipped, affected Coruscanti accent grates on Boba's temper."The Empire requires your service. I’m to deliver you personally to Lord Vader’s ship.”

Boba finishes his drink and wordlessly follows the man, and the song plays on in the empty cantina.

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