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generational-atrophy · 4 days ago

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OMG! I WAS LOOKING THROUGH UR BLOG CUZ MY HETALIA PHASE IS BACK AND WAS LIKE "I LOVE THIS WRITER SM WHERE ARE THEY" AND BOOM!

So request, if that's okay, the main 8 with a reader who cries during confrontations and or arguments. An imagine where ofc the main 8 says something hurtful and reader just covers their ears because 1.) Ears do be sensitive and 2.) It causes them to shut down completely

Can we know how they'd handle it plus how it'd go? Ty 💜

hetalia main 8 saying something they regret in an argument

2.8k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: they say hurtful things, and are kind of assholes in general lol

America - Alfred F. Jones

“I’m better than this. Why’d I keep someone as seriously uncool as you around?!”

Even as you immediately begin turning away from him, curling into yourself for comfort, Alfred would be less than sympathetic. If you’d ever doubted how self-centred he could be, this was more than enough evidence to prove it.

“What? What- just- don’t do that! You’re the one who started this!”

It’s unlikely he’d let up even after the tears start. He’s really that callous when he feels hurt. After a few tense minutes of silence broken only by your quiet whimpering, he’d start tearing up too. Not from guilt, seeing how much he hurt you. But instead from how he’s only now realizing he has to put his own feelings aside to take care of yours.

He’d approach you like a rabid animal, a lump stuck in his throat as he tries to say anything to get you talking again.

“Listen, it’s uh- not that serious. I’m sorry, ok? Let’s just… like- do something else?”

His comforting consists mostly of trying to get you out of your own head. Once it’s been long enough that you’re less scared, he’d take your hands away from your ears gently and kiss your cheek. If you’re sensitive to other things, he’d wrap his jacket around your shoulders and turn off the lights until you’re up and talking again.

“See? Not that hard, just like I said. Good job, babe… let’s just keep going like this, yeah?”

Somewhere, past all of the self-absorption and pride, he does have a heart. And that heart will immediately take you out to get ice cream. It’d take him a while to admit fault (and I mean real responsibility, not just his usual “sorry not sorry, move on,” schtick,) but maybe once your tear stains have dried, he’d realize what an ass he’d been.

England - Arthur Kirkland

“G*d, you’re pissing me off already! Just- fuck- get out of here if you hate us so much!”

Like usual. He’s desperate to just leave as soon as there’s conflict. It may be annoying, but at least he’s only doing it because he knows how awful he is when frustrated.

If you don’t take up his offer to abandon the conversation, he will. You’d have to be seriously struggling to keep him with you in that moment.

“Trust me, everything will be much, much worse if I stay…”

He’s always acting like that. It’s like his conscience disappears when he speaks, but only returns when he’s already said the hurtful thing. Never taking responsibility, always panicking and leaving just as your tears start to fall.

But, the more you tell him how much that hurts, the more he might be willing to stay.

It’ll take him a while to be able to choke out a cowardly “sorry,” but at least he’ll stop trying to push you away at every occasion.

“Wait- don’t cry so much love, I’m- I… I didn’t mean it. Ok? Is that better?”

It’s impossible for him to keep arguing once you’re truly upset. Instead, he’ll take you by the hand to the kitchen so he can start making tea for the two of you. In that silence, he encourages you to speak whatever awful thoughts you’re repeating to yourself. He’s just trying to get you in a comfortable environment again at that point.

Quiet affirmations are the only things he’ll bring, looking at you sympathetically and still holding your hand tight while you talk about whatever you want to. Whether that be something completely random, insults towards him, or actual constructive discussion is up to you.

At the end of the night, he’ll apologize. Not well, mind you, but enough to dissuade you from whatever hurt you earlier. All that matters to him is that you don’t go to bed upset.

“I’ll do better next time… or- I mean- I’ll do my best to… not be like that… again. Promise.”

France - Francois Bonnefoy

“But is it that impossible for you to put in some effort? It’s just… embarrassing to be with you right now!”

He’s always been a fighter for sport. When he argues with you, it’s not to prove a point. It’s probably not about anything he actually cares about either. He honestly just does it for fun. To him, arguing is how you really get to know someone.

So when you take his words to heart and, in the worst case, start crying, he just really doesn’t know what to do.

“Merde, darling, you know I wasn’t being serious! Come on now, don’t take it so personally…”

He may grumble about how he didn’t want you to get so upset, but at least he’ll still calm down and quit pushing you. Whatever tension there was before will dissipate as soon as he sighs, making his way over to you and wrapping you in his embrace. Unless that makes you even more uncomfortable, in which case he’ll just grab your favourite blanket and gently drape it over your shoulders.

“I am so sorry I made you so upset, I really didn’t mean it. You’re wonderful to me, always so stunning!”

For as long as you need him to, he’ll apologize over and over again, playing with your hair and wiping away your tears as delicately as he can manage. He may be just as upset as you are when he realizes what he did, but he’s shockingly good at compartmentalizing that when you need support.

But, if you focus too much on how he hurt you, he might start crying too. He can’t help it. Ignore him.

Either way, he’s there to hold you and validate you in whatever you might be feeling at that moment. Be as irrational as you need to be, he understands the urge well. And either way, he’ll just nod along to anything you say and insist it’s everyone else's fault. Including his, unlike basically every other man.

“How can you expect to survive when you hold all of this in? Please, always come to me even with small things, we share everything as lovers, yes? I cannot bear to see you as upset as this…”

China - Yao Wang

“Can’t you act your age? How do you expect anyone to put up with you like this?!”

As soon he says it, he knows that was an awful thing to say. He doesn’t need you to tell him, he can tell just by your expression that it was too far. You didn’t deserve that, he told himself.

But that doesn’t mean his ego is gonna let him give in so easily. Even if he was an ass, he still can’t let himself give up “authority” in a fight.

“Agh- that’s not… its not what I mean to say, alright?! So just… pretend I did not….”

If you quit fighting, instead becoming more upset, he’ll really struggle to calm down instead. Like, yes, he knows he should be trying to make you feel better, but that’s- he just doesn’t want to! He entered this fight with a purpose, and just because you’re crying doesn’t make that purpose any less important!

“Why won’t you argue back?! Aiyah, I knew you were childish but-”

Then he cuts himself off. Does he want to be the bigger person and apologize? No. But will he do it if you stop crying? Yes.

He’ll rest a hand on your arm and suggest in the gentlest voice possible that the two of you should go for a walk. Maybe the fresh air will help both of you clear your heads. He doesn’t know what must’ve happened to him to make him say all of those things either.

“I don’t think those thoughts, tiánxīn. I’m sorry I said it, I was upset but… I still should have known better.”

For as quickly as he’s willing to take responsibility, he’s not as much good at the “getting you out of breakdown” stage. Hopefully, you’ve already communicated with him about that so he knows to stop being so loud and trying to touch you. He’ll do whatever you request of him, but what’s best for you in that moment is probably not his first instinct.

“I’m sorry I was being such a huge ass. I love you, I promise.”

Russia - Ivan Braginsky

“You think you are special? I can beat sense into you just like I can them!”

Good luck getting him to understand that you can’t just threaten people within the next few hours. It will not work. When he’s angry, he really doesn’t care about feelings. Just about getting you to cooperate with whatever he says.

He may usually think of both of you as equals, but when you start seriously challenging his authority while he’s in a bad mood, it’s impossible for him to not be cruel. It’s always just better to leave than let him spiral and hurt both of you in the process

Although, he (obviously) would never actually put his hands on you. He just acts like a big baby and’ll stomp his feet and tell you whatever will get the most reaction out of you.

“Любимый, won’t you come out? I’m very sorry, I promise… can’t we just talk?”

But if you do remove yourself from the situation, he would never chase after you and force you to keep being in that awful environment. He knows better than that at least.

The moment you turn away and refuse to engage with his childishness, he’s already planning how to get you to forgive him. For as callous as it seems, your disapproval hurts him more than anything else. He would come to you on his knees, snivelling and pleading, if that was what he had to do just for you to look at him again

The moment you let him in though, he just rushes over and captures you in his arms. He would dry your tears as gently as he could, treating you like you were made of glass.

“Куколка, куколка, you know I never mean any of that, right? I’m sorry, sorry, please- please, forgive me? If I kiss it better, will you forgive me, любимый?”

He’s so pathetic. Ask anything of him in this state and he’ll do it without hesitation. Unless it’s staying away physically. He’ll be quiet and let you ignore him but don’t try to push him away or he’ll get whiney. If you stress that it isn’t personal enough, maybe he’ll let it go though.

North Italy - Feliciano Vargas

“Why aren’t I good enough? You always abandon me, like- like I’m nothing! Why do you hate me!?”

The moment either of you pick a fight, he’s already sobbing. Sure, he can argue with his brother for hours, but you matter to him in a much more vulnerable way. If you’re at all upset with him, he instantly feels like you don’t like him any more.

But when he feels attacked, he attacks just as much. In his subconscious, it’s always easier to push you away than have you abandon him yourself. That doesn’t result in very productive conversations, though.

“You’re just pretending you love me! You’re a liar, I- I know it!”

When you start crying along with him from all the awful things he’s said, two things can happen.

One, he cries harder, interpreting your hurt feelings as being an admittance to what he accused you of. Why would you be crying if it wasn’t from guilt, and why’d he say that when he so dreaded it being true?!

Or two, you’ll tell him about how truly terrible it feels to have him think those things about you, and he’ll snap out of it. His overwhelming emotions make him incredibly selfish at the moment, so he truly hadn’t considered how you felt from all of that.

Then he immediately lowers his voice, giving you plenty of space until you feel up to talking again.

“Oh… I’m sorry! I didn’t- you wouldn’t do that! I know that, you know that, so just- I’m sorry! Please, forgive me, amore mio dolce!”

He pulls you into a hug immediately, keeping the two of you as close as physically possible as he whispers promise after promise of his love. Until your tears dry, he won’t stop strangling you with unabashed affection, doing anything he can just to get you smiling again.

The feeling of guilt is not something he’s used to. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that he’ll start crying again too.

“If I ever make you feel bad again, please shut me up, please! I can’t take the thought of you so hurt by my words!”

Germany - Ludwig Beilschmidt

“My word should be more than enough for you to shut up already!”

It’s exceedingly rare that he ever loses his temper around you like that. Normally, you’re the one thing that can always calm him down. Just looking at your face makes his chest fill with butterflies, drowning out whatever dark thoughts he’s having.

So, needless to say, he immediately regrets snapping at you. Immediately.

“Wait, no- no, I didn’t mean to say that. I didn’t mean to. It’s not true, just- just stupid, I’m sorry, liebling…”

Whatever you two were arguing about is instantly forgotten as he rushes over to you and takes your face in his hands. It just breaks his heart to see you hurt, much more at his own actions. You don’t have to worry about him taking responsibility, he would never try to dodge the guilt of making you cry.

It’s not the first time he’s lost control, and he knows it’s his fault. But maybe if he takes you in his arms gently enough, rocking you back and forth as you cry into his shoulder, it’ll make it a little easier for you.

But if you just need a silent moment to yourself, that’s perfectly fine too. He’s autistic, so he certainly understands the feeling and will happily provide you with whatever comforting items you request.

“I’m sorry… you didn’t deserve what I said. I love you, please tell me you know that…”

Even if you pretend you weren’t that upset by it, Ludwig wouldn’t let it go like that. If he gets to his breaking point like that, whatever fight you were having is put aside for the night. Now all that matters to him is that the two of you make up and get back into how things were before as soon as possible.

Expect him to be beating himself up for a while though. He just wants you to know how sorry he is, how much he regrets snapping at you, even if it does seem a bit excessive. But he’s just had too many people he cared about leave to not make a whole thing out of it.

Japan - Kiku Honda

“Don’t you have any sense of personal space? You are like- choking me with all of… you! I can’t stand it!”

He’s a logical man. That’s one thing he always tells himself. Never, not even when he’s emotional, does he say things he doesn’t mean. Was the way he said it less than perfect? Yes, of course, he can’t believe he had just acted so impolitely, especially to someone who he cares so much for. But he still… meant what he said.

But, for the first time, as he watches your face break slowly, he’s not so sure of himself. Whether he meant it or not seems suddenly so inconsequential compared to the thought of hurting you. He… upset you? That wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Ah- why are you crying? What is wrong? You… you- it will be… alright, you know? You are ok!”

Wait- no, don’t cry more from that! He has absolutely no idea how to comfort you, but if he really has to, he’ll do his best. Although it’s a little difficult for him to resist drawing your hands away from your ears, he’ll do his best to just let you have your process (no matter what that means for you.)

Before you can even hear him coming closer, you’re suddenly drawn into an intimate hug. His hand drawing your head underneath his and kissing the crown of your head so lovingly, it's almost like another person possessed him as he turns so soft just at the sight of your tears

Would his pride usually reject this? Yes, but, it’s certainly not the first time he’s had to put that aside for you.

He’ll sputter generic apologies, purposefully hiding his grimace as he forces himself to forget about whatever you two were arguing about before. Well, at least for now. Most likely he’ll bring it up not long after, but in a much more… non-confrontational way.

“Let us go do something else instead, hm? You’ll only get more upset like this, and I want that as little as you want it.”

On one hand, he’s a little annoyed he had to put aside his own gripes to calm you down. But on the other hand, he hates conflict. Anything that gets you guys back to normal is worth it, especially if otherwise you’ll be crying in his arms. That’s his absolute nightmare.

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c0llisiion · 2 months ago

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✦ C0LLISIION’s

KINKTOBER’24 ✦

♱ HEY GUYS! I have decided to participate in kinktober this year cus i realised i haven’t posted anything throughout September 😭 THIS IS MY FIRST EVER KINKTOBER SO IM REALLY EXCITED!

This kinktober will be strictly for BTS, STRAYKIDS and ATEEZ. In the span of a month, i will be posting short drabbles on the weekdays and not the weekends (to avoid burnout) excluding the first week, with a total days of 25. the first fic will be posted on OCT 1 and the rest will come in the following order.

Warning: some of the following prompt/kinks might be uncomfortable to some readers, so please refrain from reading further. Fics will be short drabbles and nothing more than that. Please be respectful and cooperative with me! Tysm!

✦ day 1 - namjoon : titfucking

✦ day 2 - hyunjin : hate sex

✦ day 3 - hongjoong : prostitution

✦ day 4 - hoseok : dubcon

✦ day 5 - bangchan : corruption

✦ day 6 - choi san : virginity

✦ day 7 - taehyung : breeding

✦ day 8 - jeongin : lactation

✦ day 9 - jimin : praise kink

✦ day 10 - lee know : humiliation

✦ day 11 - wooyoung : sensory deprivation

✦ day 12 - mingi : somnophillia

✦ day 13 - felix : noncon

✦ day 14 - lee know and bangchan : double penetration

✦ day 15 - seokjin : public sex

✦ day 16 - mingi, yunho, and seonghwa : moresome

✦ day 17 - yunho : spanking

✦ day 18 - seungmin : exhibition

✦ day 19 - yoongi : voyeurism

✦ day 20 - han jisung : deepthroating

✦ day 21 - changbin : panties

✦ day 22 - seonghwa : pregnancy

✦ day 23 - yeosang : face sitting

✦ day 24 - jongho : cockbulge

✦ day 25 - jungkook : masturbation

A/N : hope yall are excited as much as i am!! 😭😭😭 stay tuned!! <3

If you want to be part of the taglist please comment!!

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fear-is-truth · 3 months ago

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hii I wanna request, I hope you’re alright with it. the reader pissed off peter maximoff REALLY BAD and then he stuffed her like a twinkie all over again :3

G A M E O V E R

── peter maximoff x f!reader | nsfw ‧ mdni

tags: brat! reader. dom! peter. vagināl fingēring. dirty talk. manhandling. force feeding. unprotected p in v. creampie. not proofread, english is not my 1st/2nd language. 1.8k

a/n: this is kinda rushed, sorry if it’s bad. ‘m busy with college prep and all that shit :(

You were sprawled out on the couch in your boyfriend’s mum’s basement, growing increasingly bored as he remained glued to the Pac-Man machine. Peter was hell-bent on beating his high score, but all you wanted was for him to come over and cuddle with you. You shifted on the couch, huffing dramatically, but he didn’t even glance your way.

You spotted a box of Twinkies on the side table and smiled. Maybe a little distraction would do the trick. You grabbed one from the box, aimed it at the back of his head, and tossed it.

In a split second, Peter’s left hand shot out, catching the snack without even looking away from the screen.

“Nice try,” he muttered, ripping open the wrapper with his teeth and stuffing the snack into his mouth. He tossed the wrapped behind his back, still hunched over the arcade cabinet.

Undeterred, you grabbed another Twinkie and launched it at him. This time, Peter spun around with that infuriatingly cocky smirk, catching it in midair.

“Really?” he chuckled before turning back to his game.

Oh, it was on.

You reached for a third Twinkie, aiming carefully, and let it fly. Peter caught it again, faster than you could blink.

“Are you done?” he asked, his tone playfully annoyed, still focused on the game.

But you were far from done. With an annoyed huff, you grabbed another Twinkie and hurled it with all the force you could muster. The snack flew across the room, and for a moment, you thought you might miss again—but this time, Peter didn’t catch it. The Twinkie smacked the back of his head just as his Pac-Man character turned a corner, running straight into a ghost.

The sound of the game dying filled the room—first the distinctive womp womp womp as the ghost devoured Pac-Man, followed by the shrill bee-doop bee-doop as the screen flashed “Game Over.”

Peter’s hand froze on the joystick, his character fading from the screen, leaving only the taunting “Game Over” message blinking.

He slowly turned around, and you could see the mix of irritation and disbelief in his eyes.

“You did not just do that,”

You leaned back into the couch, giving him your most innocent look, going so far as to pout.

“What? I was just trying to help you… take a small break,”

But Peter wasn’t having it. In a flash, he was right in front of you, using his speed to pin you down on the couch before you could even process what was happening. His hands grabbed your wrists, pressing them above your head, his face hovering just inches above yours.

“You’re really askin’ for it, aren’t you?”

He muttered, and you could sense the anger rolling off him in waves, but the defiant smirk on your face never faltered. You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. He leaned down, his face hovering just inches from yours, and you could catch the faint scent of sugar on his breath.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” you taunted, trying to keep your voice steady, even as your heart raced in your chest.

Peter’s eyes narrowed, a devious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he reached over to the side table and grabbed one of the Twinkies you’d been pelting him with earlier. He tore open the wrapper with his teeth, the sound of crinkling plastic breaking the tense silence between you.

Before you could even process what was happening, Peter’s hand shoved the sponge cake into your mouth, forcing the damn thing between your lips.

“Mghmm–”

Your eyes widened in shock as the sugary treat filled your mouth, your protests muffled by the sudden intrusion. Choking and spluttering, you attempted to push the Twinkie out with your tongue, but Peter was relentless. His hands moved to pin your shoulders down, holding you in place on the couch as he leaned over you, his smirk widening as he watched your struggle.

“Thought you wanted a snack,” Peter taunted,“that ought to do the trick.”

You glared up at him, trying to shoot him a look that was equal parts annoyance and defiance. Peter’s smug grin only grew wider as he watched you try to chew and swallow the Twinkie, your cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Unless… you want something else stuffed inside you,”

You glared back at him, still breathing heavily from the surprise attack. In the next moment, his hand was on your thigh, moving under your skirt with purpose that sent desire stirring inside your loins. A small moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against your panties, teasing the wet spot there.

Pushing aside the fabric, his nimble fingers delved into your folds, stroking and teasing, drawing out your arousal. You arched into his touch, hips bucking as he circled your clit with his thumb. Without warning, he unceremoniously plunged two fingers into you, sinking to the knuckles. A strangled yelp escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion and your pussy clenched when his digits curled against your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” he cooed, scissoring his fingers. “Get all nice and wet for me.”

You could feel the pressure building inside you, your muscles tensing as Peter worked you higher and higher. Just as you were about to crest, he pulled his hand away, leaving you aching and empty.

Peter wasted no time, his hands finding your upper arms. With a swift movement, he flipped you onto your stomach, the couch creaking as you squirmed under him.

“Peter…’s not fair…” you whined, sounding way more whiney and pathetic than you’d intended, but you were too worked up to care. He straddled your hips, legs on either side of you. You could feel his hardness press against your ass, warmth radiating through your clothes as he leaned down,

“Wow, this is rich, comin’ from the brat who was hurling Twinkies at me five minutes ago.”

This was it—the moment you secretly hoped for. You bit your lip, quivering with excitement.

He didn’t waste any time unzipping his fly and shoving down his jeans. He then yanked down your panties before gripping your thighs, spreading them apart as he positioned himself between them. His cock slide smoothly into your wetness with a lewd squelch and you gasped, toes curling as he filled you up. It felt amazing, the familiar heat in your stomach.

“Fuck,” Peter groaned, his voice strained.

“You feel so fucking good,”

Hands gripping firmly on your hips, he pulled out almost completely before slamming back into you, the flesh of your ass smacking loudly against his pelvis.

“Aahhh— oh god,”

You mewled, feeling his fat tip graze your g-spot. His pace was relentless, his cock plunging in and out you with an animalistic fervor. The couch shook under the force of his thrusts, and you clutched at the cushions, nails digging into the fabric as your body rocked. Peter’s free hand roamed over your body, cupping your breast and squeezing it roughly.

You arched your back, offering yourself to him, your pleasure growing as he jackhammered his girth into you. The slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the basement, your moans and whimpers interspersed with Peter’s grunts.

“Love Twinkies so much, huh? How ‘bout I stuff that sweet pussy full of cum?”

he taunted, his pace quickening. Delirious, you simply nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure built to a crescendo. Your pussy clenched around him, greedily urging him deeper. Peter’s breath was hot on your neck, his voice low as he swore at you between thrusts. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, the evidence of his approaching climax.

His grip on your hips tightened, and with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you. You cried out as you reached the peak, your orgasm washing over you in waves. Peter followed close behind, his hips jerking as he pumped you full with his release. He stayed inside you for a moment, thrusting languidly until a white ring formed around the base of his cock, dribbling onto the couch.

He collapsed onto your back, panting heavily. You lay underneath him, basking in the post-coital glow, feeling both satisfied and slightly ashamed of the events that led to this moment. The room fell silent once more, save for the sound of your heavy breathing and Peter’s ragged gasps. He rested his chin on your shoulder, hands still holding onto your hips.

“If you want my attention, just ask, m’kay? Never mess with my Pac-Man again.”

he slurred, pressing a kiss to your temple. You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself.

“Fine,”

#divider credit: animatedglittergraphics-n-more #𝐅.𝐈.𝐓 #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #quicksilver x y/n #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver #x-men #marvel

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teezingsiyeon · 5 months ago

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NAME: Lee Siyeon | 이시연

DATE OF BIRTH: December 8th, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH: Daegu, South Korea

MAIN POSITION: Vocalist, Sub Rapper

NOTABLE POSITION: Lyricist

LANGUAGES: Korean (native), English (conversational), Japanese (conversational)

DEBUT DATE: October 24th 2018 (KQ Entertainment)

NICKNAME(S): signie, wifey, atz’s nuna, that girl from ateez, daughter of k-rock, atz’s poet, siyeon oppa

SPECIAL TALENTS: plays the electric guitar and piano, freestyle rapping, video game nerd, pokemon impressions

FACECLAIM: siyeon of dreamcatcher

#teezingsiyeon: PROFILE #all posts and information are fictional and for entertainment purposes only. this is not a real representation of ateez or KQ #ateez 9th member #ateez fic #ateez x reader #kpop addition #ateez #divider credit: animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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gothsuguru · 9 months ago

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MY MEN’S MASTERLISTS!

— SUGURU GETO.

— SATORU GOJO.

— TOJI FUSHIGURO.

#click on the links to go to whoever you want! :D #gif credit: @queenrojpag #divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more #personal

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garf-lover96 · 26 days ago

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F/Ovember promo post!

So, it took a day of convincing and a quick tech lesson on how to use Tumblr but it's happening! As of today, I will be taking over this blog for a month (even though Dante is looking over my shoulder still).

I promise I will take good care of your beloved garf-lover96's account and answer asks responsibly. Really. This should be fun :^) - J

i will continue to post and reblog stuff as well probably(maybe just a little less)! and i wanna reblog a bunch of f/ovember ask games too 👍 i might link them to this post? so they're easier to find. and please don't leave us hanging!!..(ha..)

#credit for the dividers goes to animatedglittergraphics-n-more !#f/ovember #f/ovember promo #julian takeover #<-his tag. why not

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mothlover69 · 8 months ago

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What's Your Name?

We've got the Buggy x Jinx origin fic woohoo! How it all began - hint, it's Shanks' fault.

(This is an edited version of the fic. The full explicit version is on AO3)

CW for alcohol and implied NSFW content (but no actual sex)

"You stickin' around?" Shanks asked, his face red with intoxication. His hair was a mess of crimson waves as he grinned and leaned towards his friend.

Jinx shrugged and took another swig of their drink. "S'not like I've got anywhere better to be right now. I'm kinda between jobs or whatever."

Shanks laughed loudly. "Oh, you need a job? What if I said I had somethin' for you?"

"Depends what it is," they replied.

A drop of sweat rolled down Shanks' temple as he grabbed a scrap of paper and started scribbling. Jinx raised an eyebrow at him, because what the fuck was he even doing? He folded the scrap in half before pushing it into their hand.

"How about a delivery? Bring that to an old friend of mine and I'll pay you well," he promised.

This was not the sort of job that Jinx normally took, and he knew it. But... maybe something simple would be a nice change.

"Fine. Who's your friend?"

Shanks smiled, his eyes hazed with alcohol. "Buggy the Clown."

It had taken a stupid amount of time to track this guy down. Turns out he was floating around the East Blue and a circus themed pirate ship wasn't hard to find if you were in the right place. It's just that a drunk Shanks was really bad with directions.

Still, Jinx finally managed to find their way. The ship was docked on some tiny ass island in the middle of nowhere... not exactly the place one would expect the circus to stop.

Their target was a pirate, and Jinx was more than familiar with that sort. They made a beeline for the nearest pub and sure enough a crowd of colorful pirates had completely overrun the place. Their loud, obnoxious voices filled the air along with the stink of B.O... ugh. Jinx glanced around the place, eyes searching each face for one that matched the wanted poster Shanks had shown them... ah. There.

Standing on top of a table in the middle of the pub singing a rude shanty at the top of his lungs was a man. With his long blue hair split into pig tails that spilled over his pirate hat like tassles and the big, red nose, he was unmistakable.

"Buggy!" Jinx's call of his name carried over the crowd, and he turned to them, eyes wide with surprise... and alcohol. Not surprising; Jinx had never met a pirate that didn't love their booze.

The pirate clown hopped down from the table, his boots thumping to the ground. He sauntered over, long coat billowing behind him, and his eyes dragged their way up and down Jinx as though in appraisal.

"Now, who might you be?" he asked. His voice was expressive, raspy, but not unpleasant. He stopped a few inches away and leaned into their space, his blue-green eyes locked on theirs.

"No one of consequence. I've got a delivery." Jinx fished the scrap of paper out of their pocket and waved it in front of his face.

Buggy hummed. "Aw, you're not gonna tell me your name?"

Jinx ignored him and thrust the paper more insistently at him. He plucked it from them, his eyes still glued to their face. They took a step back. Buggy straightened up.

He unfolded the paper and...

"What the hell?!" He yelled, his face immediately morphing to one of rage.

"Whats wrong, boss?" one of the other pirates called as Buggy ground his teeth together. He crumpled the paper and tossed it to the ground before stomping on it like a child throwing a tantrum.

Buggy whirled on the messenger, getting back up in their space. "So, red hair put you up to this, did he?"

Jinx raised their hands in a placating gesture. "Hey, all I did was deliver it, cuz he paid me to."

The clown snarled. "Of course, he did. Of course."

"What'd it say anyway?"

"Nothing," Buggy spat. And then he sucked in a deep breath. And his face turned thoughtful. "I suppose you had nothing to do with- with his disrespect."

"Yeah, uh, I just wanted his gold. Didn't have anything to do with anything else." Though, honestly, they thought it would be hard to respect someone like him.

Buggy hummed and stepped closer. They stepped back. "You did travel all this way... why don't you stay a while. Drinks on me."

The offer was tempting, but... that meant spending more time with an irritating clown who couldn't keep his eyes to himself. On the other hand, he was offering them free booze. Pirates weren't the only ones with a thing for alcohol.

"Fine. I'll let you buy me a drink or two."

Buggy's face broke into a large grin. "Talk about flashy!" His gloved hand wrapped around Jinx's wrist, and he tugged them up to the bar.

"Don't touch me," they snatched their hand away from him. He only laughed with that stupid clown laugh of his. Jinx sat on a stool and crossed their arms.

"What's your poison?" Buggy tapped his chin as he stared at Jinx. They glared back. Damn, he was annoying. "You seem like a sake guy. Am i right?"

"Yeah," they said, and Buggy laughed again.

"A round of sake for our sweet messenger!" He called to the bartender who only nodded with dull eyes as she poured the drink. How long had Buggy and his crew been here taking over the bar? How long until they finally left?

Jinx took the offered cup and took a gulp. Buggy was still staring. What was with this guy? Did he ever blink?

"So, are you just a hired hand for old red hair? Or something more?"

"How do you know Shanks, anyway? He called you an old friend."

He scoffed at that. "I wouldn't use the word friend, doll."

"Aw, Buggy, why not? I thought we were best friends?" an all too familiar voice said. A voice that should not have been here.

Buggy immediately leapt a foot in the air, his head popping off his neck. "Red hair?! What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Hey, Shanks," Jinx nodded at the newcomer. "Didn't see you come in. Don't tell me you were following me?"

Shanks only shrugged, not answering, before turning to Buggy. "Didn't you get my note? It said I was coming by for a visit."

"You know damn well it said nothing of the sort," Buggy snarled. "The fuck is with you, what's the point of hiring a messenger if you're just gonna show up yourself. And by the way, I was not in the mood to see your ugly mug, so why don't you just fuck off!"

"I missed you, too, buddy," Shanks laughed.

The clown sputtered wordlessly, his face red with rage.

Jinx took another swig of their drink, growing tired of the theatrics. "Does this mean I get my payment sooner?"

"Focused on the coin, eh?" Shanks dug into his pocket before pulling out a sizeable purse. "This do?"

Taking it and weighing it in their hand momentarily, Jinx then nodded and stuck it in their own pocket. "I think that's a bit more than we agreed on."

"Consider it a tip for dealing with my friend."

"I'm NOT your friend!" Buggy yelled.

Jinx leaned across the counter, ignoring the commotion, motioning to the bartender. "This place got rooms or should I try somewhere else?"

The bartender was an older woman, her grey hair piled on top of her head like a wasp's nest. Her eyes were dull, exhausted. Jinx felt for her; her job must get so much harder when pirates came to town.

"Yeah, there's a bed upstairs. 15 berries a night."

They dug out some coin and slid it across the counter. "One night, please. Keep the change... since you have a bar full of assholes tonight."

The woman snorted before sliding a key across the bar, which they pocketed. "Eh, at least they're paying. Wish they'd've showered before coming in, though."

Suddenly, someone grabbed their wrist. Jinx tore away from their conversation, leveling a glare at the clown that dared lay a hand on them.

He didn't notice. He was busy screaming at Shanks. Still.

"And I suppose you sent your pretty little boyfriend here just so you can rub it in my face, huh?!"

"What are you talking about, I don't have a-"

"I know your game, you bastard," Buggy jabbed a finger in Shanks' face, his grip on Jinx's wrist tightening. "Why are you even getting them all wrapped up in your bullshit, huh?"

"Let me go, asshole!" Jinx tried to tug their wrist out of his grasp, but he was too strong. Stronger than he looked. "Fucking clown!"

Buggy paused in his ranting, looking at Jinx yet again. There was an intensity in his gaze that had them shrinking away from him. "Sorry," he grunted before releasing them.

"And for the record, I am not Shanks' boyfriend. Don't know where the fuck you got that idea."

"It just makes sense! Since you two were all- all chummy and shit."

"Chummy? You mean when he paid me for doing the job he hired me for?"

Buggy huffed and crossed his arms. Instead of saying anything else, he grabbed his mug of beer and drank deeply from it. Jinx did the same with their sake. They absolutely were going to need another one. Hopefully theyd be able to convince Buggy to keep paying.

"Another round," the clown hiccuped to the bartender. "Including my friend, here." He shot a glare at Shanks. "Not you."

Ok, guess he wouldnt need convincing after all. Jinx beamed when another cup was set in front of them.

"Well," Shanks clapped his hands together. "It's always great seeing you, old pal. But I've got places to be."

Jinx glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "Seriously? All that effort and you're leaving already?"

He shrugged. "What, you gonna miss me or something?"

They only rolled their eyes and went back to what was important: their drink.

"Get the fuck outta here, no one's gonna miss you!" Buggy yelled before turning his back on his 'old friend'.

Shanks left with one final obnoxious laugh. The two drank in silence, though the place was far from silent. Buggy's crew was rowdy, that was for sure.

"Honestly thought you woulda gone with him," Buggy remarked after a while. His voice was much calmer than before; Jinx had to strain to hear him over the loud pirates surrounding them.

"I already bought a room here; there'd be no point in following him."

"No?" Buggy glanced at them out of the corner of his eye. "No interest in his bed?"

"Ugh, for the last time, I'm not with Shanks. He's so not my type," they grimaced. They could feel their head starting to swim, no doubt from the sake.

"I'm shocked. Most people seem to be all over him," he stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Yeah? What about you? He your type or something?"

Buggy's jaw dropped - literally. It fell from his face and dropped to the floor before popping back into place. "Absolutely fucking not! That's disgusting!" He gagged.

"Right, right. So he's your ex."

"No! Ugh, don't say such gross shit," he shuddered, as though truly disgusted. Jinx snickered.

"Oh, thanks for the drinks," they said, deciding to have mercy and switch subjects.

"I'll buy ya another, doll," he gestured to bartender, who sighed and started pouring another round.

Head already fuzzy, Jinx wondered if they should decline. But then the cup was slid in front of them and they drank happily. It was like the stuff got tastier the more they had. Booze was magic like that.

"You this generous to everyone you meet?"

"Nah, just the cute ones," he winked.

Jinx groaned. They should've figured the clown would hit on them sooner or later, and they seriously didn't need this. Indulging his bullshit was off the table. "And that's my cue to leave." They slid from their stool, but Buggy caught them by their wrist... again.

"Aw, c'mon, doll. Night's just getting started." He pleaded, his clownish makeup exaggerating his already exaggerated pleading expression.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"You never told me your name."

Jinx blinked. Their mind worked sluggishly, but maybe getting a few more free drinks off the clown wasn't such a bad idea. Slowly, they sat back down, and a grin slid into place on Buggy's face.

"Another round?"

"I probably shouldn't."

"But do you want to?"

"Yes."

Time passed. Drinks were chugged. And somehow, Jinx ended up leaning against Buggy as one of his crew members danced on a table while juggling knives. Something they would've disapproved of when they first walked in now had them cheering, especially when the pirate accidentally knicked himself in his drunken state.

Jinx yawned, and half a thought occured to them. They had a bed waiting for them, didn't they?

"Ah, fuck, what time is it? I gotta..." they trailed off, looking around for a clock. They stepped away from the pirate clown, intending on retiring to their room, but they didn't manage more than two steps before they tripped over their own feet. Gloved hands caught them and pulled them upright.

"Careful, sweetness. Wouldn't want something to happen to you," Buggy said, his speech only slightly slurred.

"I just- I should go to bed," they said even as they allowed him to pull them into his side.

"Let me walk you to your room."

"No way, am perfectly fine."

"Yeah? S'that why you fell?"

Jinx sighed in defeat. "Okay, whatever. It's uh..." they fished the roomkey from their pocket. "Says room 2."

Buggy wrapped one arm around their waist, keeping a secure hold as he guided them away from the crowd. A couple pirates whistled, though whether that had anything to do with what their captain was up to was unclear. Jinx's head swam. His hand was so warm on their side, and altogether he was surprisingly strong. It was nice not having to focus on keeping themself on their feet.

Eventually, they made it to the room. Jinx fumbled with the key, missing the lock a couple of times before finally managing to insert it. And then was the matter of turning it, which proved to be its own ordeal, but finally, finally, they managed to get the door open.

"Thanks, Bug," they slurred. "Wanna come in?"

"Oh, is that an invitation? Don't mind if I do," Buggy laughed. He helped them into the room, not letting go until they were safely sitting on the bed.

Immediately, Jinx stood, swaying on their feet.

"Doll, you're a bit drunk. You should probably sit."

"Shhhhhh," they pressed a finger to his lips, smearing the red paint slightly. "I need to tell ya somethin."

Buggy blinked. "What?"

They giggled drunkenly before leaning into his space. "I never told you my name, did I?"

"You finally gonna tell me?"

They grabbed the collar of his jacket, partly to pull him closer, but mostly to help keep themself standing. "But I know your name. You're Buggy."

"Most people call me Captain Buggy," he corrected with a slightly bewildered smile.

"You're Buggy," they repeated. "I found you, cuz I was paid to. But you," they giggled again. "You're prettier than I thought you'd be."

His face flushed bright red and his voice shot up an octave. "I'm what?!"

Jinx leaned in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. His breath fanned across their face, thick with the stench of booze.

"Pretty," they whispered before pressing their lips to his.

Caught off guard, Buggy faltered, frozen, unsure how to respond. No one had ever just kissed him out of the blue like that before. No one had ever called him pretty.

Jinx pulled back, trying to blink through their hazy brain. Oh, did he not like that? "Mmm, sorry-"

Before they could finish their sentence, Buggy grabbed them and crashed into another kiss. Jinx let out a surprised noise before their eyes slipped closed, and they fell into the rhythm of the kiss.

It was clumsy, seeing as they were both far from sober, but the way his lips slid over theirs was intoxicating. His hands slid down their body, fingers finding purchase in their soft flesh before resting on their hips. Jinx sighed into his mouth as he pulled them flush against him.

They swayed dangerously on their feet, and Buggy gently lifted them with his hands on their waist. He really was stronger than he looked. He laid them on the mattress with care, and they grabbed the front of his shirt with clumsy hands and pulled him down with them, connecting their mouths once again. They nipped at his bottom lip in a playful gesture, and Buggy growled softly.

"Fuck," Jinx swore quietly and shoved at Buggy's coat. "Take it off."

He laughed breathlessly and let the coat fall from his shoulders, presumably landing in a heap on the floor. Jinx's hands flew to his green belt and started tugging at it. He helped untie it, and then suddenly they were untucking his striped shirt and shoving their hands under the fabric, running them over his skin. Their fingers explored every inch they could reach, sighing in delight as they carded through his soft body hair, or felt a puckered scar.

Oh, they were going to make this clown see stars.

***

Buggy rolled off of Jinx, both of them panting and sweaty. He gathered them into his arms, cradling their head tenderly against his chest.

"You good, sweetness?" He whispered.

They cracked one eye open. "Name's Jinx."

"Nice to meet ya, Jinx."

They groaned at his bad joke, and he chuckled.

"Here, let me..." he sent one of his hands searching around the room, returning with a wetted cloth, which he used to clean the both of them up. Jinx sighed, relaxing in his arms. He brought his hand back and used it to play with their short hair, pressing a kiss to their forehead.

It was not long until Jinx was drifting off to sleep, snuggled up to Buggy, who was all too happy to keep them close to his heart.

***

Jinx blinked open their eyes, squinting against the sunlight that shown through the window. Shit, their head hurt. They definitely had gotten a bit carried away with that sake...

Slowly, they began to become more aware of their surroundings. And the fact that they were pressed up against something really warm with something heavy across their chest.

Their eyes adjusted to the morning light, and they were finally able to see the sleeping face of..

Oh, there was no way.

The events from last night flooded their brain, albeit most of it was still rather fuzzy. They'd- they'd slept with Buggy the Clown?? And then spent the night cuddling him???

Their head spun, mostly from the hangover.

Okay, first thing was first. Carefully, slowly, they slid out from beneath his arm that still cradled them. They kept an eye on Buggy, freezing in place if he so much as stirred slightly. They absolutely were not in the mood for talking to him, especially not if he was gonna try and be romantic. Ugh.

Finally, they managed to slip away from him and out of the bed. Thank god he seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

Next step. Jinx was still naked. They glanced around the room, at the fabric strewn all over the floor. Luckily, their pants were an easy find. They pulled them on and scanned the room for their sh-

Buggy made a noise, and they panicked. Oh god, he was gonna wake up any moment. Shit. They scrambled about, pulling on the first shirt shaped piece of fabric they found. They glanced back at the bed and saw that he was indeed beginning to stir. Their heart jumped, and without thinking, they slid open the window and clambered through it, dropping to the ground below.

They took off running, thankful to feel the weight of Shanks's coin still in their pocket. If there was one thing they knew, they had to get far, far away from here. Away from their mistake. Away from Buggy the damn Clown.

It wasn't til they managed to hitch a ride on the first boat out of there that they realized the shirt they'd grabbed was not, in fact, their plain grey one, but rather red with white stripes.

Did ya make it this far? Hi and thanks for reading! As a treat you get to see what Shanks wrote on that little note of his