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[littlenursepokemon]

Transgender Goofball icons

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[sapphirebluejewel]

Endless List of Characters I Love - Michael Holden

"For most people, normal is their default setting. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner."

[tiredmimik]

!! UT/DR NEWSLETTER SPOILERS !!

queen concept art appreciation post

[bxd-kxrma]

@mxnxdrama Continued.

“Oh yes, how could I forget? I am Sparkle. Good job again you handsome devil, no one can pull a fast one over a brilliant business man such as yourself.” It was like looking in a mirror, so he played along with it. So many possibilities. But first, why not build himself up a little, right?

[startgamc]

[ corporate wants you to find the difference between these two pictures ]

[tallshipandstar]

Four weeks and two days ago I didn't really care about soccer. But then my squirrel brain became obsessed and devoured everything it could find, and today I got so emotional at work that I teared up thinking about:

K.Mewis

Running onto the pitch with about a minute of extra time remaining

For what would turn out to be her only on field appearance of the World Cup

Carrying her two Sams with her

Her sister on her boots and her girlfriend on her thigh

And nailing her penalty kick.

I mean. Sports, right?

[koi-nonymous]

ill embody aimi as much as possible whenever it comes to mind even though i suck at her

[hells-sirenqueen]

(Just a few samples of what I'm working on..

[fadedtoneverland]

d&g’s prince | c.sn

❤︎ synopsis — your boyfriend is away at milan for another fashion show. you’re lowkey (highkey) missing him very much, until he facetimes you to check in on you… wearing something a little too sexy

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

theme: fluff ✿ , suggestive ❤︎, slight crack ✦ (if you squint)

a/n: seeing the clips of him circling around online in this outfit …. i went a lil’ too crazy … i didn’t want to post another smut fanfic of san, so i just went for the suggestive route

cw: reader makes lots of sex jokes cuz they’re feral. implied sex at the ending. mostly teasing and shi

you never knew true boredom and desperation.

well, at least not ‘till this week.

your absolutely stunning, gorgeous, panty-dropping enigma of a man, choi san, had left your poor self all alone in your apartment. not intentionally, of course. being a hot idol that’s constantly in the spotlight, was a busy lifestyle that you completely understood.

and san just so happened to get invited to one of dolce & gabbana’s latest fashion week shows, a brand that san has modeled for numerous times.

he was over the moon, absolutely beaming about going to milan again. you were happy for him too. only problem is, he couldn’t take you with him. san being san, wouldn’t stop whining about how he couldn’t take his “absolute unit of a partner” with him, but you reassured him everything would be fine back home in seoul, and you’d regularly text.

even then, sending off san with kisses and goodbyes at the airport didn’t stop you from missing him. because, he’s choi san. who wouldn’t miss their boyfriend if he was choi san.

so now here you were, curled up in your plush, king sized bed underneath the duvet. a jellycat goose tucked underneath your chin while you scrolled through your texts with san.

sannie <3 [12:03am]: baby

sannie <3 [12:03am]: are u up ??

sannie <3 [12:03am]: just finished a pop live

sannie <3 [12:04am]: come facetime me i wanna say hiiii :33

sannie <3 [12:05am]: do it >:((

you couldn’t hold back your smile. oh san, that lovable little dork. despite being the hottest person to literally grace god’s green earth, he was still a clingy goofball of a man.

your fingers glides across your screen as you typed back

y/n [12:07am]: omg i will

y/n [12:08am]: so needy, ur lucky ur cute

sannie <3 [12:10am]: ik i am <3

sannie <3 [12:11am]: open ur laptop, baby. i’ll be on soon

and you did as you were told, getting comfy underneath your duvet while pulling out your sticker-infested laptop. snuggled in san’s favorite hoodie that had a faint scent of his sandalwood cologne, you eagerly opened the screen and clicked on the bright green facetime icon, waiting for him to call you up.

you were incredibly giddy too, trying to act like you weren’t delusional and the most sane person on planet earth. and well- you weren’t really being delusional, considering that you were dating the choi san himself.

the incoming call icon popped up on your screen, and you quickly shifted to sit up while hovering your cursor over the green button, clicking it, and watching as the screen expanded to reveal your stunning boyfriend.

“hi, baby!” san called out, waving to you. his voice smooth as honey. ugh, you could listen to him forever, especially when he sounds so happy.

“my man,” you sighed dreamily while giving him a little finger wave, resting your cheek on your palm. “i seriously felt like i was gonna die if i went another day without hearing your voice.”

san laughed, the sound light and teasing. “oh, really? and you’re calling me needy? can’t even go a week without hearing my angelic voice, y/n.”

“yeah? well—“ you were about to retort wittily to his teasing, but the grainy web camera on san’s end cleared up a bit more, showing off a bit more details of the black outfit he was wearing. the sight made you effectively stop talking, which san took notice of.

“baby?” san called out, smirk faltering a bit from concern. “you alright—?”

“stand up.” you suddenly said.

your boyfriend blinked.

“i- wha—“

“i said stand up, choi san,” you interrupted firmly. “show me what kind of slutty fit you have on.”

san blinked once. then twice. he did a little head shake before chuckling, slowly standing up from his swivel chair and adhering to your hasty demands.

“whatever you want, angel.” san sang teasingly, pushing the chair away from his desk and stepping back to give you a tantalizing view of the outfit. the camera cut out his face, and the desk cropped up to his thighs, not showing you the full body, but showing just enough details to make you go feral.

san always looked good in black, made his features pop more, and just dripped him out in sin and scandal. but your eyes roved hungrily over the expanse of his muscles that were very much defined by his shirt.

his top, thin cotton fabric in the form of the sexiest blouse you’ve seen him wear. the middle part dipped down just enough to reveal a flirty little chest window for your lucky eyes. some black stringed ribbon was tied together nearly at the front of his shirt, creating a more sinful feel, knowing he can just untie those strings and flash you with his glorious tits at any given moment.

and the jeans? tight, leather, and fucking whorish. even when he did a little spin in front of the web cam to give you the whole galore of his outfit, you couldn’t stop thinking about how those jeans fitted perfectly along his hips and curve of his ass.

you were destroyed completely, reduced to nothing but a horny little dog who felt like they were gonna howl at the moon any second. and san seemed to notice, due to your lack of speaking after he showed off his stripper fit.

“uhh… y/n?” san called out while leaning down so his face was in view of the webcam. “are you okay?”

a beat of silence. one breath. then two.

and…

“you little shit.” you suddenly blurted out.

san was baffled. “… huh???”

“who told you that you could dress up like a hooker??”

silence.

then san shook his head, blinking furiously. “i— w-what?!”

your devastatingly hot boyfriend practically lurched himself back in the rolling chair, completely bewildered by your bold, yet astronomically down bad statement for him. meanwhile, you just stared at the camera, completely serious.

“babe, this is so unfair. you can’t dress up looking like a full-course meal and not expect me to go feral,” you said, practically whining with how devastated you were. “and you’re in milan too? ugh, even worse. who’s gonna suck your dick ‘till the skin falls off now??”

san choked on his own saliva. “until the skin falls off—?! baby- it’s just a shirt!!”

“yeah, a shirt that’s making my pussy way too wet. there’s a whole damn tsunami down there.”

“princess—“

“if i was a man i’d be popping the biggest boner right now, i’m just saying.”

san was crying with laughter. laughter from both disbelief and amusement. he’s heard you say all sorts of diabolical stuff regarding many things, but never to this level of down bad. maybe this was your glorious way of reminding him who gives him the best blowjobs while he’s gone.

“baby— honey—“ san laughed, rubbing the tears of joy out of his eyes. “you- you can’t just say stuff like that! it hasn’t even been that long since i left korea.”

you scoffed, and turned your head dramatically away from the virtual image of your boyfriend. “yeah, but it’s been long enough since i last saw you, and you have the audacity to come on here and flash me??”

san blinked. again.

“flash you???”

“uh, yeah? i’m getting the whole front row view of your twelve inch dick through those slutty pants, babe.”

“i— twelve inches!?”

“god created men and sent you as an apology, baby. you’re the whole package and i’m about to unwrap your boxers like one. i’ve gone too long without your glorious presence.”

san’s jaw was practically on the floor with that one, and you looked unfazed. composed, cool, collected, despite the sheer diabolical-ness of your filthy words.

remind him why you were his girlfriend again?

“okay, okay. if you really want to come see me, you can catch the closest flight to milan,” san said, leaning closer to the screen, flashing those cheeky dimples, “but it won’t be any cake walk trying to get alone time with me, baby.”

“fine by me,” you declared, smirking back at him. “i can be stealthy.”

san raised an eyebrow, amused. “i doubt it.”

“are you saying you don’t trust me?” you retort teasingly.

“no~ im just stating the facts, the fact that your chances of sneaking past all the guards and paparazzi and staff to be with yours truly is slim.”

“slim but never zero, baby. come on, i’ve done this plenty of times during tours. i can do it again for fashion week~”

and you just had to pull out those sparkly, mischievous eyes that you know san loves so much. god, he was a weak man when it came to you. but who could blame him? he was also dying to have you near him soon, especially with how busy the d&g fashion week as gotten him.

“i better see you here soon then, baby,” san said, grinning ear-to-ear while leaning back. “and wear an outfit that’s easy to rip off.”

you smiled devilishly, knowing you’ve won.

“already looking for tickets to milan, prince.”

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[honeyshiddendesire]

Round 2 For Everyone

Characters: Luffy, Law, Kid x female!reader (separate)

Summary: Waking up to Luffy was always fun especially when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you but all fun has to come to an end…or maybe not considering you run into the other captains all day. 

Warnings: morning sex, dirty talk, public sex, dressing room/alleyway, begging, teasing, hair pulling, marking, sloppy kisses, dick riding/cowgirl, backshots, size difference, pet names (baby, pretty girl, princess) creampies

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You wake up with a small smile on your face at the feel of soft lips kissing along your shoulder, when you stir a bit you hear that iconic giggle that you love so much. 

You barely move and Luffy already takes that as a sign to wrap his arms around you tightly, winding them around you like a snake was his favorite. “Hey, you awake?” Luffy grins against your skin before moving to nip at your shoulder making you whine. “You didn’t even give me a chance to say yes before you go and nibble on me like a steak.” You joke and Luffy groans as he sucks on your neck. “Mmm steak~” He hums and you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. 

“Always thinking with your stomach huh?” You ask and he shakes his head as he grinds his hips into your ass, both still naked from the fun of last night. “Usually but right now I’m thinking with my dick.” Luffy’s voice sounds deeper and you swallow the forming lump in your throat. You always did have a hard time denying the handsome goofball. “That so Luffy?” You tease and he just nips you a bit harder making you gasp, the feel of his hands running down your stomach to your thighs. He lifts a leg of yours up and you can feel him grind his hard cock against your already wet pussy. Your cunt warm like a morning cup of coffee that envelopes his cock as he slides into you slowly, which was rare for the usually wired Captain. “Ugh~ Luffy~” You moan softly and he just hums. 

“Yeah, I can’t help it. I just need you so bad, you were asleep for so long~” Luffy whines and you just gasp as he starts to move his hips against yours, cock plunging into your farthest walls. His grip is tight, hand under your knee as he pulls your leg up, tucking his other arm under your head, hand cradling your face as he turns you to look at him. Greedy lips crashing into yours, tongue licking along your lips to ask for permission on searching your mouth. “MMM! Luffy~ fuck right there!” You moan before his tongue moves in to swirl around yours with a hungry groan. 

“Right here?” Luffy teases against your lips as he rocks into you harder making you practically scream. “Like that, huh pretty girl?” You gulped hearing his words and wondered if he learned the phrase from Sanji. You wanted to dwell on it further but with his cock hitting that spongy spot inside of you you couldn’t focus. “YES! Oh fuck- nngh- Luffy please don’t stop!” Your moans getting louder as Luffy rocks harder but suddenly stops with a grumble. “Luffy~!” You whine in protest as he pulls out of you but he just yanks you up in his strong arms before plopping onto his back with a grin. 

“Come on pretty girl, I wanna see you on top.” Luffy smirks as he pulls you on top barely giving you time to react, laughs being shared between the both of you. Sex with Luffy was always fun and exciting, sometimes serious though but now was not one of those times. You climb on top of Luffy in an instant, your hand grabbing the base of his cock holding him steady as you slowly lower your soaked cunt onto him. “Fuuuuck~ You always feel so good, I can’t get enough of you.” Luffy groans, hands flying to your hips gripping your meaty flesh to guide your movements. 

You both wasted no time in starting a chaotic rhythm, Luffy’s feet planted on the mattress, hips thrusting up into your juicy cunt as you bounce wildly on his stretching cock. He couldn’t help using his fruit just to make you moan louder and louder for him, broken screams leaving your throat till you were almost positive it would leave you. “Shit pretty girl you’re so wet.” Luffy moans, squirming underneath you as you circle your hips, tip of his cock feeling like it’s poking your cervix. “Ahh~ Luffy~ fuck you’re so deep baby- nngh!” His eyes watch in awe as your curves bounce on his cock, skin slapping against skin as your pussy squishes loudly on his cock. 

“Luffy- oh fuckfuckfuck!” You moan as you bounce on his cock, your weight no match for the strength of your captain. Luffy only fucked into you harder forcing all those honeyed sweet moans out from your throat, hands stretching up grab your soft skin all over. “What do you need?” He asks and you whine, his eyes glancing down to were you both connect, hand coming down to rub at your clit. “Need me here?” He grins as you gasp loudly, air pushed from your lungs at the mix of sensations your pussy was feeling. “YES!” 

“Gonna cum in you again. That okay?” Luffy grunts as he thrust up into you in time with you bouncing down, both fucking each other with enthusiam. “So warm- ugh shit- so wet on my dick. F-feels so good. You feel so good.” Luffy groans as he throws his head back into the pillows, eyes rolling back cartoonishly. “Please Luffy, please cum in me.” You moan back as you feel your walls tighten up, squeezing his cock like a snake in the grass wrapped around its next meal. 

“Cum with me ‘kay pretty girl. You can do that for me right? Do it for your captain.” Luffy grunts as he rubs your sensitive clit faster, a speed so quick it was like he was a real life vibrator. “SHIT! Oh fuck- ah-ugh- NNGH! Yesyesyes! Just like that Luffy.” Your moans bounce off the walls the same way your noisy cunt bounces on Luffy. Loud and lewd. Your pussy wasn’t just wet it was soaked, drenching your poor captain’s cock, giving him no choice but to clutch onto your hips pounding up into your sticky cunt. “Cu-cumming~ Luffy!” 

“Fuck me too. You’re so warm~” He moans as he fills your pussy with his hot ropes of cum, thick and milky flowing inside of you till you’re filled to the brim, his hips thrusting a few more times till he finally stops with a whine. You chuckle breathlessly, not being able to help yourself from teasing him. “Wow, just one round?” You joke and he raises a brow as he throws you on your back. “Nah I’m just getting started.”

Another hour passed before the both of you were heaving for air, sweat slicked skin covered in marks for the ravenous sex the two of you had with each other. “Told ya.” Luffy jokes with a grin and you just shake your head. “Ugh I need a shower. You coming?” You question and he just yawns, “Nope, I’m gonna nap for a bit then bug Sanji for somethin’ to eat.” You only roll your eyes before literally dragging yourself out of the bed to head to the attached bathroom for a much needed clean. 

You hissed feeling the sponge rub against your sensitive and sore skin, your nipples aching from your captain sucking on them so hard. Your fluffy and soft skin begging for a wash, your hand running the sponge over your body trying to be as gentle on yourself as possible. “What a crazy couple of days.” You mumble to yourself as you wash your hair humming a random tune you heard Brook play on the ship. You relaxed in the shower a bit before sighing and getting out. You had some things you had to get in town and if you stayed in the shower too long it would do the opposite of waking you up. 

Quickly you got dressed, unfortunately in your same nasty clothes, not on the Sunny to change, but that’s why you’re running into town to grab a few things and maybe a drink when all errands are done. You walk out of the bathroom to smile at Luffy starfished in the bed naked glory for all to see if they made the mistake of walking in. You just shake your head with a smile and walk out, closing the door tightly before leaving. 

You wave your hands when you pass by Robin, “Heading to town?” She asked and you smiled with a nod, “Yeah crazy night so I gotta grab some things.” You wink and Robin gives a beautiful laugh. “We heard, you should’ve seen the distraught and jealous look on Sanji’s face. He still can’t believe the hold Luffy has on you.” 

“Ah what can I say I’m a sucker for that smile of his. I’ll see you later.” You wave before walking out and heading to some shops you passed on the way here. You stroll around for a bit and even walk up to a vendor who was selling dango to grab a little snack. When you go to pay you feel a hand on your shoulder stopping your movements. “Allow me. Here you go.” When you look up you notice Law standing there handing the vendor some cash. Both of you walk a bit away so the vendor can’t hear you conversing. 

“Still haven’t set sail, I see.” You question Law in between bites and he just nods as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Restocking first and wanted to check a few other things out first. How about you? What are you doing?” He asked and you gave him a chipper smile, “Awe did you miss me? Is that the real reason you stayed?” You joke and he rolls his eyes before walking a bit ahead of you, but with his long legs you have to jog a bit catching up to him. “Oh don’t be like that I’m just teasing you Doc.” He gives you a sharp side eye that makes you grin and he only rolls his eyes again. “You keep rolling those pretty eyes of yours and they might fall out.”

Law stops immediately, spinning around to lean down to your small height and give you a smirk, the look in his eyes warning you, “Listen babe, you keep teasing me like this and I’ll have to drag you off somewhere and take care of that mouth of yours.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat before getting the courage to challenge him, “Don’t threaten me with a good time doctor. I might just accept.” Law gives you a bone chilling grin before glancing behind you to a shop you couldn’t see, his gorgeous tattooed hand grabbing yours and dragging you away. “HEY!” You laugh as he leads you into a kimono shop, grabbing a random one and heading to the dressing room along with you. “We need to use this room, I’m gonna help her.” Law says to a stunned employee who just nods and walks away with a blush. 

Law gently shoves you in the dressing room, closing the door softly behind him as he tosses the kimono to the side. Stepping forward in one long stride he takes your face in his hands smashing his lips with yours like a man starved of oxygen. “MMPH!” You moan in surprise as he presses you into the wall, his back arched to reach you. His hands move quickly as if he’s on a timer and needs to memorize everything your body has to offer. Hungry lips moving to kiss along your jaw before reaching your neck to kiss mark after mark all over you. “It’s a shame you’re a straw hat or I’d steal you away like before.” Law grumbles, one hand cradling the back of your head to tilt you back a bit and make room for his greedy mouth as the other slipped down the front of your pants. 

“Jealous of Luffy huh?” You breathe as a joke but he nips your shoulder in warning, “Don’t be ridiculous.” Law growls out as if your words were nauseating, just the idea of being jealous of anything Luffy had was out of the question even though…he might’ve been a tad jealous, he’d never admit it. Your hands find their way in Law’s hair and he groans as you tug a bit from the pleasure of his long fingers finding your clit, rubbing a soft circle over your precious bud. 

“I need to taste you.” Law groans as he moves down a bit to kiss the valley of your breast, before dropping to his knees in front of you. “Help me push these down.” He groans impatiently at the annoying button on your jeans making you assist him towards his prize that’s between your legs. Licking his lips as he stared up at you, his voice dripping like honey, “Turn around for me baby.” You can feel your face get warm but kick off your jeans and turn around following his orders. Law can’t help the way his hand swats back and forth to smack you on the ass, watching the way your plump curves ripple before his eyes. Hands going to grope your ass spreading you apart for his greedy eyes to feast upon, “Bend over a bit more, hands on the way. Good girl baby.” He praises as you listen quickly, wiggling your hips in his face making him groan. Law spreads you open, his thumbs pulling your pussy lips apart, a hum leaving him before he licks from your clit up to your clenching holes. When you go to moan his name he nips the meaty flesh of your ass and shushes you. 

“Quiet down baby, you don’t want them catching you being a slut in the dressing room now do you?” He chuckles at your whine before moving forward to kiss your clit messily. “Look at you…I’ve barely started touching you and your pretty pussy is already begging me to stick my cock in here.” He taunts, tongue dragging up from your bud before moving to circle around your entrance. 

“I think your pussy likes getting licked in public places. She’s so naughty.” Law’s words ghost over your cunt making you twitch and whine. 

You try to keep your moans quiet as Law starts slurping up your messy juices that leak out of your pussy, sucking on your clit every once in a while for an overload of sensation. A low groan leaving him makes you shake with pleasure, eyes rolling back as he shoves his tongue deep in your cunt. Long tongue circling inside of your pussy with another deep groan, hands grabbing and squeezing your ass tightly as if you’d run away if he didn’t keep you still.

 “Damn you taste so fucking good.” Law’s voice is raspy, the sound driving you wild as he continues to feast on your cunt. Slurps and sucking sounds were loud in your ears, and you couldn’t help but get turned on, pussy only getting wetter and wetter at the lewd situation. 

“Such a little slut for all of us, you know that. So fucking perfect.” Law mumbles before he sucks on your clit and you have to bite into your hand to keep your scream down as you cum on his face. His mouth moving up to lick the nectar that leaks from you, moans leaving his lips at the taste of you. Law licks his lips before standing abruptly, hands working quickly to pull his hard cock out. Hissing at the cool air that wrapped around his dick before sighing at the immediate warmth that enveloped him as he entered your tight walls. 

“Fuck~!” You both cursed, your head thumping forward from the pleasure of being filled by Law’s long cock. The curve poking right into that place he seems to memorize. “Can’t get enough of you, what the fuck are you even doing to me.” He wasn’t particularly talking to you but he didn’t care if you answered either way, which you did like the brat you were with him. 

“Shit- nngh~ you falling in love or somethin’ doctor?” You tease and he just rolls his eyes, fingers digging into your flesh harder before slamming forward, pressing all his weight forward till you’re smushed into the wall. Your wet cunt swallows his length over and over with every thrust like a tight hug that has the man going drunk on your pussy. The loud slap slap slap of skin unmistakable to the activities that you both were engaging in inside of the dressing room. 

“I bet you fucked Straw Hat-ya this morning huh?” Law questions and you whine as he steps closer as if putting you in a standing prone bone. 

“Answer me.” Law growled with a hard thrust making you gasp. 

“Yes!”

“I fucking knew it.” Law smirked as he came close to nip at your ear, “Such a naughty girl.” His taunting and teasing made you quiver, pussy spasming around his cock like she was shy or something. Your cream made a delicious ring on his tanned cock that had him swallowing the pool of drool that was starting to collect in his mouth. 

Law’s words tickle your ears as he speaks low, “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby?” You barely have space to nod, your voice broken as you moan out a ‘yes’ for the tall man towering behind you. You barely understand how he was able to fuck you being so much taller but damn did the doctor find a way, cock plunging into you at the perfect angle to leave you gasping. 

“So do it then. Let me feel how wet you get my cock.” Law commands as he kisses along your neck, ripping a moan from your throat as your pussy quivers and gushes on his cock, soaking your thighs. It was scandalous, the both of you fucking like rabbits in this dressing room but it was to hot to stop especially as Law let out a deep grunt, shooting ropes of cum into your tight little cunt. 

“Fucking love cumming in this cunt of yours.” Law’s grunts make your spine tingle, his thick cock pulsing as he stuffs your pussy full with his milky seed. 

Fuck you couldn’t get enough of being filled to the brim with these men and their cum. 

“Guess I really will have to buy you a kimono…might as well give them some money for letting us use their dressing room and all.” Law wasn’t usually the one to joke around but when he did he always had this cute smirk on his face.

 “Awe~it must be Christmas, I got a cream pie and I get a kimono. You’re always so sweet to me, doctor.” You tease back and he huffs as he slowly pulls his cock from you making you whine softly. 

Both of you stand straighter and get yourselves fixed up, a smirk on his face as you give little giggles here and there. Law fixes up your hair that you don’t realize looks absolutely wrecked before opening the door and leading the way. “Grab one in your size.” Law says as he nods his chin towards the women's section. You smile as you practically skip over to a beautiful bright red kimono, roses going along the seam. It was like a gradient effect almost, a little bit of roses at the top before piling at the bottom, sparkly gold leaves instead of green give it an extravagant feel. 

Law glances over at the two females working, their faces instantly blushing deep shades of scarlet at his gaze. “You think you can fix her up with the rest.” Law walked to the counter leaving a stack of cash before heading to the door much to your confusion. “Hey? You're leaving me here alone.” 

Law just huffs out a light laugh, “Yeah I gotta go talk with my crew, maybe I’ll catch you later. Keep the rest of the money in case you want anything else.” You nod with a big smile. “I knew I was growing on you.” 

“Yeah yeah yeah.” 

You were walking on cloud 9, bags in hand, dressed like royalty in the kimono you had picked out. It was stunning, red with gold and your hair pulled back a bit with matching pins. You couldn’t lie, you liked it even more because you bought it with Law’s money, keeping yours stashed in your pocket for another day. Walking down the street you stop as you hear Nami and Robin laughing, the sound catching your attention. 

“Oh hey!” You smile at them and their eyes go wide as they take in your appearance, doing a spin for them with a laugh. “How the hell..?” Nami questions and you just laugh as you look around at the busy street. 

“Ya know what, how about a drink on me? I’ll tell you guys all about it then.” You smile as Robin just nods, “I have to say I’m definitely intrigued.” 

Soon you found yourself all in a bar sipping on some drinks as you explained the crazy night and day you’ve had. Normally you weren’t one to kiss and tell but It was Nami and Robin they were like your sisters so who gave a fuck. It quickly became story time of all of you sharing your craziest sex stories, laughs erupting and being shared between the three of you. 

“I believe you but honestly it’s so hard to believe Luffy in a situation like that. I mean…it’s Luffy.” Nami jokes and you just laugh along, “Trust me I feel the same way. But he’s a real beast in bed.” 

You don’t notice the looming shadow standing over you until Nami and Robin giggle like a couple of school girls. “We’ll leave you two alone and get some more drinks. Have fun.” Robin smiles as her and Nami walk away. You furrow your brows but nearly jump out of your skin when you see a hand slam on the table in front of you. 

Kid leaning down to cage you in, voice rough like gravel as he growls in your ear, “Real beast in bed huh? Why don’t you get your little ass up and I can show you who the real beast is, princess.” It’s not sweet or a compliment, he’s mocking you and how stupidly gorgeous you look in that kimono because how dare you look that beautiful like some kind of royalty. 

You just tilted your head up to see Kid looming over you like a storm cloud, deep scowl on his face as he stares at you like he’s trying to see you on fire with his gaze alone. Being the spicy brat you were though you just couldn’t help yourself from time to time. Giving a small faux pout you taunt the grizzly bear of a man, “Awe did I hurt the big bad captain’s feelings?” 

“That’s it.” Kid growls as he scoops you up like a bag of potatoes, tossing you over his shoulder and heading outside, Nami and Robin laughing at your flustered expression. You have no idea where he’s going to take you but you don’t have to ponder on it too hard as he only walks a couple strides away. Dropping you on your feet in an alleyway, your hands clutching his arms to stabilize yourself. 

“What’s the big idea?” You huff as you smooth out your clothes. “You better not mess up my clothes, I just got them.” 

Kid steps forward with a growl, hands going to each side of the alley wall to cage you in again. “Yeah I know, I saw Law walking out after he threw money on the table.” Your body heats up as you see jealousy flare up in his orange eyes. You open your mouth to sass something back and Eustass grips your face tightly, smushing your lips together almost comically. “Be quiet, I'm not done talking princess.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat as Kid runs his metal arm over your body to grip your hip tightly. “I bet you got a fucking load or two in that tight little cunt of yours. Probably dripping down your thighs as we speak.” You avert your gaze briefly and the man only smirks as he leans down toward you, like a predator antagonizing his prey. “Yeah~ I know you do. Little slut underneath that pretty kimono you’re wearing. Trying to act all innocent but you can’t hide that lil freak you got in there.”

You gasp as Kid crashes his lips onto yours in a deep and hungry kiss, tongue dominating your mouth without even trying. “Fuck- what d’ya say I pump another one into that pretty pussy of yours.” Kid whispers against your lips and you give a small nod in answer, eyes already dazed as you stare up at him. 

“Yeah I know. You love getting that pussy filled up, stuffed until you’re dripping from days.” Kid smirks as he moves his hands to undo his pants, freeing his large cock into the air. Thankfully the sun started to lower so no one could see who you were and what you both were engaging in. “Let me see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock for a second princess.” Kid winked, making your knees weak as you silently obeyed. 

Kid hissed as your hand wrapped around the large base of his veiny cock, he looked unreal in your tiny palm that could barely close all the way. “You’re fucking huge.” You whisper but Kid hears and it makes him bark out a laugh as he pushes his fingers into your hair to grip your head. Licking his lips as he watched you suck on the tip of his heavy cock, grunting as you swipe your tongue over the hole that sprinkled a little bit of precum. 

“Come on princess, don't be shy, open up.” Kid taunts and you roll your eyes before opening your mouth wider, gagging as Kid waits zero seconds to slam his hips forward. 

“Shit there we fucking go princess. Gonna fuck this tight throat a bit before I wreck that pussy you got.” Kid groans as he fucks into your throat roughly hands in your hair as his hips rock forward making you choke on his length that was barely all the way down your throat. Your hands grip his meaty thighs as your face scrunches up, eyes glancing up to look at the smirk he was giving you.

“S-stop- ugh- stop staring at me like that.” Kid groans as his eyes roll back, cock twitching in your warm mouth. Your thighs press together with a growing need, the deep raspy growls he lets out are making your brain hazy and you can’t wait to feel his cock inside of you. “I see you squirming.” 

Your eyes look up at him with a wink and Kid curses as he yanks you off his cock. “Alright playtime’s over, now's the real fun.” You practically get a head rush with how fast he pulls you onto your feet, his tongue licking at your bottom lip to taste himself on you before grinning wickedly. “You’re so dirty…it’s sexy.” Kid spins you around and you can’t help but think of Law and earlier in the dressing room. You didn’t care how many times you fucked them, you’d still never get used to Kid stretching you out. A thrilling chill running up your spine as he throws the kimono up over your ass, fleshy hand groping curvy ass that he was starting to grow fond of. 

“Bend over more.” Trying to follow his instructions doesn't go so well as he huffs and grabs your wrists, pulling them back by the wrists into one hand. Your upper half falling forward further down, arching more for Kid to grab his cock teasing your cunt with the fat head. “Damn you look so slutty. Fuuuuuck~” Kid breathes out as he slowly sinks into your already sopping pussy. 

“AH!” You scream at the stretch of the large man who literally manhandles you onto his cock, only giving you a minute to adjust before he’s moving. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock pushes him into insanity and he starts using your arm as a rope to slam you back onto his cock. “OH! Fuckfuckfuck! Shit! Nngh- s-so big! Fuck y-you’re so big.” Your babbling moans make the man grin as he fucks harder into your dripping wet pussy, slaps of skin bouncing off of the dark alley walls. 

Kid huffs trying to keep his composure as he watches your ass bounce back on his cock like magic. “Yea~  take this dick princess. You know you f-fucking love it- hah. Getting fucked - shit- and stuffed full all damn day like a little slut. Pussy soaking wet all damn day, shit she’s so fucking loud practically yelling at me to take care of her.”

A choked out moan rips from your throat as you feel his cold metal hand brush against your clit, before vibrating almost. “What the fuck!” You moan as your head drops down, legs shaking barely able to stand the pleasure. You hear how loud your cunt is, how your ass slaps against his thighs, the deep grunts that escape from the red head and it only builds. Pleasure bubbling over like a pot of boiling water, “I can’t~” You cry out as you feel your legs shake and body rattles against Kid’s but he only clicks his teeth with an eye roll. 

“Spoiled fucking brat.” He growls as he lets go of your hands so you can claw at the alley wall, his hands free to pull your tits out of your kimono into the air. Groping your breasts tit until you hiss from his brutal treatment, a whine leaving you as he leans down to bite at your neck. “Kid please~ nngh~ I- I can’t.” You whine again and you honestly can’t figure out what you’re asking for, going dickmatized as he overrides the functions of your mind. 

“What’s the matter? Need me to carry you like the pathetic little princess you are? Can’t even handle my cock properly.” Kid huffs but turns you around to lift you in his arms regardless of his teasing words. Your legs wrap around his waist in a second, hands flying to grip onto his shoulders and tousled hair, tugging slightly till he curses deeply for you. 

“I ain’t going easy on you anymore. Got that.” It wasn’t a question he was stating the truth, he was done going soft on you, his pleasure and yours right there in his reach. You mumble out a reply but neither of you could make it out, too cockdrunk to speak correctly. All rounds from the day catching up to you leaving you a puddle in the Captain’s arms. 

“You ended your night with cock, woke up to it, now look at you. Ending another day with some more dick in that little pussy you got. Shit must be made of treasure or something to get all of us fiendin over it.”  

Kid slams his hips forward, cock bullying its way into your dripping cunt punching a loud cry from your sore throat. All this moaning was going to make you lose your voice but it was worth the pleasure you were feeling. “I’m gonna cum- fuck- I’m gonna cum. Shit- make me cum pleasepleaseplease.” Your eyes finally lock onto Kid’s and the slutty look in them as his rhythm shake, throat swallowing a lump in his throat at your needy eyes. 

“Y-yeah. Yeah you wanna cum? Ask me nicely again.” Kid grunts trying to keep up his tough guy act, he was just like Law, but you knew how to make them grumble if you really focused hard enough. 

“Please Captain Kid, I need you to make me cum. Only you can make me cum- please.” 

Kid’s laugh is breathless as he smirks, “Yeah fucking right. Your pussy would cum from anyone’s cock, but I like the enthusiasm, princess.”  Kid fucks you down on his cock harder, fingers digging into your hips making bruises. His eyes watch the way your breasts bounce up and down with each thrust, your face scrunched in ecstasy as your cunt swallows his cock in a vice grip. “AH! OH! HAH! MMMM!” Your screams are loud as your pussy clenches onto his cock impossibly hard before your cunt twitches and gushes on the man that fucks into you harder. Sticky cream oozing out of your cunt till it’s dripping down his heavy balls. 

“Fucking soaked. Shit- nngh- fucking take it. Ugh you feel so fucking good.” Kid rasps as he presses his forehead to yours, fucking his thick cum deep inside of your spent pussy. You didn’t know how much more you could take, your nails scratching at his scalp as his hips still rock into you riding out his orgasm. 

“Fuuuuck-” Kid huffs as his hips finally still, cum dripping down onto the alley ground. “Never knew you’d be such a cumslut the first time I met ya.” Kid jokes finally and you just smile sleepily. 

“Yeah yeah- joke all you want you fucking love it.” You say with a choked out voice, dammit, you think. 

“Hah wait till your precious captain hears how wrecked you sound.” Kid taunts as he sets you down, both of you fixing yourself up. You couldn’t help but lean into Kid as you both made your way back into the bar, your body slowly giving out from exhaustion. Your body perked up though at the unmistakable voice of your captain shouting your name. 

Law and Kid couldn’t help but sigh seeing that big smile go on your face the second your eyes landed on Luffy. Both captains exchanging a glance, a silent conversation passing them as they watched how you rushed to Luffy’s side. 

No matter how hard those two tried there would always be an unspoken rule, you belonged to Luffy, mind, body and soul. He was more than a lover, more than a captain, he was your best friend in all shapes and forms. 

“Hey, I've been wondering where you were. Come have a drink with me so I can tell you this funny story that happened while you were out.” 

“Sure thing Luffy. Can’t wait to hear all about it.” 

You stared at the sun in human form, his words drifting into white noise as you watched him talk. Your eyes briefly glance at Law and Kid for a second and you knew exactly what they knew.

You’d always be his.

[satorusugurugurl]

Here's some funny ideas I've got while at work today; a leisure streamer gojo who'd just simply streamed himself playing games naked except for his sunglasses and briefs. Rumors had it that each time his all-time top donor was replaced, the new one would get to see him ~fully naked~.

The Leisure Streamer is a Hottie!

Summary: Rumor had it the top donor of the-strongest-streamers chats get to see him naked! Now that you're the top donor will you get to see the goods or was it just a rumor. Time will tell.

Pairing: Streamer!Gojo x FAB!Reader

Warnings: language, nudity, masturbation, mutual-masturbation, skype sex??

A/N: I fell in love with this request! ugjskdkekd I love them so much! Thank you bonnie for such a great idea!! 💚💚💚

Part Two Part Three Part Four

On Friday nights, you always ran home from your last college class, avoiding people on bikes and walking by. You often got dirty looks thrown at you or the occasional ‘watch where you're going.’ But nothing would stop your stride. Friday nights were some of your favorite nights of the week. All because the-strongest-streamer live streamed on Fridays.

And the man, god fuck, he was the hottest!

Gojo Satoru, aka the-strongest-streamer, was a leisure streamer. He played games like Animal Crossing, Dream Daddy, and fluffy feel-good games in only his boxers and sunglasses. He was among the most popular streamers, not only for his looks but also for his happy-go-lucky attitude. But because of a particular rumor that started going around.

It was said in the forms online, in his comments, and even on Twitter that every time his all-time top donor was replaced, the new one would get to join a private stream with him and see him fully naked. That was just a rumor. He had denied the allegations and made it clear that the private stream was to have a meet and greet with his top donor.

The meet and greet was why you’ve been saving money for six months. You wanted to meet the man who had brought you so much joy in the last year. You stumbled across his profile when looking through videos online. You were looking for a cute cat compilation to ease the ache in your heart after your boyfriend dumped you. Instead, you found this goofball that had you smiling like an idiot on your phone.

You had been in a dark time when you first found his videos. You wanted to express your gratitude to him. Seeing him naked was not your goal in any way, shape, or form.

The second you got home, you slid over to your laptop and pulled up Gojo’s stream. He was sprawled out in his black and blue gaming chair; blue LED lights illuminated the room. Black sunglasses reflected his computer screen as he adjusted his headset.

“Tom Nook is a scammer.” He announced as hundreds of comments flooded in. “The little shit asks me to do all this for him! After all, I have to spend my hard-earned bells on upgrading the pavers. Kiss my nicely toned ass, you bastard.” You smiled, giggling as you dreamily watched him. “Ya’ know what? Next week, we'll play Sims or something; I’d rather build a house than have Tom Nook steal all my money.”

He adjusted his sunglasses as he slipped on some frappe, the logo conveniently covered so no one knew where he was. Several comments flooded in asking what he was drinking, and most people sent in small donations. All of these were things Satoru tried to answer and thank. He may miss a couple here and there, but he tried hard to get to everyone. God, he was so down to earth.

It was all of those reasons that had you clicking the donate button, sending a total of eight hundred dollars to him. Your cute little icon of a mochi popped up on his screens, flashing while music blared. The whole scene reflected off his dark sunglasses.

“Eh?!” The white tufts of his hair flowed as he moved in, focus glued to the screen. “Whoa! Whoa! Mochi-gurl-89, thank you so much for that donation!” With a chipper chime, you took the spot as his top donor. “And it looks like you're my new top donor! Just before the stream ended! I'll have one of my admins contact you so we can do our private stream. And with this, I adore you all, until next time this is the-strongest-streamer signing off!”

The second he ended his stream, your inbox chimed with a new message. As Satoru said, it was a message from one of his admins. The message was clear; you got a thirty-minute stream, maybe more if Satoru agreed. There could be no recording of your conversation or photos, which was perfectly fine. All you wanted to do was talk. After agreeing to all those terms and signing a nondisclosure form, you were sent a link to your private stream.

You had your camera off, your cute chibi mochi avatar taking up your screen as Satoru’s room was fully displayed. With a deep breath, you shook your hands, trying to ease your nerves as a door opened on Satoru’s screen. A second later, he plopped down in his gaming chair. God, he was so handsome. Fluffy white hair and chiseled abs like he was carved from marble; he was just your type.

“Hello?” he asked, “you there, mochi-gurl-89?”

“O-Oh! Uhm, yes, hi!” He stared at the screen, frowning just a bit as he saw your avatar instead of your face.

“Here, I thought I’d be talking to a fan. Instead, it's a cute mochi ball.”

You nervously giggle before clicking a few times and turning your camera on. You felt so plain compared to him. He was incredibly sexy, and you were just an average college girl. In your opinion, there wasn’t much to see.

“Oh.” Satoru breathed out, drawing your attention back to the screen. You swear to God, you choked on your breath. Because he had taken his sunglasses off, revealing cerulean eyes behind white lashes. “Wow, you're fuckin’ hot.”

“Oh! Uhm—”

“Fuck! Sorry, did I say that out loud?” he sulked back in his chair. “I'm so sorry. I'm not one of those creeps who stalk their followers. I, I was expecting—”

“A giant ball of mochi?” The sweetness of your voice seems to have him relaxing as he realizes you didn't mind his compliment.

“Exactly.”

You cup some of your hair behind your ear, biting your lip. “Sorry to disappoint, but thank you for the compliment.”

“And thank you for the generous donation! That means a lot to me.”

“Thank you for being such a beacon of light in my life.” Did popular streamers think comments like that were cringe? “I hope that doesn’t come off creepy or weird.”

“I've had fans send me their underwear. Being a beacon of light to you is the least weirdest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You can't help the wide, warm smile that spreads across your face. “You have no clue how happy that makes me. I went through a nasty break and the night that it happened. I found one of your—” his fingers played with the hem of his boxers. “Your stream—and you—” fingers gently lift the hem, and you focus on his face. “Uhm Gojo?” The man on your screen hums.

“Yes, mochi-gurl?”

“I—I heard about you getting naked for the private streams.” Using your hands, you shield your vision. “B-But you don't have to do that! I just wanted to talk.”

“Eh?!” peeking through your fingers, you watch the white-haired man turn red. “Naked! No! No shit fuck, I'm sorry! I'm not a perv, I swear to god.” He shields his face in his hands, grumbling some incoherent words that you can't make out.

Gojo didn't seem like the type to be a pervert, and from his reaction, it wasn't like you’d caught him fully undressing in front of you. If anything, he seemed more embarrassed than you. After gathering your thoughts, you leaned a bit closer to your screen.

“Gojo?”

His white hair flies as his head jerks up. “I-I know about the rumors! How I get nude for my private streams for my top donors, but that is nothing more than a rumor, I swear!” Your eyes widen as he stares directly at you, into your soul. “I promise you I wasn't about to do anything remotely weird.” His face is almost entirely red, and his bottom lip is between his teeth as he scans your features.

“Okay,” you tentatively begin, “then what were you doing?”

“That's the thing; it's going to sound ten times worse when I tell you what I was doing.” you motion with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, just promise you won't put me on blast or try to cancel me?” When you nod, the leisure streamer grumbles before tilting his head back. “I-I’m sorry, but you're really hot. Like super mega hot.” Thank god your room is so dark, or he could see how flushed you were. “So hot, my stupid dick decided to spot a hard-on.” He rolls his chair back just an inch, revealing the extremely hard bulge in his boxers. “I was trying to discreetly lift the waistband so you wouldn't see how hard I was.”

A string of ‘I’m sorry’ echoes on the other end of the screen. Gojo’s blue eyes focused on you, waiting to see how you reacted to the news. His shy demeanor and the bulge in his boxers have you shifting in your seat. Heat pools between your thighs. God, were you getting wet? Rubbing your thighs together, you confirmed that you were as you felt your arousal. You bite down on your inner cheek to prevent a moan from sounding.

“Hey, mochi-gurl? You're too quiet, and you look super pissed. I'm sorry.” Gojo’s voice seems to enhance your growing arousal. He sits back, cocking a brow as you peer at him with dark needy eyes through your lashes. “H-Hey you go-goo—oh fuck.” He watches as you stick your hand between your legs.

“You think I’m hot?” Your voice is so smooth, with desire.

“Y-Yeah, super hot.” Gojo follows suit, his hand reaching back down, fingertips slipping under the band of his boxers. “The hottest fuckin’ girl I've ever seen.”

Pressing your fingers against your shorts, you rub your clit in slow circles. “Gojo, you’re girlfriend won't find us doing this?” The man on the screen before you scoff, his hand sliding fully into his boxers.

“Girlfr-ahh—” his hand moved up and down, “fuuuck—what girlfriend? I-I go to the gym, hang out with my friends, and live stream.” Watching him stroke himself has you feeling feral. “Plus streaming half naked, well, let's just say girls don't like that.”

You rubbed your clit faster, “As a girl, I like it.” White brows knitted on your screen. “I like it a lot; it's so hot.” Gojo watched, head resting back against his chair as you slid your hand up your shirt, cupping your breasts, massaging yourself.

“Y-Yeah? Does your boyfriend like it?”

“I don't have one~”

Gojo growled, biting down on his lip. “Really?” He leaned back, spreading his legs apart. “Lucky me.” Pursing your lips together, you tilted your head back. “Fuck, you're so fucking hot, sweetheart.” something overcame you. A boldness you hadn’t experienced before. Taking the bottom of your T-shirt, you put it between your teeth and lifted it, revealing your bare chest to your favorite streamer. “Oooh fuck, you have the prettiest tits.” Gojo watched as your fingers moved elegantly over your skin, kneading your breast until your nipples were hard. “How rude of me, you’re showing me yours might as well show you mine.”

A choke sounds in your throat as you nearly release your T-shirt from between your teeth. Gojo had pulled his boxers down just enough to hook them underneath his balls, freeing his gorgeous cock. His cock throbbed and twitched underneath his hand as he gently began stroking it up and down. Watching him stroking himself, twisting his wrist, squeezing it just around the tip, causing his head to tilt back, and seeing that made you do something you had never done.

Gojo could hear you shuffling in the background before your screen suddenly turned, and he faced a couch. You plopped down, your shorts discarded. With his jaw dropped open, Gojo watched as you spread your legs as wide as you could in front of the camera and rubbed your fingers over your wet pussy. You had never done something like this before. Sexting, yes, but full-on masturbating in front of a stranger, this was something you never thought you would do.

“Holy, you're so wet.” his hand sped up around his cock. “God, look at you. You’re so fucking pretty.” his thumb brushed over the slit rubbing pre-cum over the tip. “God, I wanna taste you. I bet you smell fucking delicious.”

“I want to suck you off, fuck, Gojo~ fuuuck.” coding your fingers in your slick, you rub quick, fast circles around your clit, causing your legs to tremble. “Gojo~ Gojo~”

“N-No, call me Satoru, please.”

“Satoru~”

Goj—Satoru tilts his head forward, his burning gaze on you, watching you slide a finger inside your tight heat. You don't think you've ever been so aroused. Having a stranger watching you finger yourself as he jerks off had your walls clenching around your fingers. Satoru must have thought the same thing because his tip dribbles more pre-cum, his cock throbbing hard as he matches his pace with yours.

“Oh god, I'm so wet.” Slick coats your fingers as you rub your clit with your thumb. “I can't remember the last time I was this wet.”

“I can tell, god, you're soaked.” Glancing at the screen, you can see Satoru gritting his teeth. “Oh fuck, I-I’m so hard it hurts, I-I’ve never done this before. God feels so good; all my brain is thinking is, ‘dick hard, feel good.’”

The conversation dies down, replaced with whines, moans, and grunts of pleasure. Your eyes never miss each other. You both constantly look each other over, whispering each other’s names like prayers. You try to imagine how his thick, long fingers would feel inside of you instead of your own. You know that he could reach the sweet spots inside you that you loved. At the same time, Satoru imagines replacing his hand with your own while his fingers take the place of yours.

Both of you are so worked up that you find yourself dangling over the edge of an orgasm before you know it. Your legs are trembling, toes curling, while Satoru’s hand moves faster his other hand, reaching down, cupping his balls, massaging them. Both of you are lost in each other’s pleasure without even touching the other. There’s chemistry between you. Both you and Satoru can feel it through the screen.

“Oh fuck, of fuck, fuuuuck fuck!” Satoru leans closer to his screen to watch you. “Oh god, I can feel it coming; it’s gonna be a big one. Baby~ fuuuck, please tell me you’re close.”

“S-So close.” a sharp inhale of breath sounds, “Oooh fuckin’ shit, Satoru, I’m gonna cum~.”

“Oi.” your eye hazily find him, “look at me when you cum.”

That, god, that was the hottest thing anyone has ever told you. “Cummin! Oh fuck, Satoru~! Satorruu!” the screen that leaves your body almost doesn’t sound human as you squirt all over your couch. Even though your orgasm is the hardest one you’ve ever experienced, not once do your eyes leave his.

“Good girl~ good fuckin girl.” his praises leave your cunt twitching. “Oh fuck, gonna fill you up all the way. Tell me you want it. Please.”

“Yes~ Satoru, inside~ inside~!”

The veins and his neck protrude as he slams his free fist against his desk, causing his setup to shake. Ropes and ropes of white cum spurt out of his cock. The sticky substance coats his abdomen, on the top of his thighs and hand.

“Fuck~ fuck~fuuuck!” His hand continues, moving up and down his shaft, milking his cock for all that it’s worth. “Fuuuck!” he hisses out through clenched teeth.

Several seconds pass, both of you breathing heavily, recovering from your orgasms. Swallowing hard at your dry throat, you slowly pull your fingers out of you with a wince. Satoru was the next move, grabbing some tissues off his desk and cleaning himself up. You can’t help but laugh softly in the silence of cleaning yourselves.

Hearing the angelic sound leaving your mouth, Satoru focuses his blue eyes on you. “What’s got you giggly over there?” much to his disappointment, you slide your shorts back on before sitting back on the couch.

“That was one hell of a meet and greet.”

Satoru’s lets out a rough laugh.”Yeah, it sure as hell was. I think I owe you a proper meet and greet.” The streamer let out a content sigh. “Are you free tomorrow night? I’d be happy to answer any questions you may have.” he leans back, fixing his boxers.

“Think you can keep your boner down long enough for that?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I can’t make any promises that it’ll behave.”

“Huh, what if I don’t want it to behave?”

Flushed cheeks darken in color as Satoru’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “Goddamn, you're so hot. Who knew some chick with a mochi avatar was going to have me stroking my cock tonight.” God, he was so cute, both physically and in personality. “Which is super cute, by the way. Did you do it yourself, or did you have an artist commission it? Because I am in dire need of some new avatar artwork for my videos.”

“I drew it myself. I’m a freelance graphic design artist.”

“You takin’ commissions right now, Miss oh-so-hot-and-talented?”

“If I get this job I want tomorrow, I might have to take a brief break. But I would make an exception for you.”

Satoru opens his mouth to say something, but there’s a knock on the door behind him. “Shit, sorry, I gotta go; I promised my roommate I would help him hook up a computer upstairs.” With one final glance in your direction, Satoru, for once, was elated over a rumor that had spread about him over the Internet. “Tomorrow same time, mochi-gurl?”

“Sounds great, Satoru.”

After bidding farewell to the exceptionally hot man, you pass out on the couch. From the excitement of getting to meet your favorite streamer to the intensity of your orgasm. The combination of those contributing factors knocked you on your ass. While your neck was stiff, falling asleep like that on the couch allowed you to get some of the best sleep in months.

You woke up refreshed and ready for your interview that morning. Satoru had put a peep in your step as you walked into the coffee shop you had an interview with. The owner wanted to develop a new logo design for the shop. One that was both warm, welcoming, and had an adorable mascot.

“Wow,” The man across from you flips through your portfolio, “you're talented. You’re just a freelance artist?”

“Mhmm, I don’t like big corporations. I would rather help out small businesses and help support our local community.”

The man interviewing you brushes dark bangs out of his face, his tongue running over his lip piercing. “We love supporters of small businesses. People like you that keep our place going.” He brushes long, dark strands of hair before his dark eyes leave the page before him, meeting your nervous gaze. “Which is why I think you would be a great fit. Your art is exactly what I’m looking for when I think of our logo.”

“Really? That’s so good to hear. I promise you I won’t disappoint you. I’ll be sure to make your dreams come true.”

Your interviewer shuts your portfolio, handing it back to you. He held out his hand, his nails painted black, and his rings on almost every finger. When you first walked into this cute café, you were intimidated by the stranger. He was covered in tattoos and piercings, and his gauges were huge, but he couldn't have been any nicer. So, without hesitation, you stood up, shaking his hand.

“I'm looking forward to doing business with you, Geto.”

“Same goes for me; I’ll give you a tour and introduce you to everyone.”

Rainbow Dragon Cafe recently went viral for its excellent coffee, pastries, and aesthetic. Not only was it a café, but it was also a gaming café. There is a bar where people can enjoy their coffee and booths where they can sit down and work on projects if needed. On one wall, there’s a large flat-screen TV playing compilations of different streamers talking to the camera as they play games. A large sectional couch was set up in front of it so people could sit down and watch if they wanted to.

The other wall was set up so that people could take photos with the company's logo behind them. That was if they had a logo, which is where you came in. For the next few months, your job was to help the owner, Geto Suguru, design and revamp his menu and website. Once you succeed in your mission, a cute neon sign with the logo will be placed on the wall, covered in fake vines and flowers. It is the perfect spot to take photos and hashtag the cafe in their posts.

“This is Shoko; she manages the front and helps run orders to tables.” A woman with dark brown hair waved at you casually as she passed a cigarette in her mouth and headed for the front.

“Taking a smoke break, I’ll be right back.”

Geto led you into the back, where an espresso machine hissed. “Back here is Ryomen Sukuna; he is my best barista.” The muscular, pink-haired man in front of you, covered in tattoos, slammed a rag down on the counter.

“I'm not some fucking barista; I’m the king of coffee.”

“Right, king of coffee, sorry.” Geto introduced you to several other workers. Most of them were just high schoolers working there as a part-time. Itadori, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki waved at you before returning to doing their inventory. “And you’ll meet my girls eventually. They said something about getting more couches or pillows for the front. They’re the head of our social media team.”

You lean over the counter with Geto, overlooking the shop that you were hired to help. “I love the setup you guys have. It’s got my creative juices flowing.” Glancing at the TV, you watch a compilation of different streamers reacting to jump scares. “But I’m curious. Why make it a gaming cafe?” Geto follows your gaze, humming at your question.

“That’s all because of my best friend. I didn’t want just to run a cafe and bookstore; I wanted to do something different. He pitched the idea. A place for people to sip coffee, read a book, or play video games.”

“Sounds like he’s a good friend.”

“He is.” Geto jerks his thumb in the direction of a door. “He rents out the basement while I live in the loft upstairs. He's an investor; you might get to meet him if he ever drags his stupid ass out of the basement.”

“Oh, that wou—”

Before you finish your sentence, the door Geto is still pointing at is slammed open. “Suguru! Hey, do you think I could borrow that blue shirt of y-you—” God, if you hadn’t been holding onto the counter, you might’ve passed out? Blue eyes that had been locked and focused on the night before met your gaze. You almost didn’t recognize him because he was wearing clothes. “H-Holy shit, mochi-gurl?!”

Your favorite leisure streamer, the man you had masturbated with the night before, was standing right in front of you—more like towering over at a total of six three feet. Words seem to evade you as you stutter. “G-Gojo?” Why was the room spinning all of a sudden?

“Hey, I thought we went over this last night. You can call me Satoru!” his smile fades as soon as it appears on his face. “Sweetheart? Oh shi—” He’s rushing forward just as your world fades to black due to shock.

This was a dream right, it had to be a dream!

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[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike “is the heart” when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, he’s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isn’t the case. It’s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why he’s so open to including Max “as the new kid” because that was him once. Dustin’s iconic “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steve’s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks he’s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring “I’ve bled with him!” When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustin’s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, he’s dedicated, he’s unabashedly caring, and he’s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isn’t the heart; he’s the Central Nervous System, he’s the nucleus, he’s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. He’s constantly inspiring and providing direction. He’s a goofball, he’s wise beyond his years, he’s a lover and he’s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, he’s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, he’s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. He’s my heart of the show damn it!

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The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris): Epilogue

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy".

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons. also, this chapter contains some (implicit) references to sex.

genre: social media au (with written parts), angst, exes to lovers, happy ending

[A/N: hehe it's never really over, this is for my bff who just got engaged over the weekend <3]

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

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June, 2027

[Excerpt from Y/N L/N's Buzzfeed Playing with Puppies Interview]

Y/N is sitting down on the floor, enthusiastically chatting to someone off camera. “Listen Roz I’m so serious, you’re going to have to physically incapacitate me when I want to take them all home. It will happen, and you will need to stop me.”

Someone from the crew giggles, as they instruct Y/N to readjust her lavalier microphone.

“Alright, so it’s super easy – you just sit there, and we bring the pups to you!”

“Oh my god. This is my dream. I always say to my friends that I’d just really love to be in a puppy pile, and it’s finally happening. The pinnacle of my career. This is why I became a singer,” she chatters, then gasps as the first puppies are brought out.

“Oh hiiii,” she almost whimpers at the sight of them, some a little more active, others a little sleepy. One immediately snuggles into her lap, and Y/N looks off-camera to someone meaningfully. “I am taking him home.” Someone can be heard laughing and saying “no, you can’t” in response, to which Y/N sighs in defeat.

“So, can you tell us who you are, and what you do”

“My name’s Y/N L/N, and I’m a singer-songwriter. But today I’m a professional puppy cuddle buddy.”

“Here’s your first question – you mentioned recording a song in Taylor Swift’s studio for the Prophecy. What does it look like?”

“Oh my – oh they smell so good I swear, I’m so sorry I didn’t hear a word you said.” The interviewer repeats the question, as Y/N tries really hard to maintain eye contact with them instead of the puppies roaming around her.

“It’s a really beautiful space, a sanctuary, really. And it’s just amazing to think that so many iconic songs and albums have been partially written and recorded there as well. Taylor is a wonderful friend to have in this industry, and – oh just look at this little guy. He’s so cute!!!”

“Second question: You’re in the middle of a world tour right now. What was your own first tour that you remember going to?”

“Oh look at this one, he’s just playing around, such a little goofball. Sorry, sorry – the question. My first concert? You know it was probably some type of children’s act? My parents aren’t super into music, so the first time I went to see someone and paid for the ticket myself, it was probably Taylor actually.”

“Third question: You said you’re into reading. What’s your latest recommendation?”

“I try to read, yeah! It’s so easy to get sucked into my phone, but I always bring books and an e-reader. Oof, careful little guy, those tiny teeth are sharp,” she disentangles her finger from a puppy’s mouth, then hugs him close to her chest and kisses his head. “I love you, don’t worry. So, yeah, what was I saying? I think with reading I’m always in two minds about it. I enjoy literary fiction, but I also love fantasy. So I recently started There Are Rivers in the Sky from Elif Shafak, and then I’ve been re-reading the Fourth Wing series by Rebecca Yarros. Love that dragon. Maybe we should name you Tairn, or Xaden,” Y/N points at a puppy with dark fur and brown eyes.

“Do they all have names already? All of them are up for adoption, right? But surely these personalities – ah okay. His name’s Lewis?” She smiles cheekily, but doesn't comment further.

One of the dogs lets out a pitiful little whine, and Y/N immediately looks down. “What’s up little pup? Are you unhappy? Can we get them some water, some snacks?”

Someone steps in with a bowl of water, then asks the next question. “What’s something you do to relax on your days off?”

“Hmm aside from reading? Honestly, I love to just hang out with my family. Go do minigolf, something fun together.”

“Not actual golf?”

Y/N snorts, her fingers absentmindedly petting the puppies that have since fallen asleep in her lap. “My partner has tried to get me into it, and I love how much he enjoys it, but it’s not for me. So I’ll happily drive the golf cart and cheer him on instead.”

“Are you not competitive?”

You scrunch your nose at the word. “I think I am, but I’m more scared of others thinking I’m not good enough – so then I abandon serious pursuit of victory. If it’s just a laugh, then it’s fine if you’re not great at something. It’s something I’m working on!”

She kisses one of the pups that’s woken up from its nap on his tiny nose. “I love you, you, you’re such a tiny little angel aren’t you?”

“Alright, next question: If you were in an emergency situation, who would you call to bail you out?”

“Probably Lando. He’d be fast, you know?” Y/N smiles at the camera. “By the way, he’s going to be SO jealous of me for getting to hang out with pups all day.”

“If you weren’t a singer-songwriter, what do you think you’d be doing?”

“Hmm, I’d probably have gone to university – maybe literature, or maybe political science. Then I’d go work for an NGO? I’d love to know I was making a difference in people’s lives I think.”

“Last question – what are you most looking forward to?”

“Aside from the new, upgraded tour? I can’t believe I’ll be playing stadiums. That feels very surreal. Apart from that, we’re getting some renovations done on the house right now and I’m super excited to see my library fantasy come to life. I want to have a ladder on wheels.”

You quietly stroke the fur of a red and white puppy that’s been curled up in your lap since the beginning. “I’m going to cry having to give these back. But I’m going to, I will. It’d be irresponsible to adopt a dog right now, maybe next year we’ll get on that. Please, if you are able and willing, adopt these sweet little puppies – and I will personally come by and hangout with your pup and you.”

The screen fades to black, and then there’s a shaky camera that follows Y/N as she laughs while talking on the phone. “I know! I said you would,” she’s overheard saying. “There’s one in particular, I just – ” she trails off, listening to whatever’s being said on the other end of the line. “Do you really think so?” Her smile widens. “I love you so much, you have no idea,” she nods excitedly at her assistant and starts walking towards the animal shelter representative. “Yeah I’ll keep you posted, say hi from me to your brother and Sav please. Ok, see you. Bye.”  

August 14th, 2027

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[diekleinesuesse]

Being best friends with Bang Chan:

Being best friends with Bang Chan would be an experience like no other. He’s known for being one of the most caring, hardworking, and reliable people in the industry, and as his best friend, you’d get to see all the different sides of him the serious producer, the fun-loving goofball, and the deeply thoughtful and protective friend.

Late-Night Studio Hangouts

Bang Chan basically lives in the studio, so if you’re his best friend, expect to spend a lot of time there with him. He’d invite you over at odd hours, just to keep him company while he works on music. You’d sit on the couch, wrapped in a hoodie he lent you (probably one of his signature oversized ones), watching him get completely lost in his production. He’d play you snippets of unfinished songs, asking, “What do you think?” and actually valuing your opinion.

Sometimes, when he’s been working too hard and starts getting frustrated, you’d be the one to force him to take a break. “Chan, step away from the computer before I physically remove you,” you’d threaten, and he’d laugh but eventually listen. You’d end up walking around JYP’s practice rooms or grabbing late-night snacks from a convenience store, just talking about everything and nothing.

Endless Encouragement and Support

Bang Chan is known for how much he takes care of the people around him, and as his best friend, you’d get the full force of that. If you were struggling with something—whether it was work, school, or just life he’d be the first to notice. He’d check in on you constantly, sending texts like:

Chan: “Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re eating properly today.”

Chan: “You can do this. I believe in you.”

Chan: “If you need anything, I’m here, okay?”

He’d hype you up all the time, even over the smallest things. Got a new outfit? He’d be like, “LOOK AT YOU!! Fashion icon, let’s gooo!!” Did something even remotely impressive? “I knew you were talented, but wow. WOW.” And if you ever doubted yourself, he’d be there to remind you of your worth.

But it wouldn’t just be one-sided. He’s always giving to others, sometimes to the point of exhaustion, so you’d make sure to remind him to take care of himself too. “Chan, you need sleep, not just caffeine,” you’d say, physically dragging him away from his computer.

Deep Conversations at 3 AM

Bang Chan is the kind of person who can go from joking around to having deep, heartfelt conversations in an instant. As his best friend, you’d have so many of these moments sitting on the dorm’s rooftop, or in his studio, or even just walking around the city late at night.

You’d talk about dreams, fears, childhood memories, and everything in between. He’d open up to you about the pressures of being a leader, how much he worries about Stray Kids, and how sometimes he forgets to take care of himself because he’s so focused on everyone else.

And you’d be there to reassure him. “You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know,” you’d tell him, and he’d smile, grateful to have someone who truly understands.

Goofy Energy & Inside Jokes

Despite his responsible leader image, Bang Chan is actually a huge goofball, and as his best friend, you’d see that side of him all the time. He’d constantly tease you, throwing out random nicknames, making funny faces, and imitating your voice in the most exaggerated way possible.

You’d develop the weirdest inside jokes that no one else would understand. Just one look from him across the room, and you’d both burst into laughter while everyone else is confused.

And the TikToks? Oh, he’d 100% drag you into making dumb videos with him. One second, he’d be filming a dance challenge, and the next, he’d be dramatically lip-syncing to an emotional song while you record him, struggling not to laugh.

Protective Older Brother Energy

Even if you’re older than him, Bang Chan would absolutely take on the role of a protective older brother. If you ever went out together, he’d always walk on the side closest to the road, making sure you were safe. If someone made you uncomfortable, he’d be right there, standing between you and them, making it clear that he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

And if you ever cried? Oh, he’d be devastated. He’d pull you into a tight hug (you know how he always goes “Big Hug” ? It’s exactly that), rubbing your back and whispering, “Hey, it’s okay. I got you.” He’d stay with you for as long as you needed, playing soft music and making dumb jokes just to get you to smile again.

Being Part of the Stray Kids Family

As Bang Chan’s best friend, you’d automatically become close with the rest of Stray Kids. They’d welcome you in like family, and you’d find yourself being included in everything from their chaotic group chats to their movie nights.

Felix would bake brownies for you. Han would try to steal you as his best friend (which would start fake dramatic arguments with Chan). Lee Know would pretend to be indifferent but secretly look out for you. Hyunjin would use you as a model for his art. Seungmin and I.N would roast you constantly, and Changbin would hype you up as much as Chan does.

The members would tease Chan whenever you were around. “Ohhh, it’s Chan’s best friend!” “Are you sure you’re not secretly dating?” “Do you like Chan more than us?” And Chan would just shake his head, exasperated.

Traveling & Adventures Together

Since Stray Kids tour all over the world, Bang Chan would always be inviting you along. If you ever traveled with them, he’d make sure you were taken care of constantly checking if you had enough water, reminding you to rest, and making sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

If you ever went on vacation together, it’d be pure chaos. He’d be the type to plan everything in detail but still end up getting lost. “I swear, the map said it was this way,” he’d say, while you just laugh and lead the way instead.

Unbreakable Friendship

At the end of the day, being best friends with Bang Chan would mean having someone who is always there for you someone who supports you, believes in you, and cares about you more than words can express. He’d be the friend who listens when you need to talk, makes you laugh when you’re feeling down, and reminds you every day that you’re not alone.

And no matter how busy life gets, no matter how far apart you are, he’d always find a way to check in. Even if it’s just a simple “Miss ya, bestie” text or a late-night call, you’d know that your friendship with Bang Chan is forever.

[riddikulusravenclawbelle]

heartbeat

plot - Belle makes it home after a devastatingly good party—only to get a late-night visitor she wasn’t expecting.

tropes - enemies to lovers, angst, and kook x pogue

wc - 4.5k

warnings - blood, car accident, & curse words.

final notes - if you've read all the parts of the 'ruin me gently' and made it this far-you're going to LOVE the ending icon. im not even gonna lie i listened to sports car by tate mcrae and it possessed me to write this chapter. enjoy love! <3

Belle just stood there.

Rafe had left her — vulnerable and alone — like none of it mattered.

After everything that had just happened. The echo of his footsteps long gone beneath the pulse of party music. The cold creeped in slowly, wind brushed her damp cheeks, making her close her eyes and take a breath.

He didn’t even look back.

Not once.

A door opened behind her, then shut. Soft footsteps padded through the grass, crunching twigs and crushed beer cans.

“Belle?” Sarah’s voice, gentle but cautious. “You okay?”

Belle didn’t answer.

Sarah stepped into view, arms crossed over herself like she wasn’t sure what kind of storm she was walking into. “C’mon,” she said finally, in a lighter tone. “Let’s get out of here.” She held her hand out to guide Belle through the party.

The car ride was quiet. Sarah didn’t push, didn’t ask, just let the music play low on the speakers. Belle stared out the window, eyes glazed, nails digging crescents into her bare skin.

He hadn’t looked back.

I always end up holding the weight of him, she thought, while he walked away like none of it meant anything.

By the time Sarah pulled into the Maybank’s driveway, Belle was already a mess—a barely contained one.

“You’re sure you're okay? You can always talk to me, Belle. You know this.” Sarah said, looking at Belle with emphatic eyes.

“I know. Thanks, it was fun, for the most part.” Belle hugged Sarah and got out.

As soon as Sarah’s car was out of sight, something broke inside her like a dam.

She let out a guttural, frustrated sound—part sob, part scream—and grabbed the first thing she saw: an empty flower pot by the porch. It shattered against the wall in an explosion of clay.

The porch light flipped on with a sharp click.

JJ burst through the door, shirt wrinkled, hair sticking up. His voice cut through the night.

“Belle?! What the hell—”

Then he saw her.

She grabbed a lawn chair, and threw it as far as she could.

“Belle!” JJ exclaimed.

Then she stopped—just for a moment—like she’d run out of steam.

Her makeup melted down her face, mascara streaking. Her hair was a mess, and she was practically dry heaving.

Without hesitation, JJ crossed the yard in three big steps and wrapped her up in a hug so tight she nearly collapsed into him.

He didn’t ask questions.

Didn’t scold her.

Just held her.

“I got you, B,” he murmured, voice rough in her hair. “I got you, alright?”

Her fists clung to his hoodie like a lifeline, covered in splashes of mud, and for once, she let herself fall apart. She just wanted to stay there, sobbing in her big brother’s arms forever.

It was the first time she let out an emotion in a while.

Ruthie and Olivia belittling her, the Kooks at the beach, the guy coming onto her and Rafe.

Rafe fucking Cameron.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

JJ just kept repeating “I've got you, you’re okay.” and “It’s me, JJ. You’re safe, B.”

They sank to the porch together, JJ sitting back against the railing with her crumpled in his lap like she was six years old again after scraping her knees.

But this time, the cuts were invisible—and healing them would take a hell of a lot longer.

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Belle laid in bed, hair still damp from the shower, her body wrapped in the comfort of one of JJ’s old shirts. Her limbs felt heavy, sore. The room was dim, lit only by the warm glow of her salt lamp. The low hum of the ceiling fan filled the silence.

A soft knock, then the door cracked open.

“Hey, you okay?” JJ asked gently.

People thought he was just a goofball, but when it mattered, he was the best big brother she could ask for.

“Yeah,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I’m okay.”

He poked his head in just enough for her to see the worry in his eyes, even behind the soft grin. “You scared the hell outta me, B.”

“I know,” she said, managing a small smile. “I’m so sorry, Jayj.”

“Don’t be.” He paused, tapping his fingers once on the doorframe. “I’m here. Whatever it is, whenever it is.”

“Thanks. I just think…” She trailed off, all the feelings from the past few weeks rushing back.

JJ sensed it. “You don’t have to tell me now. Just get some sleep, yeah?”

She nodded.

“Good, ‘cause you look like shit,” he teased.

She cracked a smile. “Love you too.”

The room was quiet again.

She laid her head down just as her phone lit up.

Unknown number: Are you okay?

Belle: Who’s this?

Rafe: it’s rafe. got tired of dming on insta. just wanted to check if you're good.

She stared at the screen, breath catching.

A thousand replies surged to the surface—some angry, some aching, some desperate for more.

Belle: Why didn’t you say something?

Deleted it.

Belle: You left me.

Deleted that, too.

She didn’t type again.

Rafe moved through the Maybanks’ yard, guided only by the glow of his phone flashlight.

He’d been a few houses down, watching for thirty minutes. Waiting for a reply for ten.

The broken flower pot caught his eye immediately—shattered pieces scattered like a warning. Then, the bent lawn chair.

Something had happened.

He couldn’t tell which window was hers, so he knocked on the one closest to the back of the house and hoped.

Belle heard it—a soft thud against the glass. It wasn’t a cop. Wasn’t JJ.

It was careful.

Her breath hitched.

Rafe.

Standing by her window, hands shoved in his hoodie like he didn’t know what to do with them. He looked up, locking eyes with her like he’d felt her watching.

He mouthed, Are you okay?

She was so tired she almost didn’t answer. Just stared.

He was always so terribly handsome.

Rafe exhaled like it hurt and began to turn away, ready to respect her silence even if it gutted him.

Belle opened the window.

Just a crack.

He looked up again.

“…Why are you here?” she whispered, brushing her hair from her face as the wind whipped it around.

Rafe stepped closer, voice low. “Because you didn’t answer.”

Belle bit the inside of her cheek. “Maybe I didn’t want to.”

“I figured.” His jaw tensed. “But I had to make sure.”

Silence stretched, broken only by crickets and frogs near the lake.

“I saw the pot,” he added softly. “I know what it looks like when you’ve hit your limit. We’re the same that way.”

She swallowed hard.

“No kidding,” she whispered.

She should’ve shut the window. Told him to leave. Told him he made her feel like nothing.

Instead, she sighed and opened it wider. “Come in.”

He didn’t hesitate. His shoes barely made a sound on the wood floor.

Belle rubbed her arms. “You always show up like this? Middle of the night?”

“Only when I can’t sleep,” he said, voice rough. “Only when I’m worried.”

That cracked something in her.

“You okay?” he asked, finally meeting her eyes. No smugness, no front. Just genuine concern.

“I’m fine,” she said too fast.

“You’re lying.”

She looked away. “I just… didn’t expect it. That guy. The way he—” She clenched her jaw. “I hate that I froze. I always think I’ll say the right thing, push back, but—”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault he was a dick.”

She looked up. “Why’d you do it?”

“I already told you. Didn’t like the way he touched you.” He shrugged, like it meant nothing.

But his eyes dropped to the floor. “I don’t like the idea of anyone hurting you. Even if you hate me. Even if I’m the last person you’d run to.”

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

His voice softened, hesitant. “I don’t know how not to care about you, Belle Maybank.”

Her hand reached out on instinct, brushing the sleeve of his hoodie.

“You didn’t have to come here.”

“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to.”

The silence between them felt different now—warm. Charged.

Her eyes met his. “You gonna get me in trouble for sneaking you in?”

Rafe smirked. “You ask a lot of questions.” Then added with a low chuckle, “Pretty sure that ship sailed.”

The moment softened—but neither moved.

No kiss.

No hug.

Just quiet. And everything unsaid screaming in the air.

Rafe stood inches away. Close enough to feel everything—breath, heat, tension. His gaze flicked to her lips.

She didn’t pull away.

Her hand still rested on his sleeve. His reached up, slow and unsure, brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear.

“Belle…” he whispered, her name a tether.

Her breath caught. “Yes?”

She felt his breath on her mouth. If he leaned in, just an inch—

Knock knock knock.

They froze.

Belle’s eyes widened.

“Hey, B?” JJ’s voice, muffled but close. “You still awake? I brought you some tea—don’t ask, I’m trying to be wholesome or whatever.”

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

Rafe looked at the window, then at her.

“Go,” she said.

He didn’t argue. Moved fast and quiet, crouching low beneath the window.

Belle yanked the covers up, tossed on an oversized sweatshirt, just as JJ cracked the door.

He blinked. “You look like you just committed a crime.”

“I was literally sleeping,” she rasped, voice scratchy.

He handed her a chipped mug. “Just trying to be nice. I know tonight sucked.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, shoulders dropping.

JJ lingered, glanced toward the open window.

“Window?”

“I needed air.” The lie was easy.

“Right. Just don’t forget to close it. We don’t live in a Disney movie.”

She followed him to the door, shut it once he walked off.

“Drink the damn tea,” he called out.

Belle counted to ten before going to the window.

Rafe crouched beneath it, waiting. Like this wasn’t his first time sneaking around.

“Nice save.”

Belle rolled her eyes but smiled. “I hate you.”

He smirked, warm and dark. “We both know that’s not true.”

She leaned her arms on the sill, watching him fade into the night.

And even though they hadn’t kissed, her heart raced like they had.

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The air is electric—engines revving, headlights slicing through the crowd as dusk settles over the Outer Banks. It's a secret event, only spread by word of mouth, where Kooks and Pogues come to prove something. Pride. Power. Recklessness.

Belle arrived with the pogues, in her jeans and a tank top, with a bandana. She’s eager to see how tonight goes.

John B was racing with an extremely old Ford Mustang he inherited from Big John.

“Dude that thing is so old it sat next to Jesus in third grade.” JJ joked. “Look it’s beat up dude.” JJ pointed at a dent on the hood.

“It’s got character!” John B defended.

JJ was confident he’d win, with his Nissan 350Z that he claimed ‘works fine after pope modded it.’ It did not sound fine though.

“Your exhaust sounds like a dying cat!” Kelce yelled.

“At least my tires don’t look like I stole them off a shopping cart!” JJ quipped back.

Just then, Belle spots Rafe from across the meet. He’s leaning on the hood of his chosen car, a black BMW M4 competition. It was tinted out, sleek looking, and blacked out around the rims. The license plate said “KOOKK1NG.”

Rafe looks at her, meeting her eyes. He smirks at her, most likely reflecting at the events from last night. She smiles back, then looks away.

“What was that?” Cleo asked.

“Hmm? Oh nothing.”

“Rafe just smiled at you.”

Belle ignored the last statement, and conveniently she was saved by the announcer’s voice.

“All drivers need to line up in five minutes.”

Belle and Sarah grabbed the essentials–snacks, a couple beers.

Olivia stood flanked by Ruthie and a few other Kook girls, all in cropped tops and lip gloss, looking like they were dressed for a photoshoot instead of a dirt-and-oil-fueled car meet.

“Didn’t know this was a Pogue party,” Ruthie sneered, eyeing Belle up and down.

“Didn’t know you got invited,” Sarah snapped back, unbothered.

Belle smirked looking down, but Olivia’s eyes narrowed before flicking over Belle’s shoulder—to where Rafe was still watching.

Her gaze sharpened. She leaned in with a fake laugh, brushing imaginary lint off Belle’s shoulder. “Careful who you look at, babe. Kooks bite.”

Belle’s smile didn’t fade, but her eyes darkened just enough for Olivia to catch it. In reality her stomach had tightened. The air between them crackled.

“Come on,” Sarah said, oblivious to the undercurrent, tugging Belle’s arm. “Let’s grab a spot before the engines start.”

Before she could say anything back, the announcer cut in again. “Racers, final call to the line! You miss your mark, you’re out!”

But she felt it—his stare, hot on her skin like sunburn.

And when she finally sat down with the others, cracking open a beer, she couldn't help but glance through the crowd.

Rafe was no longer looking at Belle, he was looking at Olivia.

And he wasn’t happy.

The last of the daylight faded as the drivers rolled up to the dirt strip-turned-raceway. Engines beasts, headlights flashing across the gathered crowd.

John B revved the Mustang, the old engine sputtering in protest. He slapped the dashboard with a grin. “She’s got one more good run in her.”

JJ pulled up beside him, window down, a matching bandana tied around his head like a pirate. “Let’s hope she doesn’t need a walker by the finish line.”

John B flipped him off with a laugh.

Further down the lineup, Rafe slid into his BMW, calm as ever. The black M4 purred under his touch, the lights from the crowd bouncing off its polished paint like water. His jaw clenched as he looked ahead—but every so often, his eyes drifted toward Belle.

She was sitting on the hood of the Twinkie with Sarah, Kie, and Cleo, drink in hand, pretending not to notice.

Pretending.

“Yo Rafe,” Topper shouted, leaning against his own souped-up Jeep Wrangler with aftermarket tires. “You better not blow out that overpriced toy trying to keep up.”

“Keep up?” Rafe tilted his head lazily. “I’m lapping you before you shift out of second.”

Kelce was on the sidelines hyping the race up, filming on his phone, narrating like it was the Daytona 500.

JJ looked over at Rafe’s BMW, engine popping obnoxiously. “Ready to get your ass handed to you by a Pogue?”

Rafe didn’t look at him. Just revved the engine—low, controlled, powerful.

It was a threat.

Belle held her breath.

“Ready…” A pause. “Set…”

Tires spun, engines screamed. “GO!”

Dirt flew, smoke curled. The cars launched forward like bullets from a chamber.

JJ peeled off fast, drifting wide, taunting the kooks as he surged ahead.

John B trailed close behind, visibly wrestling with the Mustang’s steering. “C’mon girl.”

Topper’s Jeep was bulkier but faster than expected, trying to muscle into second. Rafe? He didn’t start out first.

He let them go ahead.

Then shifted.

With a growl and a sudden burst of speed, the M4 surged forward like a predator, smooth and surgical. He flew past Topper, then crept on JJ’s bumper.

“Shit!” JJ shouted, slamming into a turn harder than he should’ve.

Belle jumped up from her seat on the hood of the Twinkie. “He’s gonna wipe out!”

“JJ doesn’t wipe out,” Sarah muttered, unconvinced.

JJ tried to hold it—but his back tire clipped the loose edge of a dirt mound. The car spun.

That’s when it happened.

Rafe swerved to avoid him. He cleared JJ’s mess but hit a rut—one wheel lifting just enough to lose control. The M4 slammed down hard, skidding into the side embankment.

The crowd gasped.

The announcer’s voice cracked over the mic. “We got a collision!”

Belle was already off the hood, sprinting toward the dust cloud without thinking.

“Belle!” Kiara called after her as well as Cleo and Sarah.

But Belle didn’t stop.

She had to be sure he was okay.

Rafe had kicked open the driver’s side door, dazed but somehow managed to get on his feet. He stumbled out, wiping blood from a cut just above his brow.

Belle crashed into him before all the smoke cleared, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of him, blood trickling down his face.

“Jesus, Rafe!”

He blinked, startled. “You—you ran out here?”

“You think I’m gonna just sit back and watch you crash?”

They stared at each other. His hand found her elbow. Hers found the side of his face.

Neither of them said it.

But they both felt it.

And from behind the crowd, Sarah watched. JJ stood beside her, his arms crossed, dust in his hair, eyes narrowed.

“Did she just—” “Yeah.” Neither of them said the word. But they both knew what they saw.

Belle's hands were on his face before either of them could think.

“Rafe,” she whispered, brushing away dirt and blood with her thumbs. “You okay?”

He winced, but it wasn’t from the cut. “You shouldn’t have run out here.” He looked away from her, wondering if Sarah or JJ had noticed yet.

They had.

“You shouldn’t have crashed.”

They were so close now. His breath mixed with hers, hearts racing, adrenaline pumping, jaw clenched like he was holding something back. His hand lingered on her waist, grounding himself. Her fingertips grazed his temple. It was too much and not enough all at once.

“I thought you—” she started, but the sound of heels clicking against gravel cut through the air like a blade.

Olivia appeared from the dust, slow-clapping, her heels clicking like a timer counting down to something bigger. Her voice was sugary sweet with venom as she crooned, “Wow, what a rescue mission.”

Belle froze.

Olivia walked past Belle, ignoring her entirely now as she walked up to Rafe. “Poor baby,” she cooed, reaching out to touch his face. “You really let some trash distract you, huh?”

Rafe’s hand shot up—not to take hers, but to shove her wrist away.

Olivia blinked, stunned.

“B, let’s go.” JJ said, yanking Belle’s arm. Hard.

She hesitated, eyes flicking to Rafe one more time. He was watching her again—like he’d only ever been watching her.

Nothing else in that moment mattered.

Not the cut above his eyebrow.

Not his bloody lip.

Just the look in his eyes.

"What the hell was that?!" JJ snapped, fury in his voice.

Belle blinked, dust still clinging to her lashes. Her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps.

“He crashed, JJ!” she finally shouted.

"Since when do you care about Kooks?" His words, sharp and accusatory like daggers.

"I don’t!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "But someone got hurt, am I not allowed to check on them?"

"Not if that someone is Rafe. Not him, Belle, never him."

"Fine!" Belle snapped back, the hurt of it all crashing into her chest.

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Belle needed a breather, from JJ being irritated with her for helping Rafe.

And so she found herself out on a path near the beach, walking and trying to clear her head. It’s the kind of solitude she needs after the tension with JJ and the growing emotional pull toward Rafe.

He was a kook to JJ but so much more than that to her.

“Belle?” She looks up at the outside bar to see Rafe and some random kooks she can’t remember the names of.

“Yeah?” She replies, drained of energy. She can’t handle any more confrontation today. She needs comfort, and the provider? The salt air, the crashing waves, and the view of a late night summer on the beach.

“What’re you doing? It’s 9 PM.” His tone teasing, but deep down he was concerned.

“Going on a walk.” She half smiled. And glanced back toward her path, then back to Rafe.

He needs to go with her. He doesn’t know what pulls him in that moment but he turned to his friends, still chatting away about the race. “Hey, I’ll uh, be back in a few.” They nod, clearly too tipsy to care.

He fell into step beside her as she kept walking, the rhythm of their footsteps syncing almost naturally. The air felt different with him near, and despite the cool breeze, Belle felt warm. It wasn’t just the moonlight or the soft sound of the waves lapping against the shore—there was something else, something that had been building between them for days.

They walked in silence for a while, the only sounds the distant chatter of Rafe’s friends and the occasional creak of the dock beneath their feet. But neither of them seemed to mind. There was a strange peace in the quiet, as though they didn’t need to fill the space with words.

Eventually, Rafe broke the silence. “You know, I didn’t think I’d find you out here tonight.”

Belle glanced at him, noticing the way his gaze lingered on her, like he couldn’t quite figure her out, but was undeniably drawn to her anyway. She tried to force a light smile. “I didn’t think you’d be here either.”

He nodded, his expression softening. “Yeah. Well, I’m glad I found you.”

Belle stopped walking then, her feet coming to a halt at the end of the dock where the water stretched out in front of them, dark and endless. She didn’t know why she stopped—maybe it was the weight of his words, or the way the night air suddenly felt thicker between them. She could feel the tension rising, the undeniable pull she had been fighting for so long.

Rafe stopped beside her, and for a moment, they just stood there, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable. His presence felt so close now, and she felt a strange mix of nerves and anticipation, like she was standing on the edge of something she couldn’t take back.

“So,” she started to sit down on the dock, her voice a little quieter than she intended. “How are you? After the crash, I mean.”

Rafe paused for a second, his fingers brushing against the weathered wood of the dock as he sat down beside her, his gaze distant. For a moment, it seemed like he was weighing how much of himself to reveal. He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his buzzcut, his eyes following the gentle roll of the waves in the distance.

“I’m… fine,” he said, his voice guarded, though something in his eyes gave him away. “It shook me up more than I thought it would. I’ve been through worse, but… that one stayed with me.”

Belle didn’t say anything right away, her heart heavy as she processed his words. Rafe didn’t talk about his past much—hell, he rarely let anyone in. But, something about the air tonight felt…different.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Belle said softly, she gave him an even softer look.

He glanced at her then, his eyes hazy, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, still joking like they were back in the Tannyhill kitchen. “You’d miss me?”

She swallowed, unsure of how to respond, but the words came anyway, like they were always there just beneath the surface. “Yeah. I would. More than I’m probably willing to admit.” She smiled and leaned over with her hands on the edge of the dock, bumping her shoulder into his lightly.

The energy shifted to a lighthearted moment to something more intimate.

She let her gaze drop for a second—to his mouth, to the hand resting between them on the dock, fingers just inches from hers. Her breath caught, and she didn’t even try to pretend it was from the sea breeze.

“You always walk alone at night?” he asked quietly inches away from her face, just not looking yet, breaking the silence but not the intensity.

“Only when I need to be alone.” she murmured.

“And now?” His voice was softer now, almost hesitant. He looked at her, eyes searching.

“Now I don’t want to be alone.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Belle…”

There was weight in his voice, something conflicted. She looked at him again, really looked—saw the way he was trying to hold himself back, jaw clenched like the restraint physically hurt.

Whatever he was about to say, he swallowed it. Looking straight ahead—like avoiding it might make the moment pass.—like avoiding it might make the weight of the upcoming moment disappear. The glow of the dock lights caught on the scar above his brow, from the race. Before she could second-guess it, Belle reached up and brushed the strands aside with her fingers, gently tracing the scar.

Rafe stilled.

Her fingertips lingered for a breath too long. “Does it hurt?”

“Not the scar,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered. “I just… want to be near you.”

“That’s the problem.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, exhaling like it hurt to say it. “I’m trying not to want that. But I do. All the time.”

Belle’s heart thudded. “Then don’t pretend like you don’t.”

“I’m not good for you,” he said, shaking his head. “I mess up everything I get close to.”

“You didn’t mess me up,” she said softly. “You make everything more complicated, yeah. But you also make it feel like I matter.”

He blinked at her, and something cracked. He looked at her like she was something dangerous, something sacred. His hand hovered near hers but didn’t touch it—like he was still waiting for a sign, still debating whether he was allowed to have this.

“I think about kissing you all the time,” he admitted, voice hoarse. “And then I talk myself out of it. Every. time.”

“Why?” she breathed, her voice barely audible.

“Because once I do, there’s no going back.”

Her hand moved first. Not to grab him or pull him in—but just to touch, fingers skimming the back of his hand. “Maybe I don’t want to go back.”

That’s what broke him.

In a breath, his hand closed around hers, his other slipping up to her cheek as he leaned in, slow like he still didn’t fully believe this was happening. Their foreheads touched for a second, eyes closed, like they were both trying to catch their breath before taking the leap.

And then he kissed her.

Soft at first, like he was still asking permission. Then deeper—full of everything he’d been holding back. She melted into it, her hand finding his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his linen shirt like she’d been waiting just to anchor herself to him.

The kiss broke for a second, and he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing her in like he needed her to stay grounded.

“I don’t want to stop,” he murmured on her lips.

“Then don’t,” she whispered back, and pulled him in again—closer this time.

It was the first time their lips met, but they immediately knew that it wouldn’t be the last.

[gotta-winwin]

RELATIONSHIP WITH SEVENTEEN <> MAKNAE LINE

MINGHAO - guide in life

THEN: Minghao was excited to have another Chinese member join them, even if they were a girl and could cause controversy amongst media and fans. While the other members fussed over Cyana whenever she was upset, Minghao would be the one to treat her normally, opting to distract her from her brooding thoughts instead. Cyana learned a lot of life skills from Minghao. NOW: Minghao and Cyana still have that iconic zen friendship. Whenever life gets a bit too much, Minghao is the one Cyana runs to. He keeps her life in balance, as he nags encourages her to eat healthily, sleep early, to meditate and to join him for tea ceremonies. On the other hand, Minghao and Cyana love gossiping in Chinese, knowing it's annoying the others that they cannot understand.

DK - sunshine duo

THEN: DK and Cyana bonded almost immediately despite the language barrier. All it took was one blazing smile from DK and a shy one from Cyana for them to become best friends. DK basically adopted the girl and people began to notice how bubbly and open Cyana would be around him. NOW: The childlike glow around their friendship hasn't faded despite both of them growing up. Cyana shines the brightest around DK and vice versa. When either of them is feeling down, the other never fails to do something extra goofy to cheer them up. Coined as the "sunshine duo," Cyana is often dragged into skits by DK to entertain fans.

MINGYU - visual double kill

THEN: Having a new member only excited Mingyu, despite it being a girl. Sure, he was a little nervous at first, but he got over it just as quickly. Cyana loved bantering with Mingyu, as they both spoke broken konglish in fit of giggles. They paired perfectly as a black cat / golden retriever duo. NOW: As they grew up, both of them never ceased to be the group's visual double kill. They often graced magazine covers together and went on weverse live to eat and interact with fans. Cyana's Mingyu's personal taster when it comes to his cooking, and in return he is often the first to taste her baking. Fans often liken the duo to a dog and its girl, as Mingyu is often photographed following behind Cyana with a big ol' grin on his face.

SEUNGKWAN - gossip buddies

THEN: In the beginning, Cyana was a bit put off by how energetic and loud Seungkwan could be. It tired her out easily, but with more time, Seungkwan became her go-to person for easy comfort. He often knew exactly what she needed at the moment and would always invite her out on impromptu outings for fun. NOW: Seungkwan played a big part in breaking Cyana's shell, allowing her to become the confident person she is today. They are the best gossip buddies now that the language barrier does not restrict them, and love being fangirls/fanboys together. Seungkwan still invites Cyana everywhere with him when they have time, introducing her to his idol friends outside of seventeen.

VERNON - goofball twins

THEN: Similar to Joshua, Vernon was excited to have a new member from the US, even more excited when he heard it'd be someone close in age. Vernon was the one that Cyana could often let her guard down and just....exist. His goofy antics miffed her a bit in the beginning but she grew to love his quirks, even adopting some of them for herself. NOW: Vernon and Cyana are movie buddies and often roommates while on tour. They love trading movie reviews (running a secret and joint letterboxd account). Vernon's the one Cyana goes to in times of distress, knowing he won't scold or fuss over her like the others might do.

DINO - twin maknaes

THEN: Dino was excited to have his wish - to have a friend his age in the group - finally granted. He was a little worried when the friend turned out to be a girl, but his outgoing nature befriended Cyana easily despite the language barrier. They were attached at the hip, babied by their members and company staff. NOW: Being the same age and growing up together, experiencing the same things close in time resulted in them being the closest duo within seventeen. They grew into natural sibling energy, with little fights, teases and a generally good time. Both known as the future of Kpop, they often push each other to do better and are each others biggest cheerleaders.