#sorry english isn't my first language and i'm a little dizzy today

[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE p.II (Buggy x f!Reader)

HERE PART 1 // HERE PART III

Warnings: violence, swearing a lot, reader being a little tsunedere. Little age gap between the reader and Buggy, she's like 25/26.

A/N: i didn't plane this for having more than one chapter but here we go... Again sorry for the typos, English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy this :D

You don't know much about seduction. In fact, you don't know anything. Throughout your life you've had very little interest in love affairs. You had a pretty rough teenage years, so you were too busy surviving to think about boys. Therefore, the whole thing with Buggy is something totally new to you. Not being in control of the situation gets on your nerves. It's irritating, nauseating. To think that right now you could have collected a nice reward and you could be quietly enjoying your money, but instead you're in that crew thinking about a clown all day is something your pride can't take. You often wonder how you could have stooped so low, but as soon as that red-nosed idiot pops into your head there is only room for daydreaming. 

Now your goal is no longer to kidnap him and hand him over to people who will probably kill him, but to try to make him notice you. But really you, as a possible love interest, and that's much harder than your first mission. It's like ten billion times more complicated. Killing people is a lot easier than attracting them. 

You were trained to kill people, so you're not a person who knows very well how to relate to others. Social skills aren't your strong suit and being nice for more than fifteen minutes isn't either. You've at least tried to be friendly with the rest of the crew, but by continuing to pretend you're a wimp you haven't had much chance to blend in either. 

Today the whole crew went to the nearest tavern for a drink. Buggy claims to have landed a deal that will bring in a lot of money, so he's in a good mood. At first the tavern keeper didn't seem too happy to welcome a gang of pirates to his place, but Buggy can be quite persuasive when he wants to be. 

Now they're all drunk. Buggy is the center of attention, as usual. He boasts of his great wit and everyone around him cheers him on. The alcohol causes all emotions to intensify. You watch him from the bar, this time you're drinking because it's the only way you don't feel ridiculous about being hopelessly attracted to that idiot. 

You have conflicting feelings all the time. You like him, but you think he's a dumbass. You're attracted to him, but at the same time you think he does terribly ridiculous things. You have no idea how to handle all those emotions, but you're also unable to take your eyes off him or ask yourself absurd questions, like how experienced he should be, or how he should look without makeup. You also often think about whether he'll like younger girls, because he's got more than a decade on you and you might not be his type. In fact, what his type is also comes to your mind all too often. 

Fuck, you're a mess. 

You order another mug of beer, turning away from staring at Buggy with an intensity that could break solid concrete. You've always had a good tolerance for alcohol so you're not drunk, just dizzy enough to make it all the same to you. The perfect state. 

"What's a girl like you doing surrounded by this bunch of weirdos?"

Suddenly you see a guy next to you, he doesn't belong to the crew. He's a big man, looking menacing. He must be one of the few people who have decided to stay in the bar despite the pirates. You decide to deliberately ignore him. 

"Hey gorgeous, I'm talking to you.”

You take another swig of beer, completely evading. You decide to turn around again, now Buggy is doing some sort of demonstration. He has detached his hand from the rest of his arm and swings his clenched fist at full speed. You don't know what he's talking about, but he sure has exaggerated the whole thing. You smile to yourself. 

"Who the fuck is that fucking clown?" asks the heavy one, still standing next to you. 

You don't even deign to look at him. 

"Shut the fuck up" You tell him in the coldest voice you can. 

"Don't tell me you're going with him and his whole gang of freaks" The guy lets out a huge laugh "Honey, a beauty like you is wasted among all those creeps."

"And the oxygen you use is also a waste considering it could be useful to someone who isn't useless to society."

"But what the fuck is wrong with you, does it bother you that much that I pick on that loser?"

"I told you before to shut the fuck up" You repeat calmly and without raising your voice. 

"Uh, you scare me" he laughs "almost as much as your big nosed captain". 

"All right, you asked for it”

The guy can't even react, as soon as he wants to realize you've already stuck an ashtray in his mouth, wedging it in such a way that he can barely breathe. And, before the others can even realize what's happening, you grab one of the stools and hit him so hard in the stomach that the guy goes flying towards the other end of the bar, hitting the wall with such force that the ashtray comes out of his mouth. 

You calmly return to your seat, taking another sip of beer as if nothing had happened. But it's at that moment that you come back to reality to realize that Buggy is no longer the center of attention, but you, and that everyone is staring at you in disbelief, including your captain. 

Fucking shit, for fuck's sake. 

Now you've really fucked up. You're supposed to be a rookie with barely any physical skills, not a killing machine. Let's see how you get out of this now, though at least Buggy is paying attention to you. God, you have to be a moron to think something like that at a time like that, you're totally losing your mind. 

"What the hell was that?" Buggy ask to you.

You just answer simply, as if everything that just happened was not with you.

"He was bothering me"

Buggy approaches you, something that makes you nervous. Not because he might be angry, but to have him around. You almost killed a guy just two minutes ago but having the man you're obsessed with looking at you makes your legs tremble.

“You broke all his teeth, Y/N.”

You look at the man across the bar. It's true, you've left his mouth in a mess, all his clothes are stained by the blood that falls on him. But hey, he asked for it, you warned him.

"Why hadn't you said you knew how to fight like that?" He insists, and you don't know if right now he's thinking of killing you, kicking you out of the crew, or both. 

You can't tell him that you were hired to hunt him down and that you've abandoned that task because you have a huge crush on him. Especially the crush part, you would never admit that, so you must think of a good excuse as soon as possible. 

"My parents trained me" and that's not a lie "but they always said to only use my skills if necessary" that's a lie, and a big one at that. 

Buggy looks you up and down, which makes your stomach tingle. You are so close to him that you can almost feel his breath on your skin. So close that it would be very easy to get a couple of centimeters closer and see what red lips taste like. You wonder what his skin must feel like against yours, or how your hands must feel tangled in his hair. You look like the narrator of a romance novel, it's pitiful but you can't help it. 

"You've been swabbing the deck since you came in, how did it not occur to you to say you could be of more use to us?”

"I'm sorry, captain."

Buggy lets out a sigh, there is something paternalistic in his attitude, that condescension that is so typical of him. That makes you relax, he believed everything. Probably because he's drunk, but you don't care about that now.

Buggy puts his hands on your shoulders, making you jump. It's the most contact you've had since you've known him and it's not even real contact because he's wearing the fucking gloves.

"Y/N, look at me" And you obey, although the fact of having him so close to you, being able to smell his alcohol breath mixed with that smell of gunpowder that characterizes him makes you a little dazed. You feel more and more like kissing him. "You can't keep such important information to yourself. But don't worry, I'm going to look for a better position for you. With how good you are at fighting, we're going to do great things together, huh."

You nod without further ado. It's a shitty proposition, he's just telling you that he'll use you as a weapon, like he uses the strongest members of his crew. But you don't care, because Buggy is touching you and because from now on you will be able to talk to him a lot more.

Maybe you should go talk to that guy from earlier and thank him.

Oh, god. Yeah, you're definitely going from bad to worse.

[a-spicy-reader]

Confidence and Provocation

Synopsis:

In their cozy apartment on a typical Saturday morning, Olivia and Mark explore the depths of their intimate relationship. Olivia, a confident, curvaceous woman, takes the lead with her commanding presence, while Mark, feeling even cuter in his favorite oversized sweatshirt, submits to her desires. As Olivia uses her belt to take Mark to new heights of pleasure

**Word Count:**

The entire text has 9,360 characters, including spaces.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This is the first time I post something and English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

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The morning light filtered through the curtains of the cozy apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a typical Saturday, and Olivia and Mark had planned a day of relaxation. However, a current of tension simmered beneath the surface, born not of conflict but of anticipation.

Olivia stood in front of the full-length mirror, her olive-toned skin glowing in the sunlight. She adjusted the strap, ensuring it was secure and comfortable. Her dark, curly hair framed her face, highlighting her striking features and confident presence. The sight of her powerful form contrasted sharply with the image of her boyfriend, Mark, who was sitting on the bed, his eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He was dressed in his favorite oversized hoodie, the fabric swallowing his slim body and accentuating his innocent, boyish charm.

"How are you feeling, darling?" Olivia's voice was a blend of sweetness and authority, making Mark shiver with anticipation.

"Pretty," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. The hoodie always made him feel even more adorable, a stark contrast to the dominant energy Olivia exuded. "And a little nervous."

Olivia approached him with slow, deliberate steps, her hips swaying confidently. She placed a hand under his chin, lifting his face so their eyes met. "You're always cute, Mark. But today I want to see how well you handle my criticism. Think you can manage that?"

He nodded, his breathing quickening. "Yes, ma'am."

A smile curved at the corners of Olivia's lips. She gently pushed him, guiding him to lie down on the bed. "Good boy. Now let's see if you can be a good listener too."

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him. Her weight pinned him down, making him feel deliciously trapped. Olivia's fingers traced patterns on his chest, causing shivers to ripple through his body.

"You look so lovely in your hoodie, Mark," she murmured, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "But I bet you'd be even more beautiful if you stopped doubting yourself so much."

He squirmed beneath her, a blush rising to his cheeks. "I'm trying, ma'am. I really am."

Olivia laughed, a low, sensual sound. "I know you are, darling. But trying isn't enough today. I want you to believe it. I want you to show me how much you crave my approval."

With that, she positioned herself, the strap-on pressing against his entrance. She watched his face intently, noting every flicker of emotion: fear, desire, and a yearning to please her.

"Take a deep breath, darling," she instructed, her voice softening for a moment. "And remember, you're doing this for me."

Mark nodded, inhaling deeply. As he exhaled, Olivia began to push inside him, slow and firm. The sensation was intense, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan.

"That's it," she murmured, leaning down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. "You're doing so well. But I need you to do better."

She began to move, each thrust deliberate and controlled. Mark's hands gripped the sheets, his body trembling with the effort to maintain his composure. Olivia's words washed over him, a mix of praise and criticism that left him dizzy.

"Such a good boy," she murmured. "But you can take more, can't you? You can be stronger for me."

"Yes, ma'am," he gasped, his voice shaky. "I can take more."

Olivia's pace quickened, her thrusts becoming more demanding. She watched with satisfaction as Mark's determination wavered, his moans growing louder, more desperate.

As Olivia's movements became more intense, she leaned over Mark, whispering sweetly yet firmly into his ear. Her strap-on pressed deeply into his ass, each thrust calculated and precise. Mark's slender frame trembled beneath her, his body overwhelmed with a mix of pleasure and pain.

"You're so beautiful like this," she whispered, her tone both loving and authoritative. "So open, so vulnerable. Do you see now? This is your place, beneath me, taking everything I give you."

Mark's eyes closed, his entire being focused on the pleasure and pain, the sweet mix of submission and desire. "I belong to you, ma'am," he breathed, his voice barely audible.

"You're taking me so well, darling," Olivia murmured, her voice a mix of affection and dominance. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you?"

Mark's breath hitched, his fingers clenching the sheets tightly. "Yes, ma'am," he gasped, his voice trembling. "I feel it."

Olivia's pace quickened, her thrusts becoming more demanding. She watched with satisfaction as Mark's moans grew louder, more desperate. She could see the evidence of his arousal, his cock twitching with need.

"You're such a good boy," she praised, her tone both loving and commanding. "Now, I want you to come for me."

With a final, powerful thrust, Olivia pushed Mark over the edge. His body arched, a cry tearing from his throat as he climaxed, his cock pulsing and releasing his cum onto the sheets. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving him trembling and breathless.

Olivia slowed her movements, riding out the waves of his pleasure until he was spent, shaking beneath her. She leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"You did so well, my sweet boy," she whispered, her voice filled with pride and affection. "I'm so proud of you."

Mark smiled, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and contentment. "Thank you, ma'am."

They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow. Olivia eventually eased off him, removing the strap-on and lying beside him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close.

"You were perfect," she murmured, kissing his temple. "Always so perfect for me."

Mark snuggled into her embrace, feeling safe and cherished. "I love you, Olivia."

"I love you too, Mark," she replied softly. "Now rest, my cute little hoodie boy. You've earned it."

Mark lay on the bed, a contented smile playing on his lips as he nestled closer to Olivia. The warmth of their recent encounter lingered in the air, and he felt a deep sense of peace and fulfillment. He reached out, tracing a finger along Olivia's side, appreciating the curves and strength that made her so captivating.

"You were amazing, Olivia," he murmured, his voice soft with affection. "But I've got to ask... where did you get that belt from?"

Olivia chuckled, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement. She brushed a curl of her dark hair away from her face and looked down at Mark, her expression both tender and playful. "I thought you'd never ask."

She reached for the belt, still fastened around her waist, and gave it a playful tug. "This beauty? I got it from a little boutique downtown. When I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for us."

Mark's eyes widened with appreciation. "You have such good taste, Olivia."

Olivia smiled, a mix of pride and affection in her expression. "I knew it would be just right for us, Mark. Something strong and beautiful, just like our relationship."

She leaned down, drawing Mark closer, wrapping her arms around him. He nestled into her embrace, feeling her heartbeat steady and strong against his cheek. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, and he felt a surge of gratitude for their bond.

"Thank you for always knowing what I need," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

Olivia kissed the top of his head, her lips warm and soft against his skin. "And thank you for trusting me, Mark. For letting me lead and for being such a good boy. Now, how about we make some breakfast and then maybe we can explore a bit more with our new toy?"

Mark's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. "I'd like that, Mistress."

With a shared laugh, they disentangled themselves and made their way to the kitchen.

 Forever and always.

I hope you liked it, leave your comments here ☺️

[darkjazzpunk]

Lucky you! This one got out off hand turning out much longer than usual! I hope you like it it ^_^ just a few little things to be mentioned:

english isn't my first language so I'm very sorry for the mistakes that might occure (Unfortunately, I understand the language much better than I am able to use it myself.)

Baizhu and Pantalone are called twins here: because they look similar or if they are actually twins is up to your personal preference

songs I can recommend for this fanfiction: Devils Plans - Dominic Lewis, Charles Jones

Reader is gender neutral ( unless I read over something ^^")

Quarterly accounting was due. And with Baizhu's secret love affair called "occasional tax neglicence," the whole matter could get relatively complicated.

So you found yourself sitting on a stool next to the pharmacist, bent over reams of invoices, delivery bills and other paperwork. The statement that numbers made you dizzy, skillfully ignored by the green haired man. You were visibly nervous, but less because of the person next to you and more because of the wide open doors of the Pharmacy. Normally a welcome situation given the warm summer months, but the thought that someone could come up at any time and catch you, committing a not-so-small crime, made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Calm down, little Lotus. I will know when somone comes up these stairs."

"This is reckless..."

"Nonsenssse!", Changsheng, sitting in her favourite bamboo basket, called the doctor out before her gaze fixated the entry. Baizhu started to sweep everything into the drawer under the counter and let his expression slip to that of his customerfriendly facade before chimming a half-hearted excuse :" I'm very sorry, but we're already closed for today, if it isn't a emergency..."

"I surley can make one out of it..."

Looking at his twin, the pharmacists mask slipped off as fast as he had put it on. You knew his antics when it came to the Regrator. All his composure flew out the window and only the true Baizhu was left: not evil nor bad, just a bit... coldblooded. Although it was always a bit irritating, hearing him say the same sentences without a accommodating filter made you not as nervous as in the past.

"How can I help you?"

Pantalone moved his head in the direction from which the question came without opening his eyes: "Would you lend me your lovely assistant by any chance? The piles of paper at my place are getting confusing since the incident at the harbor."

As he said this, he turned his head in your direction and opened his eyes minimally, just a crack. But enough to show everyone that he was after you, like a precious piece of jewlrey at an auction.

"Hahaha... No", Baizhu leaned back and laid an arm around you pulling you closer then you've already been. His orange eyes focussing the other like a bloodstain he can't get rid of.

For a second you really felt like a trinket...

"As chef of the Northland bank you should know how hard it is to get an assistant that's easygoing and trustworthy. Besides, accounting isn't Their specialty at all, so what can they offer you?"

Your (f/c) eyes wandered to the drawer and although he said the truth, it felt like an absolut lie at the moment. But you disliked the Fatui harbinger as much as he did so you did something you probably would regret, should word spread about it.

Carefully, so you wouldn't hurt the beautiful but frail man next to you, you leaned on his shoulder, moving you nose to the crook of his neck inhaling his flowery scent, all while giving the blackhaired man the most savage side eye you had to offer.

Now it was Baizhus turn to act upon it or to choose another route to piss the other off.

But when you saw his jaw tighten something in you began to doubt your spontaneous action.

On the other side of the counter Pantalones smile widened remarkebly: "Nice try, and with every normal person this would work but not with him. Let's just say his eyes are not the only odd thing about him..."

Your gaze fell on Baizhu. You studied his pale face and tried to figure out what the other meant. His jaw had tightened when you hinted at flirting with him.

Like a clam trying to protect something inside.

You focused on his mouth, running the sentence through your head again.

Let's just say his eyes are not the only odd thing about him.

When you heared Changsheng hiss in the backround the mora dropped in your mind!

His tongue!

You didn't let on and decided to apologize profusely afterwards for pushing his boundaries just for this act.

"Ah, that. I already got so used to it that I didn't see it as odd anymore... to be honest, it has its benefits", you looked right back at the Regrator while you said that, lowering you eyelids in a sultry manner, before turning to your startled Chef and placing dominant peck on his shapley lips (all while sending a quick prayer that he would get the hint).

When you both saw how the banker opened his eyes barely noticeable further, that seemed to be enough motivation for the pharmacist to enter the game despite his insecurity.

A low hiss was your only warning before you felt yourself being pulled further in by your partner in crime. His lips crashed on yours with just enough force to make it look powerful, but not bruising either of you. You were now focussing on his hypnotizing amber eyes while feeling a jealously burning glare being shot at you from the side.

Just when you were about to take the lead, he beat you to it. His tongue forced your lips apart entering you mouth effortlessly, bringing the taste of honey and herbal tea with it. Hooked on by it you started to move too but found yourself in a losing battle quite fast. It was overhelming in the best way possible and it took you longer to get yourself together than you anticipated.

His tongue actually was odd, that was for sure. Smoother and slightly slimmer than that of a human, longer too and with a significant split in the end. But all this features were far more enticing than you expected. Or he just knew how to use it in just the right way.

You didn't even noticed how a sinnful moan made its way up your throat, until you heared it yourself, answered by the doctors eyebrow being raised in mock and him putting even more effort into the kiss. Embarassment and the lack off air finally got the better off you and let you break the kiss by pushing your hand lightly against his chest, feeling his slightly faster heartbeat in return.

When you two turned your gaze back to the unwanted guest, you noticed that he was gone. Leaving nothing but a gust of cool air behind.

[alexandria-is-my-firstname]

Never got the time to talk about Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis comic i made months ago, but here we are,,,

The comic was supposed to be a one-shot but didn't got to be completed due to me being occupied with other one-shots, specifically Fulfilment and Sir Melion (will talk about it after this). So, The Metamorphosis comic sets in around the 2010s and the day before Gregor Samsa became a vermin, i wanted to show further of Gregor's life when he was still human - having the ability to move as he wishes, can talk, loved by his family (specifically Mrs. Samsa and Grete) and physically showing his stress over being a travelling salesman,,,

The one-shot would go from Gregor waking up in a panic, taking a taxi to the train station, having a nightmare during his sleep in the train, taking home a magazine (replacing the furred-coat lady poster), hugged by Grete once he's home (as well Mrs. Samsa neating Gregor's hair), an awkward dinner with Mr. Samsa, a phone call that interrupted the family dinner, Gregor feeling angered that he must work again by tommorow, sleeping his anger away,,,

And alas,,,

Gregor wakes up from a weird tinggling on his face, enters the bathroom, and boom! He sees labiums around his mouth,,,

I planned Gregor's transformation to be slow, paralleling to his impending depression and the deteriorating connection between him and his family,,,

The one-shot also had a planned continuation, where Gregor struggles to hide his insectoid features, Gregor getting caught by the family (the chief noped himself out of the house, finds a nearby bar and drinking away what he saw), Gregor being put on lockdown, Mrs. Samsa wanting to help Gregor only for her asthma get the best of her, Mr. Samsa being a jerk around Gregor, Grete being determined to help Gregor to slowly resenting him,,, i mean, it's quite the same as the novella, but,,,

What kept Gregor's humanity wasn't just the magazine containing a hottie in fur coat, it was also Gregor's phone that contained pictures of his family,,, and his old human life, where everything were happy memories,,,

Bonus, Gregor befriends bunch of insects, kinda like Cinderella and her mices,,,

And the twist, Gregor isn't the only one becoming a vermin, some people had their own transformations,,,

There was a considering scene where one of Gregor's insects spy on some neighbours and one of the neighbours was a woman in the form of a praying mantis - her arms all sharpened and "devouring" a man. Beside that, the old grey lady who became Gregor's last caretaker mentioned having a husband once, sadly, her husband suffered something wrong and became a moth. I just thought the transformation of becoming a vermin is a sort of demon that needed to be handled yet some people had lost to it.

A lot of stuff i wished i could do with the story but i don't think i have the energy nor' available hands to continue the Metamorphosis. Hopefully, you're intrigued by my writings, ideas and illustration of the Metamorphosis. Have a good day!