#just because she’s attracted to males… and he’d still be male at the end of the day…

[ahkwewa-ihkwewa]

Always grounding talking to other women about bullshit misogyny in the current day, and once you rock the boat just a bit they find that it’s ok to speak their minds freely

Also can’t believe my roommate seemed genuinely surprised that individuals would transition for fetish-based reasons

#not that she can wrap her head around the fact that this friend is calling himself a woman now #but when you throw in the story that he would secretly cross dress and kept it from his girlfriend now wife #it does beg the question of when exactly did that line of thinking emerge #she does seem a bit startled though and confided that she wouldn’t be able to handle that if her husband did the same #just because she’s attracted to males… and he’d still be male at the end of the day… #also love how we had that conversation and then somehow ended up both criticizing cosmetic surgery haha

[monstersandmaw]

Male orc x gender neutral reader (light nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

Commission number two folks!

Content: Gender and body neutral reader who’s autistic deals with sensory overload while at a funfair, stimming includes rocking and pressure on the hands. Male orc offers a way out so the reader can catch their breath. Very brief mention of the orc losing a close friend in the past year, and of deciding to live more in the moment because of it. Light-ish nsfw at the end with a bit of a fade to black. 

Wordcount: 7562

Three hours ago, you’d been sure you could handle this. How could you not? It was a day out with your friends for Lily’s birthday, but of course, the orc had chosen the modern equivalent of a jousting tournament to show off her skills to her girlfriend. Still, you and Luke and Ellis had met up and made your way through town, collecting Lily and Maggie outside a gelateria, where naturally you all paused to buy the most amazing ice cream in town. With a start like that, how could things possibly go wrong?

After a leisurely walk to the fairground on the outskirts of town, you’d watched Luke win a fluffy white rabbit toy that was almost as big as he was on the coconut shy, despite the way the game was obviously rigged, but the werewolf had wagged his shaggy grey tail and howled his victory to the sky and clutched his new friend to his chest like it was his own goddamn child, and you’d clapped and cheered along with everyone else at the soppy wolf.

You hadn’t noticed the way you'd started to grip one hand with the other, squeezing tightly with finger and thumb just to give a little release to the steady buildup of pressure inside you as the atmosphere of the fanfare closed in around you. You also didn’t notice that you were gently rocking from side to side on the spot while you waited for Ellis to decide if he was going to go and say hi to the girl he’d been crushing on for a while, so when you found a teenager staring openly at you from the queue for the paintball stand, you assumed their attention was on Ellis.

Ellis usually attracted looks, not only because he was a goblin — a species that was relatively rare in your part of the world — but because his storm-grey skin was mottled all over with pale patches from vitiligo. He wasn’t bothered by the attention for the most part, but when you saw exactly where their gaze was directed instead — at your twisting hands — you felt an ugly stab of something bitter go through you. Carnivals may not offer the outdated and heartless ‘freak show’ elements anymore, but boy were you made to feel like one sometimes by other people.

“Hey, look!” Ellis exclaimed, his scratchy, reedy voice cutting through the maelstrom of noise and crush of people easily enough. “There she is! I’m gonna go see if she’s up for a ferris wheel ride. You think she’ll say yes?”

Your nod came out jerky and a bit stilted, but you mustered a smile of encouragement for your friend and he grinned back at you, all his sharp teeth glinting in the sunshine. Then something shifted in his expression and he frowned. “You ok?” he asked as his completely black eyes went a little wider with concern.

Again, you nodded and tried to look a little more convincing. After weeks of dancing around each other, he was finally going to shoot his shot, and there was no way you wanted him to miss because of you. “Fine,” you croaked. The word came out like a cat hocking up a hairball, but at least you got it out.

“Ok. Text me, alright?” he said. “Text me if you wanna go.”

You nodded. No way were you going to be the reason everyone left. If things got bad, you’d just… bail. Somehow. If you could find your way out of the crush of people without imploding first.

Glancing right, you saw Lily raise the hammer on the high striker and watched her muscles bunch and flex in her arms, shoulders and back. She was wearing a black tank top that said, ‘If lost, return Butch to Femme Fatale’ and beside her stood pint-sized Maggie in her denim hot pants and white t-shirt that read ‘Femme Fatale’. It was adorable, honestly, but as you stood there alone in the stream of people coursing and jostling down the avenue of grass between the smaller stands and side-shows, over-stimulation swamped you completely and you found yourself drowning silently.

Flashing lights, blaring funfair music, screaming, children running this way and that, rides rumbling and rattling on all sides, electronic bleeps and jingles mingling into a cacophonous mixtape in the air and reverberating in your head, cartoon pistol noises on the laser gun range sounding over and over and over, more screaming as the pendulum ride swung overhead once again…

The sensory overload raked its claws across your skin and left you with white noise in your head and cotton wool in your mouth.

The scent of candy floss grew chokingly thick in the air as you just stood there, paralysed.

Out of nowhere, a small and extremely solid lizardfolk kid barrelled into you, nearly knocking you flying. His horned head collided with your thigh and it hurt, but you didn’t cry out. His father scooped him up by the hand and apologised to you, but when he saw you rocking from side to side, he snatched his kid away and shot you another look, as if you were contagious or dangerous and not just struggling to kick start your brain again so you could get yourself the heck out of there and find somewhere safe to process everything.

Struggling to catch your breath, you gripped one hand with the other, squeezing as hard as you could but it wasn’t enough. There was just too much, inside and out, and you had nowhere to put it — nowhere to park it all until you could deal with it.

Someone ducked in front of you, their huge form blotting out the searing light of the afternoon sun.

Blinking, you looked up, still rocking, and tried to focus on their face.

He was an orc, you realised when you saw the huge, jutting tusks in his lower jaw and the expanse of sage green skin. A long, thick plait of black hair hung forward over his left shoulder, and through it ran a streak dyed a dark, vibrant red that was really attractive; it complemented the green tone of his freckled skin beautifully. Wearing a white, sleeveless tank top that had the logo of the fairground company on it, he wasn’t built like he spent every spare minute in the gym, but he looked like he could have lifted the ferris wheel right off its supports with no trouble at all.

Someone snickered nearby and you flinched, but you didn’t break the steady rocking motion of your body while mentally you tried to fend off all the unending stimuli around you. The orc’s expression darkened when he caught the sound of  laughter, and he stepped pointedly a little to the left. The movement served to block you from their sight and to refocus your attention on something that was quiet and solid and steady in front of you.

Yeah, he was solid alright. You blinked and watched the corners of his mouth twitch upwards just a little behind his colossal tusks, both of which bore silver caps over the tips to indicate that he had reached full maturity in the eyes of his culture. It probably meant that his tusks were filed to sharp points beneath the caps too. It was rare for orcs who lived in the city to stick to the older ways, but as you continued to stare up at him and move side to side while you ran your hands over your forearms, you noticed the beads in his braid of different materials: wood, copper, steel, glass, stone, and even bone. He’d lost someone close to him then at some point. Gods, now was not the time to be fishing everything you knew about orcs out of the depths of your brain.

For another few seconds, he continued to shield you from the staring judgement of the people in the queue for the nearest booth, but when you didn't seem to be able to settle, he jutted his chin to the side of the grassy avenue between the stalls.

“My name is Rhokann. You wanna step this way for a second? Catch your breath where it’s a bit quieter?” he said.

When no words came to your lips, he tilted his head just a little and then beckoned you with a big hand. “There’s a quieter spot over by that oak tree and the river. You want to come with me for a minute?”

You did. You also wanted to say thank you, but the words got glued up on their way from your brain to your mouth, so you just nodded.

He stuck out his arm and halted the flow of people for a moment to usher you between the candy floss stall and something else that was painted a thousand lurid colours so you didn’t look too long at it. Only when you saw the bole of a huge, old oak and a wide patch of un-trampled grass around it did you let out a shaky breath and turn to see him standing a little way off. A couple of people peered after you down the gap between the stalls, and he looked back at them with a very articulate and animalistic growl. That done, he stepped a little to his right, obscuring the view of you down the small alley with his body.

“Forget about them and look out over the river for a minute,” he suggested.

His dark brown eyes slid from you to the railings behind you, and you turned to see the river gushing in a white foam over the weir that controlled its flow through the city beyond. The sounds of the funfair behind you faded slowly, dissolving into the steady stream of white noise from the river, and you took a deeper breath and gradually released the death-grip you’d had on your own hands.

You let your gaze unfocus a little, but your body kept on moving as it tried to help you dissipate all the tension that had been building in your muscles and your mind ever since you’d first arrived at the fair.

A shadow moved in the corner of your vision, and you found Rhokann approaching slowly. He cast a pointed look at the metal railing to your left and said, “You mind if I join you for a moment?”

You shook your head. The word ‘no’ didn’t want to come, but he didn’t seem to take it as rudeness.

“Cheers,” he said. “Carnival gets intense, huh?”

This time, you nodded and he smiled when he saw it. You liked the way it hitched his mouth up around his tusk on the right, and it brought a twinkle to his coffee-brown eyes.

“Take your time,” he said. “You here with your friends?”

You nodded.

“They know where you were?”

You shook your head, but reached into your pocket and drew out your phone. Shaking it a little, you hoped he’d get the idea that they could contact you if they wanted to find you, or the other way around, and he smiled again in understanding. Your heart skipped a beat. He may have been seven and a half feet tall, but he had a gentle demeanour that you hadn’t really realised was possible in someone that big. He had a paunch too, which he clearly wasn’t trying to hide with his close-fitting, sleeveless top, and you could see from the scoop of the neckline that he had an attractive swirl of dark hair across his pecs that made you wonder what the rest of him looked like without clothes on; a fact that was startling enough in that moment to make you flush hot and look away.

“You want me to keep you company for a bit, or do you want some space?” he asked after another couple of minutes floated past.

You shook your head and then struggled to find the words to make him stay just a bit longer. When he saw you floundering, he smiled and asked, “Stay?”

You nodded, exhaling in relief, even as you fought off a rush of disappointment in not being able to form the words.

“You’re good,” he said with a wave of a huge hand. “Don’t stress talking.”

He took a deep, luxuriant inhale and leaned his massive forearms on the metal railing, easing his weight forward and gazing out at the river. His braid went all the way to the small of his back and it made you want to wrap it around your hand and tug just to see what kind of sound he’d make, and again, you had to look away before he caught you lusting after him. Just because you’d been rescued by a heroic stranger, didn’t mean you had to go falling in love with him in the following five minutes. It didn’t hurt that he hadn’t batted an eyelid at your stimming, or that he didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you’d been rendered almost completely non-verbal by the whole experience.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket a while later and you drew it out again to see that Lily was looking for you.

‘Where are you, Titch?’ she’d texted and you smiled when you saw the nickname. The massive orc had given it to you back in college, and it had stuck ever since. Even Ellis called you ‘Titch’ sometimes, despite the fact that he was nearly a foot and a half shorter than you. ‘We turned around and you’d gone!’

Rhokann was watching you from the corners of his kind eyes, and you waggled the phone again before typing out a message to Lily. ‘Needed to step away for a second. Got rescued by a super hot orc guy. More at ten.’

Lily texted back immediately. ‘Super hot orc guy, huh? I’ll be the judge of that. Where are you?’

‘Big oak tree on the edge of the park near the river. Don’t embarrass me please.’

‘As if I’d ever…’

‘You spend every spare minute you’re not kissing Maggie trying to embarrass me and El and Luke.’

‘Fair play. We’re nearby. I can see the tree’

You locked your phone and swallowed thickly, feeling a bit more able to talk. “Friend’s coming…” you faltered. Wow. Nice and articulate, you sneered at yourself with your usual sarcasm.

“That’s good,” Rhokann smiled back. He made no move to push himself back upright from the railings though, and shifted his gaze back out to the city that sprawled over the other side of the river. He gave another sigh.

You stepped a little closer and looked up at him. “You… ok?” you asked.

“Mm,” he hummed. When he looked back down at you, his dark eyes were strangely sad. “Just… thinking,” he said with a gesture of his hand near his temple. “I’ve been working here all summer, and it’s been amazing, but I’m starting a full time job in a week. I’m just thinking about what’s coming next.”

“Doing what?” Words were starting to come back a little quicker now, but it wasn’t great.

He turned his head over his shoulder to look at you, but before he could answer your question, you heard Lily’s voice coming from behind you.

“Hey Titch!” she called, and then she eyed the other orc ostentatiously up and down.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw the beads in his braid and the cuffs around his thick tusks, and you watched Rhokann deflate a little. Lily was not a traditional orc. For one, she was dating a human, which wasn’t exactly frowned upon but humans weren’t normally seen as suitable partners for her kind, and for another, she had cut her black hair short in a style shaved close to her skull above her pointed ears and left a little longer on top. She wore no cuffs on her tusks, and she’d filed them to softly-rounded points. “As much for Maggie’s pleasure as my own damned convenience,” she’d once told you.

Lily disdained orcs who stuck to the old ways, thinking them brutish thugs stuck in the past, and she folded her arms as she stared Rhokann down. “You wanna head home?” she asked in a low growl.

You turned your attention to Rhokann and he offered you a tiny, sad smile and a shrug of his shoulder. You wanted to stay and get to know him, but you also desperately wanted to be away from the fairground now. Your body felt drained of life, like you were running on fumes, and all you wanted was the quiet of your apartment, a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, and a good book.

In the end, Rhokann decided for you. He offered you a broader smile, and said, “It was nice meeting you. Take care.”

You’d never regretted your tendency to go non-verbal more than watching him walk away and not being able to say thank you.

With Lily on one side, you were joined by Luke a few minutes later, still hauling around the giant fluffy bunny he’d won, its ears flopping comically with each of his bounding steps, but you kept scanning every face for Rhokann. You saw an ogre with green skin that was a similar shade to Rhokann’s, but disappointment bit deep when you realised it wasn’t him, and when a flash of red hair up ahead drew your attention, you barely contained a sob when you saw it was a troll with multiple streaks of red in their black hair.

The walk back home passed in a daze, and you spent the rest of the day buzzing in the worst way possible.

A week later, Luke texted and asked if you wanted to grab breakfast on your way to work, and since you only had stale cereal in your cupboard, you practically leapt at the chance. ‘You mind if we drop my car off at the garage on the way?’ he asked with a subsequent text. ‘There’s an amazing little cafe just around the corner and we can get the metro from there afterwards.’

When his sputtering old deathtrap wheezed onto the garage forecourt though, your heart practically sputtered out as well. There, in oil-stained overalls, was Rhokann.

He didn’t spot you to start with, but when you climbed out of the passenger side and closed the door, his eyes flickered to you and then away again. Then back in a huge, obvious double-take, and his face split into a hearty grin. “Hey,” he chuckled once he’d taken the keys from Luke. “I didn’t think I’d get the chance to see you again.”

“Neither did I,” you admitted, and Luke shot you a look. He was in his human form this time, but he was no less intimidating than he looked as a shifted werewolf. For all that he was happy to haul a fluffy, cartoon rabbit around a funfair all day without a lick of self-consciousness, he was a dedicated gym-rat and had the body to match, but while his commitment was certainly admirable, he wasn’t your type. Rhokann, on the other hand, with his strongman physique and solid layer of fat to soften the strength that lay beneath… unfff… It was hard to look at him for long without feeling your skin start to prickle with heat.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Luke asked you and you nodded.

“He came to my rescue at the fairground last weekend while you were showing that white rabbit the time of its life,” you grinned.

At that, Luke flushed. You weren’t the only one who liked Rhokann’s build, but the orc wasn’t looking at Luke’s incredibly toned arms, which were currently being deliberately shown off to amazing advantage by his tight, black t-shirt. No, Rhokann was looking at you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen in a year, and it was enough to make a cloud of butterflies erupt in your chest.

“Damn,” Luke hissed down at you, smirking. “You weren’t kidding about the ‘super hot orc guy’ thing.”

At that, your eyes went wide with horror and you smacked him in the chest with a wild flail of your hand. “I can’t believe Lily told you I said that, but you didn’t have to fucking repeat it!” you hissed around a strangled yelp. “In front of him,” you added through gritted teeth.

Rhokann chuckled quietly from a few feet away, and you turned quickly back to look at him. He raised one thick, black eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

Turning to Luke in desperation as a mild panic seeped across your brain, you blurted, “Didn’t you say they were super busy at breakfast? Come on, we’d better go…”

And with that, you bolted from the garage without waiting for Luke to follow.

You weren’t proud, and you were sorely disappointed in yourself for chickening out, but in your defence, your friend had just embarrassed the hell out of you in front of your hero of the day. What if Rhokann just thought you were some human with a crush now?

Luke caught up with you, looking back over his shoulder at Rhokann for a second, and then trotted down the road at your side. “Hey, wait, I’m… I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s ok,” you groaned. “I know how it feels when there’s a gorgeous guy standing there looking like… that… In your case, stupid stuff falls out of your mouth. In my case, I clam up.”

“Fair, but still,” Luke groused, holding the door of the cafe open for you and letting you step in ahead of him. “I’m sorry.”

The scent of coffee and sweet icing sugar wafted around you and you forgot your embarrassment for a bit, but the way you’d scuppered your chances haunted you for the rest of the morning at work.

By the time you got home, you were fractious and stimming and in need of some space to slough off the day on your own terms. When your phone chimed a little while later, you assumed it would be one of your friends, but it was an unknown number, and your heart skipped a beat.

‘Hey, it’s Rhokann. I hope this isn’t presumptuous of me. Your friend Luke gave me your number and said it was an apology, but he didn’t say what for. Anyway, if you’re not interested, just ignore this and block my number, but I’d love to see you again. Let me know if you’re up for that, and maybe we can figure something out soon. If not, I’m glad I met you all the same and I won’t contact you again.’

No one had ever said anything like that to you, and you stared at the text for a full five minutes.

The first person you texted though was Luke to yell at him affectionately in all caps. He called you back, and you accepted the call with a little huff that made him laugh with quiet fondness. “I’m sorry, Titch,” he said. “But I fucked up, and I figured he’d been about to ask for your number before you bolted…”

“Yeah, but I would have had the chance to say no…” you said.

“True, and I’m sorry I interfered again,” he sighed, and then after barely a beat had passed, “So are you gonna meet up?”

You rolled your eyes and flopped down onto the sofa. “I haven’t texted back. But probably.”

“Yes! He’s stunning. You saw those caps on his tusks though, right? He’s old school… He’s probably gonna go all-out to impress you…”

“So long as he doesn’t literally hunt and catch dinner for me, I don’t mind. Lily told me about orc courtship, and I am not interested in a whole fucking elk on my doorstep or something…”

“Nah, but he might challenge the chef to a death match for the honour of feeding you…”

“Oh please don’t even joke about it,” you groaned, and Luke did laugh, long and loud. “I’m hanging up now, you bastard.”

“Love you too, Titch,” he said, and hung up for you.

It took a while to figure out how to reply to Rhokann, but eventually you came up with something that you hoped didn’t sound super desperate and strange. ‘Sorry I bailed earlier like that. Luke has no shame, I swear, but I’ve told him off for going behind my back and we’re friends again now. You free this Friday evening?’

Before you could chicken out, you sent the message and sat back on the sofa, wringing your hands quietly in your lap and breathing steadily.

His reply came five minutes later. ‘If it helps, he was really awkward about broaching the topic with me when he came to collect his car. And yes I am free this Friday. What were you thinking?’

‘All on me then?’

‘I have suggestions but I wondered what you wanted. Cocktails at ‘IceCube and Henbane’? Catching that new movie they’re advertising all over town? Dinner somewhere? A walk along the river and takeaway from one of the food trucks? Any combination of those?’

Realising he was probably letting you decide on something that wouldn’t be as overstimulating as the funfair had been, you decided to keep being playful first. ‘You know henbane is poisonous to humans?’

‘They serve human-safe cocktails too, and non-alcoholic ones too that are just as good. Steer well clear of the naga-specific menu though because that shit could clean out a drain. Or strip the rust off your buddy’s car.’

You barked a laugh that echoed off the walls of your apartment. ‘I’ll tell him you said that.’

‘Go ahead, I said as much to him already.’

His texts had a cocky kind of confidence that he’d not really exuded on the day you’d met him at the fair, but then you remembered how he’d drawn himself up to his full height to shield you from those artless onlookers and flexed his shoulders just a fraction to make them back off, and you figured the two sides of him could probably sit well on his bulky frame after all.

‘Oof, I bet his ego took a hit with that. Let’s do cocktails and then maybe walk them off along the river afterwards?’

‘Sounds perfect. Shall I meet you somewhere first or meet there?’

You looked the place up online, which you probably should have done first in case it was out of your price range, and hit the map on the website to see where it was. Having arranged to meet him there, you signed off for the night and tried to get your mind to stop spinning. Somehow, despite two missed chances, the universe had thrown you a gift and a third chance in the form of Luke’s meddling.

That Friday, dressed in what you hoped would be an appropriate outfit for a cocktail bar in a swankier part of the city, you headed out with your heart in your throat.

Rhokann was impossible to miss, standing under the soft, orange light of the lamp outside the cocktail bar, and wow did he look good in black dress pants and a white shirt. His twin silver tusk-caps caught the light, and you noted that this time he had his hair tied back off his face in twin braids that melted into a single rope that hung down his spine.

He spotted you and turned to watch you walk towards him, but he didn’t make any kind of move towards you until you came to a stop in front of him and looked up into his softly smiling face.

“Hi,” you said awkwardly.

“Hi. You look gorgeous,” he added, eyeing you up and down in a way that made his gaze feel like a physical presence against your skin, and it was all you could do to repress a shiver.

You swallowed thickly. “Likewise.”

“Shall we head in?”

“Lead the way,” you said, not really wanting to walk into the unfamiliar space first. Rhokann just nodded and pushed the door open, holding it for you to enter behind him before heading into the softly-lit, wood-panelled bar.

It had the cosy, secretive air of a speakeasy, and as you wove through the tables behind the server who had looked Rhokann up and down and licked her lips in a very unsubtle display of interest, you spotted someone playing an upright piano in a far corner. Rhokann thanked the server politely and let his eyes drift back to you a moment later, the woman apparently forgotten. Something warmed in your chest and you took your seat opposite him.

He was one of those people that had real presence, and it wasn’t just his size that conjured it around him like a tangible aura. There was something about him that made people look at him, but his eyes never left you. After two menus had been set down before you, he said, “Tonight’s on me, if that’s alright?”

“You’re sure?”

Rhokann inclined his head and you caught sight of an earring dangling from his right ear. It looked like a piece of jet shaped like a small fang, polished and set in silver and dangling by a single link to a ball stud in his earlobe. He had silver rings up the line of cartilage to the pointed tips of his ears, and in the lobe of his left he had a simple silver stud. At the artfully-open neck of his white shirt, you could see the hint of an orcish tattoo and a whisper of dark hair that made something thrum through you again.

In contrast to your habit of moving around, he seemed still and calm as a monolith, and you found yourself drawn to that; drawn to his steadiness in a way you’d never experienced with anyone. Over the course of the next two hours, the two of you also talked in a way you’d never found easy with anyone. He listened, and in a measured, easy, back and forth of conversational give and take, you got to know each other.

His family was wealthy and lived in the country for the most part, and yes, they were very traditional by modern orcish standards. “You might think I’m pretty formal when it comes to orcish ways,” he said, looking self-conscious for the first time all evening, “But you should see my parents and my two older brothers…” He took a deep draw of his smoky, whisky cocktail and blew out a breath. The tip of his tongue caressed his lower lip just a little as he savoured the lingering taste, and your eyes tracked the movement hungrily.

To distract yourself, you eyed his silver tusk-caps and said, “I was going to ask about…” and tapped the side of your mouth awkwardly, not sure if you should really be asking about his orcish jewellery and personal tastes so soon.

To your relief, Rhokann smiled and brought his finger and thumb up to the right hand tusk. He lifted the cap off and turned it over in his hand for a second before handing it to you to look at. The tusk beneath gleamed beautifully in the low light, and you had been correct in guessing that his tusks were tipped with wickedly sharp points beneath them.

In your fingers, the cap was practically the size of a tiny shot glass, and you could see the orcish patterns engraved into its surface all the way around. “It’s beautiful,” you said. “My friend Lily told me a bit about orcish culture, but she doesn’t really keep to traditions, so I don’t know all that much. Just the things she personally doesn’t like. Which, to be fair, seems like a lot when you get her started on a rant.”

He laughed and delicately took the silver cap back from you when you held it out to him. He slid it easily back into place and said, “You can ask me anything you like. I figured your friend didn’t like me much when she gave me the once-over at the fairground.”

“She’s protective of the people she cares for,” you said. “It’s the one orcish trait she hasn’t abandoned. That, and showing off her muscles for her girlfriend.” The heady atmosphere and the slight rush of adrenaline that was coursing through you from being so close to him at last was making you bold, and you spoke before you’d realised you might actually be insulting him, but Rhokann only laughed.

“Ahh, those traits are etched into our DNA,” he said. “You’re gonna have to go a long way to find an orc who isn’t protective, and who doesn’t like to show off just a little bit.”

You stared pointedly at his muscles beneath the white shirt and then looked him in the eye. “If you’ve got it, why not show it off a bit.”

“Only if it works…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Can’t you tell?”

He leaned just a fraction closer and your heart skipped a beat or two as his big, brown eyes seemed to glow softly. “I’m getting some hints,” he purred. “You slipped through my fingers twice now,” he went on, bringing his hand up onto the table and laying it knuckle-down on the wooden surface between your empty glasses. “I’m not going to let a third time pass me by without a proper answer from you.”

“What’s the question?” you asked faintly.

He smiled. “Can I see you again after tonight?”

You nodded.

“You want to get out of here yet?”

Again, you nodded.

His smile returned, and you sat back in your seat while he hailed the server and paid for your drinks. He gave her a tip generous enough to make her blush, and then stood and looked down at you. “Ready?”

A third nod was all the answer you could muster, but he didn’t seem to think you rude.

He walked behind you this time as you led the way out, and when you stepped out into the balmy, end-of-summer evening, you heard him heave a huge sigh. Glancing back over your shoulder, you found him looking at you, and you flushed. “What?”

“I’m just glad I got the chance to see you again. I thought… I thought that was it when your friend bustled you away from me.”

“Why were you working there?” you asked bluntly. You wanted to know why he was working as a mechanic at a tiny garage on the edge of town too, if his family was so well-off, but you didn’t know him well enough to ask something so direct. “At the fair, I mean.”

He smiled. “I wanted to?” he shrugged. “I’ve always been the dutiful son — I went to a good university and got a respectable degree and got a sensible job, but I felt… choked.”

Rhokann sighed again and checked the street for traffic before gesturing with his hand for you to start crossing. You walked by his side as the pair of you headed towards the river, where a long, flat promenade stretched, and you listened to him talk. His beautiful, rumbling bass carried easily on the still evening, and it made you feel steady again amid the noise of the city behind you.

“I’m not on bad terms with my family or anything, but… after a close friend of mine passed last year, I decided that I was going to live my life on my terms, and not anyone else’s. My heritage is very important to me, but it’s not everything I am. My family doesn’t understand why I quit my career and got a summer job working at the fair of all places, or why I turned my love of cars and fixing things into a job as a mechanic.”

“If you’re happier now, that’s all that matters, right?” you said.

He grinned. “I’m happy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“You’re such a charmer.”

“If it works, right?” he chuckled. You got the impression there were depths to him that would slowly unravel to you over time, and you found yourself looking forward to it already.

“Yeah, it works,” you mumbled.

You walked along the embankment together for a while until his footsteps faltered and he asked, “Would you let me hold your hand?”

“Sure,” you smiled, hoping you didn't have sweaty palms.

His hands were rough and huge, but you made it work, and it was wonderful to have a physical connection with him after clicking over chat and drinks already.

In the lea of the oldest bridge that spanned the wide river, the two of you slowed and came to a natural halt to lean against the wall in easy silence, staring out at the water as it slid past in an inky, glittering ribbon.

Rhokann turned away from the view and the movement caught your attention, drawing your gaze up to his handsome face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked in a hoarse murmur.

“Yes.”

Leaning down, Rhokann placed his palms on your jaw and angled your head gently upwards, but he didn’t kiss you right away. He bit his lower lip and although his eyes narrowed, you saw the way his pupils widened hungrily. “You’re stunning,” he exhaled. “I… I’ve wanted to kiss you all night.”

“Stop talking about it then, and do it,” you teased.

His eyes flashed and he closed the distance between you, hunching over and pressing his mouth against yours. His tusks framed your mouth beautifully, the silver caps nudging into your cheeks a little as he kissed you senseless. You’d never been kissed like that. His hands left your face and wandered down to your waist, where he tightened his grip and picked you up, setting you down on the wide, stone wall that bordered the river. At that height, it was much easier for him to reach you, and he stepped closer, parting your knees to stand even nearer to you. You hooked your lower legs around his hips and let him kiss you over and over until your body felt like it was on fire.

Your fingers found the intricate plait of the braids on the side of his head and he moaned when you ran your fingertips over the pattern. “I want you,” he said. “Not tonight if you don’t want it, but I need you to know I want you. However you’d like…”

“I want you too,” you breathed back in the scant space between you, foreheads touching. It felt more intimate than any words you’d ever spoken, but it also felt true.

Your hands moved to grip his huge, rounded shoulders and you squeezed before running your palms across his pecs. His chest heaved and he sounded out of breath when he said, “My place isn’t far from here. You want to come back to mine?”

You nodded.

He lifted you down and took a moment with his eyes closed to breathe carefully. In the light of a nearby street lamp, you could see the impressive tent in his trousers, and you bit back a smile.

“Told you I want you,” he said when he caught you looking. “Come on.”

Flattered and a little intimidated, you walked with him back to his apartment. It wasn’t anything showy like a penthouse overlooking the city, but it was in a nice part of town, and it felt secure and homely as you followed him into the lift. In a small rush of bravery, you placed your hand at the small of his back and you felt as much as heard the groan of pleasure he let out in the small confines of the elevator. His skin radiated heat through the fabric, and you splayed your fingers, feeling the solid muscle and the slight softness there too that made you ache inside and out for him.

By the time you got to his front door, he was taking deliberately steady breaths, but the moment you were inside, he lost a little of that composure. “I’d offer you a drink, or —” You silenced him by reaching up and pressing your thumb along his lip before drawing him down to kiss you again. Part of you wanted him to take you right there in the hallway, but you had hoped for something a little more comfortable.

Rhokann undressed you carefully but insistently, and between the front door and his stylish, modern bedroom you left a trail of your clothes and his, until you were both in only your underwear by the time you were standing beside his massive bed.

Dark sheets stretched neatly across its huge expanse, and he let you push him down to sit on the edge of the mattress, gazing up at you with his hands resting at your hips, thumbs drawing idle lines across the fabric of your underwear. The evidence of his arousal was obvious, and a darker wet patch had started to seep into the material at the tip of his cock.

His body was soft but strong in the kind of way that you’d always adored. His paunch was evident, but his arms were like anchor cables, and while he might not have had the lean look of a social media gym-junkie, he could outlast any of them in a show of strength.

“I never thanked you,” you said, reaching around to the back of his head for the plait that you’d wanted to feel in your hands since the first time you’d seen him.

“For what?” he asked breathlessly. His pupils were huge and the light reflected in his warm eyes like a cat’s in the dark. Desire swept through you in a heady rush.

Slowly, taking your time about it, you straddled his lap and sank yourself down to grind your hips decadently against his, and when his hard cock moved against your body, he let out a long, broken moan.

You tightened your hold on his braid and the sound he made would stay with you forever. The deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest and his eyes rolled back behind fluttering eyelids. Beneath you, you felt his cock twitch.

“Please,” he gasped. His grip tightened on your hips and he shuddered like he was losing control of all his strength, fighting to keep from having his way with you. The jet earring dangling from his right ear glinted softly as it swayed like a tiny pendulum in the void between his earlobe and his shoulder.

“I never thanked you for taking such good care of me,” you said.

The orc responded exactly as you’d expected he would, and gave a throaty hum of pleasure.

“When I needed you, you protected me… got me out of there…”

You’d chosen your words very carefully, and Rhokann arched his spine, jutting his hips up and practically begging to fuck you without uttering a word.

You twisted his braid around your hand one more time and he tipped his head back, following the direction of the force you put on his head. The lick of red in his forelock looked perfect in the warm light of his bedroom, and you had been right about the orcish tattoos that covered his chest, right down to his hips. He also had the most delicious chest hair and the dark trail that ran down from his navel to the waistband of his tight boxer-briefs was gradually making you lose your mind.

“You were patient and understanding, and you didn’t mind that I didn’t have my words then,” you went on. “But I have them now, don’t I?”

“You do,” he choked. “You do. Please… Please…”

“Let me thank you properly then,” you said, and climbed carefully off his lap. You looked pointedly at his underwear and said, “Off.”

“Only if you do to,” he said, and you knew you’d met your counterpart in him.

He gave and took in equal measure, and as the two of you lost yourselves tangled in his sheets that night, you knew he was going to be the best thing that could have happened to you. The two of you moved in perfect synchrony, and you came apart within a heartbeat of each other. Rhokann made a mess of the sheets and you made more noise than you’d ever made coming in your life, and when the two of you lay back, sweaty and satiated at last, he wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered.

“Thank the gods for third chances,” you smiled and he laughed quietly. “And meddling werewolves.”

“Indeed. Come here.” He tugged you against his body so that you were lying half-propped against him, with one arm draped over his soft middle, and you trailed your fingers up the centre of his chest. “You staying the night?”

You nodded, and hoped it would be the first of many.

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Pondering Fate While Ignoring The Obvious

A Ten Inch Hero Story

~Priestly has got it so bad for Tish that he can barely see past the end of her... well, her back end, anyway. He's love sick and forever rejected, constantly stuck inside his own head. When a new girl in town starts messing with him, he quickly loses his cool...~

Boaz Priestly x F!Reader

2,511 Words

Warnings: Nuttin' but fluff and banter. ;)

A/N: This is another square for my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt is "Backhanded Compliment/Convenience Store/Sugar Addict"

Now listen- I've never written for this movie before, but I had so much fun doing it. If you've seen the movie, I think you'll love this. If you haven't seen it, you may not totally get it, but you'll still love it because it's cute and fluffy and I said so. Give it a chance ;)

Another day, another spicy Italian with no oil and no vinegar. How you could eat a hero dry was a question he could never quite grasp the answer to, but in the end, did another weird order really matter? He’d put a condom on the bun if they asked for it. Maybe not a used one, but then again, Tish was looking extra spicy herself today.

Tish. Goddamnit. There she goes flirting with every male in existence except him. There she is leaning over the counter in that not-so-sneaky way that pushes her tits up and out, giving everyone and their mother a look into the valley of the Promised Land. 

For fuck’s sake, if she’d only do that for him. 

Then again, nothin’ he hadn’t seen before. 

Fingers snapped in front of his face and Priestly blinked himself back into reality. 

“Can I help you?” he asked, still half dazed and half hard after staring so intently at his coworker. 

Piper sighed. “Yeah. You gotta make a run down the street.” 

He sighed harder. “You know, you ladies are capable of patronizing the convenience store now and then. It’s not really hard. You just pick out what you need and exchange it for cash.” 

The tiny blonde pouted and batted her lashes. “Please? My feet hurt from standing all day.” 

He scoffed. “And mine don't?” 

“I’m not used to it. I’m delicate.” 

Priestly scratched at the bright green spikes that sat atop his head for the day, masquerading as a hairstyle. He frowned but relented. “Fine. Gimme the list.” 

He saw her from the street. He wasn’t purposely peeping through the window like a stalker, but he felt like it all the same. It wasn’t his fault, not really. Things mostly stayed the same around town, so when something was different, when someone new showed up, it tended to stick out a bit. 

The new girl at the register was cute, not particularly daring in her style or makeup palette, but she was attractive. Probably the thing Priestly noticed first was the lollipop stick hanging from her painted lips. 

His entrance was announced by the jangling of bells and she looked up as he came in. She smiled around the pop and twirled the white paper stick between her fingers. 

“Welcome.” 

He looked back at her over his shoulder and nodded. “Hey.” 

Slowly, she pulled the treat from her mouth and licked the very tip. Her tongue was as red as the pop and Priestley was sure that his cheeks were turning the same shade. He cleared his throat quickly and turned back, going about his business. 

The store was otherwise empty except for Mr. Jacobson, the old man who never seemed to go anywhere but was always wherever you went. He was currently lingering at the end of the aisle, amazed at the sheer amount of chip flavors the new millennium had to offer. 

“Back in my day we had regular and salt & vinegar, and we were grateful!”

Priestly laughed under his breath and looked over the rack at the register. She was laughing softly as well, and when their eyes met, she didn’t shy away. 

He did; quickly tearing his gaze from the cherry pop and focusing on the aluminum foil instead. There was no use flirting with her anyway- she’d never go for him. She looked too normal, too pretty to fall for his shenanigans. Best not to even think about it. 

Arms fully stocked, he headed her way, keeping his eyes on the black and gray tiled floor and praying she wouldn’t make his heart race any faster. 

She sucked hard on the Blow Pop and then took a bite, making him jump. Sugar crackled between her teeth and she winked.

“I hope you overcharge them,” she said dryly, staring him down. 

Confusion took the place of shyness and Priestly’s face scrunched up. “What?” he snapped, jerking away from the counter. 

The girl rolled her eyes and went about ringing up his order without another word. 

Cash exchanged, Priestly thanked her and walked out, still wondering what the hell she was talking about. 

Monday. 

Priestly stared out the front window, wondering if the day was going to go his way or not. He knew he shouldn’t bother pondering the Fates, because they always seemed against him, but he liked to think he had some hope tucked away somewhere beneath the Manic Panic hair dye and all the metal sticking out of his head. If there was, he couldn’t find any today. 

Tish was late, as usual, probably rolling out of some strange guy’s arms and fishing for her bra underneath the bed. 

Someday… someday, that’d be his bed she was searching under. Someday, those would be his arms she rolled out of. He just had to keep hoping.

Or not. He really didn’t care. 

The sun was too bright, the grill was too hot. He hated everything. 

Except the sound of bubblegum popping behind him. He didn’t seem to hate that. 

With spatula in hand, he turned and startled just enough to make the bubblegum appear between coyly smiling pink lips. 

“Hey.” 

Priestley squinted. “You’re that chick from the store.” 

Annoyance crept onto her face. “And you’re that dude with too much eyeliner.” 

He laughed before realizing she was insulting him and ended up jolting up on his toes awkwardly, half a smile curled on his lip. 

He cleared his throat. “Priestly.”

She squinted. “Like Elvis?” 

He shrugged. “And you are?” 

“Hungry.” 

Slapping a five on the counter, she picked up her hero and spun away, heading toward the door. She turned to push it open with her backside and popped her gum again. 

Her eyes were glued to him and Priestly felt his stomach flip. He met her gaze and she smiled. 

“I always do.” 

He wanted to say something, to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but she was gone before the words reached his tongue. 

“Always do what?” 

Jen turned her head his way, but her eyes were still locked on the computer screen. “What’s up?” 

He sighed. “Nothing. Just a weird girl from…nothing.”

It was nothing. She was just the weird girl from down the street. And anyway, he was supposed to be hating everything today, not shifting his ponderance to the mystery of the gum chewing, pop crunching girl from the convenience store. 

“Nothing.”  

Blue hair; don’t care. 

Priestly cracked an egg on the grill and watched the edges sizzle. He wasn’t great at a lot of things, but cooking eggs was something he did exceptionally well. The butter bubbled around the perimeter, curling the whites just slightly, and he pushed the tip of his spatula against it. 

Not ready yet. 

The girls were, yet again, chatting about men, and he kept one ear on the sizzle and the other in their conversation. 

“I just don’t understand how hard it is to find. It’s right there.” Tish laughed and pushed a delicate hand back through her hair. “It’s a clit, not the Holy Grail.” 

Priestly raised a brow. “Some would call it that though,” he interjected. 

She rolled her eyes. “You would.”

Offended, he sucked in a quick breath. “Ya know something-” 

She turned, one hand on her hip, waiting. “Yeah?”  

His lips pursed and dejected, he turned back to the grill. “Forget it.” 

“Thought so,” she laughed. 

God, she was such a bitch sometimes. OK, most times, but still.

Tish went back to leaning on the counter and he took the opportunity to peek at her ass. 

Behind him, a throat was cleared. 

Priestly sighed, knowing what was waiting for him when he turned. Or, rather, who. 

“You again.” He batted his lashes. 

She smacked her lips. “Me again.” From her pocket, she withdrew a pink Starburst and fiddled with the wrapper. 

He eyed the candy and followed it to her mouth. Her lips were darker today and it reminded him of the cherry pop. “You eat too much sugar, you know that?”

She smiled gently. “And you dye your hair too much. That isn’t good for you. All those chemicals are gonna fry your brain.” 

“Joke’s on you, it’s already fried- shit!” Fried egg. Burnt to a crisp. “Damnit.” 

Sugar Girl swallowed a laugh and the Starburst. 

He turned around, annoyed at himself and her laughter. “Are you- do you want something?” 

“Yup.” She nodded and took her order from Piper, who was holding a small, paper-wrapped hero. “Thanks.” 

Green eyes narrowed on her smile. She was weird. Way too weird. And kinda rude. 

“You ever gonna tell me your name?” he asked, calling out as she pushed open the door. 

“Sure,” she replied, “Soon as I get my free sample.” 

“Huh?” 

Confusion always seemed to linger when she left, that and the smell of strawberries. Or cherries, or whatever she’d been sucking on. 

Sucking on…

His eyes flickered over to Tish and he wondered if she was as good at sucking things as she claimed.

It was raining and he was cranky. 

He’d missed his alarm, the car wouldn’t start, and a passing bus nearly drenched him head to toe. 

It wasn’t supposed to rain at the beach. It was practically against the law. Nature’s law, anyway. 

And to top it all off, Tish was bragging about the amazing night she’d had with a handsome stranger visiting from New York. 

“He’s just in town for a few days, so it’s nothing serious,” she explained to a wide-eyed Piper who was drinking down every word. “But man, I wouldn’t be mad if it was. He’s… tall and handsome and-” 

Priestly cleared his throat. “Ya know I’m pretty tall.” 

She clicked her tongue. “And?” 

His heart ached at her callousness. “And… just thought I’d remind you.”

Maybe she didn’t know what she was doing to him, but he thought his advances were fairly obvious. Maybe she was just a bitch.

Jen derailed his thought train with a shopping list she’d printed out. 

He shook his head. “No.” 

“Please?”

The shop on the corner was the last place he wanted to go. Nameless Sugar Girl was the last person he wanted to see. “Why do I always have to go?” He pouted and gestured to the window. “It’s pouring rain out there.” 

Jen looked up with puppy-dog eyes. “Which is why I’m asking you to please go.” 

A heavy sigh was his only reply. Priestly grabbed the paper from her hand, crumpling it beyond repair, and set out into the downpour. 

He was dripping by the time he made it down the street. He sneered at the water on his face, rolled his eyes at the welcome mat, swatted viciously at the bells as they rang above his head. 

“Rough morning?” she asked, watching his huffy entrance. 

He scowled. “You could say that.” 

A peppermint rolled on her tongue and the red and white stripes caught his eye. “Well, lemme know if you need any assistance.” 

Priestly ran a hand through his teal-tinted hair and shook out a puddle’s worth of rain. “Yeah. Thanks.” 

It took him a while to collect the goods, having trouble finding the right paper towels that would fit into the holder in the bathrooms. He’d never had any issues in the store before; seemed like someone had rearranged. 

Someone. 

He looked across the rows of sundries and wondered what her deal was. Hell, he still didn’t even know her name. Not that he wanted to, of course. 

Of course. 

Finally, and with much annoyance, he arrived at the register. 

She laughed softly as he unloaded his arms. 

He shook his head. “What?” 

“I… I shouldn’t even touch this one.” 

He had no clue what she was talking about, he never did, and he was at the end of his rope. 

His patience snapped. “What?”

She sat back, clearly hurt by his tone. “Your shirt.” 

She pointed at his chest and he looked down, reading the big black letters upside down. 

‘Save a tree, eat a beaver’

His shoulders fell. “Oh. Yeah. Whatever.” 

“Yeah,” she echoed, the sting heavy in her voice. “Whatever.” 

He couldn’t take it anymore. Dropping a can of coffee onto the counter, he slapped his palms down on either side of it and leaned in. 

“Ya know, everytime I see you, you’ve got something snarky to say.”

Her eyes went wide. “Snarky?” She frowned. “I thought I was flirting.” 

The fight drained out of him along with the blood in his cheeks. Confused once more. “Uh… what?” 

Pushing herself up off the stool, she mirrored his pose, hands falling dangerously close to his. “Flirting,” she said again. “It’s an ancient ritual in which a sexually interested party attempts to lure their prey into bed with witty and charming wordplay.”

He balked. “I know what flirting is!” 

She glared. “Then why haven’t you picked up on the fact that I’ve been trying to pick you up for weeks now?”

“I uh…” His elbows buckled and he stood up fully. “You have?” No way. She wasn’t…

Memories of the past month flooded his mind. Each time he’d seen her she was smiling at him, not being snarky. She was teasing him, answering the ridiculous sayings on his shirt. 

‘I sell crack for the CIA.’ … “I hope you overcharge them”

‘Surf naked.’ … “I always do.” 

‘Orgasm Donor - Ask for your free sample’ … “As soon as I get my free sample.”

It had been smacking him in the damned face and he hadn’t seen it. She had been playing with him the whole time, not trying to annoy him. She wanted him to notice her, but he was too busy dreaming of Tish, wondering when she’d notice him. 

He sucked in a stunned breath. “You have. Wow.”

A tiny smile returned to her cherry lips. “Come on, I know you’re not as dumb as your fashion sense implies.”

Priestly felt a dip in his gut, something fluttering around inside. He grinned. “Oh, I’m way dumber.” 

Reaching across the counter, she grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him close. “Good.”

Her lips were soft, the kiss as sweet as the candy she was always eating. He breathed her in as her tongue swept over his.  He was stunned, confused but in a good way. Maybe he needed to push Tish aside and pay more attention to the world around him. Maybe this was a good thing. A really good thing. His eyebrows raised in surprise, his blood pressure raised even higher.

She pulled away slowly, her lips lingering on his. 

“You get it now?” 

She waited, blinking at him with the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. He should have looked sooner, closer; should have given her a chance.  

“Yeah,” he whispered in a laugh. “I think I do.” 

Another kiss, a press of her hand at the nape of his neck. 

“You ever gonna tell me your name?” 

She smiled. “Y/N.”

He reached for her cheek; fingers landing lightly on her soft skin. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

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His Promise > P3.

Warning(s): Age Gap, mentions of bodily fluids, consensual sex between teen/older male, violence, triggering subjects, mentions of harassment, bullying, and/or sexual violence against minors (not by Rio!), physical assault, dark humor, and who knows what else…

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Part one | Part two | Part three |

Description//: In which Rio was your father’s close friend, until your father was locked up and in order to pay him back for taking a wrap for him, he sets out to take you in after your fathers arrest.

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He nodded his head. “Yeah, remember I used to be in your father’s gym all the time. So, when she would come, I would see her. But, let’s get going though. We have a long day ahead of us and I wanna get us breakfast.” You nod, following him out the house. He tossed you the keys. “You’re driving.” You smiled, rushing around to the driver side door of his black g-wagon. Backing out the driveway, you followed his directions. “Where we headed?”

“Same diner we ate at yesterday then from there, you and me gonna have a little workout.” You chuckled. “Work out?”

He nods his head. “Workout.” He repeated back to you. You were curious as to what he’d meant, You were not about to do anything crazy, You both entered the diner. He ordered what he wanted and you ordered what you wanted. You smiled as they brought out two big stacks of pancakes with syrup and butter and some eggs and bacon to the side. “Coffee, please.” You smiled up at the waitress. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Coffee?” You nod your head. “I don’t really like it, it’s just something I did with my dad and whenever I miss him, I crave it.” You answered him. He sat with his back against the wall his feet propped up and arm around the top of the booth, his eyes scanning the diner. “You not gonna eat?” You asked him

“I’m about to.” He leans forward looking down at his phone then at you. “You say you like your school, what child in their right mind likes school?”

You laugh. “I do. I mean, I’m a nerd. I love school, I just love to learn new things.” You shrug your shoulders. Rio dipped his fries into ketchup. “Steak and fries for breakfast?” He nodded his head, Rio wasn’t much of a morning breakfast kind of guy, although he liked the occasional waffle. He found himself wanting steak and fries this morning, him being a regular and this place being one of his money laundering businesses, he got what he wanted. “Perfect meal for the day.” He cut into his steak after applying steak sauce. Your mouth watered at the delicious sight of the well-done steak. You didn’t see how people ate their steak uncooked, it was just nasty.

“You want some?”

You shook your head no, biting into your pancake stacks that were on your fork. You smiled. “I’m good, thanks though.” He nods his head. He knew he was about to work this steak off so he wasn’t too worried. He still couldn’t believe how much you’d grown, he always knew that you would turn out to be a beautiful and respectful young lady, and you turned out just like he thought. At the moment, he didn’t think much of his attraction to you because at the moment, you was like his niece and his friends kid. “When the last time you talked to your dad?”

“Last time we talked was the day they hauled him away in handcuffs. I mean he tried to call a few times, but, I haven’t seen or spoken to him since.”

Rio rubbed the side of his face. “Why you so hard on him? It was self defense.” You tapped the butt-end of your fork on the table, looking at Rio. Shaking you head, you rolled your eyes. “That’s what he says and wants me to believe. But I saw the photos. That man was beaten to a pulp. I’ve seen my dad beating someone in self defense. That’s not it. He beat that man with more than just his fist.” You we’re adamant on your belief. You loved your father, you wanted to believe in his innocence. “And I looked into his eyes, he lied to my face about what happened.” You pushed your food to the side.

“Can we not talk about him?”

Rio licked his lips. “No, mama. Because obviously there’s something you’re missing and clearly you got some anger towards your father. Does it matter what he did? He did what he had to do. He’s still your father.” You shook your head. “My father left me alone out here. He made a decision that gave him life in prison without the possibility of parole, he made me another stereotype. A black girl in a rich school whose father is locked up. Every day I go to school, kids pull at my hair, calling me all kinds of names. Calling me the seed of a murderer. Do you not know the humility I face every day?”

“And you think this decision was easy on him?”

You shook your head. “Rio.. you don’t get it. You want me to forgive him because you’re in the same line of work, and you want me to be forgiving of you if you choose a path that lands you in prison. Well, sorry to tell you but you wouldn’t matter to me. I appreciate you for helping me and all you’re doing but, if you went down.. there wouldn’t be a need to forgive you.” Rio shook his head. “You say that now. But I’m not saying what I’m saying for that. I have a son. Every day I’m out here doing what I do, is another day I’m missing out on being the father he deserves. Disappointing him. Disappearing every year. I barely see my kid. But my son knows that I love him, and if anything g were to happen to him- I would be the one handling shit.” He spoke stern. “You need to forgive your father because god forbid something happens to him in there, you wouldn’t forgive yourself. Your father is a good man. He’s no cold blooded murderer, don’t let the world change your views on him.”

You sighed. “So you have a heart now?”

“I never said I didn’t have one. I took you in, didn’t I?” You shook your head. Rio chuckled lightly, he sat up straight with his feet back on the ground. He looked at you, his hands joined together. “I’ve done some shit in my day. Shit I’m not proud of, things I do regret but at the same time that I don’t regret. I’m a bad man, a bad person.. but, I also have heart. But your dad? He’s a good man, he’s as good as it gets, Y/n.” You nod your head and sighed deeply, moving your braids behind your shoulder. “So, you ready to go to our next destination?” You nod your head.

Your eyes settled full of water. You stood outside your father’s gym that once was covered in crime scene tape and had a big foreclosure sign on the door, was now surrounded with new paint, some cars, and the tape was no longer there. “Rio?” Your voice croaked. He turned his head. “I bought it. It’s in your name now so it’s yours. It won’t ever be taken from you or your father again. I even upgraded a few things.” You were in awe. He was so different from his demeanor or his appearance. He was so sweet. “Let’s get inside and get to the business.” You followed Rio inside, looking around at all he had done with the place.

“It looks so good in here.” You complimented his handy work

Rio nods. “Appreciate it. Why don’t you change into some thing more suitable.” Disappearing into the locker room, you gather everything you needed, you dressed in some shorts and a sports bra. Although it was a little too exposing for your liking, it was all right with you. You pulled your hair up into a high ponytail just as a man came in the room, you jumped. “Knock!” He held his hand up. “My bad, I’m sorry.” He smiled, backing out the room. You smiled slightly because he was kind of cute. You shook yourself out of your thoughts, walking out the room, seeing the guy from earlier. He smiled in your direction as he walks over to you. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t even know that anyone was in there.”

“It’s ok, maybe knock next time.” You grabbed some gloves.

He looked around the gym. “You new here? I’ve never seen you around here before.” You fumbled with your fingers hoping someone would rescue you. “I-uh, I haven’t been here since it reopened,” you looked from your gloves as you nervously place your hands inside and brought your eyes to his perfectly designed abs and pecs, to his face. “Ah, well, I’m-” before he could introduce himself, Rio yells for you as he entered the ring. “Y/n, let’s go! We don’t have all day mama.”

“Oh, you with Rio?” He slightly stepped back.

You nod. “Uh yeah.. he’s a friend.” The guy nodded his head. “Oh okay. Well, I’ll let you get to that and I’ll see you around?” You nod your head starting to walk towards the ring, turning to speak to him one last time but he’d scattered off to the punching bag in the corner. “Distractions will get you hurt in this business.” Rio said to you as he stood at the door. “What business?” He shook his head. “Let’s go.”

“Fine. I’m fighting you?”

He nods his head. “Yep. I wanna see how much of your skills you remember.”

“Okay.” You shrugged. You two started boxing, he swung but you dodged it punching him in the face with a right hook. He shook his head bouncing a little. “Good, good. But that’s just first luck. Don’t be cute. Pretend I’m those people at school that pick on you. Don’t let up on me.”

You squelched. “Oh my! Rio! I’m so sorry.” You held your face as he sat there with a face full of blood, wiping the blood from his lips and nose. He coughed spitting the blood on the mat. “It’s all right. I told you, don’t go easy on me. What you apologizing for?” He laughed like a maniac, you were taken back. You had just almost beat this man face in and he’s laughing like it didn’t phase him. “I just almost beat your face in and you’re laughing?”

“Girl, you gotta do better then this to scare me. You did good. I’m proud of you.”

You raised an eyebrow as he stood to his feet. “Careful. You could have a concussion.” He smiled, looking down at you as you held him up, his ribs bruised from the constant punches and kicks you gave him. “You know, you got skills.” He smiled down at you. “Skills?” He nods. “Yeah, you ever thought of boxing professionally?”

“Mm, no. This is just something I do with my dad. It’s not something I see myself doing full time. It helps me blow off steam.”

He nods wrapping his arm around you. It was only the two of you now, as much as everyone wanted to continue watching Rio, who was never beat in the ring- get his ass beat more, he didn’t allow it. It was just the two of you, tussling and fighting on the mat. You felt alive again. You felt in control again. He sat down on the bench, looking up at you, you sat next to him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He looked over at you. “All of this.”

He shrugged. “You welcome. You don’t have to thank me for doing what’s right.” You smile, nodding your head. He looked at you, his thumb brushed against the busted lip he gave you and the glowing shiner. “I at least got a good couple punches in.” You laugh. “Yeah but how am I supposed to go to school tomorrow like this?”

“Mm, we will think about that when the time comes.”

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 22

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

I had gotten through Dr. Stevenson’s class with flickering eyes in the dim lighting. Knowing that Dr. Miller was right next door teaching his other course had me thinking about him.

Was he making people laugh? What material was he teaching? And the question I tried not to let creep into my jealous, little mind - is he attracted to anyone in that class? I don't know why I did that to myself, but I couldn't help my inner baseless insecurities. Still, I didn't let it consume me. I was the one who had a key to his house. I was the one who was attending his sister’s wedding in a few weeks. I was the one sleeping beside him on a nightly basis.

Be cool, I told myself. Our romance was too hot and steamy for me to attempt, or even pretend, to be cool.

When I wandered out into the hallway in the crowd of other students, I glanced down toward the closed door near the end of the hall and smiled to myself. I then whipped out my phone to find text messages from both Dr. Miller and James - who had been walking me to my car regularly on Wednesday nights.

Before clicking on Dr. Miller’s, I expected his typical racy text that made the extra hour without him feel ten times as long. I smiled to myself when it read: Please be careful. Let me know when you get home. I still don't trust the campus security.

I had to admit I enjoyed Dr. Miller’s healthy dose of jealousy towards James. It made me feel less guilty for having my own insecure thoughts. I guess it was just human nature, to some degree.

I wrote him back, promising I would text him when I arrived at my car and then again at home. I added a heart emoji and hit send before moving on to James’s text, which let me know he’d see me in the parking lot. A part of me felt just a bit needy for asking him to come by every Wednesday at this time; but I knew Dr. Miller’s concerns for my safety wouldn't allow for me to be alone after dark on campus - even for just a minute or two. I didn’t particularly think I needed James, but I know, despite his distaste for another male to come to my aid, it made Dr. Miller feel better. That was enough for me.

Gotta pee, long ride home! I texted back to James, adding, See ya in a second. Thanks!!

I stuffed my phone back into my bag and wandered into the women's bathroom in a nook by the elevators.

When I hung my bag and sat in the stall, my phone buzzed again. Tori.

Her text came through: Hey, thanks for the two months in advance. You didn’t have to! Btw, I have a huge question. Nothing bad. Call when you can.

Big question? What could it be? And I certainly didn’t pay two months in advance.

Dr. Miller. It had to be him.

I quickly tapped her name and hit the little phone icon and put the receiver up to my ear.

“Hey!” My friend answered in a cheery voice, “Didn’t think you’d call back so quickly!”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Ahh…” She breathed the word and I knew she was hesitant to ask whatever it was she was about to. “So.. um.. Derek.”

I smiled to myself, thinking I had an inclination of what this was about. And I actually thought it would solve a few of my inner monologue issues, especially since Dr. Miller insisted on having me at his place every night.

“You want him to move in,” I speculated. It caused a long pause on the other end and I finally asked, “Tori?” Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they broke up. Maybe-

“Yeah. I feel like a dirtbag for asking-”

“Why?” I practically shouted, and then put a hand over my mouth with a little laugh when I heard the door open to the restroom.

“Because it’s our place and I know adding a dude to the mix could make it awkward.”

“Well.. honestly.. Dr.-” I caught myself and stopped for a second.

“Doctor?”

“I.. well.. Hmm..” I reset. “Joel gave me a key to his place.”

“What!?” Tori exclaimed.

“I know I've been staying there a lot,” I went on.

“(Y/N) it's totally okay.” She laughed. “So, is he like your hot sugar daddy?”

I laughed again and glanced to the side when I heard someone shuffling around. “No. I am falling for him pretty hard though.” And then I added, “I think it's great if Derek moves in.”

“Really?” Tori squeaked.

“Really.”

“I feel like we haven't seen each other. We need to meet up this week and really talk.”

“Definitely. How about Friday after work?”

“Yes!”

“Okay. Congrats on Derek.”

“Congrats on your hot old man.”

I laughed. “Alright. I'll see you soon.”

“Bye.”

The door handle turned and I cleared my throat. “Oh, someone’s in here.” A knock followed. “Be right out.”

I got myself together and felt the muscles in my stomach tense when there was another, louder knock. This time I didn’t answer right away. And then came a loud bang that caused me to jump back a few inches. I almost shrieked but I held it in.

“I’ll be right out!” I shouted now, beginning to use my phone. When the door handle twisted again, I used the best verbal defense I could think of. “I’m calling campus security!”

The pounding stopped. The door handle twisting stopped. I breathed heavily a few times and swallowed hard as I heard the faintest sound of footsteps. As badly as I wanted to peek out of the crack in the door, fear had me pinned against the wall of the bathroom stall.

I heard the creak of the door and then there was silence. I began texting Dr. Miller, though before I hit send I stopped myself. He was teaching a class. I didn’t want to bother him and pull him out of class. Not to mention there was no good reason why, according to the university, I should be phoning my professor.

“Fuck.” I whispered the word to myself. I wanted to call him, but I knew it wouldn’t be a good look. On the same note, I knew when I told him about this later, he’d be pissed that I didn’t call him.

I went with my next best option. James.

Until I heard the door crack open again, and my friend’s familiar voice called hesitantly into the women’s bathroom, I remained behind the locked door - not that someone couldn’t have gotten under the bottom of it if they really wanted to. Still, I wasn’t about to tiptoe out, only to be ambushed.

“(Y/N),” James called, “It’s me. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I cleared my throat and finally managed to open the door. I quickly washed my hands and then hurried back out into the civilization - which at the moment was only James and I.

“Are you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah.” I took a deep breath and brushed my hair back. “I don’t even know what happened. I was.. I don’t know if someone was just being impatient, or..” My eyes met his, “I don’t know.”

“Did it seem like a threat?”

I shrugged. “They tried opening the door, and I told them I was in there. And then they just kept knocking and pounding at the door and twisting the handle.” I shook my head, “It was probably someone just having a bad day, or.. I don’t know.”

“Let’s make it a formal complaint,” James suggested, but I shook my head.

“No. No, I’m sure it was nothing.”

“You have to,” he insisted, “You can’t be too careful. With everything that’s happened here, it needs to be reported.” James pulled out a small notebook from his shirt pocket.

I scrunched my nose. “Do you have to include my name?”

He shook his head. “I’ll keep that part to myself.” James made a face, “Unless they really need it for some reason.”

“Okay.” I agreed. He took the details of what had happened and then proceeded to walk me the rest of the way to my car, flashing his light in my back seat just before I hopped in.

“Thank you, James.” I gave him a hug. “I appreciate your help.”

“You’re welcome.” He gave a small grin. “Any time you need someone, I’m here. I know you take a few night classes here so just make sure you don’t walk alone.”

“I won’t.”

“Be careful.”

I nodded and began to duck into the driver’s seat.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Yeah?” I glanced up at him as I settled in.

“Do you still live on that dead end street with Tori?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Why?”

James shrugged. “You just said you had a long ride home. I didn’t know if you moved, or if you were staying with your parents or something.”

“Oh.” Shit, I had slipped. “Yeah, tonight I’m actually.. Staying somewhere else.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows rose and fell and it appeared as though he was waiting for an explanation. When I failed to elaborate James cleared his throat. “Well, stay safe.”

“Thanks for helping me out.”

“No problem.”

I waved goodbye and closed the door, locking it as I started it up. Before I put it in drive, Dr. Miller’s text came through, asking if I was on my way home.

How much do I tell him right now?

I hesitated before leaving it at: Pulling out of the parking lot now.

Are you okay to be in that big house alone? He asked.

The thought did freak me out a bit. But I knew it was probably the safest place for me to be. If it wasn’t, Dr. MIller wouldn’t be comfortable sending me off there alone.

I wrote back: If I say no will you hurry home?

I’ll hurry home anyway.

I smiled to myself and began the drive back up the desolate highway into the heart of the Catskills. After weeks of spending the night at Dr. MIller’s mansion, I couldn’t imagine not staying there.

The longer I drove with my music playing, the less I thought of the incident in the bathroom. It was when I finally reached the tall, steel gates surrounded by nothing but woods that my anxiousness grew. I had to physically get out of the car to do the code. That was when all thoughts of the bathroom came rushing back.

Dr. Miller was over a half hour away. He wasn’t here to protect me. What if that was some psycho killer? What if someone was here now? My mind rushed to all the worst case scenarios now that I was forced with the task of getting out of the car to open the gates. It was dark. It was scary - at least without Dr. Miller it was.

“Grow up,” I whispered to myself. I knew if I was going to be living there, or kind of living there, that I would have to do this.

I opened the door and hugged my body, glancing around at the swaying trees all around me. Snow still sat in patches around the area from the small storms and the pavement was dark and damp.

2003. It was four numbers, and then I could get back in the car, drive up, get comfortable and wait for my knight in shining armor.

I left the car door open and clutched my keys as I slowly paced the uphill pathway toward the key pad. A whistle from the wind made me whip around in all directions and I had to catch my breath and remind myself that I was fine. It was just the desolate surroundings and the murders on campus that had me jumpy.

Very valid reasons, I reminded myself.

I reached for the keypad and punched in 2-0 as a set of headlights rolled up the drive, illuminating trees off to the left as it rounded a bend before was in the crosshairs of the beams.

That was the last straw. I didn't know whether to keep typing or run back to my car. I did neither. I froze.

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[jaymadii]

CHANGE OF HEART [O!Bakugo Katsuki x A!Male Reader]

You and Bakugo had a complicated history to say the least; in the romantic sense. Back in your UA days you had attempted to court him. You two had been doing this sort of dance around each other for a while; he’d ask to to scent things for him like blankets and pillows for his nest — something about having a familiar alpha’s aroma helped a mateless omega’s heats be more bearable. In return, you occasionally asked Bakugo to scent a hoodie or one of your shirts for you to defer away unwanted attention from some of the more pushy omegas (mostly Hatsume).

You had gotten your wires mixed and mistaken Bakugous comfortability with you as attraction. You had spend hours picking out the perfect courting gift for Bakugou, even going as far to ask Izuku’s opinion on the matter. You had settled on a expensive cashmere blanket — sunset orange. It was the kind of blanket that was advertised as peak nesting material. You scented the blanket and sealed it up in a plain box with a ribbon wrapped around it. Simple, like Bakugou would like it.

The humiliation lives with you to this day when you remember Katsuki’s horrified expression when you presented him with the gift, yelling at you and slamming the door in your face, but not before dropping the gift at your feet.

Your relationship was never quite the same after that. You trashed the blanket in the closest bin from his dorm to yours, washed all the clothes that still lingered of Bakugou’s scent, and avoided him for weeks on end. Izuku was kind enough to scent some of your shirts to ward off other omegas, and to let you lay your head in his lap while stroke your hair for a little after you explained why you couldn’t just have Bakugou do it. He would make a good mate for someone one day.

Time heals all wounds though, because as you grew up, and focused more on your hero work, yours and Bakugou’s relationship repaired on at least a professional level. You were one of the few alpha pro-hero’s that didn’t care if they were teamed up with a omega in the battlefield, which ended up with you and Bakugou being partners more often than not. The last alpha they tried to make Bakugo team up with made a snide comment about what was the superior secondary gender, then ended up in the hospital with a broken arm and pretty nasty gash on his head.

That leads you to where you are now: sitting in a bar with all your co-workers/high school friends for a after patrol drink. You were exhausted to say the least, after a day of crime fighting and a not so well night of sleep, you didn’t really feel in a partying mood. But it was rare for all of your schedules to line up for a get together like you used to have, so you put a smile on your face and order two fingers of whiskey. The group had already been here a hour and a half, you had just payed all the tabs and were getting ready to leave. You leaned your head against the back of the booth and closed your eyes— just for a minute to rest them, blissfully unaware of the way Bakugou was side glancing you. Kaminari was going on about a bank robbery he busted a couple of days ago and did you think he was embellishing some of these details? Yes. But it kept the rest of the group in a trance so you were gonna keep your mouth shut about it. Everyone had been drinking pretty heavily, everyone but you.

You open your eyes back up. The bar was loud and smelt like a locker room of different scents. You were tired and grouchy and miserable today. It was times like these to you think about how nice it would be to have some…ahem…stress relief. Your eyes scan the bar area for a minute, zeroing in on the waitress you had earlier. She was a petite brunette with blue eyes and a short skirt. She smelt like a beta, but you could see scent patches on her neck— definitely a omega; a alpha would wear a stronger brand. She must have felt your gaze because the next thing your know she’s looking over her shoulder and batting her eyes at you in a almost seductive way.

You suddenly feel a petite hand on your face following a big shove, “Hey!” You protested, ushering Uraraka’s limbs away from you as she giggled, definitely a little drunk. All eyes on the table turned to the two of you as you struggled to get the wiggle worm to calm down.

“Someone’s making sex eyes at you” she teased in a sing song voice, definitely too loud for any sort of subtlety. The whole group irrupted into “Ohhh” and “Ahhh” and you suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. Everyone started their teasing, everyone but Katsuki who was being uncharacteristically quite. You groaned and buried your head in arms, a blush covered your face that was so pink it looked like you were sunburned. Everyone at the table quite down almost instantly, and you allow your eyes to peak just above your arms to access the situation.

“Ahem,” you looked over to your right. The pretty waitress was staring back at you. She had her check book clutched to her chest in a nervous manner and her eyes seemed to look anywhere but at yours. Thanks for being so loud, Uraraka. “Your receipt.” She said, placing the paper on the table and sliding it to you. You nodded, a small smile of gratitude gracing your lips before she turned around and walked away. Your friends broke out into whispers and Kaminari started annoyingly nudging you in the side as you all stood up to leave. You wave him off.

With the receipt still in your hand, you all spit off in your different directions when you exit the bar. You and Bakugou head toward the direction of your car, since you work together it’s not uncommon for you to carpool to or from work, and since you had shared plans with your friends tonight it was decided by him that you would take the both of you. You haven’t heard a peep from the blonde since he yelled at Kirishima for double dipping in the salsa earlier. He had only spoke when spoken to tonight but you brushed that off as him being as tired as you were right now.

“She gave you her number.” He said emotionless, gesturing to the receipt in your hand. You flipped the piece of paper around and well, she did. Written in pretty girlish handwriting was her name, number, and ‘call me’ on the back of the receipt. So that’s why she gave it to you. Your face flushed again at the thought of a pretty omega taking interest in you. Sure there had been omega in the past that had took a shining to you, but most of them you shrugged off in favor of focusing on work or well, when your head was too fuzzy with the thoughts of maybe being with Bakugou. You wanted to know what she smelled like, without blockers on, would your scents be compatible? Of course, it could be a one night stand sort of deal, which would mean compatibility is basically a moot point because it wouldn’t be going anywhere serious. “Are you going to call her?” Bakugo pressed, which wasn’t like him at all. The two of you didn’t talk about your romantic lives ever. It was the one unspoken rule you shared since that dumb night in the dorms.

You knitted your eyebrows together, unsure of what answer he was probably expecting. “I think I will.” You answered honestly, feeling the burning gaze Bakugou had on your hand as you stuffed the receipt into your coat pocket and took your car keys out.

“You don’t even know her.” He argued, his pace slowing as he trailed behind you. There was something in his tone that you didn’t care to decipher, because you stopped trying to understand Bakugo on a personal level years ago. “I didn’t take you for the kind of alpha that sleeps around.” That was a low blow. You turn around, a hand on the drivers side door, and look at him. His eyes were unfocused, and stance was wobbly. How much did he have to drink again?

“Let’s get you home, Bakugo. We have to work in the morning.” You’re gonna brush off his words as after affects of too much alcohol. You were suspecting this to happen, it’s why your only had a sip of your drink the whole evening. Someone needed to drive home. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed in almost a menacing way and he didn’t take anymore steps towards your car.

“No!” He shouted, and suddenly you remember just how public this parking lot is as a passerby send a look your way. “Tell me your not gonna call her! You’re not that kind of alpha!” Your silent for a second, accessing your choices. You could have a loud verbal argument with your co-worker in the middle of the street, or you could put him over your shoulder like a child and take him to the car. You quickly rush over, all but throwing the blonde in the passenger seat of your car as he fight you in a very ungraceful way. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” That made you pause, halfway into bucking Bakugo’s seatbelt you turn to look at him. He had tears in the brims of his eyes and he looked like he was about to have a breakdown. He was a very emotional drunk.

“Bakugo, calm down.” You whispered, you don’t want him to cry. You’ve never seen him cry. You reach out and gently rub his cheek with your thumb, ignoring how your heart dropped to your stomach when he leaned into your touch.

You shut the passengers door on him and got in the drivers seat, Bakugo’s was struggling against the seatbelt. Tears were free falling down his cheeks and his breathing was getting short and rapid. It broke your heart to see the omega in distress over something stupid and meaningless like a phone number. He needed to calm down. You needed to calm him down. You quickly peeled off your scent blockers on your neck, allowing a calming scent to overtake the car. Bakugou found the click release of his seatbelt and launched himself into your lap, straddling your hips, rubbing his face on the sides of your neck, leaving a trail of tears in his wake.

The car was filled with a gentle humming sound. Purring.

_____

It was a surprise you didn’t get pulled over driving home. Bakugo refused to leave your lap, he refused to get out of the car without you when you drove to his place. You climbed up the stairs of your apartment complex to at a time, Bakugo was still in your arms and you had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of you anytime soon. Thank god you only lived on the second floor. As soon as you opened your front door Bakugo lifted his head from your neck, accessing your surroundings as you walked him further inside. He had never been to your place before — your den.

“Alright,” You said as you walked him into your bedroom, you manhandled the blonde on to your bed, met with a whole new wave of purring as you did so. Bakugo looked up at you with hooded eyes, rolling his back on your comforter, coating himself in your scent from the it. You were suddenly met with the scent of a very horny omega. Great. When did he take his scent patches off without you noticing. “You sleep here, I’ll sleep out there.” You ordered, before pointing out the door and to the couch in the living area. You had to be the one to keep a cool head in this situation, no matter how much his scent is making you want to bend his knees to his shoulders and rail into him until morning. He’s probably flexible enough to do it too. You made a move to leave.

Bakugo stared at you for a minute, then his hands had iron grips on your forearm, forcing you back on top of him and caging himself under you — you were dominating him. You could see the outline of his dick in his pants, and you could smell the slick gushing out of him. He was making it very hard to be a gentleman right now.

“I haven’t smelt your scent since high school” he whispered, hands began to stroke your shoulders and neck, a gesture he was hoping would invite you in, closer to him. It was the first thing he said since you had got out of the car. It was true, during high school you wore your scent blockers religiously after Bakugo had rejected you. You had to be with such close quarters with each other that you figured you’d be doing him a favor. You wore them during work for professionalism. The only time you didn’t wear your scent blockers now were when you were at home by yourself. “I’m sorry,”He whispered again, like someone else was gonna hear him. His hand slipped up from your shoulder to your neck, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, just like you did to him in the car. “I’m sorry I didn’t accept your gift then.”

You swallowed, you didn’t want to talk about it. You went five years without bringing it up, why was he bringing it up. “It’s okay.” You whispered back, then tried to untangle yourself from his limbs. You had to get out of here.

Bakugo didn’t let you go, as you tried to get him to release one of his hands he grabbed you with his other, and his legs around your waist, then flipped you over so you were trapped between the bed and him. He buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply. He missed your scent, he missed you. And he didn’t want you to move on with another omega because of a mistake he made when he was seventeen. He wanted your pups, your mark, a bond. He never seen you take any interest in a omega that wasn’t him. Being here — in your apartment, surround by the scent he missed so much — was overwhelming. Had you ever brought anyone else here?

“It’s not okay.” He said, pining your hands to your side so you couldn’t lift him off of you. “I was miserable without you, you didn’t look at me for months, you asked fucking Deku to scent your shirts for you.”

“You didn’t want to be with me.”

“I’ll always want you.” Your faces were too close, you could feel his breath with every word. “I should’ve realized it then.” Bakugou kissed you, in a sweet and loving manner, it was slow and coordinated. It wasn’t aggressive and forceful like you always thought his kisses would be like. You tasted to alcohol on his tongue and suddenly remember just how much Bakugo had to drink tonight.

“You need to sleep, your gonna have a hangover in the morning.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Not if you don’t stay with me.”

“Just for tonight.”

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A/N: I’ll edit and proofread this later, I had a sudden burst of energy to write.

Edited and proofread 7/6/22

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[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

Hello!! ⍢ I’m new to Tumblr so I hope this is a sufficient first post… I love Leatherface!!

❀ ; Male reader, FtM, AMAB friendly! (He/Him) Reader is implied to be taller, possibly buffer/broader as well. He leans more towards traditionally masculine. He’s a smooth talker with a bit of Southern charm to fit the setting a little.

❀ ; Bubba Sawyer AMAB (She/He/They) Bubba may be bit out of character, I added in some of my own personal headcanons and such! A mix of their paranoid personality in the 1st movie as well as their affectionate side shown in the 2nd. Hope you like! ◡̈

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

She succumbs so easily to a bit of flirting, as we can see from the 2nd movie. A bit of sweet talk with a sprinkle of pet names and suddenly she’s a big, squealing mess.

The whole Sawyer family is wildly eccentric, so you don’t have too much to worry about in regards to their acceptance. Sure, you’d most likely be a popular joke in the household but it’s nothing worse than what they give each other. Given the time of the film, the most you’d have to worry about would be the public’s opinion about you and your dangerous lover; but let’s just assume that they don’t get the chance to know about y’all.

On a similar note, your sex and gender don’t matter to Bubba all that much. He clearly has unique ways of expressing himself, and he knows it (because of all the teasing his brothers do). He wouldn’t find his feelings for a man to be weird or anything of the sort; though he’d still probably be surprised at the fact. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, Bubba is the furthest thing from judgmental.

The surprise would just be because they’ve always been more into femininity. Both in the way the dress themselves, to the people they’re attracted to— Bubba’s just always loved to indulge in more womanly things. But that doesn’t eliminate you from having a chance, not at all!

The second you sweet talk him with your smooth voice, he’s on the damn floor.

Bubba didn’t have to fortune of receiving affection while she grew up. She’s most likely been isolated from regular society her whole life, and we know damn well the Sawyer’s aren’t known for their loving nature. Take your hands and just gently graze her face a little, or tell her how sweet she is and how much you love her, she’s all yours.

Even just some basic manners will get you a long way with Bubba. They yearn for some sort of human interaction that isn’t clouded with blood and the hum of a chainsaw, don’t blame them! A ‘Thank you’ will keep them giddy for weeks on end.

Trying to shift to a more realistic perspective, though, you’d have to be one sweet son of a bitch to get the Sawyer’s to spare you.

We saw how Bubba eventually folded under the pressures of his families demands when it came to Stretch, even though he liked her quite a bit. If you even want to get close to the point of Bubba stepping in to protect you, you are gonna have to be the smoothest and most charming man he’s ever met (which isn’t very hard, but still). No trying to fight or escape like Stretch, though you’d probably meet Bubba on different circumstances anyways.

⁂ Scenario

‘Oh, god damn!’ Was the only thought that seemed to run through your head at the moment. Wrist pressed against your forehead and sweat dripping down your lips, an exasperated sigh fell from your dry mouth. It was moments like these that made you regret fixin’ up such an old girl to be your car; she could be a bit unreliable.

It’s not like it was the car’s fault, no, you should’ve known you were runnin’ out of fuel just from how long you’d been driving. But, damn, you really needed to fix up that faulty fuel gauge. Always having to be on edge when you traveled, since you didn’t know when your gas was going to run out. Shit, what was even wrong with it?

The sun was burning your skin, and you needed some sort of help. It was only you out here.

After wandering around the unfamiliar area for a long few minutes, a sense of relief completely washed over you when a large farmhouse came into view. The estate was beautiful, and you could only hope somebody in it would be willing to help you out. After walking through the long dirt driveway, you gently stepped onto the porch of the home. The old floorboards creaked under your weight, the peeling paint bringing a slight surprise to your face. The home sure looked occupied, though not very taken care of. You gently knocked against the white frame of the screen door.

“Hello? ‘S anyone home?” You tried to call through. If you looked closely enough, you could see into the interior of the home. For some odd reason, these people didn’t close their front door. That either meant that they were home, or they were just plain careless.

You called out once more, speaking to the walls of the home in hopes you’d elicit a response. “Hey, partner, I’m in a real bad place right now. I-If I could just get some help here, it would be much appreciated,” a chuckle carried through your speech, though you were only met with radio silence from the home. “My car’s broke down and, by god, it’s hot as hell today. If I could just get a glass of water, I’ll be in your debts forever,” you held your tongue after you spoke, desperate for any sign of life within the home. You were practically dyin’ out here!

You were about to make your ways away from the property when you heard some booming thuds from within the building. You leaned into the screen door, squinting as you tried to decipher the darkness of the place. You couldn’t make out much, though you were almost certain you could see a figure cautiously trying to make it down the stairs— almost like they didn’t want you to see them. The person looked— and sounded— huge, though. With the amount of area they were taking in the staircase, alongside their heavy and creaking steps— this person had to be big. Without a doubt. Even if you could only make out a silhouette.

Upon noticing the mystery person, a smile stretched across your handsome features and you began to wave at them through the screen. “Hey, partner! Am I glad to see you!” You exclaimed to them, though the figure stayed unmoving. You realized that you probably came off a little strong, so you attempted to backtrack in the case that they had just noticed you. You spoke again, this time much softer and sweeter, “My car broke down not to far from here. Real sorry about showin’ up on your property like this but I could really use some help. Anythin’ would be much appreciated,” You managed to coo through the screen, an inviting smile on your lips.

The figure seemed to be trying to process the situation, not moving towards or away from you, though you could see their head dart around frantically. Not a good sign. You attempted to calm them from afar, they were your only hope at salvation at the moment. “Hey, hey, hey, now… Don’t worry, I ain’t here for trouble, darlin’. I promise,” as the words left your throat, so soothing and calm, the figure laid their gaze directly onto you. You could feel it. “You don’t have’ta help me, sweetheart. I can leave you be right now— but I ain’t a threat.” To speak to soft and so loving was something of second nature to you, but it was currently, unknowingly, saving your ass right now. “I’d just really appreciate a hand, if you’d be willing to give,” your desperation was painfully obvious. That seemed to be the breaking point for the person— in a good sense.

They slowly made their way down the stairs, the wood moaning under their weight as they stepped. Once they came closer, you were able to slowly make out their features. Their clothes looked dirty and old, though mostly concealed by a bright yellow apron— and they were fucking huge. Tall and big, extremely fucking huge. Though you two battled heights pretty evenly, you’d still have to say you were pleasantly surprised about their stature. You’d never really met someone who stood head to head with you like this. However, it took everything within yourself not to cringe at the mask they sported. It looked so— so grotesquely real. Like nothing you’d ever seen, not even at a Halloween store.

Even though it was grossly off-putting, you made the decision to not point it out. Didn’t want to scare off your only help at the moment. One of their large hands timidly laid against the frame of the screen door and pushed it open. They softly squealed in a pig-like manner.

Once the door pushed open, you got a good look at this person in all their glory. They looked just as grimy and dirty as they were when they were shielded by the screen, though now you could make out more finite details— like their crooked teeth and hairy arms. They refused to make eye contact, their body tense and frightened. They definitely raised a few red flags in your mind, and you couldn’t say they were truly all that attractive— but you still found them cute, for some odd reason. You smiled at their compliance, despite it all. “Hey, darlin’, thank you for openin’ up for me,” the words smoothly fell from your lips, causing their gaze to bore into you. They made some sort of mumbling sound, unintelligible to you. They seemed so utterly confused.

You gave them a signature smile, sensing their discomfort, and doing your best to alleviate it. You could tell at this point that they probably weren’t used to interacting with people, given the way they had been so reclusive. In attempts to get them to open up, you spoke softer, kinder, even more charming than usual. “There any way you can help me, partner?” You were burning at this point, skin glistening with sweat and your clothes glued to the moisture on your body. They seemed to try and subtly eye you, though they were extremely obvious— even moreso as they embarrassedly looked away from you. You chuckled.

They shifted on their feet, acting shy despite how intimidating they were as a person. After a moment of thought, they nodded a bit. When they looked at you again, you could make out a hint of a shy smile on their face. They stepped aside, willingly giving you a pathway into their mysterious home. You stared into their eyes, giving them a handsome, toothy, smile. “Thanks, darlin’,” You hummed to the large and timid person. They squealed a bit, joy taking over their face as you stepped foot into their odd home.

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I’LL PUT A SPELL ON YOU ..

witchboy(?)shotaro ! (poc) florist reader

yandere themes (obsession) , jealousy , delulu taro , ft sungchan & jisung , ji & sung condoning shotaro’s behavior , a brief mentions of chenle , incorrect use of magic spells.

published date/221122

HE REMEMBERED LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY — the first time he saw you. how elegant you looked, how pretty your voice sounded as you spoke nothing but soft words to him. oh how the male wished he could hear you speak to him with such tone for eternity.

but that was only in his deepest dreams, he’d be to shy too say anything of such to you out loud. hoping you could get a hint of his feelings through his gestures, which worked in a way(it didn’t.) ? well, in his mind at least because now you were paying more attention to him.

smiling at him every time he walked into the small tavern of a flower shop, letting him receive a hug each time he brought you the flower tulips from down by the pond just a few miles. though you always instated on how he should leave the flowers for the animals, they would need them more than you anyways.

though he loved everytime you hugged him, he always made sure to hug back, hesitation never appearing from him. he’d nuzzle his face slightly in your hair, just to get a sniff of the lavender shampoo you used, it always made your hair smell so nice he really loved it. his hug would always lingering longer than yours, whenever you were ready to pull away, he only pulled you closer not wanting to let you spill from his grasp, which you though of as his friendly abundant nature.

but for him that wasn’t the case. he just didn’t want to let you go. afraid someone would steal you from him, even if you weren’t his. but in his head you were. he even had a whole future planned out for the both of you.

dreaming of you and him in a small cottage not to far from the village and castle, giving you a small garden so you could still do what you loved, and maybe even having a child or two running around and giggling filling the air. he just knew the both of you could, would be happy together.

..

“it’s completely bizarre! outrageous even! why in the hell would she choose to go out with him?” one could say shotaro was enraged, or in better terms jealous. he found it utterly stupid how you could choose that pathetic man, chenle over him. (though he wasn’t really pathetic, but shotaro just has a too big ego) the male found he was much more attractive and eye appealing than the local knight, he’d admit to that any-day without hesitation.

in your eyes you saw chenle for the charming man he is, (which isn’t in anyway or form a lie.) but for the witchboy, things were rather difficult some would say both knight and witch didn’t get along, that came too be odd and a shock for most local towns folk, including yourself when you’d first heard the news. which happened to be at this very second as sungchan was going on about shotaro , while jisung just stood beside him, nodding or shaking his head and letting small “mhm’s” and “uh-uh’s”. (that put you on edge a bit.)

“so you see.. that’s why our local witchboy seems so upset and hasn’t come to visit you (y/n)” Sungchan spoke aloud , as a ending to his little rant. part of you was still in shock the other, was starting to feel bad. if you’d known that before hand maybe things would’ve been different previously.

you hadn’t truly realized shotaro wasn’t fond of chenle. but now that you knew you really hoped he wouldn’t be too upset about the situation, hoping as your friend he would understand your feelings towards the charming knight.

..

“so.. i hope you can understand my feelings taro.. i wasn’t aware of your dislike towards chenle, honest!” and it was nothing but honesty as you spoke to him, you’re hands touching at the small flower in your hair. you were nervous, you didn’t know why. having never felt this way around shotaro but maybe it was the longing silence that filled the air after telling him how you felt.

“hm.. it’s okay (y/n)” he gave you a smile, though it wasn’t one showing off his pearly white teeth. it was a calm smile, a smile that also made you return one to him. after that he gave you a wave before walking off, making up a excuse lie , about having to be with jisung and sungchan for a quest.

when truly he was going back to his cottage home, to do much more. if he couldn’t get your love the hard way, then he’d just get it the easy way, and put a spell on you.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

Wildest Dreams | Reidams

A/N - This is for Maze’s @tobias-hankel Pre-Whumptober Challenge and was influenced by their fic Dad or Daddy. Please read the tags carefully and DNI if you are triggered by any of the topics mentioned.

Bad Thing: rape / non-con

Bad Person: Cat Adams

One Line Prompt: “Are you going to be the boy who cried rape again, Spencie?”

Summary - Right before Cat Adams is executed she can’t help but ruminate on the things she didn’t do…

Warnings - dead dove do not eat, rape non-con, non consensual somnophilia, post Date Night, nightmares, swearing, brief mention of male masturbation, talk of death penalty, oral (m receiving), handjob, restraints, penetrative, unprotected sex, belly bulge, sub! Spencer, Dom! Cat (at least right up until the end), tears, choking.

WC - 4.8k

Ever since Spencer Reid’s release from Milburn, he’d been suffering from nightmares. At least once a week he would awake in a cold sweat, his throat ravaged from screaming, heart thumping aggressively against his chest. After four months it had just become the norm to him and honestly he got used to them, started to almost lean into them. 

But after four months the nightmares of being trapped in a cell, of being beaten and forced to sling drugs warped into something different entirely, some might say they were worse and on the surface Spencer would agree with that summation. However internally, these new dreams didn’t scare him as much as they should. 

They revolved less around prison and more around the woman who put him in there. Those intense dark eyes and sinful visage of the woman who made his life hell, who had him arrested, had his mother kidnapped and claimed to have had him sexually assaulted. 

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” 

“What, did she pretend to be you?” 

“Why? Would that have worked?”

“No.”

“Yeah I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid ‘hot or not’ list.” 

But the thing was, Cat Adams didn’t know where she stood on that list because as much as Spencer would rather die than admit as much out loud, he found Cat to be unfathomably attractive. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful and alluring but he admired her brain, no matter how sick and twisted it could be at times. And so he found he didn’t actually mind when his prison nightmares shifted to dreams of Cat climbing into his bed and having her wicked way with him.

These dreams still caused him to awake with his heart rampantly beating and oftentimes screaming but for completely different reasons. And he would find himself painfully aroused and even sometimes he would wake to discover he had come in his pyjama pants. 

These dreams continued for years, he told himself it was just his brain's own way of dealing with the trauma of being sexually assaulted, the only way he was able to process the fact that Cat had Lindsey violate him in such a way. 

And then he’d had to come face to face with her again after Cat’s partner kidnapped Max’s father and sister. 

“You haven’t done me? You sexually violated me in Mexico.” 

“I did? Are you sure? The drugs that made you hallucinate, they flood your brain with serotonin, right? So what does that mean when it comes to…?”

“It’s similar to MDMA, it’s hard too…”

“That’s right. Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie, it’s not a good look.” 

Of course it was a relief to know Lindsey hadn’t raped him, but it didn’t stop those dreams, if anything they became even more vivid, especially after he finally found out what it would be like to kiss her. 

Honestly when she’d stood in the doorway of his apartment, looking at him the way she had been, it had been impossible for him not to kiss her. He didn’t even care that Luke and Prentiss and the SWAT team were there to witness it, he physically couldn’t keep his hands off of her for another second. 

And in truth, had Max not been behind that door he may well have dragged Cat inside of his apartment and fucked her right then and there. He knew how wrong it was, he knew he should be disgusted by her. But Spencer wanted Cat with a white hot burning rage even if it was taboo. 

It was inevitable that he wouldn’t make things work with Max after that kiss, he may never be able to make things work with anyone after that experience. Their terrible third date had been their last and after walking her to the elevators at the BAU, Spencer never saw her again.

In the weeks that followed Spencer spent most of his sleeping hours and countless amounts of his waking ones thinking about Cat Adams. If his team noticed he was preoccupied they didn’t mention anything, but then again when did they? 

The day before Cat’s scheduled execution date, Spencer felt an odd sense of unease all day. He had planned to go to Mount Pleasant tomorrow, look her in the eye one last time but he’d talked himself out of it. He needed to put Cat behind him once and for all and watching her die wasn’t going to make up for all the things she’d put him through.

The world was a better place without Cat Adams, that he was certain of. But also couldn’t help but wish he had the chance to do more than just kiss her. Although, if it had ever actually come to it he was certain he wouldn’t have followed through with his hidden desires. That was one line Spencer could not cross and if he did he would never come back from it. It probably wouldn’t stop him from dreaming about it though. 

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[a-spacecadet]

~My thoughts on JFK’s character assassination from S2~ 

Okay finally writing this all out!

(Sorry, these are all the negative things I have to say, my positive impressions will have to be another post) 

First off, I really love jfk, in both seasons. Are they the same guy? Not really. One person on here on Tumblr made the comment that s2 jfk is the jfk in the mirror. Headcanon accepted! XD

So, why is he out of character in the 2nd season? First off, he’s a genuinely nice guy, which is waaaaayyy different than how he acted in s1, even at the end. He definitely had some growth and development in s1, but even in the last ep he was still punching other dudes, had 5 different girls as his prom dates, and made jokes of his rival Abe (although at this point it was a bit justified, but anyways…) All in all, he’s not a bad person per-se, but he’s definitely still a 16-year-old teenager. 

So in s2, after what is only ONE NIGHT OF SLEEP for him, his personality has a huge change. He doesn’t bully other boys (like Confucius, a social-media obsessed teen with a weird sense of fashion), he’s loyal and loving to ONE girlfriend (never had the first show really established that he loved Joan in that way), he’s no longer antagonistic, and is rather quieter and less crude. (I say less crude because although he still makes sex jokes, other students are shown that they DO find them funny and his jokes tend to not be misogynist like they were in s1). 

I actually like that jfk has changed and become a better person, I think that’s great, he’s maturing! But when? When does this happen? When he slept overnight in the meat locker? Nothing indicates that he would have a reason to change. (Some argue his love for Joan, but again, this seemingly came out of the blue).  Speaking of his love for Joan, I’ve seen some great fanfics add context to s1 in how he really was in love with her, but the show itself really doesn’t indicate this at all. 

*Side tangent to expound on this!* Did he have crush on John Darc (really Joan)? Yeah, but really for no other reason than his boyish instinct (or Kennedy sense as he calls it lol) detected a hot girl!! He liked John Darc because he’s attracted to hot women, not Joan specifically. Also, he doesn’t seem to follow up his crush with her after the episode because I really don’t think he was interested in her other than the fact that she’s a pretty lady. Of course, I think this comes back full circle when we get to the finale, when Joan believes she has to dress up like a slut in order to be considered pretty… which is why jfk says he likes her when she’s just being herself. Because he knows she’s been “a knock-out Betty” this whole time, unlike that “chowder-head Lincoln.” However, not being dense like good ol’ Abe to realize Joan is stunning as she is… doesn’t quite equal the “love of his life.” OF COURSE he likes her, because she’s a babe! But her being a babe doesn’t indicate that he’d suddenly have a massive character change to be dedicated and loyal to her!! *Side tangent over*

Specific changes that I noticed that were off: 

“I like boobies and butts! Any shape or uh, size.” No, no he doesn’t. Why would his opinion from s1 (“You know my policy, no fatties!”) Suddenly change? Ofc I’m glad he’s no longer fat-phobic, but why?

“Your fourth string kicker won’t let you down!” What? What happened to being captain of the football team? “El capitan of the futbol team?” Winning the track meets? Being overall a competent athlete? 

“I let all my male friendships fade away!” Okay, this one is tricky. JFK really did lose Ponce, and he did in fact end up losing Gandhi even if he wasn’t aware of it. HOWEVER, s1 suggested he was one of the popular kids at school, you’re telling me he had no other friends? Like, not even Julius Cesar who was very often seen with him? Also, s2 does not even mention Ponce (unfortunately) which may have been used as a very good excuse for jfk to be so upset. (Right now, JFK’s tears in s2 ep 2 from missing Ponce only exist in headcanon).

“I’m afraid Joan is the love of my life and I’m not good enough for her!” See my side tangent, but also, why is he suddenly so insecure? One of his traits in s1 was his confident swag.

“Woah, I’ve never had anyone turn me down before…but that’s okay!” I mean, not usually, if he wasn’t asking FREAKING JOAN. The same Joan that was known for kicking, hitting, smacking, and punching him for every little advance he made towards her. He should know better at this point? Even if he did successfully sleep with her, I can’t imagine he’d really be that surprised she told him no, or as she said in the show “let me think about it.” 

His crying. He cries SO much in s2. But didn’t he cry in s1 as well? I can hear you asking. Yes, but he cried specifically in ep 10 because HIS BEST FRIEND TRAGICALLY AND SUDDENLY DIED.  Also, the reason the “Litter” ep is so funny is because up until that point we’ve never seen jfk so upset and distraught before, he’s genuinely weeping and mourning and we’ve NEVER seen this side of him, nor will we again. But in s2, he cries about everything! He’s literally the depressed loser crying in the freaking bathroom cause he “has no friends”! I guess I wouldn’t have minded as much if it didn’t literally make him look like a crybaby. Even in s1 he cried a bit at the notion of losing Cleo, but he wasn’t known for that. 

“Your lips are like a fine chalice of…uuuuhhh, wEt sTUfF!!” Heatstroke jfk was pretty funny, but it also highlighted another change. He’s freaking STUPID in s2. I’m not saying he was particularly “smart” in s1, but he definitely wasn’t the dumb “hurr durr” kinda idiot he is in s2. The one time I think jfk came across as actually dumb in s1 is when he thought Ponce was a genie, but tbh that was more sad than him being just plain dumb. Other things like talking to his reflection or his weird accent were more like quirks, not indicating that’s he stupid. He aced his PXJT test for crying out loud! (“Did you see me on that test Cleo? I smoked it! I can’t wait to see my time.”)

Wanting to be like his clone father. Back to his accent, I genuinely believe he is trying to do an impression (albeit bad) of the real JFK, he’s not talking like that because he has an actual speech impediment. Also, being faithful to Joan also doesn’t work on another sense because he thinks the real JFK was “a macho womanizing stud who conquered the moon!” and I think clone jfk was trying to live up to his legacy by being a womanizer, something not seen at all in s2.

“Woah a little spaceship! I’m gonna go chase it!” Another thing that bothered me is that he really does act like a golden retriever in s2. He’s been reduced to nothing more than a cute puppy dog, a plot device for Joan, a wholesome himbo who’s dumb but well-meaning, and overall BORING.

The only thing on his mind is sex. Like, really? Literally everything that comes out of his mouth in s2 has something to do with sex, much to Joan’s annoyance and part of the reason she broke up with him. S2 tries to make it seem that jfk is very shallow and has no hobbies or interests, but that is NOT TRUE! He loves sports, watching (“But you usually watch SportsCenter up in your room baby” - Wally) and playing them, he cares about his appearance and knows a bit about fashion (hey, his efforts to help Gandhi resulted in the dude becoming instantly popular), he records his own music! HE SINGS AND HAS HIS OWN STUDIO! He likes cool cars and drag racing! He likes throwing parties!! There’s more to his character than just sex!! 

Okay, that’s most of it. 

Of course, I will also mention the obvious (that others have already pointed out) he went from genuinely hilarious to slightly obnoxious and annoying.

TLDR: he’s turned from a macho womanizing stud, a confident chad, a jerk with soft side, a man of swag and style, to…an insecure crybaby, a boring “nice guy” who’s also a huge idiot.

To end, I still love JFK, even in s2. I appreciate the cute moments he has, and ignoring lack of time for character development I like that he’s trying to be a better person and that’s he’s matured. I could talk about all the things I did like about him in s2, but that will have to wait another day haha. 

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Mermaid! reader who is not at all interested in or paying attention to males outside the mating season in a romantic sense. But she is still looking out for males and their strength. Motobe is first on the list of mate candidates just because of his age. Jack, Hanayama and Oliva are on the list because of their height and size, which means good genetics for the survival of the offspring in the future. Retsu, Baki and Katsumi don't impress her with anything, even if they show their martial arts. She watches intently, smiles and nods, but when the show ends, she's not interested in anything else and she wants to leave. Maybe go on a walk, maybe visit Kozue's house. June, who doesn't have good enough and attractive physical features, presumably knows how all this mermaid nonsense works? He goes in search of any colorful garbage to attract the reader's attention

MOTOBE ISN’T ON THE LIST. He is just a source of free food

It would be Jack, Hanayama, and Oliva. Baki’s aura is threatening and it interests her, but it is merely a curiosity.

But Jun would end up in the mix. He’d probably meet her when she went out for a long swim (she got annoyed with all the suitors) and she stumbled across Jun while at sea. She’d probably hang out with him for awhile since he has lots of shiny things on his ship (I believe mermaids like shiny things). Jun does have a lot of knowledge on mermaids (maybe his great grandfather had seen one or something like that).

Plus Jun is handsome and he smells like the ocean. He has the best presents (forks and coins)

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[floralxhemmo]

home. (c.sb) - chapter 1

soobin x puppy hybrid! trans male! oc

content includes: hair colors aren’t from one particular era because i said so, completely self indulgent bc i fucking can that’s why, hybrids (obviously), past + mentioned hybrid abuse, mistreatment, and experimentation (ie. oc was in a lab), suggestive/possible smut in late chapters, fluff, angst, panic/anxiety attacks, angst but hopefully not too much, “owner” may be used to describe soobin in oc’s pov (know that i don’t really like that term so i may change it to something else later)

He awoke to silence. It was still in the early hours of the morning, light just barely peeking through the curtains. The six other hybrids in the room with him were all fast asleep in their beds; soon they’d be awake and pay him no mind, like they’d been doing for the past fifteen years.

He looked at his corner, pulling the ratted blanket tighter around his shoulders. He was crammed up against the furthest bed with a small, dirty cushion he used as a pillow. He lay there curled up in a ball, his tail in between his legs, watching the room slowly become brighter as the day came to a start.

The other hybrids woke up, gossiping about today’s adoption process, bragging about who would be able to leave and go out into the real world. He was never a part of these conversations, though he often imagined himself interacting with them. Being their servant—and the only boy, not that anyone cared to see him that way—meant he'd never be able to join them. So, he stood there, saying nothing as he made their beds.

He let the others get ready, knowing they’d leave him to clean up their mess. He’d be fed scraps in the other room while the girls dined on fancy meals. He’d bathe in ice cold water and be forced to stay inside while the others got to see the sunlight and play games. He was stuck cleaning and being treated like dirt. This place was supposed to be a sanctuary for hybrids, and it was, just not for him. 

The adoption process would take place in the afternoon and, like every other time, he wouldn’t be picked. Fifteen years in a place like the Moon residence was enough to make him lose hope. 

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“Okay ladies, line up! Our guests will be arriving shortly!” Mrs. Moon instructed. From tallest to shortest, the seven hybrids lined up. She looked at the end of the line, her brow furrowed.

“Ms. Haerin, what have I told you? Servants are not to be adopted.” He nodded, holding back his tears, while the hybrids giggled at him. He moved over to the farthest corner, trying to hide from sight. Mrs. Moon went to each girl and straightened them up, adjusting their posture or clothing when necessary.

A few minutes passed, before a knock sounded at the door. Mrs. Moon went to answer it, and shortly returned with a man. He was tall and slender. He wore a suit made of silk, and his blonde hair was slicked back neatly. He was extremely attractive, Haerin could tell that much from where he stood. Mrs. Moon had called him Mr. Choi. 

Mrs. Moon started to introduce the girls one by one, though Mr. Choi didn’t seem the least bit interested. Not even the “princess” herself, Priscilla, caught his eye. As he neared the end of the line, he spoke, turning to Mrs. Moon.

“Are these six all you have to offer?” His voice was prettier than Haerin had expected.

“Yes,” Mrs. Moon said, “I’m afraid these girls are all we have to offer at the moment. The others are too young.”

“What about that one in the corner? Is she too young?”

“Oh, you mean Haerin? She’s not exactly for sale.”

“And why’s that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Why, she’s just a servant. Besides,” she leaned towards Mr. Choi, “she…she thinks she’s a boy. I mean, how absurd is that?” Mr. Choi looked at Mrs. Moon, his eyes turned back towards the hybrid, “I’ll take him. I’ll even pay double.”

Silence filled the room. His heart pounded in his chest, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He couldn’t hear the rest of what was said. All he could do was stare as the rest of the girls left the room. Mr. Choi walked over to him. He could faintly hear him ask if he needed to grab anything in his room. He shook his head, his ears ringing as Mr. Choi led him out of the Moon residence. 

It was only when they reached the car that the ringing stopped. He stood there while Mr. Choi went to the other side of the car. The last time he was in a car was when he was five. His breathing started to pick up as he backed away slightly. Mr. Choi came back around to where he was standing.

“Is everything okay, Haerin?”

“I…I’m sorry, Mr. Choi. It’s just that, I haven’t been in a car since I came here.”

“Ah, I see.” he looked down at them, “That’s okay, we’ll take it slow, yeah? I’ll help you get in.”

Slowly, just like he said, he helped him get into the passenger’s seat of the car, even buckling their belt for them. He felt stupid for freaking out about something as simple as getting into a car, but soon calmed down when Mr. Choi got in on the other side.

“Thank you, Mr. Choi.” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome, Haerin. And please, call me Soobin. Mr. Choi is too formal.”

“In that case…could you maybe call me Rin? I like it better,” he whispered.

“Of course,” He reached over to rest his hand on top of the hybrid’s. “I’ll call you Rin, if that’s what you’d like.”

“Also, if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like it if I could be a boy and not a girl. I-I’ll still wear what you want, I just don’t wanna be called a girl.”

Soobin laughed and then smiled brightly, “First of all, you get to wear whatever you like, you’re no longer a servant. Second of all, if you say you’re a boy, then you’re a boy. It doesn’t matter what Mrs. Moon or the girls think. Because guess what?” He held Rin’s hand gently, “You’ll never have to worry about them ever again.”

Rin smiled shyly, looking at Soobin, “Thank you, Soobin.”

“Now then,” Soobin squeezed Rin’s hand before pulling away, “Let’s get you home, shall we?”

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[bro-atz]

1024UB CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: THINGS JUST GOT INTERESTING

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At first, San was worried that things were going to take a turn for the worse once Iseul found out about him and Gyuri, but it turned out pretty okay. San would hang out at Gyuri’s and Iseul’s pretty often since they didn’t have to tip toe around and be as secretive anymore. It was quite a relief for him, too, because that meant he and Gyuri could sit on the couch however close they wanted to without worry— well, there were still some worries because every so often, Wooyoung or Yunho would visit the apartment, and the two would have to separate so fast that San nearly got whiplash, but that wasn’t as often as he thought it’d be.

Seonghwa was still out of the group, which meant that Hongjoong still spent a lot of time at his and Yunho’s place, so San slept over in Gyuri’s room pretty much every day. He was kind of worried that Gyuri would get sick and tired of him, but she didn’t seem to mind. He truly did like spending time with her because he was usually a very clingy, affectionate person, but Gyuri could tell him when to stop without being mean about it, and that worked really well for the two of them. It was the same way he and Wooyoung were— sometimes, he truly thought Gyuri and Wooyoung were the same people, but then he would see Wooyoung do dumb shit and realize that they were definitely not the same.

Truth be told, San couldn’t help but think that his relationship with Gyuri was starting to look less like friends with benefits and more like girlfriend-boyfriend, but he didn’t want to put labels on the relationship, nor did he really feel like they were “going out.” At the end of the day, he didn’t care what their relationship was. He just wanted to be by her side all the time. His feelings were definitely stronger than hers, but he had patience. He could wait.

He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible now that they could. They would watch shows together every so often. She had odd tastes, not really opting for the rom-com type things but darker, psychological things. Lately, she was obsessed with this show that was all about finding out who kidnapped this woman’s husband and where his body was. He’d never seen Gyuri so enamored with anyone before, so seeing her completely obsessed with the male lead was a sight to behold. “What is it about him that you’re crazy about?” he asked her.

“Just look at his raw talent! He can literally play any role,” Gyuri was glued to the television.

They went quiet as they watched what Gyuri said was his raw talent. San was impressed, don’t get him wrong, but out of all the actors and shows, he still couldn’t believe this was her show.

“Isn’t this show just so good?” she asked him at the end of one of the episodes.

“Yes, but—”

“God, he’s just such an amazing actor, isn’t he?”

“I mean, yeah—”

“Especially in a detective role? Wow. Amazing. Don’t even get me started on him in a business—”

San, tired of the girl continuously interrupting her, cut Gyuri off by throwing a pillow at her. “Okay, I get it, you’re in love with the actor, but—”

“Just look at him! He’s sparkling!” she said as the next episode started.

“I’m looking. He’s attractive and talented, but I think I could do without the constant Gyuri commentary…”

“What do you mean?” Gyuri sounded pissed.

“I just want to watch the show! If you talk the whole time, then there’s no point to watching it!”

San’s face was met with the same pillow he threw at Gyuri moments before. When the pillow fell, San looked to see that Gyuri was storming off to her room. “I’m sorry, Gyu! Come back! Let’s finish the show, I wanna know what happens,” he tried to call the girl back.

Surprisingly, she did return, only to say flatly, “He planned his own death to threaten the family. The end,” before retreating back to her room.

San gasped. He stood up, his jaw dropped completely. “I cannot believe you just did that,” he choked out.

Gyuri poked her head from around the corner and stuck her tongue out while she gave him the stink eye. He did not appreciate her antics in that moment. He ran into her room and grabbed her arm. He pinned her on the bed and glared at her. However, she was holding back a laugh. He was a little relieve to see her laughing— he didn’t want to actually upset her.

“Why would you spoil it if you wanted me to watch it?” San asked with a sigh.

“I’m sorry…”

“Are you actually sorry?”

“Yes! I didn’t think you actually wanted to watch it… Please forgive me.”

“No.”

“I’ll do anything to get you to forgive me.”

“Anything?”

San could tell Gyuri regretted it the second it came out of her mouth. He couldn’t help but smirk before lowering himself on her and kissing her roughly. He definitely forgave her when he was done with her.

Iseul didn’t seem to mind that San was spending a lot of time in their apartment, but she did vocalize her frustrations to the two one fine morning.

“Guys, I know I said I wouldn’t tell anyone, but I’m getting tired of hearing Gyuri’s goddamn bed springs every other night. Could you just, I don’t know, refrain from doing this when I’m home?”

“I didn’t think we were being that loud…” San trailed off.

Iseul held her fingers super close together as she said, “Well, I’m this close to fucking losing it. Find somewhere else for your antics every so often, please.”

So, the two had to find new places to relieve whatever sexual tension resided between them, which is why San started to get a lot more comfortable with Gyuri when they were out in public. His favorite thing to do when they were on campus or with their friends was subtly tease her. No one seemed to notice, but there were certain little things that Gyuri would do when he did mess with her. For instance, when they were in the library studying together, he’d put his hand on her thigh while still continuing to focus on his work as if he weren’t touching her.

“Hey, wait, woah, what, San, please…” Gyuri said one day when his hand gripped her thigh tightly.

They were sitting side by side and working on various papers. Gyuri was looking at source materials while San was highlighting texts and taking notes in the margins. San pretended to not know what Gyuri was talking about as he responded as innocently as possible, “What’s up?”

“Can you just focus on your paper instead of doing this?” she asked while trying to move his hand away from her thigh, but he had a death grip on it; his hand was not leaving.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am focusing on my paper,” San said, his eyes still glued to the scattered papers in front of him but a small smirk forming on his face. He lightly scratched the inside of her thigh and felt her try to close her legs together to no avail.

“What the fuck happened to being shy?” She asked with a hushed tone.

“Eh, it comes and goes,” San shrugged.

“I swear…”

Gyuri tried to scoot her chair away from him, but his grip on her thigh was so tight that the small gap she managed to make between their chairs closed within seconds, his hand pulling her body back so that she was right next to him once again. With his hand that was making annotations, he pointed at one of the source materials and asked, “What’s that one for?”

“It’s for the— hey! Woah!”

San leaned over to her so that his lips were right by her ear. He was technically looking at the source materials; however he didn’t need to keep his face so close to hers to see it, but he wanted to because he wanted to feel her face get warmer and hear the catch in her breathing as the hand on her thigh traveled upwards. He felt Gyuri squirm under his touch, her hands subtly grabbing his wrist and trying to pry his hand off her thigh.

“S-san, please,” she let out breathlessly; his finger was pressing into her fully clothed crotch.

She trembled while his fingers continued to work their magic. Even through all of the layers of her clothes, he could feel her starting to get wet. He put down his highlighter and moved her leg so that it was over his thigh, giving him better access to her sweet spot. He was lucky that the table they were at was all the way in the back of the library, a place that students rarely visited. Of course, San wasn’t planning on fucking her right there at that table, but he did want to get her all hot and bothered before he led them to one of the single stall bathrooms in the library.

Something San always hated were the people who decided to have sex in public. He didn’t understand why they just didn’t wait until they got back to their homes or something to do the nasty; however, now he understood the appeal. Doing something forbidden in a public place had certain level of excitement to it that he wouldn’t be able to experience in either of their bedrooms.

When they were with friends, though, he still teased her, but not to that extent— he only pushed it a little too far when it was just the two of them in a place where none of their friends would possibly catch them. They both had every intention of still keeping their relationship secret for three reasons: one, they still hadn’t clarified what status their weird situation-ship was in; two, things were still a little rocky in the group due to Seonghwa; and three, things were just so much more fun to do when they’re secret.

He settled for doing more things unnoticeable to the naked eye when they were with friends (who were not Iseul; they were incredibly shameless in front of Iseul). When any of them were hanging out at Ze Cafe, San would intentionally “accidentally” brush his fingertips against hers as they both reached for the same item, or his shoulder would brush or bump her shoulder, and when he got up from his seat, he would lightly trace a line across her shoulders.

If they were walking in the group, his pinky would quickly link with hers, or his hand would mistakenly lightly tap her butt. If he was holding the door for them to walk through, he would slightly lean in as she walked through. He did extremely subtle things that not even Iseul noticed, but Gyuri seemed to be hyperaware of every little action San did. She always got mad at him after when it was just the two of them, but he continued to do those things because, while she did yell at him, she never told him to stop.

That was one thing San promised himself: he pretty much knew how he felt about Gyuri, but he wasn’t going to say anything until she was ready. He wanted her to pull all the shots because he knew how much she struggled with figuring out romantic feelings, and he didn’t want to push anything. He told himself that he would go at her pace and listen to whatever she wanted. He was pretty happy with what they had, so he was okay with not moving past this point until they were both on the same page. All that mattered was that they were happy and having a good time, and nothing could spoil that. Not yet, anyway.

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

Bond to Happen Part 8

Part 8: You Can Trust Me

Warnings: fantastical racism, threatening male behavior, Billy Russo

Word Count: 2600ish

Rose was beginning to get on Billy’s nerves. She’d grown bold and had begun openly flirting with you. He wasn’t sure if you even realized it, but you were certainly reacting to it. You’d blush or smile or say something nice in return and he didn’t like it one bit. None of this would work easily if you were distracted by someone else, he’d have to go with plan B and that would be much messier.

He ground his teeth as he watched you and Rose chatting together in the break room over a coffee, something he’d noticed you drinking more often even though he knew you preferred things with less caffeine. Billy was thinking about how he might be able to interrupt the two of you and put a stop to this without looking like he was jealous because- to be perfectly clear- he was not jealous. You were a means to an end.

As it turns out, his concern was unwarranted as he watched Rose brush a lock of hair off your face causing you to jerk back. It looked like you couldn’t stand her touch. That made things easier. Of course, he still needed to make sure you were comfortable with his touch, even when it was unexpected. That was something he was working on very carefully. But he was certain he could get you to want him, to need him. It was what his kind had been doing for millenia, after all.

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You are so frustrated that you want to cry. Rose had been being ‘nice’ all week and you thought she was just trying to be your friend until she shared that she was into women. After that, you realized she was flirting with you and you found that you were actually open to it. You’d even started to reciprocate to show your interest. Rose was tall and kind with a wicked grin that often reminded you of Billy. You were attracted to her and you so rarely were in a situation where you felt safe to explore that feeling.

But you’d ruined it.

The two of you had been having coffee while on break and you’d been animatedly telling a story from college when she reached over and pushed a piece of hair back into place. It was a totally normal thing to do, especially considering the tone of your interactions, but the second her fingertips touched your temple, it just felt wrong and your magic recoiled into you like the snapping of a rubber band. You didn’t sense a threat, you didn’t sense anything negative in her aura, but your magic insisted that it wanted nothing to do with her.

So you swiftly apologized, explaining that touch was hit and miss for you and then you made a beeline for your office and closed the door. 

“Gods damn it. They make me this way and then keep me from actually being able to be this way. Makes no fucking sense,” you mutter to yourself angrily, throwing a sharp kick at your bean bag and then allowing yourself to flop onto it, face first.

******

“I’m gonna die alone, Kare,” you declare over the phone as you pace around your apartment. It’s not nearly as sparse as it was when you first moved in. Now decorated with various vining plants and a couple more unique pieces of furniture.

“I’m not going to let that happen, babe,” Karen says supportively over the phone. “You’re a catch, anyone would be lucky to have you. We just have to sort through those people to find someone you are okay getting physical with.”

“Uggghhh,” you groan dramatically. “She is so pretty, Kare, you saw her instagram, and she’s super fun to be around at work. I really liked her!”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s not your fault.”

“My magic is an extension of me, I should be able to control it better, especially around someone harmless who I most definitely wanted to be able to touch me.”

“You mentioned it’s been better around some people, and is practically normal around your close friends. Didn’t you say you’re like weirdly comfortable around Billy?” She offers without judgment.

“You know Russo isn’t an option, Kare,” you sigh.

“I know he’s not ideal-”

“He’s my boss!”

“And he’s a little out of your mental comfort zone, but if your magic is saying go for it then maybe you should consider him,” she offers.

“Besides the whole boss thing, I don’t think he’s interested in me like that.” You rub your hand down your face and lie down on your couch.

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that if I was you,” Karen suggests cryptically.

“What do you know?” 

“I don’t really have any details, but Frank has commented a couple times about how quickly Billy has taken to you, something about him behaving differently around you.”

“That’s not really much to go on, Kare.:

“I’m just saying to keep an open mind.”

“I’ll try.”

It’s hard to sleep that night. When you try to relax your mind and body, all you can think about is the hum of the aura’s below you. You shift your focus upward, something you usually tried to avoid, and tune into Billy’s aura. It helps a little, like having a noise machine on while trying to drown out a busy street. You wonder what it would feel like to sleep wrapped up in the energy, protected from the noise of the world around you. If he was next to you, maybe you’d finally get a good night’s sleep.

You do eventually fall asleep, but your dreams are filled with the bloody tracks of some sort of big cat, the paw larger than your hand and pressing deeply into icy snow. You never truly see it, but you catch glimpses of black fur through the trees and you know it’s watching you.

******

Oakley Harding is not going to harm you, you think to yourself over and over again. It isn’t his fault that he triggers painful memories. He hasn’t done or said anything and your magic hasn’t alerted you to any danger to yourself. You’re safe. You swallow and push down the anxiety that is clawing its way into your lungs.

“How can I help you, Harding?” You ask politely. You aren’t sure why he’s stopped by your office everyday this week. The man doesn’t ever actually need anything, but the visits keep getting longer. The two of you didn’t have much in common personality wise and all you really knew about him was that he was an unpresented member of a shifter family.

“I brought you some coffee, thought you might want a break,” he offers, holding up a hot starbucks drink. You tell yourself once again, that it isn’t his fault you don’t know him well enough to accept a drink from him. The only reason you did it with Russo was because of how thoroughly your magic trusted him. Frank, Foggy, and Matt were the only other men you were comfortable around alone, and even then, you had your bad days.

“That’s sweet of you, Harding. I’m actually still working on mine from this morning, but I’ll accept yours and save it for later,” you say, gesturing to the coffee Russo had brought you.

“Of course, you can never have too much coffee in our line of work,” he jokes, sitting down across from you and setting the coffee onto the small table next to your bean bag.

“How’ve you been liking it here? You’ve been on for a month now, right?”

“Two actually, and I really enjoy my job. It’s simple, but never gets boring,” you reply honestly.

“I bet,” he grins, brown eyes flashing with something you refuse to allow your anxiety to label. “I heard it feels good for witches to use magic, any truth to that?”

Oh dear, you think, surely he doesn’t mean it like that.

“I mean, I can only speak for myself, but often it’s like taking a deep breath after being underwater. Unless I’m tired and then it’s like holding my breath for just a little too long. Either way it’s just kind of normal for me at this point.”

He nods and you release the tension in your shoulders as he seems to accept your answer. 

“You ever use it in your personal life?” 

“If you’re asking if I use it illegally, the answer is no,” you try to laugh, but it comes off a little strained.

“I’m sure you don’t, Blue, you’re too much of a good girl for that, aren’t you?” You think he’s leering at you now, but you’re not sure if that’s the right word. Whatever it is, you don’t like the expression on his face.

“Was there something you wanted to ask me, Harding? I do have some reports I need to get back to.” You really want him to leave, but he hasn’t said anything that you could use to justify your actions if you choose to be impolite.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me tomorrow night? We can get some dinner and then watch a movie at my place. Get to know each other better.” 

“No, thank you, Harding,” you say firmly, but not unkindly. You stop yourself from listing all the reasons or excuses you have. No is a complete sentence, you tell yourself.

“Aw, common sweetheart. It’ll be fun. I’ve seen how you look at me and I feel the same way. You live in the boss’s building, yeah? I can pick you up at 7. How’s that sound?”

Sweetheart feels like some sort of derogatory term as it falls from his lips. 

“Harding, I am not interested in dating you or spending time with you outside work. My answer is no.” Firm, polite, no excuses. You’re doing great, you tell yourself. Karen will be proud when you tell her.

“Playing hard to get isn’t attractive for someone like you, Blue. We’ve had a great time talking these last few days. Why are you changing your tune now?” He’s getting angry, you can tell by the pulse of his misty red aura. 

“I respect you as a coworker, Harding. There is nothing else going on here. I have some work today, so I’d appreciate being alone for the rest of the day.” You stand, hoping he’ll leave. He doesn’t. Instead, he stands and steps into your space, towering above you.

“You think you can do better than me? Hmm? Common, baby, you know you aren’t gonna get a better offer. It’s so easy to report someone for illegal practice these days, I wouldn’t want to do that to you. Come out with me tomorrow. If you don’t have a good time, I won’t bother you again.”

You can feel his breath on you and your fight or flight response is fully triggered. You don’t run or fight this time, you freeze. His right hand is balled into a fist at his side, his left hand is reaching for your face. Your heart is pounding and you can’t decide whether to yell or run or shove him away. Thankfully, someone enters your office unannounced. You can’t see them with Harding blocking your view, but you can feel a soothing aura push past Harding’s.

“Am I interrupting?” Russo asks.

“Only a little,” Harding says, stepping away from you and smiling goodnaturedly at Billy.

“No,” you say at the same time.

“We were just wrapping up anyway. I think Blue and I came to an understanding, isn’t that right, Blue?” 

Billy is glancing between the two of you. You’re sure he knows something is off, but you doubt he’s expecting anything untoward of Harding. 

You don’t respond to Harding’s threat, still half frozen in a tangle of panic. He leaves the room anyway, likely thinking you would do anything to stop him from reporting you. You know he doesn’t actually have any evidence, that he doesn’t actually know anything. But he knows that just a rumor of wrong doing on your part could ruin your life.

“You alright?” Billy asks, closing the door behind Harding. You can breathe easier now that it’s just the two of you.

“Is Frank in?” You ask instead of answering. You know Frank would believe you. You’re not sure about Russo.

“No, he’s on an assignment, won’t be back in til Monday. Why?” Russo leans back against your desk.

“Like won’t be back into the office or won’t be off assignment until Monday?”

“The latter. What’s going on? I could practically hear your heart pounding when I came in and Harding’s been antsy all week,” he asks evenly.

You look at him, assessing. Is it worth risking your job and home over the chance that you can trust him? He's been good to you so far, but Harding has worked here longer.

“You can trust me, Blue. I haven’t let you down yet, have I?

You shake your head, he’s right.

“Harding asked me on a date, wouldn’t take no for an answer, and threatened to report me for illegal magic usage if I didn’t go with him,” you blurt out before you can lose your nerve.

Surprise then anger move over Billy’s face, before it settles into a controlled mask.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says softly and you nod, unsure of his reaction. He’s angry, his aura is practically vibrating with the emotion, and as practiced as his mask is, you can see it in his eyes. You just aren’t sure who the anger is directed at. 

“I’ll take care of him,” he says. You exhale sharply in surprise.

“You believe me?”

“Of course I do, Blue,” he looks shocked that you would ask that.

“You didn’t even ask me questions, not even if I was sure that’s what I heard. You’re just going to take me at my word?” You have no brain to mouth filter right now.  Billy straightens and looks you right in the eyes.

“I believe you and I will take care of this. You don’t need to worry about Harding, he won’t bother you again. Do you understand?” The last words are almost gentle, if not for the hard look in his eyes.

“I understand. What are you going to do?” You’re curious because the look in his eyes says murder, but surely that isn’t an option.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Yes,” you say, surprising yourself with how quickly you answer now that your anxiety has eased.

“Then let’s just say he will no longer work for Anvil, alright?”

You think he’s lying, you know he must be. The tone, the phrasing, the look still so apparent in his dark brown eyes. Instinctually, you brush your magic around his aura to feel for the truth. Everything you feel tells you he’s being honest, it’s in conflict with your own eyes and ears, but you trust your magic. It’s never been wrong as you’ve kept Matt, Frank, Karen, Foggy, and everyone at Anvil safe. It’s always told you the truth. So you nod and you allow yourself to relax.

“Do you want to go home? I can take you there now.”

“No, I’ll be fine. I’ve got some things to finish up in here,” you say honestly.

Billy looks at the extra cup of coffee on the low lying table. “Is that his?”

“No, he brought it for me. I wasn't going to drink it, I just didn’t want to be rude.”

“I’ll get rid of it. If you need anything, or you change your mind and want to go home, just give me a shout,” he instructs, holding your gaze until you agree.

“Thank you, Billy.” You’re sincere in your thanks and you hope he hears how much meaning those words are trying to convey.

“Don’t thank me, sweetheart. You deserve so much more than this,” he says almost wistfully before leaving your office, quietly closing the door behind him.

You never heard from or saw Harding again. Officially, he was fired and moved out of state. Unofficially… Well, you didn’t let yourself think about that.

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Eli Moskowitz x Male!Theatre Kid!Reader Headcanons

A/N: Sorry this isn’t a fic, I’ve been sick all week and I’m now starting to get over it, I plan to have the fic matching up with the HCs soon. Sidenote: I might make a part two. Without further ado

•Eli’s favorite musical has to be the phantom of the opera. I mean it gives an accurate representation of how shitty it is living with significant scarring in our society

•But TPotO’s soundtrack isn’t his favorite, that would be Heathers

•And even before y’all had met, Eli knew all of the lyrics to the entire soundtrack 

•When he heard that your school was doing Heathers this season he was so excited

•When it came time to go through… a completely different story

•Dimitri had to haul his ass back to school so he could watch it with his friend

•He was so nervous to go to the showing because he was scared that one of his karate bros would see him walk in and mock him for it

•Much to his surprise Miguel, Aisha, and Moon are all there and are about as shocked to see him as he is to see them

•Mrs. LaRusso would drag along all of the LaRussos there as well, just in a different section (We all know she supports the school & its students, even if she is a bit mortified after ‘Dead Girl Walking’)

•Even though he feels like he doesn’t need to be so guarded because he knows his karate bros are there and won’t mess with him he's still struggling trying not to sing (this man's initiative ended the moment ‘Fight For Me’ started)

•And when he first sees you, up on the stage, his eyes are glued to your figure. Mentally saying something along the lines of, “How can someone be confident enough to do that?”

•Babe, theatre kids are a whole ass different breed when it comes to being on stage

•Ngl thinks you’re really cute - everyone can tell

•When you look out into the audience during, ‘Me Inside of Me’ you don't expect to see anyone looking at only you, then you see him. 

•His eyes shine brightly with wonder, admiration, and attraction - so much so that you have to look away because of how flushed you are.

•Ram’s actor is just looking at you like you’re fucking crazy, “Bro, I thought Kurt’s actor and I were supposed to be the ay ones? Weird.” 

•After the show Eli always, and I mean always, checks when the next musical is gonna happen and what it’ll be

•The next show is Sweeney Todd, and this boy is excited

•When opening night hit he was practically vibrating with excitement

•Something he didn’t take into account is the burning rage he felt during the “Kiss Me” scene

•He ended up leaving early so he wouldn’t have to see you kiss someone (that wasn’t him)

•Later he felt bad for feeling that possessive and jealous over someone who wasn’t even his. It was then and there that he decided that the next time he saw you, he would ask you out

•Luckily for him when school starts up again the two of you share several classes

•And he never ended up asking you out every time he walked near your direction he chickened out

•Can anyone guess what happened after that…  he started dating moon 

•During their relationship, you never really ended up talking to him, although you were pretty good friends with Moon before the two of them started dating

•After Moon broke up with him though her immediate reaction was to call you and tell you he was single (and also to ask him out when he stopped acting like a dumbass)

•Once he started acting like he had a brain again one of the first things you did was ask him out

•Thank fucking God you did because  he would never, honestly he was so shocked that you’d even consider him after all the dumb shit he’d done

•I mean, honestly, why would any guy like you get involved with someone like him

•He ends up standing there so long that you think he’s rejecting you

•So once you start walking away he pipes up, “Golf N’Stuff, Saturday, 6 P.M. don’t be late,” to which you just nod your head

•He ends up being a few minutes late because of practice

•And y’all know that the entire dojo is non-discreetly stalking the two of you throughout the entire date until the two of you split up for the night

#eli moskowitz x male!reader #eli moskowitz x reader #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #theater kid

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Congrats~! This is for the milkshake event if possible ;u; “Hi! Buggy and I would like a toffee milkshake with cookies and cherries on top. And a red bean mochi as well please! Add pineapple upsidedown cake as well if you have some, if not thats okay!The order is under my nickname Pia, I'm a very plain but kind 25+ girl which brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. I just started growing my hair out and stopped wearing my glasses to avoid looking too nerdy. Thank you!

Done! One more to go!

I uh... wasn't sure who was supposed to get oral, so both of you get it. And it's longer cause I ended up moving scenes and thought a bit of car sex sounded hot, ig.

Hope you don't mind what is likely a slight change of order. Or the delay!

Warnings: Implied yandere/possessive behavior, dom Buggy, Oral (male and female receiving), technically public sex, guided masturbation, talk about sexual fluids in coffee but not done, and technically car oral sex but it's on the hood? idk, I'm sure there's a name for that somewhere.

Word Count: 2,897

Pia hadn’t expected to enjoy her time as a barista in a quaint coffee shop. The sea of terms and ingredients and ‘secret menu items’ making her dizzy during her first few weeks. But it brought in rent money and that’s what really mattered at the end of the day. Even with how insufferable her coworker was, she found herself enjoying the routine.

Never quite the same every day, but still somehow predictable nonetheless.

Buggy—yes, that was his name and he almost deserved it—was the strangest man she’d ever met. Weirdly pretentious but insecure about his nose, he was constantly butting into her conversations as she tried to make good tips. Usually by just being a bit too nice to people. It ended up with a lot of paper slips in her personal tip jar that Buggy would ruthlessly fish out and shred in the garbage while glaring at whoever was brave enough to try.

“How about you tip something actually worth something for once?” Buggy sneered at an older man who ordered a black coffee and seemed a bit too proud of the fact for someone ordering at an artisanal coffee shop. He’d also put in a single, solitary dollar so Pia was uninterested in leaping to the embarrassed man’s defense.

Buggy never stole her tips though, so she didn’t care about the numbers she never got to read. She personally thought it was stupid to put them in the tip jar as well. It only took up room that actual money could be using and discouraged people from tipping her more cash.

“Are you going to insult every customer that tips poorly?” Pia asked curiously about halfway through her shift with him.

Buggy snorted, yanking his ponytail to tighten the elastic, vivid blue hair curling around his fists.

“They earned it. If they’re going to be obnoxious the least they can do is make it worth your while. Anything less than a twenty deserves to be trashed!” Pia whistled.

“Wow. So how many numbers have you kept?” Pia asked curiously. Buggy gave her a confused look. “You made a rule about it, Bugs. Of course I’m assuming you’ve gotten some before.” His face flushed and he refused to look at her suddenly. Pia cackled, almost commenting when the bell jingled in the doorway. A small group walking in and cheerfully chatting away.

“Hey! What fine, cup of art can I make for you today?” Buggy declared, throwing his arms wide and forcing her to duck suddenly. Pia glared at him and resolved to tease him ruthlessly about either his lack of numbers or abundance of them.

Hey, Buggy was weird, but there was no denying he was attractive. Eyes and jaw sharp under the shadow of an ever-present scowl despite his bright red nose. Or perhaps because of it. Unfairly beautiful blue hair that inspired her to grow hers out from a pixie cut. When she first started working here, Pia felt like a forgotten background character. Some poor nerd intended to sulk in the back of a booth instead of serving foam latte art.

This feeling was made worse by how plain she felt with her large glasses. Having done away with those in favor of contacts, Pia had gotten several compliments on her green eyes. Buggy huffed about it for a whole week though so Pia assumed it was because she had a better chance of getting tipped instead of him. It certainly seemed the case because he was now very watchful of how much people tipped her.

When the group left, Pia turned on her heel and grinned.

“So.” She smiled and Buggy huffed, turning his back to wash out some cups.

“No.”

“No? You’re really going to gatekeep how successful you are, Bugs?” Pia teased, hugging him from behind. He tensed, neck red as he growled.

“Clean the damn tables, Pia!”

“Alright, alright! I’ll go clean the tables~ No need to lose your head about it!” Pia declared, pulling away to do her assigned task. Nearly the rest of the shift was tense and awkward as night fell. A few more people wandering in until it was nearly time to close.

Buggy clicked his tongue, glaring at the clock as he walked over and locked the door. Switching off the welcome sign as he did so. Clouds had rolled in a few hours ago and slowly gathered overhead until a steady drizzle pattered against the glass.

“Huh. Looks like a proper storm rolling in. You got a ride home, Pia?” Buggy asked over his shoulder as she wiped down the tables and put up the chairs to sweep and mop.

“Nope. You know I’m still saving up for a new car, Bugs.” Pia declared. He clicked his tongue.

“Fine. We’ll finish cleaning up and I’ll give you a ride.”

“Thanks, Bugs!” Pia beamed, receiving an eyeroll. She glanced at her tip jar and laughed. “Hah! Looks like you missed one! Guess I’ll keep it then.” Pia smiled, fishing out the slip of paper wedged between bills.

Buggy whipped his head around and hissed, stomping over to try and swipe it. But Pia held it away, angling her body to block him.

“Throw that trash away!” Buggy sneered.

“No, why should I? What if I think he was cute?” Pia asked, laughing at how disgusted Buggy looked.

“Cute?! No one who came in today was cute! Are you really going to take some random guy’s number—do you even know who it was?!” Buggy demanded, pulling her against his chest to try and yank her arm closer.

“No… but I know how I can find out~!” Pia sang, laughing as that only seemed to rile him up more. “Man, you’re really bothered about it, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am! That sleeze doesn’t need to talk to you at all!” Buggy snarled, finally yanking her arm close enough to pluck the paper from her grasp. He promptly swallowed it whole.

“Buggy! That’s so gross!”

He seemed to think so as well, given how he grimaced immediately.

“Worth it. Remember, no less than a twenty to even consider keeping his number.” Buggy declared. Pia laughed.

“Where’s my money?” Pia asked. Buggy paused, eyes narrowed. “You know, for keeping yours.” Pia teased.

Buggy huffed.

“That doesn’t count. I’m actually trustworthy of having it. Unlike the losers that come in here panting after you.” He huffed.

“But I thought the privilege had to be earned? I don’t remember you doing anything for that!” Pia primly huffed.

“Actually, you gave me your number first. So really, you owe me.” Buggy stated and his eyes widened in shock.

“Ohoh~? I owe you, huh? What’s it going to take then? What’s Buggy’s price if mine’s a twenty? Fifty? A hundred?” Pia pushed. He flushed, squeezing her closer before realizing what he had done and stumbling back.

“W-Why’s my price going up?! Shouldn’t it be going down?” Buggy asked, flustered.

“Because you’re a catch, Bugs. Duh.” Pia rolled her eyes and sauntered off for a broom in the back.

“A catch?! WHAT?!” Buggy thundered after her into the storage closet, slamming the door behind him. “What do you mean by that?!”

Pia wrinkled her nose.

“Where’s the riddle, Bugs? I said what I said.” Pia stepped back only to hit a shelf, Buggy’s hand slipping around her waist to keep her steady.

For a moment, Pia didn’t realize why he’d stopped talking. Too busy looking at the floor where rags and cleaning bottles littered the floor. The room smelling strongly of bleach.

“Would you?”

Pia looked up at Buggy.

“Would I what?”

“Catch me? S-Since I’m a catch, does that mean—I mean—are you?” Buggy asked, even in the dim light she could see how red his face was.

Pia realized how close they were. How private the supply closet was.

“…If a ‘sleaze’ has to earn the right for me to keep their number, does that mean I should be doing something so you keep mine?” Pia asked coyly. Buggy rubbed his hand over her back, eyes narrowing with understanding.

“You feeling ‘sleazy’ about me, Pia?” Buggy whispered. “We’re coworkers but that’ll cost you… extra.”

Pia chuckled softly, slowly falling to her knees. Her eyes never leaving his as she searched for a sign he didn’t want this.

“Then I guess I better get started on your tip.” Pia smiled and Buggy let out a ragged breath.

“Y-You better.” Buggy breathed out as he tossed away his apron while she slipped off his belt. Tugging his work pants to his ankles along with his boxers.

His cock sprang free with dark blue curls around the base. Thick and curved, the head was flushed a deep red. His hands shook as he cupped her face, grinding the leaking tip across her cheek. She pressed her lips to it and blew softly, chuckling when he visibly shuddered.

“Y-Yeah, b-better be your best work for such a nice privilege, Pia.” Buggy sighed as she slipped her tongue under the heavy tip, sucking it slowly into her mouth. “Ssssshit~!”

His cock throbbed as she gripped his thighs as she rolled her tongue over his cock. Wetting it to slip past her lips with lewd, damp sounds. The thick veins throbbed under her lips as she slowly took him deeper. Relaxing her jaw as his tip dragged over the roof of her mouth before bending to the back of her throat. His breathing harsh and rapid while he struggled to speak.

“F-Fuck, Pia please, I-I—hnnngh~ a-ah!” Buggy whined, his thighs tensing as his pubic hair started to tickle her nose, hips shoving his cock into the hilt suddenly. His hands gripped her head, pinning her in place as he moaned noisily. “W-What a fucking mouth! P-Pia~!” Buggy slowly pulled his cock free from her slick lips and fed his cock back to her lips. Gently fucking her moaning throat.

He tasted salty and warm, a musky growing as his cock leaked over her tongue.

“H-How good of a tip are you giving me? I-I’m about t-to—ooooh shit!” Buggy whined as she gripped his thighs and pulled his body to her. Smashing her nose into his crotch as he threw back his head with a long, low moan. Cock pulsing over her tongue as she swallowed down his cum. “T-Too good, P-Pia! Aaaah it’s too good!”

Despite his protests, he allowed her to finish him off. Both of them gasping for air when she final relinquished him.

“Good enough, Bugs?” Pia asked, batting her eyelashes demurely. Buggy shook his head and a fire of excitement settled in her chest. “No?”

“Too good…” Buggy panted. “I owe you change. But first, let’s move this somewhere I don’t feel my braincells dying.” Buggy smirked.

“Where? This is the only place without cameras and I doubt you want to talk to the manager about committing lewd acts in the workplace.” Pia commented breezily, helping him pull up his pants and tucking his still hard cock back in place. He paused at that. “You forgot about the cameras, didn’t you?” Buggy hissed before something occurred to him.

He grinned, opening the door.

“Let’s clean up and we can go to my apartment.” Buggy declared. “If you do a good job, I can pay you back there.”

Pia’s heart thundered and she raced off with a broom, his laugh following her in a sharp burst.

She’d never cleaned up so fast before in her life. The rest of the closing duties completed by Buggy who seemed just as eager to get out of there.

But when they left, racing to get out of the rain, Buggy clicked his tongue. Stopping her from getting in the passenger side.

“Back. I want to see you without taking my eyes off the road for too long.” Needless to say, she complied. Buckling into the middle seat as he started driving slowly through the rain. “Touch yourself for me but don’t take anything off. I want you wet when I pull into the garage without getting a ticket for public indecency.”

Pia grinned, leaned back in her seat and slipped her pants down just enough for her hand. Her fingers dragged across her clit into a pool of wetness that clung to her panties.

“I’m already wet, Bugs.” Pia informed him quietly. Buggy glanced back at her through the rearview mirror with a smug look.

“Like my cock that much, huh? Still not good enough. I need to hear you from up here.” Buggy commanded. “Make a mess and you’ll get more than just a tip.”

Pia moaned, instinctively rubbing her clit as she struggled to maintain her cool.

“Oh? Like hearing me tell you what to do? I knew you learned well for a reason. I guess it’s time for some extra training~” Buggy cooed, smirk never leaving his lips. “You rubbing your clit for me? Good. Keep doing it. Slide your hand in deeper—deeper, that’s it~ warm your pretty fingers. I bet your pussy is hot right now, isn’t it?” Buggy sat up to look at her lap. Her legs splayed open as she fingered herself to his command.

“Y-Yeah~” Pia agreed softly, sinking her ring finger in deep, heart pounding against her chest.

“How many fingers are you warming up back there?” Buggy asked huskily.

“O-One…”

He clicked his tongue.

“Make it three. Now.” Pia jumped, jamming two more in with a moan. “Gotta work my pretty pussy a little more. We’re almost there. Now, I want you to fuck your hand for me, Pia. Tell me how good it feels to do what I say.”

Her whole palm was soaked, three fingers jammed into the tight, cramped space as she moaned. The meat of her palm grinding against her clit as she rolled her hips up.

“I-It feels good, Buggy. I’m so wet but I can barely fit my fingers. I know you’d do it better though—oooh~!” Pia whined as Buggy abruptly tapped the breaks at a stop sign. She could hear her hand slip and smack over her cunt. “A-Are we close? I-I need it to be cloo—ooooh~!”

Buggy huffed.

“Saying shit like that will get you in trouble. Of course, I could do it better. I’m the only one that can do it right. But I wanted to see you try and get off for me. Can you, Pia? Keeping playing with my pussy, just a few more blocks and I’ll show you how it’s done right. Take off your pants. If you’re not soaking the leather, I’m taking you to your place.”

Pia moaned, struggling to kick her pants into the floor along with her shoes.

Just as Buggy pressed a button to open the garage—Pia barely registered the quiet neighborhood Buggy lived in—Pia spread her thighs and ground against the leather seat. Cunt slipping in a puddle of her arousal.

Buggy parked, closing the garage door with a click before turning around in his seat with a grin. Openly admiring how she stuffed her fingers back into her cunt to show she followed his command.

“I-Is this good enough?” Pia asked with a whine, rolling her hips into her palm as wet smacks filled the car.

Buggy unbuckled and leaned in to yank her hand free with a wet pop. Watching her cream stretch between her fingers and cunt before licking them clean.

His tongue was hot as it wrapped around her fingers, laving across her palm to lick up every drop of arousal.

His eyes locked with hers, dark and hungry.

“Oh, it’s perfect~” Buggy purred, reaching down to unbuckle her before clambering out of the car.

Dizzy, she stumbled after him, neglecting to grab her clothes. Only to be pulled and laid out across the hood of his car. Rain water soaking the back of her shirt and thighs as he parted her legs. Without another word, he swiped his tongue clear up her cunt.

“My pretty pussy, you don’t need those dirty numbers when you can call me anytime.” Buggy cooed into her sopping cunt before devouring her. His tongue driving between her folds and grinding into her clit.

Pia wailed, pulling his hair free as he ate her clean out.

“B-Buggy~! A-Aahhhn~oh~OH~!” Pia threw back her head as he drove his tongue into her cunt, utterly filling the space she struggled to breach with her own fingers. He pulled her waist closer to him as the sound of her wet pussy filled the garage. A wail cutting through the air as she squirted on his tongue.

Her senses cut out suddenly. Returning in waves of static as she trembled, still draped over Buggy’s car as he licked her quivering cunt delicately.

“—only cream I want from now on is right here. I should fix up a cup and let your cunt drip into it. Call it ‘Seventh Heaven’, how about that? Wanna be my little creamer?” Buggy chuckled into her pussy. “I’m the only one who gets to have this, you hear me?”

Pia whined, looking down to see him staring at her with an intense gaze.

“Y-Yeah…” She whispered hoarsely.

“Who owns this pussy? Who's the only one allowed to make you cream?” Buggy demanded, slowly dragging her down the hood until his cock pressed against her cunt.

“Y-You!”

He grinned sharply.

“Me.”

#shake date #one piece smut #buggy X OC #Buggy smut #yandere smut