#yeah i don’t want to repeat that 🤡

[sordidmusings]

Switching Up Roles - Part 2/2 (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: gif relevant cuz this mf gets his hand privileges revoked 💀 I have finally finished it QuQ getting Buggy to admit his sub desires to you for anon is here! I really hope it is what you wanted and that you enjoy 🤍 there's lots of filth but there's also a lot of them being sweet dorks together and painfully in love because I couldn't help myself whoops

Word Count: ~8.5k

Warnings: feminine leaning afab!reader (no pronouns), NSFW my dude, very sub side of switch!Buggy, face sitting, oral (both receiving), light restraining, praise, degradation, edging, p in v, creampie, brat taming im p sure (Buggy doesn't mean to be a brat, petulance is just in his soul), takes a little to get to the sex but then it just keeps happening lol

Enjoy turning the clown into even more of a hot mess 🤡

Part 1

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Buggy is, for once, at the door to your shared room, kicking off his shoes for the night, right when the last colors of sunset begin to fade and no later. His hat is pulled off and thrown with little care for where it lands and his gloves are yanked off and flung away. He stomps over to where you sit on the bed with heavy feet, plops you fully onto the bed with a complaining grunt, and flops his full weight on top of you with spread limbs. You would be chastising him right now, but all the air left your lungs when he belly-flopped you into the mattress. A few forceful breaths re-inflate your lungs, but by the time you have your words prepared, Buggy is finished with his prolonged and dramatic sigh, and he greets you with a “heya, sweetcheeks” that barely makes it out of the comforter engulfing his face.

Gods, you love this silly little man.

“Hello, lovebug,” you reply with a fond giggle. “I’d ask how you’re doing but the dramatic entrance told me everything.”

Another complaining grunt is his response.

“Sounds about right. How about this?” You shimmy yourself a touch so you can fully move your arms and slither them under his coat. Your fingers touch his sides before sweeping in and trailing next to his spine all the way up his back. You dig them in just enough to create resistance then you drag them all the way back down to the small of his back. You feel his shiver in your own body and bask in his happy sigh. “How about you let me take care of you tonight? You really need to spend some time relaxing before your body falls to pieces that won’t listen to you anymore. I don’t wanna have to put you together like a figurine again; you don’t come with assembly instructions.”

Something that sounds like “needing a waxing” vibrates into the mattress.

“You’re gonna have to repeat that one, Bubs.”

With a huff to let you know what an absurd effort you’re making him go through, Buggy turns his head to lay with his mouth next to your ear. “I said ‘sleep is relaxing’, dumbass.”

You easily ignore his toothless insult. You begin massaging the muscles under your hands on his lower back to ease him up some more. “Well, yeah, and that’s why I want to help you sleep like the dead.”

Ever a man with his mind frolicking in the gutter, Buggy gets some new found pep. He breaks out the rough whisper he knows you love to say, “And how do you plan on doing that, sweet treat?”

You turn to him and inch in close enough to speak against his lips, “Why waste time telling you when I can show you?”

Buggy’s pressing his lips to yours before you finish the final word. The kiss is full of ease with its slow rhythm and syrupy movements. You pull back to tease his lips with a brush of your own and take a moment to savor breathing the same air. Buggy won’t let you stop for long; his impatience for your touch always becomes all consuming after he gets that first taste. He’s still gaining more energy back and using it to put more strength into his movements. He props himself up on one elbow and his opposite hand slides over to palm the base of your skull. His thumb brushes the sensitive skin behind one ear and his fingers easily reach to the other, leaving you completely at his control. He gently sucks your bottom lip before giving it a hungry nip, and it comes back to you that you’re supposed to be leading this night somewhere.

When you go to pull away, Buggy’s hand keeps you exactly where he wants you. He responds to your attempted escape by teasing his tongue between your lips. This man clearly knows how weak you are for him, because you couldn’t keep yourself from deepening the kiss if you tried. Why would you ever deny yourself these moments where you could taste each other’s want on the smooth slide of tingling tongues? Wait. No. Focus.

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he breathes out in response to another attempt to pull back, this one weaker. “Don’t you wanna be my good little slut?” You let out a high-pitched moan into his mouth at that, internally cursing him for being so hot. “I need my cock-hungry pretty baby to make me feel good. Didn’t you want to be my cocksleeve? My little toy to fuck whenever and however I want?”

Yes, yes you did. You loathe your past self for giving him that ammunition to use against you right now. Without meaning to, you spread your legs fully, making space for his hips to shimmy flush to your center. He rewards you with firm grinds of the thick bulge straining against his pants. His movements are unhurried, letting you focus on every moment and the way his cock drags on your heat, reminding you of every time it had you drunk on pleasure before. The promise it gives you is mouthwatering. You realize that you may have miscalculated. You had thought his brain would be too fried from the week to use your soft spots against you, but here he is, getting you wet and pliant with one deep kiss and some choice words. What a bastard.

You try pulling away again and are met with the same result. Fine then.

Buggy squawks and flinches back when you pinch his side. He splits at the waist to keep his lower half on you and floats his upper body out of your attack range. The look he gives you is absolutely seething, but you would not be moved. You remain unimpressed.

“I did pull back multiple times. What if I had to sneeze and you made me headbutt you?” you reason, knowing it was too obvious that you were enjoying yourself to pretend otherwise. The way your legs are still happily hooked around his hips would be all the argument he needs against you.

“You always do those little prep inhales and reel back like you’re getting an exorcism. Would’ve given me plenty of time to get out of the line of fire,” Buggy grouses, crossing his arms to give you his most petulant pout.

You make an exaggerated gasp and distort your voice to sound tearful when you say, “I thought you loved me for my dramatic sneezes! Have you been lying to me this whole time?”

“Every. single. day,” he deadpans.

“And here I was,” you begin, shoving his legs off and standing from the bed, “Ready to play doting housewife for you and undress you with kisses and massages and love!” You turn your back to him to really sell the soap opera scene. Using the word “love” may have been a little bit underhanded; you both have been skittering around saying your first “I love you��s, only daring to use the weighted word indirectly. Even so, it was always easy to see how hearing the word from your lips would make him forget everything else and seek another hit of it from you.

“Aw come on, baby,” he draws out, already switching from pouting brat to placating lover. “We can still do that right?”

There is a lot of frantic rustling behind you. You peek at him over your shoulder, only allowing yourself to turn enough to see him in the corner of your eye. He is popped back together and is sitting up on his knees. He had skooched himself to the edge of the bed right behind you, where he is now giving you his best puppy dog face. You’re able to hold out just long enough for him to start wondering if your anger was all play before you spin around and chirp, “Only if you make a deal with me!”

Buggy flings himself back out on the bed and groans, “Fiiiiiiiiine.”

“It’s one you’ll like, I promise,” you soothe. You ease Buggy to sit up at the edge of the bed, laughing at the way he’d sway too far into whichever direction you pulled him, staying just one step removed from going dead weight. Once he’s settled into his spot, you take a moment to examine him. It doesn’t go unnoticed to you that his back is hunched forward under the weight of his exhaustion. Though his eyes are playful, they also hold dark bags, which peek out around his makeup. Your heart aches for him. Even when he is overworked and needing sleep, he’s taking the time to goof around with you and listen to your requests. You’d make sure he had the best sleep of his life tonight. You’d get him all clean and cozy and ready for bed and then you’d make him cum so hard that his brain blue screens. Truly a proper recipe for a good night’s rest.

“How’d you take off your gloves at the door but not your coat?” you ask, pushing said coat off his strong shoulders. He helps you by pulling out his arms. While your eyes admire any new skin exposed to you, Buggy keeps his eyes on your face.

“Can’t feel you through the gloves,” he explains. Oh, wow, that’s actually really sweet- “You ever try to enjoy tits and ass through fabric? Doesn’t work as well.”

You puff out an exasperated laugh. Yep, there’s your Buggy.

Before you move on to take off his scarf, you brush your fingertips along his neck and jaw to enjoy the warmth of his skin and the scratch of his stubble. Once the cloth is gone, you begin using your lips instead. He reaches out to hold your hips in a practiced welcome when you settle into his lap. Anywhere your kissing moves, Buggy opens himself up to your touch. You nose his jaw up for his head to fall back and kiss your way along his pulse. Your hand comes up to support the other side of his neck, your thumb admiring the shape of his adams apple. Your other hand hooks into his shirt’s collar and pulls it aside for more access. By the time you follow his collarbone to his shoulder, your kisses are open-mouthed, sucking and licking at his skin. When you move back over to the base of his neck, you feel his throat bob from a heavy swallow then vibrate under your thumb with his pleased hum.

Eager kisses lead you up to his ear, which you greet with a nip. Pulling back, you blow cool air on him to light up the damp trail you left behind. While your lips explore him, his hands explore you. They had started at your hips and are now massaging indulgently at your chest. Like everything else, the motion is not rushed, which perfectly compliments the teasing way he thumbs your nipples through your shirt.

After a sweet kiss to his temple, you undo his bandana, exposing his beautiful blue hair. You guide his head down to rest against your sternum so you can more easily take out the pins and ties keeping his hair in place. Buggy hums in pleasure from the relief in his scalp once his waves of long hair all fall free. You help soothe it further by massaging your fingers from the nape of his neck, around to temples, up to crown, and back down again. You always love when you can play with his hair; it’s become covetously soft in your care and you’ve become addicted to the faint smell of shampoo topped with ocean spray that came from it. 

Buggy’s hands move from your chest so he can wrap you in a loose hug. He mindlessly massages your lower back and ass while you tend to him. The break from your kissing lets him regain enough thought to ask, “You gonna let me know about the terms I’ve agreed to or am I supposed to start guessing?”

You give him a sweet giggle and kiss the top of his head. While moving on to unclasp his many belts, you reply, “If you insist then I guess I’ll tell you.” Even his shirt has belts, what is this? Yeah, they look nice, but each one is one more step between you and getting him naked. “What you’re gonna do-” you don’t miss his shiver at the sternness in your tone “-is lay there and enjoy what I give you.” You soften up just a touch. “I’m here to make you feel better. I need you to trust that.”

“Of course I do,” he says, almost offended. He earns a kiss with the ease and earnestness of his response.

Finally, all the belts are undone and his shirt is opened. Buggy pops his arms off so you can easily push it off of him without the rest of his body moving an inch. He reassembles while your hands work on touching every new stretch of skin. You’d never tire of feeling his abs twitch under your touch or tracing the contours of his body. You get bolder, scratching pink lines through the light texture of his blue chest hair. It matches his stubble in a handsome blue, slightly darker than the hair on his head.

With a grip on his hair, you ease Buggy’s head off of your chest. He moans at the pull of it on his tender scalp and hopes you think it's from discomfort. The way you turn your hand so it pulls firmer, earning more sounds, lets him know he’s not fooling you. He finds that he doesn’t care when he sees the appraising look you’re giving him. 

Now that he’s sat up, you get back to work on marking him up. There’s a gentle, tingling scratch of hair against the skin of your face while you work him over. Buggy is slowly and surely falling apart between your dominating hand and worshiping lips. Where before he felt the need to muster the energy to meet you for pleasure, he is now surrendering to let you control when and how he feels it. He lets himself lean into your grip and keeps himself relaxed, only moving his hips in mindless grinds. Having this man offer you free access to himself is winding you up quickly. You needed to get this moving along. You could take all the time you wanted soon. After smearing a few more kisses across his chest, you get up to work on getting him out of his pants.

“Come on, Bugs, let’s get you out of the rest of those clothes,” you coo, moving back to stand in front of him. 

“You want me naked~” Buggy taunts in a singsong voice like a schoolyard bully, giving you the cheekiest grin. He holds out his arms (making grabby hands of course) for you to pull him up. With a sturdy heave, you get the sleepy clown back on his feet. 

“You’ve found me out,” you whisper in fake shame. “Whatever will I do?”

“Well, toots, you can buy my silence with kisses,” he offers.

After giving many quick kisses all over his face, many with exaggerated “mwah!”s to get more giggles out of him, you move on to his pants. Buggy stays quiet and pliant while you undid them and pull them down to his ankles, following them down to the floor. You are happy to see that familiar bulge more clearly while he’s just in his boxers. You kiss along his length through them, making it twitch eagerly. His hand comes to rest on your head, letting you know how much he wants you to stay there. You look up at him, making eye contact, before pulling back and pulling his boxers down to join his pants. You think it’s cute the way his breath still catches from seeing you like this. It’s also cute the way his hands move to your shoulders to help him balance while you take off his pants and boxers then pull each sock off of his feet.

Buggy settles himself to recline on the pillows at the head of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head. He eats up the way your eyes scrape over every inch of his spread out body. It isn’t lost on him the way your eyes always gravitate towards the prize laying heavy on his stomach, highlighted by a deep blue happy trail and trimmed curls. “Your turn, sweet cheeks,” he prompts.

“Not so fast,” you say, turning away from him and going to grab some items on the dresser. You turn back holding out a cloth and bowl of water to answer Buggy’s raised brow. He is not happy with your answer.

“Come ooooon,” he complains. “Aren’t you used to the makeup by now?”

“Yeah, I thought that was obvious,” you respond, gesturing to the marks he’s left on your face and chest. “But our skin will be happier without it and you’ll feel better sleeping clean and without a whole stage show’s paint on your pillow.”

“But I want you on me now,” he growls. Okay that greedy tone almost won you over, but you could use his weak spots too.

“I also..” you had wanted to only play shy but found that the feeling became genuine. “I also want to see you bare faced tonight.” Buggy narrows his eyes so you continue. “Don’t get me wrong, the makeup is sexy - like obviously, you’ve seen how I get - but you’re handsome without it too. And sometimes all I wanna see is you.”

He relents easily, trying to hide the blush that burns up his cheeks and down his neck. You reward him by making very quick progress of getting him fresh faced and cleaning the smears off of your own face and body, before moving onto your clothes. 

You’d like to say that you were sexy in the way that you stripped yourself, but the reality is that you were quick and unchoreographed in your rush to get back to Buggy. He’d never complain though; there’s already plenty of your mouth watering strip teases filed away in his mind. There was also a rush in knowing how quickly you want to touch him again. And in the way the rush has your tits and ass jiggling.

Buggy reaches out to welcome you back into his lap, but is blindsided when you move to grab and spread his ankles instead. The way you crawl in between his legs is slow and maddening. Where’s that impatience that had you tearing off your clothes? Buggy can’t lie, he does love the way you’re kissing up his legs and the way it lets him savor how your body moves and curves. His worn body and thumping heart are addicted to the way you’re touching him. The problem is that he’s having trouble thinking of anything beyond the way his cock throbs angrily at the lack of attention.

The whispers, nips, and kisses that you layer on his thighs stay just on the right side of ticklish. Buggy’s hands follow your movements, brushing into your hair and tugging gently whenever you find a particularly sensitive spot. You keep at it until his thighs are twitching and jumping to your touch and he’s lost control of the pace of his breath. It’s only then that you begin teasing his cock with soft lips and cold blown air. You mix in firm, sedate licks to keep hinting at the relief your mouth could bring.

Buggy detaches his hands and begins to trail them down your sides. He’s hoping that playing you with his fingers would urge you along. Beyond that, he needs to feel how slick and warm you are and get his mind ready for the feeling that would soon slide over his aching cock by sinking his fingers into your plush grip. You quickly stop his plot by plopping your hips flush to the bed so that he can get no further than groping your ass. 

“Ah ah ah, I didn’t say you could touch me yet,” you reprimand. Buggy whines back at you and you nip his upper inner thigh. “Hands,” you command, holding your own out. Even with his protests, he detaches his hands and floats them to your own. You link your fingers together with his then shove his hands down into the mattress, leaning your weight on them.

With him disarmed, you focus back to winding him up. Taking his head into your mouth, you begin swirling your tongue. Buggy manages to keep his hips from pushing more of him into you, but they shake with the effort. You turn your head to the side and begin massaging his head into the inside of your cheek, careful to keep your teeth off of him. He bites out curses and looks down at you to burn the image of your cheek bulging from his cock into his mind forever. He begins to let his hips lead the movements pressing out your cheek, so you pull him back out of your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” Buggy pleads. He needs to keep feeling you or he’s sure he’ll go insane.

“I didn’t hear you say please,” you snark at him. He starts chanting the word for you in hopes to fix his mistake and earn your mouth back, but you’re already decided on the matter. Instead of sucking on him again, you simply nose around his hips and crotch to tease him, using what you could with your hands occupied restraining him. You found you enjoyed it; he smells strongly of clean skin and sex and the new method of touching him lets your brain notice new details to cherish. “It’s too late, silly clown,” you taunt.

When he can take no more, Buggy detaches an arm and bends it around the back of your neck. He pulls you into him by the crook of his elbow and growls out, “more”. You glare up at him before quickly taking him back into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat, grinding his head there while sucking harshly and gripping his balls.

Buggy yelps out an apology, the sensation way too much to process so suddenly. His arm flies back to him and you ease your grip on him. You soothe him with a few gentle bobs of your head before popping off and leaving a kiss to the soft skin on the underside of his cock. That sharp hit to his nerves chased by the tender touch fogs up his mind.

“I’ll do what you want, please tell me what you want,” he begs.

“What I want-” you’re crawling your way back up his body, “-is for you to be honest with me. Tell me what you’ve been hiding this whole time.”

Buggy’s face scrunches in genuine confusion. “I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“You sure?” you press. You lean towards his lips, which gently part in anticipation of a kiss. The moment before your lips brush, when you feel his stuttered breath, you change course and ghost your lips across his jaw to his ear. “But it would make me so  happy if you just told me,” you whisper. “You usually make me feel so good.” You can feel him listening intently. “You don’t want to be good for me?” He stills completely. “Don’t you want to be my good little toy?” His whole body shivers beneath you. You kiss and suck your way down his neck and he leans his head away to give you as much access as possible. “Just say it baby and I’ll make you feel good.”

If you weren’t so busy buried in his neck, you would see the breathtaking mix of apprehension and need flaring in his bright eyes while he debates how to answer you.

“I want you to use me. I-” he trails off and looks away, losing his nerve. 

You begin gently petting his hair and placing kisses on the side of his face. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He looks back at you and his shining eyes and furrowed brow plead for the promise that you’re telling the truth. You give him a firm kiss on the lips, which he eagerly returns with a small suckle to your bottom lip. You pull back to check in, looking into his eyes, before encouraging him again. “Keep going, lovely. I wanna hear it.”

Buggy tenses once more before he seems to let his resistance break and fall out of every muscle, leaving him limp and prone amongst the pillows and sheets. “I want to be your toy - I want you to take charge and do what you want to me. I want.. I want to follow your orders.”

The kiss you gift him is ravenous, and he fills with relief. “You’re so good to me, baby,” you praise, and that relief triples.

You reassuringly squeeze his captive hands and lead your way back down his body with your lips. The transition helps relax him and loosens his mind again. As you get back to your sweet torture, he keeps reaching downward not remembering that his hands aren't there then whining when he doesn’t reach your head. You switch his hands to being clamped between your knees so you can scratch your nails down his thighs, using just enough pressure to leave long pink trails. Taking it further, you move your mouth away from his dick to work across his v-line. Buggy gets more fussy at the lack of attention on his cock, squirming and whimpering below you.

Mouth still busy on his soft skin, you use one hand to palm over his balls to the underside of his dick and curl your hand closed around him, one finger at a time. You angle his cock upright, enjoying the feeling of his precum beginning to trail down across your fingers. Your mouth changed course back closer to him, emptying his mind of any thoughts but “yes, yes, yes-”. He blanks out completely when your blazing hot tongue drags across his balls during a squeeze and a pump of his dick. The relief is short lived when your grip loosens and stills and your mouth leaves him completely. His head snaps down to see why you stopped and he sees that you’re already giving him a malicious smirk. Your eyes stay on his when you pucker your lips to blow on his aching tip. His head snaps back sharply, the movement exaggerated by his hair.

“You’re going so sloooow,” Buggy complains, frustrated. “I thought you were gonna take care of me.” He sounds impressively sulky.

“If you’re not happy with my services,” you start in a measured tone, moving forward until you are nose to nose, “then you can take care of yourself.” His face pales. You look down at his dick in your hand thoughtfully before saying, “Better yet I can just steal your cock and run off to the showers to take care of myself.”

“No!” Buggy wants it to come out like an order but it is definitely an anxious plea.

“Oh, so you’re telling me I can’t?” He shrinks even more under your glare, making you feel powerful.

“Just stay in here, pleeeease, need to see you feel good,” Buggy begs, voice small. “Don’t even need to cum, just need you.” 

You aren’t supposed to give in unless on your own time, but knowing that he’s only thinking of your pleasure is making you weak.

“I thought you wanted to be my good little toy and good toys don’t whine and make demands. They are happy with what they’re given if their owners give them anything at all.” He whimpers. “Right now you’re more of a fucking brat.”

“Noooooo,” his broken complaint sounded delicious, but the look on his face was nearing too close to real distress. 

“No?” You mock. You look down at him with a condescending pout. Your eyes bore into his, needing to notice every little detail of his next reaction. “Oh, baby, if you’re not a brat then you’re just a pussy-hungry slut.”

Buggy shuts his eyes and moans loudly at your words. The sound of his own voice calling you a cock-hungry slut many times over echoes from his memories. He didn’t think having his own insults turned on him would feel so invigorating. It’s clear to you that that is much more what he wants to be for you. Your slut; not your brat. How sweet. When all his layers are peeled back he only wants to please.

“That’s okay you sick little thing. You just can’t help it, can you?” He shakes his head with those gorgeous, shining eyes pleading at you. “If you’re so hungry, I guess I gotta feed you so you can shut. up.”

Before his mind even realizes that you began moving, you flip around and sit directly on his face. Your strong thighs are clamping his arms down to his sides, leaving his hands to be snatched up in your own again. You’ve positioned yourself so his mouth is at your clit and his nose is teasing your entrance. He gives a thick inhale and presses his tongue out to lap at you with a satisfied moan.

“Much better,” you groan, completely self-satisfied.

You waste no time before you begin rocking your hips. The room fills with the sloppy sounds of him licking and sucking at you, overly enthusiastic about having your pussy in his face.

“Now stick out that tongue for me,” you order, giving him his only warning before you drop much of your weight down to get the best pressure of his tongue, nose, and chin against you. The sensation has you clenching against the surface of his nose, getting it wet. You switch between a few long grinds from cupid’s bow to chin and making sharp circles of your clit on his tongue.

Buggy barely gets any time to fully breathe and he loves it. His head has become a murky swirl of your addicting taste and smell and the lovely sounds of you moaning for him. It sends pleasure prickling through him, making him burn with need, but he’s sure he’d stay on this painful precipice forever if it meant you kept using him to feel good. Buggy’s moans are becoming slurred whines as he gets drunk off your pussy. He was trying so hard to be perfect for you. He would stiffen his tongue to grind back into you or curl the end up for you to use on your clit. He’s ignoring his nerves at having his nose be an active participant, because he feels the way you follow its pressure. His hands are clamped on yours, floating in front of you to give you better leverage to move. He’s done good to not pull either of them away and give his leaking cock the relief it desperately needs. He deserves a reward.

You bring his hands in to place them on your breasts, where they need no direction to start working you. The warm, grounding pressure of them kneading your breasts is broken up by little circles, pinches, and pulls to your nipples that send tingles to your spine and straight down to your clit. Once they’re settled on you, you curl forward to place your head back in front of his red, twitching dick. You put your elbows down by Buggy’s sides and take advantage of the fact that he’s too lost between your legs to notice where you’ve put your face.

Buggy arches and yelps when you blow strong, cold air on his head and tease your fingertips along his Apollo's belt. His utter excitement at your attention shows in his bucking hips and pressing face. His whole body is buzzing with the thought, “I did good!”

“Your mouth is fucking good, perfect for an eager slut” you praise. Buggy keens loudly into you, sending strong vibrations through your pussy. “I’ll have to steal your head as my seat more often.” You flick your tongue on his frenulum, earning a strong twitch. “I’ll hunt you down any time I need to cum and force you down under me,” you promise in a husky voice. 

Finally, you slide him into your mouth and moan at the familiar taste and weight and heat. He’s as sensitive as you’ve ever seen him, hips and cock jerking. You tease a hand down to cup his balls and feel them pull tight while his dick starts a familiar pulse, his voice going wild in your ears. Oh?

“Not so fast, stupid doll,” you warn, moving your hand to make a tight ring around the base of his cock. “Thought you could just cum without getting me off first?”

Buggy tries to get out apologies but his mouth is too busy buried in your pussy.

“I’m touching you as a reward. Don’t get greedy,” you scold. Then you’re putting him back in your mouth and he’s sobbing under your cunt. You couldn’t do anything more than light sucking and trailing your hands on him before you’d have to pull back and keep him from cumming. Each time, he’d try to apologize and each time he would look and sound more and more pathetic. By the time you feel the pressure of your own orgasm pulsing throughout your hips, he’s shaking like a leaf.

The crackling complaint Buggy let out when you pulled yourself off of his face was heartbroken. His fingers slipped and pulled as they made their way from your breasts down to your hips, where they weakly tried to pull you back down on him.

“Shhh sweet boy,” you soothed, placing your hands reassuringly over his, “I’m just gonna use your cock now, gotta give that pretty face a break.”

That quickly distracts him from the loss of your touch, if his urgent pleas and raised hips are anything to go by. You get down to his hips and lean forward slightly, gripping firmly onto each of his warm thighs for stability. You admire the lines that twist over them as his muscles move and react to you. Feeling a little bit sadistic, you grip them hard enough to bruise and hover just close enough to his cock so that he feels the heat of you there but only the ghost of your touch.

“Please touch me,” he begs. “So close, need to feel you-”

Buggy continues to babble and you continue to hover, delighting in the way his dick would sometimes jump up to tap your entrance, electrifying both of you. He squirms under the strength and weight of your grasp on his thighs, trying to chase you with his hips. Suddenly, he splits his legs off above your grip and is finally able to grind fully into you, gliding smoothly through the thick mix of slick, spit, and precum between you. An absurdly hot groan rushes out of him, starting as all exhale before morphing into a loud tone supported by a rumble in his chest. Your mind blanks with your own gasping moan before you recenter yourself and let your dead weight drop on him, shoving his hips deeply down into the mattress.

You had angled your hips to save your clit from all pressure but the tap of his balls when they bounced up from the impact, but Buggy was given no such mercy. The first hit between your weight and the bed presses his cock near painfully between the two of you, but he can’t deny the way the feeling sent prickles across his every nerve and the relief after it let up has him baring his teeth in his bid to not cum. Instead of nice grinds, you simply oscillate your weight around your hips to keep giving him too much stimulation but not the right kind.

“Am I not doing good enough for you?” you ask, voice carrying a warning that he better answer properly.

“N-no I love it, I was just-”

“Just what?” you interrupt, hand moving from bruising his thigh to cup his balls, adding to the threat in your tone.

“Couldn’t think! S-sorry, I’m sorry -hhhanh- ” Buggy keeps his apologies streaming because he can’t stop disobeying you - he can’t help making tight little movements of his hips against you to feel more of you.

“Having trouble being the one fucked stupid, little whore?” you goad. “Don’t like being so pussy-whipped you can’t think like a person anymore?”

“I love it,” he moans, fiercer than you expected. “Need it -hahh- need you, I’m yours, need to be yours.”

Fuck, you need to get him inside you; you were too close to cumming empty from hearing him talk like that. You keep the hand on his balls, starting to fondle them, and use the other to line him up with your entrance. You can already feel bliss curling in your toes as his fat head presses at you, but Buggy does the last thing you expect - he pulls back.

“No!” his voice breaks and you whip around, scared that something was wrong. He’s staring at you with wide, wet eyes. “Turn around, please, please, wanna see you.” You relaxed knowing he wasn’t hurt or scared or uncomfortable. He begins to have trouble looking at you, turning his head away shyly and letting some of his hair sweep over to shield his face. “Want you to look at me.”

You’re getting whiplash after being thrown from panic to overwhelmed with affection so quickly. You move slowly and smoothly when you turn yourself around and slink your body down over him. You rest on your elbows and slowly lower your hips back down to him, this time grinding his head against your clit generously. Buggy’s head spins between the fire you’re tending in him and the loving way you hold his face and brush away his hair.

“You sure you can take it, honey?” you ask softly. “You can’t even look at me right now.”

“I can!” he asserts, needing to prove himself to you. He turns his face to yours and flicks his gaze to your eyes and away a few times before he’s able to lock eyes with you. You pet his face and continue your smooth grinding, taking the time to look at him like he wants you to. Buggy’s face is the most beautiful shade of pathetic you’d ever seen; shimmering tear tracks highlight skin that is pink and flushed and damp with sweat. The color of his cheeks brings out the ruby color of his nose and you can’t resist brushing your own nose against it. He tries to flinch back but you follow him. When he turns his face away, you lure him back to you with sweet kisses. When he faces you again, you intensify the stable grinding you’ve kept up to nudge him a little closer to the edge once again.

“So pretty,” you whisper, reverent and honest. Your eyes are looking right into his, seeing him in a way that has him feeling worshiped. Loving fingers map out the structure of his cheekbones and jaw, moving on to chart his lips. They kiss at your fingertips sweetly. “I have the prettiest toy on the seas. Better than any other treasure.”

He perks up at that, giving you a moan and bucking hips.

“You wanna be my treasure?” you ask, getting an immediate, breathy “yes” from him.

“Well I love every bit of my treasures, from their gems to their dents,” you tell him. “After they’ve caught my eye with their beauty, the only thing they need to do to stay my treasures is let me care for every piece of them.” You brush your noses together again, staring at him pointedly. “Can you do that for me?”

There’s real conflict in Buggy’s eyes and you slow your hips to let him think. After a few long breaths, his whole body tenses and he nudges his nose back into yours in a hesitant eskimo kiss.

You turn your head and crash your lips on his in a consuming kiss full of teeth and tongue and praises. You’re bursting with your pride and love from his show of trust and he’s lost in the flood of your acceptance. Your hips are insistent again and, without breaking the kiss, you reach down and, at last, guide his cock into you.

Buggy cranes his head back again, so you switch to sucking and biting his neck. You can’t taste or feel enough of him, he’s not close enough. Even when he’s deep enough to lick at your cervix you need more of him. Even though he’s wedged you open enough for you to feel the pressure of it in your hips. Even though he’s crammed between your legs, ringing in your ears, sinking under your nails, sitting on your tongue, filling your breath - none of it is enough, so you keep taking more from him.

Though his hands have found their way onto your hips countless times, this grip felt foreign. Normally they’d hold firm and sure and guide you to move just how he needs you to. Right now, his grip is somehow tighter even though it’s all pawing and clawing. He has no control on how you fuck him, he’s just desperately trying to hold on for the ride and grasp more you - he’d do absolutely anything if it meant he’d get a single bit closer to you - to knowing nothing in this world other than every inch, every sound, every feeling that you have to offer. And then he’d beg for even more.

“Talk to me, treasure, tell me how you feel,” you urge. 

“I -mngh!- I-I feel-” Buggy gasps out. It’s clear he’s trying to listen to you but that pretty little head of his is scrambled. He keeps his foggy eyes on you in an attempt to focus, despite how much they want to roll back behind fluttering lids. He pants and moans a few more times before licking his lips and trying again. “-’s good, so good, s-so -uungh- s’gooooood -hahh-”

“That’s my good man, my perfect treasure, my sweet love,” you coo somewhere between a whisper and a moan. The way he’s stretching you open, rubbing at you with his hot cockhead is fraying your control. The freedom to call him “love” sends flutters through your chest. Buggy is just as desperate for the claim, each time he hears the word a keening whine answers it.

“Please, please, need you to cum,” he pants. “Can’t -hhah- c-can’t-”

“You can and you will.” The command leaves no room for argument.

You’re getting so close, feeling the promise of your release in the tingle of your fingers, the heat searing through your trembling thighs, and the tight gripping in your body all the way from your throat to your pussy. The feelings pulse stronger with each clap of your hips to Buggy, each time his thick cock shoves you open and lights up every buzzing nerve that it rubs through your walls.

“Fuck, love, you can cum.” He feels your lips form the words against his racing pulse. It’s hard to keep track of what you’re saying through the white out in your head and the heat licking through your entire body.  Your words rush out desperately, trying to get your scattered thoughts to him through a heavy tongue and a lack of air. “You’re so, so good, feel so good, gonna cum so fucking hard, love it so much, fuck, love how you make me feel so good-”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you-” he gasps out on loop as his hips stutter and his cock jumps, filling you up. His pathetic thanks and the feeling of him releasing into you send you over the edge and everything burns so good. Your body involuntarily bucks and trembles on him for a few seconds where you have no say. You find yourself caving into him under the weight of your clenching muscles. Every clench of your cunt around him feels long and gripping and lets your swollen walls feel him with a little more detail. You make small, slow circles of your hips to wring out his climax, which seems never ending. Rush after rush of hot cum fills you until it’s spilling back into his lap, but his hands still encourage your movements and his body still shakes and trembles and he still babbles praises into your shoulder. Even when the aftershocks are settling to fewer and further between, he lets out a pathetic whine any time you stop moving in an attempt to give him some respite. After indulging him in another minute of overstimulation, you slowly lift off of him, receiving an upset groan. You hush him with trailing hands and sweet kisses, which he happily returns.

When his breathing is finally steady, you take a moment to check him over. His face is so relaxed he actually looks knocked out, but he does hum in response to your light squeeze on his shoulder. Buggy’s lashes have always been beautiful, but they look especially nice sending shadows across his cheek bones. His hair is a wild mess around him, and it feels silky between your fingers when you detangle it. His broad chest is still moving a bit fast with his breath, but each rise is a bit larger and longer. You admire the way his breathing moves the red spots and pink streaks decorating him, especially enjoying their contrast to his blue chest hair. His throat bobbing on a heavy swallow points your attention back upwards, and you admire the way his dark stubble makes his jaw even sharper. A little higher, you notice how red and swollen his lips are and how shining tear tracks dry across his face. You’d never seen him so fucked out. It looks gorgeous on him.

Since Buggy is calm and settling, it’s time to get up and clean you both up a bit. This time he communicates his displeasure at your absence with a petulant grunt. You turn back with a raised brow to sass him but break out in laughter instead when you see he couldn't even muster the energy to turn his head toward you. You don’t think this man has even opened his eyes since before he came.

“Don’t worry, love, I’m just getting a towel to clean up.”

A begrudging grunt.

Good enough.

After quickly taking care of yourself, you reappear with a warm, damp towel. The moment Buggy feels your weight back on the bed, he musters all of his remaining strength and pulls you on top of him. You giggle while he grumbles something into your shoulder.

“One more time, Bugs.”

He sighs like you are the most unreasonable person he has ever met, and you laugh at the deja vu you’re feeling. His lips move up to your ear and you hum happily at the tingles his breath leaves behind. “You took too long.”

You roll your eyes. “Sorry, your highness. Just trying to make sure we don’t wake up sticky in a puddle. Now come on, it’s your turn.”

On the third attempt to pull back, he finally lets you go (with yet another grumble) and you set to work on wiping him down. You begin with his face, enjoying the hum he lets out at the light warmth in the soft cloth, and move down to his neck. You spend a little bit of extra time on his shoulders and chest, massaging between swipes of the towel. He obnoxiously flings each arm at you when you are ready for them, just to hear you laugh another time. He enjoys the emptiness of his head while you move to his calves and work your way up. On his thighs and stomach, you sprinkle sweet kisses that leave his heart feeling gooey. He falls in love with you all over again when you blow a raspberry on his side to rouse him once he gets too close to dozing off.

He thinks he is all out of aftershocks until he is savoring the last few when you finish cleaning him up. You leave a loving kiss on the sensitive skin just inside his hip bone, before standing up, again to a groan. Buggy was always touchy after sex (and honestly touchy in general; you’re surprised he doesn’t demand you to hold a detached hand at all hours) but this is something else. It has you thinking of how much you crave his affirming touch whenever he is pushy or rough with you during sex. You’re both lucky that you find his pouting endlessly endearing. Grabbing the blankets that had fallen from the foot of the bed, you finally make your way back to him.

“Took you long enough.” Buggy’s words are bratty, but his tone is sweet and starstruck. He’s making sure to enjoy the last bit of seeing you clearly before you turn off the light.

“Fine - next time I’ll throw you a towel and go find a clean hammock for myself,” you tease. “That should be much quicker.” You plop onto the bed next to Buggy, jostling him, and you fluff the blankets out over the two of you.

“Noooooooooo,” he whines. “You’d leave me to fend for myself like that? I’d die.” Even with the dark, the way you two move to intertwine is coordinated and sure, played out many times before.

“I’m pretty sure there’s cryptid in your bloodline; you should do just fine with survival,” you laugh, snuggling deeper into him. As always, a deep inhale of him (saltwater, spices, leather, smoke, musk) has you immersed in your safe space. “Aren’t you the self-proclaimed untamable man, oh great Captain Buggy?”

“I’ve been domesticated-” you guffaw “-and it’s all your fault so you need to take some responsibility for your actions.”

You settle your laughter and look to meet his gaze. By now your eyes have adjusted just enough for you to see the moonlight from the porthole reflecting in his eyes. The unguarded affection you spot in them stalls your breath.

“Okay.” The word promises much more than he had asked. The meaning seems to reach him, because he holds you just that much closer and plants a lingering kiss to the top of your head. 

The brushing of the waves on the thick wooden sides of the ship guides your breath to deepen. The creaking of wooden boards and distant thunking of feet on the deck comfort you with their familiarity. Buggy is just barely hanging onto consciousness, trying to keep his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin. The last things your mind holds onto are the warmth seeping from Buggy’s body, the gentleness of those calloused fingertips, and the sleepy slur of his tender mumble.

“Goodnight, my brightest star.”

#buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown #opla buggy #one piece #thirst hours #my writing #buggy smut #buggy x y/n #one piece smut #gn reader #afab reader #x reader

[lucienarcheron]

Bryce: “Do you hate a mate?”

Azriel: “No.”

Bryce: “Partner or spouse?”

Azriel: “No.”

I wanna know what went on through this mans head. “Why does everyone have a mate except for me?” 💀😂 Don’t worry, Az. You have a mate but your head is too far up your ass right now to see it.🤡😂

I saw a theory that Azriel’s book might start when Bryce falls into Prythian, or a little before, and it does actually make sense. Regardless, I want to see Az cry himself to sleep/be emo because Bryce stole his beloved knife. I still love him, but yeah. I just know this man was salty and broody the entire time. Bonus if his shadows (or Gwyn) teased him about it.😂💙

Becca and I were actually talking about this last night and how Azriel was really out here having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day HAHA. This weird little alien girl came for this throat 😂

You KNOW he was sulking like crazy and being SO upset. Despite the circumstances, Cassian is trying not to laugh, patting him on the back while Rhys is just *waves hands* all, "How am I supposed to use you to scare people if you kept getting duped by a weird alien girl?" Everyone teased him about it whether they knew what was happening or not.

The only thing going through his head at Bryce's question is what I think is always going on in his head these days and that is the song "All By Myself" on repeat because he's a loser who literally wouldn't know he was feeling things if those feelings punched him in the face 😂😂😂

I think if his book is next, starting it in tandem with CC events would make sense to keep the flow of the story going, especially to give us insight into what was going on with ACOTAR crew and how much crying Azriel did lol.

#azriel #bryce quinlan #hofas #hofas spoilers #asks #anon

[whomadewaffles]

Some pjhazel incorrect quotes I've been saving for awhile...I feel like with how starved for content shippers of these two are right now, keeping these to myself would be a crime. I'm SO sorry for not citing sources. I wasn’t originally planning to post these, and finding them retroactively is like.. impossible.

Pjhazel is the focus, but others are included as side characters. So if you don't ship them, then just scroll on by and go about your day, please!

Also, for a heads up that will apply to all 3 parts: expect bad language and sex references cos obviously.

Oh, and this is part 1 of 3, even if it is the longest part

Long post under the cut!

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Josie: You slept with Hazel? OUR Hazel? Callahan??

Pj: I didn't know what else to do! She had those big, sad eyes. I couldn't help it.

Josie: ...sure, sounds like you had no other choice.

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Pj: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or sarcastic and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

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Hazel, jumping out of pj's closet: BOO!

Pj:

Hazel:

Pj:

Hazel: *makes the patented Hazel callahan sad face*

Pj: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

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Hazel: TERRIBLE NEWS!

Pj: Did you disarm the bomb?

Hazel: If I disarmed it, would I come running in here and shout, TERRIBLE NEWS!?

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Pj: hazel, you are such a nerdy little dork, you can't pull any girl.

Hazel * has been crushing on her since they met*: okay. that's fine.

*2 years later*

Hazel: so what did you say? Repeat that again.

Pj: 🤡

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Pj: It has come to my attention, that I have some unresolved feelings or resentment toward my father.

Therapist: a little late, but I’m happy you’ve taken this first step. Now you can start looking to overcome that.

Pj: Already done. I’ve found a full proof solution…I’m going to ignore it. Completely and utterly.

Pj: just like my dad did me.

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Pj: the secret to being impulsive successfully is being faster than the consequences of your actions. you can't let them catch you or its all over

Annie: is that why everytime Hazel even looks at you since you kissed her you run away like a little bitch?

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Pj *trying everything she can to kiss hazel again without just admitting she likes her like a normal healthy person*: Hey, are you aware that kissing reduces stress?

Hazel: Okay.

Pj:

Hazel:

Pj: Hey, you look stressed. Like, really stressed. Just wanted to let you know.

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Hazel: It’s not that I don’t trust pj, I just... don’t trust her impulse control

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Hazel: None of you might remember this, but there was a time when PJ considered herself out of my league.

Hazel: Oh, how the mighty have fallen (into my arms)

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Hazel *trying to teach her girlfriend how to take better notes in class*: to make it easier, you should always highlight the important things

*later*

Annie: Hazel, why are you covered in different colored highlighter?

Hazel: don't ask

Pj: she's important! okay!?

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Hazel: I'm freaking out, How do I make our first date really romantic?

Stella-Rebecca: Be mysterious.

Hazel: Okay!

*later, while on a date with pj* 

Pj: So where are we going?

Hazel: None of your fucking business.

Pj *is shocked and a little turned on* 😳

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Pj: Yeah, I lost the ability to give a shit at a very young age. It was a very tragic accident. Never recovered

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Pj: *on the phone with josie* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

Josie: You’re pulling Oreos apart and shaving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you?

Pj: Maybe.

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Pj: I love you.

Hazel: I thought I annoyed you?

Pj: You do annoy me. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but I want to spend every irritating moment with you.

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Pj: Im tired

Hazel: You should come to the gym with me! We could make it a date and exercising gives you energy!

Pj: Yeah, the same energy you need to go to the gym

Pj: Sounds like a pyramid scheme to me

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Pj *texting*: I'm showering

Hazel *texting back*: oh nice, send a pic of you're hair in a giant spike lmao!

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Pj: rest assured, rational me and impulsive me are having a fucking smackdown 24/7 100% of the time

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Hazel: Please, this is the 4th time its happened, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Pj: I'm sorry is this OUR broken nose? Stay out of it.

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Pj: I asked Hazel out.

Britney: Oh, I’m sorry.

Pj: Why?

Brittney: Well, I assume she said no.

Pj: No, she said yes.

Brittney: Really? Then I’m sorry for her.

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Pj: Shout out to my girlfriend who just randomly decided to eat my chapstick.

Hazel: WHY WOULD THEY MAKE IT COTTON-CANDY FLAVORED IF IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE EATEN?!

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Pj: You're annoying.

Hazel *in her head*: Enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst with happy ending, 300k+ words

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Pj: I win

Hazel: I am literally pinning you down

Pj: I know

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Hazel: So sorry for making you fall in love with me because of my autistic swag and kissable lips.

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Pj: *Drinking a bottle of water*

Josie: Since when do you carry water? I've known you my whole life and you never do that.

Pj: Hazel freaked out ‘cause I told her I never drink water

Pj: Now she’s making me drink 8 glasses a day

Pj: It’s like, there’s water in soda, coffee, the little pools of water on pizza…

Isabel: …That’s grease

Pj: Well it’s wet isn’t it!

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Hazel: You're in love with me?

Pj: Unless you're not in love with me. Then I take it back, because, you know... I'm cool.

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Pj: You are an absolute fucking dork.

Hazel *singing*: Yeah, but I'm your dork!

Pj *happy sigh*: Yeah, you're my dork.

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Pj: I'm a very good liar.

Josie: Yesterday, I asked if you were missing  hazel while she was gone, and you said "no" right before bursting into tears.

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#pjhazel #bottoms 2023 #pj bottoms #hazel callahan #incorrect quotes #hope you enjoy and hope this feels in-character for them! #us pjhazel shippers are starving so gotta help how I can! #part 2 will be posted tomorrow in the afternoon hopefully

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jack, Deuce: Reason for Strength

Every time Jack talks about Magical Shift, I think about how he used to watch Leona play on the TV 😂 which… I DON’T KNOW, I THINK IT’S KINDA CUTE HOW HE LOOKS UP TO LEONA LIKE THAT

L*ona as a respectable upperclassman that his juniors admire 🤡 This is literally Epel’s Union Birthday interview all over again... OTL

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future

“What do you do on your days off?“

“I train.” Jack said it as though it were the most obvious, most simple answer in the entire world. (And, if the massive size of his muscles said anything about it, Deuce didn’t doubt him.) “I keep a notebook, research different protein bars... that kind of thing.”

“That makes sense! It’s just like Coach Vargas says, if you want to get gains, you’ve got to commit yourself to constant training.” Deuce paused. “Oh, and apparently drink lots of raw eggs.”

“They’re a good source of protein,” Jack agreed, “but you can get a more varied diet if you mix in protein powders with your regular meals.” He took a look at Deuce’s arms, then added, “I can recommend some to you. Track and Field Club member to Track and Field Club member.”

“I’d appreciate it!” Deuce smiled gratefully. “Come to think of it, why are you in Track and Field instead of Magift?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I always figured since you look up to Kingscholar-senpai so much--”

“I-I do NOT!!” Jack cried indignantly (though his cheeks darkened bashfully and his ears flattened in a telltale way).

“--that you’d go for the same extracurricular he’s in. You mentioned before that you’re really into Defensive Magic too. Playing Magift would give you a chance to practice that, and using it with other types of magic. It seems like a perfect fit for you.”

“It’s a team sport,” Jack grunted. “Not my thing. I’m better off doing things myself.”

“Oh.”

The birthday boy turned away, as if closing the conversation like a book, its story told time and time again. The frown on his face was like a worn cover or folded pages, creased with lines and frayed at the edges. 

Deuce regarded him with a pensive look. “… Hey, Jack. I’ve been wondering this for a while now, but… Why do you want to become so strong?”

“Why?”

“Yeah. I mean, there’s gotta be a reason for it, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t be working so hard. Um! Like how I’m aiming to be an honors student to make my mom proud. I want to know what drives you!”

Jack’s fur bristled. His eyes darted away. “Wanting to be strong is its own reward,” he said gruffly. “What I have right now isn’t enough.”

“Dude, you’re already the buffest guy I know!!”

“It’s still not enough,” Jack repeated, clenching his hands into fists. (Deuce nervously eyed the beastman’s broomstick, afraid that he would snap it cleanly in half from the way the wood strained against his grip.)

“How can it not be enough?”

Jack faced his friend. A new haunted urgency shone in his fierce stare. “Because even someone as strong as Leona-senpai can have moments of weakness. Times when they turn on others and give in to their darkest impulses.”

Deuce gulped. An unspoken word formed a creeping chill along his skin.

Overblot.

They had both been there that day in the coliseum. They had both witnessed Leona’s dissent into madness, how his face twisted and writhed with pain as black ink consumed him.

The earth-shattering roar he had let out then, whipping sands making their eyes tear, pushing them farther and farther away... Their voices not reaching him.

“Strength will never be enough. That’s why I need to dedicate myself to training--not just my muscles, but my mind and spirit too. So when that day comes where I’m challenged, I’ll be ready for it.” Jack nodded solemnly. “I won’t give in.”

I will protect the ones I love with all my strength. That is the reason I train.

“Wow...” Deuce gaped, his jaw slack. “… I don’t get it!! But whatever you said just now sounded really cool and inspirational!

“Uh...” Jack felt for the back of his neck. “Thanks?”

Deuce gave a grin and playfully punched the birthday boy on the arm. His fist bounced off harmlessly. “You’re strong and smart. Whatever you do with your power... I know you’ll do good with it.”

Jack smiled back awkwardly. “You too. Well, you’re not too bright, but you’re strong for your family and friends.”

That makes two of us.

Deuce flinched. “I’m working on the bright part!!’

“I know.” Jack tilted his head, the brim of his wizard’s cap casting a shadow over his broadening smile. “... Good luck with your training.”

“To both of us!” Deuce corrected him.

“To both of us.”

Jack shielded his eyes, lifting his gaze to the clear autumn skies--and the blazing sun that scorched it. There seemed to be no end to its brilliant blue hue. He could get lost in it forever.

Jack cut to his classmate.

“You and me,” Deuce said, a wicked glint now set in his serious face. “We’ll see who can meet their goal first.”

“It’s a race, then.” Jack swept onto his broom and mounted it with a smirk. The flowers in place of the bristles shimmered with a golden halo of light. “You’re on.”

The boys spoke in unison.

“I’ll see you at the finish line.”

Jack took off like a rocket, his tail streaking behind him like a flag. Sunshine colored petals rained down.

Cupping his hands together, Deuce shouted something after Jack. His laughter caught on a blast of crisp wind and warm leaves, echoing after the birthday boy like a trail of indescribable magic.

Jack laughed back, raising a balled hand into the air.

Triumph and a promise in his grasp.

#Jack Howl #Deuce Spade #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Jack birthday takeover #notes from the writing raven #something no one asked for

[vintage-bentley]

(non anons almost never go trough so sorry if this is a repeat)

putting my clown wig on -

since neil so weirdly denied nina/maggie and yet theyre still happening AND michael 'captain of the ship' seen said "best buddies"

i think DT just couldnt say anything too revealing like how can EVERY happen and still be interpreted as pals 😭 im just short circuiting

This doesn’t seem like a repeat so if you sent something else it probably didn’t go through!

I’m right there with you putting my clown wig on. I’m actually planning on getting some white face paint and a clown costume to go with it 🤡

Ngl I’m pissed off about the way Neil handled that Nina/Maggie ask. He didn’t have to answer it, I’m sure there’s many MANY asks he can’t get to. But he just haaaad to take the opportunity to be a condescending asshole to fans.

But you’re right…he acted like we’re crazy for assuming they’re together. Yet they’re together. Maybe everything denying ineffable husbands is just a (very insensitive) no spoiler protocol?

The way I see it, is if ineffable husbands happens, that’s a HUGE plot point that can’t be spoiled. It’s as big as something like a death. So let’s say Aziraphale dies for real this time and people are speculating about it. Neil and the actors can’t exactly go “lol yeah don’t get too attached to him”, they’d probably just tiptoe around it and possibly intentionally mislead us. Because that’s a huge thing they don’t want to spoil.

So same with ineffable husbands being real. They’re not going to spoil it, they’re going to tip toe around it. And if they’re asked explicitly like DT was, they might just have to vague or lie.

Unfortunately…the problem with this is that gay fans have been burned many times. Same sex relationships are our only chance to see the way we love represented and we’re constantly led to believe we’ll see one but never get it (aka baiting), so having this one be up in the air hurts. It would be different if this was an opposite sex couple, since that history wouldn’t be there. I’ve said before that I went into OFMD knowing the two leads fell in love, and I think it was better that way, because I didn’t have to deal with the worry that I was being baited. So I wish that straight creators would understand that straight and gay relationships might need to be handled differently, until true equality in representation is achieved.

#asks #anon #🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

[sungbeam]

Hello!

Firstly I wan’t to apologize for the spam once again 😭 but I wanted to show you how much your writing means to me and to all of deobiblr since I see that you’ve been struggling with reblogs :(

I just want you to know that it’s not your fault, nor is it your writing. While I was going through the LIU ML I did notice that there was quite a huge difference in reblogs and interactions but please don’t think that it’s because of your writing! Tbh it can be a multiple of factors such as people only reading fics for certain members (even though they’re missing out on amazing stories but wtv-), ghost readers, people forgetting to reblog the second part (cough cough), shyness ig??, not realizing it was a part of a series, they’re no longer active to complete reading the series, they want to wait fir the series to end before reading it all in one go, or because they simply don’t know that reblogs weigh more than likes on tumblr :(

So…. Yeah! I just wanted to reassure you that all your fics hold such a dear place in my heart and I never want you to forget how much joy you, your fics, and your writing bring to people! Including me haha

I’m also wishing that my reblogs helped at least a little with getting more exposure to the LIU series and provide you with a little comfort that people are still reading and appreciating! Sorry, I feel like I keep repeating myself haha ^^;

Oh! And I’ve also read all your replies and thank you! Ily too 😭🫶 I wish my reactions were a little fresher but I kept up with the series since the beginning basically and I haven’t re-read them (YET!) so my reactions might be a little dull or repetitive/doesn’t bring anything new to the table but thank you for taking your time to read through all of them!

I’m a bit of a blog lurker sometimes so tbh I just read whatever was posted/asked LMAOOOO so I can’t remember exactly where I get some info from but I do know that it was said at one point 😭

Ok sorry that I keep trailing on but thank you once again for taking your time to read this and all my other reblogs and I only wish you the absolute best! Good vibes, lots of love, showers with kisses and roses for you forever! 😚

(P.s. you can decide if you want to answer this publicly or like… subtweet me or smth idk 😭 I was just a lil too shy to be all up in your dms HAHA ok bye fr now muah)

omg user floatingpluto ur so precious 🫂 PLS don't apologize for the reblog spam, i literally had the absolute time of my life both reading thru ur tags AND replying to them (´Д⊂ヽ sometimes idek what to say in response to reblogs bc i feel like i get repetitive even tho i just wanna express my appreciation :')) but it was really fun replying to urs !!!

ahhhh the trouble w reblogs 😔🤧 i fear it's a struggle for everyone nowadays, and i feel a little silly being such a child abt them when ik i prob get a little more interaction than some others :') but thank u for being so kind and considerate abt it!! no matter what, ur reblogs did help me in more ways than one and i appreciate that so, so much. also w the less interactions bit, i def understand that things r going on in people's lives other than fanfic, which is what i keep trying to remind myself of when i do have those really low days of interaction </3 ig my insecurity is just glaringly obvious nowadays 🤡😭

ALSO no worries abt whether or not u bring something "new" to the table in ur replies TT i personally thought they were quite fun and unique!! take ur time w the rereads, and don't feel like u have to just cuz u told me u were gonna !! 😋

much love and hugs!!! 💖💖

#sungbeam strikes again #floatingpluto #gonna go reply to ur other rbs now !!!

[breitzbachbea]

🥺 and 🤡 please!

Thank you love!

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

That question continues to stump me, because I have a lot of things that repeat. There's a lot of stuff in my writing that is 'Bea Bullshit', like dramatic irony, banter, I describe people's faces (especially eyebrows and mouths) a lot, lots of physical affection between loved ones ... but I don't think I have something that always makes me go 'awww'? Especially because characters all express them so differently, what makes me go 'awww!!!' with one, may be very mundane or downright sad with others. Which is still Feels, but you get me. One thing that absolutely does break my heart without a fail, though, is when one person completely gives one up for someone else. Especially when they argue about it.

Like Charlie in IA, telling Harry “You know what, fuck you, Frecky. I didn’t get into this whole … bullshit business just so that you’re blowing your lights out and take me with you.” The tension in his voice eased, but his face barely changed. “You’re maybe suicidal, but I’m not, so I’m getting you out of here, whether you’ll thank me or not. Would help though if you stopped trying to bring the roof down.”

And the argument between Dilan and Sadık in the so far unpublished The Amulet. “No! No, but I … I want to have this one nice thing that wasn’t ruined by giving everything up for you.” She had never taken her eyes from Sadık, who was afraid the tears in hers would be mirrored in his any moment now. “You know I love you, you know that,” she said and new cracks appeared in the edges of the hole in Sadık’s heart. “I wouldn’t betray you for anyone. But I don’t want to betray Omar.”

Like ... ugh, it gets me everytime. The chosen family bonds and even though it puts them through hell, the one they love hurts them so much on accident, they'll always be at their side. The relationship between Gabriella and Dolcetto is another good example. She threw away everything for him and he's too far up in his own self-esteem issues to accept her help. So yeah, those moments always get me good.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Oh, there's plenty, I crack myself up all the time. My favourite one may still be "Don't let me cockblock you, happy fucking", but that one's long, so I'll put it at the end.

Here's this one from 'Tis but a scratch, a Spamano Fanfic:

“It’s merely a scratch, don’t worry about that.” “Antonio, don’t lie to him,” Salomé said. Her tone was serious and soft, both an unusual sound and the combination even more jarring, yet touching. The solemn yet nervous smile fit the tone. “You had to get stitches. Like … fat stitches.” “That’s because my calves are so juicy,” Antonio replied, voice dripping with self-satisfaction from the smug grin on his face. Gabriella was the only one to snort while Salomé covered her eyes and Lovino groaned.

Another good one from The Amulet:

“You know, I could’ve paid, too,” Herakles said and earnt a frown by Sadık and a stomp to his foot by Timothea at the same time. “Thank you, Sadık,” she said in the sweetest of tones while Herakles sucked in air as quietly as he could.

He's some elder abuse from I stayed with you, a RoChu Fanfic:

“We used to have two cats in the old stable where I learnt horseback riding,” Viktoriya said. “Two big round fluffy things. But Cats don’t have to be useful. They’re already useful when they’re being adorable little fluffballs.” “And birds are old people animals,” Yao said “Are you getting one then?” Ivan said and looked at him with an excited smile. Viktoriya bit her lip and had to hold back a laugh when Yao shot Ivan a disgruntled look “You watch your mouth, boy” Yao said but Ivan kept smiling. Yao boxed him into the side with his elbows and Ivan laughed about it. While the two men across them were busy bickering, Shu told Viktoriya: “Birds are peaceful animals. And intelligent. I like that.”

And, last but not least, the crown jewel from Chapter 9 "Drained Chances" of Italian Affairs:

“I have fucked up but I am a grown man and like that I will take responsibility for my actions!”

He had grabbed the bottle even before the other two could yell “No!” and they only watched in horror as he emptied it. Charlie held down a burp, put the bottle back on the table and smile confident: "I have to talk to him again and explain myself." “And there it goes down the drain, the last piece of his common sense”, Harry hissed. “Thanks for lending me your ear, guys”, Charlie said and took a wobbly step away from the sideboard. “I am going back to my room now, enjoy your night.” He walked towards the door: “Or maybe I could try to talk to Marco again – no, that’s a stupid idea.” “You just drank half a bottle of wine in one go, mate, you are not going anywhere”, Harry said and Michele sighed but Charlie waved his hand while he staggered towards the door. “Don’t let me cockblock you, Happy fucking.” And with that he tripped and fell to his knees. He frowned at the floor while Michele got up to help him. “You know, Michele”, Charlie said while the Sicilian pulled him on his legs. “On second thought it might have been six beer.”

#beareplies #needcake #writing #storie nostre #I am not tagging every character in here but thank you so much for the ask!!! #I really don't think I have those reoccurring things or if I have perhaps they have become too mundane? #but I will say that my friend wrote Fanfiction with my English characters and I could go apeshit everytime I read Robert calling #Tahir 'handsome'. It's so cute. It's so goddamn sweet I love it I love Railey they are the worst and also perfect for each other.

[electric-friend]

🛒🦅🤡 for the writer emoji ask game

What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

ahh… a lot, i can be repetitive. i’m having trouble thinking of much right now and i doubt i’ll remember in the future. i do know often i’ll incorporate a lot of insecurity and low self esteem into characterisations in fanfic, and i nearly always include SOME kind of miscommunication. i can be flowery with imagery and i know i’ve repeated myself across fic in metaphors before. the only example i can think of right now is that i know for a FACT i have likened a state of intoxication and/or intoxicated body language to dripping honey in multiple different fanfictions.

Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

oh, both! actually, i would love to explain this, haha. so, basically, i have basic outlines of scenes i want, plot beats i want, and the ending i want… i’ll make notations to help me remember thoughts i have of how to connect those events if i need to.

HOWEVER!!! it’s genuinely fundamental to my writing process that my notes aren’t too detailed. if i think too much about the plot and scenes of the fanfiction before i write them, they are no longer able to hold my attention long enough for me to write them properly. so there is a great deal of spontaneity to my writing. i’ll get bored without it and it significantly reduces my ability to produce writing.

but i can’t go without a very basic outline of where i want to end up and the points i want to reach along the way, or i’ll lose the sense of it. i don’t always need to write those outlines down though, sometimes i keep them in my head? i tend to remember pretty well.

essentially writing fic is kinda like a game of putting characters somewhere, and figuring out how they’d get themselves where you want them, while hitting all the bonus points of the scenes you want to include along the way… kinda… playing with the characters, doing things to them so they go where i want them to.

that sounds kinda pretentious lol, my fics aren’t even that good. but… yeah, that’s the game i play.

i also already have responded to the question associated with the clown emoji and though i’m sure i have a better answer in me than the last time i answered it, i have yet to find that answer… i still can’t remember what moments in my own fic have made me laugh…

#asks #thank you so much for asks 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[canisonicscrewyou]

In order to date you you have to defeat your… Five Evil Fandom Exes? I tried. More importantly it appears you have to watch Doctor Who.

Oh god oh fuck I don’t know where to start but, and idk what this would entail, but do not repeat do NOT Dr. Who Ramona Flowers me PLEASE. At least two of those exes are both friends and also mutuals here. We like them!! They’re cool guys!!!

And not for nothing bc we were literal baby teenagers but if we’re weighing things out here, if anything I’d say w those two specifically I’D BE the Evil Dr. Who Ex. Me.

You would have to fight the ten-roleplayer horse girl who once tried pulling a “are you bringing the condoms or am I? OOPS, wrong person, teehee” and then proceeded to try and Hit Me Up after I posted about my school getting a BOMB THREAT. She still does. It’s been like 8 years. And the one who drank raspberry vodka+milk, and post-breakup claimed being friends with your ex was “sociopathic”, but then still wanted to be friends with me.

And the cis gay ex who exclaimed to me that he’d “never consume pussy” in the MIDDLE of a party when I kept calling our pink mixed drinks “that’s pussy, babe!”. But also ate a birthday candle at said party. Proceeded to stay in that relationship for 3 more months. 🤡

And you need Damien & Almondmilk’s approval.

But. Uh. Yeah you do have to watch Doctor Who, though, it seems. I’m sorry about it too.

#we’re not getting into the couple of brief online fandom situationships and such I also got into

[liliansun]

Naur bc how you gonna make the two quiet ones (sal and jeno) argue you KNOW it's not making it out of the DMs 🤡

Ans then on the opposing side you have mal and jaemin who show their emotions so clearly even if they try to deny it??? The duality, AND the fact that these jokers are all best friends w each other

I HOPE jaemin and mal make up but also?? I'm kinda hoping jeno and sal never recover OR if they do it's gradual bc i just know they're silent asf and keep their emotions in (and ik this bc even in etmy they were always focused on the others' feelings, not their own - but being focused on your own feelings is not a bad thing, kids) also i was wondering if jeno and sal would be quiet in the gcs, too

And renjun getting his head split in two bc of his friends :(( neowa is the perfect one for him bc she seems to be the one who he talks about a lot after y/n started dating haechan ykwim?

ANYWAYS when are we getting another chapter, queen? I'm dying to see what happens next!!

NO BC THATS WHAT MAKES IT INTERESTING,, they don’t say shit to each other in person other than bombastic side eyes and everyone’s like yeah we know the beef ain’t wagyu w them rn and then in chat they’re like “i hate you” “guess that makes two of us” blah blah blah and the cycle repeats

NO BC YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. when it came to the spin-offs (which wasn’t a original idea btw,, it literally was only hyuck bc i was in a writing drought and ts did her ver of speak now and i saw a hyuck edit and i was listening to enchanted and etmy was born right then and there,, i was like who would be good w who and i was like sal is a jen’s girl ((she is irl too but rn she’s ready to fight him bc of the smau😭😭 and so on and so forth)

NAUR BC I PROMISED EVERYONE A HAPPY. ENDINg. it might only literally be two seconds but hell,, a happy ending is a happy ending and no bc i think they’re gonna be quiet and not directly talk to one another

AND YES SOMEONE NOTICED IT,, purposely started doing that bc i wanted them to gradually have moments together till their story bc it’s gonna be by far the saddest and and it’s last 🥲

IM COMING MY CHILDREN I PROMISE

#anonymous : answered #lilac’s moots 🥳 #our last kiss — smau #these asks y’all don’t even know warm my heart like these are what motivate me

[sarahscribbles]

jasmine, aloe vera, papyrus 💙

 what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

Considering my failed dating history and the fact that I’m still single at my big age, I’d like to experience having someone (I.e a partner) that’s my best friend. It’s getting tough seeing everyone I know starting to settle down 😂

Also, at risk of being labelled a Disney Adult, I really want to experience seeing the castle in Disneyworld in Florida at least once 😂 I’ve seen Paris but I don’t think it hits the same.

If you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

My first song is Where Did You Go by Jax Jones 😂 honestly I just like that it’s upbeat but sadly it reminds of driving to work 🤡 so yeah a win-lose situation going on here 😂

[mocimori]

oh my god I don't know where to start- but the way you described him?? I feel like I have known him for such a long time because of they you detailed you explained and described him-AND THAT'S SO AMAZING. and and wow I'm speechless, I love how excited u sound omg!! I followed u because of your Chan (amazing, spectacular, wonderful, one of a kind) artworks but now I also feel like I will try to stan/listen to svt bc of u!! AND AND DEFINITELY DEFINITELY WILL LISTEN TO THEIR SONG ASH BC AGAIN, THE WAY YOU DESCRIBED IT?? ILY AND SINCE U SAID IT'S MORNING THERE, I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY!!

-ash

😂 amg yeah! Jeonghan is very friend shaped, if he was a youtuber he’d fit in very well with the storytime yt peeps. he loves to tell anecdotes of his life here and there, so i heard some carats say that he sounds like one of their friends bc listening to his lives sounds like friends catching up.

wwww amggggg my excited talkative side comes out when it comes to fandoms 🥺💗 i’m glad you find that long answer fun to read hehe! and aaaa christopher beloved 🥺💗 i miss that boy so much. i haven’t been keeping up with skz content lately so i can binge it all at a later time, so been missing them a bit too.

ooo! yes yes give them a listen they have so much good bops in their belt 💗 most of my fave songs are from their recent album (highly recommend Darling bc it’s the song that got me to check then out more 😖)

will give you some recommendations, lmk if you want like a detailed version in a separate ask. i usually add descriptions when it comes to recs but this ask might get too long 🤡

Title Tracks: Ready To Love, Pretty U, Rock With You, Fallin Flower, 24H

b-sides: lilili yabbay, habit, darling, don quixote, don’t listen in secret, light a flame, hug (fun fact! hug is chan’s comfort song 😂)

but if you’re getting into svt/want to check out their content i highly, highly recommend their variety, Going Seventeen (GoSe) bc they’re very much comedians 😭 i got super hooked i probably watch 5-10 episodes a day before i start my day. there’s lots of clipped/highlight edits of the show too if you want something more bite-sized since they’re 30 min per episode.

also aaa yes yes! I feel like their latest release is a bit more up that alley of 4th gen sound while still retaining their sound 😂 Ash is just mwah! good song! the flow is one i really like especially Vernon’s rap 😔 it hits right.

fr fr, saying that phrase is really fun 😭 i probably repeat it a couple times a day when i space out. seungmin and lee know said it a few times too during vlive and it was so funny to watch their reactions 😭👏🏻

dw your secret is safe with me bc… i too… have swerved lanes and holding Joshua and Dokyeom’s hands tightly atm 😳 ngl if this was about dokyeom (their main vocal and happy vitamin) i’d probably write a 5 page essay about him bc he’s the loml, the sunshine prince of my heart 😂 my dk loving hours have been so intense lately.

i love all of them though, my main biases are Joshua (the guy on the left, their resident gentleman from the valley) and DK (his vocals are no joke 😔 like he shot up to my most favorite vocalist in the industry) but i am very much ot13 in heart

#💌 mail #fr the pimple patch took me out 😭 #i remember so many of my moots retweet it on twitter and my fascination + disgust when he accidentally ate it #literally cried laughing bc before that he was lookong for his patch too then he was like ‘lmao if i end up eating it’ #yoon jeonghan is a legend 😭 #he actually spilled tea about HYBE’s security system in broadcast twice it was really funny #also aaaa take your time with them bc they’re like a lot in a group #it took me awhile to remember faces to names 🤡 but it’s fun to watch them play #mainly bc they get so competitive istg some episodes of gose i felt like their friendship was at stake 😂 #but they love each other a whole lot since they literally grew up together in the green melona basement #Chan side eyeing me rn bc all i’ve been drawing and thinking abt is svt like chris honeY ILL STILL DRAW U #I’m just… very busy… aju nice-ing 🤡 #also I hope you’ll have a great day too Ash! sending many finger hearts!

[goldenxddeonu]

enhypen’s reaction to you calling them by their first name !

Genre: fluff

Warnings: small amount of cursing and mentions of scratches

Requested by @mikimiki23

Heeseung

“ Heeseung what are we gonna have for dinner I’m hungryyy”

“What did you say? 😀”

Dead ass forgot the fact you said that you’re hungry and focused on what you called him

“I said heeseung I’m hungry” rolling your eyes cuz tf your hungry 🙄

He gets on his knees to get to your level (if your taller than him he puts his hands on your shoulder so your at his level) and says “ you wanna repeat that for me?”

Your brain goes &@“!!!);));&@&/$-)/$:&@/@

“ No sir. 🗣”

“ ew no don’t call me sir”

“ then what? Heeseung?” You say teasing

“ noooo..maybe bambi?” He says with his eyes sparkling into yours

Your heart malfunctions

“Okii Bambi whadaya wanna order :]”

He pulls you into an suffocating hug and and says “aaaaa what I’m gonna do without you “

Jay

You’ve always liked jays shoe collection, and he had a couple pairs you wanted for your own. You were planning on getting a pair but in your size

“Hey jeongseong, what’s the website you got these boots off of?”

My man had to give himself a second to take in what he heard👹

“Uh who tf is that?” He said thinking that if he asked you that you would realize what you just said

You being dense 🤡 just said “ who the hell is here but you and has the name jeongseong?”

He gave you a sassy look 💅🏻

You got off the bed, so you could stand in front of him and return the sass

When you did he just tackled you back on the bed and into a hug and just said “ I’ll get them for you since I already know your size”

Jake

Summer was coming up and you knew you would be bored, so the idea of starting a garden in the backyard was a perfect way t send time with Jake and keep you busy

“ Hey Jaehyun, do you wanna help me grow a garden this summer :]”

👁👁

“wot. Do I have something on my face?”

🦗🦗

Doesn’t wanna make it a big deal Bc he thinks it’ll make you feel bad so he just giggles his way out of the silence he made

Your sitting there like 🧍🏻‍♀️

He took your hand and started to play with them, playing with the rings he gifted you on your anniversary

He looked up at you and said smiling from ear to ear “ ofc I do”

You patted his head

And he just full on ✨plopped✨ into your lap

Sunghoon

it was a boring and quiet Sunday afternoon and you were scrolling through tiktok

And you saw this one dance that seemed like it matched sunghoon so you decided to ask him if he could learn it with you

“ hey sunghoon if your not busy do u wanna learn this dance with me?”

Sunghoon rn: 😐

You: 🧍🏻‍♀️🚗

“Um I’m sorry did I say something wrong??” You genuinely were nervous

He just started cackling and u were there like 😃

He pulled your wrist with the phone in it open to the tiktok to see what dance you’re talking abt

“ you wanna explain what just happened?”

“ no 😛”

You guys didn’t end up learning it Bc he kept laughing at the past situation

Sunoo

He was spending the night at yours and he brought a whole bunch of skin care products for you two to use

He brought out one of those jade rollers

“ I don’t know how to use them, can you do it for me sunoo?”

He was about to put it on your face until he heard you say it

Sunoo rn : 😃

Literally looked like someone paused him

“ you didn’t just say what I think you did”

“ what did I say?”

You genuinely seemed like you didn’t know what you did so wrong and he felt bad part 2

So he went back into rolling your face and just scoffed here and there

And every once in awhile he let out a “ tch..Sunoo” while rolling his eyes

Jungwon

You guys were cleaning out his closet and in the back was a pair of roller skates

You never learned how to skate and wanted to so you asked him if he cud teach you

“ jungwon oOooo I never knew you skated!! Could you teach me?”

Blushy bb

“ huh?..oh..OH skating yeah ofc I could teach you!”

You spent the rest of the day learning and let’s say you have scratches all over each your knees

He made it his mission to place a bandaid on each one and place a tiny kith on each one

Jsjwjejeirjdnfjdjdjdjrhfh

Niki

You saw this couple bake a cake on YouTube and now your determined to make one with Niki

You heard him coming towards your room so you called his name

“ riki I wanna ask you something cmereee!!”

He does that thing where he slowly turns his neck and pops his eyeballs out KSJDNDJ I HOPE YALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

“ what did you call me?” He says with a psychotic look while smiling in the doorway

“ Riki...?”

He runs from the doorway and belly flops on to you in your bed

“RIKIII I CANT BREATHE”

Acts innocent while your suffering

“ 😇 so what did you wanna ask me?😇” he says with his legs kicking back and forth while your under him

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen soft layouts #enhypen imagines #jay x reader #sunoo x reader #niki x reader #jake x reader #heesung x reader #sunghoon x reader #jungwon x reader

[amesstm]

suna rintarou with a short!so

A/N: not me imagining what it’s like to hug this tall man and blushing so hard that my own father wonders if I’m thinking about my irl boyfriend -

- First of all, Suna was already a meanie in the first place

- You know it. He knows it. We all know it.

- So you shouldn’t have had such high expectations that just because you two were dating that you were off of his bullying list

- Let’s be real, you were higher up the bullying-priority list now

- “Hey! Give me my switch back!” You said, jumping to get your switch

- Unfortunately, this man was tall and your vertical was a bit too short to reach

- Rin had the aud👏ac👏ity👏 to snicker, “And why should I do that?”

- You huffed before posing with as much artificial sweetness as possible, “Because I’m absolutely adorable?”

- Stonewall Rintarou had to resist blushing 😳🤚🏼

- “As acceptable of an answer as that is, you didn’t give me a kiss when I came back from practice.”

- “Okay, okay, come down here you giant.”

- You stepped to your tippy toes and closed your eyes but his lips never met yours

- “I also just wanted to get onto my Stardew Valley farm.”

- You’ll get him for that later. Because let’s face it - you’re easily able to kick him where it hurts :))

- This man would never admit it to anyone, but he is the small spoon of the relationship

- Yes, I WILL SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

- He loves how you cling onto him like you’re a little koala 🐨

- However, this does not mean that he will give you piggy back rides

- “Up,” you say, reaching your hands up like it would mean anything to him

- “I’m too lazy for this,” Rin sighs

- “Up!” You repeat, clinging onto his leg

- “You’re so persistent,” he murmurs. “Okay, fine, get up.”

- Omg wait - I just had a thought (dangerous, I know)

- This boy leaves out his hoodies, jerseys, and shirts for you

- If it were dirty socks or sweaty shorts, you’d be annoyed, but they’re… clean and neatly folded hoodies just sitting on the floor???

- Yeah, you can’t help yourself

- He is a man of ✨comfort✨, so his clothes are baggy and big in the first place

- The way that these are LITERALLY dresses on you - adorable; 12/10; he loves to see it

- Especially when you show up to games wearing his spare jersey, all decked out in sports gear

- How do you expect him to focus on the game when all he wants to do is look at you?

- For such a short person, you were the loudest cheerer in the stadium

- He tries to hide it but seeing you makes him smile so much when he feels like he’s not doing enough on court

- As for how you two kiss…? He offered a stepping stool the first time 🤡

- You two managed, but he did actually bring a stepping stool in the back of his car (this is secret information and you do not know this and I did not tell you this)

- Most of the time, he likes to kiss the top of your head, your forehead, or your temple

- You have plenty of pictures of him kissing those places, especially with him resting his head on yours or on your shoulder

- Speaking of pictures - you know this mans is out here being your personal photographer

- He will get on one knee… so you can be tall in your pictures (haha, got ‘em)

- But his personal favorites are taking you from his vantage point so you look short af

- What’s funnier is when you two are in a photo together and he needs to crouch so he’s in the frame

- But when he does get on his knee… you will feel so tall like you can touch the heavens

- Periodt. This man is so sweet when he wants to be 😪

- “Hey, hey, you don’t need to cry so much,” Rin flusters as he wipes away your tears

- “It’s just so sweet!” You mumble out, incomprehensible to everyone. “I can’t - I can’t wait to m-marry you!”

- Atsumu wonders aloud, “So do ya think their kids are gonna be tall or short?”

- Osamu slaps his twin upside the head for you

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[thelonesomequeen]

I’m just not excited for this new movie announcement.

That was the most boring announcement possible. I was excited there was new C and then it’s just a repeat of boring roles he’s already done with an actress I’m personally tired of him being paired with. Why can’t this man take some chances. Come on Chris- take a stroll outside of your comfort zone and surprise us for once.

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Okay, I adore Chris and Scarlett and am happy they are working together again. Hell, I ship Romanogers to no end but come on, people stop shipping Chris and Scarlett together. It's not happening. I have no doubt the two of them love and support one another like fried of 20 + years often do.

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I try to give Chris a pass on his roles because actors get typecast all the time so it's possible he's not being offered more challenging ones. Cap probably didn't help with that either. However, I did have high hopes for ASP since he had more control over it. In my mind, it was an opportunity for him to show that he has more depth than a witty tweet. Unfortunately, that project has been a bit of a letdown for me. Speaking of, I assume the ME series has been pulled since there's been no promo.

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Chris really needs to leave his comfort zone, I’m tired of the same roles with the same people. When he ventures out and does something different the work is so much better. And apple is the worst streaming service, I have a year free and still don’t watch it.

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Some asks are definitely coming from evansson shippers lol. Like yeah Chris is sooo desperate and he couldn’t find a woman to kiss so he has been obssessing over kissing his married friend and oh damn producing a movie and casting her is the best way to do it. You all sound so… WEIRD I hope you all know that.

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I'm actually looking forward to seeing Chris in a romance movie. He hasn't been successful in the past in this genre (imo as I'm not too fond of Before We Go or Playing it Cool). But if this one is in the vein of Romancing the Stone, then it has the potential of being fun! Do I wish it was with another actress? Sure. But as a previous anon said, another actress may have been stalked to death. She would also have become fodder for rumors ala Dockery and ADA. So maybe this casting is a blessing 🤐

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I thought he wanted to branch out of the Marvel persona, that's why he took villainous roles in KO, TGM and LSOH. The character and script for the new film may be completely different from the MCU, but many many people (not just the shippers) are already referring to these new characters as variants of Steve and Nat. It's kinda annoying lol. Chris and Scarlett may be going for a record or something 😂

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I remember when Scarlett made a terrific speech at a Times Up event calling out James Franco when he was the favourite to win the Oscar. I was like you go girl!! And then she went and defended a vile abuser like Woody Allen 🤡🤡. That's some white feminism crap. Also, judging by Chris's acting choices, I don't think he's looking for awards recognition or anything. He's happy to do one film/project a year, make $$$$, and go back to MA. Good for him, I guess.

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Are people excited about this just because he has a job? 😄 And given he seems to only film one large role per year, is this his 2022 role?

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I thought Scarlett had already signed on to a few other projects, so I was (unpleasantly) surprised by this news. Supposedly she's doing Bride, which is another Apple movie, and Tower of Terror or whatever. And A Wes Anderson one that's supposed to be filming soon. I wonder if those are no longer happening or if this thing with Chris will take precedence. I really kind of hope she's double-booked herself and gives this one up. I can't handle the shippers and how extra-deranged this will make them. They make it hard to be a Chris fan at times.

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His career is so boring. He needs a change in his team or someone who's going to wake him up. Overall all his recent choices and news around him are so disappointing.

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I've lost count of how many "I know Chris Evans is producing the movie because he wants to kiss Scarlett once more" tweets I've seen. Looks like her stans aka Evansson shippers are out in full force. This just gives them more fodder to continue being delusional 🙄

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The THR article title does say the two will star in it. Tbh I'm not too fussed about seeing them on-screen again. We don't know anything about the movie yet, and so it can possibly be different to what he's done before. If there's anyone capable of bringing out emotional performances in another actor, it's Scarlett, just based on Adam in Marriage Story. This could be an opportunity for Chris. I just hope this project pulls through so that we can get new content too.