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sturnsslut · 7 months ago

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summer camp - matt sturniolo

a/n: this is for lia and peyton 🎀 but leave requests !! i’ll answer all + lowercase intended & readers name in this story is MELANIE

warnings: switch!matt x switch!reader, smoking , overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex ( don’t you ever ) pet names, slight choking, begging, oral (m receiving) fingering, praising, etc.

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‘ all these tattoos on my skin they turn you on ..’

the screaming, the crying, the kids, all of it. i needed a break

why would my mom put me in an all kids camp when i’m 19?

we were playing capture the flag, and i wasn’t doing anything but sitting on my ass so i figured i’d sneak away.

i was walking in the woods when i saw a small light peeking through the branches

i shouldn’t have, but my curiosity got the best of me and i wandered closer to the light, wondering what it was.

that’s when i saw one of the camp counselors, matt i think his name was, sitting on a log smoking a blunt surrounded by lanterns

i stepped closer to see if he would notice me standing there or if he was just obvious

that is until i stepped on a stick. a fucking stick.

matt’s head shot up and he fumbled with the blunt in his hands until the end touched his hand and he burned himself “shit!” he said under his breath

i giggled at his clumsiness until he just left it on the ground and walked up to me

“i- um…how much of that did you see?” he asked pointing with his thumb to the spot he was just previously in

“ i saw enough to know you were smoking “ i said in a playful tone, tilting my head

“fuck.” he muttered out while rubbing his forehead

“please don’t tell anyone i-“ he sighed before speaking again “i know im not allowed, but these kids drive me to get like this sometimes, and i need this job i-“

i cut off his nervous rambling before speaking “im not, chill out.” i giggled

he let out a sigh of relief “thank fuck” he looked much more relived and relaxed knowing his secret was safe.

“how long ago did you roll that?” i asked furrowing my brows

“like …10 minutes ago but all i did was take like 2 hits” i thought for a moment before walking infront of him and sitting down on the log he was sat on just minutes ago

“ come on “ i waved him over before picking the blunt off of the ground

he still looked stunned by my actions, as if i was playing a joke on him or something. “you coming?” i said tilting my head, snapping him out of the trance he was in

“you sure…?” be still seemed hesitant

“im 19. i smoke weed ton, like, all the time.” i said reassuring him

“fuck it” he mumbled and made his way over, sitting next to me handing me a lighter

i sparked up the blunt before taking a hit, closing my eyes as i blew the smoke out

the feeling was amazing, i opened my eyes to find matt looking at me in shock

“what?” i giggled at his surprised expression, passing him the blunt

“uh nothing” he shook his head and took a hit, coughing slightly before passing it back to me

“your a lifesaver. it’s matt right?” i quizzed, gratefully accepting the blunt again

“yeah, and your melanie?”

“mhm”

we sat and talked for 2 hours, we had deep talks, and learned a lot about eachother. i liked matt.

he was so sweet, caring, he was genuine and raw, and he wasn’t afraid to express his feelings. that’s a man.

he laughed, i cried a little, we opened up to eachother, occasionally having to relight the blunt if one of us talked for too long. and we were both over sharers and we both liked to listen, so it worked perfectly fine.

he offered me the last hit of the blunt, which is literally the key to my heart

even afterwards we continued talking, and now we were both laying our heads against the log, laid down on the leaves underneath us, looking up at the twinkling stars that were above us.

i turned to face matt, resting my head on both of my hands

he was telling me a story from high school, and i don’t know if it was because i was high or what, but he looked so good under the dim lantern lights, and the way the moonlight complimented his eyes was turning me on.

“ what?” he looked over at me smiling and giggling

“nothing” i said giggling back at him “ your just pretty”

his cheeks flushed a bright rose red and he cleared his throat before speaking “thank you so um…where was i” he nervously answered and stuttering

“wait” i cut him off

he looked at me eyebrows raised, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers due to his nervousness.

“ why are you nervous “ i asked, my eyes staring deep into his low, slightly pink eyes

“ what do you mean?” he said trying to contain his nerves, his voice shaky

“you got flustered when i called you pretty. why?” i asked furrowing my brows and smirking

“ i don’t know it..it just happened?” he replied, still twisting the metal rings around his long fingers

i looked down and noticed this, so i grabbed his hand and asked if he was okay

he shook his head and we continued our conversation, me not even realizing that our hands were now interlocked and our fingers were intertwined with one another.

i got cold while he was talking so i moved closer to him, laying one of my legs over his and moving in closer to his neck, still holding his hand

he was still telling some story but the sudden movement cause him to go silent, and i heard his breath hitch

“ why’d you stop talking? “ i asked looking up at him

he hesitated before speaking “ no reason ..where’s all this coming from?” he giggled, referring to our newfound position

“ i just felt cold. i wanted to feel you. “ i say in a slightly teasing tone, testing my limits to see what he would do.

he stutters over his words, flustered by my sudden boldness and change of mood

i giggle and bury my nose more into his neck causing him to let out the slightest whine

“ shit melanie …watch ..” he grunts before finishing his sentence “ watch what your doing. “

“ what? you hard or something ?” i ask in a joking way, before i noticed matt went completely silent

“ oh you are..oh you are! holy shit” i giggle and look down at his sweatpants to see his buldge poking through his pants

“ fuck off dude “ he laughs and rolls his eyes and puts his arm around me “ still cold?” he asks trying to switch the topic

“ no..but we’re not moving past this ..” i say sitting up “how?”

“i dont know ..you were really close to me?” he sits up with me shrugging his shoulders

i laugh and there’s a moment of silence before i speak up, “can i help you? y’know with..that.” i ask, cause why not. worth a try.

“ you are full of surprises mel. but i mean..if you want…” he answers as if he was unsure

“ matt i don’t care. i WANNA help you ..but it’s up to you” i reply tilting my head

“ go for it then “ he dryly laughs and shrugs his shoulders, sitting up more

i smile and make my way over to matt, straddling him and crashing my lips into his

his hands immediately meet my waist, holding me down right on top of his boner

i let out a small moan as his kisses get lower and eventually meet my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere

i grab the back of his head and grab some of his hair as he continues to mark me up

“ shit “ i say weakly before connecting our lips again

his hands still on my waist before he starts moving me back and forth on top of him

i grind slowly against his hard cock while still kissing him, earning small whines from him.

his hands move farther from my waist to under my shirt, i jerk at the feeling of his cold rings against my skin

i break the kiss taking off my shirt and tossing it to the side

i look back to matt to see him admiring my body and i giggle at the sight

MATTS POV

god she was so perfect. she was wearing a black bra with lace in the middle

it complimented her tits so well, they say perfectly. i never thought this moment would come, yet here i am

truth is i’ve had a small crush on melanie since she first came to camp. then it developed. but i never thought she’d notice me, let alone hookup with me

“ your so perfect. “ i say in awe, mt eyes scanning every inch of her that is currently revealed right in front of me.

just looking at her like this, i could cum right now. but i need to get a grip and please her

END OF MATTS POV

i laughed at his comment before kissing his again and working my way down

i told him to take off his shirt and he obeyed, tossing the shirt right alongside mine

i placed gentle kisses to his stomach, then down to his happy trail “ take these off. “

he lifted his hips in an upward motion to help me slide them off of him, now he was left in his boxers

“ wait “ i stood up and took off my pants just as he did, now i was left in my pink laced underwear

i straddled him again and we started making out, his hands finding their way to my ass

i grinded on him, feeling his hard dick rub against my aching pussy i let out a small moan

i reached my hand in between us and palmed him, kissing him on his neck

“ shit “ he breathed out in a low tone. that was my signal to stop teasing him

i pulled down his boxers and his dick sprung out, hitting his stomach as my eyes widened in shock, he was huge.

“ what?” he says giggling and panting, trying to catch his breath from the previous make out

“jesus matt your huge! what the fuck” i say looking at him then back at his dick

he laughed and i took a deep breath in trying my best to prepare myself, i still couldn’t get over his size.

i grabbed his dick and i heard his breath shutter from the sudden contact

i lean down and look at his pink tip, dripping with precum and his cock buldging because of how hard he was.

i take in only the tip, swirling my tongue around his slit causing him to buck his hips up, already eager for more

i took his tip out of my mouth and sat up, spitting in my hand and began jerking him off

his body instantly reacted to the contact, matt whining and throwing his head back

i leaned back down and took in as much as i could, jerking off whatever i couldn’t fit in my mouth even though it was only like 2 more inches.

i sat up for a second to catch my breath, and i look up at matt to see him with his head thrown back, his face a light pink color

“ matt? you good?” i giggle asking him

“better than good.” he panted and laughed

i leaned back down and licked all the way up his cock before taking in all i could again

i didn’t expect him to do anything until he grabbed a fistful of my hair , pushing himself further into my throat

i gagged repeatedly as he basically just face fucked me, i looked up at him through my lashes and saw him already looking at me.

tears stained my cheeks from the amount of gagging i was doing. “ what, you like how my cock feels in your pretty little mouth?” he said in a dominant, yet whiny tone.

all i could do was hum in response, the action sending vibrations straight to his dick

“ fuck mel ..i’m so close baby your doing so good”

that’s when i took it into my own hands to help him finish faster

even though he had my hair in his hand, i still bobbed my head up and down as fast as i could, causing him grown

the sounds went straight to my core, as i could feel my underwear getting more and more soaked by the second.

i hollowed my cheeks as i swirled my tongue around his tip which sent him over the edge

“ ohh fuck fuck fuck “ he squeezed his eyes shut and bucked up his hips as i felt his warm cum shoot down my throat

i swallowed all of it of course and stuck out my tongue to show him “ good girl “ he praised as he patted my cheek “are you okay?”

“yeah. but now i’m really horny” i huffed, trying to catch my breath

“ you want me to fuck you?” he asks nonchalantly like he wasn’t just face fucking me a second ago

“ please matt “ i tilted my head looking at him

“ cmere. “ he motioned me over with his hand i laid down infront of him, still in my bra and panties

“ take these off for me hm?” i immediately did as told and threw my things to where everything else was

he was now hovering over me and we were making out once again when i felt matt’s hand find its way to my clit

he moved his thumb slowly , adding pressure every second

i moaned into the kiss and i felt him smirk against my lips, my sounds boosting his ego

he placed his other two fingers in between my flaps, running them up and down until he stuck them fully in.

“ shit! “ i yelled due to the pleasure, but i was quick to cover my mouth, remembering the setting we’re in

i moaned into my hand as his fingers moved in and out of my soaking pussy by the second, his rings adding more to the experience.

i felt myself get close and i started to clench around his fingers, which he knew it meant i was about to cum, he all of a sudden removed his fingers as he sucked on them all while looking me in my eyes

he grabbed his dick which was already fully hard again, sliding the tip in between my folds making me wince

“ please matt ..” i choked out, my mind was so clouded i could barley form a full sentence.

“ you ready?” he asked me before i nodded and he shoved himself inside of me, all of him.

i gasped as my mouth fell agape but no sound came out, he leaned down as he thrusted into me leaving kisses on my neck

i dug my nails into his back as i closed my eyes, clinging onto matt for some sort of support

“ fuck mel “ he grunted “ oh shit you feel so good baby” he whined into the crook of my neck

my back arched as i left marks all down matt’s neck as he left marks all over my neck

i paused for a moment and thought about how matt reacted when i had called him prettier earlier, i wondered if he had a praise kink? fuck it let’s see

i flipped us over and he just went with it, not saying anything about it

“ my turn pretty boy “ i joked around, not expecting to earn a reaction from matt

“ oh fuck mel..can you say that again “ he said with eyes closed, his hands on my waist once more

“ why should i?” i teased him and tilted my head

before he could answer i grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me, “ look at me when i’m talking to you”

“s..sorry” he could barley talk. and i liked it.

MATTS POV

i sat there and watched as she fucked herself on my dick like what she called me just now hadn’t driven me insane

the way her tits bounced everytime she would move was perfect. and her dominance was driving me even more crazy.

i loved being dominant, but something about praise and doing as your told when they’re completely destroying you is a different type of satisfaction.

everytime she kissed me, our bare chests would touch as i felt her soft tits rest against my chest

i’ve never been in this much pleasure ever in my life, i didn’t want it to end

END OF MATTS POV

i looked him dead in the eyes as i bounced up and down on his cock, enjoying the faces he was making to try and contain his noises

watching him squirm under me or jolt his hips up whenever he wanted more and i wasn’t going fast enough was everything

pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead because he was sweating and his body felt warm

his eyes were squeezed shut and his eyebrows were furrowed while his mouth was open, he was a whimpering mess

everytime i would slam myself back down onto his dick, it would hit my g-spot perfectly and he fit so well.

“ your doing so good, fuck your dick is big baby“ i praised as i threw my head back, the sentence earning small moans from him

i felt his cock twitch inside me and that’s when i knew he was close, he muttered out a weak sentence

“ im ..im close” he whined as he looked at me with pleading eyes, waiting for my approval

“ go ahead baby. fill me up” i spoke as i leaned down to kiss him on his neck, while his thrusts grew sloppier by the second

he looked at me before connecting our lips, when i felt his load inside me causing him to moan into the kiss as he jolted his hips forward, now he was in as deep as possible and i loved it

“ you okay?” i asked looking at him, smirking slightly

all he could do was nod his head. slut.

i knew i was close to my release, even though he had just finished and he would be sensitive, he can take it.

i continued my motions, moving up and down along his newly sensitive dick as he whined from the overstimulation

“ fuck melanie i cant..” he looked at me

“ yes you can, and you will.” i looked back at him through the strands of hair that had fallen

he nodded and tried his best to thrust harder but i spoke up, “ no i got it. let me do this for you” i said out of breath

he smiled and relaxed himself as he held my waist

the knot in my stomach was building up and i was about to cum

“ mel “ he spoke in between breaths “ im almost there “ he looked at me with guilt because of how fast he was about to finish

“it’s okay baby im there to, cum with me” i leaned down to kiss him as he came inside me for a second time

the knot in my stomach snapped as i slowed down on his dick, i moaned and had to catch my breath as i checked to see if he was good

i stood up as he pulled out slowly, grabbing his boxers and changing while he admired me as i changed back into my clothes

he sat down as he waited for me to finish changing, resting his head on his hand

“ your fucking beautiful mel “ he said while his eyes scanned my body “and i wanna see you again“ he continued

i giggled and turned around while pulling up my pants, “thanks pretty boy” i sarcastically joked

his face flushed a light pink color making me chuckle before i finished my sentence

“ on a serious note though, i wanna see you again to. i like you” i said while making my way over to matt

“ i like you to” he smiled and wrapped his arm around me as i sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder

summer camp isn’t total shit i guess .

a/n - i lowkey got lazy w this at the end but wtv 🌚. leave suggestions and lmk what yall wanna see next

@liatronn

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolos #nick sturniolo #smut

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nebulamorada · 20 days ago

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B-Rabbit x PapaDoc!girlfriend "pt 2"

• After the kiss it was difficult to keep in touch discreetly, you had your Motorola StarTAC, but he didn't even have a landline at home, so after exchanging a little information you both agreed to meet at your house and in the morning there were days when you had early classes, you took him to his work.

Your parents aren't so happy when he shows up for the first time, the clothes, the looks, the tone, the accent… they don't judge (oh, they do) but they worry that he might lead you into bad things (without being aware that you would be worse off in the relationship with "Papa Doc")

You start spending time with his friends with some doubt, having the idea that they would be like your ex's, receiving the difference pleasantly; they were still something and, but they were respectful towards you, Dj was someone quite cultured who you enjoyed talking to, Sol was funny, Cheddar Bob seemed very sweet to you and it didn't take long for you to notice how close Future was to Rabbit.

You were at the Shelter the night Rabbit went vs. Free World, closer to the entrance than the stage until it was Papa Doc's turn, when you walked over to 313 for a better look, smiling at Rabbit to assure him it was okay that he mentioned you in one of the rhymes he threw down on the beat.

Take care of his friend's girl, Cheddar lets you stand in front so you don't get pushed around and Sol and his prominent body create a barrier between anyone who wants to "accidentally" ground their crotch against your ass.

Your parents started to like Rabbit after a summer when he brought Lily to use the pool in your garden with you two, a cute scene of the three of you playing with the water, the little girl and you pushing Rabbit off the floats when he lays on them, sitting on a lounge chair at snack time and so on…his looks are different, but you trust that he's a good boy.

You end up telling your parents about what the environment was like when your ex was in, how he made you feel or the times he did little to stop the behavior from his friends against you.

It wasn't like you were planning on doing it, but you're not allowed to get close to him anymore and Rabbit knows your parents see it differently in a good way when your mom starts giving him tupperware with groceries to take to Lily or to work and your dad helps him with his car.

As soon as they become official you start calling him Bunny.

it was a private thing but you went to the trailer once not knowing Future was with him and he overheard it, if you think he didn't share it with the rest of the guys, you're wrong.

Rabbit pretends to be annoyed but always makes sure it's not serious by putting his arm on your waist or winking at you.

I already made a little post about quickies with Rabbit, that it's something that's definitely on the table here too.

Rabbit avoids it as much as he can but some socioeconomic differences and your nice family dynamics make him a little jealous, nothing that can't be talked about and worked on as a couple during some deep talks during the night.

You make Rabbit happy, that makes his friends happy because they appreciate him and want to see him good, makes his mother happy (when she's lucid and sober enough) makes Lily happy because her brother takes her to nice places when he's out with you and he has more time to play with her.

Rabbit makes you happy, which makes your friends happy and makes your parents extremely happy cause they love you more than anything

Everyone it's happy.

Except Papa Doc :)

#8 mile #eminem x reader #eminem imagine #eminem smut #slim shady x reader #slim shady #eminem #bunny rabbit #b rabbit smut #b rabbit #b rabbit x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #english is not my first language

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chosotallgf · 3 months ago

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DOUBLE IDENTITY #2 - TOJI FUSHIGURO

🔙 previous chapter Next chapter🔜

SYNOPSIS y/n is a third year college student who is about to intern for the top business company in Japan in a week, what happens when she unknowingly cross paths with her future boss not knowing he's hiding a secret.

WARNINGS mafiaboss toji x fém!reader, geto x fém! reader, alcohol, moderate au, sexual activity, criminal activity & behavior, naoya is his own warning, angst & fluff (not really lol) not proof read

p.s my work is only on A03 & tumblr!

Fast forward arriving at the club, shoko usually gets us in faster by talking to the bouncer. So happen she found out he was the guy she fake flirts with at the gym she ‘occasionally’ goes to. She said he landed a job here not so long ago, that he needed the extra money and was helping out a friend. Finally stepping into the club it was pack as hell no wonder utahime wanted to get here as soon as possible.

This is one of the main popular clubs in the city, surprisingly it’s not just made up of college students in the area but locals come here as often too. As i squeeze through the crowd trying to keep up with my girls I can feel the loud bass of the club music in my chest. turning around shoko grabs my hand “come on I hear the the DJ is playing lots American of music tonight” she said while smiling. I haven’t listen too much to American music in my life time but if I had to pick it would be ‘Les’ by childish Gambino to be played at least once.

Reaching the other side of the club where the bar is utahime puts in a few orders of drinks than shoko, we usually always order something stronger each time we come here. not paying attention to what she was saying I happen to look down at the bartender hands, oddly his knuckles were bruise and you could tell they had been bloody by how dark they were from his pale skin but I guess that’s what happen when you work at a popular club with crazy drunks who don’t care. snapping out of my glaze when he clears his throat and utter “and what would you like ma’am?”

Now Looking up at his face trying to get out of my head “um can I have 3 margaritas and 1 rum coke pls?” I rely but soon enough utahime & shoko look at my funny they both know I have a low tolerance when it comes to drinking but I still do it anyways.

“What?” I question them “aren’t we suppose to have fun tonight like we planned, so I say fuck it” utahime smiles wides “you sure? You know you can just start off-“ but she gets cut off by the bartender guy “if she wants to have that much to drink let her life short” I nodded in agreement with him “see? nothing wrong that’s tomorrow me problem” “fine but don’t call us when you feel miserable from a hangover” utahime mumbles. “You should go find us a free section, we will bring the drinks out and find you” shoko slaps my shoulder from behind.

Off and further from where I left, I can’t find a free section maybe ‘maybe I should try the other side this club is huge tho’. Not looking forward I bump straight in to the chest of a man? I tumble backward but luckily before I could fall he catches my back. Now we are super close chest to chest i get a clear vision of his face despite the all black hoodie he’s wearing. dark dead eyes with a noticeable cut on one side of his lip. He’s staring back into my eyes This feeling of closeness is getting intimidating I wonder if he realizes his hands are clutching more firm on my lower back. I start to panic

“Omg I’m so sorry” I can feel heat in my face now. I can tell he was lost in thought too because as soon as I said that he quickly turned his face and pulls his hoodie down over his eyes and let’s go making me find my balance again. “Pay attention next time” he speaks in an aggressive but low tone. “I know I know I was just looking for a sect-“ he cuts and moves me out his way saying “tch, whatever” he mumbles as he walks to the private section area. how fucking rude I think.

Im surprise the club didn’t kick him out for being suspicious with a hoodie on in here, they honestly should after that. next think I know shoko is now in front of me yelling over the loud music clearly trispy “y/n stop standing around and come over here we found a spot” shoko starts pulling me along with her.

I get to our own section i assume but see two guys, both of them I recognize as utahime and shoko childhood friends. “since you couldn’t do a simple task I had to ask this dickhead here to let us sit” “you should be lucky, I wasn’t even planning on being here tonight, my usual dealer been Mia and I need stuff for next Thursday party” he wines.

“Anyways let’s get to drinking we’re wasting time” I grab and drowned the 2 cups of margaritas “well someone is in a hurry” I hear the other guy next to gojo say “I’m suguru geto” he reaches his hand out to me to shake. I do the same “I’m y/n and yeah I just wanna let loose tonight” his hands are so soft and firm I wonder if his long hair feels the same. “No judgement here me and satoru are about to do the same” “sooo shall we finally get started or what?” shoko utter as smoke leaves her mouth.

author note ~ if you are seeing this when it’s first posted I will post chapter 3 later on during the day it’s 5am rn for me and I can’t sleep lol. if you wanna be tagged in that just lmk :) 9/8/24

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lehguru · 1 year ago

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LATINO SONGS + ONE PIECE CHARACTERS

latino songs i relate to one piece characters and why!

info: not proofread as always, put spotify links in all of them, open to suggestions if yall want this to b a lil series or sum lol, mentions of stabbing (?)

PORTGAS D.ACE : SOU MUSA DO VERÃO - marshmello, luísa sonza

there's something about this song that makes me think of ace in the most... unhinged way. the main chorus is the thing that really stands out to me, because not only he would look gorgeous in a edit with that, it have the same hot energy that ace exhales. he is the kind of man we would see shirtless and imagine things that become a concern to feminism; and that song is exactly what we all, ace simps, want to say to him.

NAMI : ASSANHADINHA - pocah, mc durrony

nami gives the vibes of someone that does not care, period. she just does what she wants and is not afraid to own it too. i can definitely see this song on her playlist too, not only because of the way she relates to the lyrics, but also the beat itself. another big reason is simply: my girl likes to throw it back, and this is a great song to do it without problem.

NICO ROBIN : PILOTO - flora matos

i put piloto as robin's song, because 1. i ship her with franky; 2. she would totally be the type of person (the 'pilot') that is described in the song. careful? caring? loving? a good person? a scholar? pays attention? courageous? a mate? truthful? a armor bearer? if you need, dangerous? she is all of those things and much more. and that's why she will be forever the woman that holds my heart and she should hold yours too.

SABO : EU VOU COM CARINHO ELA QUER COM FORÇA - mc don juan, mc g15, mc davi

this one i will keep short and simple. a loooong time ago i saw a tiktok that had this song as a "sabo sounds like this" and i couldn't unhear it since (i cant find it again, im sorry); plus the lyrics match very very well. thats it. i cant elaborate further.

USOPP : PAPIN - mc kevin o chris, mc caja

the lyrics say everything i need to say: "fell for my talk, it's over". it's proven over and over again that usopp can lie to people easily, when he wants to. and, after the live action, i can't stop thinking about usopp trying to win you over with a sweet talk, his eyes and voice tone nervous, but so sweet it wins you over. plus, the song weirdly fits his vibe.

SANJI : RITA - tierry

i kinda refuse to explain this one, because it's almost a joke for myself, but i shall translate some of the lyrics (think that he's singing it to you): "oh love, come back. come back, love, and i will forgive the stabbing. oh, love, don't leave me alone, come back and i will pull out the charges."

DRACULE MIHAWK : ME RECLAMA - mambo kingz, dj luian, luigi 21 plus, ozuna

THIS SONG IS SO MIHAWK CODED, IT MAKES ME SICK. he knows he's the best, he always goes to you when you call him and he's not afraid to tell others that it's "not his fault he is the one you call for". his entire persona with this song in the background makes me shake, he would look extremely ethereal with his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and his head tilted – all while his lips are whispering sweet spanish into your ear.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

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whimsicalpolitical · 6 months ago

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Club // George Daniel x Reader

a/n: first time writing George smut and it’s fun!!

summary: you’re at a club with George and you’re waiting for his set to end to show him how bad you need him

chapter warning: 18+ MDNI, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v (unprotected alley sex), swearing,

based on this request

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The bass reverberates through the club, a pulsing heartbeat that syncs with the pounding in your chest. George is behind the decks with 2 other dj’s, a silhouette illuminated by flashes of neon and strobe lights, his focus intense, hands gliding over the control. As he bobs his head to the rhythm a concentrated smile starts playing on his lips.

You’re in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a blur of friends and strangers, the room thick with the sweet, sharp scent of alcohol and the tang of sweat. The air is heavy, almost stifling, with the mingled breaths of a hundred people packed into one space. Your body moves almost of its own accord, hips swaying, arms lifting, losing yourself in the music. It's impossible to stand still with George's eyes burning a hole through you.

As the song shifts, a familiar, electrifying riff fills the air. Your heart skips a beat. It’s the song where George found you on the dance floor the first time.

You know how the night ended that day. You and George in a dark alley, your skirt hitched up and George buried deep inside of you.

You look towards the DJ booth and catch George’s eye. He’s watching you, his intense gaze following your every move. Under the cascade of flashing lights, his eyes shine with a mixture of pride and amusement. The corners of his mouth lift in a smirk, and then, as if he’s teasing you, he winks.

“God,” your friend grins but rolls her eyes, “you’re eye fucking each other.” You hit her arm.

“Gross,” another friend says, but she keeps on dancing and seconds later they forget about George and you.

A flush spreads across your cheeks, your heart pounding even harder than the bass. The heat of the moment, the intoxicating atmosphere, and George’s attention all combine to make you feel dizzy. You can’t help but smile, a shy but thrilled expression, and you quickly look away, trying to focus on the dance.

He’s driving you mad and you want the night to end how it did when you first met him. You’ve been happy ever since and the sex god. You need him.

“Gonna go see my boyfriend for a sec,” you wave at your friends and before they can prevent you from leaving the fun group, your navigating through the crowd.

"Excuse me" you call out, weaving between bodies with a determination fueled by your desire to reach him.

Each step feels like a small victory, but also a torturous delay. You know he's watching, enjoying the way you squirm under his gaze. The thought only adds to your impatience.

“Sorry,” you mutter, your apologies becoming more urgent as you draw nearer to him.

Finally, you break free from the crowd and stand before him, breathing heavily from the exertion and the anticipation. George's smirk widens as he takes in your disheveled appearance, clearly amused by your struggle to reach him.

"Hey there, gorgeous," he greets you, his voice low and husky, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey," you reply, returning his smile as you start to dance beside him, the music still thumping in the background.

Leaning in close, you whisper into his ear, "So, my friends think we've been 'eye fucking' all night."

George's laughter rumbles through you, his breath tickling your skin. "Is that so?" he replies, his tone ironic and amused.

You nod, a playful smirk playing on your lips. "Yeah, apparently it's been quite the spectacle," you tease, knowing full well the effect his looks have had on you all night. He’s just smirking before tapping some more on the board in front of him.

His shirt clings to him, the fabric damp with sweat, and with every movement, you catch glimpses of his sculpted muscles rippling beneath the fabric.

It's impossible to tear your eyes away from him, from the way his hips sway to the rhythm, the way his hands move deftly over the DJ controls. But it's when he lifts his arms, stretching towards the ceiling, that you feel your breath catch in your throat.

His shirt rides up, revealing a tantalizing sliver of skin, and your gaze flickers downward, catching sight of the waistband of his Supreme underwear peeking out from the top of his jeans. It's a sight that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you feel yourself flush with desire.

You try to focus on the music, on the movement of the crowd around you, but all you can think about is George, and the way he looks right now, all sweaty and disheveled and utterly irresistible.

He catches your lingering gaze, a smirk playing on his lips as he lowers his arms and turns to face you. "Like what you see?" he teases, his voice low and suggestive.

You swallow hard, trying to regain your composure. "You know I do," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

George chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I can't say I blame you," he says, stepping closer until you can feel the heat of his body against yours. "But I must warn you, staring like that might be considered rude."

You bite your lip, unable to suppress a nervous giggle. "Sorry," you mumble, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

George's smirk widens, and he leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't be sorry," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Just know that if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to do something about it."

You swallow hard, your pulse quickening at the promise in his words. "And what would that be?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

His lips brush against your ear as he replies, his tone dripping with playful menace. "Guess you'll just have to wait and find out," he says, pulling back with a smirk that leaves you weak in the knees.

You had expected him to lean in for a kiss, to fulfill the promise of his teasing words. When he doesn't, you pout, feeling a mix of frustration and longing bubbling up inside you.

"Hey," you protest, crossing your arms over your chest and giving him your best glare.

George chuckles, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "What's wrong, love? Didn't get the kiss you were hoping for?" he teases, his voice dripping with amusement.

You huff, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks. "You know damn well what I was hoping for," you reply, your tone a mix of annoyance and desire.

He raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Do I now?" he asks, stepping closer until there's barely any space between you. "Well, maybe I just enjoy seeing you squirm."

“Is that so?” You retort, your voice low and daring.

Without another word, you close the distance between you, reaching up to grab the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a searing kiss. It's hot and feisty, fueled by months of pent-up desire and the electric tension between you.

George responds eagerly, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matches your own.

You pull back slightly, your hands still gripping the collar of George's shirt as you look into his eyes with a newfound determination.

"George, please," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper but filled with an unmistakable urgency.

He looks at you, confusion flickering in his eyes before realization dawns. "What is it, love?" he asks, concern lacing his tone.

“Finish your set early G,” you say, hoping he would drop everything and come with you, just somewhere else.

“Abandon my duties as a DJ because you’re feeling a bit needy?, I don’t know,” he teases.

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, disappointed but you know he will give in.

“Guilty as charged,” he quips, taking a step closer until his hands travel down your body to find the curve of your ass. "But you love it, don't you?"

“Maybe I do,” You bite your lip, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as you meet his gaze.

"Tell you what," his grin widens, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'll finish up here, but you owe me.

“Anything.” You reply quickly.

George smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning back to the DJ booth to find A.G. He’s whispering in his ear, for everyone around them definitely not understandable.

Your heart is beating heavily in your chest, both excited and nervous about what’s going to happen.

George grabs your hand and leads you to the crowd and you’re just following awkwardly because your mind is else where.

You haven’t even reached the exit when you push him against the wall, hands squeezing his skin under his shirt and your lips on his.

His hands are on your waist, squeezing hard which follows by a shaky breath against his mouth, perfect for him to let his tongue brush against yours.

“George,” you whine, pressing yourself into his body more.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” His pupils are already dilated and he looks even more hotter then 20 minutes ago.

He's on you in an instant, his hand wrapped tightly around your arm as he drags you out of the bar. You let him steal you away, out into the brisk, wintry air that does little to cool your fury or the heat beginning to coil in your core. The door shuts noisily behind your, the feeling soon replaced by the quiet from the street.

“Driving me mad here, fuck,” he groans, leading you away from civilization, to a quiet corner. He’s backing up against the wall, pulling you flush against him again, his mouth crashing onto yours again.

It's getting more difficult to think, now, with the warmth of his body against you, his thumbs shifting higher to stroke your stiffening nipples. He urges your hips forward again to meet his, and you can already feel him straining in his jeans.

“Always ends the same doesn’t it?” He pulls away from you, looking down at your puffy lips. “My girl can never wait.”

You whimper helplessly, unable to curb the way your body's reacting to him, and the soft sound causes something in him to snap. He suddenly backs you up against the hard brick of the bar's exterior and begins to grind languidly into your stomach.

“Don’t you think I’m being too gentle?” His voice is muffled by your neck, his mouth trailing wet kisses down your collar bone. “Need a bit of patience.”

“Only behaving this way with me ain’t that right?” He’s interrogating you in the hottest way ever.

“Yes George, you're the only one," you moan around your admission. He's still crowding you into the wall, his hands greedily roaming your soft curves.

“‘S right.” His eyes meet yours, darting quickly to your mouth before he leans in to kiss you passionately like he’s rewarding you. It only lasts for a second, one deliciously fleeting second, before he pulls away. “Ruined my set, make it up to me.”

His hands drop from your cheeks so he can unbuckle his jeans. You get the hint and are more than happy to oblige. Sharp gravel bites into your bare skin as you drop to your knees in front of him. He's already so hard under all that heavy fabric and looks desperate above you.

You hastily unbutton and unzip his jeans, not wasting any more of the time, before tugging them down just enough to free his cock.

“Go on love,” you wrap your hand around him and he sighs gratefully, dribbling precum onto your fingers.

"Fucking hot," you finally reply, keeping your eyes locked on his as you lean forward to lick a broad line up his cock. He hisses in a breath through his teeth, his thighs already beginning to tremble, and you brace your hand on one.

You finally wrap your mouth around him, taking it all in your mouth. He let out a small moan, “Christ.”

His hand reaches into your hair to hold you in place. You choke around him, trying to breathe through your nose.

He only gives you a second to adjust before he's fucking into your mouth and biting back a litany of needy sounds that rival your own wet, audible gagging. Your grip on his thigh tightens as your throat relaxes, allowing you to take him deeper, and you can feel yourself clenching around nothing every time he grazes the back of your throat.

Tears stream down your cheeks and he wipes them away with a much too tender swipe of his thumb, even as he continues to force you up and down his cock. But you're too lost in your pleasure to notice anymore. So fucking good, you feel so, so good. But you need more, and you're not willing to pull off of him just yet.

“You’re f-from Heaven, fuck.” His hips stutter and you moan around him.

“Shit,” he mumbles, head shooting up from the brick wall and pulling your head away.

“Fuck me now?” You ask innocently.

The growl that rumbles through his chest is nearly soundless but powerful. An entire night's worth of tension culminating in a single exhaled breath, just before he drags you up and spins you around, pushing you against the wall.

Bracing yourself on the harsh brick, you rush to give him better access, arching your back as he tugs your pants and underwear down to your knees. A callused hand runs upward, following the notches of your spine, while his other spreads across your waist.

He lifts one leg of yours up on his side, to slide his cock through your folds. You gasp in each others mouth at the first contact of him and your wet folds.

George holds your thighs for support, plunging his cock into your wet cunt with ease, bottoming out at the first thrust. You enjoyed the stretching pain and you never had the patience to wait.

Lower lips between your teeth, you slide one of your hands to your clit, two fingers working your arousal, quickly replaced by George’s calloused fingers. You arch your back and moan loudly, “fuck George, move.”

“As you wish,” your hands grip his biceps as he keeps pushing into you, the stretch threatening to break you right in half. The street is filled with the sounds of your love-making--moans, whimpers, gasps of each other's names--mixed with the salacious sounds of your bodies coming together.

“My girl,” Your mind is completely fuzzy, filled with nothing but the feeling of immense pleasure. You can’t form a proper sentence with George fucking you into a wall.

You are clutching onto him, nails raking down his back as he fucks you deeply. "Close," is all you could manage to say to him.

“Yeah? My love’s close?” He sighs, “fuck,” you’re lifting your hips to fuck back into him, causing George to groan at the feeling of your cunt constricting his cock. He lets go of your hair and wraps his arm around your throat, as if he is putting you into a headlock but without the force. still, the action alone is enough to send you into an unexpected orgasm.

His name falls from your lips like it is a prayer as he fucks you through your orgasm. George’s hips starts to stutter as he feels his cock start to throb and that familiar feeling start to grow. He let his body fall over yours, effectively pressing you between his body and the wall.

“You’re perfect," he breathes into your ear, snapping his hips into yours harder than before. "made just for me, weren't you?” He lets out one last gutural groan before he is cumming, pressing his cock as deep into you as it would go.

By the time he pulls out, you are both a mess, more so you than him but still a mess nonetheless, your hair is messy and sprawled all over your face, a trail of drool on the side of your mouth. You try to catch your breath, while he pulls his pants up, fixing his belt and kneeling to pull your pants up as well.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, kissing you one time before pulling you against him, trying to walk to the car. Your body is numb though, legs giving out and almost collapsing in his arms.

“Easy love, let me,” he lifts you off the ground, bridal style all the way to the car.

He takes care of you, putting your seatbelt one, giving you a kiss, getting in the car, giving you a kiss and driving you home and giving you many more kisses there.

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dizzyjelly · 1 year ago

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Good Morning Ellie Williams pt. 2(18+)

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 1 here

Summary: you and Ellie are dating now and you attend your schools Halloween dance together. Ellie feels guilty for how she's treated you in the past and she gets a bit insecure. You both end yo back at your house early in the night where you prove your love to her.

Cw: loser!ellie, reader wears an angel costume, smut, tit play(e!receiving), fingering(e!recieving), clit sucking(e!receiving)

A/n: this was supposed to be out before Halloween 🙈 in case u couldn't tell I love to procrastinate 😍 anyways enjoy!!

You and Ellie had become official about a week later. She followed you around like a lost puppy, and did anything you asked with zero hesitation. She really did want to prove herself to you. Guilt consumed her every being whenever she thought about how mean she'd been. You, on the other hand, didn't really care all that much about her past behavior.

Occasionally it'd bother you when you thought about it too much, but you never really thought about it. She was so much kinder now. Sometimes too kind, you'd have to remind her that you don't own her. That she was her own person and she could always say no. She'd just nod silently when you'd tell her these things.

Well she had trouble accepting that she had nothing to prove anymore, she'd gotten better. Tonight the two of were attending the school dance, it wasn't amything special though. They'd just been hosting a Halloween themed dance for fun since they'd gotten some extra funding this year.

The flyer said to where a costume or Halloween colors to the dance, you rewore your costume from last year. A sparkly green dress with matching wings, tinker bell. Ellie showed up in what she always wore, which you expected. So you brought something simple to dress her up, an alien antenna headband.

"Ellie, come on! I told you to wear a costume.." Your voice had the slightest whiny tone as you approached her where she waited for you outside the school.

"I know baby, im sorry, but I don't have anything but costumes from when I was like a toddler.." She smiled down at you as she put her hands at your waist and pulled you close to her.

"It's ok, I brought this.." You giggle excitedly as you showed her the headband then put it on her head.

"Aw, thank you. I love it." She smiled and leans forward, pressing a gentle but tender kiss to your lips.

The two of you made your way to the school gym, which was all decked out now with lights and spooky decorations. They had one photo backdrop out in the open and also a photo booth with props on the table just outside of it.

There was also a DJ up front, which you dragged Ellie over to while holding her hand so you could write down a bunch of song requests. She watched you with adoration as you wrote excitedly.

"Els, anything you want me to write down?" You turn to ask her, she shakes her head no and you write down her favorite song anyway.

Her eyes kept traveling down yo where your dress hugged your hips and ass just perfectly. She cursed at herself silently and readjusted her eyes to look at the wall. You finished writing then stood up straight and fixed your hair a bit before walking Ellie over to the snack table.

She held everything you'd grabbed, asking for only a couple things herself. Then you both walked over to the tables and claimed two chairs for yourselves, setting your stuff down. You sat for a little while, eating your snacks and enjoying just spending this time with Ellie. She kept her hand rested on your thigh, she always wanted to be holding you somehow. Anyone could notice she was the clingy type.

After you finished eating, you sat for a little longer. The current song playing wasn't your favorite so you weren't too worried about dancing right now. But you stopped mid sentence when one of the songs you requested started to play. You stood like you could bounce off the walls and Ellie's smile was huge as you took her hand and began making your way to the dance floor.

Unfortunately, on the way there, you were interrupted. It was some guy who you thought shared your lunch hour, but otherwise you didn't really know him.

"No way, you and Williams?" He laughs loudly.

"Yeah, you have something to say?" Your tone was sassy and your hands rested on your hips.

Ellie loved how quick you were to come to her defense. And she loved that attitude of yours.

"No, I just mean- I thought you guys fuckin' hated each other!" He shrugs, walking away as fast as he could.

You let out a soft sigh through your nose as your lips were pulled into a thin line. Ellie went quiet. She already felt bad enough about your past relationship on her own, so when somebody else bought it up, she just felt even worse. You turned to face her, holding her hands in your own as the two of you stood closer to the wall now.

"Ellie.. it's fine." You spoke so softly to her, she just frowned.

"It's not. Why.. why do you even like me? I was so horrible to you.." her voice started to crack and her hands trembled in your own as tears welled in her eyes.

"Stop it.. I don't care about that anymore. You're so sweet to me and you treat me better than anyone ever has.." your thumbs wiped away her tears and she sniffled, leaning into your touch.

"I'm sorry." She sighs, grasping her hand around your wrist.

"I know, I forgave you a while ago.. Let's just leave." You knew she had to be embarrassed, crying in front of all these kids from school.

She wiped her tears on her sleeve then followed you back to your table where you got your bags. Then you held her hand as you walked to the door and out to your car.

As you drove back to your house, you rested one hand on Ellie's upper thigh. She enjoyed your touch and let out a deep sigh as she rested her head against the window. You knew she was upset, so you wanted to say something to hopefully make her feel better.

"You know I wish we took pictures, you look so gorgeous tonight.." You spoke softly and smiled to yourself as you kept your eyes on the road.

"Thank you." Ellie cooed, and you knew you at least made her smile.

Eventually you arrived to your house where the two of you went inside and you changed into comfier clothes while Ellie just sat on your bed waiting for you. Her fingers fumbled with your comforter as she waited for you to come out of the bathroom. She smiled gently at you when you re-entered the room in your pajamas.

You got into bed with her and brought her to cuddle into your side. Her cheek pressed into your neck and shoulder as your arm wrapped around her. Her arms hugged you and you used your free hand to put ob The Nightmare Before Christmas. Then you put the remote down and rubbed your hand soothingly up and down ellies arm. She relaxed underneath your touch and you could feel her small breaths puff against your neck.

"Ellie?" You whispered after a while.

"Hm?" She hums, her eyes still fixated on the television.

"Can we just talk about.. us? Don't get me wrong, I love how kind you are to me, but sometimes I worry you're not really doing it because you want to.." You didn't want to hit a nerve, but how else could you say it?

"I just-" She sighed, one of her hands played with the bottom of your shirt before she continued, "I guess I'm scared you'll realize that you could be with someone who was never mean to you like I was and so.. I've just been wanting to prove that I can be nice, I just didn't know how before." You were surprised and pleased with her heartfelt confession.

At first, you didn't say anything, you only held ellie tighter. One of your hands cradled the back of her head and you pulled her against you. You kissed her forehead before speaking again.

"Ellie, I will tell you a million times if I have to, I don't care about that stuff anymore. I.. I love you and you don't have to do anything I ask for things to stay that way, I promise." Your words reassure her enough that she doesn't feel the need to worry anymore that night.

Ellie smiled and blushed deeply when you said you loved her. She didn't think you'd say it first.

"I love you too.." She whispered back, looking up at you in awe. She wondered how she got so lucky.

A few minutes passed and you were just relaxing with each other, one of your hands traced over Ellies back softly. You smiled at the feeling of her chest rising and falling slowly, she always looked so adorable relaxed in your arms like this.

"How about.. I show you just how much I love you?" You whisper, your hand coming up to stroke her hair as she looks up at you.

"O-okay." She nodded nervously, understanding what you insinuated.

You and Ellie had made out before, but you never really went past second base. You were excited more than anything, but you knew she felt nervous. You had her lay down on you bed and your arms caged her in as you leant down to kiss her. Her lips pushed against yours eagerly, and soon you were kissing your way down her jaw and to her stomach.

Your eyes looked up at her cautiously as you started to push softly at her shirt, she nodded and you removed it leaving her in just sweats and a black Nike sports bra. You bit you lip and let out a small groan, leaning up to kiss her tits through the cloth.

"Fuck.. You're so beautiful." You whispered and she blushed.

"Thank you.." She whispered back, one of her hands threading through your hair.

You were quick to get her bra off, wanting to see all of her. She moaned underneath you now as you licked and sucked at one of her nipples and toyed with the other between your fingers. You switched positions every so often until you felt she was satisfied then you moved back down to her waistband.

And you felt like you were close when she whined out a breathy please as your hands met her waistband wearily. You pulled them down and rubbed soft circles into her hips as you kissed at her inner thighs. Eventually she lied naked beneath you and your lips were wrapped around her clit as her fingers held your head tightly.

"Holy fuck.. 's so good.." She moaned, her hips bucking into your face.

You smiled as you brought your middle finger to prod at her entrance and she swallowed you almost instantly. So you added your index finger and curled them deliciously as you kept sucking on her clit. She whined and moaned so beautifully that you'd do this forever if you could.

And as she got closer she only sounded better. Her voice went up an octave and she panted. You felt her hips rock against your face shamelessly now and your name fell past her lips like a prayer. And when she finally did cum, you kept going until her legs were trembling and she was pushing you away.

"Oh my god.." She speaks through her pants, her arm resting over her slightly sweaty forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up.." You giggled, pulling her out of your bed and into your bathroom.

She smiled at you as you ran a bath while she peed as you told her to, and you set out some of your clothes for her to wear. The bath was ready and you got in first, having her sit between your legs with her back against your chest. You held her hand and she leaned into you sleepily.

"So.. you really do love me, hm?" She speaks softly.

And you laugh a bit before responding.

"I really do love you.." You whispered.

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gilverrwrites · 2 months ago

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Rule Breaker ♥︎

Roman Sionis/Stripper!Reader, 650 words Kinktober entry 2: Public Sex Warnings: Mildly dubious consent | public sex | unprotected sex | p in v sex | biting Disclaimer: Shit like this rarely actually happens in strip clubs. Requested by: Anonymous

Roman Sionis is a rule breaker, as much was evident from the first time he set foot in your club. He liked to touch your merchandise. He pays the DJ to skip your sets, ensuring him more time to put his hands all over you. He puts your tips between his teeth, or tucked tight into his belt buckle and will only let you take it from him with your pretty, painted lips. Security and management have never tried to stop him, big spender that he is. You’d only played his game in the beginning because you knew he was packing heat, and even if he didn’t use it, he was dangerous enough to make you wish he would.

But as of late, you’d found yourself getting more and more excited for his twice weekly visits. He paid you enough to live comfortably, so you told yourself that was why. Really though, there was something exhilarating about being his favourite dancer. Something titillating about openly flouting the rules; rubbing your slick pussy on his thighs and sucking his leather-clad fingers in front of everyone that made you feel both intoxicatingly superior and dolefully pliant.

A new level of excitement blooms between your legs as he removes his gloves for the first time ever within your presence. He does it slowly, one finger at a time before settling a hand on the globe of your ass, blatantly and roughly digging into your flesh as he encourages your undulating hips deeper into his crotch, ignoring the beat of the drum and base. The bare fingertips of his other hand scratching at your midriff as he strokes downward and hooks them beneath your thong. For all of his boldness, Roman has never crossed that line, and you find yourself tempestuously intrigued to see what his next move will be.

“Lean back.” His gruff voice bellows over the music. It’s not a request, but you don’t jump to follow his instructions, taking your teasingly sweet time to let your back fall against his chest. When his mouth presses to the shell of your ear he lowers his tone. “How long have I been coming here? Long enough to pay off your mortgage, ain’t that right?”

How he’d come by that information is a mystery to you, but it’s often better not to ask questions you don’t want the answer to, so you just nod. No need to fake the salaciously breathy timbre in your voice as you answer, “Yes, Sir.”

“An’ you’ve never said thank you.” You can feel the popping threads of your underwear as he suddenly and forcefully yanks it to the side, exposing your cunt to anyone who looks your way, and though your hearts sinks and your hands scramble to cover your modesty, your core betrays you, sending ripples of heated arousal through your body, and straight to your head.

It's not true. You've said thank you a thousand times, but you supposed Roman is expecting something bigger than two little words and a smile.

Roman ignores your pitiful, half-hearted attempt to stop his assault. Huskily cooing into the crook of your neck and sinking his teeth into your soft flesh as he quickly unzips his trousers to free his erection.

“Thank you?” You try, but the sharp grin you feel pulling at his lips tells you it’s in vein.

“C’mon baby.” He chides, sliding his cock beneath what's left of the miniscule fabric you'd once called a thong, inserting his length between your ludicrously drenched slit and slapping his crown on your tender clit until you arch your back and gasp loud enough to grab the attention of some nearby patrons. Roman doesn’t care, laughing at your needy, unprofessional little display, reeling back until your entrance begins to part around his dick. “I think you owe me a little more than that.”

If you're reading this, I think you're really, really great.

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deliciousangelfestival · 11 months ago

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Glad You Broke Up || Bucky Barnes - Chp 2

Character: Bucky × Reader

Summary: On New Year's Eve, Y/N, dealing with a recent breakup, finds herself in an unexpected situation.

Warning: Smuts, there's a s*x scene. Minors do not enter.

Chapters: Chap 1, Chapt 2 , Chap 3 , Chapt 4 , -

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As Y/N's memory of the previous night flooded back, she couldn't shake the realization that she had sought solace in the arms of Bucky.

Conflicted emotions tugged at her heart, questioning the blurred lines between a momentary escape and a genuine connection.

As Bucky stirred, his eyes met hers with a sleepy yet inviting gaze. His low and seductive voice resonated in the room as he called her name sweetly, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Morning," Bucky said, his lips curving into a charming smile as he propped himself on one elbow. The warmth of his presence wrapped around her, creating a cocoon of intimacy.

Y/N, feeling a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty, murmured an apology. "I can't believe I let last night happen, Bucky. I'm sorry."

As Bucky leaned in, his lips brushed against hers in a tender kiss. The softness and warmth of the gesture took Y/N by surprise, momentarily distracting her from the whirlwind of emotions within.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky spoke softly, his breath caressing her lips.

Bucky brushed off her apology with a gentle laugh. "No need to apologize, Y/N. Besides, you're not using me; we found comfort in each other's company."

The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on their entwined figures. Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the vulnerability and sincerity in Bucky's expression.

Y/N's phone pierced through the quiet morning with its insistent ringtone.

'Ring'

She fumbled to retrieve it from the bedside table, her heart racing as the familiar sound returned memories from the night before.

On New Year's Eve

Y/N's hands trembled as she unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, the bitterness of the liquid serving as a temporary escape from the bitter break-up.

Just as she raised the bottle to her lips, Bucky's hand gently but firmly intercepted her, preventing the impulsive action. His touch was both a physical barrier and a silent plea for her to reconsider.

"Y/N, drinking won't solve anything," Bucky said with a calm yet concerned tone, his eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and worry.

"I thought today finally happened," Y/N confessed, her voice laced with sadness and frustration.

Bucky, his fingers gently tracing comforting circles on her back, looked down at her with a furrowed brow. "What were you hoping for today?"

Y/N, under the influence of alcohol and the raw emotions of the night, became disarmingly honest. "I was prepared to have sex with my ex," she admitted her words carrying a mixture of vulnerability and openness.

Her fingers fumbled with the collar of her dress, and she pulled it down, revealing the intricate lingerie she had chosen for the occasion. "Look, I spent hours buying this lingerie," she confessed, the sheer fabric accentuating the curves of her body.

Bucky, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation and the alluring display before him, let out a cough, a subtle attempt to regain his composure.

In response, he wrapped Y/N's body with his leather suit, a protective gesture that sought to shield her from the raw intensity of the moment.

"Alright, let's get you home," Bucky suggested, his voice a soothing anchor amid Y/N's intoxicated vulnerability.

However, Y/N shook her head, her expression fraught with worry. "I can't, Bucky. My housemate is throwing a party in our apartment, and I promised her I wouldn't come back tonight."

Bucky glanced at Vincent, still immersed in his DJ duties, the vibrant beats echoing through the club. It was evident that neither Y/N's brother nor her housemate would soon leave the festivities.

A decisive look crossed Bucky's face as he turned back to Y/N. "My place, then," he offered with a reassuring smile.

At Bucky’s Apartment.

Bucky carefully assisted Y/N as she settled onto the plush cushions of his couch. Her form curled up in a mixture of exhaustion, and the remnants of intoxication prompted a gentle concern in him. He assured her with a comforting pat on her shoulder, "Take it easy, Y/N. I'll be right back."

Bucky held the glass of water in his hand, intending to offer Y/N a refreshing drink to help ease the effects of the alcohol. However, as he reentered the living room, what he saw caused him to freeze in his tracks.

Y/N, making herself more comfortable, had taken off her dress, leaving her in nothing but her lingerie. The soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows accentuated the vulnerability and intimacy of the moment.

Bucky's breath caught in his throat for a split second as he registered the unexpected sight. The air in the room seemed to thicken with a newfound tension, the unspoken implications of the situation hanging in the air.

A flush of embarrassment crept up Bucky's neck as he averted his gaze, trying to give Y/N the privacy she might not have realized she needed. He quickly set the glass of water down on the nearby table, his mind racing with emotions.

"Y/N, um... I brought you some water," Bucky stammered, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. He tried to keep his tone casual despite the subtle shift in the atmosphere.

As Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the fatigue from crying in Bucky's car still evident in her gaze, she grumbled, "I was hoping something would happen today. This outfit is crazy expensive."

Bucky, caught off guard by her sudden change in tone, watched as she revealed her lingerie, a bold move that both surprised and intrigued him. Her words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere as she climbed onto his lap.

"It'll be a waste if no one sees it. Bucky, it's beautiful, right?" she asked, her eyes searching for validation.

The room seemed to tighten, a palpable tension enveloping them. Bucky, a man of self-control, felt a sudden surge of conflicting emotions. Her proximity and the audacious display stirred something within him, challenging the carefully maintained boundaries.

He hesitated for a moment, grappling with the intensity of the situation. The delicate lace of her lingerie, the vulnerability in her eyes, and the unresolved emotions from the night created a perfect storm. Bucky's hands hovered, caught between restraint and desire.

With a deep breath, he gently held her waist, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had unfolded between them. His touch conveyed reassurance and caution, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of understanding and a hint of turmoil.

"Bucky..." Y/N's voice wavered, uncertainty lingering in the air.

Bucky's Adam's apple rolled down, and in a hoarse, husky voice, he declared, "I may have self-control, but sweetheart, even I won't be able to resist this irresistible temptation. You're a damn masterpiece in that outfit."

Y/N's face flushed, a mixture of alcohol-induced warmth and unspoken desire. Cupping Bucky's face, she looked into his eyes with a boldness that matched the moment's intensity.

"You're more handsome than him. You should've been my boyfriend. If you weren't my brother's friend, I'd ask you out," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of vulnerability and a raw, unfiltered longing.

After she said that, Bucky’s penis was hard against her bottom part.

Forget about his friendship. Tonight, he’ll fuck her best friend's sister and deal with the consequences later.

******

Y/N’s body was soft and rubbing against Bucky. His hard cock pressed against her hole through his pants. He eased himself by moving a little.

Y/N moaned, “Ahh, keep moving.”

With her encouragement, it ignited him more. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and with a swift move, he carried her to his bedroom; since he has a muscular body underneath his clothes, it’s easy for him.

Bucky gently put Y/N on the bed; his gaze never left her. He looks at her intimately.

Bucky gently placed Y/N on the bed, feeling the charged atmosphere's weight. His gaze lingered on her, capturing every nuance of the vulnerability and desire that played across her flushed face. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the intimacy shared between them.

Bucky sucked on Y/N’s lips as if he were sucking sweet nectar flower a flower. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. The actions filled Y/N's entire body with a tingling sensation.

Whenever he kissed her lips, she felt like she was going insane. Y/N twisted her body, trying to escape, but Bucky pressed down on her.

He pulled away from her lips and began to noble and suck on her earlobe. He growled; his deep voice sounded so seductive that it made her shoulders tremble as she whimpered.

His fingers stroke her breast, and his other hand rubs her little hole. Y/N felt the area between her legs grow wet as Bucky kept teasing her. But she couldn’t say a word because her mind went blank.

She wondered how he became so good at this. When does he find time for a workout, considering he's a workaholic?

Bucky seems to understand her frustration without speaking since he feels it, too. He wants to penetrate her soon. He lowered his pants and his drawers and threw them to the floor. He pulled out his swollen cock; it was bobbing slightly, taping his beautiful abs.

Y/N widened her eyes, she expected his cock would be significant, but seeing it wither her own eyes, it was fascinating. It was already covered in a watery fluid.

Bucky brought her hand to his cock. The sticky fluid touched her palm. Each time she moved her hand up and down, a moan hissed out through Bucky’s clenched teeth.

Bucky pulled out his t-shirt; because of it, she could see the well-defined muscles of his chest and abdomen.

Then he stopped her hand from moving and said, “You did well, but I think my dick is about to burst.”

Just as he finished speaking, something thick plunged into her body. She felt his cock slide along her inner walls. She wrapped her arms around his back.

Both of their gaze met; there was only the sound of their gasping breaths and the rising body temperature.

His cock inside her little hole became even harder, and she couldn’t resist the shallow thrusts. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her chest pressed tightly against his chest, her nipples to rub against his.

Her little buttocks lifted high with Bucky's thrusts, twisting like a little seductress.

Bucky let out a low gasp, feeling the tightness of her inner walls wrapped around his shaft, giving him much pleasure.

"Can... can you go faster..." Y/N, having adapted to the feel of the man inside her, gradually became unsatisfied with the shallow thrusts. She whispered into his ear, "Like just now, fuck me hard."

As she spoke, Bucky's eyelids twitched. He looked at her innocent yet suggestive appearance with half-lowered eyes, feeling as though his soul was about to be sucked out by this little devil.

"So naughty." Bucky said, biting her lip.

Y/N bit her lips, looking at him with a seductive gaze.

Bucky found her small movements adorable. He laughed softly, sitting up and grabbing her buttocks. Without a word, he pulled out his member and thrust it inside her.

"Mmm..." Y/N shuddered backward as she was being fucked, and was pulled back by Bucky, who was pinching her butt.

The meat stick mercilessly went in and out of her body, bringing out a stream of lewd fluid every time it entered with a "plop".

Y/N's toes curled in pleasure, biting her fingers and moaning, leaving a row of teeth marks on her hand in no time.

"Feels so good...uhh...hitting the right spot..."

Her sensitive spot was being teased by the head of his member, causing Y/N to tremble with excitement. She leaned back on Bucky's shoulder, her neck arched, and her lips slightly parted as she gasped for air.

Bucky pulled down her collar and left a trail of kisses on her neck.

Two people intertwined without distinguishing between you and me, making love, embracing.

From the bed to the windowsill, moonlight falls on the naked bodies of the two, giving them a faint silver glow.

As he reached the climax, he turned her over and fucked her again in a doggy-styled position.

Y/N yelled lewdly and happily twisted her buttocks to meet Bucky’s thick and long cock.

“Does it feel good?” Bucky said obscenely as he supported her buttocks and fuck her non-stop.

Y/N nodded with tears in her eyes, "Feels good."

Her tight hole was being pounded relentlessly, waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"No...I can't...I'm about to cum..." Y/N arched her body in ecstasy, her chin lifted.

"Ah...ahhh..."

Her whole body trembled as her little hole spasmed uncontrollably.

Bucky let out a low groan, his hands grabbing her waist. As he relaxed his muscles, hot semen shot inside her body.

She held her abdomen and felt as if it was filled with Bucky's semen.

Bucky chuckled and embraced her, kissing her from her forehead to her lips.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked.

Y/N's tired fingers didn't want to move, and she nodded softly, "Mmm... I love it…”

Bucky's body flinched at the admission, the word 'love' hanging like a tantalizing promise. It stirred something within him, a desire that went beyond the boundaries of friendship.

The realization hit him like lightning – he wasn't content with the current dynamic.

He didn't want Y/N to be just his best friend's sister; he craved something more. He longed to redefine the connection between them, to have her as a friend and his woman.

The weight of this revelation settled over him, transforming the charged atmosphere into a palpable anticipation of what might come next.

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Some Highlights from the Scary Godmother Compendium 🎃🧹💀

You mean to tell me you guys have been sitting on this image without context since 2001 and nobody ever put it on Tumblr.com!?

But seriously, this part threw me for a loop! The context is actually really fun.

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And is this one of the newer stories? It sounds like it is setting up more to come?

Hannah is a little older, and maybe even "tweaking her origin story"???

Also Orson is a DJ!

There was also a huge tone shift with the "Ghouls Out for Summer" storyline that could be another, more mature movie all its own and could set up tons of future stuff!

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The only thing I think I missed was a story where Scary Godmother almost got married??? Like I may have skipped over it by mistake, but I was like... uhhhh.... when did that happen?

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Anyway, the book is filled with comics galore from the 90s to now, with tons of characters and moments that never made it into the 2 specials.

Go support Jill Thompson and this Halloween cult classic (hopefully with more to come🤞)!

Link to the book on Amazon, but if you find it elsewhere, as always, support your local book retailers.

#scary godmother #compendium #jill thompson #hannah marie #orson #orson the vampire #Bug-a-boo #skully pettibone #harry the werewolf #count max #queen ruby #How about something more fun to look at today?#roninreviews

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ntls-24722 · 3 months ago

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Redoing the info post! Again! This'll hopefully be the last time I make these refs, not because I fully plan for these to stick (ofc, i hope these designs stick, but for as long as i fixate on this world I'll always be tweaking these designs) but because from here on out i'm probably just gonna be tweaking this world and just.... not making more refs LMFAO

Anyways, this is homo mousike, the Music Man-themed speculative biology project I made on accident. I didn't make homo mousike with the intention of spec bio'ing music man into various species, it was the result of me looking too hard into the tiniest bit of lore that i made for these music man "cave paintings." Which is why they all look so weird and not exactly like the music men they're based off of - I quite literally ripped them right out of the cave walls, which is exemplified even more by their original designs.

HOMO MOUSIKE

On an alien planet known as Bolur, there are 3 different sophont species that have just started their history together on a hot, arid continent. There's a fourth sophont, but they don't know about them at this present. By pure coincidence, in the future, all 3 have named their species "music man" in their own languages due to their fossils being reliably found with prehistoric instruments.

The Debu are the ones based off of DJ Music Man. They are part of a clade known as "mountain cows", massive, beefy hexapods that, despite their size, still climb up cliffsides to carve out their own caves with their hooves. Their species have had human-equivalent intelligence for almost 2 million years, but they haven't meaningfully moved past their stone age due to the lack of need. However, unlike our idea of caveman life, Debu have been sedentary and domesticating plants and animals - they just haven't widely utilized metal.

Due to the heat and their bare skin, they roll in mud to use it as sunscreen, and this has interestingly inspired them to be very big on makeup. Their frontmost teeth, which are set apart from their molars in all "vertebrates" on this planet, have fused together into a pair of tusks, which they were originally supposed to be using to eat trees. But Debu are opportunistic, and will eat anything that won't kill them - including the other two aliens. They also don't speak through their mouth but instead through their noses, and therefore their nostrils are two toned for the reason that our lips are: in order to follow the "lips" when speaking.

Their species evolved tool use to make instruments on account of it helping them attract mates, and the tool use + growingly social behavior got them to the level of sapience that they're at now. Debu as a species are exceptionally opportunistic and resourceful, and are well versed in anatomy and medicine even in their stone age.

The Zebramen are based off of the original Music Man. They, and the following zebraelves, are part of a clade known as "spitting monkeys," arboreal and eusocial octopods who have glands on their butt for shooting slime at you! Zebramen and zebraelves are actually in the same genus and can even hybridize - they have a lot in common, and I often refer to them simultaneously as "zebrapeople." Speaking of, zebrapeople have actually been able to semi-dry their slime into making silk instead, so this group is actually the most spider-y out of any of the Music Men.

Zebramen are 8 feet tall and walk only on their 6's - they're the only Music Man whose feet actually differ from their hands. They're stupid fast, though very similar to humans where they are used to running long distances. They're just beginning to use bronze and they live as nomads, stewarding their massive communal herds and living in carriages drawn by cloe-mena. Their sapience began when they left the trees and started domesticating animals, and this is reflected in their tools; Early zebraman tools were instruments, aids in communicating across a massive flock. Zebramen religions are overwhelmingly animistic, as their lives depend on their animals and, well, so did their sapience. Many of the animals zebramen herd today actually co-evolved with them.

Zebraelves are in the same genus as zebramen, and share a lot of cultural and morphological similarities since these two species have been in contact with eachother since their appearances. Though, they do have some stark differences: Zebraelves are only around 2 feet tall while zebramen tower at 8 feet. Zebraelves have angled pelvises, and are able to go from hexapodal to octopodal depending on where they're walking on. Zebraelves' stripes are also generally only shades of brown and black, while zebramen can have the added colors of pink and red to their palettes. Their spinnerets are longer and tufted, since they're used for expression, and zebraelves are also generally a lot fuzzier than zebramen. But what might be the most striking difference is their way of life - Zebramen are communal, sure, but zebraelves are outright eusocial, having a "hive" structure with very drastic dimorphism.

(details on this... another time)

Inventing and playing music actually wasn't all that instrumental(lol) to the zebraelf's evolution towards sapience, but it was found to be important for their cohesiveness - remains of instruments were found during periods of assimilation, when colonies began to cede into one another and they started celebrating about it. It's a little touching that their species was named after their celebration of peace

#ntls-24722 #djmm #dj music man #music man #music man fnaf #fnaf music man #windup music man #mini music man #wind-up music man #wind up music man #lil' music man #(almost) daily music man #homo mousike #speculative evolution #speculative biology #speculative worldbuilding

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thebunnednun · 5 months ago

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The Fawn and the Wolf - John Wick X Assassin! Reader (Part 2)

Warning: Eventual smut, Violence, Size difference, predictor/prey, and other kinks. Age gap as well as Angst.

Summary:

"Who the hell wants to marry a man they've never met?" Certainly not you. After staging your own death to escape a forced marriage orchestrated by your ruthless family, they retaliate by sending the infamous John Wick after you. Now, you're fucked in more ways than one. Evading Baba Yaga himself is no easy feat, especially when he's sympathetic to your plight but bound by a marker to bring you back.Amidst the chaos, you find yourself unexpectedly drawn to John, his allure undeniable as you embark on a thrilling game of cat and mouse across the globe. As the stakes escalate and the danger intensifies, you're caught between loyalty and freedom, you face a daunting choice that could change your life forever.What are you going to do? Marry the man your family has picked for you? Or do you start over with the surprisingly kind killer you meet?

Notes:

In this narrative, certain deceased characters resurface, their roles pivotal to the plot, although not all events adhere strictly to canon. The timeline aligns closely with the events leading up to the fourth movie. The only original characters are your family members. I will add a playlist for this later.

-----------------------Chapter 2:First meetings---------------------------

The lively bar in Tokyo buzzed with energy, a stark contrast to the looming tension back home. Neon lights flickered across the walls, casting vibrant hues over the patrons. Laughter and chatter filled the air, blending with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of music.

[Name] leaned back in her seat, nursing a ginger ale. She wore a black wig with blunt bangs that framed her face, the strands falling just above her shoulders. Her eyes, usually a striking color, were hidden behind dark contacts, and her eyelids were painted with black eyeshadow that accentuated the intensity of her gaze. Deep red lipstick added a touch of drama, contrasting sharply with her glowy skin. Her attire was simple but effective—a fitted black dress paired with heeled ankle boots, perfect for blending into the bar's eclectic crowd.

Michelle sat across from you, elegant and poised despite the chaos around them. She sipped her cocktail with a graceful motion, her platinum blonde hair cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders. The small crucifix at her collarbone glinted in the neon lights. Her calm, serene demeanor contrasted sharply with the raucous energy of the bar. She adjusted the black mask on her face, a precaution you insisted upon. Draped over her shoulders was a bulletproof suit jacket, a subtle but necessary measure of safety.

Michelle sipped her cocktail, her eyes thoughtful as she glanced around the bar. "You know we have to go back eventually," she said, her voice barely audible over the din.

[Name] rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her ginger ale. "You know why I'm not going back," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"But staying here isn't going to solve anything."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It’s not about solving things, it’s about taking a breather. We’re not robots, Michelle. We need to live, even if it’s just for a night."

“Shouldn’t I be telling you this?”

[Name] glanced around the bar. Groups of locals were engaged in animated conversations, a couple shared a quiet moment in the corner, and a group of salarymen laughed loudly at the bar, their ties loosened and faces flushed from alcohol. A DJ was setting up in the far corner, preparing to spin tracks for the night ahead.

You were smart enough to call your friends ahead of time and make sure you’d never be alone. Just trying to lay low on your own would’ve been fine. But you weren’t going to chance things with Michelle, again. She came with you and now you were responsible for her until you could sneak her back home.

As Michelle finished her drink, she leaned back and observed [Name] with a mix of concern and curiosity. "You can’t hide forever, you know. They’ll find you."

[Name] shrugged, her expression unreadable. "Let them try."

Michelle reached out and touched your hand gently. "Just... be careful. You know Nick worries about you." She wrapped her soft fingers around yours in a gesture of comfort.

“Good, then he should be worried about what I’ll do if he doesn’t call off the marriage.”

“I think he should worry about what you’ll do if he does find you.”

A shadow passed over [Name]'s face at the mention of Nick. You glanced at your best friend, seeing the genuine concern in her eyes.

"I’ll be fine, Michelle. I always am."

The two women sat in silence for a moment, the vibrant energy of the bar continuing to swirl around them. Michelle adjusted her mask, her eyes scanning the room for any potential threats, while [Name] tried to allow herself a brief moment of peace, knowing that their respite in this lively Tokyo bar was only temporary.

—--

John sat in a dimly lit room, the low hum of the bustling Tokyo nightlife seeping through the thin walls. The room was modest, a stark contrast to the opulence of his previous visit to the Morales estate. A single lamp on the bedside table cast a warm glow, illuminating the map of the city spread out before him. He traced a route with his finger, eyes narrowing as he considered his next move.

His phone buzzed, the name "The King" flashing on the screen. He picked up, leaning back against the headboard, and let out a sigh. "What’s the news?"

"John," the Bowery King's voice was a low rumble, tinged with concern. "Fawn doesn’t seem to be in New York. I can’t catch a word of this girl anywhere. Nick’s old apartment was torched a few days ago. Same situation like that Cordelia lady. Tenants are fine, but it’s clear someone wanted to cover their tracks."

John ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his eyes. "So she’s on the move. Any leads?"

"Seems that way. Any luck on your end?" the King asked, the sound of shuffling papers in the background.

John glanced around the small room, the city’s neon glow seeping through the window, a sense of weariness settling in. "Japan's been a maze. I’ve been to enough local bars to last a lifetime. No sign of her."

The King chuckled softly. "Well, Japan’s a big place. Maybe you’re just not looking in the right spots."

John rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the exhaustion. "I’ve tried using the tracking devices, King. She’s still off the grid. Whoever’s helping her knows what they’re doing."

“What if no one’s helping her at all?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the King's thoughtful hum barely audible. "Then she’s resourceful, I’ll give her that. But everyone slips up eventually. Maybe she’ll reach out to someone, or make a move that puts her back on our radar."

John’s eyes drifted to the window, where the neon lights of Tokyo flickered like distant stars. "I’ve been watching for any signs. But it’s like she’s vanished into thin air."

"Keep at it, John," the Bowery King said, his voice a mix of encouragement and command. "You’re the best at what you do. If anyone can find her, it’s you."

John's grip tightened on the phone. “Thanks. Just keep feeding me any information you get."

"Will do," the King replied.

"And John?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful. She’s not just any mark."

John's lips twitched into a faint smile. "I know. She’s a ghost.”

“But I’m good at chasing ghosts."

“Get back out there, I’ll be down in a minute.”

As the call ended, John placed his phone on the table and looked at the map once more. His mind raced with possibilities, each lead a thin thread that could either unravel the mystery or lead him deeper into the labyrinth. He stood up, stretching his muscles, and walked to the window, the city’s glow reflecting in his eyes.

He would find you. It was just a matter of time.

---

In the heart of Tokyo, amidst the sea of neon and noise, John blended into the crowd. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning every face, every corner. The bar scene was familiar now, each visit a repetition of the same routine—asking questions, showing pictures, observing reactions. Tonight, he entered another bar, its exterior marked by a flickering sign in kanji.

Inside, the atmosphere was lively. Patrons crowded around small tables, sharing drinks and stories. The air was thick with the scent of sake and grilled skewers. John made his way to the bar, ordering a drink to blend in. As he sipped his whiskey, his eyes never stopped moving.

He pulled out his phone, checking the tracker’s line David slipped him once more. The small dots representing the tracking devices were still offline, lost in the ether. Frustration gnawed at him, but he kept his expression neutral. He leaned back, casually observing the room through the mirror behind the bar.

A group of young professionals laughed loudly at a nearby table, their animated gestures creating a stark contrast to his stillness. A couple whispered to each other in a corner, their heads close together. The bartender moved with practiced ease, serving drinks and chatting with regulars.

John's mind wandered back to the conversation with the Bowery King. The Fawn was good—too good. Your ability to stay off the grid was impressive, but it only fueled his determination. He would find you, and when he did, he’d have to decide what came next.

The bar door swung open, a gust of cool night air swirling in. John glanced up, his heart skipping a beat as a familiar figure entered. But it was just a fleeting resemblance, another false lead. He sighed, finishing his drink and signaling for another.

As he waited, he pulled out his phone again, scrolling through the messages and photos the King had sent him. Each one a piece of the puzzle, a clue to her whereabouts. He focused on photo of Michelle, studying the background details, searching for anything that might give her away.

The bartender placed another glass of whiskey in front of him, nodding respectfully. John acknowledged it with a brief nod, his mind still deep in thought. He’d been to bars, clubs, and underground spots all over Tokyo. The city’s nightlife was a labyrinth, and somewhere within it, you were hiding.

John Wick, the Baba Yaga, was on your trail. And he wouldn’t stop until he found you.

–

The two women conversed in hushed tones, their words masked by the surrounding noise. “Tu sais que tu dois rentrer un jour,” Michelle began, her French elegant and measured.

("You know you have to go back one day.")

[Name] rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink. “Je sais pourquoi je ne veux pas rentrer,” she replied, her tone crass and tired.

("You know why I don't want to go back.")

Michelle’s eyes softened as she looked at her friend. “Ce que tu as fait à l’appartement de Nick… des gens auraient pu être blessés.”

("What you did to Nick's apartment... people could have been hurt.")

[Name] shrugged, her expression unrepentant. “J’ai fait ça des dizaines de fois. Je m’en fiche plus.”

("I've done this dozens of times. I don't care anymore.")

Michelle shook her head, clearly disapproving. “Je n’ai jamais été d’accord avec les actions de mon mari,” she said quietly.

("I've never agreed with my husband's actions.")

[Name] leaned back in her chair, her gaze hardening. “Vous aimez Nick, mais vous n’auriez jamais dû vous marier.”

("You love Nick, but you should never have married.")

Michelle’s calm demeanor remained unshaken. “Comme Aaron et Amalia?” she countered coolly.

("Like Aaron and Amalia?")

The mention of Amalia’s marriage made [Name] clench her jaw. She didn’t lash out at Michelle, but the anger was evident. “Je souhaite que nous soyons nés dans un monde sans de telles horreurs cachées. Que nous soyons tous nés normaux et heureux.”

("I wish we were born into a world without such hidden horrors. That we were all born normal and happy.")

Michelle reached out, wrapping her arms around [Name], pulling the smaller girl into a comforting embrace. [Name] never cried, especially not in public, but she felt that familiar pressure behind her eyes. She took a deep breath, pushing the emotion down, and exhaled slowly through her nose.

As the feeling subsided, she coughed lightly and signaled to the bartender. “お会計をお願いします,” she requested, handing Michelle some money for the tab.

("The check, please.")

“Viens avec moi aux toilettes,” she added, standing up.

("Come with me to the bathroom.")

Before leaving, [Name] caught the eyes of a few young people in the bar—old acquaintances. You signaled that you were heading home, and they acknowledged you with nods and thumbs up. Together, You and Michelle made your way to the restroom, the bar patrons oblivious to the gravity of their conversation.

In the restroom, you splashed water on your face, the cold liquid grounding her thoughts. Michelle stood beside you, silently offering support. The restroom was quiet, a stark contrast to the lively bar outside. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a harsh light on their reflections.

“Tu sais que je m’inquiète pour toi,” Michelle said softly, her voice filled with concern.

("You know I'm worried about you.")

[Name] looked at her reflection, seeing the weariness in her own eyes. “Je sais, Michelle. Mais je dois faire ça.”

("I know, Michelle. But I have to do this.")

Michelle sighed, wrapping an arm around [Name]'s shoulders. “Je comprends. Mais fais attention, d’accord?”

("I understand. But be careful, okay?")

[Name] nodded, taking a deep breath. “Toujours.”

("Always.")

They left the restroom together, [Name] signaling to the young men again as they exited the bar. The night was still alive with activity, the neon lights casting colorful reflections on the wet flooring. [Name] pulled her coat tighter around her, the chill of the bar air a sharp reminder of the world she was trying to escape.

As they walked, [Name] couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, the sense of an impending confrontation looming over her. She had evaded many hunters before, but Nick was different. He was relentless, and she knew that eventually, their paths would cross.

‘Annoying ass Fucker.’

For now, you would continue to evade, continue to survive.

But the game of cat and mouse was far from over.

[Name] turned to Michelle, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Veux-tu aller faire du shopping?” she asked in French.

("Do you want to go shopping?")

Michelle smiled, about to respond when [Name] abruptly bumped into a figure she hadn't noticed. Startled, she stumbled slightly, and strong hands caught her waist, steadying her. She looked up to see a man with a chiseled jawline, piercing chocolate eyes, and a ruggedly handsome face framed by slightly tousled dark hair. His presence was commanding, his stance solid, and his suit impeccable, tailored to perfection. His broad shoulders and muscular build made him stand out, even in the crowded bar.

[Name] felt her heart skip a beat, but she quickly masked her shock, not wanting to draw attention.

“Je suis désolée,” [Name] stammered in French, still shaken by the sudden contact.

("I’m sorry.")

John’s grip was firm but gentle. He replied smoothly, his French impeccable. “Pas de problème.”

("No problem.")

Their eyes locked momentarily, and a subtle feeling passed between them. She noticed the rugged features of the person before her, his warm hands on her waist, and the sharp lines of his suit. He noticed how her eyes seemed to emit light even in the dimly lit bar and how soft her hands were on his chest. There was an unspoken connection, a magnetic pull that took them both by surprise. Realizing his hands were still on her, she gently pulled away.

John, ever the gentleman, released her immediately. Michelle, quick on her feet, began to apologize in a mix of broken English, French, and Japanese. “We’re so sorry, sir! It was an accident. Désolée. 本当にすみません。”

John responded in both languages, his tone calm and reassuring. “It’s fine. No harm done. Ce n’est rien. 大丈夫です。”

Both women avoided eye contact, feeling the weight of the moment. [Name] bowed to John before grabbing Michelle’s hand, pushing her forward. “We’ve had a bit too much to drink,” she said, her voice carrying a false lightness.

John insisted on walking them to a door. “Let me help you get a cab. It’s safer.”

The bar around them was lively, with patrons laughing and drinking, oblivious to the tension. The bartender glanced over, recognizing the signal from [Name], and subtly nodded. [Name]’s comrades watched from a distance, trying to act normal. Even the DJ lowered the music subtly. Michelle accepted John’s offer to avoid suspicion, while you debated whether to take his life in the alleyway. Instead, you dismissed the thought, knowing it would complicate everything.

The mental strain was evident as you finally accepted John’s help. He hailed a taxi, assisting you both into the cab with a courteous smile. “Have a good night. Be safe,” he said in both languages, waving them off.

"Bonne nuit," they replied, waving as the cab pulled away.

John returned to the bar, the encounter replaying in his mind. There was something familiar about the younger woman. He took out the photo of [Name] again, studying her eyes. A curse slipped from his lips as realization struck—you had just slipped out of his hands, quite literally.

Inside the taxi, You sighed, leaning back against the seat. “That was too close,” you muttered.

Michelle, still processing the encounter, nodded. “Did you know who that man was?”

You shook your head, trying to dispel the lingering warmth of John’s touch. “Whether I know him or not doesn’t matter. As long as he didn’t see me.”

The taxi sped through the bustling streets of Tokyo, neon lights flashing by. As they drove away, [Name] couldn’t help but glance back through the Taxi mirror, a part of her still caught in the intensity of John’s gaze.

[Name] leaned back in the taxi, the tension of the encounter still palpable. She turned to Michelle. "Hand me your mirror. I need to fix my lipstick."

Michelle, ever prepared, reached into her bag and pulled out a small compact mirror. [Name] flipped it open, but as she checked her reflection, her heart sank. Her colored contacts were gone. Your natural eye color, a distinguishing feature, was now visible.

You leaned back in the taxi, your fingers trembling slightly as you adjusted the mirror.

Michelle, noticing your distress, asked, "Did you lose them in the restroom?"

[Name] cursed under her breath. "He saw my real eyes."

Michelle's calm demeanor faltered, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "Shit."

“Michelle!”

Trying to steady her breathing, [Name] grabbed her phone, dialing her contact at the bar. Meanwhile, in the bar, John sipped his new drink, his sharp eyes scanning the room, every detail scrutinized. The bartender kept a close watch on him, noting his every move. Some of [Name]’s friends discreetly slipped out the back door, readying a safe passageway.

When the call connected, [Name] spoke urgently, "Has he been asking about us?"

At that moment, John approached the bartender. "How long were those two women here?"

The bartender, careful not to reveal too much, replied, "Not long. They were just passing through."

Lowering his voice, the bartender spoke into the phone, "The Wolf is after you."

A chill ran down [Name]’s spine. "Thanks," she whispered, ending the call.

You stopped the French and caught the driver's attention in Japanese. “The club on 43rd street please. And step on it.”

As they sped through the neon-lit streets, [Name] tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing down the emotion and fear that threatened to overwhelm her.

Michelle looked apprehensive. "What's going on?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. "The family sent death himself after me. We need to get you back home, now ."

Michelle sighed, pulling the suit jacket tighter around her stomach. "Of course they did."

The taxi driver sped through Tokyo's neon-lit streets, each light casting fleeting shadows across their faces. Within minutes, they arrived at a bustling dance club, its neon sign flickering in the rain. The pulsating music and vibrant lights offered a temporary refuge. As they stepped out of the cab, [Name] pulled Michelle close.

"Stay with me."

Inside, the club was a riot of color and sound. The dance floor was packed with people, their bodies moving to the heavy beat of the music. Patrons laughed and shouted, oblivious to the danger that just walked in. [Name] quickly scanned the room, her eyes darting from face to face, searching for any sign of threat or familiarity.

"We'll blend in here for a bit," You said, guiding Michelle to the dance floor. "Then we’ll make our move."

Michelle nodded, her trust in you unwavering. "Lead the way."

As they danced through, [Name] tried to focus on the rhythm of the music, but her mind was racing. The encounter with John had rattled her more than she wanted to admit. His presence was a stark reminder of the life she was trying to escape. She had to stay focused, keep Michelle safe, and stay one step ahead of the hunter on her trail.

Back at the bar, John was piecing together the clues. He pulled out the photo of Michelle again, studying the neon sign, now realizing it was the same bar he was sitting in. He flipped it over on the back to find a phone number. When he called it, it found the dance club you had just escaped to.

On the dance floor, [Name] and Michelle moved through the crowd, their movements purposeful yet unassuming. The beat of the music pounded in [Name]’s chest, a constant reminder of the urgency of their situation. You had to keep moving, stay ahead of John, and find a way to escape the tightening noose of your family's relentless pursuit.

–

[Name] pushed Michelle into the bathroom, her grip firm yet protective. She quickly scanned the stalls, ensuring they were empty before locking the door. The pounding beat of the club's music was muffled but still palpable through the walls.

"Michelle, we need to change now," [Name] said, urgency threading her voice. She opened her purse, pulling out a neatly folded bulletproof suit. The fabric was deceptively lightweight, designed to look like part of a club scene, complete with strategic glow stick attachments that would make it blend seamlessly into the flashing lights and neon ambiance of the dance floor.

Michelle, visibly shaken, looked at [Name] with wide eyes. "You planned this?" she asked, her voice a mix of disbelief and admiration.

"Of course. I won’t let anything happen to you," [Name] replied, handing her the suit. "Now, hurry."

Michelle stepped into one of the stalls, quickly shedding her previous clothes. When she emerged, she was a vision of tactical elegance. The suit, covered in iridescent panels that glowed under UV light, hugged her frame perfectly. She looked like she belonged in the club, yet was protected head to toe.

[Name] handed her a short red wig, which Michelle slipped on, adjusting it to cover her natural hair. As Michelle finished, [Name] began her own transformation, changing into a sleek two-piece outfit . She topped it with Michelle’s previous black suit jacket, which added a layer of sophistication and protection.

Next, [Name] took off her makeup, wiping away the bold black eyeshadow but keeping the deep red lipstick. Her face now almost bare, she looked at Michelle, who had tears brimming in her eyes.

"We have to get you home, Michelle. I’ve already made the arrangements. Just act natural and stay calm. I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you have your gun?"

Michelle nodded, her eyes red from holding back tears. "I just… I don’t want to leave you," she sniffled.

[Name] squared Michelle’s shoulders, looking her in the eye with unwavering determination.

"You have to go. We don’t have a choice."

Michelle took a deep breath, steeling herself. [Name] hugged her tightly, a fierce protectiveness emanating from her. You pulled a small pistol from the cleavage of your outfit and slipped it into one of Michelle’s sneakers.

"That’s for just in case," You said, your voice low and serious.

Michelle nodded, feeling the weight of the gun but also the reassurance of your careful planning.

They exited the bathroom, blending seamlessly back into the chaotic energy of the club.

The pulsating rhythm of the music reverberated through the crowded club, filling the air with an electrifying energy. [Name] and Michelle moved in sync with the beat, their bodies swaying to the music as they navigated through the sea of dancers.

As they made their way toward the back of the club, [Name]'s beeper buzzed in her pocket, signaling a message from her friends. "They're waiting for us in the back," you shouted over the music to Michelle, gesturing in the direction of the exit.

But before they could reach safety, you felt a familiar aura appear in the crowd. You craned your neck to the entrance and saw him—John Wick. His presence sent your nerves to drop in the pit of your stomach, but you pushed aside your apprehension and focused on getting Michelle to safety.

Just as John spots you and begins to make his way over, the DJ, recognizing the perfect moment, cranks up the volume and declares, "It's time to BOOGY, people!" The crowd erupts into cheers, their enthusiasm fueling the atmosphere with an electric buzz.

"We have to go, now!" [Name] urged, her voice barely audible over the booming bass of the music. She tightened her grip on Michelle's hand and quickened their pace, dodging through the crowd as John began moving closer in on them.

As the pulsating rhythm of " YEAH !" by Usher and Lil Jon floods the club, [Name] and Michelle find themselves swept up in the contagious energy, their bodies barely avoiding the onslaught of dancers shaking to the beat. The sickening neon lights strobe around them, casting dynamic shadows on the dance floor as they weave through the crowd.

Seizing the opportunity, you grabbed Michelle's hand and broke into a sprint, pushing through the mass of dancing bodies as John's figure faded into the chaos behind them. The lyrics of the song echoed in your mind, driving you forward as you raced toward the safety of the back exit, your hearts pounding with adrenaline. Just before you passed another stage, a man with a red electric guitar caught your eye.

“Go with Bonnie and don’t leave until I get there!” You pass Michelle's hand to your old friend. He had appeared out of the crowd with his easy smile and a cheeky look in his large green eyes. His long turquoise hair was tied into two pigtails with his bangs framing his cheekbones. He waved to both of you before grabbing the older woman's hand and bowing slightly to her.

“I got you, lady. Go take care of business.” He spun Michelle close to him before joining the other musicians on stage. You breathed out a sigh of relief before turning around.

"Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I

Keep it down on the low-key (low-key)

You should know how it feels (hey!)"

As the pulsating beats of the music filled the air, [Name] materialized before John like a phantom emerging from the shadows. She offered him a curt nod of acknowledgment before speaking, her voice cutting through the cacophony of the club.

In the midst of the chaotic crowd, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Fancy meeting you here," she quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she assessed him with a knowing gaze. "Got business with me?"

John's response was a simple nod, his expression unreadable as he regarded you. His expression guarded yet determined. Your outfit had changed as well as your makeup. You were smaller than he had anticipated, yet there was an undeniable aura of danger that surrounded you, casting a mesmerizing allure that drew his gaze. Your eyes, bright with a fierce determination, practically glowed with an intense energy as you regarded him with an intensity that sent warm tingles down his spine.

He knew he had to tread carefully with you, aware of the danger that lurked beneath your composed facade.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced around at the innocent club-goers, your mind racing with the implications of the encounter. Professionals had standards, after all. With a resigned eye roll, you gestured for John to follow you, leading him towards the center of the dance floor.

As they weaved through the pulsating mass of bodies, their exchange grew heated. Your eyes flashed with defiance as you warned John of the consequences of meddling in your affairs.

"Leave, or I'll burn this club down around us," you spat, your tone laced with a deadly promise.

John, caught off guard by your forwardness, couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for your unwavering resolve. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist testing your waters.

“What about your little friend in the red wig?”

The mention of Michelle ignited a fire within you, your anger simmering just beneath the surface. You offered John a sweet smile and for a moment he forgot himself as he looked into your eyes. Even in the dim lighting of the club he could tell the pictures didn’t do you justice.

Too bad for him. Without hesitation, you delivered a swift heel to John's crotch, a silent warning that spoke volumes.

“ FUCK ! ”

As John winced, doubling over in pain. Looking up, he realized that in the second it took him to look down, you had already vanished. Leaving him cursing under his breath as he pushed through the throng once more. “ Bratty little- ”

“Over here!~”

John redirected his attention to a nearby dance stage, where the music beckoned them with its seductive rhythm. With a playful smirk, you mouthed the lyrics of the song, your movements fluid and enticing while unbuttoning your suit jacket.

"I saw this shorty, she was checking up on me

From the game she was spitting in my ear

You would think that she know me (know me)

She's saying 'come get me' (come get me)”

Mouths moving in sync with the lyrics, you tantalize John with a mesmerizing display of movement. You drop the jacket past your ass before dipping low in a squat position. Your back arching gracefully as you wiggle, accentuating the curve of your backside before picking your body back up again. You give him a coy look before using your finger to gesture for him to come forward.

“So I got up and followed her to the floor

She said, 'baby, let's go'

When I told her (let's go)

I said..."

Unable to resist the challenge, John approached you with a confident stride, his gaze fixed upon you with an intensity that made your heart race. As he drew nearer, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between his dark imposing figure and the vibrant club you found yourselves in.

He was just another name in the network. Who were you kidding, he was even better in person. The booyman’s killer himself was here with you tonight. You should've been shitting bricks in all honesty.

Maybe it’s because you fancy strange people. Maybe it was the thrill of danger or perhaps the remnants of your past experiences, but you found yourself slightly drawn to this man. Yes, he was here to kill you.

Yet, there was something magnetic about him, something that drew you in despite the unease that prickled at the back of your mind. His eyes, deep and penetrating, seemed to hold a world of secrets, sparking a flicker of danger that sent a thrill down your spine.

You held his gaze, your own eyes glowing with a fierce determination as you sized him up. Despite the tension between you, there was an undeniable attraction—a clash of wills that promised an exhilarating dance of power and intrigue.

You were not going to hand your life over without a fight. And you were certain this man in front of you was going to give you one hell of a challenge.

‘ Wonderful.~ ’

Finally, John stood before you, his eyes betraying a cold distrust. You offered him an apologetic smile before leaning close to his chest, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne and aftershave. It was a heady mixture that only added to the tension crackling between you.

God, he even smelled wonderful.

With a subtle gesture, you indicated for him to come closer. John paused, his curiosity piqued, before leaning down to your level so you didn’t have to strain your voice over the crowd and booming music, his ear mere inches from your lips. The wisps of his hair tickled your cheeks and nose as you leaned in, your voice a seductive whisper against his ear.

He looked even better up close.

“ Cat and Mouse ? ” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin, the words dripping with both challenge and invitation.

John's thoughts swirled with conflicting emotions as he stood face to face with you in the midst of the pulsating club. Your doe eyes, wide and pleading, bore into his, casting a spell that momentarily clouded his resolve.

For a fleeting moment, he found himself ensnared by the vulnerability reflected in your gaze. The softness in your eyes seemed to whisper of a hidden depth, a complexity that belied the fierce exterior you presented to the world.

Sensing his hesitation, you held his gaze, silently beseeching him to grant you this small reprieve. It was a subtle yet powerful plea, one that tugged at something deep within him, stirring a sense of empathy he hadn't anticipated.

As the song's beat thumped around you, you pressed closer to John, your small frame fitting against his chest. The man was large, easily clearing almost 3 feet over you. And his body was sooo tense.

You tilted your head, resting your cheek against his chest, and looked up at him with a pleading expression. Your lips formed a delicate pout, and your doe eyes, wide and shimmering with a mixture of mischief and innocence, gazed up at him imploringly.

John felt a rush of unexpected emotion. Your expression, so sweet and vulnerable, stirred something deep within him, something he hadn't felt since his wife, Helen, passed away. He was momentarily transported back to a time when life was simpler, when the love he shared with Helen was the center of his world.

The softness of your pout, combined with the warmth of your cheek against his shoulder, created an almost intimate connection. He could tell without your heels that you’d barely reach his chest. He continued to look down at you without moving his neck. Your soft hair was tickling his jaw and he wasn’t sure if it was your perfume or shampoo that smelled so heavenly.

You looked up at him, your eyes, full of a pleading innocence, seemed to search his soul, seeking understanding and compassion. It was a look that disarmed him, breaking through the hardened exterior he had built over years of loss and survival.

John's hand, almost instinctively, moved to gently rest on your waist. The sensation of your warmth, the delicate way you leaned into him, brought back memories of quiet moments with Helen, of her gentle touch and the way she could calm him with just a look.

His resolve wavered. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to feel, to remember the man he used to be before his world was shattered. Your presence, your expression, brought a flicker of that old self back to life, if only for an instant.

As the music played on, the world around him seemed to blur, leaving just the two of you in that moment. Your cute pouty expression and the innocent way you rested your hand on his chest had reached a place in his heart he thought was long buried, awakening feelings he had almost forgotten existed.

With a resigned sigh, John relented, his resolve crumbling in the face of your silent entreaty.

" Until the song ends ," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of the music.

Before he could reconsider his decision, you used this moment of hesitation to your advantage. With a swift, graceful movement, you tipped backward and vanished into the crowd, leaving him to navigate the chaotic dance floor in search of you. John sighed, knowing this was just the beginning. He glanced around, his eyes scanning the dancing masses, and began his pursuit.

The memory of your doe eyes lingered in his mind, haunting him as he moved through the throng of bodies. It was a gaze he couldn't shake, one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

Despite himself, John found himself drawn into the exhilarating game, the tension between you crackling in the air like electricity. With each passing moment, he grew more determined to catch you, even as you skillfully eluded his grasp, slipping through his fingers like smoke.

As the song remixed, John's resolve hardened once more, his focus sharpening as he redoubled his efforts to capture you. But even as he closed in, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this encounter was far from over.

The game of cat and mouse unfolded, John found himself drawn further into your orbit, the intensity of your gaze imprinting itself upon his memory. In that fleeting moment, he realized that there was more to you than met the eye, a depth and complexity that intrigued him in ways he couldn't explain.

You moved through the throng of people like a ghost, your soft frame slipping easily between bodies. John followed, using his height to his advantage to keep you in his line of sight.

You felt his presence behind you and grinned. Turning abruptly, you pressed yourself against a pillar, letting him walk past you before you tapped his shoulder. John spun around, only to find you already disappearing into the crowd again. He couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of frustration and admiration.

“ So she's all up in my head now

Got me thinking that it might be a good idea to take her with me

'Cause she's ready to leave (ready to leave now) "

John's mind raced. He couldn't let you slip away, but the playful, taunting glances you threw over your shoulder were making it difficult to stay focused. You were enjoying this, turning the chase into a game.

He saw you again, near the bar, and made his way through the dancers. Just as he was about to reach you, you darted away, leaving him standing there, momentarily bewildered. Then he felt a slight tug at his belt. His hand immediately went to his side – one of his knives was gone.

“You’re losing your touch, Mr. Wick,” you called out over your shoulder, your voice carrying a hint of laughter. You waved the blade at him teasingly before pocketing it for later.

“ (Let's go)

And I gotta keep it real now

'Cause on a one to ten, she's a certified twenty

But that just ain't me, hey-”

John frowned, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You won’t get away that easily.”

“You're just here to kill me, aren't you?” you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice as you darted through the crowd again.

John's lips tightened. “That’s for me to know.”

You stopped briefly, turning to face him. “So you always follow ladies from the bar to the club on a first meeting or am I just that special?”

John hesitated. “It’s not that simple.”

“Maybe, I think it is,” you said, and before he could respond, you were gone again.

“'Cause I don't know, if I take that chance

Just where's it gonna lead

But what I do know is the way she dance

Makes shorty alright with me (hey, hey, hey)

The way she get low-"

Turning your back to John, you spun away from him, your back arching gracefully as you dropped low, showing off the curve of your backside. John’s eyes followed your every move, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something in his gaze—hesitation, maybe even desire.

With a tantalizing sway of your hips, you picked it back up and strolled further into the dance floor. The air crackled with tension as John's body lingered, his desire warring with his sense of caution.

‘No.’

He found you again, this time near one of the dance stages. You were smiling, eyes glittering with mischief and danger. “Come on, Mr. Wick. Let's see if you can keep up!”

“ She asks for one more dance, and I'm like "yeah"

How the hell am I supposed to leave? (Let's go, bring the beat back!)

And I say ”

The song blared, and John couldn’t help but smirk.

You led him on a chase through the club, sometimes allowing him to get close before slipping away again. Each time, you’d taunt him, your fingers brushing against his hips, your laughter ringing in his ears.

It was infuriating and exhilarating.

Just as the moment intensified, your beeper went off again, cutting through the tension like a knife. You glanced at it and then back at John, a smirk playing on your lips. “It seems I have to go, Mr. Wick. Until next time.”

Before he could respond, you dashed for the exit. John lunged forward, his hand catching you by the hips. The music pulsed around you, the crowd cheering, thinking it was part of the act.

“(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)”

You twisted in John's grip, your body moving in perfect sync with the thumping beat of the music. The crowd around you roared, forming a tight circle and transforming the dance floor into a stage for your impromptu battle. John's strong hands held you steady, but you weren't about to let him win so easily.

Spinning around to face him, you locked eyes with John, your expression fierce yet playful. His gaze was intense, filled with determination and, perhaps, a hint of admiration. The dance was not just a dance—it was a duel, a battle of wills played out through the rhythm and movement.

“Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I

Keep it down on the low-key (low-key)

You should know how it feels (hey!)-”

John stepped forward, his movements sharp and precise, his body language commanding and powerful. He reached for you, but you spun away, your body fluid and graceful, evading his grasp. The crowd’s cheers grew louder with each expertly executed step.

You countered his advances with a series of quick, intricate footwork, your body weaving through the air like a dancer in a deadly ballet. Each spin, each twist, was designed to keep him off balance, to keep him guessing. John responded with equal fervor, his movements growing more aggressive, more urgent.

He lunged, trying to trap you in his arms, but you ducked and rolled under his reach, springing back up with a teasing smile. The crowd erupted in applause at your daring move. John’s eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and admiration, the heat of the moment stoking the fire between you.

“I saw this shorty, she was checking up on me

From the game she was spitting in my ear

You would think that she know me (know me)-”

In a daring move, you stepped close, your chest brushing against his as you stared up at him. The tension was palpable, a mix of challenge and undeniable attraction. Before he could react, you spun away, your hands grazing his shoulders as you moved, a fleeting touch that left him momentarily stunned.

John recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing with renewed determination. He mirrors your movements, his body a shadow to yours, matching your pace and intensity. The two of you circled each other, the dance floor your battlefield, the music your weapon.

You didn’t give him a chance to recover. With a quick movement, you slipped behind him, your fingers brushing against his holsters. You lifted them deftly, tucking them away before he even realized what you had done.

John turned, his eyes widening slightly as he realized he was unarmed. You gave him a cheeky smile, your eyes practically glowing with danger as you regarded him. He lunged at you again, but you were ready, moving with the beat, teasing and taunting him.

“(Yeah!) Yeah!

Shorty got down low and said "come and get me"

(Yeah!) Yeah!

I got so caught up, I forgot she told me-”

With a sudden burst of energy, you launched into a series of rapid spins, your hair flying around you like a halo. John stepped back, momentarily caught off guard by your display of agility. Seizing the moment, you closed the distance between you, your body pressing close to his as you moved in perfect harmony with the beat.

John’s hands found your waist, gripping you firmly as he pulled you into a complex series of lifts and turns. You responded with equal fervor, your legs wrapping around his waist as you twisted and spun, using his strength to propel your movements. The crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch, the energy in the room electric.

“So I got up and followed her to the floor

She said, "baby, let's go"

When I told her (let's go)

I said-”

John watched, a mixture of frustration and anger crossing his face. You dropped back into the throng of dancers, blending in seamlessly. He pushed through the crowd, trying to keep sight of you, but you were already slipping away.

John cursed under his breath in Russian, feeling around his pockets with growing frustration. His hand came up empty where the marker should have been.

"Damn it," he muttered, realizing Amelia's marker was missing. He cursed again, more vehemently this time, as the weight of the situation settled on him.

On top of being an evasive little brat, you also had sticky fingers.

“So I got up and followed her to the floor

She said, "baby, let's go"

When I told her (let's go)

I said-”

You maneuvered your way through the club, your eyes scanning for Bonnie and Michelle. They were waiting near a door in the wall, their expressions tense. You could see the worry in Michelle’s eyes, the determination in Bonnie’s. Turning around, you saw your dance partner practically parting the ocean of people behind you.

“Shit!”

You ran through the floor, almost toppling the bystanders while Bonnie punched a code into the door, the keypad beeping urgently as he worked. He grabbed you and Michelle, yanking you through the opening before slamming in a new code to shut it shut. Just as the door began to slide, you could see John closing in, his eyes locked onto yours with a burning intensity.

You reached the door a split second before John, your heart pounding in your chest. With one last defiant glance back at him, you blew him a kiss, the gesture both taunting and strangely intimate. The door swung shut, Bonnie and Michelle slipping through behind you. The sound of the door closing echoed through the narrow hallway, a stark finality that cut you off from John and the chaos of the club.

Breathless and tense, the three of you paused. The narrow hallway was dimly lit, the sounds of the club muffled but still palpable through the thick walls. Michelle’s eyes, red-rimmed but fiercely determined, met yours.

“What now?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, yet brimming with urgency.

You glanced at Bonnie, who was already moving, checking the security of the door. "We keep moving," you said, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "We need to get to the extraction point."

Bonnie nodded, his expression grim. “We don’t have much time. John’s not going to let this go.”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. The memory of John’s intense gaze lingered, a reminder of the close call. You couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. "Let's move," you said, leading the way down the hallway.

As you hurried through the dimly lit corridors, your senses were heightened, every sound and shadow scrutinized. The air was thick with tension, each step echoing in the silence. You could feel Michelle and Bonnie close behind you, their presence a small comfort amidst the anxiety.

Reaching a junction, you paused to get your bearings. Michelle squeezed your shoulder, her touch grounding you for a moment. "We're almost there," she said, her voice a mix of hope and fear.

You nodded, pushing forward. The extraction point was close, but so was John. You could almost feel his presence, a relentless force closing in. The adrenaline surged anew, sharpening your focus.

Finally, you reached the end of the corridor, a door marked with an emergency exit sign. Bonnie quickly punched another code into the keypad, the door unlocking with a soft click. You pushed it open, leading the way into the cool night air.

As the three of you emerged into the alleyway, you could hear the distant sounds of the club, the thumping bass a reminder of how close you still were to danger. A black car was waiting, engine idling. The driver, Bonnie's older brother, Freddy, gave you a curt nod.

“Hurry!” he urged, glancing nervously at the alley entrance.

You and Michelle slid into the back seat while Bonnie took the front. The car sped off, tires screeching against the pavement. You leaned back, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to calm your racing heart.

Michelle looked at you, her expression a mix of relief and lingering fear. “Do you think we lost him?”

You opened your eyes, meeting her gaze. “For now,” you said, your voice resolute. “But we need to stay alert. John’s not someone who gives up easily.”

As the car sped towards the airport, you couldn’t shake the image of John’s eyes, the intensity of his stare. The encounter had been too close, too intense. But you had made it out, and for now, that was enough.

At the airport, you boarded a private jet, the tension finally beginning to ease as the plane took off. As you settled into your seat, you pulled out the marker, tracing over its intricate design. A small, triumphant smile played on your lips. John had underestimated you tonight, but you knew the game was far from over.

Michelle sat next to you, her gaze fixed out the window. “What’s next?” she asked softly.

You looked at her, the determination in your eyes mirrored in hers.

John Wick was formidable, but you had something more important. And nothing, not even the infamous John Wick, would stand in your way.

“We take you home and I take out the trash.”

The plane soared into the night, leaving the chaos behind. But in your mind, the game with John was just beginning.

John's phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw Nick's name flash. Answering the call, he heard Nick's voice, but something was off.

"John, it's Nick. Listen, I need you to come back to the mansion. There's... something important we need to discuss."

John frowned, his instincts tingling with suspicion. "What is it, Nick?"

Nick's voice faltered slightly. "Just... come back to the mansion. You'll see."

Before John could press further, the line went dead. He stared at the phone, unease settling in his gut. Something wasn't right.

As John was contemplating his next move, another call came in, this time from the Bowery King.

"Hey, John. Made it to Japan in one piece," the King said, his voice low and calm. "How about we get some ramen?"

John recognized the code immediately. "Sounds good. Where?"

"Meet me at the usual spot."

—-

John entered the dimly lit izakaya, the atmosphere thick with the aroma of simmering broth and grilled skewers. He spotted the Bowery King and Shimazu Koji seated in a private booth. The three men exchanged nods as John settled into the booth, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly in the familiar presence of allies.

"John," the Bowery King greeted, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and concern. "What happened tonight?"

John leaned back, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. "I was chasing her—the one they call 'The Fawn.' They weren’t kidding about her. She's elusive, agile. Looked young, but incredibly professional."

The Bowery King leaned forward, curiosity etched on his face. "What was she like?"

John narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why are you so interested?"

"Because you're interested," the King replied smoothly. John nearly choked on his water, coughing to clear his throat.

John's lips twitched into a rueful smile. "She was good. Used the crowd to her advantage. Managed to lift my knife and marker without me noticing. Made me dance with her before she took off."

The Bowery King chuckled, a rich, throaty sound. "You got beat in a dance fight? I would've paid to see that."

Shimazu Koji, who had been quietly listening, nodded thoughtfully. "I've heard of her. She’s been seen around Japan, keeping a low profile. Frequenting dance clubs and high-end shops, never causing a stir but supporting the business quietly."

John's mind raced, replaying the evening's events. "She's not just an assassin. There's more to her."

Koji sipped his sake, his expression contemplative. "No doubt. Those who underestimate her pay the price."

John took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Koji's. "She's been burning down all evidence of her existence. She's dangerous and valuable to her family. And if I don’t get to her first, God only knows what’s going to happen to her."

“No offense John, but I think she can handle herself out there.”

Koji leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you're bound by your marker to bring her back. But she lifted the marker off you?"

John nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah, she did."

The revelation sent a ripple of concern through the group. The Bowery King and Koji exchanged worried glances before the King spoke up. "That's serious, John. Without that marker, you're at risk. She could give it to anyone and that’s the last thing we need."

“She took my guns too.”

“ DAMN !”

“John, did you even try to put up a fight?”

“What didn’t she take?”

“Don’t you start now, too.”

“It’s not my fault you were too busy flirting with the target- OW !”

The Bowery King rubbed his arm while Koji leaned in, his tone serious. "Maybe you should let her stay away. Pursuing her could be more dangerous than it's worth."

John shook his head. "I can't. She's too valuable. And besides, she's been erasing her tracks meticulously. She's up to something."

The Bowery King sighed, running a hand over his face. "Alright, we need to go back to the Morales estate. Figure out our next move from there."

Koji placed a reassuring hand on John's shoulder. "I'll stay in Japan and keep an eye out. If she pops up again, you'll be the first to know."

John nodded, gratitude and determination mixing in his eyes. "Thanks, Koji."

The three men clinked their sake cups together, as they dug into their steaming bowls of ramen, the conversation continued, weaving together their knowledge and insights to uncover the truth and stay one step ahead.

—

Meanwhile, thousands of feet above the ground, you and Michelle were safely aboard a plane heading back home. The hum of the engines provided a soothing backdrop as you traced your finger over the intricate design of John’s marker, lost in thought.

Michelle leaned over, her eyes still red but filled with determination. “We’re safe for now, but what about when we land?”

You looked up from the marker, meeting her gaze. “I’ve got everything arranged. We’ll be met by a secure team. Just stay close to me and follow my lead.”

Michelle nodded, her trust in you unwavering. “Thank you.”

You smiled slightly, trying to offer some reassurance. “Family doesn’t say ‘Thank you,’ Michelle.”

You reach over and place your hand over hers. “We’ll get through this, Micky. We’ve been through worse.”

She sighed, leaning back in her seat. “I know. I just... I worry.”

You placed a comforting hand on her arm. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

As Michelle closed her eyes, trying to get some rest, you turned your attention back to the marker. Its design was intricate, almost mesmerizing. The weight of its significance wasn’t lost on you. John Wick was a force to be reckoned with, but you had your own strengths, your own skills.

And now, you had his marker.

You wondered what he would do once he realized it was gone. Would he come after you with even more determination, or would he take a step back to reassess? Either way, you knew you had to stay one step ahead.

The plane continued its journey through the night sky, a temporary haven from the chaos below. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of thoughts in your mind. This was far from over.

Your thoughts drifted back to your family, an ever-present weight on your mind. Memories of your childhood, the laughter, the arguments, and the bonds that held you together, floated through your consciousness. You traced the design of John’s marker absently, the intricate patterns both a comfort and a reminder of the peril you were in.

You had always dreamed of being a lawyer, of standing in a courtroom and fighting for justice. The thought brought a wistful smile to your lips. You imagined a life where you could have pursued that dream without the shadow of your family's expectations looming over you. A life where you could have made a difference in the world, using your skills to help those who couldn't help themselves.

Your mind wandered to John. You knew he had a wife once, that he had temporarily retired from the assassin’s life to be with her. Something had happened to bring him back, though. You wondered if he ever thought about having a family again, if he ever wished for a return to a normal life. The marker in your hand felt heavy with meaning, a symbol of the life he couldn’t escape.

You understood him.

You didn't burn Nick’s apartment down to destroy evidence. It was already empty, stripped of everything that made it a home. You had gone there to say goodbye to the place that was once your home. Your fingers traced the spot under the bed where you had carved your name as a young girl, a childish claim to a space that had felt like yours alone. How your little mind had worked back then. But it was over now, and even the light filtering through the window hurt your eyes.

You burned down Nick’s old apartment because it was a loose end, a place tied too closely to your past. It wasn’t just about evading capture; it was about severing ties, about cutting away the parts of your life that could be used against you. But the guilt lingered, an unwelcome companion. Too many memories. Too much grief.

Training with Nick had given you the confidence to take down any man who tried to harm you, but it also meant he kept you locked up tight until they sent you off to Cordelia. A shudder ran through you at the thought of it, a nightmare from Hell you could never forget. You placed John's marker down, your fingers lingering on its cool surface. That woman had been a torment, but you had survived.

You always survived.

You glanced over at Michelle, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you. You thanked God that she was safe, that she could rest even if just for a moment. You whispered a silent prayer for forgiveness for what you did, what you had done, and for what you were about to do.

You hoped that somehow, in the end, it would all be worth it.

Your mind drifted back to the apartment, to the countless hours spent training with Nick. The memory of his stern face, the pride that occasionally softened his features when you mastered a new skill, was etched deeply in your heart. But there was also the pain of confinement, the loneliness that gnawed at you almost your whole life. The light through the window of that apartment had once been a symbol of hope, now it was just a painful reminder of a past you couldn't reclaim.

You felt a complex mix of emotions—anger at the chaos that had engulfed your life, sorrow for the innocence you lost, and a fierce protectiveness for those you loved.

You glanced over at Michelle, her platinum hair peeking out from the wig in the dim cabin light. She was asleep, exhaustion etched into her delicate features. Gently, you tucked your suit jacket over her, offering a small semblance of comfort. Your heart ached with the knowledge that she was pregnant and didn’t want to tell Nick. The thought of bringing a child into this chaotic world was terrifying, but you understood her reasons for keeping it secret.

Joselyn and her husband, Haris, came to mind next. They wanted to have kids but couldn’t, not with the constant chaos and danger that surrounded your family. She tried to fill that motherly roll for you even when it was smothering at times. Haris was a good man, he lived up to his name and was never once unkind to you. To you, he may as well have been your blood brother.

It wasn’t fair.

Then there was Amelia’s children, Levin and Malachi, innocent lives caught in the crossfire. Your little God-children, that you picked up from school everyday and who trusted you with every fiber of their little beings. Who make you cookies when you're sad and always give you their art projects for your office. Your annoyance with Aaron, Amelia’s husband, always so self-righteous and insufferable. And David, with his loving quirks and teasing attitude, always trying to take the heat off of you.

You missed them all, despite the anger that simmered beneath the surface. You were terrifyingly angry with all of them, with your elders who had orchestrated this mess, the high-table that protected them, and with yourself for not being able to break free. You just wanted your parents, the sense of security and unconditional love that only they could provide.

But they could only do that if you died tonight and met them again.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them away. You couldn’t afford to be weak now. There was too much at stake. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions.

The marker in your hand was a cold reminder of the mission ahead, but also of the strength you possessed. Looking at Michelle, you felt a swell of determination. First, you would get her home safely.

Then you would deal with John Wick. One step at a time.

You would ensure her child was born into a world with at least a sliver of peace. Your own dreams of being a lawyer, of fighting for justice, seemed distant now, almost unattainable.

But you wouldn’t stop fighting for your right to live life.

As the plane continued its journey, you leaned back in your seat, closing your eyes for a moment. Just a moment. The storm of emotions inside you was overwhelming, but you channeled it into cold resolve. You would fight for yourself, for your dreams, and for the future you wanted.

“I will fight. I will protect. I will survive.”

No matter the cost.

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