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minus-plus-zer0 · 3 months ago

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Working at Bakugou's Agency Headcanons - Part 2

| Part 1 | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Ever since you broke the ice with Bakugou, he's been finding more time to talk to you at work. You're less likely to call him by his hero name now out of habit.

You feel a little bad though for the co-workers he still yells at though, so you ask him if he could be just a "smidge" nicer to them.

His first instinct is probably to say "NO FREAKING WAY!" but he's been thinking about all the things you said to him before this point and he's at least considering your suggestion, albeit begrudgingly.

That's a victory of a sort.

You're learning a lot about the inner life of a Pro Hero, given how much time you spend working around the agency.

You joked to Bakugou before about surpassing him as a Pro Hero but really, if you put your mind to it, maybe you could do it. Your experience as a secretary could only help and not hurt you. It's a lot of work though.

The idea is still put on hold for now. Especially considering what happened recently. There was a new villain on the streets and they caused a ton of trouble for the Pro Heroes. Bakugou in particular was pretty banged up...

You were worried sick over him during and after the fight. You visited him in the hospital and although you heard he was in a bad mood, he seemed more alert when you entered the room.

He couldn't stand to see you cry. He told you it wasn't your problem and that you should only focus on your work. But you insisted that as a friend you should care.

He doesn't disagree with that, so he lets you stay. He says it'll be easier to keep watch on you this way and he needs to know how the agency's doing anyways.

The agency is not nearly as worried as you are, at least not on a personal level. They're not callous, but they're not close to the man. So you're the only one who visits.

Regardless of the good or bad news, Bakugou enjoys listening to you speak. It's better than being alone in the dull hospital room. You end up talking quite a while and time passes by before you know it. Bakugou's smiling more and more as time goes by.

When Bakugou eventually returns to work, you're talking to him in private about the status of his wounds. He lets you help him with first aid and also with moving around the place. You're literally a shoulder for him to lean on when his issues are at their worst.

Eventually he heals up and you don't have as much of an excuse to talk to him at work, so you go back to your usual amount of interactions. It still nice but never enough...

Bakugou ends up reaching out to you more as a result and this time around, Bakugou is the one to invite you out for dinner! But instead of the fancy restaurant you attended last time, you suggest a more low-key, humble cafe nearby.

He agrees, even though this means he's gotta disguise himself somewhat. There's some private tables in the cafe and it's not too busy with people, but the fancy restaurant was more guarded against the usual common fans and reporters than a simple cafe would ever be.

You poke fun at his disguise and find a good table for you both. As you're making your orders you notice him staring at you from your table and it's very clear he didn't think he was going to get caught looking. You stick your tongue out at him and that leaves him seething at your teasing.

You return with the food and you give it to Bakugou before he can complain about anything. Your careful recommendation on what he should order was right on the money. He likes the food and you can tell by his expression.

You say that to his face, and he screws up his expression so now you can't tell what he's thinking or feeling. He looks deranged.

You want to take a picture to show all your co-workers, but he's got a hand on your phone before you can do anything. Damn him and his fast reflexes!

Since his face isn't screwed up anymore you still want to take a picture, but this time for yourself. You don't tell him that last part, you just ask if you can take a photo of him and his food, for posterity of course. He agrees and he initially keeps his typical grumpy face for the photo. But then a thought occurs to him and he gives you a small smile and you know you just HAVE to take the photo ASAP.

If you didn't have to go back to work, you would've forgotten that he was your boss. He's too close to you now, so many smiles and secrets you didn't think you'd get out of a man like this. But you need something more. You don't want things to stop progressing here, not when it's getting good. However, there's no good way to broach the subject.

Hours later after having a good time together at the cafe, Bakugou is walking you home, all the way to your doorstep.

When you finally reach the place, he tells you he has something to talk about.

He looks like he's a bundle of nerves. He ends up blurting what's on his mind just to get it off his damn chest, and it's just easy for him to talk to you about these kinds of things.

He admits that he doesn't always see you as his secretary, but as his close friend. He knew he had feelings for you at the start, but he thought he could manage that in private so as to not make you uncomfortable.

But he does love you, and he's thinking he's been reading the signs right and that you feel the same.

You just kiss him to confirm his thoughts and he kisses back even deeper than you ever could. He's inexperienced and rough, it's obvious to a T, but it's everything you would want. He's pulling you into his chest and making sure he's tasting every last bit!

Finally you break for air and his smirk is shaky, his body is shaky, and his voice is also shaky when he tells you "You're mine."

"No YOU'RE mine."

He quite likes that!

Though he admits he can't let you work for him anymore if you're together. He'd be letting you go as his secretary, because he would really rather have you as a girlfriend!

Sucks that you're out of a job though. But you heard that Deku is hiring...

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bella-goths-wife · 7 months ago

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So I was listening to this song here

https://youtu.be/s29fcv5E52Y?si=w7kH1W23tU7sxiJF

And thought of if Pet ends up getting freed or was able to get away from Vox she would become an overlord with a lot of power.

I actually love that song so much and it would match overlord pet so well and now it’s inspired me to do what overlord pet would be like

Vs Pet as an overlord

Warnings: murder, gore, illegal activity, drug use, mentions pet having sex but not explicitly, reader owns peoples souls

This is not canon but could be a non canon mini series if you enjoy it :)

In this situation, you made no deals with alastor or Vox

Your completely on your on your own in your journey for power

Or were you?

You lived on the streets for around two years in hell before you realised the potential it had

There were networks for the homeless, connections that could be made for trading of food or materials

You stumbled into trading one day after being particularly hungry and an older woman who also lived on the streets took pity on you and taught you how to steal from the public and trade the things you stole for food

After growing fond of you, the old woman told you that her name was Martha and reassured you that she’d take you under her wing until you learnt the ways of the streets

But Martha was quite old when she died and her hellish form was more frail then most, she was a very vulnerable person who could barely protect herself

After seeing you use your hellish abilities for the first time, Martha explained to you what soul deals were

She explained that she wished to make a deal with you, her soul in exchange for protection

You were shocked and initially wanted to refuse but Martha explained that it would guarantee to her that you would never betray her and she would never betray you

So you agreed, and Martha became the first soul you ever owned

After that it was a slow collection of souls, mainly strays from the streets who wanted protection or one of the younger souls needing protection

Martha taught you to be a gentle but assertive soul owner, you were never cruel to the souls you owned but you would always give them a reminder that you were in charge

With all the souls you had gathered also came shared profits, more money combined then any of you had ever seen

All the souls you owned turned to you when given the question of what you should do with it, and you were unsure

But Martha, being the wise mother goose she was, suggested that you opened a business up that would be profitable and also provide you an opportunity to rise up in the ranks

So you purchased a small club in the entertainment district

It was the first modern version of a club that had moved there in a while since no one wanted to compete with the Vs sex lounges or mimzys club

You were quite a success because of this, you were doing something you knew quite a lot about since you were such a party person when you were alive

You managed the music and used your ability to make your club irresistible

But you weren’t collecting souls as fast as you should be, you weren’t becoming powerful enough to make your lifestyle sustainable

And then an idea popped into your head, what did you learn about more than partying when you were alive?

Drugs

You began to allow for drug use in your clubs and even used one of the souls you owned who used to be a chemistry professor create a more intense type of ecstasy and you named it after your club and sold it exclusively at your club

So now your club sold specialised drugs and this put you on the map

You had customers lining up around the block to get in, and more money and souls then you could count

This eventually earned you a seat at the overlords meetings despite many overlords refusals

Some overlords found you to gentle to be an overlord, they saw you as an embarrassment because of your lack of cruelty in your deals

They thought you could easily be disrespected

So when a minor overlord came to your club and began to harass the staff and destroy the furniture, he assumed you would do nothing

He was incorrect

He dropped to his knees and covered his ears as you made it so he had a loud screaming sound in his ears

He begged you to stop and apologised over and over again, but you knew that if you wanted to be respected in the overlord community then you couldn’t show mercy

You raised the frequency of the sounds to an agonising level until blood dripped from his ears, eyes, nose and mouth

You kept raising it until his brains turned to liquid and chunks fell from his ears and nose

For the first time ever, the souls you owned and the public looked at you with pure fear

You had used your ability to record the overlords screams of agony so when you returned to the overlord meeting and there were people trying to mock you, you calmly just summoned the sounds of their friend dying a painful and long death

This impressed alastor greatly and made him put you in his attention as you intrigued him greatly

He had visited your club a few times after that but decided that it wasn’t his cup of tea after watching you snort coke off of a woman’s chest

You fell into old habits once you were in a comfortable position of power by becoming a bit of a playgirl who had lovers lining up around the corner to spend a night in your bed

You were always respectful of them and always made sure they were taken care of before and after sleeping with them

You intrigued alastor and you felt familiar to him, like you have in all the past au’s alastor had a strange connection with you

He invited you to sit with him and Rosie during the meetings and you accepted happily, finally gaining some connections

Alastor and Rosie found you just darling and Rosie treated you just like a protective mother during the meetings, having them both stand up for you and threaten anyone who dared mock you for your past or your gentle techniques

You were grateful and in your gratitude you made them a small quiet booth in your club for them to visit, and they would whenever you would be using your abilities to be the clubs DJ for the night to cheer you on like proud parents

Your playgirl style had caught the attention of Valentino and he felt curious enough to visit your club with the other Vs

Velvette and Vox already had a disliking towards you because you had invaded on their territory and your affiliations with the radio demon

But Valentino insisted and brought them along

Martha encouraged you to go over to the table since you were the clubs owner and they were pretty influential overlords who could possibly help you in the future

So you greeted them all politely and bought them all a drink on the house

Vox, out of curiosity and partly to spite alastor, demanded that you join them for a drink

Out of politeness, you did

They asked you many many questions about yourself and practically interrogated you all night

Their night ended with Valentino demanded you dance with him and you were having fun until his hands drifted too far down and you had to politely reject his advances

Because of your good relationships with some of the most influential demons, they brought more business in for you

In exchange you allowed them to rent out a room in the back for illegal meetings and trades as long as they denied doing it with your consent if they ever pissed off the wrong people

You were slowly becoming more powerful, you were no longer the little sewer rat you used to be

With the help of the other demons, you became an influential and feared individual

Life would have been great, if it weren’t for those friendships bringing you many many problems

You had Vox constantly watching you through any and all technology at all times, unless you had alastor nearby which would scramble the signal and effectively piss Vox off

You had alastor constantly using his abilities to try and change your club and make it into something that more matched his image and constantly trying to ‘take you under his wing’ even though you explained many many times that you were fine on your own

You had Rosie who would constantly antagonise Martha and looked at her as if she wished to kill her in a moment, she also had a nasty habit of trying to be a motherly figure towards you at times even when you didn’t need it which would be sweet but her way was so obsessive and violating that it made you cringe

You had velvette who had made it her mission to get you to join the Vs despite you not wanting to since you were successful on your own, she even tried to sabotage you a few times so you’d have to join them

You had Valentino, who was constantly trying to get you to star in one of his movies or he just hung around too much for it to be comfortable and it felt suffocating

All of these problems combined made you life extremely hard sometimes, especially when they would all become possessive or jealous and would drag you away from doing your work to make it so you’d be with one of them all day

But at least you were powerful

And at least you were free

That’s more then you could say for most people

Hope you liked this one, it’s a little silly but I’m tired and it’s the best I can do at the moment 😭

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97linelover · 6 months ago

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Where do Broken hearts go? - Jeon Wonwoo

18+ / mdi

summary: Marrying the man of your dreams will finally come true, but what happens when the day comes and the Man is not there?

content: Fiancé Wonwoo x reader, fight, crying, angst, happy end, wedding au

wc: 1.9k

a/n: I watched the firs t part of sex and the City and then I thought I want to write about Big and Carrie. I´m not really happy with it..

Organizing a wedding takes a lot of time and preparation, it takes passion and a vision.

You had all of it, except the time.

When your Fiancé, Jeon Wonwoo asked you to marry him you did not hesitate for a second. You jumped at him kissing him until you both were entangled under the sheets.

But since you were not very patient you wanted this wedding as soon as possible. Perks of being the famous Vogue writer? You could get help from everyone within days.

Your best friend came over helping you planing a sweet little garden wedding with 50 people. Your boss gifted you Giovanni Conti as your wedding planer.

Suddenly your simple wedding dress from a vintage store was now a Vera Wang one that she send you, it was crazy and it happened fast.

While wonwoo was busy working, your list with guests got longer and longer, your bill got higher and higher and your vision got bigger and bigger.

After work you always laid next to Wonwoo on the couch explaining him the details while he listened with a smile on his lips. „I'm sure it will be perfect my love" he kissed your forehead softly „remember the suit fitting with Armani tomorrow" you rambled and he pulled you on his lap „let's forget about everything for a second" with that he kissed along your neck.

But things were to perfect, you became obsessed with the idea of the perfect wedding that you forgot about the most important part.

Your soon to be husband.

Everyday after work you were busy with planing while he waited for you to cuddle, to talk about your day, for you to ask about his.

He looked at you with so much love in his eyes that he ignored to feeling of regret bubbling up.

„The dress fits absolutely perfect" Minjae said smiling while you felt her heart breaking „Jae, I'll cancel everything if you want me too" you took her hands in yours „Chan is stupid for cheating!" she wiped her tears away „it's your night, so let's have some fun" she put on her best smile and you two walked out of the room.

Wonwoo was waiting for you in his suit, looking as handsome as always. „You're breathtaking" he said gasping while pulling you closer „I adore you" he softly kissed you.

„I love you Wonu, so much" you said honest while smoothing out his tie. „Let's not keep the guests waiting" you took his hand walking into the huge dining room.

Everyone clapped as you two made the entrance.

I mean, you two looked majestic walking hand in hand inside the building.

„Thank you all for coming, we are forever grateful for all the loving people around us, Wonwoo and me, thank you all for being here on this journey with us, so let's enjoy the food! To the love" you said with a proud smile and Wonwoo watched you with fond eyes.

While you all talked and had some drinks Wonwoo went out with the boys having a smoke, when he gets nervous he sometimes takes a puff but tonight he declined just watching the busy streets of Seoul.

„Man you're gonna be married, settled" JeongHan laughed „first one to settle"

Yes Wonwoo was the first one of his friends to get married. „But I'm really excited-„ before he could finish the taxi parked and Chan got out.

„Hey Nonu, congrats, I wasn't sure if I was invited because Minjae is the maid of honor" he scratched his neck.

„No chan that's fine" wonwoo said „just maybe keep a good distance to Jae" he said carefully. „I'll grab a drink"

„He looked miserable" Mingyu said while watching after him „he cheated with his secretary after Minjae and him had a fight about sex and she said she doesn't enjoy it anymore" he explained.

„But he loved her, I can't understand" Wonwoo muttered „mistakes can happen" Seokmin whispered . „Let's not talk about that right now" Wonwoo said and the boys nodded walking inside.

„NO I WANT YOU TO LEAVE DON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN" with that Minjae stormed out of the room and she looked at Wonwoo „I would think twice before agreeing to a marriage" she spat and Wonwoo´s heart fell into his stomach.

Why would she say something tonight? Before he could think more about it Y/N took his hand „I'm gonna head home with the girls, I'm gonna see you at the chapel tomorrow?" she had the biggest smile on her face „I'm gonna see you tomorrow, have fun tonight" he said while softly leaning down to kiss her.

The night didn't end well for Wonwoo, he sat in his leather chair thinking about everything that just had happened. About the last two months. About how they wanted the smallest wedding and now it's one of the biggest weddings.

How you talked non stop about the people that will be there, how you didn't ask about his day at work anymore. He dialed your number „Nonu, is something wrong?" He could hear the chatters in the background „baby" he breathed „wait Minjae" you giggled.

„Sleep well, I love you." he said and ended the call. You got ready the next morning, your dress already on and the last touch was your lip gloss, you smacked your lips and smiled „I'm gonna be Mrs Jeon in a few hours" you looked at your best friend and she nodded „I can't believe it!" You hugged her softly and she sobbed slightly „you look so beautiful, Wonwoo can be lucky to have you"

„Y/N the car is already waiting for you!" your friends rushed outside with you, you all got into the limousine and took a Glas champagne „to Wonwoo and Y/N" Minjae said and you all cheered.

„I can't believe I'm too late at my own wedding" you said with a slight giggle and you got out of the car, you did not realize the car behind you with your fiance inside pleading that you look at him.

„Come on baby look at me, I need to know that it's still about us" he whispered, but you only rushed inside.

„Okay the wedding can start now" you said but the priest furrowed his eyebrows „that will not be possible" „What do you mean?"

„I mean that the husband is not here" he said nervous.

Your heart stopped, you felt like all the air got out of you lungs. „What do you mean?" she frantically asked „someone give me the phone" you said panicked „SOMEONE GIVE ME THE PHONE" Minjae gave her the phone.

You dialed his number and within a seconds he picked up „y/n" he whispered „where are you?" you asked with hurt in your voice „y/n I called a dozen times"

„WHERE ARE YOU" you yelled „I'm in the car, I can't walk in there, I don't think this is about us anymore "his quivering voice spoke, she gasped „so you're ditching me? On my wedding?"

„Baby please, I tried to call you" he pleaded „I can't believe this" she whispered and let the phone fall „get me out of here" she whispered „where is he?" Minjae asked „he left me here, he did not show up" you breathed „he won't come" you realized what you had just said.

„He won't come" you sobbed „get me out of here please" you began to panic and your friend helped you to get out. You got into the car and you felt like your world just crumpled apart.

You could not believe this. What has just happened?

When Wonwoo's driver began to drive he felt like choking, he felt like all the air has left his lungs "fuck turn around, FUCK" he realized what he had done. But before he could react he saw the car passing by "Y/N" he screamed out of the window, but the car drove further until you heard the brakes.

Wonwoo got out and he saw you getting out aswell "listen baby, I did not meant to, I was not thinking straight" but you showed no mercy, your pink bouquet landed with slaps against his chest, you screamed at him.

"YOU USED ME" You screamed "I HATE YOU SO MUCH" the petals were flying around "how could you do that" you whispered heartbroken and your friends carried you back to the car "don't ever claim your love again" you looked at him with so much pain in your eyes that he felt like screaming.

The people around you looked at the scenario in front of them and you could not blame them, you would look aswell.

When Wonwoo watched you drive away he got into the car driving towards the Apartment you both shared.

He walked over to the whiskey table, grabbing directly the entire bottle.

Meanwhile you walked inside Minjaes building, your Make up smudged, you hair messy and your white dress full of Mascara stains.

You walked passed the mirror and you began to Panic "get me out of it" you pulled at the white fabric, it felt like the dress would suffocate you "GET ME OUT OF THIS" you cried and Minjae grabbed some scissors.

"do it" Hyerin said and the cut the ties so that the dress fell down, you fell to the floor and just sobbed.

Three weeks passed, three weeks where he did not get any response from you, his friends told him that you went on the honeymoon trip with Minjae. He wondered how you are, he wondered if you're still thinking about the day, because the only thing he could think about was the moment you left. How you took his heart with you.

He started staying late at work because he could not deal with the empty bed, he worked so much that his colleagues began to worry. But he shut down everyone, he felt empty and like the biggest douche ever.

He entered the apartment at 11 pm on a Tuesday when he saw your shoes at the entrance, he rushed inside placing his work bag on the floor "Y/N?" he walked inside the living room where you were sitting on the couch, you were dressed in a beautiful summer dress, but you did look tired.

"You're back" he whispered and you could only nod "I saw your message, and I think we need to talk, we need to talk about what has happened so that I can finish this chapter and close this book" Wonwoos heart fell into his stomach "no baby, there is no closing this book, finishing this chapter yes, we will redo this." he lifted your chin softly "we will focus on us, only us" his thumb stroke your cheek.

"you and me Baby, only us" he leaned his forehead against yours "you don't know how sorry I am, god there's nothing more that I want than marrying you" he was completely honest.

"But I want us alone, I want nobody around us" before he could say anything else you kissed him "I really hope you don't ditch me again" you whispered jokingly.

"god I missed you" he lifted you up kissing you softly, while he carried you inside the bedroom.

And here you were now one week later at the registry office, standing next to wonwoo.

"I declare you as Mr. and Mrs. Jeon" the elder lady said and smiled at you two "you may now kiss the bride" and Wonwoo wasted no time, he kissed you passionate and you smiled into the kiss.

"we did it" you cheered "we did it baby, you and me" he agreed to you and kissed you again.

#seventeen #kpop #seventeen angst #au #svt #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo

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zyettemoon1800 · 1 year ago

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Hi! Can you possibly write a NSFW alphabet fir hobie brown?

Aftercare

He is so loving after y'all are done. He will go run you both a bath while he gets you both something to eat. However, if you don't want to move or eat anything, then he will just get a towel and clean you off, and make you drink a cup of water before going to bed. If you are also a Spiderman/ spider woman he will make some lame excuse to Miguel as to why yall you can't leave the bed.

Body part

On him, he loves his hands and how they grip your plush stomach or thighs or how he can make you messy in under ten minutes.

Cum

Though he loves you and wants to spend the rest of his life with you, he does not want any kids as of right now and he is not a fan of wrapping it up so he will most likely just pull out and cum on your stomach, face, ass, or back. However, if you are on the pill and you don't mind, he will happily cum in you.

Dirty Secret

I can see Hobie as an exhibitionist. He wouldn't mind taking you underneath a table, on top of a skyscraper, or in an alleyway. However, the one place that he wants to do it more than ever is in Miguel's office. Just the thought of Miguel catching yall makes him ready to explode.

Experience

He is not a man-whore however he has had his fair share of bedroom guests.

Favourite Position

Any position that has you on top of him. He hates the idea that women should only be a bottom and will fight anyone when he says that having women on top is even better. He also likes it when you sit on his face. Weight is not a thing he cares about and he wouldn't mind suffocating beneath a fat pussy and some thick thighs.

Goofy

He is not an overly goofy person when you two are having sex. He might crack a few especially if it's your first time and he is just trying to lighten the mood and get you to relax.

Hair

He does not shave and is a firm believer that you should not do it either. The hair is there for a reason so let it be. Now if you wanna trim it or make your bush into some cool shapes, he is all on board. Depending on what shape you are trying to do, he might just do it with you so yall can match.

Intimacy

It is not rare for him to be seen hanging off of you in some way or another. It's not that is jealous or anything, he just loves being by you.

Jack off

If you are not around and he really needs to rub one off then he will jack off. Always if you are not in the mood, then he will take care of himself

Kinks

Slight Daddy Dom kink

Slight Breeding kink

BDSM ( can go both ways)

Cum Play

Pet Play ( on your part)

Food Kink

Location

He usually will just go into your or his room because he knows that it is the safest option. However, he will also do it on top of a random skyscraper or somewhere in the Spider HQ.

Motivation

Just sit on his lap or bend down to pick up something and he is already to through you on the nearest surface.

He is not sharing you with anyone and he will not do anything that you are uncomfortable with or anything too risky

Oral

He is much more into giving than receiving when it comes to orals. He prefers to be buried in you more than anything. However, he wouldn't mind if you gave him a blowjob as a way to get him up in the morning.

Pace

His pace can change from a flip of a coin. Somedays wants to go hard and fast to get rid of any stress that he has, while other times he is soft and sensual.

Quickies

Yes, especially when he should be out on a mission or on patrol

Risk

This man will fuck you in an alleyway by a very busy street and won't stop even if he hears people getting close to yall

Stamina

On a good day he could go maybe three times with ten-minute breaks in between and a round could last for about 20-30 minutes.

Toys

He doesn't mind you using toys on him or on yourself. He is a fan of vibrators and handcuffs.

Unfair

If you are being a brat and just giving him a hard time for no reason then he will edge you for an hour or two and no amount of crying or pleading will make him stop.

Volume

He has always been a vocal person so of course that would extend to the bedroom. He will be in your ear moaning and groaning while calling you a good girl or a slut all depends on what you fancy.

Wildcard

He is known for just throwing you over his shoulder he wants your attention. It doesn't matter who you are talking to.

X-ray

He is about 7 inches soft and 8.5 inches hard. He also has the Jacob's ladder piercing.

Yearning

You really don't have to do much to get him excited, however, he is a sucker for some short shorts or a body con dress. Seeing your curves and rolls just spill over just does something to him.

Zzz…

He doesn't go to sleep directly. He will make sure you are all good and he may play with his guitar for an hour before cuddling up with you.

#hobie brown #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #hobie x reader #chubby reader #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x chubby!reader

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lilbadgyu · 2 months ago

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Who in Seventeen is most likely to fall in love at first sight? ( well not like in the first moment, but as they are knowing the person)

an: omg i was waiting for someone to request like a list type of imagine!! and I hope that it is what you were expecting. i thought i would write out how they fell first or why they fell first.

Who would fall first: Seventeen

✧˚ · . Seungcheol

when cheol first met you, he knew that you were going to be his top priority in his life, you knew you meant a lot to him, but you didn't know if he was beginning to fall for you like you were. yet you were wrong, cheol was falling so hard. he made sure every act of serivce that he did was to show it. you thought you were the one to fall first but he definitely was

✧˚ · . Jeonghan

jeonghan always seemed so quiet to you, but yet that was quiet the opposite. whenever he was around you, or if it was just the two of you; he was a 100% certified yapper. you always noticed the little sparkle in his eyes when talked about something that he loved. over the time you two spent together you began to develop feelings, and they were growing fast. you were definitely falling for him and quick.

✧˚ · . Joshua

you and joshua grew up together, same street, same city, same school, and your parents were even friends with each other. so through high school you two were practically inseparable, and that caused feelings to grow between the two of you. you began to blush whenever he did anything to help you, or make you feel better; and when you returned the favor, joshua would get butterflies in his stomach. you two were falling for each other at the same time.

✧˚ · . Jun

you and jun were the silent type at the beginning of the relationship, but you two enjoyed the time you spent together. as you two got more comfortable, you started to notice all the little things that jun would do for you.

✧˚ · . Hoshi

you always hung around hoshi whenever he was in the practice room by himself. you watched how he would perform- not practice- perform in the room. it didn't matter if he was just practicing he still gave it his all. you admired his passion, and his ability to give it his all. you adored him, you... well you loved him.

✧˚ · . Wonwoo

wonwoo was always your rock. he knew it too, but yet while you kept to yourself wonwoo was beginning to develop feelings. you always came to him whenever you needed him, and while he was usually busy; he always made sure to be there. he'd even leave practice if he had to, but you always told him to stay and wait until he got off. as time progressed he really knew that he was in love with you (edit: i posted this and didn't realize i forgot to finish wonwoo’s because i skipped around as i wrote it)

✧˚ · . Woozi

woozi was your number one brain. he had so many ideas for you, or for the both of you. he always helped you figure out the stuck moments you had with your writings, and you even helped him write some of his music. you might of argued with him about producing the song you helped with, but yet woozi would do anything for you. he always put his heart into his work, and that lead to him writing a song for you and only you. it portrayed the way he loved, and everything about you that he adored.

✧˚ · . Dokyeom

the way you and dokyeom met was a little bit different. you always ran into him on the street while he was out, but you were working at your families restruant. he always smiled at you, giving you a small wave and a nod. he always was excited to see you whenever he was able to, he couldn't wait to see you. he was falling in love with you everyday.

✧˚ · . Mingyu

the day you meant mingyu, you knew that he was going to be the one. you didn't know if he felt the same towards you, but that wasn't even the start of it. you two began as friends, but over time you two began to get close. mingyu came over to your apartment, and you two were going to make food and just hang out. as you were in the bathroom; mingyu quickly began to gather things for the surprise he had planned for you. when you walked out, drying your hands with a towel, you looked down to see the rose petals laid on the floor.

✧˚ · . Minghao

you always loved to be a part of Hao's culture. you loved how he had this spark in his eye whenever he was home. you saw how he was able to be calm, and at a sense of peace; not like he wasn't at peace back in korea, it just felt like he was more at home. when you did visit, he would always show you around. he showed you where he grew up, and where he would always get food. you couldn't help but notice the sparkle in his eyes as he told you everything. he was absolutely glowing with pure joy. and you loved him for it.

✧˚ · . Seungkwan

you were always around seungkwan whenever he practiced. you always watched him with awe as he sang with passion. you always would giggle at his little voice cracks, which always got you little stares back, but it always made you laugh. you loved how you two would always joke around towards the end of his practices. you'd always finish out with a small karaoke shesh.

✧˚ · . Vernon

you and vernon grew up together in New York. while you weren't able to join him in moving to korea; you always awaited his homecoming. when he came home, you were there at the airport, ready to give him one big hug. of course some would say you were doing to much, but yet you loved him. you always have, and you just couldn't wait to see him again.

✧˚ · . Dino

you would always join Dino at practice with Hoshi, jun, and Hao. when dino decided to get a quick drink; you'd always fill in his spot to just mess around for a bit. when dino would come back, he would watch your bright smile on your face, and you dancing along to their songs. with those moments he loved you even more than he already did.

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pebblethestone · 9 months ago

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One Wrong Action ⁴

Vox x reader /Alastor's sibling

Summary - The day of the meeting with Vox could this fix your friendship or make it worse then it is already?

Masterlist

One Wrong Action Masterlist

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Words - 1391

Warrings - swearing, cannibalism, cigarettes and mentions of blood and cannibalism

A/n - so of bit I would say the the reader sort of have moodswings it's just the way I've written it I guess there emotions changed very fast

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Hearing a knock at your door, letting out a grunt as you lift your cosy blanket and get up not bothering to fix how you looked, heading over to the door to see no one, but looking down you see Niffy.

“oh hello there, Niffy what brings you here today,” you say leaning down to pick Niffy up as she stares at you with her big eye, you have always adorned Niffy, she might seem a little crazy but that's what you love about her.

“Well, I have made breakfast for you, to thank you for that food you made for us,” she says as you pause for a few seconds, oh no..

“well isn't that just a treat for me? I'll be down in a minute hon” you say putting her down as you watch her skip away. Closing the door of your room. grabbing your clothes from your closet and putting them on.

Clicking your fingers together you appear at the bar, Husk letting out a hiss with some curses at your sudden appearance.

“Y/N! You really need to stop doing that!” you hear him angry say as he carries on with whatever he's doing, your lips curl up into a smile.

“Well, that's no way to treat a friend Husky,” you say as he gives you an annoyed look.

“Yeah, Yeah,” he says grumpy as he continues cleaning a glass on the bar table.

“Well, I'll see you later,” you say as you take off to the table so you can have the breakfast that Niffy had made for you. Upon entering the room you see Niffy standing proudly with the plate in her hands as you take a look at it. It looks like the best dish she has ever made

“Oh my Niffy this, looks delicious. If I say so” you say as she lifts it up for you to put on the table, doing so you take a seat lifting her onto a chair. As she watches you take a fork and knife and start to dig into the food. Taking a bit your eyes light up.

“oh Niffy this is gorgeous,” you say watching as she moves over to you giving you a grand hug.

“am glad you enjoy it” she says her voice filled with joy.

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After eating the food you headed out of the hotel to head to the meeting that you had with Vox.

You didn't like getting in cars much and you might as well use some of your power to Teleport there. Stopping in the middle of the street you take out your phone and Turn it on.

Y/n

Am heading over to your place for our meeting I'll be there in a minute

You say as you wait for a reply. Hearing shouting and screaming around the streets of hell. The second time today you click your fingers. Appearing in front of the VoxTek building. Glaring down at your photo to see if he has replied.

Stupid TV Head 📺

Yes, I do see that you are outside. Didn't expect you to turn up so late very unlike you.

Glaring at the phone, putting it away into your pocket. Pushing the doors open walking passed the main desk to he'd to the stairs you didn't really trust the elevators.

After walking up all the steps you barge into the meeting room to see Vox already sitting there with a smug face as a frown finds its way onto your face.

“well isn't it our time to have our little chit-chat for this year” he says as you glare at him taking the seat far away from him. Taking a quick glare around the room which is filled with technology.

“it seems it is, I guess we should get to business then?” you say as your papers appear in front of you as you shuffle through them finding the one you want. Pushing the paper towards him. As he picks it up his face Turns into a frown

“This is uh quite a big setback don't you think?” he questions you. You simply shake your head at him

“I think it's a perfect idea, we won't need to meet up every year and you won't need to broadcast my Reastronts on TV, now that Alastor is back,” you say suggesting.

“but the TV will bring more sinners? Not everyone listens to that stupid radio” he says glitching out a little as you sit there with your knees crossed.

“well yes that's true, and we can still talk about ideas for the future of our contract,” you say picking up another piece of paper with another idea. His eyes scanned it.

“This idea seems much better” he says putting the paper down

“And it will be boosting my company as well as yours so we both befit here,” he says taking a last glare at the paper.

“Yes, that's true but.. I would like it if we kept my restaurants more of a 1930s theme if that's possible,” you say knowing that he never writes anything down and never makes ideas, I think he only wants meetings to see you. Watching as he pulls out a folder holding paper, your eyes widen a little

“Well, I do have some ideas myself,” he says taking a piece of paper out of the folder. And moving through the technology to be next to you handing you the piece of paper. Taking a read over it frowning a little.

“This means that we meet every month not every year is that a mistake? But you've also agreed to keep my Restaurant of the theme I want for the except of two of them that would be 1950s themed but with more technology. And it says I can't broadcast it though Alastor” you say out loud thinking about it. Vix sitting next to you legs on the table a smirk clearly displayed on his face.

“Well, maybe we could use this one but make some changes?” you suggest.

“fine by me, doll,” he says as you pin your ears back at the word doll.

“Okay, then how about I broadcast it through Alastor, and we can have 3 Restaurants of your theme? And how about meeting every 5 months?” you say to him as he gives you a look.

“Well, I didn't expect this to go so well, but how about meeting up every 3 months?” he says. Your eyes twitch

“fine then, I guess we have a deal then?” you say holding out your hand everything Turns black and white and your eyes turn black. When he shakes your hand blue sparks appear. After you both let go everything goes back to normal.

“how about a dinner? For this? Can you give me a chance?” he says as you roll your eyes, you still have a soft spot for him and you hate that you still do. Think that the hotel had gotten into your head.

“fine then, tomorrow at 8?” you say as his smile widens and he looks a little surprised that you would agree.

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Once you got back to the hotel the first thing you see the Alastor, as soon as you opened the door.

“So, where have you been? You had us all quite worried” you hear him say, walking passed him to dump yourself onto the couch.

“just some overlord shit,” you say as he glares at you with the use of your words.

“My, my it seems that you in an awful foul mood since I got back,” he says your eyes meeting his.

“I just want to know why you abandoned us, seven years ago, you're different. I think you did something you shouldn't have done.“ You say as you hear the sound of static pick up around you. His smile widens as his shadows move around the both of you.

“I wouldn't want to cause a fight to happ-” Alastor says before being cut off by Charlie's happy voice.

“Y/N! There you are we thought you were just going to leave the hotel,” she says.

“of course, I wouldn't, after all, you need a cook. And I think my brother wouldn't be happy with me gone” you say with a smile to her. Seeing Alastor glare at you flashing him a little smirk.

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Part 5

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brianlesshetaliawritings · 4 months ago

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hey, since your request are open, can you write a Yandere Russia x reader? A scenario where the reader is a foreigner and he goes in reader's country to meet some important businessmen, just to fall for reader who was just standing in front of a store like🧍. Thank you❤️

Yandere Russia seeing reader for the first time

note: i loved this idea so much. thank you anon. this'll be in russia's point of view, and i'm sorry it took me so long. like really long.. to do this. if you request anything else pls specify that it's you so i can make it priority and make up for it by being faster next time.. just like add a star to it or some shit like that. i hope this is what u wanted but im not certain :(

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

It was late when Russia was finally allowed to leave. Not his worst work day, but certainly not his lightest. Actually, he's been rather busy, this being his third country in this week alone. Luckily though, he's finally able to have some peace. Stroll around and take a view of the surrounding cityscape around him. He feels a bit out of place, but that's to be expected. It's something he's used to (even in his own country..)

But as he's walking, something hits him. He hasn't ate today. Too caught up in the busy-ness of the morning to even had thought about it. And he really doesn't want to enter a resturaunt, or cook at the hotel.. So he settles on something simpler. He'll just get himself a quick meal at a corner store, whatever pre-made thing is available really he isn't picky.. Had too hard of a life to be choosy with things such as food.

Looking through the streets, he finally finds one. The bright lights of the sign a bit bright as he looks at it too long.. He squints, blinking a bit to regain his sight and looking down to- oh? At this hour? He stares for a moment before slowly looking in the other direction, just to be sure he won't get noticed. God, they're gorgeous. So much so he doesn't even feel hungry anymore, or exhausted, or anything. It's like the very presence of this mysterious stranger just caught him. Something he struggles to not rocket focus on, and he hasn't a clue why. Blinking, he looks down at the road. Why's he so focused on this random person just looking at the signs in front of the store window tonight? Maybe he's just so tired he can't focus.

Shaking his head, Russia walks across the street and goes past them, having to use every tiny bit of control he has to not gawk at them the entire time as he goes through the door. Making his way in-between shoves, he decides to just try and not get caught absolutely enamored by this beautiful individual he just found himself. Carefully looking through all the chips and jerky and whatnot he decides to lean down and settle on some potatoe chips. An easy answer. And as soon as he stand back up, his eyes conveniently land right back on the very person from earlier! They went in after him and yet they're checking out earlier. He looks over their outfit, then the counter. What they got looks good..

Putting his chips back up, he goes to the back of the store. Where is it all.. Grabbing the drink you got from the fridge before looking all about the store to get the rest. And he sighs once he finishes. He sort of wishes he didn't decide to avoid you, internally kicking himself in the ass for making that decision. Quickly getting his items checked out, he steps outside the door, looking both ways.. There. Turning. He follows you at a steady speed, not too slow, not too fast. But then, a crowd spawns from the middle of norwhere as you're passing a street and.. Your gone. He looks around, but there aren't any signs of you anywhere. Standing at the sidewalk of the intersection, he sighs, frowning. Just as quick as you showed up, you dissapeared.

He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling this person will haunt his mind until he finally finds them again. Hell- they already are. And it's making him increasingly frustrated that he didn't try and come up to you. His grip tightening a bit on the bag, he makes a promsie to himself. He'll find you. Even if it's the last thing he'll do.. He'll find you.

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jokeringcutio · 1 year ago

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Helloooo I have a Halloween request for Arthur Fleck x female reader

I was thinking it could take place on Halloween while he's working for Ha Has, so he's walking home in his clown costume not realizing it's Halloween until he's passing a house/apartment party and gets invited inside by someone assuming he's their friend who also dressed as a clown. Maybe he goes along with it because he's never been to a party he wasn't performing at, but doesn't know how to act. Maybe the host pulls him to introduce to the reader and he has to come clean that he's not the guy everyone thinks he is. And she's just really sweet relieved because she didn't like the guy she thought he was, and tells him how she's never dated so people keep trying to set her up.

So they bond at the party and meet up for coffee or something later. Bonus points if they lose their virginity to each other and fall in love.

Sorry if that's too long or not specific enough. I just like a sweet, supportive, Disney princess type girl that brings out the best in Arthur and vice versa 💞

Arthur Fleck x Reader - Sweet Halloween (contains smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (as Carnival) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: You mistake him for somebody else, but that might be the best thing that happened to the both of you, for you end up losing your virginity to each other.

Warnings: Sexual content, Virginity/First Time.

Those downtrodden streets with their faded yellow lights that made everything seem grey and bleak were familiar to Arthur. As he walked his usual route home, hands buried deep inside of his pockets, clown shoes kicking dirt and thrown-away wrappers and cans. He stared at the potholed pavement. There seemed to be more of a buzz around him, more noises. But he gave it no thought.

His Carnival costume hung loosely around him, his body too thin and too slender. He hadn’t had a good meal for the past God-knows how many weeks, and the lack of food was starting to have its effect on him. Arthur had grown easily tired and vexed and felt as if his hunger had left him completely. And so he kept his eyes pointed at the street, careful where to place his feet in case he might trip over the too-big shoes he had been too tired to swap for his ordinary pair. He would do it at home, he figured. He’d wash off the makeup there.

Being completely focused on the ground in front of his feet, he didn’t notice how he approached a house with an open door. A few young people stood on the porch, observing him as he neared. He felt their gazes, however, and made himself smaller than he was. His shoulders up high, hands even deeper inside his pockets and turned into fists – invisibly to their eyes. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself, eager to pass by without being picked on, laughed at, or even worse – beaten. He knew he was an easy target like this. And though the people he passed usually didn’t care, sometimes they would.

“Ah, there you are.” Before he had time to react, a gentle hand laid firmly upon his arm and he was ushered between the youngsters, pushed passed them, and into the house. It all happened so swiftly, that he had no idea how to react.

Soft hands pushed the small of his back, urging him into a hallway where they paused. Low thumps of music came from down the hall. There definitely was a party going on here. He tried to turn around and protest, but everything was happening way too fast.

“Josh, you can find Emma in the kitchen. She’s busy prepping the punch,” Arthur heard a female voice say from behind. It was a pleasant voice. One that sent sparks of warmth down his tummy.

He slowly turned around to face you, prepared for anything but you. A princess in every sense of the word. From your voice to your looks. You were even dressed in one of the prettiest dresses he had ever seen. Surely, if you were to come to work for Ha-Ha’s you’d be paid maximum wages. You’d have a booking every day. You-

You must be mistaken, he realized crestfallen as he watched you breathlessly. His shoulders slumped, his green eyes upon you. You didn’t want him here. You expected someone else. Some kind of Josh. What should he do? What should he do next?

There was a warm smile on your face. “Come on, let’s get going. I know you came just to see her, and I promise, no one is going to come in between the two of you tonight. This house got more than enough rooms for a bit of privacy.” You smiled at him and, once again, placed your warm hands upon him, pushing against his belly, probably to usher him in the direction of the kitchen. Then your eyes turned wide. Had you spotted he wasn’t Josh?

“Oh, gosh,” you gasped. “You really need to get some food in you. There’s some great apple and cinnamon pumpkin-shaped pies.”

So you hadn’t realized your mix-up, he thought. He followed your gaze as your eyes slid down his form. What must you be thinking of him, he wondered? This shabby clown, tired after a long day’s work. Your eyes darted lower and he followed your gaze. “Your shoes are so big. How can you walk without tripping?” The words spilled from your lips, melodious to his ears. Then your eyes sought his again. But instead of the judgment he had expected, your eyes sparked with joy and admiration. “They are amazing,” you said, warming his heart once more.

He blinked at you, confused. “I- I don’t think,” he started, voice too soft and being drowned out by the loud music that came down the hall. The realization came that you hadn’t heard him when you gave him a gentle pat on his shoulder and smiled.

“I know. Size matters! Well, you have an impressive girth,” you joked.

And then you were gone. The crowd had swallowed you, like a phantom. A ghost.

Arthur stood baffled. Had that just happened? As if in a dream, he glanced around him. The hallway was getting crowded as more people seemed to arrive at the party. He looked desperately but found no clue of you ever having been there. Had he entered the house himself? Had you been another delusion?

He leaned against a wall, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Taking deep breaths, he tried to steady himself. Another delusion, he thought. Another dream vision.

But then, an unfamiliar girl came to stand next to him, dressed as a pirate in a very revealing short array. Her red bouncy curls danced around her when she reached up to pull him into a hug.

“Ah Josh, glad you could make it,” the girl said with a smile. Arthur could see how the lipstick on her lips cracked at the motion. “Come on over, there’s food and drinks waiting.”

Luckily, she let go when Arthur started to feel the hug was getting too suffocating, and then she gestured ahead, urging him to walk into the next room which appeared to be some kind of large hall, decorated as a ballroom. He felt the girl’s eyes upon him for a little longer, but when he glanced behind him she seemed to have turned away. He saw her at the far end of the hall. Not a vision then. But not the woman he had dreamed of either.

Carefully, Arthur, still dressed as Carnival the Clown, entered the festive hall. The chandeliers were adorned with bats and cobwebs. Tiny fake ghosts hung from the ceiling and pumpkins filled the corners, all with faces like clowns. He could not help but chuckle when he saw what a wonderful room he had walked into. Everywhere, people were dancing.

Had he held any hesitation, it vanished when he saw the pumpkin pies the princess of his dreams had told him about. They stood on a table in front of him, looking every bit as delicious as you had told. For once, he thought to himself, you deserve this. “Well,” he nasally said to himself. “I suppose one bite won’t do any harm. After all,” here he suppressed the upwelling laughter that threatened to leave his lips. “They invited me in.”

The Halloween party was in full swing, the room bathed in a dim orange glow from the flickering jack-o'-lanterns lining the walls. Laughter and chatter filled the air as costumed guests mingled and danced. You expertly wove through the crowd, your body swaying to the haunting beats of the music. You were no stranger to dancing; it was an outlet that allowed you to escape the challenges of your life.

As you moved across the floor, a man dressed as a clown caught your eye. The colorful frills of his costume juxtaposed against the dark atmosphere of the party. You’d seen him before. At the time you had believed him to be Josh, that friend that Emma had invited because she wanted to date him. You knew better now. The real Josh had appeared half an hour later. It made you realize you’d invited a stranger into the house.

But this stranger, this man dressed as a clown… he was fetching. There was something about him that lured you in. Now that you knew he wasn’t Emma’s to claim, you became bolder, more daring. Moving closer to him, you deliberately started moving along with him, feeling the beat of the song resonate within you. When he noticed you, his eyes lit up like fireworks, surprise and delight radiating from his gaze.

The clown began to challenge you with his moves, his hips gyrating to the rhythm of the music. He had good moves, you noticed. Every gesture was graceful, like dancing came as natural to him as breathing. The rotating of his hips, while his eyes rested firmly upon you, was an invitation you accepted without hesitation. You danced closer, enticed by the mystery behind the painted face. His movements were fluid and surprisingly graceful, drawing you in even more.

As the song continued, you found yourselves dancing together, his arm snaking around your waist as he twirled you effortlessly. Your bodies pressed close, the heat emanating from him warming you as his scent – a mix of cologne and something uniquely his – intoxicated you. A sense of desire bubbled within you, fueled by the passion of the dance and the enigmatic connection between you two.

He twirled you around again and then pulled you in close, until your back was pressed against his front. You could feel his hot breath tickle your ear. His fingers splayed on your tummy, holding you like a lover’s embrace as you sensually pressed your hips against his. Your bodies fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle, and you had to suppress a moan.

The sensation of your bodies colliding with each beat was overwhelming. The dance became a sensual exploration, your bodies speaking a language only the two of you understood. And when the song came to an end, you lamented the fact that Emma stood several feet away, beckoning you to help her bringing the snacks from the kitchen. You reluctantly pulled away, feeling the sudden absence of his warmth. "Sorry,” you whispered, unsure if he could hear you over the starting tunes of a new beat, “I need to go help a friend.”

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you saw the Clown’s lips twitch into a smile. You assumed he had heard you, and quickly turned away, unaware of how the clown doubled over as he watched you go, grabbing his stomach as he tried to bite back the laughter that threatened to spill from his lips. He failed though, and in an attempt to escape the judging gazes from those around him, he turned around and pushed his way through the crowd.

By the time you returned with the snacks, your eyes wandered to find your mysterious dancing clown, but found no trace of him. Crestfallen, you put the snacks down on the table and scanned the room once more. Your clown seemed to have gone. But the tingling sensation deep inside of you still lingered, reminding you of the dance you had just shared.

Time slipped away, the evening deepening as laughter and chatter filled the air. You found yourself wandering outside to get some fresh air. The cool night breeze was a welcome respite from the heat of the party. You’d almost given up on finding him, almost convinced yourself that it didn’t matter, that this stranger you had met was someone you would never see again. But then, there he was.

Sitting on the porch and smoking, was the clown who had captivated you earlier. The sight of him stirred something within you – curiosity, desire, and an undeniable connection that you couldn't shake. You watched him for a moment, silently admiring his enchanting silhouette. Then you stepped closer to him.

"Hey," you called out softly, drawing his attention. “Are you alone?”

His eyes widened in surprise, the cigarette between his fingers momentarily forgotten. As he looked up at you, you caught sight of his vibrantly green eyes and your heart skipped a beat. So beautiful, you thought. You felt your cheeks flush.

"You're a really good dancer," you quickly said, smiling warmly at him.

The man seemed to hesitate, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights, but he quickly recomposed himself. His shoulders relaxed again. "Oh, uh, thank you." He seemed almost embarrassed by the compliment, his cheeks flushing beneath the white face paint.

"Mind if I sit with you?" you asked, gesturing to the empty spot beside him before bunching up your skirt. If you showed him a little leg, well, that wasn’t entirely an accident. You could tell he had seen it, that he must have spotted your bare legs underneath your skirts, perhaps even the outline of your panties, for his cheeks flushed and he quickly glanced away. But you’d seen his pupils dilate.

"Of course not," he replied, snuffing out the cigarette. For a moment he stared ahead while you settled down onto the wooden steps. The warmth of his body radiated through the thin fabric of your costume, sending shivers down your spine.

“I thought I'd dreamed you up." His words caught you by surprise and you stared at him with eyes open wide. When he finally turned to lock gazes with you, his lips carried a shy smile. Almost as if he was afraid to admit it.

“Not a dream,” you assured him. "Definitely real."

For a moment, his smile broadened, an imitation of your own, and you were lost in his eyes. Their depths, their vibrancy… This man made you feel warm and alive.

But then his smile faded like snow in the sun, and he tore his eyes away from yours. Shyly, he looked down at his hands. A deep frown appeared on his face, twisting his features. "I'm sorry,” he said, voice hardly more than a low mumble. “I’d better go.”

He shifted, jumping up to his feet without a warning, but you grasped him by the sleeve, preventing him from stepping away. He turned to look at you, surprise visible on his face.

“Why would you leave now?” you asked, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. Didn’t he feel the same? You could swear he did. You’d seen it in his eyes, how the two of you had been lost in each other’s gaze.

The clown hesitated. You could see the thoughts running wildly inside his head, the deep frown when he licked his lips before he shyly admitted, “Because I am not who you want?”

“Nobody said that,” you smiled, the grasp on his sleeve diminishing until your hand just laid gently upon his arm. There was no pressure there. If he still wanted to leave, he could.

“But I,” his voice had turned nasal, like a whine. Whatever was going through that pretty head of his was making him worried. “I know you mistook me for a friend of yours," he finally admitted, a frown still on his features.

You shook your head and smiled, your hand slipping from his arm for a moment. But he did not run away. Instead, he remained rooted to the spot, standing there, looking down at you with eyes full of uncertainty. It was obvious he wanted to stay. And you did not want him to go.

Your hand reached out once more to gently touch his arm. "I want you to stay," you whispered.

In the dim light of the Halloween-lights, you could see how his eyes widened in surprise. You felt his body grow slack underneath your hand. "All right.”

Slowly, he sat down again. His hip slotted against yours, the warmth instantly returned, making you breathe a sigh of relief. He was here again, where he needed to be.

“My name's Arthur, by the way," he hesitatingly said, as if he were shy to introduce himself to you.

"Nice to meet you, Arthur," you replied, your heart racing as you studied his face. Beneath the makeup, there was a vulnerability that drew you in. Your thoughts raced, emotions swirling as you tried to make sense of the magnetic pull between you two.

"The boy I confused you with, he is Emma’s new friend,” you confessed, your gaze drifting to the ground. "She’s always dating, never able to go without a boyfriend for long, so I hadn’t really seen him yet.”

Arthur remained silent, just watched you, his gaze enough to encourage you. “She keeps trying to set me up, but it never feels right," you quietly admitted, feeling how Arthur shifted by your side. He placed his hands in front of him, fingertips touching.

“Truth is, I've never had a boyfriend before," you continued, voice a soft whisper. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I've never even dated.”

Your eyes gently slid back to seek his. He was still looking at your face, his eyes desperately seeking yours. And when your gazes met, you could tell there was a quiet understanding in his. A deep warmth.

“How come,” he started, but had to pause to clear his throat. His voice was hoarse, filled with emotion. “How come no one ever claimed you as their own? Who wouldn’t want you?” he asked you, warming you up inside because that was a high compliment. Who wouldn’t want you? Who would? Then again, you shrugged and shook your head.

With a small smile, you looked up at him again. “It’s not fully up to them, is it?” you said, a small smile curling your lips. It took him a moment to understand what you were saying, but then his lips curled into a smile as well, the red of his makeup curling upward even more.

“You didn’t want any of them,” he concluded, and you let out a sigh of relief that he caught your meaning.

“Never really felt a click with any of them,” you admitted. Your eyes drifted down to his hands. Carefully, you sought out his hand with your own, placing your palm on top of his. He allowed you to touch him, even waited till you liked up again before he flashed you another smile. Emboldened by his reaction, you gently squeezed his hand.

"I meant what I said earlier on,” you started, shyly but suggestive. “Maybe we could, uh, find some privacy inside?" Your voice was playful, teasing. "There are plenty of rooms."

Arthur's eyes sparked with mischief as he met your boldness head-on. "I'd like that." He returned the squeeze with his hand, then carefully rose, holding your hand in his own. He waited for you to lead the way, an unspoken invitation that sent a thrill through you. With your heart pounding, you led him back into the house, your warm hands still touching. You could hear his rapid breathing and realized he was excited too.

Upon entering one of the unoccupied rooms, you closed the door behind you and locked it, your heart pounding with anticipation. The room was clean enough, pleasant enough for sure. A cream-colored bed, ordinary and plain, invited you to take this further. If Arthur hadn’t wanted to go this far, he would not have followed you in, would he? And so you turned to face Arthur, who stood there, hesitantly shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Go on," you urged gently, "take off your costume."

He looked at you oddly, as if you had said something preposterous, but then slowly started to unbutton his waistcoat. “You want to do more than just talk,” he murmured, and you blinked at him. For a moment he had you confused.

“I mean,” you started, suddenly feeling insecure. Where you going too fast for him? Was this the right thing to do? “Only if you…”

A deep groan tore from Arthur’s lips, interrupting you before you could finish. The waistcoat slid down his shoulders and without hesitation, he started to unbutton his fly. “You think I’d say no?” his voice was husky and low, thick with arousal. Hearing it sent a spark of lust deep down your core, making your pussy slick and moist at the sound of him.

“Oh no, my beauty,” Arthur continued, the words drawn and a low hum. His hand revealed his aching cock, firmly stroking up and down the hardened flesh. “No, pretty girl, I am going to make you all mine.”

Your mouth had turned dry at the sight of him. So eager. So wanting. “You’re beautiful,” the words spilled from your lips, earning you a groan as Arthur squeezed his cock hard.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. I am not much to look at,” he grunted, moving his hand up and down his shaft. His eyes never left your frame though, silently undressing you with his gaze. “Too thin, too meager. Not much of a man at all.”

“I disagree,” you said without giving it a moment’s thought. Your hands moved up your sides, slowly peeling the dress from your body, revealing all that you had hidden beneath it. His eyes lit up at the sight of your skin, then darkened with sinful desire. "You're more handsome than you give yourself credit for, Arthur."

He blushed at your compliments, his cheeks warming beneath the fading clown makeup. Despite his thin frame, you were drawn to him, captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes. The dress pooled at your feet, and then you stood there in just your underwear. His eyes roved over you, eager to take you all in. You loved it, loved the way his eyes took you in as if he wanted to remember all of you.

"Come here," you whispered, beckoning him closer. And when he was within reach, you cradled his face in your hands, looking deeply into his eyes before pressing a sweet, lingering kiss upon his lips, uncaring of the makeup that would surely smudge your own.

When you broke apart to catch your breath, the words that escaped you were a whisper.

"I want you to be my first, Arthur."

Something seemed to shift within him then, as if your words had unlocked a hidden desire. His restraint vanished, replaced by a hungry passion that matched your own. Arthur's hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer as he returned your kisses, tracing the contours of your body.

The two of you moved together as if you were dancing again. His body fit perfectly against yours, his hands led the way. You didn’t even notice that he had led you toward the bed until you felt the back of your knees bump against the mattress. His wig cap tumbled off his head, revealing brown curls underneath. It suited him, you thought. He was gorgeous.

Another kiss as his lips met yours hungrily. His hands ran past your skin, fondling your breasts eagerly, squeezing a bit too hard but making you feel exceptionally good.

Breaking the kiss you were sharing, you murmured against his skin. "Be gentle with me."

His green eyes sparked as he lay you down on the bed. The world outside the room ceased to exist; all that mattered now was this intimate connection between you and Arthur. The way his hands ran past your body and his fingertips danced down your skin, the way his scent enveloped you entirely like an embrace, the way he sunk deep into your core, letting out a shuddering moan.

If there had been pain initially, it soon ebbed away at his gentleness. He allowed you time to adjust, panting heavily above you while his eyes sought out yours. When you felt he was able to move again you gave an encouraging nod. He followed your command without a pause, gently thrusting his hips, first shallowly but deeper and deeper as time and your body allowed.

There was an experimental thrust of his hips, followed by another moan from his lips. His eyes squeezed close and his face contorted in ecstasy. As he slowly started to pick up a pace, murmuring obscenities about how good this all was, you suddenly realized that this might be his first time as well. As your bodies entwined and he gently rocked inside of you, you arched your back, spreading your legs to give him a little more access to rock deeper inside.

Arthur bit his lip and grunted. Another thrust, this time firmer, bolder. He hit a delicious spot deep inside and your walls fluttered around him as a result. It tore another deep moan from him. Again.

“There,” you pleadingly said, “there.” He obliged, seeking the right angle and thrusting inside of you with deep strokes.

“Is that good, princess?” You heard his low voice rasp. He sounded nearly dangerous now, voice drenched with lust. “Do you like my cock deep inside your pretty little cunt?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, hardly able to speak as pleasure overtook your body. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock, gripping him like a vice, making him grit his teeth and groan.

“Hmm, too tight, princess,” the low murmur sounded near your ear. He was bent over you, rutting into you like a frenzied animal. You loved this wild side of him, his forceful thrusts. They helped sent you over the edge.

The intensity of your shared passion was overwhelming, yet you both navigated your newfound intimacy with care and tenderness. Your breaths mingled, hearts racing in unison as you reached the peak of your shared experience, an exhilarating crescendo that left you both breathless.

Exhausted and content, you held each other close, your body pressed against Arthur's as he cradled you in his arms. As the adrenaline subsided, you looked into each other's eyes, warmth and affection radiating between you.

"Was this…your first time too?" You gently ran a knuckle past his cheek, caressing him as you softly whispered your question.

His green eyes held yours even as he nodded, barely able to speak as he muttered, "Yes...” A pause, a bob of his throat as he swallowed. And then an admission. “I love you so much."

He buried his face against your shoulder, cradling you close to his chest. His brown curls brushed past the skin of your jaw. A smile formed on your lips as you basked in the feeling of being held in the afterglow. It felt good to be held by this man. It felt good to have been pleasured by him and to know you’d given him pleasure in turn.

You knew that something truly special had just transpired, a moment of beautiful vulnerability shared between two souls in a world where such tenderness was all too rare.

“Happy Halloween,” you whispered.

~ Fin ~

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butterfly-writer · 9 months ago

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Could you do Jinx x male reader where Jinx is running from enforcers and runs into reader who helps her out?

A Little Help

Jinx x Male!Reader Summary: Jinx runs away from Enforcers and has a little help from a cute boy.

★☽A/N: Absolutely! It's a little bit short but it's probably still as enjoyable as most of my writing!

Contents: FLUFF

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“Haha! I’m so fucked!” Jinx laughed to herself as she ran as fast as she could away from the Enforcers. The two Enforcers that were chasing her were old and fat, no match to her better physique. She continued to run into a busy crowd to cut the Enforcers from her tail which was successful. She took a breather in the middle of the busy street. She was glad they were fat and slow.

With a sigh, she walked with the crowd’s direction, unaware of other Enforcers seeking her. She was tired, she was ready to go back home and work on some inventions. Just for a few more miles, she would already be back at her place. She wondered what she would eat later. Perhaps buying food from the street? She took a look at all the street food on her left and right.

Suddenly she felt uncomfortable, like a piercing glare was burning her from behind. She quickly turned around and saw a tall Enforcer. It wasn’t the same pair from earlier, it was at least three Enforcers! All of them were much better fit, which gave her a slight disadvantage.

With a curse under her breath, she quickly picked up her pace and started to sprint. Soon, she started to run as she felt the Enforcers caught their eyes on her, recognizing her. She actually took a lot of effort to get rid of them off her tail but no matter how much she ran, or how much she turned left and right, they always managed to find her. This was turning bad, she felt panicked.

As a last resort, she turned into a street that she never went to. She may have lived in Zaun for a long time, but she hasn’t been there. It looked more shady than the other streets. The Enforcers were still on her tail, so she kept the same pace. She ran a bit too fast and bumped into multiple people.

She was so close to the end of the street until she bumped into a male figure. She was about to fall backwards when the figure held her to prevent her fall. She looked up to see pretty eyes, staring at her. They were mesmerizing. She was about to zone out when she heard the yells of the Enforcers.

As another last resort, she quickly grabbed the male by the shoulders. “Help me hide!” She pleaded. The boy was confused, his head slightly tilted. He was quite confused why she needed his help. He then realized when he saw the Enforcer inching closer. Thinking of all kinds of ways to hide her, he decided to be quick with a certain idea.

Swiftly, he gently grabbed her waist and turned her around. Noticing her very noticeable hair, he grabbed it and made a quick bun. The Enforcers may be close, but they couldn’t see what he was doing. Then, he bent down, his face inches away from hers. She quickly blushed at how close he was to her. She was skeptical of what he was doing. She was about to knock him off but didn’t when she saw the Enforcers close by. She allowed herself to be held by him.

She felt a bit flushed. He was holding her so gently. He was gentle with her, like she was a delicate flower. He didn’t look at her though, he continued to watch the Enforcers go by without notice. She was glad he was quick with his idea, despite how skeptical she was at first.

Once the Enforcers were out of sight, he let go of her. She couldn't help but miss the warmth his hands brought. She wanted to say thank you, but was a bit embarrassed to. He noticed her embarrassed look and just nodded, a soft smile across his face.

“You're welcome” was what he said before walking away from her. From that day forward, she found a new toy to be obsessed with.

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familyvideostevie · 2 years ago

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Omg James idea, so rich boy James, that’s it, THAT is the idea, please go mad and mental with it pls pls pls

ok i know you probably wanted him to be cocky or maybe something filthy but this just HAPPENED so i'm SORRY!!!! i think he's too nice here. but what can i say, i need a nice boy atm. maybe i need to try something filthy and flirty with rich boy james later... | rich!james always pays for you. it's getting on your nerves. angst to fluff, 1.4k

You talk it through in your mind before you and James enter the restaurant. You're here to pick up takeaway and bring it back to his place for a movie night -- and you are determined to pay. You have cash in your pocket, ready to produce before he can even whip out his wallet.

It's silly, sure. But James always pays for you. And you know the reason why -- he's rich. You've always known that, even before you were together. Weekends at the country club with his parents, stories of holidays to places you've only dreamed of. His clothes are always a brand you've never heard of, beautiful shirts and creased trousers. Leather shoes and bags, a nice watch, and gold signet ring on one pinky. His flat is beautiful and far too big and you're not sure who pays the rent.

Sure, you thought he was an asshole at first. Most people do. But as you got to know him you found that he's always generous. He picks up the tab most nights out, always offers to get dinner for the boys when everyone is too busy to go to the shops, buys nice but personal presents for holidays and birthdays and just because. And you? Sometimes you think he's trying to buy you the world. And they're not empty, hollow gestures. He's loving in every way possible -- picking you up out of the blue and leaving you notes to find after he's left your apartment. His touches are free yet priceless, his hand on your elbow or your back or in yours worth a thousand dinners. James Potter was born to love, he's exploding with it everywhere he goes, and you feel incredibly lucky to be on the receiving end of it.

But the git won't let you pay for dinner. Ever. And you don't know how to bring it up with him. Is it because he thinks you can't? No, that's not James. Is it because he thinks you don't want to? Also stupid, also no. But it feels like you have something to prove, to show him that you want to do this, too.

But James being James, he finds a way to thwart your attempt.

"Pickup for Potter?" he says to the counter, one hand firmly in yours. You reach into your pocket, primed and ready. But before you can, he's handed a large paper bag and waved off.

"Don't we need to pay?" you say. James looks at you with mild interest.

"Did it when I ordered," he says. "Thought we'd want to get home fast as possible." You blink at him as your plan dies a slow death.

"Oh," you say.

"Thank you!" James calls to the restaurant, pulling you out the door and down the street back to his place. He doesn't try to chat with you, happy to stroll through the evening, swinging your hands as you walk. You, on the other hand, are trying to sort through the frustration you're feeling. Is it fair to be mad at him for this? In the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal. Right?

But your mood remains in flux when you get back, as James unloads the food you've ordered onto his cozy kitchen table. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks you. You realize you haven't said a word to him.

"James," you say, sucking in a big breath. "Can I ask you something?" He stills at your tone then runs a hang through his hair.

"Course," he says. "Anything." You sit and he follows, choosing the chair next to yours rather than across, the food forgotten for now. You cross your arms and your knee bounces up and down.

"Why don't you let me pay for anything?" You look at your hands as you say it. "I know you're rich, James, and that's fine, but it's making me feel like you think I can't, or that I shouldn't, or that I don't want to--"

James's hand is heavy on your knee, stilling it. You look up and find him staring at you, looking a few shades away from heartbroken. Like he can't believe he's made you think any of that.

"No," he says, breathily. "No, that's not it at all." You wait. He seems to be searching desperately for the words. "I know that you can, but I don't want you to waste money on me--"

"It's not a waste," you interrupt. "If mine's a waste on you then yours is a waste on me."

"I mean, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let you pay?" he tries. "That's not how you should be treated--"

"I think I can discern how I should be treated just fine, James," you say tightly. "Money doesn't mean anything." James scrubs his face with his free hand before flipping the palm on your knee up, begging for your touch. You grant it, though you don't totally want to continue this conversation. You're not sure that it's a fight worth having to begin with, but you're still frustrated.

"I'm not doing this right," he mutters. His shoulders go back as he sits up straight and he circles your hand in both of his, thumb stroking the top. "Look," he says, his dark brow furrowed. "I've got more money than I know what to do with. You know that. I didn't earn it, I don't need it, but I have it. I like to spend it on the people in my life that I love -- the people in my life that matter to me." He brings one big, wam palm to your cheek. You lean into the touch. "And that's you, darling," he finishes softly. "You're right that it doesn't mean anything. I know you'd be with me if I lived out of my car. I'd do everything I could to make you happy no matter my circumstances."

You sigh, turning your head so your lips brush the edge of his hand. He knows that, at least. That you'd love him with or without the money. "But, you're not going to let me pay for things, still?" James shakes his head, scoots his chair closer to yours. His knees slot between yours in a way that must be uncomfortable for him, but he doesn't seem to case so long as he's close.

"You can pay for whatever you want." The thumb on your face swipes under your eye. James touches you with tenderness you didn't know existed. "It's not that I don't think you can, or want to. I'm sorry that I made you think that. I know you want to..." He tucks his chin into his chest just a little bit.

"I want to take care of you, James," you murmur. "Partners take care of each other."

"I know," he says, looking at you again. "And you do. You take such good care of me. You remind me to bring my keys, you have my favorite tea in your cabinet, you run those magic fingers through my hair when I'm being a right asshole." He squeezes your face gently and you smile.

"Those are easy, James," you tell him. You mean it. Loving him is easy, always has been.

"And paying for your meals, or clothes, or anything you want is easier," he says firmly. "You know, one time Remus said to me that love isn't something that needs to be repaid. And he's right. But if I can use my stupid fortune to make you happy and comfortable then I will."

You pull his hand from your face and lean in so that your foreheads touch. "I'm getting dinner next week," you tell him. He huffs a breath and you feel it on your mouth.

"Whatever you want." He kisses you a little harder than you expected, his hand moving to the back of your head to keep you from falling back in your chair. You consider climbing into his lap right there, your worries assuaged for now, but then the kiss is over before you can move.

"Was this a fight?" James asks, turning to the cooling food. He remains in the chair next to you rather than moving across from you like a normal person. "If it was, does that mean we get to have make-up sex?"

You laugh, digging your knee into his thigh. "Let me eat the pasta my rich boyfriend bought for me first." He sighs dramatically, but he's smiling.

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boydepartment · 1 year ago

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Can u do jay is the type of guy??

jay is the type of guy…

a/n: i’m working on requests tonight 💙 i felt a little better after my pms slump so i wanted to get as much as i could done. i’m really glad you liked the mini series so much that you wanted to request jay! 💙

MASTERLIST

warnings- none just fluff

wc- 250-300

other members part-

jungwon heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo ni-ki

song- we don’t believe what’s on tv by twenty one pilots

jay is the type of guy who…

🦅 to get inspiration he goes onto the street to play guitar for people. as he strums away on the guitar, you put money in his guitar case. he looks up at you dumbfounded.

🦅 begs you to take your money back, you look at him funny until he immediately drops the ball that he’s an idol.

🦅 blushes when you tease him about his idea to get inspiration. jay blushes even more when you tell him you think it’s cute.

🦅 starts playing on the same street in hopes to see you again. when he does jay gives you his number immediately, not wasting any time. that not wasting any time mindset leads him into becoming close with you fast.

🦅 wants to impress you the first time you come to the dorm. you’re known as “jay’s imaginary friend” the members not believing you exist. you can imagine their shock when jay cleans the entire dorm and cooks your favorite meal and you actually showed up.

🦅 asks you out officially on that day, it was over a glass of wine and a movie. he made sure to let you pick the movie so it buttered you up even more. not that you needed to be buttered up. he charmed you since you heard him playing guitar on the street.

🦅 takes you on family vacations. his whole family loves you. even while jay is touring sometimes you will hang out with his family. he made sure that even when he’s not there physically- you’re still cared for.

🦅 is willing to drive to the store in the middle of the night if you’re sick. you need food? he’s on it. need to go to the ER? the car is already packed. you want him to stay home and cuddle you? he’s definitely on it.

🦅 makes time for you even though he is busy a lot. jay always makes sure to have one day with you a week. you both cook together, he will sometimes play the guitar for you, sometimes you’ll take a walk together. he loves to mix it up, as long as he is with you, jay is happy.

🖤🦅 jay is the type of guy to drop anything for you. especially if something’s wrong or you’re sick. he cares for you like no other and he’d do anything in his power to make you happy.

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happybird16 · 1 year ago

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Gojo x reader but not necessarily romantic. Silly fast food themed fluff but also i'm a little bit evil.

"What did you just say?" you ask incredulously, unable to hide your surprise at Satoru's admission.

The two of you are on your way back from a mission, the thrill of the battle still lingering in the air. Satoru had handled it himself with his usual confidence, while you had watched, impressed by his skill. You walk along a bustling sidewalk, the aroma of fast-food restaurants wafting through the air. Satoru, engrossed in his flip phone, has casually dropped a bombshell, and you can't ignore his words.

Satoru's head jerks up, his striking blue eyes meeting yours, confusion evident in his expression. "What? McDonald's? I've never had it," he replies, his tone laced with nonchalance as he emphasizes his words with an uneven shrug. He then returns to typing on his phone, a smirk playing on his lips. You can almost picture him boasting to Geto about how swiftly he dealt with the spirit.

"How is that even possible?" you exclaim, unable to comprehend the idea. "Everyone’s had McDonald's. The stores are everywhere; it's kind of unavoidable, even if the food is garbage." You playfully elbow him in the side, a mischievous smirk on your lips. "What, is it too cheap for your fancy rich-boy palate?"

"Nah," Gojo chuckles, elbowing you back in a playful manner. The two of you continue walking, navigating the busy Tokyo streets toward the train station. "Wasn't allowed to eat any of that stuff growing up."

"Really?" you inquire, memories of the delicious meals your childhood friend's mothers used to prepare flooding your mind. Satoru’s shoulders stiffen, his grip on his phone tightening involuntarily. You realize he wasn't allowed to have friends either. "Uh, forget I asked."

He looks away, his gaze fixed on the distant skyline. "They had me on a specific diet," he confesses quietly. "Even as a kid."

Despite his confident demeanor, it's easy to forget how little agency Satoru had over his own life. The realization makes you sad, something cold filling your chest. "You never wanted to try anything else? Ice cream? KFC?"

“Not really,” Satoru shrugs unevenly, though you sense he’s not being entirely truthful. “Sometimes I could convince the chef to make something sweet for me. I’ve had ice cream; she would make that occasionally if I asked.” His lips stretch into a forced smile, but beneath the surface, there’s a hint of profound sadness, casting a shadow over his features.

"Yeah, but that's not the same as ice cream from a truck. Or a milkshake. It's about the experience.” Suddenly, an idea strikes you, and you grasp Satoru’s bicep tightly, determination in your eyes. "Hey, come on, I just had an idea!"

"Wha- hey," Satoru squawks in surprise as you tug him behind you, trying to keep pace. "Where are we going?" he asks, his curiosity piqued.

You shoot Satoru an enthusiastic grin, your mind racing with excitement. “We’re going to fix this McDonald’s-shaped gap in your life experience!” you declare, leading him back along the sidewalk. Pulling out your phone, you quickly shoot out a couple of texts as you rush along the sidewalk. “Plus, it's getting late and I'm starving!”

“I don't know-” Satoru starts to protest half heartedly. He's a lot larger and stronger than you, you know for a fact that he could resist your pull or break your grip if he was really against it, but he doesn't. There's excitement blooming in his features, his smile wide and genuine.

“Come on, I'm paying. You can get whatever sounds interesting.” You see him start to protest again. “I don't think mommy and daddy will be happy seeing the charge on their credit card.”

“Fair point,” Satoru concedes. “Fine, but I'm paying you back somehow.”

You laugh, enjoying his playful banter. “Deal! Maybe you can repay me with some special training sessions,” you suggest with a teasing glint in your eyes. Satoru raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposition.

As you step inside McDonald's, the inviting aroma of fast food fills the air. Satoru looks around, his expression one of confusion, as if the entire place is completely foreign to him. Following your lead, he joins you in the rather large line forming along the front of the store, his curiosity piqued by the menu.

"You're definitely going to want a burger. And some fries. I'll let you have some of my chicken nuggets," you suggest, guiding him through the menu choices. His enthusiasm grows as he places an order for a variety of items.

Since it's busy, it takes a little while to get your order once it's placed. The two of you find an empty booth along the back of the store, trying to fit comfortably. It's almost comical how poorly Satoru fits in the booth, his knees banging against the bottom of the table.

"Hey guys," Shoko greets you coolly, sliding into the booth next to you and promptly picking at the fries before you can even have one.

"You guys got here fast," you reply, a hint of amusement in your tone.

"You say that as if the two of you didn't both text us to come," Geto replies, sliding in on Satoru’s side with a playful grin.

"Such a momentous occasion deserves an audience," you reply with a smirk, the shared laughter and camaraderie filling the small corner of the bustling restaurant. “Now the whole class is here!”

Satoru grins, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he awkwardly settles into the cramped booth, making room for Geto to fit better. The table is cluttered with an array of fast-food delights, from burgers and fries to chicken nuggets and shakes. Despite the limited space, there’s an air of camaraderie as you all dig into the feast.

“Aren’t you guys going to order too?” Satoru asks, his mouth full of fries, his eyes widening almost comically after the first bite. “Oh my god, that’s good.”

Geto snorts loudly, burying his face in his hand, trying to contain his laughter.

“Did you think all of this was for the two of you?” Shoko smirks, teasingly raising an eyebrow.

“They texted me their orders. Why do you think I ordered four milkshakes?” you chime in, a playful glint in your eyes.

Satoru pouts, although the effect is stifled by the fact that he’s still chewing on a mouthful of fries. “So I could try a bunch of flavors?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll try our drinks no matter what,” Geto remarks, struggling to keep a straight face as he watches Satoru’s excitement.

Shoko, sitting next to you, smirks playfully. “So, Gojo, what’s the verdict? Enjoying your first McDonald’s experience?”

Satoru takes a triumphant bite of his burger, chewing thoughtfully before grinning widely. “I have to admit, it’s not bad at all. These nuggets are surprisingly addictive,” he says, his enthusiasm contagious.

Geto chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “I never thought I’d see the day when Satoru Gojo indulges in fast food. Truly, a historic moment. I’m taking you to KFC next.”

Satoru nods distractedly, his eyes lighting up with delight as he sucks down his Oreo milkshake with fervor, clearly lost in the bliss of the moment. He looks like a small child, thriving on nothing but greasy food, sugar, and attention. “I think I've died a second time,” he quips between sips, a playful glint in his eyes.

You all share a laugh, the atmosphere remaining light and easygoing despite the passage of time. The evening stretches on, filled with laughter, stories, and the clinking of soda cups, creating memories that will stay with you long after the night is over.

“I’m surprised you guys came,” you comment much later, your voice laced with gratitude. Except for some of the fries, the food has pretty much been finished, and the table is bare but for wrappers and cups at this point. Satoru is still working on the remains of Geto’s milkshake, having already finished off yours and Shoko’s. The sun is low, casting a warm orange glow through the windows. The store is mostly empty now, and the initial energy and excitement have faded. “You two always seem so busy lately.”

"It is our final year," Shoko replies, her voice gentle yet weary. You notice the bags under her eyes have grown larger since the last time you saw her. "Though, to be honest, I mostly came because he's probably going to regret this in a couple of hours, and I want to be there to laugh at him."

The loud, airy straw-sucking abruptly cuts to silence. "Huh?" Satoru asks, his confusion evident.

Shoko replies flatly, "You're probably going to shit yourself later."

"Nuh-uh!" Satoru protests loudly, and the two of them engage in a playful squabble, their banter filling the air.

Concerned, you turn your attention to Geto. He’s seemed off lately, distracted, and it takes a couple kicks to his leg to gain his attention. "Don't you have a big mission tomorrow morning? In a village a couple of hours away?" you inquire, your worry palpable in your voice.

"Yeah," he admits, offering a tired smile while absentmindedly scratching the back of his head. "I should probably already be in bed, but..." He pauses thoughtfully, his gaze shifting among the group. "...this is worth it."

"Yeah," you hum in agreement, feeling a deep sense of camaraderie with your friends. These moments remind you of the profound bond you share, forged through battles and shared experiences. As you continue to chat and enjoy the remnants of your meal, you can't help but revel in the profound sense of contentment that washes over you. Surrounded by friends, indulging in a simple pleasure like fast food, you savor the moment, cherishing the genuine connections that make life's challenges easier to bear.

You never want this to end.

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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the-fluff-piece · 1 year ago

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Tropetember 11

Modern day restaurant - enemy colleagues to lovers

You work at baratie - for some reason, Sanji hates you.

But when you meet outside of the restaurant, things change

Sanji looked like a literal popstar: handsome face, great physique. But he was your worst nightmare. He was the collegue that hated your guts.

You salted too much or too little, you weren't fast enough, he even nagged you about how you cut tomatoes for a simple salad. A real ass. He had adored you for a full two minutes before learning that Zeff had hired you to bring innovation to Baratie, pushing Sanji from his throne as the restaurants golden boy.

Every day was a fight against him. Zeff hired you because you graduated top of your class in one of the best schools for gastronomy. Learning from the best had made you confident that you could survive in this kitchen. Both regarding the work and the tough tone, but Sanji got to you.

You were just preparing fish as the hair on you neck raised - Sanji alarm.

As you cut the Filet, you heard a "tssk", already setting you off.

"This is a gourmet restaurant, not a butcher shop" He hissed.

"Oh really? Than why do you act like this was a cheap speed dating event every night, you pervert?" Your little burn earned you a chuckle from the other cooks.

In a second, Sanji was behind you, his hand on yours, grabbing the knife with your hand. In seconds, he had perfectly prepared the filet, the movements of his hands were precise and practiced.

"That's how you do it" He said and swaggered away again.

"I could have done it by myself, you stuck up jerk" you shouted behind him, gesturing with the knife.

"It's a long time until you can dance with the big boys, little girl" He answered as he vanished into the dining area, doubtlessly planning to chat up some poor woman.

Your heart was pounding hard. You would show him. Somehow.

Sanji

When he first saw her, she looked like any other girl. Cute, pretty. But now, she made his skin crawl. New shooting star at the restaurant? From some fancy school? And Zeff loved her every idea. But Sanji knew her kind - only a great career in mind but no respect for food, no character. No heart. He couldn't respect her as a cook.

But she was good, if he didn't watch out, he'd stay behind. He couldn't deny that she brought exciting ideas and techniques to the table, but he didn't have to openly admit it, either. He had learned his trade the hard way, from Zeff. He would take over the restaurant one day, not her.

He had sworn to himself to never treat a lady badly, but she got to him. Little miss perfect. She was a great cook, she had a quick mouth and a drive that was hard to ignore. He loved their little shit talking duels more than he would want to admit. It was exciting him more than a new lady guest these days.

Zeff tried to keep them separate, to minimise fighting, and for a few busy hours he forgot she was there. Almost. He more than once turned around, having heard adorable little sighs - only to see that they belonged to her.

When it got late and the restaurant emptied, he went outside for a smoke. Enjoying the cool air, having a moment of silence.

"Psspss!" He heard.

Carefully, he peered into the dark alley behind the restaurant. Was that y/n? Did she feed...stray cats?

You

What a shift. It was a hard job, but it made you proud. Time for a break.

The night before you had seen a group of stray cats in the streets. You took the cuts from the fish and chicken, that would be thrown away, and waited in the alley.

Soon, a big, burly red tabby cat, one eyed and dirty, approached you.

"Psspss!" You held your hand out. The stray came cautiously nearer and sniffed your hand. You put a plate with the leftovers on the pavement in front of him, and after a short inspection he began to eat the scraps.

"Good little tigger!" You scratched his ear carefully. You have decided to call him tigger, like the one from winnie the pooh!

"What's that?" A harsh voice asked. It was Sanji, his chef's attire was unbuttoned and a cigarette smouldered in the corner of his mouth.

Fuck, not that guy!

He took the scene in with scrutiny, no doubt thinking how to report to Zeff that you were feeding vermin behind the restaurant.

"It's not what it looks like!" You tried to defend the situation. "It's...uhm" But you couldn't think of anything.

"You're wrong, lady!" He looked angry, intense.

"His name is Garfield!" Sanji passionately petted the cat.

"What?"

"Garfield. He likes lasagna." Sanji smiled now, a relaxed, happy smile. To Die for.

"Didn't know you were into stray cats" He said, still running his hand through the cats thick fur.

"They're poor things, I can't ignore them" you said, still unsure what to think.

For a while, you Two just watch the little feline devour his dinner. He snorted and spewed like a little pig,.it made you giggle.

You hadn't expected that a posh guy like Sanji would even touch a dirty stray.

"You know, I've been feeding him, too. He has a few friends as well, but they're shy." He said, looking at you with an new softness in his eyes.

"I gotta say, didn't think you liked animals." He muttered more to himself than you.

"Of course. They need help, so I help them" it was a simple fact. You watched as garfield/ tigger finished his meal and vanished into the night again.

"Well, break is over." You collected the plate and turned to go back into the kitchen.

"Stay a little" Sanji said, his voice sounded genuinely charming, promising that he would make it worth your while.

So you stayed while he smoked.

"You know, when I was small I would cook for the Rats in my parents house" He said, making you chuckle.

"Rats?" You asked, unbelieving.

"Yeah, it's true" He winked at you, suddenly a full gentleman, "vermin in our house."

"Did they like it?" You asked, imagining him cooking little meals.

"They didn't complain" he looked sheepishly at you.

"That sounds so sweet" you said. He laughed.

"Normally, people call it disgusting" he sounded a bit sad.

"Well, I think it's cute. Rats are cute" you stated.

"They are!" He agreed.

A conversation about rat paws ensued, about their little button eyes and how intelligent they where.

When Zeff called you inside from your break, you both returned to the kitchen for cleaning the place up.

When everything was done and it was time to go home, he waited for you.

"Need a lift home?" He asked, standing in front of his car. It was old, used and bruised.

"Why not" you rounded the vehicle and sat in the passenger seat. After cleaning out a bag, empty bottles and some perfume.

"Yeah, sorry about that, didn't think I'd drive a lady home" He said, looking embarrassed.

"I'm used to it. You should see my dad's car - it's full of straw and smells like dog." You said.

"Good man!" He laughed.

The drive home was a bit awkward, you were still getting used to him being nice.

"Sanji, why are you so nice all of a sudden?" You asked.

"There we are" you said as the car pulled into youe road.

"If garfield likes you, you must be OK." He said, as if a cat could explain his sudden change in demeanor. Leaving out the part that his anger had partly been because of the sheer need to kiss her that he couldn't explain. Or his need, right now, to reach over and grab her thigh.

"That's my house" you pointed to a grey apartment building.

"I'll bring you to your door."

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And that's it for today because life has a way of happening and I have no time to continue at this point, I am so sorry.

My own little cat needs to go to the vet and I hope it turns out OK 😔

Taglist

@yeeeeezly @waitingmydemons @stariski @livwritesfics @violetmatcha

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #x you #tropetember #modern day au #one piece

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flowerandblood · 1 year ago

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The Golden Cage (4/5)

[modern! mafia boss • Aemond x female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, angst, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond works with the mob and finds a new accomplice. His attention is drawn to his daughter, trying to isolate herself as much as possible from their criminal underworld. Angst, domination kink, a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Several weeks had passed since their kiss and what she'd told him; he did not come to their house, contacting her father only by phone. She felt immense satisfaction at the thought that she had finally taken advantage of his weakness and turned it against him.

She thought that he deserved it.

She tried to forget the pleasant feeling and the shivers she experienced when the tips of their tongues touched each other in a wet dance. She pretended to herself that she felt nothing.

One evening, she went with her friends to a restaurant with delicious Italian food; they celebrated the end of the exam session and a short break between semesters. She managed to pass all subjects with very good results and felt that she was finally slowly regaining control of reality.

She thought that one more year and she would leave, cut herself off from it all.

After a few hours and two drinks that made her head buzz pleasantly, she said goodbye to her friends and headed home, exhausted. She glanced at the Uber app, but all the drivers were busy which didn't surprise her on a Friday night. She decided she'd go find a taxi, as there were always plenty downtown.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye across the street and saw a car with two men in it, watching her intently. She felt an unpleasant shiver, but thought that maybe she was just imagining it.

She skirted them, then heard the sound of the car door opening. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that the same men were following her leisurely across the street, a short distance from her.

She felt cold sweat on her back.

Ever since she'd seen the man pointing a gun at her father through the window that day, she'd imagined that someday something would happen to her.

A car would drive past her and someone would suddenly pull her inside, someone would rape her in the park at night, come up to her after class and threaten her. That's why she only walked in the evenings on the main, crowded streets. Now, even with so many people around her, she felt terrified.

She turned into another alley to see if they would follow her, and to her dismay, they did. To make matters worse, there was no free taxi anywhere. She suddenly realized she was near the Black Moon Club.

She felt her heart beating fast, a million thoughts ran through her head. She wondered if this was a good idea, but she had no choice.

She headed towards the club.

She saw from a distance that the same security guards were standing at the entrance as last time, one of them sighed when he saw her.

“Today is also a closed party, little one. No invitation, no entry. Your father is not there today." He said briefly, standing with his arms folded in front of him, he was three times her size and looked down at her with a stony face.

"Just tell Targaryen that the little birdie wants to talk to him." She said quickly, her voice trembling slightly. The man looked at her shocked and opened his mouth to say something, but she was faster.

"Please." She whispered pleadingly.

The man sighed heavily, nodded to his friend, and walked down the stairs, when he opened the door, hard, loud club music could be heard for a moment, the other man pushed her aside with his hand to allow other invited guests to enter.

After a few minutes the first bodyguard returned, this time looking her up and down in some kind of disbelief.

"You can come in." He said and she breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced to the side and saw that the men who were following her were standing by the night lamp, smoking cigarettes, watching her closely.

As she followed him down, she was hit again by the painfully strong music and the suffocating smell of tobacco. It was semi-dark in the club, the lights on the dance floor flickered again and again, stimulating her already terrified and tense body.

She wondered what she was even doing.

She thought that all she could do was beg him on her knees to let her call her father in peace, she just needed to be in a safe place for a while and wait for him there.

The man led her to the back of the club to rooms separated from the rest by glass, apparently some sort of VIP area, from one of the rooms she heard the groans of two people and felt a shiver.

He opened the door for her, and she entered a room that contained only a round table and a long couch surrounding it. The bodyguard closed the door behind her, and the music stopped as if she had suddenly fallen under water. She sat on the couch, only now feeling her legs tremble.

She jumped as Aemond entered the room after a while, he closed the door behind him and looked at her expectantly.

"You're impudent." He said dryly.

She swallowed hard and looked down, embarrassed. She felt her cheeks burn.

"I'm sorry. Two men were following me and I got scared. I didn't know where to go. I just want to call my father from here to come pick me up." She said quietly, without looking at him. Aemond looked at her blankly.

"No coverage here." He replied low.

She looked at him shocked and remembered that indeed, when her father came here she couldn't reach him on the phone. She buried her face in her hands, desperate. There was a tense, awkward silence between them.

“Wait here." He said as he opened the door again, she looked at him, pursed her lips.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry." She said helplessly.

She saw him purse his lips and hesitate. He closed the door, as if he had changed his mind.

She felt her heart pounding loudly.

He was staring at the floor, something in his gaze that terrified her.

"What are you apologizing for?" He asked finally. She swallowed hard, clenching her hands on the couch.

"For how I treated you." She whispered softly. He looked at her and a shiver went through her; he looked like a predator about to rip his prey apart, her breathing quickened.

"Do you realize how thin is the edge you're treading on?" He asked, and she felt her stomach clench, his gaze boring right through her.

She felt something strange in the air, a kind of tension that she couldn't put into words. She felt the air around them thicken and become heavy, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Yes." She whispered in a trembling voice, her chest felt hot, her breathing quick and uneven.

"After what you've done even your last apologies won't be enough." He spoke low, pressing his lips together in such a way that she felt a squeeze between her thighs.

She had no idea what was happening to her.

"If you want me to call your father, apologize properly."

There was a long silence between them.

She knew exactly what he wanted.

What terrified her was that she wanted it too.

For some reason, she felt she needed it.

Relaxation, relief, drop of adrenaline.

"Do you want to show me how you get out of your cage?" She asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. She was referring to words that he had told her at the club that night.

She never forgot them.

She saw his pupil dilate in shock, his body shudder, his tongue hit the inside of his cheek with satisfaction.

"Yes." He said low.

She got up on shaky legs, and sat down on the round table in front of him, sliding off her shoes, which fell with a dull thud to the floor. He looked at her clearly in disbelief that it was really happening, he must have wondered if she would humiliate him again.

He approached her uncertainly, menacingly, lust mixed with madness in his eye. He slid his hand into her hair.

"I don't know if I want to hit you or fuck you more." He hissed as he looked at her pale face. She felt a strong shiver run through her.

She trembled with fear, helplessness, lust and desire, her lips parted slightly.

"I wonder the same thing when I look at you." She whispered.

A smirk appeared on his face as he tilted her head back, his fingers tightening in her hair. He smiled in a way that gave her goosebumps, he looked like possessed by something.

"Come on. Hit me. See what happens then." He hissed, teasing her, knowing she was powerless and at his mercy.

For some reason, she smiled at his words. His brow furrowed at the sight, his mouth tightened, he was about to add something else, obviously annoyed by her expression but she cut him off.

"I've got nowhere to run to. I'll never be safe anywhere." She whispered helplessly, honestly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Maybe it would be better for me if you beat me to death right now."

He stared at her intensely, breathing unevenly, she saw in his eye that those were the last words that he would expect from her. He swallowed hard, his lips slightly parted, as if he was thinking hard about something.

"Give me what I want and I will protect you. You and your father." He spoke low, his voice a little softer.

She stared at him in disbelief, her heart pounding wildly.

For some reason she felt a sudden urge to touch him.

Her trembling hand went up to his face, he pulled away at first, refusing to let her touch him, but then gave in after a moment, he squeezed his eye shut as her fingers brushed his cheek.

"What do you want?" She asked helplessly, even though she knew the answer. He looked at her with eye that could burn cities.

His hand on her hair relaxed slightly, he leaned over her, and to his surprise, she didn't move away. A strong shiver went through her as he simply pressed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.

Something had changed in his gaze, but she didn't know what. His hand slid to the nape of her neck, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

She realized that he wanted her to make the first move.

She lifted herself up slightly and brushed his lips, she thought that they were pleasantly moist and full. She heard his gentle sigh, his lips touching hers timidly, their mouth opened, but barely brushed against each other, making both of them shiver.

She thought that those tender, subtle caresses didn't suit them at all, and maybe that was the point.

Maybe none of what they both said was true.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, and he grunted lowly as she pulled him close. He landed between her thighs, his pulsing manhood pressing against her panties, she felt wet all over, her body trembling with arousal. She thought, surprised, that she wasn't afraid of him, she knew that from the very beginning he had some strange, unexplained weakness for her.

She bit into his mouth greedily, squeezing his lower lip between hers, sucking it. She heard his soft, throaty groan and felt her nipples harden at the sound, she wondered what kind of condition she could get him to since he obviously wanted her so much.

He sucked in a quick breath as her hips began to rub against him, pressing against him, her free hand tightened on his back, holding him close, she could feel his cock throbbing under her hard, thirsty and desperate.

She felt his large hand pull up the fabric of her dress and squeezed her buttock, rubbing it as if to test how soft she was. They both gasped into each other's mouths as his hand slid down the other side of her thigh, to her panties, pushing the material away with his thumb, running over her hot, leaking entrance, she sobbed softly at this sudden delicious sensation.

Hearing this, he barely suppressed a groan that got stuck in his throat, he slid his tongue deep into her mouth and, to her delight, began to massage her with intense, circular motions around her clit, teasing her, making the tension between her thighs unbearable.

His touch was intense, calm and tender, not in keeping with his violent disposition and she was horrified to think that she wanted him to fuck her. She shivered as the tip of his finger slid a little into her, his lips leaving her for a moment with the wet click of their saliva.

“You take birth control pills, right? You're not going to make me wear this rubber shit?” He purred, his finger moving in and out of her in a light, calm rhythm, brushing against her top wall where was the point that gave her the greatest pleasure. She had to concentrate very hard to answer his question.

"Y-yes." She just mumbled, unable to get any more out, a grin appeared on his lips at her words. He slid his finger out of her and started undoing his pants, looking at her expectantly.

"Take off your panties." He said with a note of satisfaction, seeing the state in which she was. She swallowed the humiliation that she felt seeing his expression.

She didn't have the strength to fight back.

She slid the fabric off her hips to the ground, and he grunted in satisfaction seeing this. He placed his large hands on her thighs, massaging them steadily, and spread them out in front of him, both of them were breathing fast, feeling what was about to happen, full of desire and heat.

She leaned back, squeezing her eyes shut, as she felt the tip of his cock press against her insides. She spread her thighs wider, wanting to finally feel him inside her, and he slid a bit into her with a low, guttural groan.

He tightened his hands on her buttocks, slid out slightly, then rooted into her deeply, to the very end, filling her tight walls so much that she gasped, letting out a small sound of delight.

She could feel him throbbing aggressively inside her and unable to take it anymore, she began to move her hips towards him, lowering herself against him, feeling pleasant, hot waves of pleasure all over her body. He clamped his hands on her buttocks tighter, stopping her, pressing his face to her neck.

"Wait." He whispered helplessly, twitching inside her greedily, panting softly and she realized then that he was on the verge of coming inside her.

She stroked his hair, for some reason feeling the need to soothe him, embracing him, and after a moment she inhaled the air in surprise, feeling that he returned the hug. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing deeply.

She shivered and moaned in surprise as he felt him begin to move timidly inside her, rubbing her where she needed it, her hands tightened on his buttocks, wanting to feel him more and deeper.

"Harder." She mewled softly, and his hand tightened on the fabric of her dress. He grabbed her hair, this time more gently than before, lifting her head, forcing her to look at him, still moving inside her.

"In a moment. Let me enjoy yourself." He whispered, and she felt a thrill of pleasure run through her at his words, her heart pounding hotly.

His thumb brushed over her lips, lingering on her lower one, parting her slightly, his thrusts slow, sticky and loud. His hand slid under her strap and slid down her dress, exposing one of her breasts to him.

He leaned in, shoving her nipple into his mouth, she moaned loudly in surprise as his hips suddenly began to move faster and harder inside her, the perverted, wet slaps of his thighs against her buttocks resounding over and over again in the room.

She pressed his face against her breast, feeling a shiver of pleasure every time his tongue teased her nipple, she knew that if she kept going like this, she would come.

Her hips responded greedily to his thrusts, impaling on him, allowing him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. They both gasped helplessly, his mouth letting go of her breast as he pressed himself against her wet, lust-swollen lips again.

They began to lick each other with the tips of their tongues, fucking each other more and more brutally, low, uncontrollable moans escaped from their mouths.

"Is it so fucking hard? Is it so fucking hard to be my good girl like you are now?" He gasped into her mouth, his fingers gleaming tight around her hips, her fingers intertwined in his hair.

She moaned in pleasure at his words, feeling a pleasant shiver run through her, feeling her core clench tighter around him. He imposed a fast, intense rhythm, he rooted into her pushing apart the moist, fleshy structure of her insides.

One of his hands released hers, sliding down, his thumb teasing her clit, rubbing against her once in a while, not giving her what she needed. She pursed her lips, pressing her forehead against his, looking pleadingly at him. His face was impassive, he was breathing heavily with her, his gaze black.

"Apologise. Apologize like the good girl you are. I know you can." He hummed with satisfaction, feeling how she tightened on him every time he rooted his swollen cock inside her again.

Her lip quivered, her nipples all hard and showed through her dress, betraying how desperate she was. The tip of his nose brushed hers encouragingly as if to embolden her, their bodies hitting each other with a wet slap.

"I-I'm sorry." She sobbed softly, helpless, her hips responding greedily to his every thrust. "I'm so terribly sorry."

He kissed her passionately upon hearing this, his thumb immediately began to massage her more intensely and faster, a strong shiver went through her. She moaned sweetly into his mouth, meeting his thrusts even faster.

"Fuck. Such a good girl. I'll reward you. I'll make you come and cum inside you." He whispered in a trembling voice, being on the edge himself.

She moaned into his mouth, tangling her hand in his hair, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Cum inside me, cum inside me as many times as you want." She mumbled quickly and leaned back, feeling her orgasm approaching.

He moaned loudly, surprised by her words, his cock pumping chaotically, loudly, and brutally into her, they both threw their heads back and groaned helplessly as their bodies clenched together in powerful orgasms, his cum gushing in waves into her in hot core. Her walls pressed against him, heightening his sensations.

They both moved for a moment longer, surprised at how wonderful it felt, staring at each other with their mouths parted, she swallowed hard as she thought about what she had done. She saw him smirk at the look on her face and exhaled loudly as if he felt relief for the first time in months.

"So you can make a nice apology if you really want to."

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(bold means I couldn't tag you)

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