#the salesman x reader

[celestiamour]

PLEASE SEND REQUESTS ABOUT THE SALESMAN (squid game) AND SEOKWOO (train to busan) IM BEGGING FLUFF SMUT ANGST YANDERE DARK CONTENT HURT/COMFORT MOST ANYTHING AS LONG AS ITS HIM!! i’m disgustingly down bad for this man because not only would I let him slap me in the face, I would PAY HIM to slap me in the face, pour boiling soup in my lap, spit in my mouth, and then apologize for making a gentleman like him waste his time on a whore like me

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

|| The Salesman || NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The Salesman its a gentlemen. He will ask what you want. A shower, cuddles, water, food? Everything? In what order?. He will also ask if you had a good time or if he was too rough.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: Hands. He likes them cause they are bigger than yours, likes to tangle them on your hair and with your own hands.

Yours: eyes. He is someone who reads people easily, and your eyes alwas gives away what you are feeling.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Big fan of cumming inside you, the Salesman its rather antiquated when it comes to where he should end. He likes to feel your tummy getting bigger with his cum. This mean he will cum and stay inside you till he can go again so he can fill you up again and make you feel fuller.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves when you wear skirts. Has a thing for them.

Its easier to push his hand down between your legs and teas you with that evil smirk, enjoying the feeling of growing wetness you end getting. Will ask you to sit on his lap when you use them or let a pen fall and ask you to get it for him so he can get a look at your ass.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he knows for sure what he is doing. He is handsome and has been handsome all his life. His experience its a big one. Dont be afraid to ask him something if you are inexperience yourself or if you are a virgin (he will melt if you are). As experience as he is, he knows how important its to talk about what someone wants to do during sex. And he talks about sex like the most casual thing in the world.

"So, would you like that position you were watching in that one movie the other night?"

Him: drinks tea

You: burst tea out

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Any position will do for him, it depends on his mood. If he is feeling more dominate, then its dog style, mating press or having tied you up. He likes you to ride him looking at him too. When he feels more loving and gentle, the usual position will do. He likes to look at your eyes while you two do it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Not goofy he is serious when it comes down to sex. Likes to pay attention to you, your expresions, sounds, everything. He also takes note on what you like the most or what position is making you feel the best.

Very well groomed. He likes to be clean and that includes the hair of his genitals. He also believes you will enjoy sucking him off like that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As i repeat myself, it depends.

Its a solid 50% and 50% loving and a wild animal. But he wont ever do something you dont want.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Does not like it but sometimes he cant help it. Specially if he has to be away from you for too long because of work.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• Degradation

• Chocking

• Size-kink

• Dom/Sub

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Any place at his house. Really, the one thing he wanted to do when you first moved in was to have sex with you on every surface he had. He said that way, he would look anywhere in the house and remember you (and how good you felt around him and your moans) he basically gets you blushing hard.

He does not like to be seen unless its to prove that he owns you and no one can touches you or see you. No problem at touching you in a train ride or in a restaurant.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Almost anything. You can be kissing him casually for either welcoming him back or sending him off to work and he has you pinned against the wall in a instant.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wont ever share you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is a giver.

Loves to have you sitted on his face and overstimulate you with his tongue. If you try to move away from him and he is still not done then he forces you to stay down on his face.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

80% of the times he prefers to be fast and rough. He knows you can take it and ends being so proud of it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes them till a centrain degree. Since sometimes he ends havig you before going to work he cant say he dislikes them, but sometimes they are too short and you or him dont cum. He hates these moments and will assure you for the rest of the day by texts how good he is going to make you feel later.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is very open to anything you have to offer to do. Just ask him, he is very casual too so he may ask you something at random times.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Thanks to his physical training for his "work" he has a great one. Its a nice suprise the first time you two went for three rounds without stopping.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does get you some but has the rule that if you use them then you must send him a video or pic. And trust me he will know if you used them and did not obey his rule.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does like to do it from time to time. If you were a brat or broke his toy rule then you must beg to him to let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOW. He only groans but other than that, nothing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even if he does not like it, he would fuck you in the station he works so he can see the wall and remember you two cumming together there. (he did finger you on the bench so thats his favorite spot too).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Hands down, has both, its large and big. You will have problem adjusting to his size at first and even after many times together you still struggle (he loves it).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He knows how to control himself in public but its rather high. Lets say a 8/10. Sometimes its just the carnal need, he gets frustrated at work sometimes and ends thinking about you, getting aroused. When it comes down to loving sex then he is still high on his need but will focus more on you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends when you two had sex. If it was after one of his long days at the station then he would fall asleep quickly (but only after making sure you are well take care off).

[ladyqueendrag]

“How About You Use Your Body To Pay?”

And he definitely used you in the dirtiest way possible; in every position and every piece of furniture until you fainted from pleasure and loss of breath.

But he wasn’t a complete monster. After The Salesman caught his own breath and regained some composure, he picked up your sore and sweaty body bridal-style and placed you gently on his California King sized bed.

Little did you know, in just a few hours, you had quickly turned into an obsession; a delicious kind of forbidden fruit he couldn’t get enough of.

You sleepily turned on your stomach, breathing softly as he watched your relaxed body get comfortable under his sheets… and he couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers along your spine while admiring your beauty.

“And you will continue to pay with your body… over and over again.”

WHO WANTS MORE??? Should I expand on this??

Edited by @queensoybean0724

[peachyxboy]

✧˖° Masterlist ˖⁺‧₊˚ ✧

⊹˙⋆ Lalo Salamanca ⋆˙⊹

Series:

A Love so Sweet, it Hurts

One-shots:

It’s a Salamanca!

HCs & Drabble

TBA

⊹˙⋆ The Salesman ⋆˙⊹

Series:

TBA

One-shots:

TBA

HCs & Drabbles:

⊹˙⋆ Helmut Zemo ⋆˙⊹

Series:

TBA

One-shots:

TBA

HCs & Drabbles:

TBA

[mawlaeina]

Childe is a family man.

Of course he loves his current family—so much that he spoils them everytime he comes home to Snezhnaya.

But recently he’s come to a point where he’s thought of making a family of his own. Sadly, he’s been too busy with his work as a harbinger to even find someone he wants to get to know better.

That all changed though when he saw you comforting Teucer at the lake nearby his family cabin.

When he came to the lake, he wasn’t expecting hearing the sad sobs of his younger brother Teucer. Instinctively, he began to run through the snowy terrain and towards where the cries were coming from.

There he saw you, panicking and reassuring Teucer (albeit timidly). Teucer had clung to you, hugging you tightly as he cried his eyes out on your shoulder, and there you were—knelt to the young ginger’s height as you embraced him, softly patting his back to soothe whatever was ailing him.

Something ticked inside Childe’s head, and before he knew it he was walking towards you with a glint of interest in his eyes.

Childe called out to Teucer, and Teucer let go of you to rush over to his older brother. It put a smile on Childe’s face knowing he was still his younger brother’s favorite. You stood up, and both of you introduced each other.

You say that you were new, having just moved into the neighborhood from Liyue. Currently, you began to work as a tutor for the neighborhood kids, adding that you’ve always liked kids and wanted to help and see them grow up. It gave you such a fulfilling experience.

Oh, you had no idea how that statement made Childe’s blood rush to his head… and pants.

He smiled, saying that he also liked kids, his younger brother Teucer in particular. He asks how you managed to meet Teucer since he usually just stays inside playing with the Mr. Cyclops toys that Childe gave him everytime he returned. You reply that you visited his family cabin because his mother invited you over after helping her with some groceries before.

Teucer randomly began to mention how his brother was single—much to his own brother’s surprise. Who taught him that? Childe thought as he awkwardly laughs it off in front of you, though he secretly hoped you’d take interest in such a topic.

Before any of you could even say another thing, Teucer began to go off again, talking to his brother how pretty you were, and how he liked and wanted you to be another one of his big sisters. You were flattered of course and chuckled at the cute ramblings of the kid.

You asked Childe if this was a normal thing, and Childe responded that he doesn’t usually do this. You began to talk to each other, and Teucer seemed to notice how the two of you got a long so well so quickly.

So he asked you the million dollar question.

“Hey, will you marry my big brother Ajax?” He asks abruptly, stunning you and Childe momentarily.

A blush forms on your cheeks as you began to laugh bashfully, scratching your cheeks with a finger, unsure of how to respond to the child without sounding too bad.

“Uhm… Teucer, we just met.” You say to the young boy.

“But you’ll marry him, right?” He seemed so excited at the thought, and Childe was as well, though he decided to laugh it off.

“Teucer, don’t get too excited now. No one’s rushing for me to get married.” Childe tells his younger brother kindly, though Teucer only pouts.

Oh, but the plans that Childe began to have in his head after Teucer mentioned marriage. He definitely saw a possibility that he could spend a future with you.

Maybe give him some time, get to know him. You’ll definitely find yourself spoiled rotten in the future by this handsome Snezhnayan bachelor.

✦ I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not-

✦ happy birthday to my dearest darling harbinger and husband

[Good lord I just wanna pamper him with kisses in the face]

[dearest-painter]

I need a oneshot of Lucifer fucking tired of child demon weed salesman! reader and child Alastor nonsense and went back to hell and go to his bed with his face buried in the pillow and questioning himself why he bother to take care of them and realized he start to care for them alot.

I GOT YA BROSKI!

TW/CW:The kids almost kill a dude, that’s all

Summary: Apparently the devil himself can care for those who aren’t his wife or daughter! Who knew that!?

Lucifer groaned as he walked inside his ‘house’. Today he to deal with those two little demons causing chaos! They almost got him in trouble by almost throwing that man off his balcony. How did they even get up there!? He laid on his bed as he screamed into his pillow, he felt so childish for doing this but he needed to get his anger out somehow!

Lucifer rolled onto his back as he stared at the ceiling. “Stupid fucking kids….always making my life worse….fuckers could’ve gotten hurt! One wrong move and they would’ve went down with the man!” Lucifer stated to himself as he sighed and rubbed his face. He stopped as he finally realized what he said. Why..was he worried that they would’ve gotten hurt?

He usually never cares for that unless…unless they actually matter and mean something to him. He suddenly sat up. “Fuck! I care for those little things!” He stated as he looked at himself in the mirror, eyes widen. He usually doesn’t care for most people but those two…those two kids now mean something to him..and he doesn’t want them to get hurt.

[matchesarelit]

Squid Game Masterlist

*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni)

Squid Game

Guards

Writings

Big ol' softy (Part 2) (Part 3)

Soft!Guard helps reader escape softness ensues

Seamstress

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you have to teach a lesson in respect.

Chef

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you end up having them all hanging off your every word.

Bridge Engineer

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and when you have to lead a group of guards you end up having them all clinging to you like koalas.

Commands SChMeScHmAnDs

All of the guards being commanded to keep their distance from you, the designer of this year's game rooms as you paint and plan and decorate, but they can't help checking on you.

Fighting

After Fighting that crazed woman and taking your fair share of cuts and bruises you have a smattering of men eager t clean you up.

Sang-Woo

Writings

Mixed messages

Feeling insecure about your relationship with Sang Woo because of the mixed messages he keeps sending you.

The Salesman

Writings

Train Platform**

Stumbling upon the Salesman playing his game after missing your train, and after watching for a while you ask to play next.

[free-for-all-fics]

Squid Game prompts and thoughts. Yeah, I know this fandom may be dead, but these are old and have been sitting in my notes app for a long time so I figure I might as well share them here anyway. Maybe it’ll be revived at some point with season 2, who knows. If anyone is inspired by or uses these, pls tag me. I’d love to read it 💜

1. Since In-ho gave Jun-ho a kidney, what if you, In-ho’s spouse, have an unspecified life threatening disease but couldn’t afford treatment. You’re the motive for In-Ho becoming a dirty cop who takes bribes and later entering the games. After winning and becoming the Frontman, he secretly transfers you to his private quarters on the island while you’re cared for; mostly bedridden, closely monitored, hooked up to tubes and wires with all the medication you need, etc. Maybe you’re put in a medical coma or are otherwise in and out of consciousness/disoriented and lethargic. He spends years using his resources and power as Frontman to cure you. Even if he keeps you sedated to take that edge off reality and make things sort of a blur for you. So you’re in an almost constant stupor where you think you’re dreaming even when you’re awake, etc. He’d try to keep you in the dark about the games and what he does, but what if you know more than you let on? What if Jun-ho inadvertently found you while snooping in the Frontman’s private quarters during his investigation into the disappearances of both you and his brother? (Ep. 5 & 7)?

2. “Isn’t the idea supposed to be ‘you saved my life, now I owe you a debt’?”

“Nope. You saved my life, now I’m your problem.” With either Salesman or Frontman.

3. It’s been a few weeks since your (relative, friend, neighbor, you choose.) went missing. You hear a knock on the door. As you open it, you realize that the man in front of you is not a typical solicitor or salesman. Before you can say anything, he says, “They said you’ll pay the debt.”

4. He’s one of the best recruiters for the games. A mastermind of persuasion and manipulation. He could sell rocks to jewelers, woo any man or woman, and even get away with murder. Until he meets you, his match: The most obstinate, unyielding, stubborn person whom he’s ever encountered. Your personal records tell him you’re not in the best of situations, and yet you’re not falling for any of his tricks or games. There’s nothing you seem to want or need that he can offer you. You keep turning him down, declining everything he claims he can give you, totally uninterested and not falling for any of it. But that just makes you all the more intriguing to him. As frustrating as you are, you’re a challenge. And neither of you are ones to give up easily. Maybe he won’t recruit you to play in the games after all. Maybe your resolve to resist temptation shows him you have potential for something even greater.

5. You’re one of the most aggressive salespeople alive; you steal money from your “customers” but leave an item they want, of equivalent value, behind. You’re threatening the Salesman’s “business” by taking away his “customers”. He has to decide what to do about this. Would he try to get you out of the way? Or Perhaps you could be a useful “business” partner?

6. The world’s most arrogant salesman meets the world’s most ignorant customer.

7. In-ho and Salesman, or In-ho and Jun-ho prompt: After years of struggling to pay off your college tuitions, all your debts are taken care of. Relief grows into suspicion when you come home. An unfamiliar black vehicle is parked nearby. Two men in expensive suits stand up when you enter. How did they get inside? “You’re not an easy person to track down. You know that, right?”

8. You’re behind on payments. A salesman recruits you to do a “housekeeping” job to clear your debt, handing you a card. His “colleague” (The Frontman) will act as your benefactor if you accept. It isn’t until you’re kidnapped and wake up on an island that you find out your task is to act as a forensic cleaner. You’re expected to wash away, disinfect and sanitize every game’s messes, removing all traces of murder and death after bodies are disposed. Not a drop of blood in sight. No human matter or fingerprints left to be found. You haven’t officially met the Frontman, but from what guards have said, you don’t want to know what would happen if he found out you missed a spot. The pink guards and surviving players leave you alone to do your job at the end of each game. But something is wrong. It feels like someone is still there, watching you at all times. What’s also weird is you’re assigned a room close to the Frontman’s quarters and kept separate from the other guards. He doesn’t trust the other guards to leave you be. Basically, you’re the only masked guard who’s a woman during the games. In-ho and/or the Salesman is interested in you and purposely sought you out. What happens?

9. You’re deep in student debt with no hope to pay it off in your lifetime, so you do the logical thing: Fake your death and move to South Korea to live an inconspicuous life under a new identity. The bank can’t really do anything since you’re “dead”. All your paper/online trails have been expertly wiped. So you thought. Some years later, door-to-door salesmen in your area start asking to be let inside. You know that’s not how salesmen do things. Something’s up. This prompts you to move around the country, never staying still too long. Seoul, Busan, etc. you’re on the move the second you feel they’re onto you. Until a man in a gray suit enters your train compartment and slides the door shut behind him. He sits next to you despite there being empty seats. His polite demeanor becomes unnerving. Small talk becomes invasive. He asks rhetorical questions - already knowing everything about you. He’s backing you into a corner. He opens his briefcase to display damning evidence detailing your “past life”, a sly smile on his face. Well, shit. Can’t run or hide on a moving train. And it’s a non-stop trip that will take a few hours. What do you do now?

10. Being In-ho and Jun-ho’s younger sister would include, before and after In-ho’s entered the games? Or maybe a fic where you’re their younger sister and unknowingly in a relationship with the Salesman (as in, you don’t know what exactly he does for work and are in the dark about your eldest brother’s involvement with the games. Your other brother doesn’t tell you much, if anything, about his investigations into In-ho’s disappearance, claiming the less you know the safer you’ll be. To you, your eldest brother is still missing after so many years and Jun-ho is still trying to find him. You haven’t heard from either of them in so long. Recently, Jun-ho has stopped responding to your messages. Now you’re getting worried. You may have to go out there and find your brothers yourself, to hell with the risks.)

[yandere-wishes]

I'm still clinging on to my goal of reaching 6,000 followers by Jan 1st. You know cause I'm delulu. Still 255 more to go lol.

[sincericida]

Andrew Garfield at "Death Of A Salesman" Broadway opening night (2012)

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Snakes likes snakes | The Salesman x Recruiter!Reader

Summary: Reader works like The Salesman, both have a friendship, maybe there is more to it.

Notes: Takes place before S2 and after the end of S1. Grammar mistakes.

If the Salesman had to say it was a different day then he would be lying. It was the a normal day down in the subway, waiting, looking out for the men and women who were his target. To say he was getting boring was a understatment, he craved something different, or at least someone different. He had become so used to the same speech and same fake smiles while working, he was sure part of himself had died long time ago.

"You did not get enough slaps today?" A voice he could point out anywhere asked taking a seat besides him.

"What are you doing here? You know we are not suposs to cross our area"

The person besides him laughted, it was a quiet one, and most likely fake, yet The Salesman found comfort in it.

"Please, like you did not go to my area two weeks ago" You responded checking the peopel who were passing, completly ignorant to him and you, and the danger you two carried.

"That was different, i was ordered to watch over you in case-"

"In case that bulky man tried something? Please, even you can make up a better excuse, just admit you were bored here"

The Salesman took a long deep breath then turned to look at you, your eyes were already on him a smirk decorating your face.

"Believe whatever you want"

"Dont be like that, im here to invite for coffee" You faked to be offended by him "Besides, today is your last one, right? Even if he says no, today you finish your list till the next one comes"

The Salesman nodded, not needing to know how you ended up with that information, the target list of each worker was a secret between them and the organization, he assumed you just calculated the upcoming game.

"Do you think that men will cause us trouble?" You finally asked, there was a small hint of worry, no one would have caught it, but he was different, The Salesman was someone who saw the detail in things but on top of that he was your friend. Even if he never voiced it out.

"Maybe. He has been a pain since he won. He could try for revenge but how thats gonna play has yet to be seen"

"You know, we are really fucked if your maybe turns into a yes. The upperheads will cut off peopel like us. To be sure we dont try anything"

Your words were true. The Salesman had know the risks of this work for years now, even if he was one of the best employees of the organization that did not put him on a safe list. He knew you were good at the work too, but you were also someone realistic, if heads were to roll, his and yours could be one of these.

"Dont worry, i wont let them touch you" He said as a train passed, its sound masking his words from others and only heared from you.

"Carefull, i will think you care for me and all. But same feeling, i have your back"

The Salesman nodded checking his watch then getting up, flexing his neck and shoulders, he did not notice he was under so much stress. He did notice how your eyes seemed to linger and follow his movements. He turned towards you, taking his suitcase and offering you his hand, smiling when he saw your suddend blush.

"What? You still have one name"

"His schendelure is not strict, the hour he should have been here has already passed. Besides, you did say you came to invite me for a coffee"

Not wanting to lose the chance to enjoy some precious time with him you took your own suitcase and his hand. Both started to walk towards the stairs.

"Our usual place?"

"Yes, our usual place should be just fine"

[ladyqueendrag]

“How About You Use Your Body To Pay?”

Part I

Squid Game The Salesman x OF f reader

This is an expansion to the Drabble I wrote

Pairing: The Salesman x OF Reader

Rating:NC-17 but this chapter doesn’t have the sexy part yet 😩 bare with me, you sexy assholes, you!

Warning: smut, stalking, blackmail, dubcon, The Salesman being a sexy creep, reader is an OF girl so ya know, dirty talk, oral, a slap, just dirty, you guys, it’s just filth.

Summary: The Salesman was told to pick the next player… And he messed up badly.

You play the game and win. That’s all they have to do. Play. And just maybe win.

“Good luck.” Said the Salesman to himself in a smug way as his eyes skimmed the streets of Seoul. He was looking for a particular face in the crowd. Your face. He was given a list of names of those down on their luck. And it was finally your turn to play on his list.

He sat down on an empty bench and opened his briefcase, looking at the picture of the girl he was searching for. Your face. He wasn’t going to admit it; quite frankly he wasn’t allowed to admit it, but the second he saw your picture, he felt a little flutter as his eyebrow cocked to the side and a quick tightness in his slacks.

He knew your face, your place of employment, and where you liked to hang out. That was more than enough for him. And if the worse was to happen, he had your home address as well.

He put your picture away in his briefcase and made his way to the foreign bookstore he knew you worked at. The small chime on the door dinged and he heard a soft voice. “Welcome.” A soft women’s voice said in a heavy American accent.

Bingo. He found you.

You never took your eyes off the task at hand, even when greeting customers. You were too miserable to be courteous. You were a struggling woman in the heart of Seoul trying to get by; you moved to South Korea with the prospects of being close to your friends and getting a good job where you didn’t struggle paycheck to paycheck. And then all of that went to shit. After borrowing all the money you could from friends and family back in the states, you picked up a job at a small book store. But that’s wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough to make ends meet.

What is a girl to do who’s shit out of luck and can’t catch a break? You did what you would hope no one ever would find out; you became a camgirl and did sex videos to make money.

You became numb to your schedule. Bookstore for the majority of the day, then rush home and turn on that camera and get naked. Quite frankly in the beginning you didn’t mind it too much. Other than the occasional paranoia of someone you care about finding out what you do, your sex drive made the humiliation tolerable.

You were throwing your usual pity party as you got on your knees and started to sort out books by alphabetical order, not realizing the pair of eyes that were watching you closely. You self-consciously tugged at your mini skirt and pulled up your tight blouse, knowing better you should have packed an additional set of clothes and not worn your “other job’s uniform” to work. But you didn’t have the time today. You never wore such an outfit to the bookshop but you were strapped for time and your work slacks were in the wash.

“Pardon me-“

“AHH!” You screamed and dropped the books as you turned around on your knees, glasses almost falling off your face.

The man in front of you in a suit and tie gave an amused look, smirk plastered on his handsome face as he took a step back.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He said as he squatted down to retrieve a book that made its way in front of him. Your cheeks flushed and you adjusted your glasses as you took in the gorgeous stranger in front of you.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, I startle easily, I think.” You said, trying to push past the embarrassment as he handed you the book in his hand.

“Well, try not to. It’s not like you’re alone here.” The man said as he smirked, knowing full well she was in fact alone today in her day shift.

“Oh, well I actually am today.” You said as you placed one book on top of the other, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

“What? You are?” The man bullshitted in false pretense and even let out a small tsk. “Well, I do apologize for startling you, ma’am.” He gave a smile and held out his hand to you. It was only then that you realized you were looking for support to stand up from the ground. Could this get anymore embarrassing?

You took the stranger’s soft hand and stood to your feet, smiling back until you heard a small pop.

More embarrassing? Well, it just became absolutely, painfully humiliating.

His eyes went wide as he narrowed down to your chest. A button had popped off your top, revealing the top of your breast and the lacy red bra underneath. You slowly looked down at yourself and then brought your gaze up to the man’s surprised face.

“Well, now that I have made a complete and total fool of myself, twice, I’m gonna go back and do my inventory before my skirt falls off or I throw up.” You gave the gentleman a bow and turned around, wanting to drop dead at that very moment.

“Oh, miss, I don’t scare easily. At all.” You turned around, holding the books to your chest like some school girl talking to her crush.

“Actually… I was wondering if I could talk to you for just a second.” He said while slipping a hand into his pocket and placing his briefcase on the floor.

Your eyes went from the briefcase to his face a few times. “Sorry, we’re not soliciting anything at the moment, sir.” You said, pushing the glasses once more up your nose.

He grinned again and you felt your pussy spasm. What the fuck, bitch? Why are you so quickly smitten by any handsome man that shows you interest? But there was something about this man… This Salesman?

“You know, I get that a lot… But I would love to steal a moment of your time.” You bit your lip at his words, your high heels tapping against the tile floor loudly.

And the Salesman couldn’t help but to take in your figure, feeling like a fucking perv at that moment.

“I… I’m-I’m so sorry, I really need to get back to what I’m doing but if you have any questions about any book…” you started to turn around, starting to feel a bit nervous but his voice made you stop on your track.

“There’s no one here… Y/N.”

Your eyes went wide and you were struck with fear. You did not own a name tag for anyone to know your name. What. The. Fuck?

You slowly turned on your heel, removing your glasses and you felt your heart pounding in your ears.

“… Who are you?” You said in a shaky voice. And of course, that caused the man to grin wickedly.

-

………

“You want me to do WHAT, now?!”

You both were sitting on a desk behind the bookstore, your feet tapping once more as you listened to this man’s ridiculous words.

“I’m asking for you to play a game with me.” He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out two envelopes, a red one and a blue one. Why the hell was this man smiling so damn much knowing he was scaring the fuck out of you? And why did he have to be so fucking handsome?

“For money?” You asked, earning a nod from him.

“Against you?” And that earned another nod from The Salesman.

Your eyes went from the envelopes to his eyes, your breath caught in your throat. “What’s the worse that can happen, Y/N?” He asked, cocking a brow as he tilted his head slightly.

You swallowed hard, silence filling the store for a moment.

‘It would be so easy, Y/N. And you can give up your second job.’ You thought deeply for a second. A shaky hand reached up to his, slowly inching up to the red envelope when you stopped yourself.

“… No. No, thank you.” You said and stood up, fearing the worst about this game and where it would lead.

That took The Salesman by surprise and he gave you a confused look.

“Aren’t you sick of working in a bookshop, living paycheck to paycheck with no end in sight?”

So he didn’t know? About your second income? What a fucking relief!

“Actually, sir, I don’t live paycheck to paycheck. Not anymore. Thank you for your offer, but I’m gonna have to respectfully decline. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

‘Second income? She doesn’t have a second income.’ He thought to himself as he placed the envelopes back in his chest pocket.

“There’s no need to lie, Y/N. I know this is your only source of money and you need it badly.”

There was a switch in your brain the second you looked up at the old grandfather clock. It was time to clock out and go to your second job. It was as if another personality took over your body and you slowly turned to face him, a sensuous look on your face as you started to approach the Salesman.

Now it was his turn to swallow hard as he gave you a quizzical look. You strutted to him, hands at your hips until you were inches from him, and then you trapped him against the desk, hands slamming down on each side of the desk.

“If only you knew.” Your voice changed, your nose just a hair away from his and his eyes went wide.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled back away from you.

“I make more than you probably do, sir. Way more… And you don’t wanna know. Trust. Me.” Your nails dragged against the desk and you pulled away from him, leaving the Salesman with confusion and a hard-on he wasn’t expecting.

“Now, lock up!” You threw the store keys at him, his hands barely catching them as you stood tall with dripping sexuality. “I trust you to have a goodnight, dear sir.” You grabbed your Louis Vuitton from beside the desk and strutted away, slamming the front door. And he was so damn confused. A second form of income was not at all in your file.

“Well… That’s a new one.” The Salesman thought to himself, eyes moving rapidly in confusion.

‘She’s lying. And I’m gonna make her play the game. One way or another.’

[peachyxboy]

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[intrepidacious]

hi i think this just broke me 🥲🥲

paper man

warnings: angst, no sad ending, talks of death. unedited drabble that was written in 20 minutes.

a/n: i wanted angst and couldn't find any so i did this myself. will this make it onto my masterlist? who knows. it's 11pm and i have mary by big thief playing. my cat is yelling at me and really killing the sad girl vibe i got going. why does bucky look like a used car salesman in thunderbolts. whatever. love u guys

word count: 660

“If I die tomorrow,” he starts, eyes still staring into the TV.

Your eyebrow quirks. “You're not going to die tomorrow. We're going bowling.”

“If I die tomorrow,” Bucky repeats, and you know he's not with you. He's wandering around the morning fog and thickets of his mind, arm stuck out while he meanders inside a labyrinth.

It's late. He's right on time. You know from experience that his thoughts don't belong to him after the sun sets.

“I–” he begins, and then his mouth clamps shut again.

From across the couch, you shoot him a glance that hopefully conveys understanding. Fast food wrappers litter the worn leather, hurdles between the both of you.

“I don't have a will,” he finally manages to get out.

You let out an exhale, soft.

“Let's make one now?” you offer.

Through his mist, he looks at you. Eyes the way it would be if you tried staring into the sun. Mouth tired, shoulders so low it sinks into dirt.

“I'll write it on my phone. We can do something about it in the morning,” you continue.

Bucky turns back to the TV, and the mindless chatter of late night commercials fills in the silence you leave in your wake.

He could die tomorrow. So could you. So could everyone you knew. It was an occupational hazard you thought he'd made his peace with.

Your phone lies beside you, and you're honestly a little embarrassed that your suggestion was shot down.

Most days you don't know what he needs. Admittedly, he doesn't either. Sometimes slow kisses with his back pressed up against the headboard does the trick. Other days….well, you don't know. He never lets you see those.

You can't blame him. What you both had with each other found a description in the quiet and the twilight. You hadn't even really spent the night in his room.

“I don't have anythin’ to leave,” his voice comes out like gravel, snapping you out of the pit you wanted to dig yourself. “That's the thing. If I die tomorrow, I don't have anythin' to my name. Nothin’ that matters anyway.”

His gaze shifts downward ever so slightly. If the TV wasn't illuminating his face in a pale sickly yellow, you'd see that his cheeks were burning red. His throat feels like it's folded in on itself.

“You got people to leave things for?” you ask, watching him keenly.

He catches your eye, sending a jolt through you. You shift awkwardly on the couch.

“Think so,” he says solemnly. It reads more like a question, with the way he observes you.

“Okay.” You nod. “Then we'll find you things.”

His eyebrows knit together, deepening the crease between them.

“I don't know where to start.” His words sound raw, like a croak.

You watch his head duck again. His body is stiff, and he looks like he wants to crawl out of his skin.

You look around the room, but your eyes land on the paper remains of your dinner. A thought crossed your mind, and you hesitate.

Bucky is too busy trying to see through thick trees and fog. It stretches above him so tall, taking away even what little sunlight crawls through the leaves.

The couch dips next to him and he's snapped out his labyrinth for a second.

Your hand is held out for his. It comes so naturally that he doesn't even remember stretching his palm out to meet yours.

You drop a tiny paper man onto his metal hand. It's twisted together from a napkin and its mangled limbs are uneven.

“Just a place to start,” you tell him softly.

Bucky stares at it while you inch back to your place.

While you shift the channel to something less repetitive and tedious, his fingers wrap around the origami project.

The fog fades in the light of the morning. The trees look a little less daunting.

He's got people to leave things for.

And a tiny paper man.

[chuluoyi]

✎ baby to the rescue

- gojo satoru x reader

in which gojo recruits your baby son to “save” you from a credit card salesman

genre: immense fluff !! baby gojo and dad!gojo shenanigans~

note: based on this and this reel. with this i hereby declare that anything past chapter 235 is null and void HAHA anyway, i truly want to post remarried empress au by this week but since 261 leaks hurt me so much, i need more fluff so have to postpone it to next week :') tagging @karikari19hikariiii <3

a part of gojo's love entries

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Your husband Gojo Satoru... is handsome as hell, which means your baby son is also undeniably good-looking.

"Why do you pout at me?" Satoru poked his squirming baby's cheek while pursing his lips too. "C'mon, smile! That auntie is smiling at you!"

Everyone who passed by them in Shinjuku shopping district turned heads to admire him and his pumpkin just a little longer, and Satoru visibly enjoyed the attention. He smiled back at them, occasionally winking even.

If only they knew how pretty his wife was too...

Wait, no! On second thought, if they know how hot you are, there will be problems!

You had left him to go to the nearest pharmacy to restock some things, while Satoru decided to entertain his baby in the toy section. He basked in the starry-eyed looks people were giving him... until he heard some strange sounds and turned to his baby boy—

—who was chewing the beak of a duck toy with all his might. Satoru was mortified.

"—! Let that go! Your mama will beat me if she sees you eating this!"

Your baby paid him no mind though, desperately pushing the duck into his mouth. Satoru sat him on one of the empty racks and began the tug of war—

"Let go!" he reprimanded. "You're so naughty, gods—!"

Some people were now openly giggling at both of them. His son tried to resist by rolling, and Satoru clicked his tongue. He then yanked the toy away until his baby finally let it go, sniffling sadly that his papa wouldn't let him have the duck.

"Oh, you..." he picked him up again and consoled the pumpkin. "You can't do that, you hear? First, it's not clean. Second, mama will grow two heads to chew you and me both, understand?"

No, your son totally didn't understand a thing. Satoru sighed, seeing his little blue eyes welling up with tears. He ruffled his head and pulled him close. "There, there... I'll get you ice cream, okay? Now let's go."

Satoru was determined to turn his son back into a smiling, happy baby. But just as he was about to head towards the ice cream parlor, he encountered the most unbelievable sight—

"Miss! I guarantee you'll love this credit card features!"

You. That was clearly you, and a salesman (or a bozo, in Satoru's eyes) was trying to bother you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no— thank you—"

Yet the bozo was still persistent, like the pesky fly he was. "You can use it to pay for your monthly beauty treatments! Someone as pretty as you..." He eyed you from head to toe, blinking suggestively. "Oh my! Your skin is flawless! You have to maintain it this way! I can also give you recommendations for—"

You were wearing a flare dress that made you look so young and petite, and obviously, Satoru too was lusting after you. And true, your skin was smooth like a soft serve of mochi, but still!

You are meant for him and his eyes only! Oho, this bozo would get heavenly punishment.

He had to get to you somehow, but this was public space and if he cooked up some sort of shenanigan, you would put him in sex ban. I can't have that! so Satoru wracked his brain to think of another way...

Once again, his gaze fell on his now calm baby, who was also looking at his mama over there with utter curiosity. And an idea immediately popped up in his mind.

"Hey, kiddo, look at that, a bad man is trying to take your mama," Satoru nudged him as if trying to egg him on. "We can't let that happen. Will you help me to save her, hmm?"

"Mama..." your baby looked back at him so innocently before smiling. "Mamaaa!"

"Good boy." Gods, his baby was so adorable, he almost felt bad for doing this but...

Swallowing his guilt, thinking he would make it up later, he pinched his son's butt a little too firmly—

"WAAAA!" and suddenly, the little boy burst into tears, and even Satoru was surprised by the sheer volume of his wail.

The sudden inconsolable sound of your baby sent you scrambling in panic, your eyes wildly searching for him, completely disregarding the credit card man. "My baby!"

"Eh?" the credit card man was visibly surprised. "Oh... so, you're married...?"

You immediately made your way towards Satoru and snatched your baby from him, hugging him tightly. "Oh, there, there... What happened to you?" you shot your husband a distaste look as your son kept wailing. "Satoru, why is he crying?"

He nonchalantly shrugged. "Maybe missing his mama? Dunno~"

By now, you had completely forgotten the credit card bozo, but he still looked at the three of you in mild surprise. Satoru took this chance to approach him and whisper in his ear:

"You see, my wife doesn't need your credit card," he whistled. "My cards or lumpsum money will do more than enough."

After seeing how pale the bozo looked, Satoru chuckled darkly... before leading you and your son away from the crowd, with one arm possessively around your waist.

Epilogue

"I'm sorry— I'm sorry, okay!?"

Satoru looked down at his son in utter hopelessness, as the little boy refused to be held by him, looking at him with teary, resentful eyes, and backing away from him in his playpen.

Can babies hold a grudge? Satoru didn't know, but his son definitely was not happy with him, and he couldn't think of any other explanation other than his sin against him back this afternoon.

"I've bought you mochi ice cream!" he opened his palm to reveal the treat. "Don't you want some? Papa will give you some, yeah?"

Baby looked skeptical now, and at that moment, he resembled you so much—accusing eyes, pursed lips, exactly like the expression you would pull when you were unsure of what Satoru might do next. He almost chuckled at the resemblance, feeling giddy.

"C'mon, forgive me, yeah?" he patted his son's little beanie and offered his hand for him to take, eyes crinkling in fondness. "Now, here comes your treat, come closer?"

Your baby crawled closer, seemingly accepting him, and Satoru was all smiles, until—

Whack!

It happened in a flash. He could have avoided it, but he was too taken aback. The pain exploded in his jaw, so intense that he grunted loudly.

"What the—?! You... you—! You kicked me— in the face!"