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annika-thelostlove · 8 months

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The art of paper folding - Brian Wilcox x fem!reader

Word count/ 4015

Preview/ But You, for whatever reason that led to it, you were assigned the seat on the other side of him. You are always anxious with stress. You think that maybe this guy who has a reputation for being a smartass will bring too much attention to your side of the classroom. You're a little glad Sally would probably take most of his attention, though. Those types of pretty girls probably have it bad sometimes dealing with boys like brian, you think.

Author note/ its finally completed! Its the most high school romantic idiocy I can put in a oneshot. This is lightly based on my own high school experience. The guy who I thought liked me back really did make me an origami heart. Soon after, he said something super mean to me, and my little 15 yr old heart never forgave him.

Warnings/ super fluffy, and not well edited

Brian is the type of guy in school who always talks shit. It's like he can't help it. Things fall out of his mouth unguarded. He is 17, but he still gets worked up over things like he is still in elementary school. In his new math class in the new year of school, he purposely sits next to the popular girl Sally because he thought it would be fun, but she doesn't tolerate his shit one bit.

But You, for whatever reason that led to it, you were assigned the seat on the other side of him. You are always anxious with stress. You think that maybe this guy who has a reputation for being a smartass will bring too much attention to your side of the classroom. You're a little glad Sally would probably take most of his attention, though. Those types of pretty girls probably have it bad sometimes dealing with boys like brian, you think.

Brian is a guy you've only heard about through another friend because he's "someone's annoying brother that dyes his own hair black cos he thinks it's edgy. He also doesn't wash it often to keep the cheap box colour for longer. Hence, the sticky looking locks. He confidently sticks to wearing black and oversized clothes that hide his 30-pound body." Says the people who talk about him.

So the best course of action is to keep your head down, and don't get involved with either of Brian or Sally.

But then, as the year goes by, whenever Brian is bored at being ignored by Sally, he will turn his greasy head to you and give you a little poke. The first few times sent your nerves up, you were so scared of what he would say to you. Will he say something mean? Point out your pimples? Say your teeth look crooked? That you have a mustache you should shave it? Horrible horrible little scenarios in your mind. But Brian, for the last few months, only asks you funny dumb questions just to avoid actually learning in class. It makes your heart laugh a little in relief.

Brian is sarcastic and complains a lot. He has too many theories and tells stories exclusively comprised of sound effects and explosions made with his mouth. He smells like deep fry oil that you grow to like so much because it reminds you of hashbrowns in the morning. It's gotten pathetic how many things you notice about him. You even love that buck tooth of his making its way out of his little mouth.

Some days, he enjoys telling you how corporations pay commercials to trick people into thinking that you're the bad guy. You listen to him so intently, and the more you do, the things about him begin to make more sense to you.

Brian is not a bad person. Not like what people say. Really, really not. He is actually kind of great.

He's just a little distracted at school, that's all.

You share with him your own little jokes under your breath during class now. And by some miracle, he finds you funny. A fierce blush would bloom up you collar at his laughter.

You hope that it makes him feel special. No one else has really thought of you to be very funny. You've told him some weird things, like: "Last night I had a dream about Dwayne Johnson as a centaur," and he would get detention from laughing too hard.

At times he would still try to get Sallys attention, but most days he spends his time leaving silly doodles at the edge of your notebooks.

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Today, Brian has been folding paper in class again. He watched a YouTube video on how to make an origami heart last week. For whatever reason, he's been so invested in getting it perfect.

He was trying to show off his progress, so he made one in your class. Looking over at Sally's desk, he watched her pack her notebook away, getting ready to leave. Brian then redirects his attention to you. You were still finishing writing your notes down, then packing away your pens.

In a second, he decides to slip the heart shaped paper, between the pages of your notebook without much thought of why. The class then packs up and files out to go home.

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You can't believe it, it just can't be.

Brian's heart origami was in your notebook. You had just got home and pulled out your notes, currently staring at the red piece of folded paper. Did he slip it inside? Maybe it was just an accident. It might have fallen. Fallen perfectly, between the pages. That must be it. It didn't mean anything.

You rub your face in confusion. Your heart is not neutral about this at all. Even if it was an innocent mistake. Your heart thumps in the possibility. That maybe. Brian Wilcox gave you this heart on purpose.

But, no. He doesn't see you like that. You're just his friend.

The heart origami sits so innocently on your book, and you picture him making it step by step. His eyes looking up at you, after another doodle he's finished on your book. The way he's smiles, holding back his laughter with shining eyes.

You don't know, but maybe, maybe. Brian could like you…more than as a friend.

The thought echoes around in your quiet bedroom.

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Later when a group project comes up, Brian without hesitation jumps to join a group of boys in the class and leaves you with Sally.

Sally is popular, and very beautiful, but it was the first time you really tried to talk to her. It turns out she's incredibly insightful and a good listener. Its nice for someone to give you their attention like that. Which is funny in a way, it makes you feel kinda special, because Sally doesn't even give Brian the time of day. So in your curiosity, you ask her about that.

"I just hate getting the attention of a class clown, when what I really need is to focus in class" she rolls her eyes as she says it. She takes a glance at Brian's group. "..but I notice that Brian and you have become quite the pair, I think it's pretty cool, Brian is so behaved when he's with you".

Blood rushes to your face. "Oh haha, no, no, were not that close..."

But at that moment, the group of boys with Brian began to get loud and rowdy. They've been loudly debating about the best kind of place to take a date out. They've begun to joke and laugh at how Brian works at Mickeys, mocking him how hilarious it could be for a first date. You saw that he was laughing along with them, but you could see it was irritating him.

"Ohhh noooo! A girl would NEVER ask for another date. Can you imagine making her order at the counter? How embarrassing"

"And then brian asks for the kids' meal?!" laughter from the boys.

"Noooo! Brian would use his employee discounts on the combos! That's just so sad!" More laughter. And it just irked you until you spoke up.

"We'll I think it could be fun for a date?" You say interrupting the loud conversation. It was a numbing silence for a fraction of a second before Brian spoke.

"Well, it's because your standards are low since you can't even seem to find a boyfriend." Came a quick response from Brian's mouth. The boys gasped and blew up with sudden laughter.

Regrets flash across Brian's face instantly when he sees you speechless, with hurt written on your brow, but you're fighting against it. Sally puts her hand on your arm, worried about you. The boys don't seem to notice anything wrong. But Brian notices.

He didn't realize what he said. He was just so annoyed and wanted someone else to be teased instead of him.

You feel hot, and your skin is prickly. That was really mean. It hurt. You weren't so sure why. Because what he said was true. But it hurt because it came from him.

Your thoughts flashed back to the origami heart that you've been keeping in your bedside table, it actually means nothing to him. And all the other hearts that he must have made this week and before. All just folded paper and nothing more.

But you swallow the feeling down somehow and focus back on your partner and the project for the rest of the class.

But that night, in your bed, under the covers, frustrated tears fall into your pillow.

Am I ugly? No one has ever wanted me. No one has ever seen me. Aren't I good enough for anyone?

Brian wouldn't ever see you in that way. You hate it, hate him. Hate yourself. He made you feel like you mattered to him, but you must have made it all up in your head, a boy has never been nice to you until Brian, so you didn't know any better. He won't ever see you that way.

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The next week at school you try to act like you always have, havung a better understanding now that Brian is simply the way he is. So you become a little distant. He notices of course. He's been thinking about what he said over and over. And hates himself, he's never liked saying sorry in all his life. But now he's scared for the first time that he might be losing you if he dosent act. You won't even look at his eyes anymore. Like you find it too painful to do so.

During lunch break, he finds you, he asks, unsure how to converse naturally.

"Hey, how's your project with Sally going?" He says. Then you realize 'he must have never stopped liking Sally even from the start of the year. It was so obvious, why didn't I see it?'

"It's going well, actually. we're almost done. Did you want to tag along bri? We're gonna be at the library after school to finish up." You think maybe you can help him get Sally to see that he's a really nice guy.

Brain seems nervous but says yes straight away. He must really like her, you think.

After school, once you all meet up and finish off studying at the library, you insist on going home first and leave to catch your bus. Brian tries to ask you to hang out longer. But Sally lets you go and wants to speak to brian alone. Sally seems like she has something serious to tell him.

You smile a little in sadness, its working out well, it seems.

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Brian Pov

She left me here with sally. Avoiding me again. I watch as her back disappears out the front doors. Then Sally hits me on the arm.

"Ow! What's your problem?"

"You!"

"What did I do to you?"

"Not what you've done to me! But to her!! all year, you've been making googly eyes at her, and the other day, you treat her like crap! You need to fix this and apologize, and then leave her alone if you're only going to hurt her feelings because of your ignorant attitude."

"I don't know what you mean"

"I see everything brian, like how you doodle on her notebooks, and talk quietly to her, how you giggle under your breath at her jokes. You honestly can't be more obvious how you treat her special, but then you turn on her so quickly like that. It's such a dick move. An asshole move"

He puts his face in his hands in shame. "God, I AM an asshole!!" Brian is on the brink of breaking down."Do you think she hates me now? I messed up so badly."

"Tell her you're sorry face to face. Whatever she does to you after that is up to her. Though since we're talking about her, she will probably forgive you. But if you want to finally tell her you like her, this might be your best chance "

Brian blushes red, "w-what, I don't like her like that-"

"Why do you bother lying, brian?"

"It really isn't- ughh."

Brian quickly rushes after where you left. And found you sitting at the bus shelter, he looks at the digital sign it says your bus arrives in 20 mins

He looks down at you, and you're already looking at him sheepishly. You've been caught.

"Your bus isn't even here till another 20 mins!" Brian almost yells, but he's playfully scolding you like you normally do. You look down and smile. Brian loves that, your little shy grin.

"How did it go with Sally?" You ask hopefully.

"Good. But I don't want to talk about that. I need to tell you some stuff. Uh, the first one is that..I said something the other day. I just-"

"It's okay, I get it, I overreacted-"

"No, you didnt- Wait. It wasn't that. My point is i'm sorry for what i said, I think I hurt you. It's not cool of me. I'm always battling my asshole-ary every day, you know that. But you didn't deserve it. So I'm sorry"

"You are, forgiven." And you give him a small closed lip smile.

"Oh really? Already? Well, and, um, the 2nd thing is. There's something I have to ask you-" Your bus comes and stops loudly in front of them. Brian is flustered. You are conflicted, there's only one bus every hour for this route, you should take this bus. But you want to wait for Brian to finish.

"Um, Brian, think I should take this bus"

"Oh, yeah of course! Tomorrow then!"

"Ok, see ya bri"

As you climb up the door to pay and look back at Brian, the bus then pulls away, and you miss his sad little frown and his green eyes following you as your image fades down the street.

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The next day in class, Brian pulls out another origami heart he worked on last night and slides it over to you. The teacher notices it and warns everyone about passing notes in class. You grab the note and see what it says.

"Good morning beautiful! Plz open me" you frown at being called beautiful. Glancing over at him, he smirks.

Nervous, you open it carefully. Inside it says something that makes her heart race and break at the same time.

"Let's go to Mickeys tonight, it's my treat" then you hear a snickering from a few desks away, it was one of his boys looking over at you.

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You go to Mickeys, you think he's just asked you out as a friend, but he seems to be as nervous as you are, but you dont want to get your hopes up.

After having your meal in awkward silence, he asks you as casually as he can muster.

"So, I was thinking, do you want a second date?"

"Huh? D-date?"

"Y-you know, we went to Mickeys-- like you said! This is like, a date for you"

"…are you..like- just- teasing me? Hahaah…like you're mocking me? You rascal" You laugh nervously, voice trembling all over the place. Trying to hide the sudden emotions that came with realizing what this was all about. He just wanted to humor you.

"Huh? What? No? He laughs. Mickeys is like, your standard right? For like- like a date?"

"Well, no-"

"And-and, I mean I- we hadn't hung out like together yet.. as friends, and like you haven't been on a date before…I thought maybe..i could, be someone you-"

"So you're… helping me?" You laugh comes out jumpy and strange sounding "Oh, wooow,..I um, thanks man. That's just so, thoughtful of you" and you uncharacteristically lean over to punch his arm, you cringe for the fifth time. And he rubs the spot you bumped him.

"But, um, you know I think that maybe we should go on dates with people we actually have feelings for, don't you think? But, thanks for the offer" you shrug and try to laugh it off, but it feels too loud and fake in your ears.

"So no...date?" He looks kind of paler than usual.

You start to gather your trash. "I just realized i need to get home, sorry I can't stay much longer Bri. This was…fun. Bye!" Practically running away.

You don't understand what had just happened. You don't understand Brian at all. Was he that experienced in dating that he could give you a trial of it? That he felt pitty for you?

Your whole body felt hot from embarrassment. And a hard lump has been stuck in your throat ever since you received his little note in class. You practically speed walk all the way home sobbing into your Hoodie.

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"Good for you."

"Huh?" Sally is talking to you, Brian is late for your class it seems.

"I got…some tea, from a little bird, or something like that. That you rejected Brian"

"When did I do that?"

"Uh, didn't you go to Mickeys with him the other day?"

"I did." Has he gone and told everyone about it?

"I'm sorry, but I can't pretend that i didn't know. It just happened to be the same day he left a voice message on my phone, and I connected the dots that it was about you. " This made you sad without realizing it. They've been talking?

"Oh, he did?" But you guess it's good that they're getting to know each other.

"Don't look so sad! It wasn't like that, that boy sounded mad over the phone, he was mad at first. Saying stuff on the message like 'you were wrong about everything!' And that 'he was dumb.' But then he just..started crying. Well it sounded like crying. You didn't do that to him?" You stare a Sally perplexed at what it all meant.

"Explain please"

Sally looked at you for a moment and seemed ro realize something then began waving her hands 'no' at you "Ooooooh, wait no, I think you should talk to him about it, i've said too much"

"No, say it please! I'm tired of him playing with me."

"Ughhh, well he..he thought that you liked him, so…and I thought you did too! But then when you clearly don't, which is okay…he's just. It's just sad. He's going through it right now."

"But I don't know why he would be so upset, it's not like he likes me? He likes..someone else."

"You…think so? Huh. Well, I think it's best if you talk to him about this"

"But-"

"It's best if two of you talk"

"No-"

Then, at that moment, Brian walks in late to class and rushes over to his seat between you and Sally.

"You're tardy, Mr Wilcox, which is actually a first. Take your seat."

He acting stiff and can barely look at you.

Normally, you could get his attention and whisper things to him comfortably, but right now, he's so distant that you just decided to message him on your phone.

R U working tonight?

No Thurs

Ok, do u wna study w me n Sally tonight?

No that's ok u guys can just work on ur project together

Oh ok

And that went on for the rest of the lesson. His cold shoulder. Bothered by this you messing him again.

Ur being weird, is this about the other day? I appreciated ur idea, but I just didn't want ppl to confuse our friendship.

Idea?

Yeah like you giving me dating 'experience' without having an actual bf

What?????

She didn't reply after that message out of frustration. Why is he acting like he has no idea what he's been doing to you?

Nevermind Brian

Hey

You know what? I can get a boyfriend anytime if I want.

You hear a sharp gasp quickly after sending your last text. "Hey." He tries to tap your shoulder, but the teacher tells him off right away.

You give him the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. He looks over at you desperately for the rest of that week.

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Thursday comes by. You come to visit Mickeys with Warren, a guy you sometimes talk to in your IT class. You told Warren that there's a guy you like and want to see if he would feel anything if he saw you with someone else. It was stupid, you know it. You promised to buy him a Mickeys meal if he helped you.

You and Warren order at the counter, a sullen Brian takes your order, and you still haven't talked to one another since. And it's eating him inside, and now you're here with someone else? He disappeared to the back once your order was placed.

You receive your burgers and sit down at your table to eat. It was a normal, peaceful few moments until Brian came sprinting out of the kitchen to stop you from eating

"NO, no stop!"

"What! Brian, what's wrong??"

"No, just- don't eat that- I-" You stare at him lost for words, shame written on his face.

"I'm sorr- I just thought -" his face was crumbling, and the shame was turning into sadness. His eyes are glassy with emotion. He buried his face in his hands, defeated. "Never mind, it all makes sense."

"What does?"

"Why you won't like me."

Long silence came after what he said, only broken by Warren slowly getting up to walk away and saying that hes gonna use the bathroom. But either of you actually notice.

"…why I 'won't like you?' Why would that matter, Brian? Why? You like someone, that's who that matters."

"YES, I do. And it DOES."

"Huh??"

"I-im an asshole sometimes. But I know that you know that already, so that can't be the reason. And I'm not much to look at, but. But I've never cared if anyone liked how I looked. It never mattered to me so much before. But I wish I was more, like conventionally appealing. But i mean, that can't be why, you're not that kind of person- but is that why? Or, or- no. Or it's simply because I'm me. Because I'm Brian, the type of asshole that defiles a fucking burger???"

"Brian, please, it's hard for me to understand…"

"I put a LOOGIE in your patty"

"Excuse me????" Not the words you were expecting.

"It was meant for him!!"

"Warren?"

"Yes!"

"Are you somehow, jealous??"

"Yes!"

"And why??"

"Because I like you, and you hate me!"

A painful silence fills the restaurant. Looking around, Brian catches his manager, looking at him disapprovingly. But Brian mouths to him, "just resolving an issue"

"Ok, but lower your voice"

Brian sighs, putting his attention back to you. Sitting there still stunned at his confession. "Let me take that burger back. I'll make you a new one"

"No." You make a mad grab at the box, but Brian had the same thought as you. He now had the other side of the box in his hand.

"Give it!"

"Let go, brian"

"What's the problem!?"

You rip it out of his clasp, open the box, and proceed to scuff the burger down your throat.

"What are you doing?? No!! Why did you do that? I had my saliva in that???"

"Do you think I would do that if I didn't like you?"

A hundred emotions pass through Brian's face in the silence that came after that bizarre display.

"You… like me?"

"Was me eating your foul burger not clear enough?"

"Well no. But. You…like me?"

"I have, like always"

"...me?" His eyes are glassy looking at you in something that looks like hope.

But instead of saying anymore to reassure his low self-esteem just how much you think a he's great guy, you start to cry. And you don't have a clue why. Just that you're so happy he finally knows.

"I really like you too. Like always" and just like in a movie, he reaches out with a finger and gently wipes a tear off your cheek.

#paul dano #danonation #my fic #fanfic #paul dano x reader #danocel #the art of paper folding #brian wilcox x reader #Brian wilcox #fast food nation #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler

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bigfatbimbo · 1 month

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holy heck i have sent multiple sir pentious requests and ur last post gave me a glimmer of hope for dom reader pentious contenr.... no rush tho ily/p 😽😽

I SAW!! AND THEY WERE LOVELY!!

honestly, i would have gotten to them already but i didn’t have time today. Me and my intense work rival made a temporary truce to fight a higher, more evil force than eachother (annoying hillbilly we work with.) Our alliance lasts until april first when we launch our plan.

ANYWAYS, I’ll try to answer some requests tonight but keep in mind they probably won’t be full headcanons or really long. Just kinda vague thoughts.

in other news, any movie recommendations from the crowd?

#inbox open #hazbin hotel x reader #bimbo rambling #my life is so The Office #but fast food restaurant

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hummusxx · 10 months

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Yes sir +18 Pt 3 of Gorgeous (previous part) (next part)

Summary: When trying on clothes with Jude, tension is bound to happen.

Warnings: Jealousy, smut with plot (sorry). f receiving, d in v, unprotected s$x (wrap your willy and protect the city), Angry Jude. mirror s$x.

Hummus' corner This is so late I'm so sorry!!! This is my first time writing actual descripted smut like this so please be kind. Love y’all l

(Jude's Pov)

She's the most beautiful girl in the world. Watching her rummage through the racks on racks of clothes in the dressing room is oddly satisfying.

As she walks over to the mirror and looks at the clothes she has pulled out, all i can think about is how good she would look again-

"Jude?"

I snap out of my trance and look at her.

" You seemed lost" she stares at me concerningly. " Are u alright?"

"Yeah- I'm fine" I say rubbing my hands on the jeans I'm wearing.

"Well if you're so alright can u help me." she says while looking at me through the reflection of the mirror.

"Sure, what is it" I stand up and make my way towards her. When she sees me coming, she turns around.

This is my chance. I lean in just a bit but as i do this she says- "I need you to go pick out some jewelry that will match a black and white blazer dress with ruffles.

"oh um okay i can do that" I say awkwardly and scratch my neck.

"great-well um chop chop" she says jokingly as i turn around and leave the dressing room.

'fuck'

(Y/n's Pov)

What the actual fuck was that

Was he trying to kiss me… and why do I feel so hot all the sudden.

As i stare at myself wondering if what just happened was dreaming a male associate comes in

"Miss. Y/L, I couldn't help but notice that u seem at bit lost. Is there anything that we can do for you?" he says while interring the dressing room and placing more champagne in my already empty glass and picking up the empty plate

The sliders are long gone from Jude and I eating them. Well, mostly Jude.

"No. I am alright-' I try to figure out his name.

"James, ma'am"

"James, thank you but I am alright just got caught in my own thoughts." I look back at the blazer i am holding and bring it up to my body once again.

"If you and your partner need anything please let us know"

"Oh, he's not my-"

"Y/n i got you stuff. Can i come in?" I hear Jude say behind the curtain of the gigantic dressing room.

"Yes come in." I responded while turning from the mirror and walking towards Jude.

"i got u- who's this?" Jude asks while abruptly stopping what he was going to say before

"Hello I'm James. I am an associate here at cha-"

"Yeah, i don't care." Jude says while looking annoyed at James who is just only trying to help

"Jude!" i sneer at him

"What he just comes in your dressing room without asking if you're decent or not. What a geezer" his brummie accent coming out more now that he's mad

"I can leav-"

"Please" He turns to look from me at James who looks petrified.

James leaves the room petrified. I don't blame him. Jude looks like a lion ready to pounce.

"Jud-"

"No Y/n. He could have been a creep wanting to see what's mine."

Wait. What's his?

"I'm not yours" I look at Jude confused. What does he mean by this. He starts to walk closer to me. The jewelry i asked him to get is long forgotten and placed neatly on the coffee table.

He grabs me by the shoulders and turns me look at myself in the mirror. He takes the blazer out of my hand and throughs it acros the room.

"Jude that is expensive you can't just-" He starts to attack my neck with kisses and bites.

"Jude" i breath out a moan. "I've been waiting to do this ever since i saw you yesterday" he says in between kisses on my neck. I lean my head on his neck as i watch him venture down my stomach.

He turns me around so we can lock lips. I through my hands over his neck, Deeping the kiss. It feels like forever before we brake for air. We both are breathing heavily.

He starts to peel off his shirt while looking at me with hunger. he pulls me to the couch facing the mirror and lays me on it.

He climbs on top of me, and we connect our lips again.

"Off" he says motioning for my pants. I lift my hips and he help me take off my pants. I am left in purple laced panties and a blouse.

He rips my shirt without warning. Now leaving me in my laced black bralette.

"Jude!" I yell at him. "What? We are in a store i can buy you another one" he chuckles and starts to admire my body. Rubbing his hands all over my breasts and mid-section.

"You are so fucking pretty-may i" he motions to take of my panties. I nod in a response. "No baby- I need an answer."

"Yes"

"Yes what"

"Yes sir"

He takes off my panties and runs his fingers on my clit. I instantly moan. "You're already so wet for me" he smirks as he sees the mess, I've made of myself. He bends down to go in-between my legs-his eyes never leaving mine.

He sucks on the inside of my thighs. Just this makes me want to cum. He starts to make his way to my cunt. He licks a long stripe and that almost send me overboard.

At this point, I'm embarrassed but turned on. People can most definitely hear us from outside.

I'm a moaning mess while he continues to lick and suck on my clit "Jude-" I moan.

"I know baby, let it out for me" Jude says in between licks while going faster than he was before.

"JUDE!" i yell out as i reach my climax he keeps going to, i pull at his head until he finishes and gets up from his spot between my legs.

He roughly pulls me up off the couch, my legs wobbling from what just happened moments ago. He leads me to the mirror.

He puts me up against the mirror, my ass out, boobs pressed, and legs spread.

He roughly pulls of his pants and boxers.

"Are u-" "Yes" I respond already knowing what he was going to ask. I've had way too many scares to not be.

He grabs his dick and all i can do is open my mouth at how big it is. "You ready he" he says while lining his dick up to my hole. "yes "I breath out.

He pushes inside me, and I let out a big moan. He bottoms out and lets me get adjusted.

"You okay" he asks while kissing my next

"Yes-move please i need it" I say while wiggling my hips.

He grabs my hips with his hand and starts to thrust in and out of me. I moan as he does this, every time he picks up speed.

He is now going to fast i can't even speak. "You like that" he says while grabbing a fist full of my hair, forcing me to arch more

"Yes, oh god yes" I moan as he reaches places that no man as reached before.

"Good. this will teach you for letting that man in here." Jude says roughly has he continues to pound me so hard my ass turns red. He slaps my ass and I moan so loud the whole store can know what we are doing.

"Jude I'm cumming!" I'm a mess. My hair is all messy and my makeup smudge. "Hold it" he demands. I whine and he slaps my ass again and goes faster.

I whine and do as told, "I can't please" i whine some more, the pressure building in my stomach is becoming too much.

Jude grabs my neck a whisper in my ear "Cum baby". I cum so hard on his dick. He rides out my high before he reaches his climax. He releases inside me a stand there. We are pushed up against the mirror.

I take in my state. I have hickeys all along my neck, lipstick all around my mouth, mascara coming down my face. I look like a wreck.

Jude pulls out and sticks his finger in me. I jerk forward. "Can't let anything spill put baby" he says while looking at me through the mirror. I roll my eyes at him.

He moves over to where his boxers lay. Putting them on and then searching for my panties. He finds them and hand em' to me.

"Thanks" I say embarrassed. Everyone probably knows how much of a whore i am right now. Getting dicked down at channel headquarters.

Jude grabs my chin after I put on my panties. "Don't be embarrassed love. I've been wanting to do that ever since I've seen you." he says while rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

He pulls me in for a soft kiss. I kiss back. He helps me find my shirt and other clothes laying around.

"Well, that wasn't a productive try on" i say laughing while putting on my shoes. "What are you on about i would say that was pretty productive " he laughs and so do i.

"Do you want to grab dinner with me later." he says nervously as i look at him with wide eyes "I mean you do-"

I grab him and kiss him hard. "Of course. It's a date" I say and then while walk out of the dressing room to meet stares.

"Okay I'll text you" I hear Jude yell from the dressing room.

"Why is everyone staring" i say with a smirk. Rose laughs and looks at me. They all get back to what they were doing.

"Shall we" I say to Rose.

"We shall madam" she says while hooking her arm with mine.

"You need to tell me everything" Rose says as we make it to the car.

I just roll my eyes and look at the window, thinking about the date I have later.

Humussxx' Corner

THANK GOD I FINISHED THIS. this felt like it took me YEARS but at least i did it. Smut it actually so embarrassing to write but we live. Please don't be too hard on this. It's my first-time writing smut and i don't feel like going back and editing things. Okay BYEE

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Do You Want Fries With That?

Warning(s): degradation, slut shaming, Brian is icky and i want him in my bed, fingering, AFAB! Reader, Unsafe sex, party, underage drinking, smoking (cigarettes), let me know if there's warning I missed and I'll add it <3

Author's Note: My brother's in Christ thank you so much for your patience with me, I think I've finally gotten my writing inspo back which is poggers (Of course the first fic I post in a bit is a Brian Willcox fic because I have terrible taste in men)

Summary: “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?” Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner.

Ao3

“Oh my god (Y/N) you should totally go flirt with him.”

You tilt your head at Jessie, brows furrowed as you follow her line of sight to the greasy dark-haired boy standing at the counter—you recognize him from school, not by name of course, but you’d seen him in the halls or in his car smoking and skipping class.

You frown, nose scrunching as you look back at Jessie, “Why would I do that?”

“Because it would be funny duh” she responds with a giggle, shoving her unfinished drink to the side.

Maddy nudges your side,"I bet if you showed him a little bit of cleavage he'd cream his pants–"

"Guys I don't know–"

Kirsten rolls her eyes, "Come on, don't be such a fucking stick in the mud its just a little bit of harmless fun."

You bite your cheek, fidgeting with the end of your skirt as you glance again at the boy behind the counter. He’s not bad looking in your opinion—but he’s not exactly the type of guy you’d usually go for.

Still you can’t help but appreciate his looks a bit—he’s tall and lanky, nearly 6 feet tall if the height difference between him and his coworker is anything to go by. His black hair comes down to his shoulders and you get the feeling that he doesn’t really do much to take care of it—-and you hate that he pulls the look off so easily.

Usually he’d be wearing all black so it’s a little jarring to see him in the bright yellow Mickey’s uniform—but he’s still got a long sleeved black shirt under it and his usual black leather bracelets buckled around his wrists. His pants are baggy around his waist, barely kept up by his fraying belt and you can just barely see the long chain hanging against one leg.

If you’re completely honest he’s actually more your type than the guys you usually went out with—-you don’t admit that to your friends of course.

“Come on (Y/N) you’d be doing him a favor— he isn’t exactly a chick magnet” Maddy chirps, brushing your hair behind your ear a bit.

Jessie leans over the table, “Come on don’t be a prude—”

You pout, “I’m not being a prude—”

“Sure had us fooled—” Kirsten teases, giving you a pointed look, “We’re not even asking you to go fuck the guy.”

The girls look at you expectantly and you instantly feel powerless, biting your cheek and averting your gaze as you shift to the edge of the booth, “Sorry I was being stupid—you guys are totally right it’s not even a big deal.” you force a giggle, smiling as you get up from the table.

Jessie smacks your ass and winks as you pass, “Remember to show a little cleavage—”

You weren’t a mean girl—-or at least you liked to think so—but you hang out with mean girls. In fact, that's what the majority of your friend group consists of—mean, bitchy, popular girls who found joy in putting others down and the asshole jocks they liked to screw around with.

And you blindly follow them—-at this point it’s hard to even make excuses for yourself. It was social suicide to stand up to them and as much as you hated the way they treated people, you also weren’t willing to give up the social status you had gained from them—who were you to complain when they had basically taken you under their wing when you moved to town in your freshmen year.

Really you were no better than them—so maybe you were a mean girl.

You were certainly on track to making that a proven fact as you made your way towards the counter to do as your friends had instructed. It's just a little bit of harmless fun––just flirt and embarrass him a little and be done with it.

The boy, whose name you still couldn't remember, had his back turned so he didn't notice you at first. His coworker—possibly another classmate—glances at you, brows furrowed for a moment before he gestures for the black-haired boy to look in your direction. He turns to you grumbling something about how much he hated his job, and for a moment you consider turning back.

He stares dumbly at you, brows furrowing as he speaks in a very flat and bored tone, “Welcome to Mickey’s I’m Brian how can I help you.”

Brian––you do vaguely remember hearing that name being tossed around—it seems so very fitting for him, though you can’t say you could possibly imagine another name for him.

You glance back at your friends—Maddy gives you a thumbs up, Jessie winks at you making a gesture like she’s encouraging you to show off your tits a bit more—Kirsten holds your gaze for a few seconds like she’s daring you to turn back.

Fuck it—it was just a little harmless fun–-so what if that made you a mean girl.

You turn to look at Brian again, giving him your best smile, honey-sweet and flirty as you lean forward, palms flat against the counter, chest on full display for Brian (and his coworker) to see. He seems almost completely unfazed, glancing at you with a look somewhere between boredom and annoyance.

He hardly even looks down at your chest, green eyes flitting down for the briefest of moments. Most men spent a good majority of their interactions with you just staring at your chest—especially after you hit puberty—god you still remember the exact moment boys started to look at you differently. So having a boy suddenly ignore you like this was—odd to say the very least.

His eyes are a little slower in the way they drag back up from your chest to meet your eyes once more, still bored as ever as you lean in a little more, biting your lower lip in the way that always seemed to drive guys mad, “We go to school together don’t we?”

He stares at you for what feels like ages and then shrugs, offering you nothing more than a grunt. You take it in stride, though it does throw you off a bit the way he doesn’t seem at all affected by your advances. Men were usually so simple, so easy to crack, a few flirty glances and they all fell to their knees in an instant. Brian at his core is like any other man, just show him a little skin and he’ll crumble like all the rest.

You giggle despite him having not said a word—it only seems to annoy him more as he rolls his eyes at you and sighs heavily, "Can I help you?"

You bob your head to the side, and smile thoughtfully, “Maybe—ya know I’m surprised I haven’t noticed you before, you’re kinda cute.”

"Listen I’m gonna stop you right there, I know your type and im not interested"

You blink at him, laughing awkwardly, "I don't know what you mean by that Brian."

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and huffing, "You think that just because you're a pretty girl that you can do whatever you want and get away with it—"

You stammer, face going red as you try to deny his accusation, but he talks over you.

"Let me guess, your friends dared you to come over here and put on a little show for me—see if I'd embarrass myself for your entertainment? You must be really fucking full of yourself if you think I wouldn't see right through your little nice girl act—"

"I—I wasn't—that's not why—"

He doesn't seem at all interested in hearing your excuses and honestly you don't even know what to say.

"Listen Princess, I'm sure you're used to every other loser you fuck with giving you what you want and you probably think you're doing them some kind of favor but I'm not fucking interested, so either order or get fucking lost."

You bite down on your bottom lip, swallowing a whimper as you blink back tears and Brian stares at you with disdain, the hint of a smirk on his lips as his coworker snickers behind him. You glance back at your friends and they’re all laughing at you—Kirsten in particular looks especially pleased by this turn of events as she points and giggles.

It shouldn’t surprise you as much as it does that their cruelty has been turned towards you—that’s just how they are sometimes. They only wanted someone to laugh at so they could feel like they were above it all—it didn’t matter that it was you they were throwing under the bus—you just needed to learn to take a fucking joke.

You don’t even fault them for it anymore and come tomorrow this would be a thing of the past and you would go back to following them blindly. But for now you have to focus on not crying in front of them all—especially Brian.

“So what’s it gonna be Princess? Are you gonna order something or do you want me to keep embarrassing you in front of your friends?” He sneers, crossing his arms as you finally look at him, “Or are you one of those girls that get off on being humiliated?”

No—absolutely fucking not—you weren’t enjoying this—

He bobs his head to one side and lets his eyes drag over your body—it’s different from the way boys usually look at you—and it definitely should not make you feel hot between your thighs. His eyes drag back up to meet yours and you shiver, biting down a quiet choked gasp.

After a minute of struggling to think of a response all you can manage is a weak, “Fuck you—”

He chuckles darkly, tongue jutting out to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “You want fries with that?”

Your bottom lip trembles and you bite your cheek to keep from crying as you curl your fists at your side and turn on your heels, refusing to look Brian in the eyes as you rush back to your table. Your friends are still laughing, barely trying to muffle their excitement at your humiliation as you grab your bag off of the seat next to Maddy.

“(Y/N) babes, where are you going?” Maddy chirps, just barely hiding her giggle behind her hand.

“I’m going home—”

Kirsten rolls her eyes, tapping her long nails on the table and sneering at you, “Oh don’t be so dramatic hun it’s not that big of a deal.”

You shake your head, swallowing the urge to start crying as you try to maintain your dignity, “No it’s not this I just remembered I still haven’t finished that paper for History and I want to make sure I have it done before that party this weekend.”

Jessie huffs on the other side of Kirsten, “Oh shit would you do mine? I totally suck at that History crap–”

“Yeah sure—just tell me what your topic was and I’ll get it done before Friday”

“Awesome! Thanks babes you’re a total lifesaver!” Jessie giggles, “No hard feelings about tonight right?”

Kirsten gives you a look, brow raised as you look down at your feet sheepishly and laugh nervously, “Yea–yea no hard feelings, it's not even a big deal or anything—I’ll see you tomorrow okay.”

You don’t even let them finish their goodbyes before you turn tail and head for the exit, heels clicking loudly as you rush to your car. You let out a shaky breath as soon as you close your car door behind you and settle into the front seat. You don’t even know what’s more distressing— the humiliation— or the fact that you actually kind of liked Brian humiliating you.

You blink away the tears starting to spill down your cheeks and stare through the windshield until you see Brian watching you from inside the restaurant with a smug little smile, green eyes staring right through you like he knew exactly how he was making you feel.

You had never in your life broken so many traffic laws to get home as fast as possible—ignoring the questioning look your father gave you from the living room when you slammed the front door shut behind you.

You wish you could say that night was the one and only time you went to bed after making yourself cum on your fingers thinking about Brian and the way he had humiliated you. But you couldn’t get him out of your head—it was like your interaction at Mickey’s had turned a dial in your brain and now you notice him everywhere.

He was driving you fucking nuts and it wasn’t like you could talk to anyone about it—your friends would have a field day if they found out you had the hots for Brian of all people. So you kept it to yourself, hoping the feelings would just go away—-God, you hadn’t felt like this since you first hit puberty.

It didn’t help that he seemed to know exactly how he was affecting you, always giving you the same smirk whenever he caught you staring at him in the halls at school or while he was smoking by his car.

Brian isn’t a guy you should get involved with—he was the kind of guy who fucked you like he hated you—-and he had made it abundantly clear that he hated you. Plus it was social suicide to be seen with a guy like him.

Maybe there was something wrong with you because you couldn’t seem to help yourself—you start seeking him out—-you try to convince yourself that it’s just to prove a point—it’s complete bullshit—you wanted him to humiliate you again.

The bell at the front door of Mickey’s jingles and your heels click on the tiled floor as you step into the restaurant. You glance around, pleased to find that there aren’t many people around—at least not anyone you went to school with.

Brian was once again turned away from you, leaning back against the counter and chatting with the same coworker from last time—his name still escapes you and as horrible as that makes you feel, you can’t really bring yourself to care too much as you stand on the other side of the counter waiting patiently for them to notice you.

His coworker glances at you clearly both confused and amused that you had returned—you don’t miss the way his eyes drag down your body before he speaks, “Brian you’ve got a customer.”

Brian groans, stretching his arms out above his head before he turns to face you, he raises a brow at you when he recognizes you, “Look who decided to come back,” he looks past you as if searching the rows of booths and tables for your usual friend group.

You offer him your sweetest smile,” I came alone,” you laugh nervously, “No dare this time I promise”

Somehow it’s almost more humiliating knowing your friends aren’t there with you—-at least then you had the excuse of stupid dare to fall back on—

“Why did you come back then?” He smirks, tilting his head down at you.

Good fucking question.

You bow your head sheepishly, “I came to apologize—”

“Bullshit”

You flinch, looking up at him with furrowed brows and flushed cheeks, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me Princess.” He hums, eyes slowly dragging down your body, “I think you came back because you liked being humiliated—”

You stammer,“That’s not why—”

He leans against the counter and still towers over you, “You and I both know that’s bullshit.”

All you can do is stare at him, blinking stupidly and struggling to speak.

He chuckles, pleased by your dumbstruck look, “I’ve got a break in 15 minutes if you wanna show me why you really came here.”

“I came to apologize that’s all” you sound far less sure of yourself than you want to as you shake your head and anxiously watch him.

He raises a brow, tongue swiping out for a split second to wet his lips as he smirks at you, “Come one don’t act all innocent now, I know you came here to get humiliated again—”

You shake your head again, making yourself a bit dizzy, “That’s not—”

He leans a little further forward his voice lowering, “You afraid you’ll actually like fucking someone as disgusting as me?”

Bingo. Bullseye. Checkmate. Winner winner chicken fucking dinner.

The whimper escapes your lips before you can even swallow it and you freeze instantly, hands trembling at your side as you fight to look away from Brian. He looks shocked for a split second, brows raised and cheeks slightly flushed before his lips curve up into a smug little grin.

He chuckles darkly, “Well isn’t that cute—”

You can’t even bring yourself to speak—anything you say would probably only humiliate you further. You bite your lower lip and suck in a stuttered breath before turning on your heels, Brian’s laughter echoing behind you as you helplessly rush to your car—once again feeling far too hot between your thighs.

You figured after your second time being humiliated by Brian that your thirst would be quenched and you could move on with your life—go back to screwing around with mediocre men and letting your friends walk all over you. But your fixation only seemed to worsen the more you tried to deny it.

Maddy’s boyfriend Hunter was hosting a big party tonight—that was your opportunity to forget all about Brian—or at least make a damned good attempt at forgetting.

Except you weren’t exactly fond of the distractions being offered to you tonight. Maddy had been trying to set you up with her boyfriend’s best friend Max for nearly 2 months and you were beyond uninterested at this point.

So you were adamantly avoiding him—slipping into the crowd of drunk teens and hiding whenever you saw him. You almost felt a little bad—Max wasn’t a bad guy—-though you honestly hadn’t made much of an effort to get to know him so you really couldn’t say that for sure. He was a jock who spent most of his time trying to bore you to death with football stats or trying not so slyly to get into your pants.

Avoiding Max was made a little less annoying since he was easy to spot when he was twice your size and stood only an inch or two shorter than Brian. Still it was getting a bit tedious having to duck your head every time you saw him enter a room. You wanted to be able to enjoy the party—you’d dressed up in your cutest little slip dress that barely covered your ass—and you were barely getting to show it off because you were too fucking anxious to tell Maddy that you didn’t want to fuck Max.

You poke your head into the kitchen, sighing in relief when you don’t see Max in there waiting for you. You slip past a couple making out by the counter, swiping a red solo cup and pouring the first bottle you can reach into it—as long as it gets you tipsy you honestly don’t care how it tastes at this point.

At least you didn’t have to avoid Brian—he rarely came to these parties—you doubted he was even ever invited on the occasions that he did make an appearance. A part of you foolishly hoped that you would see him—-you weren’t doing a very good job of trying to forget him.

You sip absently at your mystery drink, eyes darting over the crowd until you spot Jessie and Maddy making their way towards you, smiling and giggling drunkenly. You do your best to look pleased to see them, raising your cup in silent greeting as they come stumbling into the kitchen.

“(Y/N)! Oh my god you bitch we’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jessie chirped, words slurring a bit towards the end.

Maddy giggles, leaning heavily against Jessie’s side, “Max has been looking for you too,”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, taking another sip of your drink as your eyes dart again over the crowd to make sure Max isn’t coming your way.

Maddy’s nose wrinkles at you and she scoffs, “Ya know you’re being a real bitch avoiding him all the time—”

“I’m not being a bitch—”

“Yes you are—I don’t even know why I tried setting you guys up, you can’t even appreciate what I did for you”

You sigh, tension already pulsing in your forehead, “I’m sorry. I just don’t really feel like myself right now��I promise I’m not avoiding him.”

She squints at you, glancing at Jessie silently communicating with her before looking back at you again, “ Is this about that stupid thing at Mickeys?”

“What—” you sputter, nearly spitting out your drink, “No–it’s not—it’s not about that—I’m just stressed about school I guess I don’t know.”

Jessie giggles, she's probably the happiest drunk you’ve ever met, “You just need some dick–” she hiccups and tugs on Maddy’s arm, “I wanna go dance”

You give a strained smile, laughing awkwardly, “Maybe you’re right.”

Maddy seems to have lost interest in scolding you, excited at the offer to dance, “Ooo! Good Idea—(Y/N) stop avoiding Max”

“Will do—”

She doesn’t even wait for your answer before she’s dragging Jessie back into the crowd, both of them swaying precariously. Just as you think that you’ve still got a minute to relax before you have to hide again, you spot Max standing near Jessie and Maddy, the two girls instantly pointing in your direction— God this was shaping up to be the worst game of Hide and Seek that you’d ever played.

You duck your head as quick as you can, darting out of the room and into the hall to find a new place to hide.

You glance behind you for a second before slipping into a dimly lit room. The door shuts behind you and you lock it with a click, resting your head against the frame with a sigh of relief–-peace at last.

A cough echoes behind you and you nearly drop your cup as you turn to look at whoever you had locked in the room with you. You see a cloud of smoke first, and then as it gets blown out the window you find yourself staring into a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Don't look so disappointed to see me Princess, you'll hurt my feelings"

You really had the worst luck.

You blinked stupidly at Brian as he sits in front of the window, a nearly finished cigarette perched between his fingers.

"What are you doing here?"

He snorts, tapping his finger against the cigarette and watching as the ashes fall, "I could ask you the same thing— aren't girls like you supposed to be the life of the party"

You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, "I'm just taking a break"

He nods but doesn't seem at all convinced based on the little smirk he's got, "Your friends ditch you?"

"No, they just–"

"Ya know I can be pretty good company when I want to be" he hums thoughtfully, putting the cigarette out against the window frame before tossing it carelessly out the window. He stands and even though you've got plenty of space between the two of you, you suddenly feel cornered.

He takes a step towards you, tilting his head and smirking as his green eyes wander over your body, “I was sorta disappointed that you left so quickly last time we talked—but that little noise you made before you left made it worth it.”

You whimper, biting your tongue and pressing your back against the door frame as he takes a few more steps closer to you,chuckling, “Who knew you were such a little freak—”

Brian crowds you against the door, one hand resting palm flat next to your head while the other reaches out to brush a stray hair from your face, “What’s it gonna be princess—you gonna stop acting all innocent and let me fuck you—-or do you wanna go back out there and join your pathetic excuse for friends?”

You scoff, doing your best to look as annoyed as possible despite the heat already pooling in your stomach, “Why would I–-Why would I fuck you?”

“Because you know I’ll fuck you in the way you need to be fucked,” he pauses, relishing in the way your breath stutters, “You want to be ruined don’t you princess—”

“No I don’t—that’s disgusting—”

At this point you aren’t even doing a good job of convincing yourself and Brian, like the asshole he is, looks all too smug about it. He drags one hand slowly down your arms until you can feel his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your dress. He hums in appreciation when he brushes over your panties, damp fabric telling him everything he needed to know.

He leans in a little until you can feel his breath hot against your ear, “Then why are you so wet princess?”

You whimper and he chuckles, pressing his thumb over your clit for a second before pulling his hand out from under your skirt. He tilts his head at you and rests his hand on your hip, stroking slow circles over the fabric of your dress, “You have a choice to make.”

You should leave. You should slip out of his arms and go back out to the party. You’d probably have to deal with Max but maybe that was worth it. Or maybe Brian was right—and you hated him for that. More than anything you hated that you still wanted him.

He’s giving you a way out—-a way to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine—-a way to maintain what's left of your dignity. And Brian is all too calm about the situation, shifting his leg between your thighs and smiling down at you like he isn’t giving you an impossible choice—-he doesn’t even seem worried that you’ll turn him down.

Fuck him—fuck this party—fuck your friends—-fuck Max—-

Fuck it—

You don’t say a word, your hand curling into the front of his hoodie as you drag him down, crashing your lips into his before he can stop you. He seems genuinely surprised at first, eyes wide and cheeks flushed—and you almost think that you might have some power over him.

He lets you take control for all of 5 seconds before he presses you a little harder into the door, fingers digging into your hip as he kisses you with a bruising force.

His lips are softer than you had expected—not that you would ever admit to ever imagining what they might feel like. And he tastes of cigarette smoke, shitty beer, and Mickey’s curly fries—it should disgust you—-more than anything it just makes you disgusted in yourself—and you love it.

You aren’t inexperienced by any means—and yet kissing Brian makes you feel like it's your first time all over again—-he’s rough and all consuming, dragging you impossibly close and leaving you dizzy.

He moves his hand off of the door behind you, quickly cradling the back of your neck, fingers tangling into your hair. He tugs lightly at first, smirking into the kiss when you gasp and then tugs again a little harder until your mouth falls open in a pathetic little whine.

“Needy little thing–,”he coos at you, kissing your jaw, “You just need someone to put you in your place don’t you princess?”

He nips at the underside of your jaw, pressing the rough fabric of his pants against your clothed cunt until you respond with a whimper. You can feel him grin as he presses another kiss to your jaw, “You make such pretty little noises.” he praises, “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so worked up—you’ve been imagining this haven’t you?”

You try to shake your head, and he chuckles, “You don’t have to lie princess, we both know you’re just a pretty little whore who likes to get humiliated—otherwise you would have left already.”

You really shouldn’t let him call you a whore—and you absolutely shouldn’t feel so turned on by it.

“I’m not—”

“Not what?” He raises a brow at you, “Not a whore?” You shake your head and he narrows his eyes at you, tugging your hair again until you let out a choked whine.

“No—i’m not a whore—”

He tilts his head, “Then leave, because I’m not here to treat you nicely,” his fingers grip your hip harder, dragging you forward until his knee is once again pressed firmly against your cunt, “If you stay here I’ll show you exactly how much of a needy little whore you really are.”

It’s not even a threat at this point, it's a promise. You don’t move an inch, still firmly pressed against the door despite him having loosened his hold on you slightly. He’s giving you another opportunity to leave and instead of taking it like you know you should—you roll your hips against his leg with a whine.

Brian hums, “See that wasn’t so hard,” he pauses, tugging your hair and forcing you to tilt your head to look at him—His dark hair hangs over his face, just barely hiding the way his green eyes darken as he stares back at you, “You gonna let me ruin you?”

It’s pathetic how quickly you submit to him with a quiet whimper, “Please—”

He grins wolfishly, pushing you back against the door and grinding his knee between your thighs one more time before moving his hand from your hip back under your dress. He laughs when you let out an airy whine, cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers brush over your dampened panties, “Fuck—you’re soaked—you really need it bad don’t you baby—that why you were being so bratty before?”

Your bottom lip trembles and you look away sheepishly as he drags his thumb over your clit with a low hum of approval against your collarbone. You bite your tongue, swallowing a moan as you arch into his hand, clinging to his hoodie with trembling hands.

“You get this wet for all the jocks you spread your legs for”

You want to tell him that you actually haven’t even fucked that many guys—and most of them weren’t even jocks—but he makes it clear he isn’t actually looking for an answer as he works he shoves your panties to the side and runs his fingers over your slick cunt making you inhale sharply before can say a single word.

“I bet they all treat you like a little cumdump don’t they?” he hums, thumb grazing your clit again, “Dumb little thing like you probably begs them to fill you up, right?”

You whimper, “No–-No—I don’t—I make them use condoms—”

“Oh yea? Maybe you aren’t as stupid as I thought—” He teased, fingers prodding at your entrance, “I’ll fix that though don’t you worry, I’ll remind you what a dumb little slut you are.”

“I’m not—”

He clicks his tongue, and bites your shoulder, “Shut up—I don’t wanna hear shit from you unless you’re begging me to fuck you.”

You fall silent in an instant, save for a choked whine as your cunt clenched around nothing. He drags the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders with his teeth and hums in approval when you move obediently to pull them off your arms, letting the top half of your dress bunch up around your waist.

His eyes go wide for a second, pupils dilating as he stares at your exposed chest, “You really are a whore—-were you hoping to get some action tonight?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, letting go of your hair in favor of palming one of your breasts, a groan slipping past his lips when he pinches your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

He drags his tongue down in a slick line between your breasts, chuckling lowly when you shiver, fingers trembling as you grasp his shoulders, “It’s real lucky I found you when I did,“ he groans as his other hand moving again between your thighs, middle finger slowly pressing into you as you let your head fall back against the door with an airy whine of his name.

“Holy shit—you’re fucking tight.”

Your cunt tenses around his finger as he pulls back out and then pushes back in a little faster, this time slipping his middle and index finger in. It pulls the air right out of your lungs and you are reminded very suddenly that no other guy had ever actually finger fucked you—until now.

Brian had been right about one thing—most guys you hooked up with were strict followers of the hit it and quit it rule and that usually meant they didn’t focus very hard on anything except getting their dicks inside of you. So foreplay wasn’t really something you were used to—unless of course it involved sucking a guy off.

And now Brian—-of all the people in the world it had to be him—-was quite literally blowing your mind, curling his fingers in your cunt and dragging the most pathetic little noises out of you.

Brian doesn’t even seem fazed, too busy latching onto your tits and fucking you on his fingers. It was like he didn’t even realize that he was shattering your world—or maybe he did notice and he just didn’t care.

“Jesus—look at you—” his voice is low, nearly a growl as he sucks a bruise onto your chest, “You like having my fingers inside you, don’t you princess?”

You nod, “Feels so—ah—fuck—good—”

A third finger slips into your tight heat and you choke on your words, hand flying up to cover your mouth as you toss your head back against the door. Brian hums, thumb circling your clit, “Shit—you act like you’ve never been fingered before—”

You bite your hand, looking away from him and that’s all the answer he needs as he stares up at you with a devilish smirk.

“Oh that’s just cute—“ he chuckles, jerking his wrist suddenly and driving his fingers a little deeper into your cunt, dragging a broken sob from your lips, “No wonder you’re such a needy little thing,”

His pace quickens and with every curl of his fingers you could feel yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. You can barely think or speak or do anything except whine helplessly, trembling as you cling to his shoulders. Brian relishes in every little sound you make and every weak roll of your hips only seems to spur him on.

“You can’t cum til you beg for it princess,” he warns, pressing an openmouthed kiss to your jaw, “Even pretty little whores like you have to ask for permission.”

He knows you're close—-so close you can practically taste it. You don’t even try to argue with him—You’re far too focused on the possibility of getting to cum that you can’t be bothered to fight him.

“Ple–please”

“Aw I think you can do a little better than that princess.” he teases, the pad of his thumb circling your clit, making your cunt clench around his fingers.

Distantly you consider telling him to fuck off—the words die on your tongue almost as quick as they came. He looks so smug, tilting his head to one side and smirking as you struggle to speak, words escaping you with every drag of his fingers.

“Please—-please Brian”

“I need it—please”

“Please—I’ll do anything—please—”

His hand stills between your thighs and you have to bite down a frustrated whimper as he grins at you, “Admit that you’re just another cockhungry whore and I’ll let you cum.”

Your breath catches in your throat, “I’m—”

“Go on princess, say it—say ‘I’m a cockhungry whore’” he hums.

“I’m a—I’m a cockhungry—whore.”

“Atta girl” He groans, wasting little time driving his fingers back into your cunt, dragging you right back to the edge—it happens in the blink of an eye and your entire body shakes with the force of your orgasm.

Brian is relentless—he drags your orgasm out until you can barely stand, thighs trembling as you cling desperately to him, choked little whines falling from your lips. He fucks you through every minute of it—-making it nearly impossible for your completely come down from the high.

You fall limp against him, whining pathetically when he keeps toying with your clit and you can hear him laughing through the haze that follows your climax and all you can do is blink stupidly at him. He brings one arm around your waist to keep you steady while the other remains between your thighs.

He coos at you sweetly “What’s the matter princess? That too much for you.”

You nod blearily, “sensitive—”

“We aren’t done yet princess” he hums, dragging his fingers roughly over your clit one more time, chuckling when you let out an airy gasp, “You want my cock don’t you?”

It’s pointless to deny his question—it wouldn’t sound believable even to you.

You take a shaky breath, nodding sheepishly and peering up at him with wide eyes. He groans and pulls you closer, lips crashing roughly against yours. The kiss is short and sloppy, but it still takes the breath out of you like the first kiss had and he chuckles at the way you whine when he pulls away.

He is gentle as he guides you to the bed on the other side of the room, he only teases you once about the way your legs shake as you walk before he helps you sit on the edge of the bed.

You tilt your head up at him watching curiously as he pulls his hoodie off, tossing it carelessly to the ground. He smirks but doesn’t say a word as he unbuckles his belt, working his pants open enough that he can tug them down to his thighs, dragging his boxers with them.

You stare, wide eyed and red cheeked at his cock—he’s big—bigger than any guy you’d ever been with. It’s both terrifying and thrilling.

He raises a brow at you, “What are you waiting for princess, thought you said you were a cock hungry whore?”

You pout, face burning a little hotter, “I only said that because you wouldn’t let me cum otherwise—”

“You’re a shitty liar, ya know that?” he hums, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock before you can pull away, “Look at that, look at those pretty hands on my cock.”

You whimper at the feeling of his cock warm and heavy in your hands, the bright pink of your nails contrasting brightly off of his skin.

Brian chuckles at your reaction, hand reaching up to brush stray hairs out of your face, "You were made for this princess— think about what all your little friends would say if they saw you like this—" he traces his thumb over your bottom lip and groans as he bucks his hips forward pushing his cock against the palm of your hand, "What do you think they'd say, hm?"

"I–I–I don't know—"

"Oh but I think you know exactly what they'd say," he clicks his tongue, pressing his thumb down a little harder on your lower lip, forcing your lips to part, "They'll think you're a whore–"

"No–no they—"

He hisses, shaking his head as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you fall silent, save for a quiet whimper, as he reaches down with his other hand to guide your hand along his cock, "They already know you're a whore—they probably knew you'd spread your legs for me didn't they?"

You try to shake your head or pull your hand off his dick but he doesn't let you move an inch that he doesn't want you to. Brian smiles, guiding your hand back and forth along the length of his cock. You stare at him and then down between the two of you.

Instinctively you squeeze his cock, a sense of pride rises inside your chest when Brian groans. He presses his thumb back a little farther on your tongue, spit pooling in your mouth and licks his lips as he smirks at you. You squeeze his cock again and after a moment he pulls his hand away from your mouth, grunting as he shoves you back against the mattress.

“You still want my cock princess?”

You nod after a moment, fists curled into the sheets as you stare up at him. He's surprisingly gentle as he traces his hands over your thighs, hiking the skirt of your dress back up around your waist. His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties and he taps your hip, beckoning you to lift your bottom half off of the mattress so he can drag the thin fabric down to your ankles.

He shifts a little closer, cock brushing against your thigh and you roll your hips in anticipation. He raises a brow at you, slightly shocked by your movement but he doesn't move to stop you, instead he reaches down between the two of you with one hand to guide his cock against your wet cunt, watching your reaction with a pleased groan when you whimper at him.

Brian presses into you slowly, stretching you with every inch of his cock. He groans, fingers digging into your hips as he bullies his cock deeper. It drags the air from your lungs and forces a string of breathless curses and whines to fall past your lips.

"Fu—fuck—oh fuck—you're so tight—" he hisses, biting his lower lip as he watches every inch of his cock disapear into the tight heat of your cunt. It takes him what feels like ages to bottom out, cock hitting the deepest parts of you until you swear you can feel him in your belly.

Mercifully he stops moving, seemingly just as overwhelmed as you by the feeling of you clenching around him. His mercy lasts for scarcely a minute before he rolls his hips and drags his cock out a few inches before driving it right back in with a low groan.

You choke, trembling hands reaching up to grasp at his t shirt, "bri—brian—fuck"

"It's alright princess—fuck you were made for this—" hums, leaning forward, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches up to hold your face. You whimper as he pulls his hips back until only the tip of his cock remains.

“Brian—bri—wait—”

He slams back into you forcing a choked sound from the back of your throat, “fuck—you—-how—how are you so fucking tight?” he starts thrusting slow and hard, gripping your hips as his pace quickens.

“Bri—”

One hand drags up from your hip to tangle into your hair, forcing you to look up at him, “What is it pretty girl—”

A whimper spills from your lips and you reach for him, unsure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer, “bri—brian—please—-you’re—-you’re too big—-slo—slow down”

He laughs, driving his cock into you a little harder, “You think I’d believe that I’m bigger than those fucking jocks you spread your legs for?”

You tremble under him,”Please—bri—-please—I’m serious—-fuck—”

“Oh thats real fucking cute—” he grins, tugging on your hair and groaning when your cunt clenches around him, “Don’t you worry princess—I told you I’d take care of you.”

He reminds you again that he has no intention of being nice or gentle with you as he fucks you just as relentlessly as he had when he had you cumming on his fingers. You barely even register the fact that he’s not wearing a condom—-you hate that your cunt flutters at the thought of him filling you with his cum.

And yet you beg him for more. Clinging desperately to him and sobbing with every bruising thrust of his cock. He grips your hip and holds you in place as he sets a brutal pace fucking you—-tearing you apart and then putting you back together with every drag of his cock—-

You’re ruined for anyone else—-you can’t even deny that at this point—-though you obviously weren’t about to admit that outright to him—-especially not when he’s still in the process of ruining you.

It doesn’t even take long for him to send you headfirst into another orgasm-—-it’s sort of terrifying how easily he brings you to the edge—-normally you were lucky to be able to orgasm even once—-

The only warning you get is the string of curses that spill from his lips and the jerk of his hips as he drives his cock into you as deep as it will go—your cunt flutters again and he spills into you saying your name all soft and pretty like a prayer.

He falls with you and your vision blurs—time slows and all you can feel is Brian—he surrounds you—consumes you—you drown in him.

His pace remains just as relentless and unforgiving even as he fucks you through your second orgasm and all you can do is cling to him. He curls over you, dragging your hips against his and mouthing at your neck, sucking a few more bruises along the way, choking on a whine every time he feels you squeeze around him.

“Fuck––Bri—Brian” you babble as his thumb grazes back over your oversensitive clit.

He shifts, pressing a few lazy kisses up your buck and along your jaw and then drags you into a sloppy kiss. He pulls out, smirking into the kiss as you whimper at the loss of his cock, cum already beginning to drip out of your cunt.

He rolls over, laying down beside you on the mattress. You come down from the high slowly, and even then you feel like you're stuck in a fog. You feel good—perfect actually—perfect and full and warm—

Without thinking you shift a little closer to him, curling against his side with a content sigh. At first he leans into it, arm curling around your side, hand tracing over your hip.

His laugh startles you,"I didn't expect you to be so clingy afterwards"

In an instant you pull away from him, dragging yourself up off the bed with a huff, "Fuck you Brian—"

He laughs again, leaning up on his elbows to look at you with a smirk, "Pretty sure I did fuck you already princess," he pauses, eyes dragging down between your thighs, "unless that's someone elses cum dripping from your cunt—"

"Fuck off." You hiss, pulling the end of your dress down and glancing around in search of your panties.

"You looking for something pretty girl—"

You turn to him as he shifts towards the end of the bed, tugging his pants up and giving you a smug grin. You narrow your eyes at him as he reaches his hand into pocket and lifts your lacy blue panties up in front of you.

"Give them back."

He thinks for a moment and then shrugs, "No I don't think I will,"

"Brian—"

"Nope" he hums, shoving the panties back into his pocket, "I think I'll keep em as a souvenir"

You curse under your breath, preparing to argue further until he gets up off the bed, taking a step towards you, tilting his head at you, " —maybe i'll give em back to you next time"

You bite your lip, stepping backwards and shaking your head, "We can't do this again—"

Brian raises a brow, “Who says?”

You fidget with the hem of your dress, pulling down a bit farther to cover your thighs—-you really wish you hadn’t gone with such a short dress—it was doing very little to hide the slick coating of your inner thighs.

You shrug after a moment, “We just can’t—-this was fun and all but—”

“Oh it was fun was it—”

“Well—I mean—”

He laughs—another step forward—-and another two backwards until you reach the door—- “You admitting you had fun with little old me? I’m flattered truly—-and I’ll be honest you’re a better fuck than I thought.”

You turn the lock and grip the door handle—-glancing at him with a frown before opening the door slightly—- “Let’s just agree to never discuss this okay?”

He looks at you for a moment, and then shrugs, leaning down to swipe his jacket up off the ground, “If that’s what you want then that’s fine by me,” he pauses as if considering his next words carefully—though you know for a fact he rarely ever thinks very clearly about any choice he’s ever made—- “Wouldn’t want your friends to find out what a little whore you are would you?”

In an instant you spin on your heels, just barely catching yourself as you pull the door open enough to slip through, losing yourself in the hordes of teenagers moving through the house—-as you pull the door shut behind you, you catch another glimpse of Brian, winking as he pulls a lighter and a fresh cigarette from his pocket—-

You left the party early—-mercifully you didn’t run into any of your friends—-though you did catch Max’s eye as you slipped past an incredibly stoned classmate—-you imagined you would be hearing from Maddy or Kirsten later on—-probably Kirstem, these days it seemed like getting on your ass was what brought her the most joy.

That wasn’t your biggest priority though if you were honest—-you really should not have fucked Brian fucking Wilcox.

#brian wilcox #brian wilcox x reader #brian fast food nation #fast food nation #paul dano fanfic #paul dano #danonation #this ones dedicated to danonation #just angels updates #just angel's thots #justcallmeangel #justcallmeangel fic tag #justcallmeangel masterlist #fanfic #reader is afab #reader insert #reader's friends are awful #nsft fic #hugs and kisses to my beloved bunni for helping to motivate me for this fic

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e-r0da · 7 months

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Happy meal.

“Wait-no Rika I didn’t mean—!”

“YUUTA YOU LIAR!”

Your eyebrows shoot up as the floor shook beneath you, forcing you to grasp a wall for support. Wait...Rika?

“Rika please it’s really okay—”

“YOU TOLD THEM NO ONIONS!!” The floor shook again.

Oh yeah, yup. Yuuta was definitely back.

The corner of your mouth twitched as you piped up. “Did he at least get the ranch, Rika?”

“-oh my god...”

“—YUUTA WHERE IS THE RANCH??!?”

You heard Megumi quietly step to your left, a small sigh leaving him. “No ranch? Now that’s just wrong, man.”

Turning your head in the direction of his voice, you murmured an agreement.

~Drabble from a larger thing I'm writing. Enjoy!~

#aka i saw that fanart with yuuta and rika at a fast food place and couldn't help myself #okkotsu yuuta #yuuta x reader #jjk yuuta #megumi fushiguro #yuuta x y/n #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #rika orimoto #fluff

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slumber-lexifer · 1 year

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Delivery

Yandere fast food worker x reader gn

(Warnings slight horny yandere themes)

It was late at night you were just relaxing on couch scrolling on your phone, in your apartment in the dark with TV on,your on your back chilling on the couch,you feel hungry your tummy rumbles in hunger, why not order from the new place,you go on your phone and open the app you order a soft drink and burger and place your order, you wait for its delivery.

Jerry was on brink of passing out he shouldn't take so many shifts but his new hobby he's prepareing for is all worth it, he's on his brake but he takes anyone shifts, and the employees know speaking of taking brakes, here comes a employe "Hay Jerry can you be a pal my brother broken his leg can you be a pal and deliver to this address?" they hand him the bag of food, With a "sigh sure l can do it." He takes the bag and walks out the restaurant he looks at the address to remember,

and he gets in his car he starts it up he drives off he pulls up at the building, he gets out and enters the building he enters and walks around, a bit lost he delivered to people before in here he bumps into the landlady, he's in unerform he's not suspicious he would ask her were the addresse is "Hay um excuse me do you know where this address is?" She replied with a deep sotinhing voice long black hair tall and red eyes"oh well that is where y/n lives there on right there"she points His heart beats he know that name,the credit card he can't get his hopes up and fantasy acting up with all the what ifs, plenty people have that name or not you make that name special it's you, and if you don't like it he cut his tongue out if ever said something to upset you, deep breaths in he needs to focus"thanks!" he leaves with a hop in his step he takes in deep breaths in, it may not even be you he's just working himself with fantasy he knocked on the door tension building as he heard footsteps holding his breath.

The door opens it the most perfect person put on earth he doesn't feel worthy to look at them he looks down avoiding eye contact,eyes darting up to look at you perfectly carved features like a stature carved from angels you are an angel.

Dame what taken so long lm hungry angry waiting impatiently there's knock on the door already standing at the door waiting impatiently for food, you rush to open and the man with your order standing at door entrance he looks stund, he's familiar oh wait the guy there something wrong with his breathing, l hope he doesn't have asthma, he's red in face sweating like he ran a marathon,

Oh my what can l do relax Jerry hand over the food and compliment them, speak confidently please Jerry dont mess up "you absolutely look gorgeous my darling you divine deity of beauty l would worship you...s..so..sorry..um..h..here's..yo..yyour..food" He thinks internally "shit to much there gonna hate me what am l gonna do what's wrong with me they want nothing to do with me they..t.they lm creepy" anxiety building up he cough to distract himself he nervously scratching his forearms he doesn't want to keep you waiting, he hands the food rubbing his neck anxiously to ground himself.

"Um thx" you grab the order bumping hands slightly you place it on you table he's still standing in the door way that accidentally skin touch,broken him he meakly speaks up avoiding eye contact "t..tthis is a lovely place are you alone ordering at night so late are you waiting for a friend?" he says with fake composure you feel a little freakd out he knows were you live now "um no lm alone?"

his posture sticking up his eyes dart up to look you into your eyes, "l can accompany you if want we can watch lord of the rings?" he desperately wants to stay with you as long as possible, he doesn't want to go back to his crappy 24.7 job,he much rather spend it with you make him feel alive not undead, at his job dealing with late night Karen's, please accept his offer you reply "it's a bit late l don't know you is all."

he wants to collapse to his knees please don't make him go back there, he takes it with a smile the hurt in his eyes, he can take a no he respect you just not your privacy,

"Alright lm Jerry not much of name like mine l can leave goodnight sweetheart have sweet Dreams." He close the door holding his heart, his legs feel wobbly around you he smiles fondly and chuckles lowly to himself, he knows were you live now he can protect,oh what you toothbrush colour would look like how it tastes his pants stiffn now he has walk to car funny he's definitely using that hand you brushed earlier for later.

To you oh lovely l got extra sauce it tast off whatever you throw it away l you walk back to the couch you dig in and watch crappy TV your roomate should be back by now.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere blurb #tw: yandere #yandere imagines #yanderes #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #my oc jerry #yandere fast food worker #yandere insert

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months

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Fast Food Reader arriving to work in shorts - they lost their work pants during one of the rare nights they're allowed to leave the premises and must deal with the reprocussions-

[Fast Food Reader walks up to The Janitor]

Fast Food Reader: Hey, S - glad you came in today.

The Janitor: you....you're not wearing your work pants.

Fast Food Reader: Yeah? So?

[Reader takes a seat at an empty table - thighs squished together as they slide into the both. The Janitor drops their broom]

The Janitor: ....I gotta go...

Fast Food Reader: you literally just got here-

The Janitor: I... uh... left my stove in the dishwasher-

Fast Food Reader: What?

The Janitor: Exactly. [sprints off before Reader can question them further - running straight into a wall]

Ice Cream Machine Ghost: Whoa! Nice view- Y'know, sometimes I forget you have legs. It's times like this I hate not having a body because I'd kill to have them wrapped around my-

Fast Food Reader, holding an unplugged cord: Guys, the ice cream machine is busted again!

[Fast Food Reader kicks off their shoes as they sit by the edge of the ball pit]

Fast Food Reader: Alright, you have more skin to work with today so make sure to get in their deep. I feel any of you go up my shorts and you're all going to pay

[The ballpit hands fight over who gets to touch Reader's legs first as they hope in]

[The mascot wedges their large head beneath the table Reader sits at during their break - rubbing their cheek against Reader's bare skin as their horns scrape the underside of the table]

Fast Food Reader: Lambchop, my break ended ten minutes ago. You gotta move, buddy-

[The mascot gives Reader the best and biggest puppy eyes they can give from their position]

Fast Food Reader: ugh... five more minutes

[The cultist recuperate outside after getting their asses handed to them by fast Food Reader]

Cultist #1: You really took a beating today.

Cultist #2: I know... when they started stomping on my face I just couldn't stop staring at their legs.. My blood was all over them...

Cultist #1: You're so lucky....

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere oc #Fast Food Reader #yandere text #yandere teratophilia

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https-cyber-slxt · 1 year

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Treat Me Like A Slut

Sub!Jack In The Box x FemDom!Reader

Ride it, slide it, bite it, get inside it.

Come on, touch my body.

I know that you like it, you can't hide it.

Come on, touch my body.

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HE'S SO 😫😫😫

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You'd never thought you'd be in this situation, after being fired from your old job, you were forced to work with your friend at the local Jack in the Box.

Your face was filled with sourness as one of customers complained about their food being cold, trying to calm the customer down, you spoke calmly towards them "Listen, I'm so sorry about the food sir, but it is the customers responsibility on how they handle it"

His face grew even angrier at your response and just as he was about throw even meaner words towards you, a hand landed directly on his shoulder.

The costumer turns around to be met with Jack's big smiling face,"Is this man bothering you, (Name)?"

"N-no! Not at all" Jack hums in response as he pats the costumers back, leading him outside of the restaurant.

You sigh in defeat as you take a break, walking out to the back of the building, taking a cigarette out of your back pocket. You hear footsteps approaching you, you decide to ignore them as you take a hit of your cigarette.

The footsteps stop in front you, "Jack" you spoke firmly, he sits down next to you, a sigh leaves his lips as one of his hands land on your knees.

"You want a promotion?" He asks out of nowhere.

"H-huh? Really?" Your voice filled with confusion. Really?? A promotion?? If you got a promotion you could finally buy a place to yourself.

You nod your head in agreement, excited about your new promotion, "Alright then, meet my at my place tonight" a bit of seduction in his voice, but you decided to ignore that part.

After a few more hours of work, and listening to costumers complain, closing time had arrived. You quickly rush out the door, locking it on the way.

8:35 PM | Jack's House |

You stood outside of Jack's house, your fingers messing with buttons of your jacket, your hand stops messing around and knocks on his door.

He immediately answers the door, that big red grin scaring the absolute shit out of you, you nervously chuckle at him.

Without a word he grabs your jacket, pulling you into his home, you yelp as you feel an arm wrap around you, the sound of the door slamming shut also coming into play.

You whimper as his other arm begins to wrap around you as well, you feel something touch your lips, but wasn't anything that belonged to Jack, no, it was more of a plastic feel.

Your whole body tenses up as you feel his breath directly next to your ear. He softly whispers to you "Cmon (Name), take it.... And get that promotion you've always wanted" he whines"Please (Name), fuck me"

You shakily sigh as you take the object in his hand, now that it was in your hands, you finally understood what it was... A dildo? With its harness?? Oh shit, he really fucking meant it.

Your eyes widen as his hand runs down your thigh along with his crotch grinding against your ass. "F-fuck (Name), hurry up, please"

His other hand wraps around your throat, grinding against you harder than before.

"Sh-shit, awh fuck~"

A power struggle broke between the both of you as you turn around and pin Jack to the wall and locking his hands above his head, ultimately winning.

He chuckles as your face grew with disappointment, you look down at the strap in your hands, thinking about all the things you could do to him.

"Keep your hands up, if you don't, I will make sure you can't walk for the next week, understand?"

He swallows thickly and slowly nods at your request, you let go of him, he keeps his arms up as requested. You smile at him and although it wasn't the best idea, you turn your back to him to adjust the strap properly.

You turn back around and walk towards him, "Say Jack, do me a favor and face the wall for me" He lowers his hands and turns to look at the wall, you wrap your arms around his waist, undoing his belt.

He whimpers at your actions, "Shit~ you're really g-good with those hands huh?" His sentence was immediately cut off by your hand squeezing his dick, a small yelp escaping him instead.

"Oh! Oh fuck! Jesus Christ (Name)"

After a few more minutes of teasing you decide to give him the what he wanted in the first place.

Without hesitation or warning you insert yourself into him, a loud moan leaving his mouth at the unexpected pleasure, you grab his arms and lock them behind his back, he gasps as one of his leg instinctively wraps around one of yours.

"Fuuuuck~, (Name), that's it, right there"

He pushes himself back into the dildo, trying to produce any sort of stimulation, "Nuh-uh, not until I say so" you spoke out as one of your hands held his hips still. He whines while trembling beneath you.

You change your mind on the position you were in, you turn around put your back against the wall, you drop Jack until he basically bending over, catching his hands to stop him from falling face-flat into the ground.

He turns his head towards you, his voice filled with worrisome, "(N-name)? What a-are you doing-"

His sentence was cut off by you thrusting into him, the strap hitting his prostate dead-on.

"Sh-shit (N-name), you co-could've given me a w-warning"

You laugh as speed up, his words slowly turning into nothing but swears as his hands grip yours tighter.

"Fuuuuck, shitshitshit, you-you really w-want th-that prom-promotion h-huuuuuh?~"

You giggle at him, "Uh-huh, I could finally get out of my old apartment, maybe you could even visit me from time to time"

He tries to laugh but he moans out instead, the pleasure overcoming him, "Oh shit, (Name) I'm go-gonna c-cum, f-f-fuck, ngh, ah!"

His moans grew louder as your hands grip tighter with his. His orgasm approaching closer.

"Go on Jack, cum for me" you laugh as he cries out, his legs twitching as his cum drips onto the floor.

He chokes out a whine as you push him back up into your chest, you loudly sigh while prepping his shoulder with kisses. He uses your thighs as support to keep himself up along with your help.

"So, about that promotion..."

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A/N: my writing has been so sloppy bro, I feel like shite

#dom!reader #fem!reader #sub!character #fast food #jack in the box #sub male #im so done #Spotify

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girlnextdoooor · 9 months

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If you're okay with it, can you write semi public sex + degradation with brian, there is like no dominant reader stuff with him and I wanna spit on him (you don't have to write that specifically if you don't want to lol)

make me beg || brian x gn!reader

summary: "What kind of insolent, stupid, childish, brat are you? Did you not think anyone would ever fucking check you because management doesn't care?" you spit at him, fire behind your eyes. "Anything to fucking say, asshole?"

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), written with afab genitalia, semi public sex, slapping, degradation, face-sitting, brian experiences subspace for the first time, dom!reader, sub!brian, spitting, reader is mean, brian's into it. (if i missed anything, let me know!)

a/n: first request! i love this greasy dude, and i hope you enjoy! :) edit: this is so long i'm sorry </3

Your coworker, Brian, was known to give everyone shit. And that means everyone, including you. He made long days at Mickey's hell, and in order to keep your job, you grit your teeth and bear it. Every snide comment, shoulder check, insult - you let it happen and let it fall away as soon as you clocked out.

Thankfully, you were on dishes for the rest of your shift, which meant you could finally get out from under Brian's hateful gaze. The taller man seemed to have singled you out of everyone he could possibly want to pick on, and zoned in on it, taking every single opportunity to be an ass.

After about an hour, majority of the dishes were done. Just a couple more tongs to wash and...

"Thought I'd wait for you to be done before I gave you these," Brian says with a sickeningly sweet fake smile. He lazily dumps another hour and a half worth of dishes into the water, causing it to splash and completely soak the front half of your clothes.

A gasp leaves your mouth as the water hits you, and he laughs. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that rude?" He sneers, still giving that sickeningly sweet smile. Your knuckles pale from your grip on the basin, gritting your teeth to stop from just shouting expletives at him.

He leans down close to your ear and you feel his breath on your neck causing goosebumps to shoot up your arms. "Better get back to work then, it's gonna be a long night", Brian turns and leaves, back toward the kitchen, where he stands eyeing you in between orders.

An angry blush coats your neck and ears in a throbbing red. 'Why does he always pull this shit with me? What the fuck is his problem?' you think. Being so caught up in angry thoughts, you don't even notice that you've still been washing dishes on autopilot.

A voice calls out to say they're leaving, which pulls you from your thoughts. That was the only other person here aside from you and Brian, and the only thing keeping you from openly snapping at him. Looking outside, you note the sun has already set. Great. Once again, almost finished with the dishes, which makes you sigh in relief. Just a couple more pans-

Another six pans are unceremoniously dumped into your dish water, and Brian laughs again from behind you. "It was a busy day today", he remarks. Feeling another wave of red-hot anger course through your veins, you spin on your heel, coming face to face with him. The look of genuine shock on his face when you grab a fistful of his uniform and pull him closer to your face is almost cute.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is with me, but this shit is not fucking funny. If anything, I'm repulsed to have to work with someone like you, and I would be happier if you just stopped coming in. What kind of insolent, stupid, childish, brat are you? Did you not think anyone would ever fucking check you because management doesn't care?" you spit at him, fire behind your eyes. "Anything to fucking say, asshole?"

A blush has started peeking out from under his uniform collar, and he refuses to meet your burning gaze. You shove him back with the hand in his shirt, "That's what I figured. Get your shit done so we can lock up". Another turn and you're beginning to wash the remaining pans, still angry, but significantly more relieved.

Brian stands there behind you for three more counts, unmoving, almost as if rooted to the floor. You half turn again, noting him still standing in the same spot. "What the fuck dude? I know you're not deaf; are you just stupid? go finish your shit or I'm leaving you here by yourself", you sneer. He still stands behind you, eyes locked on the floor so his messy hair falls into his face. You wait another minute or so before spinning around to face him again, arms dripping soapy water onto the floor.

"What? What could you possibly still be standing there for?" You yell, exasperated. Brian says nothing, but continues to stare at the floor. You trace his gaze and in your scanning you spot the tent in his pants.

Oh.

Suddenly flushed with second hand embarrassment, you point your eyes at a particularly interesting corner. "You cannot be serious right now". He makes no effort to say anything, but his breathing is labored and he's clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

"Look at me, freak", you snap at him, eventually lining your eyes to his view. Almost immediately he shoots his eyes up to meet yours. His entire face is red and his eyes are glossed over, which isn't a bad sight. Under normal circumstances, he's frustrating and annoying and every mean word under the sun. But now? Now he's listening to every command, every lull in conversation, waiting to be told what to do and how to behave.

For you.

This knowing that you're the one who has him hard in his pants at being called names, and you're the one that lit his entire face up in red hues, is enough to light something in you you had only briefly felt towards him before you shut it down yourself. Realization washes over your face when you fully grasp the power you hold over him.

"Kneel." You command, a smirk threatening to peek from your otherwise straight face. He says nothing, but obliges, lowering himself onto his knees in front of you. It's such a pretty sight, having Brian, the person who's done nothing but torment you for months on end, be at your beck and call. It makes your stomach churn with possibility.

"Come here", you say. A smile creeps onto your face when he crawls his way in front of you. "You behave so well when asked". He glances up at your face to try and read the situation, his entire face still a bright red.

You raise your hand and smack him one good time across the face, just for giving you extra shit to deal with today. A red welt in the shape of your handprint sticks to his left cheek, and he whimpers at the physical contact.

Oh.

He manages to breathe out a quiet, "Please more", before you hit him again on the opposite cheek, and he groans in response. Gathering all the spit in your mouth, you look down on his, what looks to be adoring, frame, and spit - catching in his hair. And he moans.

"Kind of filthy. Even for someone like you. Guess you really are just that disgusting", you chide. He lowers his head and lets a low noise rumble from his throat. You glance down, and what was a tent is now his erect cock completely showing through his pants. This could end up being really fun for you, you think.

You lean down to him, lips gently touching his ear, "Were you hoping you'd get on my nerves enough for me to smack you around some? Tell you how disgusting I find you?", you smile. He gently nods in response, "Ah... Yes, please", before squeezing his eyes shut. Pulling back from him, you notice his hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his mouth is ever so slightly ajar, giving view to his front teeth and tongue.

Out of pure impulse, you stick your thumb in his mouth, widening it just a little. His tongue convulses around your finger and he whines almost inaudibly. "Oh... I see what you want," you smirk.

At this point, you're absolutely soaked. Having this much control over someone who's been an asshole to you pretty much your entire time at Mickey's makes you want to do everything in your power to ruin him.

"On your back", you command, not even caring about the cameras or the fact that the lights are on and the doors are still unlocked. Brian immediately untwists his legs from under him and gets himself flat on his back in front of you, eventually readjusting to take his hat off. Slowly, you slide your pants down, almost as if putting on a show for him. He exhales like he's been holding his breath forever, before sucking in another quick, shaky breath while watching you. A giggle pushes it's way out of your throat, which makes his face darken in color. After your pants are kicked off your feet, your underwear swiftly come down with them.

You kneel on the unswept floor and bring your hips to a hover right above his face, and he drools. "Is this what you want, pretty boy?", you say, your own breathing growing heavy from arousal. He nods and opens his mouth in waiting, being exactly eye level with your wet cunt now. Spreading your legs, you let your heat make contact with his mouth, and he's immediately one hundred percent invested.

A gasp tears from your throat as his tongue makes deft circles around your clit. His tongue is so warm and wet around you, which causes you to grind down into his mouth. Brian slowly begins to fuck you with his tongue, moaning the entire time, making you cry out and grip your chest, flicking a thumb over your nipple.

"Ah... Brian..." You moan, your other hand snaking its way into his hair and pulling. You can feel him whine against your heat, sending shivers up your entire body. Glancing down, you notice he's staring directly at your face and whatever pleasure may etch into your features. His eyes are blown black from ecstasy.

You pull yourself from his mouth, eager to let him beg to fuck into you. Brian whines when you pull away, his lips flushed and wet with your slick. Shuffling down, you finally pull him free from his pants, and immediately line him with your entrance. You're inches from his face when you once again command an objective, this time it being for him to open his mouth. He opens up exactly after the words left you, and you spit into his mouth, leaving him moaning underneath you.

"Oh my fucking god Brian", you moan as you finally sink down onto him, your slick coating him easily. His cock is long, and throbbing with want. Off instinct, he lets a low, guttural moan tear from his throat, which only arouses you more. You pause for a minute once he's completely sheathed inside of you, becoming adjusted to him, and letting him twitch in anticipation. Eventually you move your hips, beginning to bounce, with eyes screwed shut, over and over again, allowing the whimpers and cries from Brian to spur you on.

"Please (y/n)... make me beg..." He whines, gripping your hips to keep a steady pace. Immediately your eyes snap open and your hands meet his on your hips, pausing any and all movement. You lean down again, and let your hot breath hit his ear and neck. "You want to beg for it? Then beg, pretty boy", you mumble. Brian cries out, shifting his hips slightly to move deeper inside you. "Please... Fuck - Please let me fuck you the way I need to, please. Please... Ahh", He moans, leaving his mouth almost completely open. Still leaning forward, you take this opportunity to spit in his mouth again. He stares into your eyes as he deliberately swishes your saliva around his mouth before swallowing.

"Good boy", you praise. Brian's hand reaches for his face to cover the continually darkening blush spread across his face, but you grab his wrist and keep it pinned to the floor. "I want to see your face, pretty", you praise again, and almost involuntarily his hips snap up, making you moan on accident. "Do you really want to fuck me?"

Brian gives out a weak nod. "Please... please ", his moans and pleads are drowned out by a gentle grind of your hips. You grab a fistful of his hair before gently saying, "Then fuck me like you mean it". He takes that opportunity and begins thrusting his hips into you, crying out every time a particularly hard thrust makes you involuntarily squeeze the hair in your hand.

His hips snap up, driving his aching cock deep inside of you. Over and over again he fucks into a spot that has you moaning for dear life. "Such a.. pretty boy... my pretty boy...", you moan, pulling the hand from his hair to rub circles into your clit.

You're the first to come, wailing praises of how god Brian is for you and only you. You involuntarily clench around him, and the praise sends him over the edge. A moan ripples it's way through your chest at feeling the thick ropes shoot inside of you.

Everything stops, almost as if time stood still. Both of you are sweaty and panting; Brian more so than you. You gently remove yourself from him and pull your jeans back over you while he collects himself on the floor.

"Tell me if you ever need that again. It's fun smacking you around", you laugh. He lets out a shaky breath and half smiles. "Maybe I will".

"Do you know how to clear the cameras?" you ask.

"No, I figured you did", he responds.

Well fuck. Looks like you're both about to lose your job.

#brian wilcox x reader #brian fast food nation #fast food nation #paul dano x reader #brian wilcox x you #reqs!

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