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PLAYING FAVOURITES — GOJO SATORU

❥ gojo satoru is one of the most popular names in japan. when he becomes a judge-slash-leader on a dance show, he takes an abnormal amount of interest in you, making everyone else effectively jealous of you. problem is, if either of you want anything to happen, you have to keep it hidden from public eye. you think it’s best to wait, at least until the show’s over, but unluckily for you—gojo has always been impatient with what he wants.

word count. 5.9k ♱ content warnings: female reader, modern au, celebrity!gojo, dancer!reader, scandals, gojo is kinda a lot unprofessional, nsfw - mdni, porn with plot, mentions of BL, alcohol, gojo eats you out, penetration, fingering, orgasm denial, no condom was used (you kids stay safe, use condoms), pet names (baby, pretty, princess), geto sees you naked, slight action on a motorbike, mentions of masturbation/vibrators. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune :)

Fame, wealth, prestige.

Over three million followers. Everyone either wants him or wants to be him. Always decked out in his sponsors’ clothes—this season it’s Chanel. One of the favourite faces for Vogue. Praised as an all-rounded genius; there’s rarely anything he can’t do, being a model, actor and dancer with hobbies ranging from skateboarding to professional motorcycle racing. There’s nothing that Gojo Satoru seemingly lacks.

Except maybe in the professionalism department. And that’s only because he met you.

Being the judge in a dance competition that’s being broadcasted internationally comes with a set of unspoken responsibilities, namely: you do not sleep with any of the contestants. It’s not his first time on this show, so he already has a reputation built as the strict but kind and professional judge (and also the hottest one to grace everyone’s tv screens). But since week two of knowing you, he’s already crossing boundaries—putting his work ethic to the test.

When the team he has to train celebrates their earlier victory against another, he treats everyone to drinks at one of the most bespoke places in Tokyo, holding it in a private room away from paparazzi eyes. Gojo makes sure you sit right next to him too, because like hell is he letting his favourite be at risk of some other guy’s touchiness.

Not him though. It’s fine if it’s him.

As everyone gets talkative and debating among themselves about who’s the better dancer, Gojo takes the chance to lean closer to you, his hair brushing your face. You stiffen up a little, in that adorable way he likes whenever he’s near (because you’re a fan of him before this, he knows—he can tell), before you ultimately loosen up as he puts a soothing arm around your shoulder.

“Not feeling so well today?” He asks, because you’re particularly quiet tonight, more so than usual, and he’s curious. He’s always curious about you.

You chuckle, taking a swig of your beer. “Just tired out from earlier,” you tell him, and he guesses it’s because of today’s recording. Gojo knows, of course, because he pays special attention to you.

He watches every move you make, every smooth curve, relishes in your movements, especially when you dance to an especially sexy song. Gojo isn’t so subtle either, always cheering after you end your set, always making comments that the editor would probably have to cut out most of the time, praising you with words like i could watch you… dance all day and every time you dance i fall in love all over again. (With dance… of course.)

So much so that every other contestant there is envious of the attention to detail you get when it’s Gojo’s eyes on you. They can only dream of it.

“How’s your legs? Heard they cramped up earlier,” he asks, daring to put a hand on your thigh, gently rubbing up and down, the hem of your skirt reacting to his movements.

You nearly choke on your drink, but you don’t reject him anyway—letting him rest his hand on your inner thigh. By the looks of it, you’re enjoying it too, aren’t you? That smile you’re suppressing isn’t very convincing if you aren’t.

But Gojo likes to be a little piece of shit, he likes to play games first—and he wants to play with you, because he thinks you’re oh so pretty and oh so talented, and you’re kind of fiesty too, during training, making him question all the boring models he’s ever dated just for their bodies.

Are you going to be the same? That’s what he wants to find out.

When the celebration ends, he makes sure he sends everyone on a cab back to the recording building, the residential apartments sponsored by the show being right next door to it. Except for you though. He holds you back from entering the last cab for the group, knocking on it to let the driver know to drive off.

Then, with a devilish grin on his face, he grabs a spare helmet and offers it to you.

“Wanna ride?”

Ten seconds later, you’re riding pillion, holding onto Gojo because you’ve never ridden on a back of a motorcycle that’s going this fast before. You should’ve known, really, because what other speed would an adrenaline-loving professional motorbike racer drive on? Judging by the look of his bike, it’s probably not actually allowed to be usable on the actual roads too—it should only be driven for races.

Not that Gojo cares, because he knows he’s the best and he wouldn’t let you get hurt. You thank god he chose not to drink tonight. You wonder if he drinks at all, now that you think of it. But Gojo accelerates and all your thoughts go out the, well, wind? You hold onto him tighter, and you swear you can almost see a smirk if not for the helmet in your face. He’s not even wearing a helmet, for fucks’ sake. Just how much of a daredevil is he?

To his credit though, he manages to get you to the destination safely, without a hair out of place for him because somehow, no matter what he does, he always looks drop-dead gorgeous. Talk about being born with good looks, good body, good everything. No wonder all the luxury brands are scrambling to be his sponsors. He could probably make trash bags look expensive.

When you get off, you realise that you’re not at the usual building, with grey walls and a shoddy exterior. This time, you’re face to face with a sleek black high-rise hotel, the kind that you think probably only the elites in society can afford. Just when you’re about to question Gojo on his intentions, he cuts you off.

“Do you mind? This place belongs to my friend, just gotta check in on him for a bit,” he tells you, looking at you expectantly, as though he’s daring you to say no. But you gesture for him to go ahead, and that shit-eating smile is back on his face.

Once you’re inside, you’re met with a floral aroma that’s not too pungent, the entire lobby enveloped in a bright warm light, filled with attendants who bow at the sight of Gojo Satoru strolling in, decked head to toe in Chanel (of course), who in turn ignores everyone else and pulls you by the wrist with him.

You sit by the bar as you wait for Gojo to finish conversing with his friend, who’s sat in the far corner of the hotel restaurant, table filled with paper and files that you’re not envious of. The life of the rich seems too complicated for you. You’re happy just being yourself and enjoying trying to make a living out of dancing.

From the corner of your eye, you can faintly make out his fox-like eyes, jet black hair—he’s a stark contrast to Gojo, who seems to be more rainbows and sunshine. You don’t know what his name is, but he gives you a smirk when he catches you staring, and you abruptly turn away, embarrassed from getting caught.

“You here with Gojo Satoru?”

The bartender appears in front of you, looming tall as he looks down at you. He has jet black hair too, but he’s more buff than Gojo and his friend—the type who looks like he can manhandle you if he wants to. That scar on his lip makes him look dangerous. A white rag is slung over his shoulder as he uses it to wipe the glass down.

You nod, trying not to appear too friendly. You never know what these men might be thinking. “Yep, but I’m just a nobody so don’t worry about me,” you tell him once you realise he’s pouring you a shot.

The man scoffs, his voice getting even lower. “Nobody that’s around someone like Gojo Satoru is really a nobody,” he tells you, sliding the shot glass over the counter.

You’ve already drank a lot earlier, but you can hold your own, so you accept it anyway, with the plan of asking to put it on Gojo’s tab if they ask you to pay. You think a single shot here can cost at least three hours of your wage.

“So you know Gojo well, then?”

Admittedly, a part of you is curious to learn more about Gojo. The one every tabloid uses to boost their viewers, and the one who seemingly dates a new girl every other month, and the one everyone somehow either wants to be, or wants to get with. You included, if you’re not being in denial.

“Only as much as I observe,” he tells you bluntly. The only reason he’s talking to you is probably because he’s bored out of his mind since you’re the only one there apart from the other two guys.

So you decide why not? You don’t think you’re about to ask Gojo about himself, so maybe the bartender is the next best thing. “Do you happen to know why he doesn’t drink, uh—”

“Toji.”

“Simple, he’s a lightweight, that’s all,” Toji tells you, rolling his eyes. “Took him two shots to get tipsy and by the time he took the third shot he was all whiny and ended up throwing up in that pot over there,” he nudges his head toward the plant nestled at the corner of the bar, his irritation earning a snort out of you. Judging by his tone, he probably had to be the one to clean it up.

“Hey, are you shitting on me to my student?”

Gojo’s behind you before you know it, an arm slung around you as his friend takes to the other side of you, showing you an interested gaze.

Toji barely pays Gojo any mind, putting away the glasses. “Ah, Satoru, looks like you got a new favourite huh?”

The way he says new favourite implies there’s an old one, and going by the news you’ve seen of him circulating online, there’s not really anyone that qualifies, with every relationship being such a short fling. Is that what Toji means or is he hinting at something else?

It’s like Gojo can sense the gears turning in your head, so he gives you a quick flick on the forehead before turning his attention back to the bartender. A childish grin appears on his face, one that you’ve never seen him show on tv before, or throughout recording. “How about you give us each two shots?”

“No.” Toji’s refusal is quick and crisp clear.

Beside you, Gojo’s friend snickers, amused as he swirls his own liquor of choice in his glass. “Satoru, stop trying to bully my bartender into quitting.”

“Then try to hire a more competent one,” Satoru sneers, Toji’s deadpan expression and Satoru’s childish one on par with each other.

Ignoring them, Gojo’s friend reaches his hand out to you, a friendly smile on his face. “I take it you’re Y/N?” He asks, and you nod politely, shaking his hand. “Geto Suguru,” he introduces himself, and your ears perk up, somehow finding that name familiar.

“Heard of him?” Toji asks you, entirely ignoring Gojo now, who’s pouting as he reluctantly takes a seat beside you. When you struggle to place it, Toji helps you out. “He’s an actor too, played as Satoru’s lover in one of the dramas.”

Your eyes widen as Geto suddenly looks exactly like the character he was acting as, his face growing more familiar by the second. He groans, rolling his eyes, and Satoru’s on your other side faux gagging with his tongue sticking out.

“Don’t remind me,” Geto sighs just thinking about it, “we had that entire fanfiction saga after that ended, too.”

When you turn to Gojo, he only side eyes you and tells you, “don’t even ask.” So you make a mental reminder to google it yourself later.

As much as you like socialising with celebrities that are way above your status, you feel the sleep catching up to you, the exhaustion from earlier creeping its way back in.

“I think I’m just gonna head back first,” you tell Gojo, finishing up your drink and getting up, but Gojo’s big hands find you first, holding you in place. It’s kind of hard not to let your heart flutter when you’re in such close proximity with someone who’s too utterly gorgeous for his own good.

Gojo opens his mouth just briefly before holding himself back and then just offering a smile. “You tired?”

You want to say you’re not, because if you’re being honest, you don’t get opportunities like this often, this being the first time you’ve actually had proper alone time with Gojo outside of your training, and even that you were surrounded by cameras watching your every move.

“Kinda,” you settle for, and it’s like Gojo senses what you’re thinking of that he offers you a cheeky smile.

With his fingers around your wrist, he pulls you with him as he exits the bar, an amused Geto left behind, whispering something you can’t hear to Toji, who shakes his head as though he saw this coming.

“Where are we going?”

When Gojo turns around and winks at you, you can only hope he doesn’t actually feel your pulse racing from where your hands are linked. It’s honestly irritating just how charming he can be.

He’s quick on his feet, the light reflecting off of his studded jacket as he drags you with him across the lobby to the lift, swiping a card and then pressing for the rooftop, the glass elevator smoothly bringing the both of you up. You turn around to face the view of the city, and your eyes light up.

It’s not like you’ve never seen the Tokyo skyline before, but to see it like this; undisturbed and in the company of someone you admire—it feels kind of unmatched.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Gojo’s voice flows through your ears like honey, his eyes piercing even as you look at them through the reflection on the elevator window. You only nod, mesmerised by both the view and the person. “I convinced Suguru to buy this place and make something out of it, used to be just an abandoned building at one point.”

And now it’s one of the most prestigious hotels in all of Tokyo, with a view that’s hard to beat, and a rooftop that’s entirely too beautiful that you wonder how long they spent just on the design alone.

The scenery distracts you from the fact that Gojo’s fingers are intertwined with your own as he brings you onto the rooftop, walking you to a corner where a thick wooden table sits, a single wooden ashtray in the middle.

Gojo lets go of your hand to sit on the table, feet propped up and body leaned back on his palms as he smirks to himself, satisfied that you find the view just as nice as he does.

You’re completely absorbed by the scenery before you, leaning against the edge, wide starry eyes looking at every thing in sight. Gojo wonders if you know how pretty you are, if you know what you do to him. Every single time he sees you, he has to hold himself back from acting out of line thanks to all the cameras surrounding you. That, and the warning given by the producers to keep things professional.

But Gojo thinks fuck being professional, because neither of you are being watched right now, and he knows he’s not the only one out of the two of you that’s aware of the chemistry between you. Your lingering eyes, the way you always look out for him, the way you willingly let him cross the line sometimes.

Slowly, he comes up behind you, mirroring your pose, arms leaning against the edge too, enveloping you in between his body. It’s shameful really, that if you didn’t have restraint, Gojo won’t have it either, but it’s all up to you. His right hand comes up to brush against your cheek, and he can tell by the muscles on your shoulders that you’re stiffening up—he’s been paying attention to your body way too much. He can argue it’s his job, but never when it comes to you.

Even now, when he’s so unashamedly staring at how your top hugs your body so well, how your skirt is at a length tempting enough to hike over your ass. Just imagining what you look like underneath all that is enough to make him hard, his hips instinctively closing the gap between you.

Your head’s been muddled for a while now, and you gasp at the feeling of Gojo against you. You’ve thought of this situation before, of the physical attraction between you and Gojo coming to a head, but you’d always thought to leave these kinds of things until after the show’s over. Seems like Gojo has the opposite thoughts, those same views seeping into your own head, making you reconsider, and it looks like he’ll come out on top.

You can’t help but let out a whine as you feel his big hands on your inner thighs, beckoning you to spread them for him. It’s pitiful how easily you obey, and Gojo is just as desperate, your stomach being pushed further against the edge of the railing.

In spite of it all, Gojo’s trying his best to limit himself to this, his hands squeezing your thighs in frustration. “Fuuuck,” he groans as his fingers sneak up against your underwear, feeling how wet you are already. “If you don’t stop me I don’t know if I can control myself.”

It’s really unfair of him to say that, you think, when he’s the one who’s been coming on to you. Still, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this, if you said you didn’t want this too.

“You’re supposed to be the teacher, shouldn’t I be the one following your lead?” You ask back, breathless from how Gojo’s already rubbing circles against your clothed clit, his dick only getting harder as he continues to press himself against your ass.

If you were being completely honest, you’d been waiting for this for a while. An entire month feeling the tension between the two of you without acting on it. An entire month of dancing together, training under him, sometimes with his big hands on your waist and you having to pretend that this doesn’t affect you at all. Your patience is wafer thin by now, and Gojo’s is probably even thinner.

You hear Gojo suck a deep breath before he forcefully turns you around, his half-lidded eyes filled with lust. Your gaze falls to his pants, the outline of his dick way too obvious against the expensive fabric. You swallow the lump in your throat; he’s so big you wonder if you can actually take him.

With a smirk, Gojo sneaks his fingers back up under your skirt, pressing against your clit, “just wanted to see what you look like when you feel good.”

This scene is so surreal that you wonder if you’re dreaming. Renowned celebrity Gojo Satoru who’s famous enough to be a household name with a fairly decent reputation is actually here with you, right now, aching for you so badly that he can’t control himself?

“What are you thinking about, pretty?”

His nicknames are going to be the death of you. He’s been controlling himself until now, so you’re not surprised if he’s pulling out all the stops tonight.

Your own eyes mirror his expression, the desire no longer tolerable to control. Usually you’re fond of playing games but this time you’re way too impatient to wait any longer.

“I think… I want you,” you tell him honestly, and for a brief moment you think you see the pupils in his serene blue eyes dilate before his gestures turn feral, his hunger blatantly obvious in the way his hands grip your waist, firm and strong as he kisses you, hips grinding desperately against you, chasing the friction he so badly needs.

“Fuck this is gonna be so bad if we get caught,” he mumbles in between kisses, both of you entangled with each other, your fingers grasping at his hair, his own hands squeezing your ass as he groans at how perfect this feels.

In the moment, you think you couldn’t care less. “Guess we just have to make sure we don’t get caught,” you tell him, and you feel him smirking against you.

“Knew I liked you for a reason,” he chuckles, lifting you up to sit on the edge. He can tell from the way your body reacts that you’re nervous. “Promise I won’t let you fall. Trust me?”

Do you even have any other choice?

You nod, and his childish grin gives you a whiplash. “Ha, good girl,” he praises you before kissing you silly, his one hand holding you in place while the other slowly slips your underwear off, discarding it to the ground. Gojo looks up at you one last time as though making sure you’re sure about this, and the moment you nod, he’s on his knees, trailing kisses on your thighs.

The only thing you can do is watch as he gets dangerously close to your cunt, beautiful eyes watching your expression as he gets closer. He always likes to look at you. He wants to observe just how insane he can make you feel. He wants to know just how badly you want him too.

His strong hands push you forward slightly, his head completely between your thighs now as he gives your clit a small lick, enjoying the sound of you squealing when he does so. He doesn’t hide his mirth, chuckling as he dares himself to taste more of you, licking a fat stripe up your pussy, groaning from how good you taste. Better than he imagined. Better than when he jerked off to you that one time after rehearsal. Better than anyone.

Your fingers yank at his soft white locks as he loses himself in you, groaning in satisfaction as his tongue flicks in and out of your warm pussy, your thighs locking around his neck, your hips grinding against his lips and begging for more.

“You’re driving me fucking insane, you know that?” Gojo asks, his eyes failing to watch your expression now that he’s busy staring at how wet your pretty little pussy is.

From above, you relish in the way Gojo can’t seem to get enough of you, his lips filled with your slick, cheeks and ears red from whatever he may be feeling. It’s a side you’re sure that’s hidden from public, and call you silly but you think that kind of makes this special somehow.

He doesn’t spare a second in standing up and lifting you off the edge, letting you down gently on the table, flicking the ashtray away. Gojo’s hands slowly hike your skirt up over your stomach, unbuttoning your shirt, the moonlight illuminating you in all the right places. His lips move to your stomach, pressing light kisses on your body, trailing upwards to the valley between your breasts, his free hand unclasping your bra in one swift motion.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes against your skin, his lips grazing against the goosebumps that form. Your head tilts up, your back arching as you feel his fingers entering you, one first before the second one slowly joins, Gojo’s ever observant eyes watching as you moan from the pleasure, fingers picking up the pace because he decides he likes the way you sound. “Feels that good, huh?” He asks when he feels you clenching around him.

Your eyes fly open as you meet his own, the yearning from your gaze in full display, your whimpers are all you can let out because Gojo doesn’t let you breathe from his kisses now. He thinks you’re fucking addictive, thinks he was doomed from the moment he first saw how you moved, dancing with just the right force, eyes ogling at your body every single second, always looking for you in the crowd of contestants.

“Gojo—”

He immediately shuts you up with a forceful kiss, his fingers stilling inside you. Gojo’s eyes look into yours, a gentle dominance in his sneer. “Satoru,” he corrects you.

First name basis isn’t something you thought you’d ever get to do with him, but it’s not like you don’t like the thought of it.

“Satoru,” you breathe out, earning a peck on your lips as you say his name.

“What is it?” He asks, almost mockingly, because he knows exactly what you want. Gojo’s fingers move achingly slow inside of you, pushing against that spot you like—he’s already familiar with you just from this brief dalliance alone. “Hmm, can’t understand if you don’t use your big girl words.”

The way he sounds so condescending is downright humiliating, and yet your pussy clenches around his fingers that it takes everything in him not to concede so easily.

Thank god you do though.

“Satoru please fuck me,” you plead, tears in your eyes and looking just so absolutely delectable that he gets the flicker of a thought that he doesn’t want anyone else to get to see you in a state like this. Only him.

He plays right into your hands too, letting his pants and boxers pool to the floor, one of his hands pumping his cock, precum leaking from the tip, his mouth falling open as he slowly enters you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you take him in.

“So fuck—fuckin’ tight,” he grunts, slowly pushing into you, your perfect tits earning a squeeze as you try to adjust to his size. Gojo looks at where you’re connected, praising you with a flurry of good girl and your pussy’s fucking made for me.

You knew he was big, but it’s so much more than you anticipated, even harder with his thumb pressing down on your clit, teasing you and waiting to see your limit. He’s smirking down at you, though your eyes are squeezed shut to see it.

“What? Wanna cum already? That fast, baby?” He mocks, starting to rub your clit. To think, he’s not even all the way in. God, you’re so fucking perfect. Gojo doesn’t think he’s ever felt so much satisfaction from teasing someone before that he wants to tease you even more. Pinching on your nipple with his other hand, he makes you squeal. “Baby baby, be a good girl, okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss on your cheek, “better not cum until I tell you to.”

“I can’t-can’t hold it in—” You’re already struggling to think, let alone speak, and that’s exactly what Gojo likes. The way you’re so vulnerable for him, completely different from your demeanour when you’re dancing.

Tilting his head, he grins as he thinks of an idea. “If you can’t hold it in, ‘m afraid I’ll have to punish you,” he says, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw, loving how you’re completely at his mercy.

“Wha- how?” You’re quivering, your body so so close to your high, your willpower threatening to break any second now.

Gojo chuckles, low and deep, as his mouth moves to your ear. “If you can’t be a good girl for me tonight, I won’t touch you ever again,” he whispers, smug as he watches you pout, knowing he’s got you figured out. You want this as much as he does. He doesn’t think he can follow through with that at all, but you don’t have to know that.

All he knows is that you’re buying it as you nod, holding it in. He kisses your forehead as he resumes pushing inside you, watching as you struggle not to cum just from him entering.

“Oh god, you feel so f’kin good, baby,” he praises you again, watching as he’s fully inside of you now, tears falling from your eyes.

He starts moving slowly, getting your pussy to adjust to his girth, laughing at how you’re trying so hard not to let yourself go. You might possibly be one of the most amusing girls he’s ever met.

“Hmm, you’re so sensitive… want me that bad, pretty? Want me to fuck you again after tonight, is that it?” His tone has a lilt to it, and even though he’s mocking you for it, truth is, he’s throbbing inside of you, his own seed threatening to spill out at any moment.

Still, he supposes you’re being so obedient, nodding profusely like that, so worried that you won’t get his attention anymore that he guesses he can throw you (and himself) a bone.

“Mmm, maybe I should go easy on you, huh?” He acts as though he’s not completely a gone case, as though he’s not driven insane like you are. “Want that, baby?” Gojo’s fingers pinch on your clit, and god damn it your mewl is too cute to resist. You nod, not even knowing what for but knowing you need it.

“Want me to let you cum?”

You nod again, and Gojo’s chuckling.

“Still want me to fuck you after tonight?”

You nod again, much more, and Gojo’s ego has never been boosted higher. You’re holding it in so bad, clenching around him so tight that it nearly hurts.

“Fine, cum for me.”

Not even a second later, you’re screaming his name and cumming around his cock as he thrusts into you, riding you out, watching as you squirt all around him, using all his energy to keep himself from spilling inside you because that won’t do.

Gojo pulls out, spilling his load all over you—your chest, your stomach, your clit, watching him taint your body and watching as you let him, the sight of you an absolute hot mess as you pant under him.

It’s adorable, really, how you’re seemingly spent just from that. It’s even more adorable how you think he’s already done with you.

But before Gojo can say anything else, you hear a familiar voice cut in.

“Least you guys could do is lock the door, you know?”

Shooting your head to the side, you see Geto there, a mirthful smirk on his face as he waves hello. You’re mortified, already trying to cover yourself up, Satoru’s cum staining your clothes. Satoru himself, on the other hand, appears unfazed as he pulls his pants up, sighing.

“And maybe you shouldn’t be watching other people fuck, Suguru,” he says, completely unbothered still, and you’re wondering why until Geto speaks again.

“Aww, thought we could share this one too,” he sighs, and his disappointment sounds fake, like he knew all along Satoru wouldn’t go for it. But all you can think of is that he added too—so they’ve shared girls before? You can only imagine just how well they know each other.

In one swift motion, Geto is beside you, seemingly admiring all the places where he knows Satoru’s touched, his hand on your back while he kisses your cheek, before he’s pushed back by Satoru himself.

“Don’t touch her,” Satoru snaps, removing his shirt before you realise he’s offering it to you to wear, now that yours is dirty. He covers your body with his own while you change out of it, with Geto continuing his facade.

“Oh? This is a first, Satoru. You, not willing to share with me?”

Despite their words, the atmosphere isn’t tense at all, and you guess that’s just how close they are.

Satoru scoffs. “Told you, this one’s all mine,” he proclaims, a little hint of smugness in his voice. This time, without waiting for Geto to respond, Satoru grabs you by the arm and waves a hurried bye! to his friend before escaping his sight.

As you take the elevator back down, you’re still trying to process what happened, between fucking who’s supposed to be your teacher and judge in a competition to having Geto witness you nearly naked after getting fucked by his best friend.

Is this really your life right now? You’re really not just making this all up in your head?

In front of you, Gojo’s busy typing away on his phone until the elevator dings, snapping you both out of your reverie. He can tell you’re dazed, but to be really honest, he takes that as a good thing so he gleefully takes your hand and pulls you along with him, briefly giving you a once-over, loving how you look in his shirt. Maybe he should give you more shirts from his closet to wear for your performances. He’d definitely get a kick out of it.

When you reach his motorcycle again, you stop short before asking him again, “where are we going, Satoru?”

You’re still calling him Satoru. He grins. He likes that—likes the show of intimacy, even if it can only be in private.

Gojo revs his motorbike, gesturing for you to just get behind him, which you do—like the good girl he knows you are. He waits until he’s driving away before answering you.

“I was thinking my place,” he says, riding faster, his dick growing hard just thinking about fucking you again.

And it’s like the wind against your face knocks some sense into you again, realising that you and him aren’t just two people separated by your statuses in the world; that the Satoru you know is no longer just the Gojo Satoru you’ve read about in countless tabloids and videos. You came on the show, Satoru took an extreme interest in you, and you’re both now probably violating the rules by, well, fucking, and neither of you want to stop now either.

Just like he’s got you wrapped around his finger, he’s at your every command. Because he wants you. And you know that. And it’s fine if it’s just physical, because you doubt it will go anywhere either.

So maybe it’s okay to let loose.

Your fingers drop to the hem of his pants, palming his cock through the fabric, and Gojo grunts from how good it feels, the motorbike swerving a little when Gojo can’t keep control, distracted by your ministrations.

“Hah, you’re a little fucker, aren’t you?” He chuckles, going fast enough that no one can see what you’re doing, not that there’re a lot of people at this time of night anyway.

“Yeah, what can you do about it?” You tease, feeling a little more comfortable now, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Satoru clicks his tongue, smirking as he looks at your reflection through the mirror. “Careful, pretty, or I’ll make you wear a vibrator the next time we have group rehearsals.”

You fall for it, furrowing your brows. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Satoru laughs out loud, going even faster now, your arms instinctively hugging him round the waist, not daring to tease him anymore—and you should’ve taken that he’s a professional racer before you started teasing him, really.

Daring to turn around to look at you, he smirks. “We’ll see,” he chuckles, “I’m supposed to be your mentor. Can’t let you off the hook that easy, princess.”

Of course, later that night, you’re caught in between Satoru and his inexplicably expensive silk sheets, situated in his all-too-big penthouse suite, moaning his name over and over, his teeth marking your breasts, cock dragging along your gummy walls and fucking you until you can’t think of anything else but him.

As Satoru watches you cum for the fourth time that night, he smirks, watching you writhe underneath him. Yeah, he definitely won’t let you off the hook. Who knows what’ll become of both of you once the show ends? But for now, as long as it’s still going on, he’s going to have his fun with you.

In secret.

#i need him so so so bad </3 #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo smut #༊ &.writing

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gloxk · 7 months

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giving jjk men the sloppiest of top in the most random places?😭 like Geto asking you to suck his dick in the bathroom at wendy’s? OR GIVING HEAD ON TOP THE FERRIS WHEELL??

Giving JJK men head in random places!

(Gojo, Choso, Geto)

A/N: Hol on…wendys? Out of all places? WENDYS? But the ferris wheel? That’s actuallyy so cute(￣￣)… Anyway i kinda threw in tattoo artist geto…bc like..that’s so hot. 17+ MDNI.

w/c: 600+

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GOJO! Gojo would definitely ask you to give him head anywhere anytime. He’s the type to fuck you anywhere he can. I absolutely see him asking you to give him brain while shopping. “Baby please, i’m spending all this money on you and I can’t get something in return?” It wasn’t the fact you didn’t want to give him head. I mean he’s fucking Satoru gojo. Who doesn’t wanna give him head? It was the fact he was asking you to give him head in the back of Victoria Secret. “I’m not giving you head in the dressing room, I’m sorry you’re gonna have to wait.” You looked through the pretty lace panties and bras. Picking up the cutest little thong and tossing it over to satoru. He continued to beg and whine when you didn’t give in. He threw in a couple of phrases like ‘pretty please with a cherry on top.’ & ‘Oh but you look so pretty sucking my dick.’. Anything he said went through one ear and out the other. If he wasn’t talking money you weren’t listening. “How bad do you want that new Chanel bag?” That man sure knew his way with words. Because he knew exactly how to get what he wanted from you. You turned to look at him grabbing his hand and leading him to the back. Once you found an unoccupied dressing room you got on your knees eagerly unzipping his fly. “Real bad.” You wasted no time sucking him off. Bobbing your head up and down swirling your tongue around his length. One thing was for sure, you were getting that Bag.

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CHOSO! My sweet baby Choso would never ask for such horrendous things. But you couldn’t help find it cute when he squirmed while you rubbed his bulge through his pants. “Baby we can’t, we’re on the ferries wheel. People will hear or see us.” He looked around frantically while his hand covered his mouth. “If you keep quiet nobody will hear, and i’ll stay low. Just trust me.” He was so embarrassed when you first asked to give him head. He was always to shy to act on something so bold. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to see your puffy lips around of his dick. His eyes widened when you got on your knees- slowly pulling down his sweat pants. He watch as you stroked his dick up and down. He whimpered softly letting his head fall back. “Just hurry.”. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You spat on his tip watching the bead of salvia fall down slowly coating his hardened dick. One of your hands jerked him off while the other played with his balls. You kissed his pretty pink tip softly before you deep-throated him. It was so cute watching him cover his mouth hoping no one would hear his moans.

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GETO! Hear me out. Tattoo artist Suguru. Oh lawd..you giving him head minutes before his client walks in. “Damn ma, I got a client in a few minutes.” He groaned looking at the time. You were already on your knees ready for him. He caressed your cheek leaving a small peck on your forehead. “Give me five minutes, I’ll be done in five minutes.” You gave him pleading eyes, you just wanted to hear him moaning your name again. He looked around and gave you a slight nod. It didn’t take long for his dick to be in your mouth. You gagged as he pushed your head down thrusting into your throat. His thrusts were deep with a punch of aggression. Shoving his dick so far down your throat it hurt. “Fuck y/n. Needa do thiss more.” His ‘s’ sizzles over his tongue creating a hissing noise. Your eyes never break eye contact with his. He watched as your pretty eyes watered as he touched your uvula. “Geto your client is here.” a voice called for him behind the door. It didn't stop him from fucking your face until your mouth was full. <3

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satorubi · 1 year

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𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 — FT. GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS ⋮ you give gojo a very special gift for his birthday.

— CW ⋮ f! reader, dom! gojo, established relationship au, cum tasting, breeding, blowjob, tittyfucking, doggystyle, usage of profanity, usage of pet names such as love/slut/pretty girl

— NOTES ⋮ i posted this a while ago but tumblr removed it so here i am reposting. some things have been revised and edited. anyway, happy early bday to the one and only satoru <333

the faint sound of pnd’s her way echoed off of the walls as gojo stepped foot into your high-rise apartment. he could place together a smell of his favorite dishes, an incent you always burned, and the delicious chanel fragrance he loved to breathe in when embracing you.

“baby? you here?” he calls out, growing a bit anxious when he hears no response.

setting his keys on the counter, he wandered into your bedroom. to his surprise, he found his pretty girlfriend dressed in nothing but a thin piece of laced lingerie. it was white— his favorite color on you, with your hair curled just how he liked it and body oil covering your shape; making it glisten.

“like what you see?” you question, an innocent gaze in you as eyes as you peered up at his lengthy stance. he could barely utter out a sentence, you looked almost edible.

“all this for me?” he asks, cupping your cheek with his hand and pressing his lips onto yours. before he could get too excited, you placed your hands on his chest to shun him away.

“not so fast, birthday boy. we have pasta to eat. i spent a good amount of time on it too,” you comment. gojo’s tongue runs across the bottom of his lip before placing another kiss onto your lips.

“ah, i kinda got a taste for somethin’ else. somethin’ soft, and wet,” he says in between pecks. you giggle, not dismissing his serious facial expression. don’t get him wrong, he adored your cooking. he would’ve much rather had your homemade dishes than the nasty bar food he had earlier with his friends, but you just looked too fucking good.

“no. i want you to eat before it’s cold—“

“and i’m gonna’ eat it,” he cuts off, “i just want a little appetizer first.”

gojo’s lips meet yours again, only this time, more slowly than the last. it felt like he was sucking at your lips rather than kissing them. you could taste the cool mint flavor on his tongue, the gum he had in his mouth still being there as he tongued you down.

you sat up from your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, nails scratching at his fresh undercut. the smacking of both your lips only grew louder as the heated make out session continued. you moaned and he groaned, a hand coming down to palm your ass cheek. he juggled the flesh in his hands before pulling his lips from yours to catch a breath.

“what do you say, baby? gonna’ let me get a taste? i know you want one too.”

and of course, you whisper “yes,” causing a smile to form on his lips. he kissed you once more before sending a smack to your ass, your mind already knowing what he wants. with your stomach meeting the silk sheets, your ass perked high into the air, waiting for him to make any type of move.

“god, it’s so fuckin’pretty,” he breaths, undoing the drawstring of his grey sweatpants. you could hear his heavy cock spring out and make a thud against his stomach. you began to whine and wiggle your ass, trying to get him to put it in already, but he wanted to take his time with you tonight.

his slender fingers eventually found their way to your hole, letting him curl and jolt in and out of you steadily. “this pussy’s so we. ready for me aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“g-gojo that feels s’good,” you whimper, extending your arms out in front of your to grip at the mattress. his fingers continue to feel the insides of your sopping cunt, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched you begin to fuck his fingers. your whimpers had him twitching— literally. the pretty cock attached to his shaft began to jump a bit at the sight of you.

“i can’t wait to taste you,” he mumbles under his breath, loud enough for you to hear making you clamp around his fingers. “can’t wait to fill you full.”

“wanna’ taste you too gojo.”

he chuckles, “yeah? such a slut f’ me. how bout’ i fuck that pretty face of yours?”

you'd practically nodded before he could finish his sentence, smiling as you climbed out of bed and onto your knees. your hands sat on your lap as you waited for the green light from him, as giddy as ever.

“someone’s excited, like suckin’ my dick that much?”

you laugh, taking his big cock in your small hand and placing it directly on top of your face—his length almost reaching the top of your forehead, “only yours.”

gojo grins, flexing his lower abdomen to make his cock thump and move against your face causing you to smile blissfully. within a blink of an eye, your tongue licked a long stripe from his base to his tip making him give you a small, ‘shit’ under his breath. his white tank top has now risen just above his tummy, gojo holding on to the fabric with his teeth.

it was a heavenly view for the both of you.

the sounds of your sucking made his cock dance in your mouth, the twitching making you laugh around him, “feels good, hm? don’t squirm so much,” you joke, latching your mouth back onto him swiftly. the scene of you bobbing your head left him speechless.

“i can’t help it, baby. you do this shit so well— do the little thing you do— yeah, yes, yes,” he mumbles as you swallow him whole. the tip of him hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. as you pulled away, a trail of saliva followed behind you. and you slurped it right back up, now suckling on his tip as if it were candy.

“you’re a fuckin’ gem,” he praised, “love watchin’ you be such a slut, sweetheart. you look so pretty doin’ this to me.”

you pulled your mouth away with a pop and batted your lashes, “yeah? gonna cum for me, satoru?” using both hands to stroke him, you maintained eye contact while muttering praises of encouragement.

“wait, wait, wait, baby. i wanna’ try somethin’,” he hisses, pulling back from your hold. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sudden stop, “scoot back against the wall and take your bra off.”

despite the many questions that popped into your head, you obliged— doing exactly as he told. you still had drool all over your lips from earlier, but you were ready for more— you were going to get exactly that, too.

without wasting any more time, gojo guided your hands to your breasts, mumbling a simple “hold em’ like this,” as he pushed them together. at first, you sat there still dazed, but then he began to stick his cock in between the two, thrusting upwards slowly.

he was titty fucking you.

it was something he’d always thought about but never acted on. it wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, but it never came up in conversation. seeing how aroused he’d gotten from the gesture makes you think you should’ve done it a long time ago.

“god-fuckin’-damn,” he groans, throwing his head back in pure delight. his hands moved to cup your face as his cock slid between your tits, the already oily skin making it easier for him to pick up speed. “could do this all day—fuck.”

by the look on his face, gojo could feel his tummy boiling over with pleasure like a pot on a stove. you knew he hated cumming before you, claiming it was ‘embarrassing’ but he couldn’t exactly help it. his lips were slightly parted and small suppressed whimpers threatened to escape mouth, completely in awe. he was trying to hold off but everything felt entirely too good.

“ohh—fuck! i’m cumming, baby— aah,” he moaned, a little bit louder than he intended to. spurts of white painted your chest like a canvas as you watched your boyfriend stare down at you with a smile on his face.

you gently let go of your tits, releasing gojo’s aching cock. out of curiosity, your two fingers slowly scoop some of his dripping ecstasy from your chest and into your mouth, sucking on your fingers to get a quick taste. “mmh, made me all messy, satoru,” you giggle.

he kisses you gently, not really giving a fuck and tasting himself on your lips. after all, it was his mess and he liked to clean up after himself. “i’m bout’ to do it again, get on the bed. spread those legs too, wanna’ see my pretty pussy,”

his pretty pussy— the words making you all the more damp as you climb onto the mattress, ass up face down position of course; gojo’s favorite. the white thong that hid between your cheeks was now pulled to the side to reveal your glistening cunt, leaving gojo’s dick hurting from the throb.

“hold it open. i wanna’ get a closer look,” he instructed. your pretty nails helped spread your ass open, two pretty holes staring back at him, “fuckin’ masterpiece.”

cheeks growing warm, you whine, “put it in gojo— fuck.”

a small swat to your right cheek shut you up rather quickly, “don’t be like that. it’s my birthday, lemme’ admire my cake,” he teased, the pun only making you whip around and glare at him.

gojo spat on your pussy and his dick while holding his large cock in his hands after what felt like an eternity of torture. his tip brushed against your opening as he cautiously slipped inside you. it felt like he was tapping on your barricade, asking to be let in. he was so wide, but you handled the stretch like an expert.

“open up for me.”

“ouuu-gojo! slower baby, y-you’re too big,” you whine, earning a deep chuckle from him as he gently stroked your pussy. the creamy sounds of him sliding in and out of you made your eyes travel to the back of your head as you whispered his name.

“c’mon sweet thing, you got it.”

the rasp in his voice had your heart fluttering— your pussy too; hips beginning to move, pussy gliding along his cock. gojo softly began to match your pace. his cock was being pulled in and out of you and you loved every second of it, “i-it feels good toru,” you whine, “so, so fucking good, baby.”

your compliments were like a green light, and gojo’s hips began to accelerate as your ass made a thunderous clap with each thrust. the heat of your cunt around him caused you to hear sounds from gojo that you had never heard before. he was completely engrossed in the paradise in front of him.

to gojo satoru, this was heaven and you were indeed an angel.

he’d realized how thankful he was to have someone like you. someone so sweet and attentive and observant— everything he’d ever wanted. fuck all of the presents and the material things. seeing you like this was one of the best gifts he could’ve ever received.

“eughh—toruu! r-right there,” you plead. he was so gravitated toward you— your ass jiggling with everyone meeting to his pelvis, the pretty cries you let out, the gushing sound of your cunt fucking him back mercilessly— satoru fucking adored you.

“right here?” he asks, pushing down on your lower back as he fucked you into the mattress, “gonna’ fuck a baby into this pretty lil’ cunt, you’d like that wouldn’t you pretty girl?”

“t-toruuu—feel like m’ gonna- like m’ gonna’ c-cum,” you whisper. you tensed as his hand reached around you and under your pudge, lifting your hips to fix your broken arch. he then wrapped both hands around your neck, bullying his cock into from behind while using your throat for balance.

“yeah? gonna’ cum on me like a good girl?” his erotic words didn’t fail to make your body shudder as small droplets of your euphoria shot from your hole; juices covering both gojo’s cock and lower belly as he continued to hit it from behind.

you could barely utter a word due to his grip on your neck— but you loved it all. the moan you could let out sounded more like a grunt as your eyes crossed in a daze.

“aah— knew you could do it, pretty girl, always take me so well. l-love you s’much, gonna’ cum. where do you want—fuck— want it baby?” he asks, only seconds away from his orgasm.

“in, in, in! mmm—cum in me!”

swiftly, gojo pulled you against him, your back coming into contact with his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. as he placed tiny kisses on your neck and shoulder, gojo grazed his tip against that perfect spot about twice more before completely letting himself go. his warmth spilled into you, filling you full as he tried not to be so loud. although you couldn’t look into his eyes at that exact moment, gojo made it as intimate as ever.

“god, you’re perfect, so perfect—y/n, fuck!”

the two of you stayed in that position for bit until gojo came down from his pleasure rush. the grip your cunt had on his cock was still so tight as he slowly pulled out of you, mind dizzy from the intensity of his climax. you laid limp on the mattress as gojo took comfort directly next to you, pulling your now sore body into his chest.

“thank you,” he mumbles, taking in the way your pretty doe eyes look at him with nothing but admiration.

“for what?”

“for being the best gift i could ever ask for.”

#☆彡saturn writes :)#GOJO BDAY GOJO BDAY #i’m early again but idc #gojo x black reader #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo smut #jjk smut

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rafedaddy01 · 5 months

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Rafe Cameron fic request.

Fluff!Rafe when he comes to drop her bag off at work for the first time and all the co-workers are surprised how hot he is. The reader is a bit shy and is a goody two shoes and everyone is surprised that she has a boyfriend. P.S the workplace is male orientated and reader is an administrator.

A/n: I absolutely loved this idea!! P.s. I added my own twist, I hope that’s okay 💙💙

You were never the type to brag about your lifestyle. Never the type to flaunt around like some people.

Your job was tough, and working around men all day was not easy.

Especially when they always belittled you as a good two shoes.

“Here”

You read Rafes message as a smile spread on your face.

You rushed out your office and headed to the elevators just in time as it dinged and the doors opened to your beautiful man standing there with your Chanel bag.

“For you madam” he did a little bow before extending the bag which you took with a shy look on your face.

He walked up and wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling you in a kissing you.

It was deep and passionate and too quick.

“Look like we got an audience” he wiggled his eyebrows at you as you look back at your workplace.

The men quickly turned around to busy themselves, but you could see the smirks on their faces.

Your cheeks flushed as you felt embarrassed for getting caught up in your boyfriends embrace.

“Wanna give them something to look at. Or listen too?” Rafes hot breath against your neck brought you back to face him.

“Rafe.. we shouldn’t.”

He winked at you as he lead the both of you to your office and shut the door before closing the blinds.

You sat on the edge of you desk and he turned around before striding over to you.

“Missed you baby” he wrapped his arms around your neck and thread his finger through your hair at the back of your head before leaning down to kiss your waiting lips.

You moaned against his mouth and felt his lips tilt up in a smirk.

He moved his mouth to your neck and started sucking as you moaned a little louder.

“Just like that. Let them know who you belong too, don’t be shy” he bit your shoulder and you whimpered.

“Rafe”

He pushed your body down on the desk as he knelt and bunched up your skirt.

“Just a taste, that’s all I want”

Before you could protest, which you really didn’t want to, he hooked your panties and stuck his tongue out to lick a stripe of your arousal.

“Always so fucking sweet baby” he groaned as you spread wider for him, wrapping your manicured nails into his hair and tugging him closer. “Please” you begged as your back arched.

He wasted no time, diving in like a starved man and licking every ounce of your beautiful, puffy cunt. All his.

You came with a low shriek and squeal as he helped you through your high.

Before you could gather breath he dove in again, pressing a thumb to your clit.

“Rafe! I-I can’t” you whined ad he rubbed and licked ferociously.

“You will” his voice was demanding and it had you weaker than you already were.

Before you knew it he slammed two fingers in and curved just right so you were screaming your second release.

Let’s just say the men in the office never quested you as a innocent little goody two shoes again.

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx @spencerreidsrealgf

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #drewstarkey smut #outerbanks #drewstarkey #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe cameron blurb #smut drew starkey

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 months

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S oh my god I’m going bananas

So I’m mainly thinking about TFA Seb who has made it his mission in life to make Chris go crazy. Drawn out, narrowed eyed looks, obscene lips curled for a second too long around the head of a beer bottle, innuendos and dirty jokes all made to make the night last forever.

They’re not even dating! But Seb knows that Chris likes him, and he also knows that Chris is too scared to make the first move. So he makes it absolutely fucking unbearable. It all comes to a point when they realize that it’s easier for Chris to just stay at Sebastian’s rather than take the hour’s drive home. So when Chris asks if Sebastian has any pajamas he can borrow, Sebastian just looks at him with a smirk.

“I don’t usually wear them, so no.”

“Well, what so you sleep in?” He asks, confused.

“Chanel No. 5.” Seb says, a fucking evil smile on his face.

Chris might seriously pass out.

“Unless I’ve got someone over. Then I usually get… preoccupied…” Sebastian continues, and Chris can feel his blood pressure hit the ceiling. It gets worse when Sebastian narrows his eyes and his grin gets bigger.

“You okay, Chris? You’ve gone a bit red…” His voice is innocent and sweet like honey, and Chris isn’t sure this is real.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.” His stutter gives him away immediately, and Sebastian giggles.

“You sure?” He asks, getting up from the chair and sitting down next to him. Chris can’t fucking breathe. He just nods. Sebastian puts a hand over his forehead like he’s checking if Chris is sick. They both know he’s not.

“You feel a bit hot… D’you want something to help you cool down?”

This time, there’s no response. Chris is pretty sure his brain has just shut off at this point.

“Oh, I know.” Sebastian gasps, like he hasn’t been teasing Chris for hours now. “You’re flustered, aren’t you?” Sebastian’s eyes are dancing with mischief, and Chris is so lost in them he can only nod.

“Poor boy. You’re all riled up, and you just want someone to help.” It’s not a question. In a split second, Sebastian is straddling Chris’s lap, his arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re just needy, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He tilts his head, and Chris can see something black beneath his shirt. Sebastian notices his confusion and giggles again.

“You see something? Yeah, honey. I wore something special for you. Wanna see it?” Chris nods dumbly, because his mouth can’t do anything but wonder how Sebastian’s skin would feel under it.

Chris is fucking floored by what he sees when Sebastian pulls off his shirt. Pretty, delicate black lace sits cupping his chest, and Chris can see more peeking out from under his jeans.

“You like what you see?” Sebastian taunts, but is cut off because Chris finally finds his brain. He kisses Sebastian breathless, hands tight on his waist.

“Fuck yeah I do.”

Oh my fucking god

I love this idea! 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Like, viscerally, I love, love, love this. I love flirty Seb. I love playful and teasing Seb. I, as we all know, am very much gone for submissive and sweet Sebastian but am also so fucking down for bratty, daring, and flirty Sebastian.

There's just 🤌🏻something🤌🏻 about him.

I wanna smack him around, and you know he'd like that.

Just having Sebastian flaunt himself, daring and bold and unashamed, he knows he's wanted, so why not? He's just toying with Chris, waiting for him to snap, and that--that moment where Chris resolves shatters, that's the moment Sebastian is looking for. That's what he wants. He wants him to be unable to take it anymore, and then he wants Chris to make him take it 😮‍💨

Christ 🥴🥴

They're too much. What a fucking pair. Complete trouble. I can't believe them. Ugh!

Thank you for bringing bratty Seb back to the forefront of my mind. I will be consumed by thoughts of him once more.

#asks #sillysickly #anon provided writing #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #brat seb #<- idk if I've ever used that tag but it's a tag i desperately need #sub seb #subastian #sub sebastian #dom chris

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The Sounds Of A Black Dahlia- Chapter 1

Summary:

8 years after marrying into a rich but cruel and messed-up family, Michonne, a loving mother and dutiful wife, finds herself in the middle of a brewing storm that may take everything she cares for, all while an unexpected member of the family returns, wanting to cause even more chaos and uproot her already troublesome life. AU Richonne centred. The first chapter is the prologue.

Michonne styled her butterfly locs in front of the mirror in her pink silk robe. The mirror captured a stranger, empty and bored eyes, the glitter of vitality gone, replaced by the dormant look of disillusionment, casting doubts on her own identity. She had already put on her make-up and just needed to put on her dress and jewellery. When she was finished with her hair, she got up and went to the long, red, satin, side-split, spaghetti-strap Chanel corset dress when Shane entered her bedroom.

“You’re still getting dressed? We’re gonna be late!”

Her cold gaze fixed on the anxious young man; her eyes narrowed, and she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her lips pursed slightly.

“You seem to forget who you’re talking to. However loud and gruff your tone gets with your whore, don’t try that bullshit with me. I’m not in the mood.” Shane took a breath, not wanting to argue.

“Baby…I didn’t mean to yell at you, but we’re gonna be late. It’s an important night, and this is important to me. You can be mad; I’m gonna need you to keep that attitude in check; when we get back home, you can yell, cuss, or whatever, but none of that horseshit now.”

“You can leave without me, or you can call whatever her name is. I’m sure she would love to get out of that cave you keep her in.”

“Can you behave for once?”

“I don’t know, Shane; can you be faithful for once? Can you be a good father for once? Can’t you be a man for once? No? Then do not rush me. If you want a pretty, supportive wife, fine, I’ll put on the mask, but do not rush me!” She zipped up her dress.

“Don’t bring the kids into this. You don’t wanna go there…I know you're mad at me, but... baby, it’s complicated.”

“Shane… I want a divorce.” She went for her silver heels, not looking him in the face. “Andre and Maliyah are young; we should do it soon rather than drawing this out and letting it hurt them.”

“What?” Not acknowledging his confusion, she continued.

“They’ll ask questions at first, but they’ll let it go. I want you to move out permanently so they get used to it quickly.”

“Baby, I know you’re angry. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? I‘ll be downstairs; don’t forget the driver’s waiting.” He kissed her cheek and turned to leave.

Michonne let out a lengthy sigh as she watched her husband head downstairs. If she had known then what she knew now, she would not have married him. How could a man have two families? How could he say he loved her while being between her and another woman? How could he marry her, knowing that there was someone else? How could she still love that man? Those types of questions plagued her almost every day. She sat in front of the mirror yet again, staring at her perfectly coiffed face.

Come on, Michonne... This is an important night for our family; you shouldn’t delay any longer.

She stood up and stuffed her phone, breath mints, charger, hand sanitiser, and cosmetics into her silver sol metal oval clutch. She wanted to see her children before leaving, so she dashed straight to the room they’d be in while she was out. Shane didn't want her to work, so she didn't. Prior to the birth of her baby, she spent her days doing whatever she desired—having fun, going on trips with her best friends and school—all whilst she was being a wife to her husband. She made several adjustments after becoming a mother, not because she needed to, but because she chose to. Shane made arrangements for her to hire a nanny. Michonne, on the other hand, declined. She did not fancy her children being raised by a stranger, knowing her as their mother in name and name alone. She couldn’t have that. She would be there for her children every step of the way, no matter what. Her love for motherhood didn’t hurt either. As Michonne entered the room, the kids were play-fighting with the babysitter, Beth. It was hard for Michonne to find a babysitter she was comfortable with. Interview after interview and nothing. It was her friend, Maggie, who told her to give her sister a try. Shane preferred someone more professional, but Michonne decided to take a chance this time, not wanting to offend her buddy. She was overjoyed since Beth was a wonderful girl who was excellent with her children. Michonne employed this as a means to assist the seventeen-year-old girl in saving for college without relying on handouts.

“Did you two little troublemakers not see your mother?”

“Mama!” Her younger baby called her first and she rushed over. Michonne picked her up, kissing her all over her face. “You look pweety, Mama!”

“Thank you, Bubba!” She fixed the three-year-old’s messy curls and turned to her son, who was still up under Beth. “Peanut? Did you not see me?

Her son was only six—only six—but had a premature love for women. He had a crush on Beth, and he was no different when Maggie and her friend Sasha were over at their house. He never crossed any inappropriate lines, although she saw he had a wandering eye. She recalled telling Shane about it for the first time. He laughed for ten minutes straight. This was a bad habit; she'd have to kick early or risk becoming a grandma when she wasn't ready. She'd have to keep a close eye on him, especially as he hits his teenage years. It may be innocent for now, but every time she looked at her baby boy, she was reminded of how fast time flew; he would be a man before she knew it.

“I saw you, Mama! I didn’t wanna dirty your dress!”

“Oh, so it was for my sake?”

“Mhmmm!” Michonne laughed at his excuse and walked to him.

“Well, can I at least get a kissy wissy to go?” He got up from the large beanbag, planting a kiss on her cheek before rubbing the tips of their noses together. “You and your sister go to bed on time; don’t give Beth any trouble, okay?”

“Okay!”

"Tomorrow, the three of us will go shopping to get you guys bikes. Lia is old enough now for a little one and you’ve outgrown yours.”

“Really?”

“Only if you two behave.”

“We will, we promise, Mama!” Maliyah nodded in agreement with her big brother. “Alright. I love you both! But mommy has to go!”

“Beth, call me if anything! Goldie already got her dinner, so she’ll sleep on her own.” She gave her daughter to the teen.

“I will!”

…

As Michonne walked to the stairs, she saw her husband at the end, waiting for her with an impatient expression laced on his handsome face. Noticing her finally coming down, he let out a sigh of relief.

“What took you?”

“Well, one of us had to settle the kids, right?”

“Sorry…”

“You're the guest of honour; your father isn’t going to change his mind at the last minute either. Calm yourself.”

“You’re right,” he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks, we should go.” Her tone was flat, almost cold.

…

The two sat at the back of his Bentley, five minutes away from their destination. Tonight would be the night her father-in-law announced that she was handing over the reins to his son, her husband. She was happy for him, ecstatic even, but she was also exhausted.

“I need a `goddamn cigarette.”

“Not in the car.”

“Oh, you ready to talk to me now… I didn’t go there to fuck her, if that’s what you think.”

“What was that?”

“I went to pull her up about that shit she pulled at the store. I haven’t been intimate with her for a long time.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“Does it?” It did and she hated that it did. “I know it feels unfair to you, but Chonne, I can’t just kick her out of my life; we got two kids together.”

“Bastards.” It was wrong of her to say; the children were innocent. It didn’t change things, though.

“My children nonetheless.” He licked his lip as he rubbed his head. “She was in the picture long before you; it’s unfair to her too.”

“And yet you married me. Young, naive, clueless me. All because she wasn’t up to your father’s standards. I made the perfect wife. Young, educated, well-off and from a good family. Having a black wife on your arm also showed you were open-minded and a little liberal.” She gave a sad chuckle.

“Is that all you think you are to me? Woman, I love you. It may’ve started out that way when we tied the knot, but not for long. Chonne, I love you…”

“Can you blame me? You’re Emperor Qianlong and I’m Empress Nara, I just haven’t cut my hair yet... Everything is business with you people. You keep saying that you love me; is that really true?”

“Of course!”

“Then why is she still in the picture?”

“She’s in the picture because we got kids. I’ve explained it all before.”

“Again, Shane, why is she in the picture? The last time we had a fight, did you forget what you told me?” She positioned her body to see his face. “Feelings for your mistress aside, you could be in their lives without her. You could take them. Do you think I would hurt them?”

“It ain’t like that. I just—” At the same time, his phone rang. “Rick?”

“Rick?”

“Yeah, Man… We’re basically here, pulling up now… Tell my old man, we’ll be up soon... later.” Shane ended the call. “Dad wants to know where we are.”

“Well, we’re here... You never told me your brother was back.”

“You been mad at me all day; I ain’t got the chance.” He hit her with a smile, which she rolled her eyes at. “We’ll talk tomorrow, like I said. You know what we gotta do, right?”

He kissed her hand once more, then her neck, pausing to inhale her sweet scent as he placed his head on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and rested her chin on him. She married him when she was barely twenty; he was six years her senior. He courted her for six months at the behest of their parents prior to proposing. He was her first time, her first kiss, her first love—her first everything. She had no clue he was already in love with someone else and had a son with her. What disappointed her the most was that both of her parents were aware. They were aware and pushed her towards him anyway. Now she’s tied to him in more ways than one. He got up from the creek of her neck as the driver, Gareth, reached the entrance of the building. Coming to a stop, Gareth got out, opening the car door for Shane, who in turn held her hand, guiding her out. He fixed her dress and interlocked their fingers, strolling into the venue. Michonne, understanding the show was on the road, adjusted. Her shoulders were pulled back and she held her head high as she adorned herself with an enormous smile.

There were many people in the vestibule. There, they saw the familiar face of one of her father-in-law’s assistants, Tara. She wore a black, knee-length dress, formal enough for the event but conservative since she was here working. Noticing them both, her shoulders dropped and her face lit up as she hurried over.

“Finally! Your father has been asking questions for the past fifteen minutes! You know he hates being late.”

“We ain’t that late.”

“Yes, you are! We started half an hour ago!”

“Come on. Stop. Let’s go in. Before your father actually changes his mind.” They went towards the main hall, hand in hand.

“Who else is he gonna give it to? That whore’s brat is like ten.”

“Is that any way to talk about your stepmother, hmm? She might be an insufferable bitch, but don’t let anyone hear you. He’s eighteen, plus, even if Alex’s young, there’s Monty or Rick; your father has always loved him like a son. He’s a brother you actually like.”

“But he ain’t a Walsh; he’s a Grimes. That old fox would never give my mother the satisfaction. The day that happens, hell gonna freeze over. He’s far too damn cold and petty for that.”

“They’re getting a divorce and still so sour. Flaunting his mistress and children, being close to Rick... What a petty bastard.” His guffaws echoed in the large hall room, causing strangers to search for the source. “Calm yourself.” She patted his back like he was a choking toddler. “It’s not like your mother cares. She’s no different.”

In the vast crowd, they could see John Castus Walsh, the man of conversation, standing in the middle of the room with his thirty-six-year-old fiancée, Andrea Holden, among a couple of business partners. Noticing their arrival, John smiled in their direction, flagging them.

“You recognise ‘em?”

“Yes, the tall slender one is Negan Smith, The woman Daniella Dane, her husband has recently become a shareholder in the company. Josh Cophe may be the COO, but he’s dangerous, so careful and try to get rid of him. The one in the silver-grey suit is Philip Blake; he’s a politician.” Her husband sighed at the information.

“So we play dumb... Any trouble with the other shareholders? Were their wives friendly?”

“No. They were great at the dinner, and you can trust Morgan Jones… Shane… Just because he chose you, doesn’t mean you’re safe. Many poisonous snakes lay in the grass.”

“I know… You ready?”

“No, but it’s not about me; it’s about you.” She stroked his chest, staring deep into his eyes. “This is your night; you worked hard for this and it’s finally paying off. Regardless of everything, Shane, I am proud of you.”

She hooked herself underneath his arm and they made their way to the others. She could feel her husband staring at her but she did not return his gaze, simply staring straight ahead. He tightened his hold on her and spun his neck straight, smirking.

“Ah, let me introduce you to my son, Shane, and his lovely wife, Michonne,” he whispered to Shane. “You’re late,” then said to Michonne. “You look lovely, dear,” he smiled. “Shane, this is Josh Cophe, Negan Smith, Daniella Dane, and Philip Blake.”

“You have a lovely wife here.”

“Thank you Mr. Smith! She’s my partner in crime, this one. You got someone?”

“My wife Lucille. She isn’t here, though.”

“Sad to hear it. Maybe she and my Chonne can meet next time. And you must be, Mr. Blake.

“You’re a very talented young man as as my friend said, lovely wife!”

“Thank you, Mr. Blake. Wait… you’re running for governor.”

“Yes, he sure is and I’m backing him; we’re backing him.” John added.

“I see…”

Shane glanced at Michonne, who tried her best not to roll her eyes at the shenanigans she was witnessing. Business. It was always business. John didn’t even attempt to talk to his son about Blake’s politics or policies. It didn’t matter. If John Castus Walsh was anywhere near a politician, it wasn’t to plan for the betterment of his community. Michonne was about to slip away when an annoying voice rang in her ear.

“Well, could you two be any later? Or did Shane have outside business to attend to?”

“Andrea… Sorry, but you see, I was with my kids... Not everyone can relate, but surely you’d understand.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes narrowed as he attempted to decipher the cryptic message.

“Exactly as I said.”

“Your right. Hmm, speaking of children. I know you love yours very much, and so does Shane, right? I know he makes time for all of ‘em .” She made sure to draw out her last bit of words, twisting her knife.

Michonne looked Andrea up and down, a smile completely enveloping her face. She had to admit Andrea was stunning in her yellowish-green Valentino pleated strapless silk-blend gown. She had her hair in a beautiful French twist and a yellowish-green rhinestone flower clip to match. That, however, was where Michonne’s compliments came to an end. If she had to put words to thoughts, Andrea was, to put it simply, a money-hungry, vindictive, selfish, entitled, cunt of a woman who cared for nothing and no one other than herself. Not even her children were exempt from this, as they were simply insurance for her everlasting cash cow, whom she called a fiancé. Shane hated her to the moon and back. He could see through her from the day he met her thirteen years ago. It didn’t help that they were almost the same age either.

“Yes, something that everyone doesn’t do. You know, sex parties, drugs, trip here, trip there! Like shameless, egotistical, self-centred whores. No sense of responsibility, even to their kids... A sad state of affairs…” She tried to suppress her giggling, but ended up bursting into loud laughter. This drew attention from Blake. “Shane, sweetheart, I'm going to look for my parents. You know how much I miss them.”

“Alright, come look for me when done.” He knew she was lying and probably wanted to leave due to being tired of her quiet sparring with Andrea. She also hated her parents.

He gave her a demure kiss, sending her off. Michonne grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and walked closer to a corner, not wanting others to talk to her until she was ready to go back to her husband. Sipping on her bubbly, her mind went far but was suddenly brought back when she heard her big brother’s voice over her shoulder.

“Mom and Dad are asking for you.”

“Mike! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry.”He began to chuckle.

“Not funny.”

“Okay! Okay!” he threw his hands up. “They still want to see you, though.”

“What the hell do they need now?”

“Why do you assume they want something? Maybe they really want to see you.” Michonne's brows gently lifted as she silently awaited clarification of his nonsense. “Okay… You got me. They want you to talk to Shane about an investment in a project. I'm just giving you a heads-up.”

“They have some nerve. Was this her idea?”

“Well, I have a beautiful and intelligent sister who’s married to one of the wealthiest families in the country and an immodest and audacious mother who’ll make full use of her.”

The siblings stared at each other, breaking out in a sad laugh. They both knew it. Sometimes she wondered if she had been born a son, if she would’ve been forced, controlled and manipulated like her parents were regarding her marriage. She loved her brother, especially when compared to her sister Macie; however, part of her resented him. She fought most her life, trying to gain a fraction of what he had. He lived his life how he wanted for the most part and would inherit their estate when all was said and done. After all, a daughter is like spilt water when she is wed, unless her maternal family needs something, of course. She admittedly would inherit nothing. She didn’t like that; she didn’t like that at all.

“They get dust from me.” She said bluntly, eyes cold and proud.

“Naturally… Look, your mother-in-law and sister-in-law are here. Oh, your brother-in-law is here too, well, other bother-in-law. Saw Richard earlier chatting with a pretty blonde.” Mike peeped her expression, trying to find a reaction on her pretty little face. He saw nothing.

Her sister-in-law, Kendall, wore a long pink open-side Armani halter dress. The neck of the dress was pure silver rhinestones, and her raven hair wrapped tightly in a fishtail braid updo, diamond earrings on her ears and a face beat to the heavens. Kendall Oliva Walsh or K for short was the youngest of the Walsh line and the only girl in a sea of men. She was driven, plain-spoken, and outgoing. She lived life with little regard for anyone, in the best way possible. She started her own publishing company against her father and grandfather’s wishes at the age of twenty-four. Out of all the family members Michonne gained from her marriage, K was her favourite, not counting her kids. Michonne smiled. Kendall is what Andrea wishes she could be.

Her eccentric mother-in-law was no different. Dressed to the fucking nines. Draped open-back Valentino silk gown, her black neck-length hair slicked right back with a side part. She had her face painted with a smokey eye and a ruby red lip, just like her own. Huge white pearls on her ears and neck and marble white red bottom Christian Louboutin heels with a white Saint Laurent clutch under her arm, along with her thirty-year-old French boyfriend. Michonne could smell the money. Some people suggest that affluent individuals don't like to flaunt their wealth, but this couldn't be further from the truth, especially in the case of Eleanor Olivier Grimes-Walsh. Eleanor was a stern woman who had a fearsome and commanding presence. She was harsh with her subordinates and peers, protective of all her children and cold and ruthless with those she deemed her enemies. The deceptively beautiful woman, Eleanor earned her the moniker ‘Iron Woman’. Being a mother of four at fifty-five years old, she looked to be in her early forties at most. She valued her beauty and appearance as much as her intelligence. You could never hope to find a flaw nor would you dare to. Eleanor came from nothing and married into this world, where she fought tooth and nail.

She didn’t care what her Monty wore, as it was a boring, expensive tux like all the other men wore. The most she could say about it was that it was blue. Materialistic, aggressive, pompous, and unpredictable were all words that Michonne thought about the tall glass of concentrated ignorance. While Shane took after his father’s strong masculine features, Monty inherited his mother’s soft beauty, making him a ‘pretty boy’ and a sex-fueled one at that. She stayed away from him for the most part, unless it was a family occasion such as this one. Shawn Montgomery Walsh, better known as “Monty,” was many things and known for many as well but presenting his partners wasn’t one of them.

So, what interested Michonne the most about her ‘good brother’ was the woman at his arm. This was the first and Michonne was confused as to why. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was dark at the roots and light brown coming out, tied in a messy updo. She wore a white and green sleeveless dress and a white shawl covering her back, a yellow purse, and yellowish-green shoes with accessories to go. If she had to guess she was wearing one single brand, most people wouldn’t do that, not counting celebrities with endorsements. She wore the clothes; she had the man; she was at the event, but even so, she stuck out like a nail. Michonne could immediately tell that the woman wasn’t one of them; whether that was good or bad remained to be seen. One thing was for certain, though, Monty had already brought forth the woman, and so, she’d stay for a while. Oh, how interesting.

Given the arrival of the new party, she hooked her brother’s arm. Her eyes sparkled, understanding what was to come. Though she was trying to hide it, the corners of her mouth were twitching upward. In the corner of her eye, she notices Rick with his date making his way to her husband and father-in-law, same as Eleanor and her other children. Now that the whole family was here, it was time to return to her husband’s side. The event may have started but the show was just starting.

“You’re taking me with you?”

“Don’t you want to see something funny?”

“I’m sure it’s family business going on over there.”

“Probably, but you are technically family too. Just keep your mouth shut and be entertained. Besides, if Eleanor, Rick, and Monty can bring strangers here, I can bring my brother.”

She walked over with her brother by her side and fell in next to her husband. On her way over, John left with his associates.

The news will be delivered soon .

“Come on, Monty! Stop holding out. Who’s the girl?”

“Always in my damn business!”

“What are big brothers for? Come on, man.”

“This is my girlfriend, Magna. Magna Anders.”

“Girlfriend? Well, nice to meet you! Rick, you ain’t off the hook, man! And K, you’re by yourself.”

“Naturally! Why the fuck would I bring a man here? To look pretty?”

“You know she’s a fucking drugged-up slut. No proper man would want her.” Monty smiled at his little sister.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you dead dick prick! You’re probably riddled with syphilis. Syphilis riddled.” Kendall chuckled hard.

“Wicked ranthrough witch bitch…”

“Egotistical, small, dick twink-looking cunt.”

“Closet lesbian, dick tease.”

“I thought we were trading blows. I’d gladly give up men you sexist, inbred-looking, slack-jawed, drooling meatslapper.”

“Oh my God.” Holly and Magna looked at each other awkwardly, shocked at the unexpected turn, while Michonne sipped on her bubbly.

“Both of you stop that shit, right now. We’re in public for crying out loud! No need to get foul. Utterly fucking embarrassing!” Eleanor slapped Monty in the back of his head.

“I’m gonna take a gander and say… Companionship?” Directed the conversation back on track. Michonne looked at Shane with pity.

“Oh please! I’m smarter than that.”

“Can’t be that fucking smart; you’re an English major.” Monty quipped.

“Ignore him. Just answer the question.” Shane didn’t let up.

“A good dick down maybe, but companionship? Fuck no! Hassel Rick!”

“Kendall!”

“Sorry mother…”

“Rick.”

“Oh, this here is Holly. She’s my date for the night.” Michonne stretched out her hand.

“You’re very pretty, Holly. I hope you have a wonderful night.”

“Thank you.”

“She will. You don’t gotta worry about that.” Rick said it with slightly hostile eyes.

Michonne returned his gaze tenfold, not backing down in the slightest. His huge blue eyes gave her a playful expression, as if she were a mouse and he were the cat, like a tiger studying a bunny, until he began laughing softly to himself. His laugh was uncalled for and sounded more like an evil cackle than an expression of amusement. Andrea giggled at the side and Shane rolled his eyes at his brother's behaviour.

“Alright, alright. Stop teasing her.”

“So Holly, Magna, what do you think about our colourful family?”

“Well, like you said, quite colourful. Is it always like this?” They both gazed at her, truly intending to know.

“Oh Holly, stick around and you’ll find out!”

“There ain’t nothing you need to ask her for, Hol.” Rick cut in, making Michonne roll her eyes.

“Michonne! You look gorgeous, by the way!” Kendall attempted to break the tension her brother was stuck on causing.

“So do you, K!” They embraced. She turned to her mother-in-law. “You look absolutely stunning, Eleanor. How do you do it?”

“Ugh! You’re gonna let it go to her head! You know she loves hearing nothing more!”

“I stay stress-free darling. Never let small, egotistical men get the better of me or their whores.” Shane nudged his wife, not wanting her to add fuel to the fire. Michonne, however, did not care.

“I completely get you. What about you, Andrea? Surely you have your own methods?”

“Yes, Andrea, please share.” Kendall joined in.

“I just live my life without thinking of irrelevant people.” Eleanor cut in after Andrea’s words.

“Sure you do! You look… nice. My children’s money sure does wonders.”

“You mean my fiancé’s money.”

“Same thing! My children will indubiously inherit every red cent !” Eleanor waved her hand high with a booming laugh. “Is that not why we’re here? Surely you can swallow those facts, though I know you are as helpless as you are homely, Amanda.”

“What are you talking about?” Her eyes narrowed as she attempted to decipher the cryptic message from the bewitching woman ahead of her.

“It seems the wheel is spinning but the hamster’s dead.” She strutted over to Shane, holding onto his arm on his left while Michonne was on his right. Her tone was playful, like a child. “I know it was kept in the family, but I would’ve expected your fiancé to tell you! Tonight my son will be announced as the CEO of Briton!” Noticing Andrea’s expression, Eleanor feigned a look of shock. “Don’t tell me you actually believed that my pig-headed husband would make your son his heir now? You think, because you got a cheap ring after pushing out two bastards, all your dreams could come true? Let me explain this to you. There are shareholders, investors, and people with whom we have certain relationships. There is still Ronan. Even if John had the idea, my father-in-law would never allow it! What do you have to offer other than your vagina? You don’t even have shares. My children do and I would never allow you or your hellspawns to. You have no power and you can’t intelligently use the only tool God has blessed you with either; that just makes you a cheap whore. One thing I can’t stand a Shameless, Stupid, Slut. They’re a bad combination.”

Michonne could see her brother’s mouth agape from the side, not expecting all he heard. At the same time, John took the front. They all went to take their seats. Though she didn’t tell Shane her thoughts due to not wanting to get the wrong idea, she was befuddled as to why he decided to give Shane control now. John was a man capable of kindness, and his raising Rick was a testament to that; however, he was also one of the cruellest people she knew. He destroyed company after company and family after family to get what he coveted. There was a man who threw himself off a building because he lost everything. It was one of the reasons her parents sacrificed her to the altar; for safety. He was not Ronan’s original successor nor was he his first-born son; he was the fourth child of five boys. His brother Ronan III, eldest, at sixty-six, was currently rotting in a prison cell for the murder of their great patriarch’s third wife, Helena, who also happened to be her father-in-law’s mother. The second son, Patrick, the main choice for the heir, was found drowned in his tub at forty-two. The third son, Cillian, at sixty-three, was held in a mental institution. And the fifth son, Joseph, was born from the same womb as John, never stepping on his brother’s tail and taking what he was given.

All so strange, but hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil... It’s not my business.

What was her business, was the father of her children. John was the possessive type; at only sixty-one, she couldn’t fathom a man as litigious, ruthless, controlling and determined as him giving over his blood work to expand to this point—not right now. Ronan, she could understand; after all, he, his parents, and two older siblings came here as immigrants, and he built everything from nothing for his descendants, but John was not his father. Leaving a legacy may be part of it; all men crave to leave a legacy behind, but there was more of a driving force to his motivations. She suspected more afoot.

“My father, Ronan Lucius Walsh II, came here to America from the old country, Ireland, when he was but 4 years old. My family, like other people of their time, had many difficulties… They bought into the American dream; they could make it here. I’d be lying if I say that upon arrival, everything was fine and dandy. You could imagine the hardships of an immigrant in a foreign land, but they never once gave up on that dream, particularly my father. He basically started Briton on thought, prayer, blood, and sweat and look at it now! Twenty-one years ago, he stood in a similar position as I do now, with the same intentions. ‘Times are changing’. Those were the words my father said to me when he handed me the reigns, and they are what I say to you, Shane. I am proud of you, son. Come on, let them see you.”

Shane squeezed his wife's hand, kissing her temple. He got up and went to his father’s side. The last time she saw him this happy was when he met their little girl.

“All children look up to their parents and I’m no different. As the eldest, growing up, I could only hope that I live up to my father, not for myself but for my family. I am not perfect. Many people helped me reach the point that my old man felt comfortable that I was ready. My father and mother, obviously; my younger siblings; my beautiful children; and my amazing, beautiful wife. Now I get to work for them and our future and build upon what my grandfather and father left to me. I vow to uphold the very same morals and values that has been instilled in me, to protect my family name, to progress my community, and to build upon the legacy that has come before me. That I, Shane Johnathan Walsh, promise.”

Everyone stood up, clapping. Whether it was insincere or not didn’t matter. The old ‘white-eyed wolf’ had already named his successor; there was nothing else to add. What would happen after tonight was a different story. As John gave another speech, Michonne turned to look at Rick, only to find him looking at her. She broke eye contact as quickly as she made it.

Why? Why did he come back… Why now?

After they were done addressing the room, Shane, John and she made the rounds, meeting with business partners, shareholders, board members and so on. She stood by her husband’s side, doing her ‘wifely duties’—smiling when necessary, reminding him of information or names in his ear, charming the opposite party and their spouse—the typical tiring dance.

Why am I even doing this?

When he no longer needed her by his side, she quietly broke away, heading to an area where she could be alone for a while. She sat behind a shadowy section of a wall, in the back room of the lounge, pulled out her phone and began texting her friend Sasha, who should’ve been in attendance, when, all of a sudden, two voices could be heard having a not so ‘small’ argument.

“How dare you! You just announced that Shane would be given the company!”

“It’s still my company.”

“Does that mean you won’t hand over your stocks? You son of a bitch! How could you do this to my boy? Is he just your workhorse while you whip; He’s just a face?”

“When did I say I was giving him full control? CEOs are never in full control. I’ve done nothing wrong. I don’t get what you want.”

“Transfer ownership! Two male rats cannot exist in the same hole!”

“If he wants what’s mine, he’s gonna have to work for it! I can’t just give him what I’ve built… I gave him a chance. If he messes up, there‘s Monty, and even Alex thought he’s young now. Hell, there are many others that’ll fight for it—not Kendell, of course, but you’ll see.”

“He has been working for it! I’ll never get over the embarrassment of being of the same species as you. You are a monster, a demon, a malformation. The fact that you would even bring up that woman’s child but K isn’t an option.”

“You think because he does what the fuck he’s supposed to do—because he’s the firstborn, it’s all that matters. No, Livi, that ain’t how it works. He’s so weak.”

“All parents plan for their children. Can’t you see what you’re doing? You of all people should know!”

“And what do you think I’m doing? Strong men create good times and good times create weak men.” Michonne could hear him smirk at his every word.

“You won’t win!”

“Livi… I always win!”

Eleanor stormed out, slamming the door behind her. John left behind her as easily as he came, leaving her sitting in mellowing in her thoughts! She knew John was cruel but he was basically putting a target on his son’s back, leaving him with no protection! How in God’s name could he put his son on the chopping block just to see if he’d survive?

What the actual fuck! Oh… I can’t breathe!

She got up, nose clenching, making breathing difficult. Stumbling to the balcony for fresh air, her mind a mess with this new information. She did not know how Shane would take it; he craved his father’s approval. Her mouth opened and closed without making a sound. There was no backing out now—not enough and not soon enough to make a difference—that’s where they were at. They were foolish to think things would be this easy. Stakeholders, board of directors...

He was at everyone’s mercy, especially John. A CEO with barely any power. A fucking puppet… He won’t be a John Sigismund!

“Eavesdropping? Really?”

“Rick… What are you talking about?” Her expression was carefully designed and constructed.

“Earlier in the lounge, when Eleanor and John were talking.”

“And how would you know that?”

“I just follow the scent of treachery; that’s how I found you.”

“Why are you here?” He ignored the inquiry.

“By the way, congrats on getting everything you wanted. Gonna be a long ride from here, though.”

“Did you come here to fuck with me?”

“No…”

“Go back.” She had no intention of playing his game.

“I forgot to tell you… You look beautiful…”

Rick cracked a grin and concentrated on her for a long time, his gaze gentle. Michonne could almost call it romantic. While they processed the statement, she leaned back on the balcony railing, her eyes deepening and her head tilted.

“I like the beard.”

“Didn’t have time to shave before I got here. Should I keep it?”

“I still prefer your clean-shaven look.”

“Give it time. You’ll like it all the same.”

“Can I have one?” Her tone softened.

“I thought you stopped smoking.”

“I have.”

Rick peered at her, pulling out his pack and removing one of the cigarettes, which he placed in her lips. He didn't reach for his lighter, instead lowering his head and igniting hers with his, never once breaking eye contact.

7 years, 9 months prior

“Hey…”

“Hi…”

“Shouldn’t you be inside?”

“Shouldn’t you?”

“Touché…”

“Rick?”

“Mmm.”

“I wanted to apologise to you… for how I reacted at the wedding. That wasn’t called for.”

“Nah, no need. Should’ve talked to you better than that. I can see how it sounded... I’m not really good with people.”

“Believe it or not, me either.”

“You seem like a lively person... can’t see that.”

“I’ve had two friends all my life; everything I’ve known about the world, I learned from them... My parents didn’t like me out much.” Rick didn’t respond, simply looking at her, waiting for her to go on. Lost in reminiscing, she did. “I met them when I was like six; we went to the same schools… Getting married, I realised… I don’t know so much. Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, go on.” She looked at him with sparking eyes. She didn’t understand why he, of all people, would even want to hear her nonsense.

“There’s nothing particularly about me that stands out. I thought playing the piano and violin, painting, speaking multiple languages, and having the best grades made me great, and that everyone saw it like that too. I mean, it made my parents happy, my grandparents too… If I did well, my sister would be mad because everyone would praise me. I like seeing her mad; does that make me a bad person?”

“No, but I ain’t exactly the best person to judge so…” Michonne chuckled at his words.

He really is a socially awkward guy… What a weird response!

“You know… marriage is not what I imagine, at all…”

“Hmm?”

“Your brother doesn’t treat me badly or anything; I just thought…”

“Not some fairytale, huh?”

“No… I feel like an outsider here, with your family... in my home.”

“You smoke?

“Huh? Uh—”

Rick held out a cigarette; she took it and lit it for her. Unacquainted with the habit, her throat burned from the smoke, and she began coughing vigorously. She took it out of her mouth, handing it back to the owner. Without realising it, he spat out a globe of saliva. His eyes brimmed with tears of mirth, and the smile tugging his lips broke into a grin.

“Why are you laughing? It’s not funny!” Her eyes blinked excessively, and her cheeks burned as she hit him with an accusing glare.

“You don’t gotta do things you aren’t comfortable with, you know. You’re your own damn person, with your own damn feelings. If you don’t like something, say it! Got something on your mind? Voice it! Don’t be a people pleaser; don’t want people walking all over you, right?”

“What?”

“And if they gotta problem with boundaries, fuck ‘em. Stay away from folks like that. Live however the hell you want. Not for your parents, not for Shane; just you.”

She studied him with unwavering attention, and he stared back at her with a quizzical brow, left hand in his pants pocket still smoking. He was much kinder than she gave him credit for. And he was different from the others. Standing here, she felt at ease. It was sparingly easier to talk to him.

Present

“Why did you come back?” Her voice broke. “You said you wanted nothing to do with this family—with the Walsh's... So why?”

“You know… On my way back, I thought, ‘What would I do when I saw your face again?’ Would I choke the life out you? Maybe I’d shoot you dead for all the pain you caused me, for your lies... Looking at you now... so many plans, and yet.. nothing. Even after all this time, I—”

A tear fell from her eye. She bent her head, not daring to meet his gaze, all while he paced back to her. His face was neutral but his eyes held a crazed look. He lifted her chin with his finger and wiped the tear that trickled down her face, tilting his head to the side.

“I would say that you came back because of Lori’s death, but that was three months ago. You didn’t show up for the mother of your child, then, but Shane is taking over and here you are…”

“And what if I said Lori was part of it?”

“So you admit there are other reasons.”

“I admit that you’re gonna be crying soon. John made it so.”

“How long are you going to be here?”

“Afraid?” He nibbled her ear and for a second, her body began to fall into old habit. “Ain’t gonna push me away?” His hand began travelling up her dress. “Ain’t afraid my brother might see?”

“Where is your date? She seems sweet, all draped in white.” Her whispered question stopped him dead in his tracks. He backed off, licking his lips as his blue pools gaped at her.

“Doing something for me.”

“Doing what?"

“Hmm… I wonder.”

“Doing what?” She stepped towards him. “Rick!”

“I expect a visit from you soon. I’ll text my number.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Shane. Specifically, the children…”

“Is this a threat?”

“No, darling… But you need an offer from me. I don’t wanna be an enemy to you of all people.”

“Says the man who wanted to strangle me on sight. Your words, not mine.”

“I still do. Ain’t that something?”

“And why exactly would you be an enemy?”

“You mean other than the obvious? Hmm, you’re gonna find out… in due time. I promise you that… Carl misses his aunt.”

“Tell Carl that—”

Her voice was cut by a blood-curdling scream overhead, all the way to the bottom floor. A chill of fear caused them both to sprint back to the balcony. Their jaws fell, their eyes widening in surprise, as if a charge of lightning rushed through their veins, temporarily paralysing them. It was Holly. She was laid out deathly still, blood pouring from her skull and nose, eyes stood unblinking. Seeing the grotesque scene, Michonne’s mind ran straight to Lori as she covered her mouth in pure shock and horror.

…

Keynotes-

Empress Nara originally a noble-consort named Xian, was the step-empress of the Qianlong Emperor who was elevated to that rank after Empress Xiaoxianchun ( She was apparently really sweet and the love of the emperor’s life!) died. She served for many years. During the 30th year of Qianlong's reign, the Step Empress accompanied the emperor on a tour of Southern China. As the group arrived at Hangzhou, the step-empress cut her hair which you weren't supposed to do unless in mourning of the emperor and empress-dowager, so she was basically wishing them dead and wanted the marriage to be done. This was a grave crime but she was so fed up that she said fuck it!

John Sigismund Zápolya, Ottoman puppet king of Hungary contested Holy Roman Emperor Ferdinand I of Hapsburg's claim to the throne. Boring man, but not so boring life! Was even exiled and made a return. Died childless though.

Would have made a proper note about the Qianlong Emperor. But that man had too many women and too much shit going on. He was good at his job but a shit husband hence the haircutting, but most emperors are terrible Husbands. Read a biography lol.

White eyed wolf . The expressions 白眼狼 (bái yǎn láng) – literally “white eyed wolf” and 狼心狗肺 (láng xīn gǒu fèi) – literally “heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog” are both used to describe a particularly cold-hearted, cruel person.

#richonne fic #rick x michonne #richonne #richonne fanfiction #richonne fandom #michonne grimes #michonne #rick grimes #alternate universe

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accio-victuuri · 12 days

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4/29 candies to enjoy ^^ 🍭🍬🍩

this was a busy day for us cpfs. so i’m gonna compile some bits that made our cpn-senses go off! 😂

the most obvious, and my fave, because of how it follows the pattern is them not overlapping their releases. i thought gg was gonna release the gucci stuff at his usual 10:05 or 10:10 but he didn’t. that’s because wyb had jeanswest release on 10:30. i love how that was given it’s time till 13:00 when gg posted the ad. i’m clowning cause 13 is yizhan! and then 13:20 will be the weibo live for FPU, which was kinda delayed too when it went on. some more materials for GUCCI was released throughout the day but moreso on international platforms.

it’s hilarious cause i saw a hot take from an xz anti before who said he is “afraid” of doing stuff alongside wyb. that is their perception. lol. but i think even if you don’t believe in the whole cp thing, maybe it’s professional courtesy? maybe these two are friends and have this unspoken rule? 🤷🏻‍♀️

tho i was very happy to see them both pop up on my weibo opening screen! and to experience them having these international campaigns, for wyb, lacoste recently— makes me proud. 😌

a funny cpn from today is this parallel. in a segment at FPU, there was a moment where a fan said jiayou and wyb said cheering is not always necessary. It reminded us of that time xz was told to jiayou when he was about to go to the restroom and he’s like???? why do i have to jiayou???

oh these two. 😂😂😂

yibo is the resident gremlin who always has a smart ass reply or some savage comeback for you but xz usually doesn’t. but we know what he has that in him too and i wish we could see more of that!

bonus cuteness before we proceed, this edit of them looking like they are doing the choreo for jisoo’s flower 🌸 and they are BP fanboys so it fits!

now some double standards. in the movie channel interview, they were asked where they first met, and wyb couldn’t remember. compare this to how he was with xz! he was always very proactive that they met in ttxs!!!!

there was also a part where they were asked to give an example of what they wanna learn from each other. and if they communicated to learn. so HJY said street dance and WYB said jiu jitsu but they both weren’t able to learn from each other. in the meantime, wyb taught xz a dance routine 😂😂😂 among other things. i’m sure yibo will be more than happy to help someone out, but i think you have to be at a certain level of closeness to him. or he is really comfortable with you.

this last section is for the beaded bracelet. i think it’s time to discuss it again because this is the 3rd time he is seen with it. so this looks like something personal for him. tho i have to say, you have the coco crush which is both personal and part of him promoting chanel too. i’m invested in this cpn and at the same time frustrated because of the questions.

( p1: him wearing it for the fpu bazaar magazine shoot // p2: worn during the movie channel interview // p3: what so/os are saying is the bracelet not that it matters cause i can clown this too )

1. i hate how no wardrobe accounts have confirmed what it is. and i kinda understand cause we never see it fully, plus there is cpn attached to it so they are extra careful. which is also another source of my frustration. why does he wear it when he has long sleeves on??? he was wearing a shirt earlier and his arms were bare! but wait.. he changed his clothes and as soon as he had something to sort of cover it, the bracelet was on. 💀💀💀💀

it’s like he is purposely clowning us!

2. if this was a jewelry to show off and promote Chanel, why can’t we see it well? and i want to see the change in the beads’ color to confirm if it is what the solos say it is.

i’m also side eyeing international solos who are proudly commenting how wyb’s bracelet is luxury and not some cheap buddha beads like xz’s. what? it’s such an insult to a culture that is important to yibo. those bead bracelets made in specific temples for protection is part of his culture. he knows it’s importance and respects it. but what can i expect from solos really? lol. the bar is already very low when it comes to them but they still manage to disappoint me. 🪦

3. and if it is Chanel, i can still clown by thinking GG bought it for him so they can match. 😂😂😂 atleast with the aesthetic.

bonus: the bone necklace!!!!!

another bonus, i saw this photo of like a celebration i guess for queen of tears. and the cake! the way the actors are cutting it! lol. reminds of xz and wyb! 😂

banner edit source 圣衣雪琳

-END.

#this became longer than i intended too lol #yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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kthflrt · 2 years

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A Hero proposal

bakugou makes a deal with you but your not who

you say you are. (based on the kdrama business proposal)

“Y/n please i’ll never ask again after this.” your best friend begged as she fell to her knees. She had a blind date set up by her parents they wanted her to marry some random rich guy. “I can’t i really need to get back to work now if you don’t mind” you said as you turned to walk away “i’ll pay you all you have to do is scare him off.”

Ands that how you got here in a wig and heavy makeup trying to fool some random rich stranger into not marrying your best friend. She had even gone as far as to buy you a new expensive outfit and a Chanel bag. The restaurant looked really expensive and fancy and you had been waiting at a private booth for about thirty minutes. Who could this guy be you wondered to yourself as you rehearsed what you were going to say. What if he didn’t believe your little act what if he was a total creep.

“How did i end up here?” you whispered to yourself as you have a defeated look to yourself in bowl of soup you got as an appetizer a while ago.

“Hello.” you heard from behind you turned to look at the owner of the voice to be met with a familiar pair of red eyes you’ve seen them on tv before but never in person a chill ran down your spine “Fuck.” you exclaimed silently

“Miss bf/n?” he questioned his voice coming out softer than you expected “Yes!” you answered faster than anticipated he now carried a confused look to the other end of the table as he took his seat “Pleasure meeting you I’m Katsuki Bakugou” he said as he took off his coat

Oh My Fucking god you were on a date with Dynamite…well bf/n was a date with dynamite but you were bf/n right now. “Are you ok miss bf/n?” he asked as he could see that you were deep in thought oh yea it was showtime you were here to deceive him “Well of course.” you said Alright Y/n it’s show time….

TO BE CONTINUED

just testing the waters to see if anyone wants me to continue this fic 😭

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x deku #alpha bakugou x reader #alpha tamaki #alpha yaoyorozu #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #shoto x reader #bnha omegaverse #bts #omega bakugou #fanfic

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xoxoxoz · 7 months

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Premyuda Meeboonrod (Moa) x F!reader

📝: Even though you’ve rejected her confession, Moa has not stopped pampering you and you made it clear that you did not feel the same. But why does it bother you when you see another girl flirt with her?

⚠️: high school au, popular jock Moa, unpopular nerd reader but not your typical nerd because she can bite back when she wants to, swearing, sick love puppy Moa, some nsfw scenes but not full smut, g!p Moa

A/N: I’m actually unsure if her surname is ‘Mibunrot’ or ‘’Meeboonrod’ because Google tells me both are correct

You sighed at seeing another strawberry milk held in front of your face. The person holding it, moved the carton aside to reveal herself and you already knew who it was.

“Moa, you already gave me one this morning”

She shrugged. “And? You deserve to have as many as you want”

“Hey Y/n, can I have those extra notes for calculus please?” A boy from your class appeared but Moa was not having it.

“She’s busy. Keep walking”

The boy’s eyes widened when he realised it was Moa who was talking to him so he sped off within a second.

“He was just asking for notes”

The Thai girl huffed. “He can get them later. I just want to have some time with you. You free after school? I heard there’s a festival happening”

You pushed your glasses up and released a second sigh. “Moa, I’ve made it clear to you a few days ago that I don’t feel the same way so no matter how hard you try, my decision won’t change”

“That’s okay. I just want you to have some fun for once. You can’t keep spending your time behind books” she simply said and leaned against the lockers.

She was looking down at you with so much desperation and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find her attractive. You actually marked her as your number 1 hottie in the school but it’ll make her go insane if you told her.

While you were lost in examine her charming features, she took the moment in tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You blushed at the contact but the bubble was bursted when a loud Yunah and Chanelle appeared.

“Hey there you are, captain! Been looking all over for you” Yunah exclaimed happily before noticing your presence. “Hey nerdy”

“Hey twig” you spat back, your mood going sour.

“Still doing calculus, nerdy?” She tilted her head in a way to mock you.

“I’ll stop doing calculus once you learn how to score a goal” you smirked, noticing how Yunah’s smile dropped almost instantly.

“Ouch” Chanelle held back a cackle.

“I’m going. Bye” You grumbled and slammed your locker close before turning on your heels.

Moa quickly held your wrist. “Wait Y/n, about the festival tonight, could you at least think about it? Please?”

You pulled your wrist back gently. “Fine. I’ll think about it” You replied and continued your leave.

Moa watched you disappear within the sea of students. “Stop being a dickhead, Yunah. You’re ruining my chances even more”

“She rejected you a few weeks ago, can’t you give up? There’s so many other girls around here that want you”

Moa looked down at the milk carton in her hand, thumb gently going over the permanent marker that said ‘For my Y/n <3’. “But she’s the only girl I want”

“Well what makes her so different then?” Chanelle was the one to ask.

“For one, she’s smart, and hella pretty. But something about her not wanting me just makes me want her”

“Sounds weird. Hey you gonna drink that?” Yunah asked and pointed down at the strawberry milk.

Moa moved it away from her reach. “It’s for Y/n”

“Wow, can’t even help a friend in need. I’m hurt” Yunah jokingly clutched her heart.

“Let’s go”

Once lunch had hit, you got your tray and sat with your friend group at a table. The group consisted of Youngseo, Jeemin, Jeongeun, Jiwoo, and Funa. You all shared the same classes but unlike you, they were in the student council.

Youngseo has tried convincing you in joining but you claimed you wouldn’t have the time for it.

“Did Moa try again today?” Jeemin asked while pointing her chopsticks at you.

“Yeah she did”

“Moa seems really nice, Y/n. Why won’t you give it a shot?” Jiwoo asked next.

“Because she’s not my type”

“Liar. Your eyes say otherwise” Jeongeun teased.

“You’re delusional”

“So you don’t care that a chick is literally confessing to Moa right now?”

You frowned and looked back, seeing that a girl from your English class was holding a container of bibimbap while standing by Moa’s table.

“M-Moa, sorry to be disturbing you at this time but I’d like to say that I admire you alot to the point I want to spend more time together. Are you okay with that?”

You would usually ignore something like this but since it involved the Thai student, you just had to listen.

Moa shook her head and smiled apologetically. “Thank you for the bibimbap but I can’t accept your confession, I’m sorry”

You felt a hint of satisfaction at seeing the girl’s smile falter. “Oh…May I ask why?”

Moa shrugged. “I’m just not interested in dating right now”

“I’ll make sure you’re interested, just a chance please?” The girl stomped her foot like a child, surprising your group and Moa’s.

“Hey lady, she doesn’t want you okay?” Hyewon, who was sitting next to Moa, had spoken up while juggling a soccer ball between her hands.

“It’s gonna be worth it, trust me Moa. Don’t let me be the 10th girl you’ve rejected”

Seeing the girl’s persistence was boiling your blood. Why can’t she take no for an answer? You didn’t even realise you had abandoned your table and approaching the scene.

“Uh Y/n?” Funa called.

“Uh oh this is not gonna go well. Y/n get your ass back here right now!” Jiwoo yelled but you were too focused on the girl who was now grabbing onto the Thai girl’s arm.

“Hey Moa, we’re still on for tonight right?” You said with a sweet smile.

Moa’s eyes widened. “Errrr…”

“Tonight?” The girl questioned.

“Yeah, Moa is taking me on a date at a festival tonight. Just wanted to make sure she didn’t cancel on me like last time” you scrunched your nose.

“Are you two together or something? Is that why you’re rejecting me Moa?!”

The said girl’s shocked expression slowly changed into a smirk, feeling a bit turned on by your jealousy.

“We’re not together but she’s not available either” you answered despite seeing the stupid smirk the Thai had.

The girl stomped her foot once again and ran off with a frustrated scream. You had to cover your ears for a second.

“She’s screaming like that at this grown age?” Hyewon commented.

Still feeling pissed off, you grabbed Moa’s wrist and dragged her out of the cafeteria. She yelped at your sudden strength but who was she to complain? You’re almost holding hands hehe~

She was broken out of her love daze when you led her into the soccer girls’ locker rooms. Luckily, it was empty.

Moa sat on the bench while you stood in front of her, leaning your back against the lockers. You closed your eyes for a bit to calm yourself down from the recent fiasco.

“You’re hot when you’re jealous” You heard Moa say, making you snap your eyes open.

“I wasn’t jealous. I was just annoyed at the girl for not leaving you alone”

Moa leaned back on her palms to man spread. Your eyes darted away from the view of her crotch. “There’s no need to be shy in admitting in, Princess. I’d be jealous if I saw some dude handing you flowers”

“I wasn’t jealous!”

“Yeah and I’m straight” Moa snickered.

“Fuck off. Be grateful I saved you”

“I can handle confessions like that easily. It’s not the first time” She gave you a toothy grin.

Fuck this. Fuck that girl. Fuck Moa for being so fucking hot right now.

“Oh for fuck’s sakes” you sighed and rush to sit in Moa’s lap, pulling her in by the jersey to smash your lips together.

Her hands slid under your skirt to hold you closer by the ass, not forgetting to give a gentle squeeze to both cheeks.

You moaned into her mouth as you hooked your arms around her neck, feeling her lips travel from your jawline to your neck.

“M-Moa”

“Dreamt of this for way too long” she muttered into your skin.

It boosted your ego up a bit.

“Yeah? You think of me while jerking off? Fucking pervert—AH!” You squealed at the feeling of her bite.

“You talk too much. Maybe shoving my dick in your mouth would fix that”

“I know you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Shit, have you always been this annoying?” Moa hissed while squeezing your ass harder.

You started to grind your crotch against her’s. “You’re the one who—oh fuck—who wants me”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I won’t fix that fucking bratty attitude of yours”

You whined at her words. Having your guts rearranged doesn’t sound so bad.

“Uh hello is anyone in here?” Moa’s coach called, hearing her footsteps get louder.

Moa softly pushed you off her lap to grab your hand and pulling you into the last shower stall. The coach started to walk around, trying to hear any strange noises while Moa had you pressed up against the cold tiles with her hand over your mouth.

“Stay quiet. She’ll leave soon” She whispered and you nodded.

While Moa’s eyes peeked out to see if the coach had left, you decided to be playful by reaching down to squeeze her hard bulge. She hid her face in your neck.

“F-Fuck, don’t do that” she hissed.

You chuckled and moved your hand underneath her pants and started slowly jerking her clothed dick.

Once the coast was clear, Moa grabbed your wrist and pinned it above your head. “You’re so fucking bad”

“And you liked it. Bet you almost came”

“And you wish all that cum was dumped down your throat”

“Im hungry after all” you teased.

“I’d be down for that but let’s not do it at school please. Also still wanna take you out before we do anything else”

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “Alright alright, I’ll go to the festival with you”

“Really?!”

“But if you bore me, I’m walking home”

Moa released your wrist and hugged you tightly. “You won’t regret a thing”

“Uh Moa”

“Hm?”

“Get your boner down before we leave”

“So fix it”

“You literally just said you didn’t wanna do it here!”

“Im messing with you. Just give it a few minutes”

It took longer than expected but once you were both out of the locker room, both friend groups were waiting outside with crossed arms and not so happy faces.

“Maybe have some human decency to not fuck in a public locker room?” Jiwoo arched a brow.

“We didn’t fuck….just talked” You half lied, not wanting to say that you two had some lip locking action and some hand to dick action.

“Yeah. Right.” Yunah smirked before looking at Jeemin.

“Hey cutie”

Jeemin pushed her glasses up and smiled widely with a cute little wave. “Hi”

“Let’s all go to class. I’ll wait for you outside the school” Moa smiled sweetly at you.

“Ok Romeo. But one thing before you go” you said.

“What’s that?”

You quickly kissed her cheek before grabbing Funa’s hand and running the opposite direction. “See you later!!”

Jiwoo groaned and got the other girls to run with her to catch up with you.

Moa felt a bit dizzy. “Woah”

“I guess you won” Chanelle smiled and shook Moa’s hand who was still knocked out of reality.

#r u next x reader #r u next?#gxg #kpop #r u next smut #wlw #moa #runext moa #moa x female reader #moa x reader #premyuda meeboonrod

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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you know THAT new charles photo. why is he so big (ehm) all of a sudden he's my babygirl ❤️‍🩹

i propose we talk about himbo!charles again 👉👈 him opening the door for ur guests in his pretty pink skirt and heels and his brand new pink chanel blazer that was a gift from his mommy eheheh

he'd open the door, smile on his face, shake their hand and then just softly call out, and you hear that pretty voice just yelling "mommy! your guests are here!" and waits to hide behind you and hold onto your hand cause he doesn't like talking to people! he's there just for show! he's mommy's arm candy and he's only there to look pretty for the guests, after all it's good for your business. leaves a good first impression.

I know you said himbo!charlee and yes absolutely, but I think also sugar baby!charles?? We need to bring back the sugar baby!au and this is the perfect way. I also know you love dumb little sugar baby!charles so I’m sure you have no problem with that being brought into these thoughts.

Firstly, Charles takes people coming over VERY seriously, cause he’s your sugar baby!! He’s your sweet little subby baby who just stays home and makes you happy so he MUST make sure everything is perfect.

Everyone knows he can’t cook to save his life (which is actually a massive insecurity of his in the au cause like, that’s basically supposed to be his only job??), but he can most certainly order things from very expensive restaurants and plate them beautifully and make some amazing cocktails.

Of course he also sets the table and decorates and makes sure all the sex toys are hidden away (because yes, there is usually lube and dildos in the entrance way cabinet).

He shows you his outfit after that, making sure you like it and of course you do!! He looks amazing. He gets an absolutely filthy kiss when you see what he’s wearing, and of course you have to grab his ass a little too. He’s putty in your hands, thanking you and whining and asking if you have to have guests over tonight.

He always does this, because it’s no secret that he would much rather just be at home with his mommy alone!! He’ll still dress up and order expensive food and decorate the apartment.

But no. You have very important guests coming over and hopefully you’ll be able to close an important deal over this dinner so it must happen.

Charles greets them at the door, and receives some death glares from the people accompanying your guests. They’re all wives or sugar babies like him, but none of them look as good or as happy as Charles. It’s an open secret that you treat Charles the best, that he’s always the happiest sugar baby and everyone is very jealous. He loves it though, loves knowing they all want his mommy because he knows they won’t ever get to have you. His mommy is his!!

So he welcomes them and shakes their hands and turns around to call you, ignoring the way the men are undoubtedly staring at his ass in his little skirt. That’s fine, they can stare! He loves to be watched.

You come around the corner to greet everyone, and Charles shrinks back behind you. He’s just arm Candy!! He won’t actually hold a conversation with anyone.

The dinner goes very well, aside from Charles trying to play footsie with you every few minutes because the conversation is boring and the guests are boring and he wants them to leave so he can get fucked. You just ignore his antics.

After dinner, you move to the office with your business partners and Charles serves cocktails. He makes sure to bend down with the tray and show a hint of his pretty pink panties.

You make a show of rolling your eyes at his antics, inviting him to sit on your lap because he can’t control himself. Of course your business partners are watching this with wide eyes, all wanting someone like Charles.

Eventually one of them clears their throat and then you lightly slap Charles’s thigh and tell him to entertain the partners waiting in the living room while you talk business.

Hearing you say things like that always makes his knees weak, cause his mommy is so smart and powerful and he’s just a subby little thing who has to look cute and listen.

So he goes to the living room, and this is by far his least favourite part of night. All the wives and partners and sugar babies are so boring!! They all seem to hate their partners and absolutely despise him for how you openly desire him and love him.

But he makes do, making small talk and pretending to care about their families and kids.

When you come into the living room again with your guests behind you, you have a specific smile on your face that lets Charles know it’s gone well.

Of course he runs over to you, requesting a kiss and then staying by your side, holding onto your arm as you thank everyone for coming and show them to the door.

The moment you have the door closed, you pull Charles and push him up against it, getting a hand under his skirt and on his cock before your guests have even left the driveway.

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Say It Again

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Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A lot of angst, jealousy, swearing, mostly PG-13, alludes to sex, Billy’s possessive tendencies and mention of fear of abandonment, pretty tame

Word Count: 2.7k-ish

Summary: Billy and reader attend a party that he is hosting for his company when the green eyed monster shows up as well as one in the form of a beautiful woman vying for your boyfriend’s attention. Then the game begins.

A/N: Fun fact, I looooove to get dressed up for a fancy night out. I love all things fashion, makeup and my favorite designer is Chanel (I have a Coco Chanel quote tattooed on my arm.) I saw the picture of the black dress from above and I just fell in love with it so I had the idea of going to a fancy party wearing that dress, with the smexy Mr. Russo on your arm. I realize my version of Billy is different from the Punisher series but he still has a lot of issues and I do think he could be a real sweetheart if given the chance and you can’t change my mind, I’m sorry for rambling.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments are welcome and encouraged. 💕💕💕

Billy Russo knew how to work a room, he knew how to get people’s attention, he was damn good at running his company, and he was all yours. ANVIL was doing very well, and Billy was always hosting functions to drum up business. Naturally, you were right by his side and at this point you were used to going to them.

Billy put these events on at least a couple times every month, so you always wanted to look your best for him, and no matter how many times you told him you could wear the same dress more than once, he insisted you have something “new” each time.

Your closet was just a revolving door of cocktail dresses, formal dresses, long ones, short ones and he didn’t care about the cost. If you liked it, he had to get it for you, no questions asked. He spoiled you rotten—you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it, the clothes, the gifts, jewelry, and flowers for no reason. It was like a fairy tale and you were his princess.

You told him you didn’t need all of that stuff but he isn’t really good with words—he was better at showing you how much he loved you, it was the one thing he knew he could do.

He’d bring you take out after a long day at work, along with a bouquet of flowers. He made you tea before bed, took care of you when you didn’t feel well, so he did know how to do other things besides spend money on you.

The dresses he bought for you for these functions were gorgeous, designer gowns. Every time you’d try and tell him it’s too much, that you didn’t need it, he’d pretend like he didn’t hear you and buy it for you anyway.

The dress you picked out for tonight was no exception—black floor length, mermaid style, sleeveless with a deep V neckline. It had a sheer black layer over top, covered in black flowers. It was so beautiful, you felt amazing in it, and Billy told you “I cannot wait to see this on you, love.”

As you sat in front of your vanity, doing your makeup, you couldn’t help but notice he had been having a lot of these functions lately.

“This is the fourth one this month?”

Billy was standing in front of the mirror, tying his tie—“I thought you like going to these things with me?”

You love going—it’s just a lot of work to get ready for one. “Oh you know I do, baby but it’s been a lot this month, don’t you think?”

Still tying his tie, he turned around to look at you, and he gave you that smile you love so much. “Maybe—but I do love seeing you get all dressed up for me though.”

You smiled back at him. “Only for you, handsome.”

He stopped to stare at you, to take in everything about you, from your black dressing robe to the curls in your hair, and your diamond encrusted hair comb.

“Say it again.” He said softly with a growl.

You swung your legs around to the other side of your vanity bench, stood up and walked over to wrap your arms around his neck. “Only. For. You.” And you pulled him in for a kiss.

Billy could be slightly possessive. If he catches another man even looking in your general direction, he would be furious—and you thought there were any number of reasons he acted that way.

More than likely, it was his fear of abandonment which would also explain why he had to always be near you at all times, it was a comfort to him so you were more than willing to accommodate and make him feel safe with you.

“I know how important these are for you and your business, Billy, so I’m happy to go with you. I love you.”

He winked at you. “I love you too, beautiful. Is it time for me to see you in that gorgeous dress yet?”

“Almost.” You said. “Almost.”

He loved to see you in black, it was his favorite color on you. It didn’t matter if it was long, short, form-fitting or full skirt—if it was black, it was Billy’s favorite.

He always wore a black suit and tie to these functions, he was the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on and you weren’t the only one who thought so.

Women would throw themselves at him left and right, sometimes right in front of you but most times it never bothered you because Billy really did only have eyes for you, however jealousy would rear its ugly head tonight.

While you were getting drinks from the bar, a woman you recognized as the CEO of a rival company was talking to him, she was flirting and not being subtle about it. The bartender handed you the two drinks and you headed back to the high top table where they were talking.

Billy introduced you to her and he mentioned her suggestion of taking on jobs “as a team.” You knew exactly what she meant by that, the way she touched his jacket before you handed Billy his drink.

She looked at you with such disdain like she was about to spit poison at you, then excused herself to go retrieve a drink from the bar, and said she’d be back in a minute.

“Billy—she’s flirting with you right in front of me. Oh and “teaming up” with her? I know EXACTLY what she means by that.”

He tried to reassure you by kissing your cheek and lightly brushing your nose with his finger.

“Oh come on, baby, she’s just being friendly and wants to do business together.”

Your next words came out very sarcastic—“Yeah I bet she does.”

Before you could finish the conversation, she was back, batting her eyelashes and taking a sip of her drink, the two of them talking business and you not really understanding what they were talking about.

But you could understand her body language, the way she was standing, looking up at him, and gently brushing her collarbone with her delicate fingers that you wanted to snap in half. It’s perfectly obvious she has her sights set on your boyfriend, but apparently it’s not obvious to Billy.

Usually he touches you in some way, to keep you close. He’d hold your hand, snake an arm around your waist, or lean over to kiss you on the temple but he hasn’t done any of those things since she’s been holding all his attention.

He’s been completely ignoring you so you finished your drink and went back to the bar for another, leaving him alone with her.

There was a good looking man sitting at the bar that looked familiar, you’ve probably seen him at one of these before—you thought well, two can play at this game. He smiled, and you smiled back.

“Wanna buy me a drink?”

The man looked a little surprised to hear you say that.

“But you’re Mr. Russo’s girlfriend.” He said nervously.

“Do you work for him?” You asked.

“No, ma’am.” He anxiously replied.

“Is he here right now?”

The man scanned the room but he apparently didn’t notice Billy.

“Well—no.”

You knew this probably wasn’t a good idea but you wanted to give Billy a taste of his own medicine.

“Then you can buy me a drink.”

Billy took notice of you at the bar, looking a little too friendly with the mystery man and the two of you were hard headed enough to see which of you could fly off the handle first.

He started this though so you turned to the man who just bought you a drink, winked and thanked him after you knew Billy was looking at you.

To which he then swept a stray hair away from the woman’s face while you grazed the man’s arm with your fingers, all while narrowing your eyes over at Billy.

He was carefully eyeing the man that held your gaze.

Flirting with this guy was starting to get to Billy, you could see it all over his face and if he could have burned a hole into the guy’s skull with his stare, he would have.

But when the man touched your shoulder, that was when Billy had enough—you read his lips as he said “Will you excuse me, please? Thank you.”

“Mr. Russo is glaring at me, Miss.”

He took long strides to get to the bar quickly, grabbed your waist, pointed at the man that just touched you and with a stern voice said—“You’re lucky you don’t work for me, otherwise you’d be fired for even LOOKING at her, let alone buying her a drink and touching her like that!”

Billy turned to you next, he had his long, slender finger pointed up, flush against his chest—“And you, my love, I need to speak with you privately.”

Billy had succumbed to his jealousy but you weren’t finished yet.

“Oh if you have anything to say to me, I’m sure you could say it in front of my new friend—what’s your name?”

The man stumbled with his response. “Uh—well, it uh—it’s James, Miss.”

You smiled at Billy and said “You can say it in front of James.”

Not wanting to cause a scene, he gritted his teeth and tried to smile. “No, no darling, I really can’t. Can you just come with me, please?” He took hold of your hand and led you out of the ballroom, towards one of the private bathrooms on the floor you were on.

On your way out, you called to James “Thank you for the drink!!” You smiled and waved.

Billy ushered you into the bathroom first, he was close behind you, and locked the door as soon as it was closed.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and started pacing back and forth while wiping his lips with his thumb and forefinger, you could tell he was absolutely furious.

“Y/n.” He said your name like he had daggers in his mouth.

“What the FUCK did you think you were doing in there!?”

You had a slight smile on your face and Billy was still pacing, he raised his eyebrows as he asked you another question.

“You think this is funny, baby!? You know how I get when another man looks at you, never mind watching you flirt with them!”

It was your turn.

“Like you weren’t flirting with Miss Sexy Legs in there?!! ‘Oh Mr. Russo, maybe if I play with my hair and stare at you seductively, you’ll take me home tonight instead of your girlfriend.’”

You knew you were being childish but you were trying to get your point across to him.

He looked perplexed. “I wasn’t—.”

You cut him off. “Oh no?!! She was openly flirting with you in front of me and you didn’t even believe me when I told you that she doesn’t JUST wanna do business with you, how can you not see that?! You ignored me, Billy and don’t even get me started on you TOUCHING HER!”

He finally stopped pacing, his jaw was clenched, and he moved closer. His intense eyes were staring down at you, your noses were practically touching, and you caught the scent of bourbon on his breath.

“I was reacting to my girlfriend putting her hands on another man! And him putting his fucking hands on you!”

You gave him a hostile glare, the heat rose to your face, and your anger felt like a white hot inferno that wanted to burn you from the inside out. That’s when you let him have it.

“Billy, you think I can’t tell that woman in there wants you?!! The way she was looking at you and you looking back at her, like I wasn’t even there!”

He softened a little. “Baby, you know that’s not true.”

You weren’t finished.

“I was standing right next to you!! You usually keep me close, hold my hand, kiss me, but there was nothing. You didn’t even look at me!! You were looking at her, the way you”—you took a deep breath—“the way you usually look at me.”

You stopped to try and compose yourself and pointed a shaking finger at him.

“I can handle women throwing themselves at you, Billy Russo, because you never give them a second glance. I feel safe with you that you don’t even entertain their advances but you having eyes for someone else is something I can’t—I can’t handle. That really hurt me.”

It was wrong to fight fire with fire, especially where Billy was involved. Both of you were stubborn and crazy about each other which can make for some pretty intense fights.

Tears stung the back of your eyes as you backed up to lean against the counter with your head in your hands.

He pulled a tissue from the box that was on the counter behind you and with one hand on your chin, began to catch the fresh tears that escaped your eyes.

Billy looked at you with his deep, impenetrable brown eyes, his lips were trembling a little and guilt suddenly consumed him like a snake swallowing its prey.

Now that he had time to think about it, that woman was flirting with him and he did ignore you—Billy was usually the needy one in the relationship but both of you had your moments because of how crazy in love you were with each other.

He picked you up, placed you on top of the counter, his hands planted on either side of you and rested his forehead against yours.

“I am—so sorry, baby. I just thought it was strictly business and I didn’t notice I was paying more attention to her, than I was you. Things just got a little out of hand, huh?”

Biting your lip, you gave him a slight smile and a nod. It was never easy for Billy to express his feelings verbally, he tried but it was just difficult for him to get out.

You grazed your fingers over his beard. “I love you, Billy.”

“I love you so much, y/n and you’re the only woman I will ever have eyes for.”

He tilted your chin up towards his face and leaned forward to kiss you. Tasting the bourbon on his lips, you kissed him back, your tongue begging for access to his mouth and Billy welcoming it, he could never deny you that.

He could never deny you anything—his touches sent shivers up and down your spine, goosebumps scurried across your skin, and you always wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

His hands roamed up and down your body, eagerly feeling the fabric of your dress and the exposed skin on your back while he kissed your jawline and down your neck.

He broke the kiss to stare at you like he had done earlier while you were getting ready, then lowered his head to gently kiss your shoulder, pulled you against him in an embrace and quietly held you there, calmly stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head.

You’ve learned a lot since the start of your relationship with Billy—he still had some work to do but he was getting better at expressing his feelings with words instead of keeping them bottled up inside or exploding like he had just done. He didn’t always have to use his words to express how he felt about you though.

Like the way he covered you with a blanket if you fell asleep on the couch, the way he brings you a coffee every morning to your office, the way he surprises you at work with lunch or flowers, and the way he sets the table for dinner even if it’s take out Chinese food. His love language is physical, doing, not always verbal—but in every sense of the word, he was YOURS.

“Shouldn’t we get back to the party, baby?”

“Not yet, sweet girl—I have something else in mind.”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a room key.

“We’re here for the night, all of our things are upstairs. Let me show you just how sorry I am, beautiful.”

Your tears disappeared and he kissed you again.

“Well, I’m all yours Mr. Russo.”

He closed his eyes and nuzzled your nose with his and whispered “Say it again.”

“I’m. All. Yours.”

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