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ataraxiaspainting · 26 days

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The Chauffeur.

Yan Aventurine x F Reader.

Synopsis: Life has always made losers out of people like you. You dream even now that that could be changed. But can it really?

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, kidnapping, stalking, drugging, misogyny, abuse of power, and mentions of violence.

Word Count: 3.2k.

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When thrust into a world filled with illusions of chance, one can only hope that change will soon arise.

The company, the appearances, the losers, the winners; nothing ever changes, not even the dreams that things will.

How you are treated is a gamble all on its own too, despite you wishing it were not so. Lady Luck has yet to smile upon you, but instead of gifting you with snake eyes, she gives you the utmost displeasure of being slapped, being threatened, or having your salary lowered. You sometimes wish she would just give you the lowest score on a physical die instead of an invisible one.

You wish she would have made you less appealing to unwanted stares, would have made you have a burned face that would scare off anyone as soon as they looked at you. Hell, even make you be an old woman begging for spare change. That would be a better existence than to live in this body, where you are forced to wave and smile and conceal the bruises and slap marks whenever they appear in a place not covered by your dress. Not that your dress covers anything.

You have three jobs in this casino. Your first one is to spin the wheel or make the letters visible after all the bets are placed and the speaker gives you the signal to do so. Your second one is to always look presentable, your boss’s definition of “best”. Appearances will bring in more onlookers, he said. Just get yourself all dolled up. Okay, toots?

You conform every time your clothes change in color, size, and pattern because after all, they could just replace you with someone more willing.

After all, you have your mouth to feed and your own back to clothe.

So, you endure not all of it, but most of it. You endure the times your assigned makeup artist has called you a whore for not letting him stay in your room during his breaks, the times the suited mascot of this place squeezed you a bit too tight when you were told to take a few photos with him. You pretend not to notice things like that, because if you start a conflict who knows what will happen?

The applause of onlookers is always paired up with lewd comments about your body instead of congratulations to the winner.

The heels you are paid to wear always manage to make you trip onto someone, or rely on some flirty stranger to help you walk to and fro. Your manager told you to grow your hair out when you first started working here, and when it finally reached the desired length he gave you very few options when it came to which hairstyle you wanted. If you remember correctly, it couldn’t have been more than four. All of them had curtain bangs and waves. There was even one, you think, that had something to do with bleaching.

You opted for the one that let you keep the most of your natural hair pattern, not that that was a lot.

Your dresses always come with a slit to see one of your legs. Temptations bring in more dreams, and with dreams come people wanting to be big shots. That is what your boss said to you after you questioned your given work wardrobe. You did not want his glare and mocking laugh to be aimed at you any longer, so you nodded and went to change. He praised you for it later, but your brain protected itself by not remembering what he said.

All you can recall is the way you shuttered at him wrapping an arm around your bare shoulders, a lit cigarette in his hand.

You don’t shutter as often anymore after he scowled and threatened to place it on your palm.

Your world is simpler than it was before when you were sleeping on the streets and given just barely enough to scrape by. You only have three jobs to do, but the third one holds the most importance. Sabotage the gamble. Never let them win unless they hold enough power that your boss permits you to stand back.

There have been very few instances of that happening, but they happen nonetheless. They are this casino’s equivalent of a blue moon. There are telltale signs before you are told of their status. Their clothes are always glittering like an invisible spotlight is on them. They always have guards, and people sticking to their arms like glue just itching for a taste. It is an even rarer sight to see one of them being chosen to be their partner for the night. You can tell when a person can buy you off with their proportion of pocket change. Not that anyone has, much to your gratitude.

This man is just like them. You can sense the ego dripping off of him, and can sense how much all those rings on his fingers cost.

This is the real deal. You can tell. That earring of his is probably worth twice that of all of your organs. That is being generous with the price you would most likely hold on the black market. In reality, perhaps thrice. That is not even going into his pink sunglasses, which have tiny gems stuck on the sides.

He has a gun holster, you think, but the gun itself is nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps one of his men is holding it for him. Perhaps.

From the corner of your eye, you see your boss amongst the crowd, nodding slowly at you. He is sitting in a booth a bit more distanced from the others, three women on either side of him. Every time he sits there, it is your first signal that something is surely going to happen. Good or bad. This time it is good, and you will end the night with nothing less than a few thousand credits for playing your part well. Last time it was bad, and you ended up having so much more than a simple slap on the wrist.

He has three dice between his pointer and middle fingers. One green, one teal, and one dark blue. They are each twelve-sided from what you can see, but the sigils remain unseen by you. Maybe for the best, you think, you don’t want him to take up as much memory space as he already has.

All you want is for this shift to be over, but with this unplanned patron skipping the line of gamblers to gamble himself, who knows how long until the dice stops rolling?

Your fellow staff members look happier, displaying genuine smiles on their faces. Not that you can blame them though, most of them are new hires because your boss tends to fire people on the daily.

“Hold on a sec, please. Madam, I would like to use my lucky charms before you spin the wheel. If you don’t mind, that is.” The man requests. It is not a sincere question, you note, because he clasps onto the dice in his palm so lightly like they are gravity-resistant.

Instead of looking at him, you look at your boss first. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you any longer with what looks like one of the women being straddled on his left thigh. Hmm. It’s your call then, you suppose.

“Sure,” You answer, trying to put on your best polite grin. “Who am I to deny such an… experienced gambler?”

“Thank you for the praise,” He replies, his free arm bending as he scratches the back of his head. “But you… misunderstand, I am just a simple bettor, nothing more.”

The positioned desk with a microphone attached has just become this casino’s newest playing ground. Faster than you can blink, the dice are let out of his hand and roll. When they stop, you can hear cheers and praises, as if they are all meant for him.

A spotlight is focused on him too, a color more dazzling than the brightest glittering gold.

“I’m going to choose the peach.”

You nod and spin the wheel, all of the colors blurring together, slowly but surely soon coming to a stop.

The pink area with the same peach is on the pointer, and the crowd all clap their hands and dance.

*~*~*~*

During your breaks, you are allowed to go to your recovery room to do whatever limited array of activities your bookshelf and dusty boxes under your bed had in store for you. The breaks are always nothing more than half an hour, but you earned the right to have your breaks’ minimal times be nothing less than ten minutes.

“I just… noticed you never play the games you so often assist, that’s all.” The blond stranger continues to follow as you speedily walk down the hallway to the backrooms. Little by little, the golden paint that coats the walls turns into a dull beige, a sure sign that your treasured little hiding place is near.

“I wish I could but right now I have my lunch break, sir.”

His speed is nowhere near diminishing, no, if anything it is getting more profound.

If you did not have unwanted company, if you did not have to worry about the security cameras in every corner of this part of the casino, if you did not have this job you hate to your very core, you would have torn the high heels off of your blistered feet.

But you cannot because you do have unwanted company, you do have to worry about the security cameras in every corner of this part of the casino, you do have this job you hate to your very core. So, the high heels stay on and make sounds with every step you take.

“Come on, Miss [First]. I know you want to.” You have been unable to get him off your back for the past ten minutes. Even when you attempted to walk around the less crowded parts of this casino in circles, he was there. “[First]. A lovely name, if I say so myself. [First], [First], [First].”

It takes everything in you not to frown or cross your arms. That could be considered rude, especially to someone as high standing as this man. “Utmost sincere apologies, sir, but I really-”

“Aventurine.” He interrupts. “It’s Aventurine, Miss. You don’t have to call me sir, you know. We’re alone here in this stank hallway. Without my money, I’m just like you, and I’m sure we can become great friends.”

“In my opinion, I believe that there are better people than me to form connections with, Mister Aventurine.” You try not to huff in frustration, but you could have sworn that one was let out.

In the distance, you see your recovery room, the number two on it turning off and on every few seconds.

It has always been that way. The only one who often gets renovations to their living quarters is your boss. The rest of you are nothing more than cow fodder to him, even his assistants.

“You should head back, Mister Aventurine.” You say, the smile on your face trying its hardest not to fade as you turn to look at him. “I don’t want your seat at the pinball machine to be taken from you.”

“And who do you think would have the guts to steal from me?” Aventurine smirks, one of his hands lowering his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose. “No one is that suicidal, that’s the hard truth.”

He winks at you faster than you can get a grip on your door’s handle.

“Just think about it, m’kay?”

In a flash, he starts walking off, leaving you all alone.

*~*~*~*

“Ah, you’re back!”

Aventurine is at the start of the hallway, the part where the gold paint is the most pronounced.

“My break ended.” You say your answer quickly and simply as you walk past him. Instead of your high heels, you are wearing black flats.

Your feet were bleeding much more than usual when you finally made it to your room. Yeah. That is the excuse you will give to your boss if he asks. He seems drunk and is still at his little booth, not to mention it is dark in the casino at the moment, so there is quite a low chance he will.

“You don’t look so good.” Aventurine nearly shouts, causing you to walk even faster to make it to the wheel of fortune. “Did something happen?”

His voice is soon drowned out by the crowds of people talking. Just a few more seconds. A few more seconds, and he won’t be able to bother you much longer and he will head back to that pinball machine he has been hoarding for the past hour.

You move past the ogling eyes of drunk consumers and move past the guards, who always let you behind the stage without a hassle. Your flats don’t make nearly as much noise as the heels as you walk up the five steps.

You only have three minutes before the curtains withdraw from their positions, so you pull on your bun to make it tighter and put the stray baby hairs behind your ears. You brush any dust off your dress and then brush off any dust that is on the gambling wheel. The cleaners only work after all the shows are done and all the guests go home, so it is up to you to make sure the show is always looking its best.

You hear the countdown from the electric speakers and the onlookers.

“Five! Four!”

You take a few deep breaths.

“Three!”

You hear the confetti cannons turn on.

You close your eyes and think about the best possible future, one where you can be happy. Where you can be yourself. Where your smiles are real. Where your happiness is real. Reading for as much as your heart desires. Trying all the delicious-looking food no matter how strange it may look.

“Two!”

Instead of hearing the number one, you just hear more cheers.

The curtains move to the designated sides of the stage, and the near-blinding spotlight shines at you. You smile, waving at the crowds of people, until you see something that nearly causes your facade to crumble down.

Aventurine stands there at the start of the line, holding his three dice just like before.

*~*~*~*

You avoid Aventurine just long enough for the casino to close for the night. It was not an easy task by any means, but somehow retreating to the bar on the job and making simple conversations with other patrons and fellow staff members was enough to repel him.

Since it is after hours, the bartender has gone back to his room to sleep after downing five shots of Spade. He will be hungover tomorrow, that much is certain.

Ah, to only work when it is far past dusk. A dream only for your boss’s most favored employees. Aside from the bartender, there is his guard, who has been seen for the past few months being so drunk that he cannot even stand; he has to sit on the floor.

There is no room for you in that little club. But your gut tells you that it is better this way, for no one unfavored can see what goes on inside.

It is only you in this bar now, spinning around on the stool closest to the gates that lead to the other side. It’s you. Despite this job, despite everything, you are still you. All you ever have to be is you. Only you.

The glass in front of you is half full. Half full with Melancholy. It is only slightly bitter, the rest of the flavor profile being floral and refreshing. This type of shot glass is only reserved for people as high standing as Aventurine due to the little scattering of gold at the rim.

They are stuck there so they won’t choke whoever is drinking from the cup. For once, your boss put his resources into something partially useful. If only he would do the same with your salary and put some more credits into it.

The door’s chiming bell rings. You hear the front door then close. Did the bartender forget to lock the door?

Should you say something? You don’t want to get in trouble with your boss tomorrow, and his hangover will certainly make his wrath ten times worse than it already was.

The sound of footsteps doesn't fade, and another sound accompanies it soon enough; Aventurine’s voice.

“Hey. Just wanted to drop by. See what you’re doing this late all alone, you know?”

Before you can turn around and politely ask him to leave, he sits on the stool beside you. Vibrant eyes make contact with yours.

A hand goes on your shoulder, squeezing with a purpose; to keep you quiet.

“Are you drunk? You smell like Blossom Dew and Soothing Soda. Heavily.”

He's exaggerating, you know this. You've barely had a sip. It's not nearly enough to get you intoxicated. Not at this early into the after-hours. You still need to have a few more beverages before heading to your room for the night.

“Mister Aventurine, I am going to have to ask you to leave.” As he chuckles, your body instinctively reacts, possibly as a protective response. You wouldn’t blame it for acting this way, even under ordinary circumstances.

“I don’t think you’re in the right place to be making orders like that. Maybe if you worked for the IPC, but you’d have to work at the speed of light to get anything close to my ranking.” His hands slither from his sides to your glass, tilting it so he can see the dark yellow liquid within it. “Hmm. Do you not have a high alcohol tolerance, Miss [First]?”

“I do.” You rebuke. He shrugs his shoulders.

“I don’t think I should believe you, honestly.” With one of his hands, he takes off his pink sunglasses, putting them beside your cup. “Maybe if you drank the rest of it in one gulp.” With a slam, he puts a stack of credits on the table. “Go on, do it and I’ll give you enough credits to leave Penacony forever. I promise.”

Who are you to decline such an enticing proposition, despite your distaste for the man's company? This employment, with all its hardships, can vanish if you are simply granted the funds. Thus, you hastily consume the remainder of your beverage without deliberation.

You’re too focused on the bet at hand to notice the unusual saltiness.

With a wide grin, he applauds enthusiastically, his cheers echoing through the stillness. However, his clapping abruptly ceases, leaving behind an unexpected emptiness. In its place, a throbbing headache emerges, surpassing the intensity of any typical morning-after discomfort.

The fall into a state of unconsciousness is far from effortless; it feels more like a sudden, jarring blow to the face, sharp and agonizing.

“I’ll keep my word, that is a gambler's responsibility after all."

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evilminji · 9 months

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Ya'll know our BELOVED? Little Baby Man?

The noodliest ghosty boy?

What if he WAS Baby? It wouldn't be the first time Danny's enemies plotting gave him offspring. Only this time it's not a clone! It's a proper GHOST baby. Like Lunch Box.

Who's the other parent I hear you ask?

Pretty human-centric view point there buddy, to assume Ghosts NEED two participants to make an offspring. OR are limited to two! Just cause Lunch Lady And Boxie are a couple doesn't mean that's the standard!

We lack data here! ASSUME NOTHING. *sciences harder in your direction*

*awkward cough*

*shuffles notes*

ANYWAY! The child! All it would really take is one(1) VERY poorly timed ambush attack. Imagine if you will, a cell. How does it multiply? While not even close, the simplistic images ARE pretty good as an explanation!

But isn't that just an ecto-clone? You say?

Close!

But THOSE? Are hollow bags of GOO!

No CORE! *slaps the chalkboard behind me*

However! If you wanted, say, a precious bundle off joy? Well, nothing can come from perfect void! You must contribute the building blocks of LIFE! And what are those, my students, in ghost biology??!

Two vital pieces! The Ectoplasm aaaaaaand? That's RIGHT!

The CORE!

A critical and ever vital part of ghost biological function.

Which, like every OTHER part of the body, is malleable. One could, say, make it smaller. Create part of a proto core. OR, should one be ALONE in this process, a FULL protocol.

Upon which, ectoplasm latches, builds, develops and grows. Becomes its own soul.

Now! Do Not mistake me! There is a WILDLY vast difference between the formation of a core and a shattered core. Between willing life and untimely second death. It is not, and never WILL be, easy to create the soul of a child. Tampering with your core is PAINFUL, dangerous, and leaves you WILDLY vulnerable.

There is a REASON Neverborn are so precious.

Buuuuut..... *pulls out a book labeled "Curses Though The Ages"* we must ALSO consider the famed Fenton Luck(tm).

Consider! Where would be the "safest" place to practice making clones of yourself? A place that's wide open. No one wearing white likely to take pot shots at you while your attention is divided in multiple places at once. No parents blowing up the basement at a delicate moment and leaving you trying to hide that extra arm for a week...

Maybe you forget... oh yeah... OTHER GHOSTS.

So there Danny floats. In the Zone. DISTRACTED. His core HUGE from all that recently Royal business as it tries to digest it. Feeling bloated. Trying to work off some energy, as it were. Then who should come along? Why, the universes BEST HUNTER of course! To say *gun powering up noise* :) HI :)

Like buddies DO.

Danny doesn't see him.

Danny is mid-split.

At his limit, honestly. Already made as many copies as he usually can. Is trying for ooooone moooooore..... when...

PAIN. Something cracks.

He loses concentration. Tries to curl in on himself.

Both 1.5 of him tries. He loses hold of the "clone's" Ecto. Somethings free floating leaving his chest along with it. Behind him, Skulker is freaking out. That was MEANT to be on opening volley. A gentle little "hey, come fight me". That crack sounded SERIOUS.

Danny can't breathe. It's like the portal all over again. He curls tighter and tighter. Feels the crown, which was not THERE until this moment, press down tight and gripping onto his head. Thrumming. And then... something feels like a muscle releasing.

His core is... smaller? He'd been watching its progress, it couldn't have digest so fast... how did it lose so much... mass...

Danny feels all the blood drain from his face.

He nearly died.

Again.

His... his soul... WHERE IS HIS SOUL?? That's a piece of him! A part of his SOU-!

He spins around... only to meet the eyes off a blearly blinking, noodlish, cartoon like gremlin with his color scheme. Who's floating along like they're in zero-g. Just... drifting in a slow circle.

They yawn at him with a mouth full of teeny tiny baby fangs. Then chirp.

That's his Son. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know WHY, but he somehow instinctively... just... KNOWS?

They blep.

Danny looks a Skulker. His eyes hold MURDER.

"You're paying child support."

"......yes sir."

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

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alientee · 2 months

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This is a 3 shot series inspired by the amazing writer @gyoongim. They did amazing with my ask and I’m in love with Alastor x Jessica rabbit .🤣

Fun fact It’s said that Jessica rabbit is also asexual!

Charlie felt defeated, she tried her hardest but there wasn’t shit she could do against that damn Adam or the council. Sera took pity on her stopping her for a moment “Charlie…… while you were not successful maybe we can come to a compromise?”

Charlie looked back up with her with hope in her eyes while Vaggie continues to glare.

“How about this we send an angel down with you, they spend a day in your hotel and we get to learn about all your progress. Maybe that will help sway the masses and myself.

Charlie instantly nodded thanking them over and over again. “So where’s the angle joining us”

“Emily has gotten her….. ah there they are”

Emily bounced forward happily introducing you

“Charlie this is y/n she’s one of the angels that actually believe In your cause!”

Sera looked down at you giving you a stern look.

“You’ll stay there for 1 day and then come right back y/n. Stay safe and good luck”

You walk into the portal with Charlie and Vaggie leading to the hotel. The demon princess didn’t stop talking about how she was going to give you a tour, show you everything they have to offer, even take you to the few nice places in hell. She started to ask you questions. She seemed really sweet and excited to get to know you. “Can I just say you look absolutely gorgeous, you’re like wow!”

You giggled. “Thank you hun I used to turn a lot of heads when I was alive. Too bad I only had eyes for one man.”

Charlie looked even more excited “ Oh my gosh tell me everything!”

You went on and on about your past, how you were a singer and a model, how you were married to a radio host. How you got married and ended up retiring to be a housewife. You stopped your story when you ended up in front of a hotel looking around shocked.

“So this is hell huh? Now tell me more about the hotel”

Charle links her arm with yours pushing the doors of the hotel open. “This is the hazbin hotel! Were we have 2 residents ready to rehabilitate and reform there life into good! It may not look like much but I garuntee you everyone here is dedicated to making there life better!”

Vaggie scoffed “not everyone”

“Okay almost everyone hehe” Charlie rubbed her neck nervously.

You look around and see the interior with a scary looking bar there were a couple of demons one looks like a spider the other a snake, two cyclops and the last one was…. a bird cat?

“Everyone this is y/n! She’s gonna be staying with us for the day to prove to heaven that demons can change!”

They all introduce themselves and the spider named angel comes up to you, looking you up and down. “ Beautiful and Busty they should’ve never sent you down here toots! Now you can give me a run for my money”

You laugh it off giving him a wink “I’m a tough lady I can handle myself. It’s nice to meet y’all”

Charlie gives you a tour of the hotel and you meet up with group once more “So what do you think y/n!”

“I think y’all have something really nice going on here”

“Thank you-“

“Charlotttttteeee~ why is there an angel in our premises didn’t I tell you the couldn’t be trusted”

You turned around at the sound at the static like voice.

“Y/N… is that you?”

Alastor still keeps his signature smile but his eyes are wide with confusion. He walks up to you pulling you into his chest. Alastor kisses both your cheeks putting his forhead against yours. “It’s me mon amor”

“Alastor!? Honey you look so different and your smile is even bigger than I remember”

“Well you know you’re not fully dressed without a smile. Y/n darling what are you doing here? Someone sweet as you doesn’t belong down here”.

You hold him close snuggling into his chest “oh Al it’s alright I’m just here to see the hotel on behalf of the council. I missed you so much ! What are you doing here honey ? I was so confused when I never met you in heaven what on earth got you down here?”

Alastor looks away sheepishly “Well about that-“

“UM EXCUSE ME!”

You both turn around to see everyone looking at you both in shock. After a long silence Charlie speaks up.

“So you two know eachother huh”

You looking at everyone shyly “You remember how I said I was married to a radio host”

Alastor smirked pulling his arm around your waist. “This gorgeous gal has had my heart since I first laid eyes on her” He kisses your forhead

None of them could believe it! You were Alastor’s wife?!

Vaggie moves forward while everyone else is looking at you in shock. “Hold on, wait a minute let me get this straight. You! A gorgeous, kind hearted, helpful angel…… are married to that thing?!”

Alastor squints his eyes his static going off “what are you trying to say Vaggatha”

Angel interrupts her before she could speak

“ it means she’s waaaayyyyy out of your league smiles. I mean Vaggies right, she’s hot and your….anyway, how and the hell did a dame like you end up with old freak face anyway?”

Alastor rolls his eyes “ I won her affections with my charm and manners. Something you clearly don’t have my feminine fellow”

Angel looks at him uninterested “yea I ain’t buying that. Toots why you with this stuck up prude?”

You hold alastor arm cuddling up to his side “He makes me laugh, how could I turn him down when he always put a smile on my face” you giggle softly

Everyone was still shocked by your answer none of them could really see someone like you with someone like alastor but decided to accept it (everyone accept Angel and Vaggie) Angel smirks

“Ok so I was right it definitely wasn’t for his looks”

“Well beauty isss in the eye of the beholder, I guesss he jussst got lucky”

Alastor rolls his eyes “Are you miscreants quite done”

“Now we always know why Mr fancy talk creepy voice is always smiling. Thinking about his busty wife gets him through the day haha”

“Angel dust if you wish to redeem your soul and make it into heaven I suggest you watch your mouth before I end your life.”

“Oh Al leave him be he’s just joking, now tell me why your down here”

Alastor sighs giving you his arm. You grab it not questioning it as he walks you both to the door. He doesn’t even look back at the others .

“I’m talking my wife for a walk we’ll be back shortly”

As the two of you walk out everyone stays silent until Angel speaks up. “I don’t care what any of you’s say, he was definitely not hitting that right”

As you both leave Alastor stays silent. You don’t rush him to talk, you never did. You two never fought when you were alive you always talked it out and took it one step at a time.

“You should know that I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t want to hurt you or scare you. You were the only good thing I had left after my mother. So I hope you can forgive me for keeping it from you.”

“Go on hon I’m listening”

“The bayou serial killer, that was me doll….i died getting shot in the head with a rifle, being mistaken for a deer while I was burying a body. And I may of…. ate a few people, but they were never in your food!”

You looked at him in shock but you never let go of his arms. “Oh my gosh….. that’s what you were doing out there, they never told me, just said it was a hunting accident….. I should’ve known! You would always go one these nature trips at night when ya barley had friends plus I shoulda known someone like you doesn’t like outdoor activities like that! How ya wouldn’t let me in your tool shed because it was to much “dangerous” stuff in there. How you’d come home from the radio tower early hours in the morning. I thought you were stepping out on me for a time but you still showed me all the same amount of affection so I pushed that thought out the window”

Alastor laughed a laugh track playing in the back ground “Oh daring why would I ever step out on the most beautiful woman in the world. I’d be a fool to have eyes for anyone but you”

He squeezed your hips pulling you into a hug “Do you regret marrying me, please tell the truth?”

“Oh Al of course not, even if you are a killer you were so sweet and gentle with me I’ve never felt safer than when I was with you. Your a wonderful husband I’ll never regret you honey ”

Alastor pulled you close his smile getting wider. “How about I make it up to you darling let me take you out on the town, it’s been a while and you deserve to be spoiled doll.”

“I’d love that Alastor”

You both walked down the street in silence with you both linked arm and arm as always. Until Alastor spoke up again”

“And by the way sweetheart Tu portes l'enfer hors de cette robe, j'ai raté ces courbes”

You blushed “Still a charmer I see”

Part 2 comming soon~

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 5 months

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YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GLAD I AM THAT YOUR WRITE FOR SPTO THANK YOUUUU

UGH okay, my craziness aside; could you try “I think I’m in love with you” with Matthew Patel? It doesn’t matter who says it, I jsut think it’d be adorable (I adore that funky theatre punk so so much <3)

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

"Do it!"

"Come on, Lord Matthew!"

"We're getting impatient.."

"Maybe we'll go in and tell them ourselves-"

"Ladies, that's enough! I will tell them myself...i-in a minute. First, I need to rehearse what I'm going to say..I can't mess this up."

The demon hipster chicks could only stare at their master with blank expressions, knowing damn well that he was stalling the inevitable:

That being his confession to you.

You two go back as far as middle school, with you being the first friend he ever made who didn't mind his weirdness or mystical powers. Plus, you shared his admiration for the theater and dramatics when he started obsessing over those, becoming his number one supporter.

Until now, Matthew never thought he'd fall for you like he did Ramona. But he feared rejection, ridicule, or worse--the relationship being extremely short-lived and him never getting to experience a "true love's kiss".

Once was painful enough.

He couldn't go through that again.

Of course, his demon hipster chicks knew all about this and the months he's spent pining after you. As much as they didn't like you "stealing" away his attention...they realized you made their master genuinely happy.

And above everything else, they wanted him to be happy.

So they were thrilled when he summoned them, seeing that they were at the doorstep to your apartment and squealing upon noticing the giftbox he had for you.

Finally, he seemed ready to move on from Ramona.

Yet....he had spent ten solid minutes pacing along the floor and trying to hype himself up, his confidence totally shot, before he eventually stopped in front of your door again.

"Okay, I got it! Erm..."Roses are red, violets are--" no, that's stupid. It's too cliche! Everybody uses that!" Shaking his head, he tried to think of something else. ""Hey, would you like to be the Romeo to my Juliet--" ohh, what am I saying?! That's not romantic!! That would mean our relationship could end in tragedy...UGH!!"

"Don't overthink it, my lord." One of the demons whispered to him. "Just tell them how you feel."

"....it can't be that simple, can it?"

"....."

"..alright. I'll take your advice. I'm going for it." With a nervous swallow, he bowed his head and raised a hand to knock at the door-

Only for it to swing open, causing him to freeze in-place and look up to see you on the other side. He quickly hid both hands behind his back, hoping you didn't see the gift. "H-Hi.."

"Oh hey, Matty. Hey, girls." You smiled, looking past him and waving to the demons. But as your gaze shifted back to his, you wondered why he seemed extremely nervous. "Are you feeling okay?"

"..yeah. Just..wanted to see how you were doing." Pink was starting to dust his cheeks. "Did you uh...know I was going to come visit?"

"Um...yeah? You texted me earlier."

"......"

"And I saw you outside my window and figured you forgot the spare key."

"Shit..did I?" Matthew checked his coat pockets, feeling more embarrassed to know he forgot such a simple thing. All because he couldn't stop thinking about you. "I guess I did forget.......how about I go get it?"

You blinked in confusion. "Huh? But you're-"

"I'll be back, I swear-?!!"

The second he tried to run away, two of the demons grabbed a hold of his arms, dragging him into your apartment, while the other two guarded the door it in case he attempted another escape. He yelled in outrage, putting up a bit of struggle before they let go.

At this point, he was seething red, prepared to yell at them for their betrayal and the humiliation it brought upon him...

But they just winked and disappeared, the last one wishing him luck.

Of course.

"I can't believe it! The nerve of those-"

"What was that all about? You're acting kinda..odd, Matthew." Raising an eyebrow, you sat down on your sofa, having no clue why the man in front of you looked so flustered.

"I....have something I need to say." He decided to sit beside you, sighing heavily. "[Y/n], I think....I..I..."

"Yes?"

"...I-I think I'm in love with you!" Finally blurting it out, he closed his eyes and handed you the box, too afraid to see your expression. "I know it's sudden but..you've always been there for me. Ever since I found my passion for theater. Ever since Ramona dumped me...you were by my side. A-And I feel like I took that for granted. I thought I only wanted revenge against those who wronged me....but no. I want something better. I want love...and I want to be yours. So please...let me prove that I can be a good boyfriend and not evil!"

Part of him wanted to curl up and die as he continued babbling on and on about his feelings, thinking about the hundreds of other ways he could have done this.

He could flawlessly play the role of a love interest in a musical or play and move the audience to tears so effortlessly. But off-stage, he felt like a bumbling lovesick idiot who isn't making any sense to his crush..

There's no way you could love him back.

Not after seeing him like this.

Yet after feeling the box being removed from his hands, Matthew bravely opened his eyes, watching as you took out the black and red roses he put inside it. The thorns have been clipped off, allowing you to twirl the stems in your fingers for a moment or two.

Then you looked at him with the brightest of smiles, laughing softly. "Of course you'd give me roses, you dork. That's so....you." You set them aside before moving closer, taking his hands into yours. "I'm trusting you to uphold that promise."

His heart was soaring.

He must definitely be dreaming right now.

"S-So...it's a yes?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Yes. And...I promise to be with you for longer than a week."

That got him choked up. He couldn't say anything else in that moment, as his only response was pulling you into a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

Thank god he didn't ruin this.

You just smiled and held him close, relieved that he finally decided to try loving again. When he calmed down enough to look back up into your eyes, that's when you both decided to go for the kiss--just in case he had any more doubts in his mind.

And there were sparks galore.

#clanask #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #fluff #dialogue prompt

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cozage · 1 year

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Hello! Could I request a one shot where you’re Luffy, Ace, and Sabos sister and you’re dating Law or Zoro and they see hickies on their neck and they get all protective of their sister? Thank you, please take your time!

A/N: I picked Zoro because :) He deserves some love rn

AU: kind of modern?/school/college

Characters: female reader x Zoro (plus familial ASL)

Cw: just brotherly gremlin acts hehe

Total word count: 1.7k

Love Marks

You shuffled in the door as quietly as you could, trying not to disturb your sleeping brothers. It was still the early hours of the morning, the only one who might be up to catch you coming in would be Sabo. But with a bit of luck, you could make it up the stairs and into your room before he woke up.

You softly shut the front door and clicked the lock back into place, flinching at the sounds that echoed through the foyer. You put your coat on the rack silently, and turned to sneak up the stairs to your room.

“Ahem,” The voice came from the sofa in the living room, and you froze. Your eyes darted to the source of the sound, and you found Sabo and Ace sitting on the sofa, staring at you disapprovingly. Luffy was asleep on the floor at their feet.

“Little lady,” Ace said, frowning. “We’ve been up all night worried sick.”

“I slept over at a friends,” you whispered, trying not to wake Luffy.

“Without permission?” Sabo hissed.

“I don’t have to ask your permission for shit,” you shot back in a low voice. You weren’t even mad at their charade, you were just mad you got caught. They never let you be sneaky or rebellious.

You bounded up the stairs before they had another chance to interrogate you. They got like this sometimes, your two older brothers. They always felt like they had to be the parents, even if it was more so mocking the parental role than actually fulfilling it. Luffy must’ve found out that a scolding would take place and tried to stay up to see what would happen.

You locked yourself in your room, but nobody tried to enter. You curled up in your bed to try and finally get some sleep, but your brain refused to listen. You tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. With your mind racing through all of the thoughts and feelings you experienced last night, you couldn’t really blame your brain for not wanting to sleep.

An hour later, a knock at your door came.

Ace’s voice came from the other side. “Breakfast,” he called, already walking back down the stairs.

You really didn’t want to get out of bed. You had just finally gotten comfortable. Zoro had kept you plenty busy the night before, and all you wanted to do was sleep now. But your stomach was rumbling, and you had to admit the smell of the bacon was enticing. With a groan, you rolled out of bed and descended the stairs.

“I’m surprised you’re awake,” Sabo said, flipping a pancake on the griddle.

“Hungry.” You took your usual seat at the barstool between Luffy and Ace, reaching for a piece of bacon on the plate in the center.

“Don’t eat yet!” Sabo said, smacking your hand away, but you grabbed a piece and shoved it in your mouth anyway.

“Hey, does your friend have bugs in her house?” Luffy asked curiously.

“No!” you scoff, shooting him a look. “She’s not like you with your crazy beetle obsession!”

“Then what are these marks on your neck?” He poked at a tender spot on your neck, and you could hear the deviousness in his voice. You cursed yourself for falling for such an obvious setup.

Luffy pulled your hair back, revealing your neck that was littered with bruises. You swatted his hand away quickly, but it was too late. Ace and Sabo had already seen the marks that Zoro had made the night before.

“Some friend,” Ace muttered under his breath, and Luffy laughed at his words. Your cheeks burned as you readjusted your hair to cover your neck again.

“Who is it?” Luffy asked, looking at you with wide eyes.

“We’ll need to have a chat with him,” Sabo said. He put a pancake on your plate and gave you a toothy grin.

“It’s nobody,” you said quickly. You pushed your plate to Luffy, hoping that food would distract him from the conversation. You had lost your appetite anyway.

“It’s obviously somebody,” Ace purred. “Or else you wouldn’t be hiding it. But this guy must be important.”

“And he’s not intimidated by the fact you live with three guys,” Sabo added.

“You’re my brothers,” you said, disgusted with the implications.

“Zoro!” Luffy shouted. Your head whipped around to glare at him, but he was looking out the window, deep in thought.

“How long have you known?” you gasped.

Luffy had to have noticed all the times you and Zoro spent together walking around campus, and how he always found you all sitting outside between classes. The two of you weren’t making out in front of him or anything obvious, but you and Zoro hadn’t exactly been subtle around Luffy either. Then again, Luffy wasn’t the most observant person in the world, so you were a little surprised that he got it so quickly.

“Huh?” Luffy said, his eyes returning to you. “What do you mean?” He pointed out the window. “Zoro’s here.”

There was a knock on the door, and your eyes widened in horror at the fact that you had just outed Zoro as being the culprit. Sabo and Ace glanced at each other, a silent understanding passing between the two.

Ace took off down the hall and you felt your heart drop. You chased after him, but Sabo quickly jumped in front of your path, blocking you.

“Sabo, move!” you tried to skirt around him, but he matched your movements perfectly to keep you boxed in.

“Luffy, hold her down.”

Luffy’s rubber arms shot around you, wrapping you tightly in his grasp. Sabo smirked at you, and took off down the hallway to join Ace.

“Zoro!” You screamed, but Luffy’s hand covered your mouth to muffle your warnings. You tried to bite down on his hand, but he just laughed at your attempts.

You heard the door open and you braced yourself. You could still see Ace and Sabo standing in the foyer, their cocky grins facing to where you knew Zoro was standing.

“Zoro!” Sabo greeted him. “How ya been, buddy?”

“Pretty good, I’d imagine,” Ace answered slyly for him.

“Wha..?” You could hear Zoro’s voice from the other side of the door, and you could only imagine what his face looked like. The poor man had no idea what he was about to get himself into.

“You look pretty sleepy, bud,” Ace smirked. “Late night?”

“Were you up training?” Sabo asked.

“I wouldn’t call it training,” Ace said, and you heard Luffy giggle behind you.

You could hear the confusion in Zoro’s voice. “What are you-”

Sabo stepped outside, out of your view. “Come on in for breakfast, buddy.”

Ace stepped out to join him. You could hear him murmur something to your boyfriend, but you couldn’t make out exactly what he had said.

The three of them stepped inside your home, Ace’s and Sabo’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, with Zoro squished in between the two. As he scanned the room, he saw you with Luffy’s arms wrapped around you and covering your mouth to keep you quiet. His good eye found yours, and you sent a silent apology his way for what was about to come.

The moment he saw the position you were in, he tensed up, as if he were trying to decide whether he should bolt out the door or keep it casual. You couldn’t blame him, you’d probably consider running as well. But Ace and Sabo both tightened their grip on him, keeping him from doing anything rash.

“Tell me, Zoro,” Ace muttered. “Who exactly did you come to see this morning?”

Zoro sputtered, his words failing him. He looked at you, dumbfounded by the situation you both were in. His cheeks were tinted pink from embarrassment, and you could only assume yours were the same.

“Luffy, you can let her go now,” Sabo said. “Let’s all have breakfast and a little chat.”

You all sat down, Zoro opting to sit next to Luffy instead of you, which you thanked him silently for.

Once a full spread of pancakes, eggs, and bacon were distributed throughout five plates, everyone sat down silently. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet anyone’s eyes, so you opted to stare intensely at your eggs instead.

“So!” Sabo said cheerily. “Anything anyone wants to tell the family?”

Silence filled the room except for the sound of Luffy shoveling his breakfast into his mouth. You could feel your older brothers staring at you, but you refused to meet their eyes.

“I can start,” Sabo offered, briskly moving the conversation along. “Luffy found some super weird marks on Y/N’s neck this morning after she snuck back into the house. Zoro, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

“Stop.” Your voice came out a hoarse whisper, and you cleared your throat before speaking again. “Sabo, cut it out.”

“I think it’s neat you guys are dating,” Luffy said, oblivious to the mood in the room. “I’ve always wanted Zoro to be a part of the family.”

“You’re not helping, Luffy!” Zoro snapped at him.

“Ground rules!” Sabo yelled out, trying to reign in the conversation before Zoro and Luffy’s fight got too intense. “We need ground rules.”

“One - No spicy business in this house,” Ace piped in. “I don’t want to hear it.”

You rolled your eyes. “You bring people home all the time, idiot.”

“I don’t want to hear my sister moaning out-”

“Stop!” you yelled, desperate to cut him off. “Fine! You win!” You weren’t planning on actually adhering to that stipulation, but you would agree to it for now if it got Ace to stop talking.

“Two - Tell us when you won't be home,” Sabo said, eyeing you. “We were actually worried about you last night, you know.”

You nod, feeling guilty about keeping them up. You knew that Ace and Sabo had probably stayed up all night waiting for you, and not as some silly ploy to embarrass you.

“I’m sorry about that,” you said, and you genuinely were.

“Three,” Luffy said. “You take me on your dates and pay for my dinner.”

“Like hell!” Both you and Zoro shouted. You glanced at each other and smiled, realizing your synchronicity before your eyes quickly darted away and a blush rose to your cheeks.

“Fine, fine,” Luffy said, pouting a little bit that his idea got shot down so fast. “Three - Zoro, you better not hurt her.”

“Or we’ll beat your ass,” Ace added.

“Even with three swords, I don’t think you can take us all.” Sabo said, him and the boys smirking at each other.

“Noted,” Zoro said. “Though I have no intention of hurting her. In fact, I’m not entirely sure how I was lucky enough to get her to look my way in the first place.”

You smiled at his words, a warm feeling rising in your chest. Suddenly, your breakfast looked a lot more appetizing.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #monkey d luffy #monkey d. luffy #sabo #op sabo #asl trio #zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #cozage #✧˚zoro✧˚

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twit-ter-pa-ted · 7 months

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Yes, ma'am.

pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x afab!Reader

warnings: nothing, just flirting!

overview: You're a sea merchant hoping to one day dine at Baratie. What you didn't account for was catching the sous chef's eye.

a/n: i wrote this during a power outage. also i may have gotten carried away with the plot so please bear with me on this

part two — final part

The Baratie was the name of a sea restaurant from the East Blue that you had heard uttered by multiple customers. Being a sea merchant, it wasn't difficult not to.

It hadn't been long since you first started in this line of business, since you reckoned you ought to learn how to defend yourself first before setting sail into a sea full of savage pirates.

And you were right. Multiple tried their luck to rob you of your merchandise, if not your Berry, and all failed.

As odd as it seemed, you had always dreamt of becoming a merchant at sea. Your father was the town's merchant, and that may have had some influence on your own dream. And now that you had achieved just that, a certain restaurant had slowly begun to pique your interest.

Despite roaming the sea for almost three years now, you had yet to run into this sea restaurant you had heard of countless times. The thought of Baratie was starting to irritate you, as was the unlikeliness that you still had yet to find it in the vast sea of the East Blue. You were beginning to think that, unlike for anyone else, you finding it would be like someone finally finding the One Piece.

"Hey, lady, I'm talkin' to ya!" The Z lister pirate's voice boomed. He had announced his name upon crashing through the doors – it might have been something like Guicha Rebel, but you couldn't be sure.

"Sorry. What were you saying?" You leaned on your forearms that rested on the counter in front of you. You swore to listen, but your eyes wandered towards the tent that extended from your cabin and into half of the main deck.

"This right here? Should only be for 500." He held up a sword that he had taken from one of the barrels.

Your eyes turned half-lidded with disinterest. "I know what my shit's worth, pirate."

"And I know this ain't worth 1,000."

"If you don't like it, feel free to leave."

"Hey! I have a 500,000 bounty, you better watch your mouth." You had begun laughing as he brought up his bounty. You pointed at the board behind you which held multiple wanted posters with bounties even twice as high as his.

"Please, I've been in these seas for three years. I've had worse."

You could see the way his eyes widened in fear and realization. There was no way you…

"You're not telling me that…" He had recognized at first glance that they were pirates whose bounties had been claimed. You didn't answer.

"Now, you either buy what you need and leave, or you leave with your bounty." That was always the choice you gave them and more often than not, they chose neither options.

He glared at you for a moment before letting the sword clatter onto the floor and turning around. What came next was something you just couldn't help.

"With a 500,000 bounty, you sure as hell are cheap," you remarked.

He groaned in frustration before he unsheathed his sword, turned around, and threw it your direction. You simply moved your head to avoid it, ignoring how it pierced through your bounty board and taking your pistol from below the counter.

Now, you specifically had your place designed so that you would be at an advantage during any battle despite how many people you were against. You knew how the bullets would ricochet to the blindspots you had behind the barrels when you hit a certain spot on the iron on the wall, specifically built into the wall for that reason.

You ducked behind the counter as the pirate took out his own pistol and aimed for your head. You leaned towards your left to shoot at an iron part of the wall. You heard a grunt come from him as his leg was shot. You straightened again and walked around the counter while the pirate clutched at his leg.

"What…What did you – " His breathing was ragged. He had been shot at before, but not like this.

You took a bullet out of your gun's cylinder, holding it between your index finger and thumb while he fell to his side in pain. You nonchalantly kneeled next to his head. "Burrow Bullets – doesn't exit the body once you shoot it, no matter the distance, which makes it hurt so much worse when you're shot at a short distance because it just burrows."

You grinned at your selfmade product with pride before sliding it back into the cylinder. "Costs 5,000 per pack. Not that you'd be able to buy 'em from me. But I do appreciate doing business with you." It was the last thing he heard from you before the butt of your gun met with his temple.

Predictably, he had a copy of his wanted poster in his pocket. Guicha Reuben. "Huh."

You looked between the unconscious man and the poster. "Rebel sounds better," you said before standing and pinning his poster to your board, pulling his sword out. You inspected it before placing it in the barrel with swords of the price of 500.

* * * * * *

It was your day off. You rarely took day offs, but you felt you had to after getting in a bar fight an island ago. You laid in a hammock that hung beside the main mast with your father's jacket over your face to shield it from the sun.

You froze as you heard something more than the sound of the ocean and the breeze, taking the jacket off your face and standing up.

You thought it was another pirate ship before you looked ahead. Your eyes widened.

Before you could react, you heard the transponder snail sound out in your cabin. You ran to grab it, taking the receiver.

"Yeah?"

The familiar voice of Garp sounded from the snail as he called your name. The Vice Admiral had sent you the snail as you were almost considered a regular at their bases. "How have you been, eh?"

"Get to the point, Garp." He simply chuckled at your straightforwardness.

"There're new pirates in our turf, broker." Garp was your father's old friend. He had been calling you broker for as long as you could remember. You stopped correcting him long ago. "A bugger with a straw hat, a redhead, a long-nose, and Roronoa Zoro."

You couldn't help but raise your brows in surprise. The Roronoa Zoro? Still, you replied nonchalantly – "I'm not a pirate hunter."

You could practically hear him shrug. "I'm just warning you in case you run into one of them."

It was rare for Garp to give you warnings. The last he had given was of Don Krieg, but now he warned you of nameless pirates? "And what makes this band of pirates different from the others?"

It was silent on the other end for a while.

"They defeated Axe-Hand Morgan and escaped his marine base."

* * * * * *

Once the exchange ended between you and Garp, you quickly ran outside and redirected the ship in a panic, as it had started to drift away from the sea restaurant in the distance.

You docked onto its small harbor and entered, greeted by a fishman who questioned you regarding reservations. You simply slipped him a few Berries and got yourself a table.

You had only entered the dining area when a fight ensued, only to be quickly resolved by a blonde waiter who kicked the fighting pair down.

"Great fighter," you heard someone from another booth mutter. You couldn't disagree as you watched the waiter approach a booth with a small bowl of complimentary bread.

You started looking over the menu when you heard someone turn the chair parallel from you in its place, their chest against the back side of the chair as they sat.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing at a shitty restaurant like this?"

Your brows raised in surprise as you dropped the menu. It was the waiter from earlier, a flirty grin now plastered on his lips.

"I thought this was one of the finest restaurants in East Blue?" You teased which caused him to let out a sultry chuckle.

"Oh, darling, it's only one of the finest because I'm here."

"Well…" You trailed off, silently asking for his name as you did.

"Sanji."

You recognized the name. "Sanji the sous chef."

"So you know me?" You nodded. He seemed surprised you did.

"I've heard of Baratie's sous chef. I just didn't know he was a part-time waiter," he remarked.

"Nothing but charity work, really," he retorted smoothly, as if he hadn't been kicked out of the line. "What would the beautiful madam like to have?"

You shrugged, looking at the menu again before dropping it onto the table. "None of these really interest me."

"Naturally, you're simply above anything being served here," he remarked in a heartbeat. He was completely wrapped around your finger despite the fact that he was flirting with a redhead a few tables away just moments ago.

"Think you could whip up something for me, sous chef?"

He nodded, not missing the way you had looked him up and down. "Anything, darling."

You smirked as if to challenge. "I'll leave it up to you. I'm not necessarily picky."

"And what drink would you like with that, my love?" His smile grew wider as he thought of the countless dishes he could possibly make for you, even with the limitations of the supplies in the pantry.

"I would love a strawberry milkshake."

"Coming right up." He began to stand up. You decided to test the waters to see the extent of what he would be willing to do for you despite only meeting you.

"I'm not finished." You started talking again before he could offer an alluring apology. "I want a thin coat of strawberry syrup in the glass, no seeds, whipped cream that's not too whipped, and a strawberry to top it off. I don't want it sour, I want it sweet."

Something about you was different – Sanji could tell. Maybe it was the way you showed him interest while keeping your composure, or maybe it was the way your eyes lit up at his obedience – how you seemed to get off on it. Or maybe it was just you.

He flashed another smile as he stood from his seat. "Yes, ma'am."

a/n: i may or may not already have a part two idea in mind

#one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji #sanji x reader

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tenelkadjowrites · 1 year

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Everyday at the Bus Stop ♡ - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

🚌 Summary: Your crush on fellow passenger, Seonghwa, changes into something new the day the bus breaks down.

🚌 Word count: 9k

🚌 Genre and warnings: one shot smut. fem pronouns for reader. oral sex. unprotected sex. creampie.

🚌 Tags: @thewonderofkpop - @obligatoryidolblog - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @multiland - @whatudowhennooneseesyou - @jess-1404 - @just-here-to-read-01 - @likexaxdaydream - @senpai-of-doom - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @talkbykhalid - @hwasrie-main - @inneratinyrebel - @8tinytings - @cherrypandora - @xirenex - sorry if i missed anyone.

this fic is not meant to represent seonghwa in any way, shape or form.

Monday

You glance at the time on your phone, tapping your foot impatiently. Having already been sitting on the bus for over an hour, you are anxious to get home from work. The day is endless, your feet hurt, and all you want to do was crawl into bed.

But of course the bus, which moved at the glacial pace of a snail on a good day, now found itself stuck in traffic. Slumping lower in your seat, you exhale slowly, rummaging through your bag to find your headphones. This ride is more boring than usual because he isn’t here, you think sullenly. You aren’t sure how many other people had a Bus Crush to pass away the time but yours didn’t show up today.

You wonder if he’s sick. Or maybe something worse – he got a different job and didn’t have to take this bus any longer. That would be just your luck. In the past year, he had been at your bus stop every evening. His stop was somewhere after yours because he remained when you left.

Bus Crush was gorgeous, the sort of ethereal beauty that seemed to exist only in magazines, not public transportation. He would sit down in the same spot every trip, pull out a book and read quietly to himself. No headphones to block out the drone of the bus, just taking the full brunt of the loud engine and traffic noises himself. He usually wore some of the most stylish, well put together clothes you’ve ever seen. His hair was as black as his painted nails. He typically wore one silver earring that would dangle and sway with each bump of the bus, occasionally catching the evening light. His jaw, well defined as if cut from marble, matched his equally picturesque cheekbones and his lips were always perfectly plump and a nice shade of pink. You knew literally nothing about him, not even his name.

But you knew he was gorgeous, you knew he was the hottest person you’ve ever seen, and you knew that if he ever glanced in your general direction, you would probably faint on the spot.

Still…not having him around made the bus trip worse than usual.

With a small sigh, you close your eyes, hit play on the music and try to zone out.

Tuesday

You recognize his silhouette before he even comes into clear view. He is standing at the bus stop, waiting patiently for it to arrive. Today, he wears a coat made of a thin pale blue material with his hands shoved into the pockets, his face tilted in the direction of where the bus would pop into view. The other people at the spot vanish in front of your eyes as relief hits you that he is here today and yesterday had been a fluke. Maybe he really was sick or something, you think, shuffling towards the overhang, sneaking an extra glance at him.

Bus Crush doesn’t notice but an older lady that is at the stop every Tuesday and Thursday does, ducking her head to hide her smile. Fine, so maybe it is evident to other people that you are admiring him but as long as he never notices you exist, does it matter? Such beauty like his is impenetrable anyway.

The bus arrives on time and you trail in after Bus Crush just to catch a little bit of his cologne which always smells faintly of the woods. You wonder what he does all day, you wonder why he is always on the stop just like you. You know the answer is most likely something benign like work or school but some days your imagination gets away from you, resulting in fantastic scenarios being created.

All the regulars slip into the usual spots. If one of their spots is taken, they simply take the one closest to it. Your seat is near the window but also offers a good view of Bus Crush’s profile. Sinking down into your seat, you watch as Bus Crush pulls the book out of his coat pocket. His thin and slender fingers find the bookmark, opening to the page. The book is well worn as if it has been read a thousand times.

Things are back to normal. Bus Crush has returned to his spot, reading quietly, and you are in yours, sneaking glances at him. Just how it should be.

Wednesday

All you want to do is get home and go to sleep. Having slept badly the night before, work today killed the little spirit remaining. That explains why, when your bus stop comes around, you scamper out of your seat, anxious to get home.

It also explains why you aren’t paying attention to much, including your things. You are almost at the exit of the bus when a voice slices through the sound of the bus engine idling.

“Wait, miss,” Someone calls out and you hesitate, slowing down and glancing over your shoulder.

To your amazement, it is Bus Crush speaking. At first, the idea that his words are directed at you seem ridiculous. Why would he talk to you now? But as he moves forward, it hits like brunt force to the chest that he is looking at you.

He wears a black button up with a small black jacket today, the silver earring dangling with each step. His shoes are polished, same with the silver belt buckle wrapped around his slender waist. Dazed, you watch as Bus Crush stops in front of you. He is saying something but your brain feels as if it has been submerged underwater and everything is hazy.

“What?” You manage to say, trying not to focus on the fact that his skin is literally perfect – how the hell does he manage that feat?

Bus Crush looks downward and your gaze follows. In the palm of his hand is your cellphone.

“You left this behind in your seat,” He repeats himself.

How are his eyelashes that long? Your brain is refusing to cooperate, leaving you to languish in front of the most intense crush you’ve ever had in your life. You can’t deal with the fact you are standing this close to Bus Crush or that he is speaking directly to you.

He raises his eyes to meet yours. The gaze is electric and the seconds turn into hours. Gone is the bus noise, the vibrations underneath your feet, the tinny music being blasted out of someone’s headphones, the sounds of someone talking way too loudly on the phone. The entire universe is now located at this very spot.

“T-thanks,” You manage to say, reaching for your cellphone.

“No problem,” He replies – his voice is deeper than you thought it would be, sexier than it needed to be. Couldn’t the universe cut you a break in some area and make his voice sound like a chipmunk or something?

You take your phone out of his hand. Your fingers brush against his warm skin, marveling at how soft it is before it all becomes too much – Bus Crush looking at you with an expression that is unreadable, the fact you are convinced your adoration of him is written all over your face, and the bus driver staring daggers at you for holding things up.

“Thanks,” You repeat, taking a step back and then turning around, fleeing the bus as if it were on fire, leaving Bus Crush behind.

It isn’t until halfway down the block you realize that in order for him to notice your phone had been left behind, he would have needed to be paying attention to you.

Thursday

He isn’t coming today, you think while staring at the bus doors which are going to close at any second. You don’t know if it is relief or disappointment that you’re feeling about Bus Crush not being here again this week. The interaction from yesterday has been playing in your mind repeatedly even when you wish that it wouldn’t. Just why are you dwelling on two seconds of attention from Bus Crush makes you feel embarrassed –

And then, right as the doors are about to close, Bus Crush hurries through, apologizing to the driver. He is clutching his bag to his chest, slightly out of breath from running. His cheeks are flushed with colour, lips parted a little. Today, a black and white checkered coat hangs off his shoulders, wearing a black button up with silver buttons and a pair of slacks. A thin silver chain is around his dainty neck and a small black hat rests on his head. As usual, he looks too stylish and well put together for the setting but doesn’t seem to be aware of it.

His eyes land on you. Something flickers across his face and his shoulders straighten as if coming to a decision. Then he walks down the aisle – and doesn’t stop at his seat. Instead, he stops in front of yours.

“Would it be okay to sit next to you?”

Confused, all you do is gawk at him. His seat is available. Why does he want to sit next to you? But the bus driver is glowering as the doors close so you nod hastily, squeezing out of the seat to allow Bus Crush to move into the middle seat.

Plopping back down, acutely aware that at some point in time you have entered The Twilight Zone, you stare at the back of the seat in front of you. Bus Crush puts his bag down in the window seat, taking his hat off and shaking it out, running his fingers through his black hair.

“Work ran late cuz of a meeting,” He says – to you, apparently, seeing as he angles his body slightly towards yours, “Almost missed the bus.”

What the fuck is going on? You wonder. Did I fall today and this is all some dream from a really bad concussion? Why is he talking to me as if this is normal?

Something must show in your face because Bus Crush ducks his head, a little embarrassed, and extends his hand. “Sorry. I’m Seonghwa. Sometimes I forget we haven’t talked because I see you everyday at the bus stop.”

You automatically reach for his hand, driven by pure societal instincts, and are floored by the sensation of his skin against yours. In fact, it is so overwhelming that the handshake lasts approximately the length of your name before you pull away.

Bus Crush, no wait, Seonghwa leans back in the seat, his hat resting in his lap. You struggle to find something to say but it is hard to wrap your head around the fact that he is sitting there talking to you. His fingers curl around the hat almost as if he is nervous himself but that would be impossible. His fingernails, still painted black, match the hat as he absentmindedly rubs the fabric a little.

“You, uh, usually read, right?” You say and immediately regret it. Talk about plastering a big neon sign over your head that you watch him on the bus. You want to facepalm or maybe melt onto the floor but instead you just remain expressionless. Wow, nailed it, you think sarcastically.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen ever so slightly as he nods. “I do, yeah. It’s about the only time I can get any reading done.”

“I can hardly focus on this thing. That’s why I just listen to music.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” He gestures towards your bag, “I’m content just to read.”

Next to me? You want to ask but don’t. Bus Crush – damnit, Seonghwa – reaches into his own bag and pulls out the book. It is strange to watch the same process of him opening to his bookmark, long fingers skimming the pages to locate it before settling in his usual position to read.

The world feels a bit off kilter. Seonghwa is meant to be in his usual spot, not knowing you exist. But here he is, next to you, reading his book quietly. You are trying not to stare but it is proving difficult. The curve of his nose, his jawline, those plump lips –

Looking away before he catches you gawking at him, you rummage around in your bag for the headphones. Honestly, you don’t want to listen to music but what is the alternative? Staring at him? You want to ask why he is sitting next to you today but you don’t know what sort of answer would make you happy. It is easier to sit in silence than probe the strangeness of today.

Settling in with the music on, you slump back in the seat. It is impossible not to look at Seonghwa. Your eyes are attracted to him like a magnet. You mentally tick off the new information you have learned about him the last couple of days: what his voice sounds like, what his hands feel like, the fact he works in an office, his name.

The ride continues like this until your stop arrives. The act of shoving your headphones in your bag draws Seonghwa’s attention. He looks over at you.

“Don’t forget your phone,” He reminds you gently.

“Ah, right. I think I was just anxious to get home yesterday. Wasn’t thinking clearly.”

The bus comes to a stop and you stand up, looking down at Seonghwa. His expression is open, trusting and directed strictly at you. The butterflies in your stomach threaten a riot.

“See you tomorrow?” You venture, the words sitting here next to me unsaid and hanging in the air.

He nods, smiling pleasantly. “See you tomorrow.”

You turn around, exhaling slowly to try to calm down your wild heartbeat, exiting the bus and leaving Seonghwa behind.

Friday

Seonghwa isn’t late tonight. He is already at the bus stop when you arrive. He stands straight, his bag strap resting on one shoulder. He wears black slacks with the belt resting on his hips with a thin white button up dress shirt, the top two buttons undone, exposing some of his chest. A black ribbon is gently tied around his neck, forming a small bow on the side opposite of where his silver earring dangles.

Seonghwa looks beautiful, statuesque and stylish in his outfit as usual. He seems to sense your arrival, turning his head in your direction as you approach. He gives a small wave, his smile showing off his perfectly white teeth.

“Hi,” You say sheepishly, having not expected Seonghwa to greet you immediately.

“How are you?”

“Oh, I’m okay. A little tired. You?”

“The same.”

The conversation stalls. He is just looking at you now. Was it your turn to say something? What is there to say? You aren’t sure what is going on between you and Seonghwa. All you can tell is something is shifting, the dynamic turning into…friendship? No, it is too awkward for that. Could it be more than friendship? No, that’s your false hope speaking. For whatever reason, the two second conversation when Seonghwa stopped you from forgetting your phone has altered the dynamic of staring at him as he read his book, knowing he didn’t know you existed. Now, not only did he know but he seemingly wanted to engage.

The bus pulls up then, saving you the embarrassment of asking a silly question just to fill the air. Everyone piles in, going to their respective spots – except Seonghwa, who sits next to you once again. As usual, he brings his book out, opening it up to read. You want to strike up a conversation about the book but don’t people hate being interrupted when they read? Seonghwa had stated this was the only time he got to read so why take that away from him?

But you are spared bothering him because instead of reading right away, he asks, “Do you work around here then?”

“I do, yeah. I just can’t afford a car so I take the bus. You said you work in an office nearby right?”

Seonghwa looks a little embarrassed as he replies, “I don’t know how to drive. I’ve tried. I just get…a lot of anxiety and psych myself out. But it’s only a ten minute walk from the stop to the office I’m at so I figured it works out.”

“What sort of work do you do there?”

He makes a face. “It’s in accounting. It’s not very interesting. A lot of numbers day in and day out. You?”

“I work as a receptionist at a medical office. It’s about as dull as I assume accounting is,” You realize what you said and immediately begin to backtrack, “Not that accounting is boring. I mean, for you. And the others working there.”

Seonghwa laughs quietly, shaking his head. His earring swings, catching the light and glimmering. Your heart constricts at his laugh.

“It’s okay. I did say it’s not very interesting, didn’t I?”

You relax slightly, glad that you didn’t offend him. But before you can say anything else, there is a horrible grinding noise from the bus as it comes to a stop. The bus jostles hard and you are tossed against Seonghwa. His hand goes to your waist as you gasp in surprise.

Up this close, you can smell his faint cologne. One of your hands is on his thigh, gripping it to steady yourself, your other hand flat against his chest. The sudden close proximity of Seonghwa, who used to be a distant figure on the daily bus rides, makes your brain buzz.

His hand moves to your lower back, his voice dropping as he murmurs, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” You say quickly, pushing away from Seonghwa, flustered from both accidently falling all over him and the way your heart is hammering in your chest.

“Well,” Seonghwa remarks dryly, “Whatever that was, it didn’t sound good.”

He ends up being correct. The bus has broken down and everyone is shuffled off to the sidewalk. Standing there awkwardly, you watch as smoke rises from the back of the bus. People are mumbling, complaining, demanding to know when they can get home. Not that you want to be the bearer of bad news but you doubt it will be anytime soon, knowing how the public transit system runs even on a good day.

After around twenty minutes, the driver announces another bus will come by to finish the route in an hour. Cue more grumbling. It is then that Seonghwa nudges you gently.

“Do you wanna walk instead?”

You blink, looking at him. The sun has dipped below the horizon, the final sprays of orange cast across the sky. In the hue of the approaching evening, Seonghwa’s skin looks luminescent and beautiful.

Your distraction by his appearance must make you come off as hesitant because he suddenly looks nervous and keeps talking. “You get off the bus at the stop before mine. So we must live sorta close to one another. I can walk you home. You and I both know it’ll be faster than waiting around here.”

The truth is that you desperately want to agree immediately. You’d walk halfway across the entire city if Seonghwa asked you, that’s how down bad you are for him. It is embarrassing to admit. But you also don’t want to have him walk too far out of the way and make his long night even longer.

Pulling out your phone, you bring up the GPS app. “Put your address in so we can make sure you’re not going too far out of your way.”

“I really don’t mind,” He says but takes your phone, inputting his address.

You do so afterwards, taking note that he is only a twenty minute walk from your place. The guilt erased, you agree to walking home with Seonghwa instead of waiting around for a new bus. Your heart is beating hard, making it difficult to keep your cool around him. Without the buffer of the bus and other people, it is the first time you’ve been alone with him.

Seonghwa walks with ease, occasionally checking his phone to make sure you’re both walking in the right direction. The temperature is starting to drop as the evening rolls in. Earlier in the day it had been quite stuffy and neither of you have jackets. Now, you are regretting the choice.

But if Seonghwa is bothered by the cold creeping in, he doesn’t show it even though his button up appears thin. You trace the outline of the fabric against his skin, the way the ribbon is tied around his neck –

“What is it?” He asks, tilting his face to look at you.

“N-nothing,” You look away, pretending to be fascinated with a ramshackle looking gas station you’re walking by.

Why is starting a conversation with him so difficult? Maybe the two of you have nothing in common and you’re just blinded by your physical attraction to him. Conversations are supposed to be effortless, right? That’s how you gauge attraction to someone. Everyone else you’ve either liked or crushed on had conversations flow pretty easily. But with Seonghwa, you’re so caught up in the intensity of the attraction and the depth of longing that your brain seems to stall like the bus earlier.

“You’re pretty quiet,” Seonghwa observes, startling you from your brooding, “Are you naturally quiet or do I make you nervous?”

Surprised, you stop walking. Seonghwa notices after a couple of steps, hesitating and then turning around to face you. It is at the point in time that the sign for the gas station flicks on, bathing Seonghwa in red and yellow light. On anyone else, it would look garish. But Seonghwa’s black hair soaks it up, and the neon drapes across him like a luxurious blanket.

“Why would you make me nervous?” You deflect, worried that he has figured out you have a gigantic crush on him.

“I’m sorry, I was just teasing. I don’t actually think I -” A car drives by blasting music at an obnoxious volume, drowning out whatever Seonghwa said after.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said that I don’t actually think I make you nervous,” He bites his bottom lip for a moment and then leans forward.

Rooted to the spot, you can only stare at Seonghwa as he brings his hand up –

To brush something off your shoulder. Your stomach swoops, locking eyes with him. He studies your face for a moment, his gaze lingering a beat too long on your lips.

“You had a stray leaf on your shoulder,” He remarks softly. It should be impossible to hear him over the cars driving by yet somehow you do and it feels intimate. “Are you cold? You’re trembling a bit,” Another pause and then, “Unless I do make you nervous.”

“Why would you make me nervous?” You say quickly, too quickly and Seonghwa’s eyebrows shoot up for a moment before it dawns on you that he is just teasing again.

Somehow more flustered than before, you take off walking again. Your cheeks are warm and the cold does nothing to help. Seonghwa catches up with you.

“Sorry, I was just – I was just kidding. I don’t mean to joke so much, it’s just a sort of defense mechanism –”

Confused, you immediately go, “For what?”

He falls silent, avoiding your gaze. The two of you walk past a restaurant that is bustling with the Friday night crowd and the scent of food makes your stomach grumble. A breeze kicks up, ruffling the ribbon around Seonghwa’s delicate neck when he finally replies.

“Well, I just see you every day. At the bus stop and on the ride home. We sit near one another. But I don’t know you at all. You just feel familiar, you know? I guess cuz I see you every day. I want to make a good impression on you and I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

His words take you by surprise. The honesty in his words is evident by the way he can’t seem to look at you. But you relax a bit, comforted by the fact that you aren’t the only one feeling flustered.

“You could fall in front of me and it wouldn’t be embarrassing,” You remark, pointing to the sidewalk, “I mean, really just eat shit with your bag flying in the air and spilling everywhere. And it wouldn’t be embarrassing.”

At this, Seonghwa laughs and shakes his head. “Now you’re lying. You would definitely laugh!”

“Whoa, I didn’t say that I wouldn’t laugh. I just meant you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed,” Your tone softens, “There’s no pressure besides what we place on ourselves. I mean…I feel nervous talking to you too.”

The two of you stop at a crosswalk, the don’t walk sign flashing as the cars zoom by. Seonghwa looks at you steadily.

“How come?” He asks.

“Well, it’s like you said. I see you every day. It’s like you’re a familiar face but I don’t actually know you. What if I make an ass out of myself and I have to see you on the bus every evening?”

Okay, fine. You’re lying a bit. Yeah, your concern is real. But a huge reason for your nerves is that you’ve been crushing on him for so long. To suddenly be talking to Seonghwa, having him tease you, taking a walk home with him – it is a lot. You don’t want to mess anything up.

The traffic stops, the light changes and the two of you cross the street as Seonghwa goes, “If anything goes sideways, I’ll…sit at the back or something so you don’t have to see me. We’ll make it as easy as possible.”

“That won’t help. I’ll just feel you back there, staring at me.”

“You think I sit around and stare at you while on the bus?”

You are about to be embarrassed but this time you catch Seonghwa’s tone and point at him. “You’re teasing me again.”

Seonghwa grins and shrugs. “Maybe a little.” That is when your stomach grumbles again, louder this time and he notices. He slows down, scanning the places around you. “Want to grab something to eat?”

Why has the universe decided to gift you with (almost) every one of your fantasies in one evening?

“Sure,” You say, “I haven’t eaten since lunch. Didn’t think I’d be walking home today.”

“What about that place over there?”

He points to a small nondescript place that seems to have less of a crowd than the other restaurants. You nod in agreement and in the next few minutes, the two of you arrive, are seated and looking at the menus. The place has a few people inside, mostly couples, and between the dim lighting and candles on each table, it dawns on you that this place is where you’d go on a date. But there’s no way Seonghwa would have known that when he picked it, you think sternly, so don’t get any ideas.

As Seonghwa is engrossed in the menu, you pretend to be studying yours. In reality, you are sneaking glances of him. Some of his black hair has fallen in front of his eyes, his lips parted slightly as he focuses on the menu. Your eyes linger on the ribbon around his neck. There is a brief vivid mental image of giving it a sharp tug and pulling him in to kiss you.

The picture jolts you to look away and stare at the menu instead. Of course, you’ve admired Seonghwa on the bus for awhile now. To say you haven’t thought about what it would be like to kiss him…and more…would be a lie. But you’ve been trying not to think about that stuff since he’s started talking to you out of paranoia it will show all over your face.

But now you are aware of Seonghwa’s gaze shifting. His eyes are on you, he is studying your face. You pretend not to notice. If it were anyone else on the planet, you would entertain the idea that this person is interested in you. But it feels too good to be true that Seonghwa, formally known as Bus Crush, would be attracted to you.

You raise your eyes a little, catching his stare. He immediately looks embarrassed, biting his bottom lip and looking at the menu as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Your stomach swoops. Somehow, his earlier teasing no longer seems like it is a defense mechanism but an indication of something more.

The server comes by for your drink orders. Seonghwa orders a simple coffee. When the server leaves, he leans back in his seat. Another mental image: you’re in his lap, kissing him as his hands press against your lower back. You brush it away quickly, begging your brain to control itself.

But it is proving difficult. Seonghwa, in his chic outfit combined with his pretty features, is proving too beautiful to be around for this long. Your thighs clench at the idea of him touching you. See, this was why he had always remained a crush. You’re quickly losing control of yourself around him.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” The denial rolls off your tongue too hastily, “Sorry, did I look spaced?”

“You were staring at me.”

“I was not.”

Your body is hot all over. You wish he would stop looking at you like that. But then you also wish he would never stop looking at you like that. His arm is outstretched along the back of booth, one leg crossed. The position is casual, one that people sit in constantly. But on Seonghwa, there is something sensual about it. Maybe it is the way the shirt rests against his chest, those two buttons undone and winking coyly in the restaurant lighting. Or maybe it is the manner in which his other hand rests on the table, painted fingernails tapping lightly against the menu. It could even be that ribbon around his neck that is begging to be pulled on. Whatever the reason, you’re distantly aware that you are turned on just from being around him.

The server brings the drinks over. Seonghwa leans forward, his hands curling around the warm coffee mug. You feel something brush against your leg underneath the table. With a jolt, you realize it is Seonghwa pressing his leg against yours. Your breath catches.

Seonghwa lowers his voice to a whisper, “I only noticed because I’m staring too.”

Then he leans back once more, blowing on his coffee to cool it off as if he isn’t flirting with you, as if he isn’t making your head spin.

His leg remains against yours the entire meal.

After dinner, the walk resumes. The temperature has dropped considerably. As the two of you turn away from the main hub of the city and into the residential districts, the noise of the cars and people in the bars and restaurants begins to fade.

At some point, Seonghwa has looped his arm around your waist to pull you close.

“It’s cold,” He remarks while doing so even though his body feels warm enough to you, “I didn’t bring a jacket today.”

Your brain is too muddled to speak and you opt for silence. There is something pleasant about being this close to Seonghwa, almost making you feel delirious with desire.

Seonghwa is in the middle of telling you a story involving him and his best friend, Hongjoong, who is his roommate as well. His tone is bright, occasionally laughing as he recalls the events. You listen attentively, finding comfort in the lull and pitch of his voice.

There is also something else that is bubbling to the surface since dinner: tension. You can feel it in the way Seonghwa held the door open for you while exiting the restaurant, the weight of his hand lightly touching the curve of your lower back when a group of people clustered the sidewalk, in every glance he shoots your way and the way you’re pulled together now. It seems absurd and too good to be true to believe the attraction is mutual but the last thing you plan to do is look good fortune in the mouth and refute it.

You’re almost at your apartment now. Neither of you remarks that it would have technically been faster to wait for the bus once the time for dinner is included. But perhaps it was never about what was going to be quicker. Maybe it was just about finding an excuse to be around one another because it is looking as though you weren’t the only one with a bus crush.

“It’s this way,” You say after Seonghwa finishes up the story.

The apartment complex is two stories, unremarkable in its appearance. Your place is on the bottom floor, all the way to the right. There are no lights on which means your roommate is still too swept up in her new boyfriend. She tends to spend every weekend with him.

Stopping in front of the door, you turn to face Seonghwa who has shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Are you dreaming or are his cheeks slightly pink? It could just be from the cold or it could be because he’s thinking along the same path as you.

“Thanks for walking me home. And for dinner,” You hesitate, wondering if you’re going to take the leap. That’s typically unlike you but given the way the night has unfolded…

“It’s no problem. Thanks for keeping me company,” Seonghwa replies.

You swallow nervously and then go, “My roommate is gone for the weekend. She’s at her boyfriends,” The words linger in the air and you mentally push yourself off the cliff, “Do you wanna come inside?”

Something sparks behind Seonghwa’s eyes, a look of half surprise and half desire. “Y-yeah, I’d like that. I mean, to warm up. Before I walk back home.”

“Right, of course. It’s chilly out here,” You turn your back to him, unlocking the door and exhaling slowly.

You can hardly believe that the week started with Seonghwa just being your crush to now standing in the living room of your tiny apartment. He looks so out of place, standing there in his stylish clothes like some sort of elegant prince as he gingerly places his bag on the coffee table.

“Do you want something to drink?” You offer, looking to fill the silence that threatens to shift back to some sort of awkwardness.

“Oh, some water, thanks.”

He trails after you into the kitchen which is so small that it can barely fit both you and Seonghwa. You wonder if your nerves are evident; you’ve never invited someone in before with the expressed intention of making a move. But even though you’re good at ignoring signs that someone might be interested, it feels impossible to ignore the signals Seonghwa has given you all night.

You turn around to hand him the glass of water which he takes a sip of. He is close enough to touch and the warmth radiating from his body is making your thoughts muddled. When Seonghwa puts the glass down carefully on the counter, he trails one finger along the rim slowly. His gaze on you is heavy and when he swallows, the ribbon bobs slightly. It’s enough to push you over the edge.

Reaching upwards, you grab onto the ribbon, tugging on it so hard that it brings Seonghwa towards your body. He presses against you, his gasp muffled as your lips crush his. The kiss is like an electric shock in a rain shower – you can feel it from the top of your scalp to the tip of your toes. It wipes out everything that came before it: all the sneaky glances on the bus, all the times you admired his appearance, the small touch when you took your phone from him, down to the way he looked at you during dinner.

Seonghwa’s hands wrap around your waist as the kiss deepens. He tastes faintly like coffee and the scent of his faded cologne is enough to make your head swim. The desire that you have so carefully kept locked away in all the months of admiring him threatens to topple over and spill out across all your senses, blocking rational thought.

Seonghwa pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. His breathing has grown heavy as if the sheer force of the kiss has knocked him off kilter. You want to reassure him that the feeling is mutual but your tongue isn’t working properly.

“Do I make you nervous?” He echoes his words from earlier, his voice barely above a whisper.

“At first, yeah. Right now, no.” Your fingers trail down along the buttons of his shirt, feeling their coldness against your skin.

“Why not?”

You can feel him growing hard in his pants against your leg and your hand travels downward, grazing across the fabric. Seonghwa sharply inhales, eyes closing for a moment as you rub his cock through his pants.

“Cuz I think we both want the same thing,” You murmur, marveling at how you’re not lying – the earlier nerves and anxieties about him have vanished in the intensity of your desire and realizing he is also interested.

He brings his face to your neck, kissing along your skin. Each touch is as soft as a feather, making you shiver. Seonghwa nips at your neck lightly with his teeth as you press your hand down harder against his groin. He moves his lips up to your ear so he can whisper.

“Like I said earlier, anything goes sideways, I’ll sit at the back. You won’t have to see me.”

“Now you’re just being mean.”

You can feel Seonghwa smile against your skin before his lips find yours again. This kiss is deeper, his tongue in your mouth while his hands slide down to grip your ass. As the kissing grows more urgent, the two of you are stumbling towards the bedroom now. Luckily, your room is right next to the kitchen, making it a quick escape into your slightly messy room.

But if Seonghwa notices that not everything is as organized as it should be, he doesn’t seem to care. His hands are roaming across your body, each touch deadened by your clothes. The next kiss, you bite down slightly on his bottom lip which makes him groan. The sound is like music, making you want more of it, more of him.

It wasn’t that you’re submissive in bed, it’s that you’ve been mostly alright with someone else taking the lead. But with Seonghwa, the dynamic is something new to you. Your earlier nerves have been replaced by such an overwhelming need for him that you find it easier to take charge. But Seonghwa follows without question, leading you to believe he isn’t one to take the lead to begin with. Better for you then.

Seonghwa removes your shirt, his hands deftly unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side. He cups your tits, squeezing them in his large, warm hands. Grazing his thumbs across your nipples, he brings his face forward and flicks his tongue across them. You run your hands through his hair as he does so, sucking on each one as if his life depended on it.

When he finally stops, he kisses you again. This time, it is messy and slightly frantic as if the desire you both feel is not being sated even with the touches between one another. You are tugging the belt off his pants impatiently. Seonghwa gets the idea and removes them swiftly, his boxers following. His cock is rock hard, precum glistening at the tip, his balls already full with cum. The sight is enough to make you drool.

You fumble with the buttons on his shirt but its taking too long. You make a noise of impatience after one button is unclasped. Seonghwa brushes your hands away and starts to undo the buttons – but even that is too slow and he looks annoyed.

“I should’ve thought about my outfit more today but I didn’t think that this was how the day would end,” He mumbles, slight amusement evident in his voice.

After what feels like eternity, Seonghwa shrugs out of his shirt, not caring as it lands on the floor. Naked in front of you, it hits your brain then that you’re actually going to fuck this man, the guy you’ve been admiring for ages. You run your fingers along his taunt stomach, feeling the hard muscles underneath.

When Seonghwa goes to remove the ribbon around his neck though, you shake your head and his hands fall. You can’t explain why you want the ribbon to stay on but you just do. There is something nice about how it looks delicately wrapped around his slender neck. Once an accent to a stylish outfit, now it seems dirty to leave it on as the only thing adorning him. Something must show on your face because Seonghwa looks a little bashful.

You gently push on his chest, indicating to get on the bed. You want to ride him, feel him buckle underneath you as his cock fills up your cunt. Against the pillows, Seonghwa strokes his cock, watching as you remove the rest of your clothes.

Then you crawl onto the bed, stopping to move his hand away from his cock so that you can drag your tongue along his length. He grunts softly from the sudden pleasure as you take him in your mouth. He tastes like all your fantasies did and the way he fills your mouth with his girth is pleasing. Your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, pressing your tongue against the tip. You bring one hand to his balls to fondle them, eliciting another groan of approval from Seonghwa.

You stop then, not because you want to, but because your need to have him balls deep in your cunt is overwhelming. Straddling him, you position his head at your entrance and take Seonghwa easily from how wet you are. He curses quietly as sink down on his cock, lost in the warmth of your hole wrapped around him. Pressing your hands against his chest, you lean forward slightly to adjust the angle and begin to move your hips.

Bouncing on his cock, you look down at Seonghwa underneath you. He looks as pretty as ever, you think, admiring him while taking his length deep in your cunt. His cheeks are flushed, eyes hazy with desire, lips parted as he moans.

Reaching forward, your hand curls around the ribbon, giving you something to hold onto. Seonghwa grunts in approval. The speed in which you bounce increases and with each thrust downward of your hips, you pull on the ribbon a little. This seems to drive Seonghwa wild because his eyes close tightly, his ragged gasp sounding just as pretty as he looks.

Eventually, you can’t put off your orgasm anymore. You lean back, resting your hands on his knees to try to take him faster and harder. Your head rolls back from pleasure, moaning out Seonghwa’s name. His hips jerk upwards, his hands holding onto your waist. With him holding you steady, you bring one hand forward to rub your clit. Strange to think just a few hours ago, you were waiting to see if Seonghwa would sit next to you on the bus. Now you’re taking his cock.

The thought combined with him buried inside you and your fingers against your clit begins your climax. Bucking your hips down to take all of Seonghwa, you cum, tightening around his girth. His fingers dig into your hips as he bites down hard on his bottom lip. You know he is trying not to cum along with you.

Your entire body is warm and tingling from the intense orgasm but you manage to slide off Seonghwa. He doesn’t waste any time in getting on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist and sliding back into your cunt.

Your hands find the ribbon once again, pulling hard on it so that he kisses you again. This kiss is all drool, lust and muffled curses as Seonghwa pumps his hips, driving his cock into you hard and fast. Each movement rocks your body, your arms wrapping around his neck to draw him as close as possible. You move your hips as best as you can to meet his thrusts which are already erratic.

“In me,” You tell him in a pleading tone, “Finish in me.”

Seonghwa pants, picking up his speed, needing to climax. Your hands are in his hair, your body entwined with his. His full balls smack against you with every thrust, endless curse words toppling from his mouth as his orgasm quickly approaches. He is desperate to cum now, burying his face in your neck as he chases his climax.

And then he goes still, letting out a moan that is muffled against your skin. Seonghwa shudders as he begins his orgasm, his cock spilling his cum in your hole, filling you up with its warmth, coating your walls. He is panting as he empties his balls in you. You idly play with the ribbon around his neck as he finishes until he carefully pulls out and flops onto his back.

Between all the walking and now the sex, exhaustion tugs on your brain. It is a little past eight at night, way too early to go to bed but your body refuses to listen. As your eyelids grow heavy, the last thing you think of is that you’re going to fall asleep next to Seonghwa.

Saturday

You jolt awake, confused and desperately needing some water. Propping yourself up, you groggily reach for your phone only to realize it’s not on the bedside table. How long have you been sleeping? It is still dark outside.

Something shifts in your bed. You turn to the side and see Seonghwa there, sleeping on his side, his back to you. The memory wipes all the sleep still clinging to your brain as you remember the bus breaking down, walking for ages with him, having dinner and then fucking him like crazy.

Not wanting to wake Seonghwa up, you carefully slide out of bed, padding into the kitchen to get some water. The clock says it’s nearing one in the morning. Talk about fucking up my sleeping schedule, you think, taking note of how awake you feel.

When you come back into the bedroom, Seonghwa is rubbing his eyes groggily, sitting up a little. He had tossed the sheet over his lower half at some point during the night, leaving just his chest exposed. The sight of him with his messy hair, looking fucked out in your bed, is enough to make your mind spin.

“Did I wake you?”

“No, I had been already kinda waking up when I heard you get up,” He says, accepting the glass of water when you extend it to him before getting back in bed, “What time is it?”

“A little after one.”

He sighs. “I’ve totally fucked up my sleeping schedule.”

You laugh, “Well, the feeling is mutual.”

Seonghwa finishes the entire glass, putting it on the bedside table and then turning his attention to you. The room is dark, the only light from the tiny nightlight you have near the door.

“Well,” He says softly, “I can think of worse ways to mess up my sleeping schedule.”

Seonghwa brings his hand to your thigh, leaning forward and kissing you. The touch is soft, as if he isn’t sure if you would still want him after fucking earlier. You return the kiss eagerly but then break it off to laugh quietly.

“What?” He asks, looking worried.

You reach up for the ribbon around his neck, untying it. “I just realized you still had this on.”

Seonghwa looks sheepish. “I have to admit I’ve never utilized my fashion accessories in sex before.”

“And what did you think?”

“I think I need more ribbons.”

You laugh again as Seonghwa cups your face with one hand, grazing your cheek with his thumb. He draws you in for another kiss, his other hand roaming down your body. The desire stirs and awakens with the touch, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him down as you sink back into the pillows.

Seonghwa shifts so that he is on top of you. The kiss deepens, he grows stiff against your thigh. Instinctively, you curl your legs around his waist, silently pleading for him to fuck you back to sleep. All your senses are consumed by Seonghwa; all you want is to have him inside you once again.

But he teases you, refusing to enter right away. Instead, he moves his hips to grind his cock against your pussy while nipping at your lips with his teeth. You grow wet at the movements, your fingers digging into his skin in an attempt to urge him on.

Your tongue is in his mouth, your body pressed against him so that you’re skin to skin, and your need for Seonghwa is overwhelming. It is like a hot current in your blood, fizzling just underneath the surface. And just when you think you’re going to crack and beg, Seonghwa enters in one swift motion, filling you up just how you need.

Your moans topple into his mouth as he rocks his hips a little, just enough to hear how wet you are wrapped around his length. Then he untangles himself from you, bringing your feet to rest on his shoulders as he picks up his pace. His hips jerk hard, driving his cock all the way inside your cunt. The angle somehow feels better than fucking him earlier did.

And Seonghwa looks good, his hair a sleepy mess, moaning and cursing, skin slightly flushed. You like the way his slender waist moves as he fucks you, his pumps steady and increasing speed as the pleasure grows. He brings one hand down and pinches your nipple, switching to the other one when your moan lets him know you like it before grabbing your tits in both hands and squeezing them.

Seonghwa doesn’t stop fucking you. Even though it is late and you should keep in mind your neighbor is trying to sleep, the two of you are making too much noise. Each jerk of his hips slaps his balls against your skin, Seonghwa cursing when it feels too good, mixing with your own loud moans.

He leans forward then, his hands next to each side of your head, and your legs falling back around his waist. He doesn’t slow his pace, his tongue poking out from in between his plush lips as he fucks your cunt. You lean forward, your mouth crushing his. Seonghwa is practically drooling and the kiss is messy, a strand of spit connecting your mouths when it ends.

He shivers, his eyes closing tightly as his orgasm draws near. You urge him to cum, tell him how much you want to feel him unload in you again and the words push him over the edge. Seonghwa grunts, thrusting one final time as he finishes in your tight hole. For the second time in a few hours, he fills your cunt up with his load. Somehow, there is even more than before and when he pulls out, you can feel it leaking from your cunt.

Seonghwa doesn’t say anything but he moves downward, grabbing your hips as he buries his face in between your thighs. He holds your hips downward so that your pussy is against his face. His tongue begins to rapidly flick across your swollen clit. The pleasure is sudden and intense. Your hand goes to his hair for something to hold onto, your other hand gripping the bed sheets. Seonghwa doesn’t stop and the sounds of him slurping and sucking on your clit are pornographic. You are still filled with his cum as he does so and that somehow makes it hotter.

It doesn’t take long to bring you to the peak. Your climax is intense and you wiggle underneath him. Your pussy grinds against his face and Seonghwa makes noises of pleasure, not stopping his expert licking of your clit. Your entire body tingles from the orgasm until you fall back onto the bed, breathless from how good it felt.

It is then Seonghwa pulls away, his pretty face covered in his own cum and yours. You are in a tired lump on the bed, eyes closing as you hear him pad out of the room to clean up. By the time he comes back, you’re already half asleep.

Seonghwa wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him gently. The touches are soft and gentle, and you relax into him. Your last thought is one of happiness that the bus broke down, leading you down this road with him. Now, everyday at the bus stop, he will be yours.

the end.

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talaok · 11 months

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hi bestie, hope you’re doing good <3 can i request something please? hear me out on this one aaaa

pedro and actress!reader are co-stars and there’s a pool table around one of their sets, she mentioned that she doesn’t know how to play pool and he gladly makes it his mission to teach her how to play pool and she’s frustrated because he smells so good and he keeps whispering praises into her ear while he has her bent over the table LWIDJFNRNRMD and then they end up fucking back in her room hehe

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Summary: a hot pool lesson with Pedro

Warnings: a bunch of shameless flirting, tension, dirty talk, and an obscene amount of pet-names, but no smut bc for some reason I've found I don't want to write smut for Pedro

a/n: girl...that's so fucking hot

"what!?"

you laughed softly "I'm sorry alright, I've just never played!"

"not even once?"

"nope"

"what do you do when you go to a bar?"

"I drink?"

He huffs a laugh "that's unbelievable"

"Maybe it's more a thing of your generation..." you teased, cocking a brow.

"oh yeah? You're saying I know how to play pool just 'cause I'm old, sweetheart?"

You bit down a grin "I didn't say anything, it was all you"

"mh-mh" he hummed amusedly, taking a step to get in front of you.

His broad figure towered over you completely.

"Well I won't have any of that, a pretty lady like you needs to know how to play"

"is that right?" you smiled

"Absolutely" he nodded, a smug smirk tugging at his lips "and you're in luck... I happen to be a very good teacher"

You laughed softy "I would have betted you were. You have a lot of expertise?" you said, fully aware of the suggestive undertone of your words.

He bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours "I sure do, sugar"

You had played with fire and now your cheeks regretted it, as a pink tint flowed to them.

"so what do you say we get a drink somewhere and I teach you a thing or two when we're done here?"

"I'd like that" you nodded a shy smile on your lips.

"It's decided then" he winked, as someone called for him " you better start getting your face game on sweetheart"

__ __ __

With a quick call, you found out the bar just in front of your hotel had a pool table, so as you had decided, once you had both finished for the day, at around six, you made your way there.

You felt a slight buzz of anxiety the whole day. This wasn't the first time you hung out alone, and it's not like you didn't like it, or him, hell, that was probably the problem, you liked this idea a bit too much, and were concerned with the possible consequences of what precisely that excitement could have brought.

But still, as you sipped on your wine, watching him set up all you needed to play, you had never felt so at ease.

He was always able to do that, just his presence soothed you.

"Alright," he said, standing up after having racked up the balls with a triangle thingy "We're set up," he said, handing you your stick.

"alright then professor, how does this work?" you asked playfully, causing him to grin.

"ok so first of all one of us has to break"

you frowned, confused "as in..."

"right" he smiled "The break it's the first shot, if you make a ball into a pocket, you claim that type for the rest of the game"

"ok" you nodded, feigning confidence. You already knew you were gonna be shit at this.

"You wanna try to break?" he asked,

"Uhm, sure, but I think first you gotta tell me how to use this thing" you laughed softly, eyeing the wooden stick in your hand.

"Ok, first of all, that thing is called a cue," he said "and don't worry I'll guide you through it, sugar" he reassured you.

"Alright," you spoke softly "so what do I do?"

"ok, so first of all you bend over the table," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.

"you're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" you joked, doing what he had instructed.

You heard the warm sound of his deep chuckle behind you "You have a dirty mind sweetheart" he shook his head, coming to stand behind you as you bent over.

"ok, now try to aim for the center of the triangle with your cue"

"you tried but you quickly came to a realization "Pedro I have no idea how to hold this" You smiled

"that's not so bad" he spoke, eyeing your grip, "but here," he said, one of his hands guiding your fingers around the stick "that's better, you have to hold on to it tightly ok?" he said, and you nodded "while for this hand..." he trailed off, taking your left hand in his and positioning it how you were supposed to on the table "you have to hold it like this so that you can aim " he murmured.

His whole body was pressed against yours, his scent was intoxicating if not poisoning, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it followed the shape of yours.

Your heart started beating faster, and you had to bite your lip

“Try making a shot” he murmured again

“O-ok” you stuttered, mainly focusing on not moving any part of your body because that would have meant doing so against his.

You tried taking a shot, and as you could have probably predicted, failed miserably.

The ball didn’t even graze the other ones.

You laughed softly “shit”

He chuckled, the soft vibrations of his voice traveling straight to your ear “Don’t beat yourself up, it's your first time after all” he spoke, retrieving the ball before getting back to his previous position, his body and arms stretched out to guide yours.

God, was he distracting.

"ok now try again" he whispered gently, his hands leaving yours temporarily to move some hair out of your face. You blushed as your breathing quickened "You can do it sugar, try taking a deep breath"

That's easier said than done.

You tried nonetheless, attempting to clear your mind and trying again.

"that's it," Pedro smiled "That's a good girl"

fuckshitfuck

As embarrassing as it sounds, you could feel your panties grow wetter.

But I mean, did he have to whisper that into your ear? Not that you were complaining it's just... you weren't much of a fan of having all the oxygen taken out of your body with just two words.

He must have noticed something was wrong because he asked "You ok, sweetheart?"

"y-yeah, sorry" you smiled your tension away "So what happens now?"

he leaned up and took a step away from you, retrieving his own cue.

"now since you claimed the stripes balls," he said, taking the one you had made into a pocket out "I'm gonna play to make the other ones"

"ok" You nodded, "show me how it's done then, professor"

He analyzed the table before positioning himself to make a shot.

He glanced at you as he was in position "Ready?" he asked

"oh I'm ready" you teased.

He made the shot and made two balls like it was nothing.

"show-off" you joked, your lips pulling into a smile "So what now? You go again?"

He raised himself, his eyes locked on yours "Usually yes, but I want to help you out here, so why don't you go again?"

"fine, but not because I need your help" you clarified, deciding on what ball to aim to and bending down in position.

"you're already better" he spoke, his voice suddenly deeper as he got behind you once again, this time his hands finding your waist.

You had to hold your breath.

"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what you've learned"

"is my grip right?" you asked, half (actually fully) hoping he would get closer to you.

"let's see" he granted your wish, bending down to you "That's really good sugar, you're a natural"

"you're just saying that" you chuckled

"no, you're real good at this," he said "Now try again, c'mon"

You set your fingers how he'd taught you and were rewarded with a sultry "That's it, sweetheart, that's perfect"

His breath was fanning over your neck but you somehow managed to make the shot.

"atta girl, if you keep going like that you might just beat me"

"might?" you forced yourself to act as if you weren't about to combust "I don't think there's any doubt I'm gonna do that"

He chuckled, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your sides "You keep dreaming" he mocked "Now let's see if you can do that again" he challenged.

You turned your head to the side, finding his just inches away.

Once again, your heart took a toll.

Whatever you wanted to say, had flown out of your head.

The only thought in your mind was: God how I want to kiss him.

You had never admitted it, but I guess this was as good a time as any.

"go on angel, show me" he nodded

You obliged, getting back to the game but having to bite your lip to prevent your heavy breathing.

You once again relished the feeling of him so very close to you, and just as you did... an idea came to mind.

So what if I...

As you aimed for a ball, you let your body move with you, more precisely, you let your ass stretch out a bit, casually finding Pedro's crotch.

He cleared his throat, and you bit down a whimper at the feeling.

"sorry" you murmured, pretending to be still focused on the game.

"it's nothing sweetheart" he reassured you, his hands still on you.

"is this good?" you asked innocently as you grinded on him again, nodding to the way you were placing your fingers.

"fuc- Yeah," he said, his voice more strained "Yeah that's perfect sugar, just like that, you're doing really good"

"really?" you asked, moving your ass against him again.

You were determined to break him. And you did.

You had to admit it had been easier than you'd expected.

His hold on your waist got tighter "you might want to stop doing that" he whispered to your ear, spreading goosebumps all over you

"do what?" you asked naively

He chuckled softly

"You're gonna get me in trouble sugar"

"Why is that?" you said, turning to him.

He paused a moment, as if he was pondering if he should have told the truth.

"I wouldn't want to have to fuck you right here on this table" he spoke calmly as if he hadn't just said what he said, "what would all these people think?"

you bit your lip, stifling a whimper "I didn't take you for one to care about that type of thing"

"I'm not, trust me there's nothing I'd like more than to slide your pretty panties to the side and thrust into you right now, but I'm sure a lady like you wouldn't like that"

you smiled "You know me well," you said, leaning closer to him "So what do you say we go back to my hotel room?"

An incredibly wide smile tugged at his lips "I was hoping you would say that"

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gh0stlyfixation · 1 year

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5 reasons you’ve cried while pregnant

Johnny “Soap” McTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley addition here

John Price addition here

Tagging: @birthofvcnus

1. Poor johnny got the shot end of the stick when you became pregnant, you were mean. Pickles were something you craved and sheathed you liked them before or not, you sure as hell did now. But to make Johnny's life a little harder, it had to be the McDonald’s pickles.

“I just need a lot of pickles, like a lot.” Johnny says to the women at the register.

“Sir, I can’t give just pickles.” She tells him.

Johnny takes a deep breath, “I cannot and will not go home without the pickles, my wife is pregnant and mean. Please, I need the pickles I'll pay for a whole meal, please.” Johnny says, begging the poor woman. She walks away for a few trying to see what she should do.

She comes back, a very large jar of pickles, “on the house. Good luck.” She tells him.

You nearly cry at the sight of pickles and to the generous lady at McDonald’s. Full on sobbing

2. It’s month 5 and you’ve been on a silent hunt for a puppy. Simon's wife had put her mind on adopting a puppy after she adopted a cat. It’s all you wanted now but to no avail, you couldn’t find the right one.

You sit on the couch sobbing. Wet tears drip onto your laptop that laid on your lap. Johnny comes in rushing to your side asking what was wrong.

“I can’t find the perfect puppy. All of them are perfect!” You cry. He’s confused, he never talked about adopting a dog.

“Since when we’re we getting a dog?” He asked, nope, wrong thing to say.

You sob even harder, “I knew you wouldn’t say yes so I wasn’t gonna say anything! Now I can’t even get a puppy.” You wail loudly.

Johnny is confused about what to do or say, he remembers Simon telling him about his wife’s random outbursts but he never understood until now, just gotta agree and deal with it, and be nice! Simon told him one day.

3. This sandwich you ate was stellar, everything about it was perfect, but as it got smaller and smaller your face frowned more. Johnny notices your face scrunching up. “What’s wrong lass?” He asks you.

Tears form in your eyes, “it’s just so good, I don’t want it to end.” You sniffle. At least you weren’t having a break down.

“I can make you another one?” Johnny asked softly rubbing your lower back.

“Just like this one? The same amount of meat, cheese and pickles, do not forget the pickles!” You exclaim, pointing a finger at him as Johnny gets up. As long as you weren’t incolsable, he’d make twenty more.

4. You were angrier this last term. You were miserable carrying the weight of your already 10-pound baby, “fucking hell.” You yell as the baby kicks.

“I swear to fucking god Johnny, I’m going to hit you if you ever put a baby in me again!” You randomly snap at him on the couch.

By now he’s used to it, he just nods and lays a hand on your thigh. He hears the familiar sniffle from next to him and he sees you have tears running down your cheeks, “Sorry Johnny.” You whisper now feeling guilty for snapping at him.

“It’s okay sweets, I know you don’t mean anything.” He says pulling you to his side, placing a hand on your belly and rubbing soothing circles.

5. Johnny sits in a debriefing meeting with Simon and Price when his phone starts to vibrate, the screen facing down. By the second vibrating sound going off Johnny turns his phone over and sees your pretty face light up the screen, “hold on, sorry.” He says Walking outside the door.

“Hi baby,” he cheerfully says.

“Well, I’m glad you having a grand time while I’m fucking not.” You yell through the phone, obviously crying. Johnny pulls the phone away from his ears and the boys laugh after hearing you scream.

“What’s wrong honey?” He asked, being very careful on how he sounds.

“I’m hitting every single red light on this 20-mile road and I’m so upset.” You sob into the phone, “like why can’t I just get a green light so I can get home quicker!” You whine with a broken sob.

“Honey, sometimes we can’t control the lights. Why don’t we do the breathing exercises together to calm you down, yeah lass?” He asked.

After finally calming you down and getting you through three more red lights, you were almost home. He walks back into the meeting when price speaks, “Our wives, they are crazy.”

“Yeah, mine is pregnant again, so we have a hamster now.” Simon scoffs, “mine is worse.” He finishes.

#johnny mctavish #john mctavish #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #soap x reader #soap x you #johnny mctavish x reader #mw2 x reader

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The sound of Coriolanus calling your name the second he got home had both excitement and dread pooling in your stomach. This was going to go one of two ways, dependent on Coriolanus’ mood and you were hoping that he was in a good mood.

You knew that you were pushing your luck when you sent the photos but you were just so board wandering around the mansion on your own that you decided to have a bit of fun and tease your husband. You’d started off by sending him a couple of risqué photos and when they went unanswered, you’d decided to push it a bit further. Laying in the centre of your shared bed, you were wearing Coriolanus’ old red Academy jacket and nothing else.

‘(Y/N),’ Coriolanus’ voice came from behind you, his voice dangerously calm. ‘I was calling for you.’

‘I know,’ you replied, trying to fight the smirk that was working its way onto your lips.

‘So, you decided to ignore me on purpose?’ he crouched down in front of where you were perched on the edge of the sofa and reached out to grip your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look at him. ‘What’s gotten into, hmm? First, you think it’d be a good idea to send me nudes at work and then you decide to completely ignore me when I come home. I think you need to be put back into your place, don’t you?’

Your breath stopped at his words and you found yourself just staring at him, taking in just how beautiful he was in front of you. He pulled you out of your thoughts with a sharp tap to your cheek. ‘Answer me.’

‘Yes,’ you replied instantly, clenching your thighs together in anticipation.

‘You know what’s going to happen now?’ he asked gently, softening his grip on your jaw and trailing the back of his hand against your cheek. Nodding in response you moved off of the sofa as Coriolanus sat down and made to lay across his lap on your front. A confused frown etched its way onto your face when you felt him grip your waist, halting your movements. ‘Not like that,’ he said, pulling you closer until you were straddling his waist, facing him. ‘You are the First Lady of Panem,’ he started, pulling your dress up to your waist, tutting at you when he realised that you weren’t wearing any panties, ‘so you have a certain image to maintain. You’re meant to be a loyal, dutiful, reserved wife, so we’re going to practice.’

‘Practice?’

Coriolanus grinned wickedly at you before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. ‘Spanking would be too obvious a punishment. I’m going to make you cum and I want you to act as if we are at one of our appearances. I’m going to make you cum and if I see a flicker of anything cross your face, I’ll stop. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ you replied nervously. Coriolanus moved your arms to wrap around his neck as his hands moved to your thighs, slowly trailing his fingers along the inside until he let one finger swipe across your pussy, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

‘What did I just say?’ Coriolanus asked as he pulled his hand away from you.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said quietly. Coriolanus kept his eyes on you as he moved his hand back to your pussy, slipping one finger inside you as his thumb came to rest on your clit.

‘Why am I doing this?’ he asked, his thumb beginning to rub slow circles on your clit, making your thighs attempt to close only to be stopped by Coriolanus’ thighs spreading wider, keeping you open for him.

‘Because I failed to maintain my image of the First Lady of Panem by sending you nudes while you were at work,’ you replied, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

‘Good,’ he said, his eyes never leaving your face as he crooked a finger inside of you, the only response you gave was the slight hitch in your breath. ‘That’s better,’ he murmured, his eyes trailing down to your lips, his eyes hooded as he pushed his hips up against you. ‘And what is your image as the First Lady of Panem?’

‘To be by your side as a loyal and dutiful wife,’ you answered quickly, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you. Coriolanus smirked as he hooked his fingers in you once again.

‘Cum,’ he said, eyes trained on your face, looking for any kind of break in your calm expression. The only thing that gave away your orgasm was the short and quiet gasps that were coming from your lips. ‘That’s my girl,’ he crooned, gently removing his fingers from you and hooking a finger underneath your jaw, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips.

‘I’m sorry for disappointing you,’ you mumbled as you let yourself collapse against his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

‘You didn’t disappoint me, my love,’ he said and you buried yourself further into him, relishing in the rare moments where Coriolanus is as soft with you as he was being now. ‘It was just a pain having to hide an erection from everyone in my meeting.’

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stephstars08 · 2 months

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Boyfriend

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Stealing, Alcohol, Sexual References, Sexual Contact, Sexual Themes, Implied Smut, Jealousy, Reader Being Taken Advantage, Angst, Nudity, Fluff, Buzz Driving, and Maybe Some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!)

Summary: Jason met Y/N five months ago and ever since that night he became so intrigued with her. He knew she was different from all the other girls so it didn’t take long at all for him to fall for her. But the only problem for Jason is that Y/N keeps getting back together with a fuckboy. Jason tries all he can to get her to realize that he could be a better boyfriend than her on and off again ex. But one night he finally gets the opportunity to make it clear.

Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Word Count: 1,916

Jason and Y/N have been best friends for about five years now. Y/N is also a vigilante but is more of an Anti-hero since she’s more on the bad side of the law than the good side of the law. The only time she was on the good side of the law is if someone wronged her.

How Jason and Y/N met was one night where Jason caught her stealing a prized sliver necklace for the most expensive jewelry shop in Gotham. She was stealing the necklace for someone in exchange for money which is what she does with a lot of crooks or mob bosses. Since Jason was so intrigued with Y/N he let her go and that’s how their story started.

Two months ago Jason let Y/N move into his apartment with him since she’s been having issues with her on and off again boyfriend, Rex. Jason has hoped that Y/N would forget that asshole and realize he could be a much better boyfriend but he’s had no luck. It always pisses Jason off when she goes back to that asshole.

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Y/N and Jason were out at a Gotham nightclub with Roy since he just came into town for a visit. Jason was having a good time till Mr.Asshole showed up. Y/N was out on the dance floor grinding her ass all over Rex’s dick. Jason was standing at the bar with Roy glaring out at them.

“You glaring at them isn’t going to break them up.” Roy told him. “I can’t believe she keeps going back to that fuckboy.” Jason hissed looking away from the dance floor and grabbed his beer from the counter and took a big swing of the beverage. “Maybe if you actually make a move on her she won’t keep going back to that fuckboy.” Roy told him which made Jason slam the beer bottle back down on the counter. “Don’t you think I have fucking tried. It’s not that fucking easy.” Jason told him with anger in his voice. “Says the ladies man.” Roy said with a harsh laugh which just continued to piss Jason off. “You know what Roy.” Jason started as he could feel his blood boil. “Start minding your own fucking business.” Jason snapped and walked passed him. “Jason!” Roy called out to him over the music but Jason ignored him and kept on walking.

Jason had to squeeze his way through crowds of people to get to the men’s bathroom with was at the back of the nightclub. A couple of girls whistled at him but he just rolled his eyes and kept on walking. Getting laid would definitely help him but the girl he wants is grinding all over a different man.

When Jason walked into the bathroom he was relieved that no one was in there. He walked over to one of the sinks and turned on the cold water. He leaned over the sink and splashed the cold water on his face. Jason has only had two beers and one shot of whiskey but he could feel a small buzz coming. He turned the water off and stood back up. He grabbed a bunch of paper towel and dried his face off. He was hoping the cold water would cool off his anger and jealousy but it didn’t. He knew if he stayed he was going to do something he will regret in the morning so he’s just going to go back out there, tell Roy he’s calling it a night and go back to his apartment.

After Jason threw the paper towels in the trash can he walked out of the bathroom and back into the crowds of people. As Jason squeezed his way back to Roy the same girls called out to him again but again he ignored the again by rolling his eyes and walking. Jason looked around for Roy but he was nowhere to be found but he did see Y/N standing at the bar by herself so he walked over to her.

“Hey.” Jason said getting her attention. “Where is Roy at?” Jason asked her. “He met some horny chick so they left to go fuck at her place.” Y/N answered grabbed a shot and chugged it. She hissed at burning sensation in her throat from the whiskey.

“What about Rex?” Jason asked trying to show that he gives a fuck about that fucker. Y/N slammed the shot glass down on the counter which made Jason jump a little since he wasn’t expecting her to do that. “He fucking ditched me.” Y/N hissed. This isn’t the first time that Rex had ditched Y/N so that’s why Jason wasn’t surprised but he was pissed if even more now. “Why did he ditch you?” Jason asked trying his best to hide his anger the best he could. Let’s just say the only reason why Jason hasn’t beat the living shit out of Rex yet is because he knows Y/N could do it herself if she wanted to. “He wanted to go back to his place to hook up but I told him I didn’t want to leave you hear by yourself so he got pissed off and left.” Y/N explained to him.

“Listen-“ Jason started but she immediately cut him off. “Don’t fucking say it Jason!” Y/N hissed looking away from him. “Don’t say what?” Jason asked in confusion. “You stupid fucking pity speech.” Y/N snapped looking back at him. “I’m tired of hearing the same shit every fucking time.” She added which now set Jason off. “Well I wouldn’t keep telling you that shit if you would open your fucking eyes and stop going back to that fuckboy!” Jason said finally letting out the anger and frustration he’s been holding in. “Everytime you two break up I always see him fucking around with other girls. After he get’s ditched by them he goes running right back to you because he knows you’ll take him back.” Jason told her in stern tone. He was about to say more but he stopped himself when he saw tears forming and in Y/N’s eyes.

“It’s because I don’t know how to say no to him.” Y/N said with frustration in her voice. “I’m never going to learn my fucking lesson.” Y/N added looking away from Jason again. “Y/N, you are beautiful and you can find a much better boyfriend than Rex.” Jason told her which made Y/N scoff. “And who the fuck would that guy be?” Y/N said in annoyance wiping the tears from her eyes. “Maybe me.” Jason blurted out which quickly made Y/N look back at him. “What?” Y/N said in shock. “Oh fuck it.” Jason mumbled to himself.

He grabbed one of Y/N’s arms and pulled her body close to his. Before Y/N could say anything he smashed his lips onto hers. Y/N felt her whole body go into shock but she couldn’t pull away because the kiss felt so right. The kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Jason let go over her wrist and put his hands on her hips while her eyes wrapped around his neck. They broke the kiss when they needed air. They rested their foreheads against one another’s as they started to catch their breaths.

“How about we continue this in private.” Y/N said looking at him with lust in her eyes. “Where do you want to go?” Jason asked looking back at her with lust filled eyes. “How about your bedroom?” Y/N said as her lips curved into a smirk. Jason smirked back. “Let’s go.” Jason told her.

They left money for the drinks on the counter and walked out of the nightclub hand and hand. They got onto Jason’s motorcycle and he sped his way back to his apartment for a night he’s been waiting for since the first night he laid eyes on Y/N.

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The next morning Jason woke up with the best feeling in the world but it quickly faded away when he saw the other side of his bed empty. “Fuck!” Jason hissed. He pulled his bed sheets off his naked body and stood up. He walked over to his dresser and first pulled out a pair of boxers. He slipped on the boxers and then grabbed a black t-shirt out of the drawer. After he put on the t-shirt he walked out of his bedroom.

When he walked down the hall he stopped in front of Y/N’s room she wasn’t in there but he did notice the clothes she was wearing were laying on the end off her bed. Jason let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Jason was a bit nervous that Y/N is thinking that what happened between them was just a drunken one night stand.

Jason walked into the living room to see no one in there. Roy must still be at his one night stand’s house. When he heard a noise coming from the small kitchen he knew Y/N must’ve been in there. Jason walked to the doorway of the kitchen to see Y/N pouring herself a cup of coffee. Jason knew she must’ve taken a shower since her hair was wet. He didn’t realize that he was just standing there staring at her till she said something to him.

“Want a cup of coffee?” Y/N asked him in a curious tone. “Oh yeah.” Jason answered walking towards her. He watched Y/N pull out a mug from the top cabinet and poured coffee into the mug. She handed the mug over to him. “Thanks.” Jason said carefully taking the mug and took a sip of it after blowing on it. “No problem.” Y/N told him. Jason set his mug down on the counter after taking a couple more sips. “So um how are you feeling?” Jason asked her. “I don’t have a hangover. I just had a buzz.” Y/N told him which made him feel a little bit relieved. “Me too.” Jason said and put his cup of coffee down on the counter.

Silence fell between the two till Y/N’s phone started to ring on the counter. When Y/N saw the caller ID she let out a groan and declined the call. “Who was that?” Jason asked since she declined the call before he could see the caller ID. “Who do you think?” Y/N said with annoyance. “Are you going to go back to him?” Jason asked with jealousy in his voice avoiding eye contact with her. He didn’t even try to hide his jealousy since they did just have sex about eight hours ago. “Well, it depends.” Y/N told him looking at him. Jason looked back at her with a confused look in his eyes. “Depends on if you meant what you said to me last night in the nightclub.” Y/N told him which made Jason’s lips curve up into a smile. He took one of her hands and held it. “I meant ever word I said to you last night.” Jason told her which made her smile.

She walked closer to him, leaned in and connected her lips with his’s for a soft kiss. Y/N put her other hand on his cheek and stoked it gently with her thumb which made him lean into her touch. “You can be a better boyfriend than him.” Y/N told him. “Damn fucking straight.” Jason said which made her giggle. She leaned in again and connected their lips for another sweet and soft kiss.

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