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jkslipppiercing · 8 months

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Bumblebee 04 | jjk

• summary: Jeon Jungkook was your high school bully. What are you gonna do when your parents are forcing you to marry him as the country's most well-known CEO?

• pairing: ceo!jk x reader, high school bully!jk, dom!jk.

• genre: enemies to lovers, slowburn, high school bully to lover, arranged marriage, CEO/billionare romance, marriage of convenience.

• warnings: choking, humiliating (kinda idk), close proximity, cursing, miscommunication.

• WC: 2.1K aprox. (she's a little baby)

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A single tear runs down your cheek.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You've never cried over a guy. Is that going to change now?

Possibly.

Jungkook has already left for work at about 9:00, leaving you to your thoughts. He said you're due to show up at his office at 12:00, considering him being free for the day. He claims he needs to use his rare vacant hours to talk you over the basic dos and don’ts of working for him.

You agreed, acting like you've met him two days ago over a work interview.

“Y/N, I went to a gentlemen’s club yesterday.”

You run his words on repeat in your mind, like a jammed tape that's just running through your head. His voice refuses to back down, growing louder at your conscience. He's basically screaming the sentence at you now, overwhelming you.

“A strip club.”

Shit.

Another tear escapes.

In all honesty, you have no idea how to feel. One minute you’re fuming at how he didn’t care enough to show up to dinner yesterday, and the other you’re miserable; because you don’t want to be mad at him.

Every time your feelings are brought to the matter, you spiral. You truly don’t know how to feel. You want to understand him, but you’d be tossing your pride in the trash for you to forgive him for what he did. It was a mistake, you know how badly he knows he’s fucked up, but you still haven’t heard an apology. All it takes is one fucking apology, just good enough to show he cares.

You blocked your feelings out and wore a cold mask, in disguise of your true emotions. You expected him to be mad at that reaction, because you basically gave him nothing to work with, but he reciprocated it. He’s playing your game. Now, you’re going to play his.

You look at your reflection, wiping away at the stray tears of utter confusion. You plaster a satisfied smile as you appreciate the effort you put into the outfit you’re wearing.

You’re wearing a mini-dress.

In basic work attire ethics, wearing a mini-dress to work is inappropriate. It’s the epitome of unprofessionalism, and you’re wearing it purely to provoke Jungkook. He said you’re going to start working for him, but the poor man doesn’t know how you operate.

He’s giving you the secretary job only to show you who holds the true power, thinking it’s him who does.

He’s so gullible to think you can simply agree to work for him.

Soon, when you’re married to Mr. Jeon and you’re officially declared as his wife, you’re also officially a partner of the company. The company of which HG and Jeon Agencies will merge to form. So, in actuality, you're soon due to be working with him.

If you wore a mini dress to work as Jungkook’s future wife, who will dare to speak a word about it?

An off-shoulder, tight black mini dress- at that.

•••

You strut through the company like it’s your own, endless gaping faces staring your way.

Your head is held high, your hips swaying with every step in such an authoritative manner. It’s impressive- to say the least- the amount of confidence you’re radiating through every stride.

As you enter the elevator, you catch a rather cute employee- the quirky type with glasses- staring at youwith her jaw to the floor. You make sure to send her a rather flirty wink just before the elevator doors close and you’re taken up to Mr. Jeon’s office. You catch a glimpse of her swooning over the action with rosy cheeks, a victorious smile pulling the corners of your lips up.

A couple of minutes later, you’re in front of the secretary’s desk, Yoona staring up at you in bewilderment.

You smile at her half-heartedly, getting straight to the point; “Is Mr. Jeon alone in his office? Does he have anyone scheduled to meet him anytime soon?” Your voice drips in professionalism, cutting straight to the point.

Yoona takes quite a bit of time before she stutters a semi-coherent answer. “U-uh n-no. He’s alone.”

You nod your head in acknowledgement as your don’t waste your time any more, heading for Jungkook’s office door.

You don’t knock. Why would you?

Holy heavens.

Jungkook is leaning back on his desk as if awaiting your arrival. He has a glass of what seems to be whiskey in his hand. The tie around his neck loosened as his suit’s blazer was forgotten on the couch.

He has 2 leather chairs on either side in front of his desk and a wide couch in the center, in addition to an aesthetic coffee table; seemingly creating a lounge in the middle of his office.

He has a couple buttons of his shirt undone, as the sleeves of it are rolled up on his forearms. His hair tousled like he’d run his hand through it a million times, which he does before he smirks. He tucks one of his hands in his trousers’ pocket, using the second to bring the glass up to his lips. He smirks through it at you, all the while maintaining eye contact between you two. His watch glints in the sun, grabbing your attention.

You've always had a thing for men and watches, and goddamn is it a weakness.

The sun rays shine through the tall floor to ceiling glass windows, illuminating his figure and complimenting its height and the lean muscle that hides beneath the sheer material of the shirt.

The sight knocks the breath right out of your lungs and skyrockets your heartbeat to over one hundred and ten per minute.

Whoa.

His eyes rack over your body, starting from your toes and making their way up to your head. He takes his time taking you in, a glint of lust- maybe even hunger- swirling in his chocolate eyes. He takes another sip of whiskey.

“Mr. Jeon.”

“Mrs. Jeon.”

The name escapes his lips in an amused manner.

What?

Last time you checked, you were still Ms. Y/L/N.

“Excuse you?” You raise a brow as you approach him. You place your purse on the couch, joining his blazer as you strut towards him, your head held high.

“You better get used to being addressed by that, Y/N.” He stays leaned back on the desk, speaking as if he has not a care in the world. “You are my future wife, after all.” He smirks.

God damn that smirk of his.

Oh how much you want to kiss it off his face.

You continue your stride toward him, betraying no emotion when your face stays neutral.

You stop right in front of him, only to take the glass from between his fingers and cradle it in yours. “I can still say no, you know.”

You shrug casually, bringing the glass up to your lips to take a tantalizingly slow sip. You make sure to drink from the side he had drunk from, licking your lips after you let the sensation of the alcohol burn your throat.

His expression stays unreadable, so you make sure he understands what you mean: “To the marriage. I still have an option.”

As you go to set the glass back on the desk where he’s leaned on, you almost stumble causing him to hold you by your hips. You straighten, your nose touching his in the process.

He leans in further, his lips brushing against yours as he looks into your eyes. It feels like he’s staring deeper into your soul, and the thought scares you.

What if he finds things better left untouched?

What if he reads in between the lines of your emotions?

“What makes you think I’d let you?” He whispers to you, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. His hands are still glued to your waist the same way they always are, driving you absolutely mad in every way possible.

“This isn’t very professional now, is it, Mr. Jeon?” You place your hands on his chest as you push him away, solely to put distance between the both of you. A rosy blush kisses your cheeks as his hands find their home on your waist again, only for him to pull you closer.

His tone turns cold, speaking as if he hates the thoughts of you running through his head.

“You think you’re slick, huh?” He chuckles, but it comes out rather evil than lighthearted. You almost flinch.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He stares deep into your eyes again, making your head swim. Your mind is too lost in his eyes to register the position you’re in. You don’t know what to do.

“Showing up to work in a mini-dress, Y/N?” His hand snakes up to rest on your jaw, but it’s a threat. It feels like a threat. You fail to move.

“That’s not very good now, is it?” He smiles, but it’s void of emotion. It’s scary. “Trying to provoke me?” His body is flush against yours now, with him no longer leaning against the desk, but handling your body in a way that makes it impossible for you to move; you don't even know if you want to. He’s taller than you- by far- his frame all too consuming the entirety of your thinking by towering over you.

His hand moves from your jaw to your neck, resting there. You struggle to appear unaffected, knowing very well how miserably you seem to be failing. The way he's looking at you almost seems like he's belittling you, making you doubt yourself every time you look at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breathe out a response, surprising yourself. Why does he have such a great effect on you?

“Playing dumb now, are we?” He coos, mocking you in the way he smiles. His dimple laughs at you.

The hand on your neck flexes, barely cutting off your air suply.

You stay rooted to your spot. Your mind is going in so many different directions that it makes it harder to stay focused. Not that you are- by any means- focused. Your breaths are turning more shallow by the minute, but you love it.

You trust Jungkook, and he knows you do.

You'd trust him with your life, no matter how mad you are at him.

He's sure of it.

“Hm?” His tone grows irritated at your lack of response, so you simply shake your head no- as much as his grip allows you to- at least.

“I already taught you how to use your words, Y/N.” You can’t breathe. Your heart beats in your throat and you just can’t- breathe.

But still, you push through. “Why would I want to provoke you?” You ask instead.

“Don’t you feel betrayed?” Jungkook looks at you now. Fully looks at you. No playfulness, no amusement whatsoever. His hand falls from your neck, coming to rest at your waist.

The question catches you off guard. Where did this suddenly come from?

“Aren’t you hurt?” His eyes turn to ones so deep in feeling, it sets you off. Is he talking about the prior night?

“About?” You mask the emotions struggling to stay veiled by trying to sound as calm as possible.

Don’t show weakness. Your mind screams at you, a desperate attempt to keep you collected.

Of course you feel betrayed. Of course, you feel hurt. How dare he ask when it’s him that’s causing you to feel this way in the first place. All you crave in this particular moment is to unleash. Unleash the anger you’ve been trying so hard to bottle in. Although you crave that from deep within your bones, you stay cool- calm.

All the haze from the earlier teasing dissipates into thin air, and you take the time to properly look at the man before you.

Jungkook looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. He has dark purplish eye bags under his currently heavy lidded eyes; the most beautiful ones you’ve ever been graced to see. Even in the exhaustion clearly evident in them, his eyes hold infinite depths of beauty. They captivate your whole being, leaving you intoxicated by their effect.

“I’m tired, Y/N.” He looks like he’s seconds away from collapsing. He’s angry again, his face fully expressing anger and frustration. But you have the right to be angry, too. Doesn't he think so?

You don’t give a shit if it means you’re being petty. You deserve an apology.

Your eyes squint in defiance at him, and you see his muscles tense further as a response to the action.

“You humiliated me.” You scoff, staring at him in disbelief. “You think you deserve the right to be fucking angry, Mr. Jeon?” You jab a finger to his chest.

The formality aims straight for his heart, while the coldness laced in your velvety voice stabs at it further. He stays silent, looks at the floor as his hands fall from your waist, only to hang helplessly on either side of his body. He clenches them into fists, only to unclench them right after. He repeats the action, in hopes of focusing on it instead of you. He doesn’t want to talk about it. About this. He’s thought about it too much, where it’s gotten him to a dead end. He doesn’t know how to feel. He doesn’t understand what he feels towards you; it’s a feeling that catches him off-guard.

A feeling he isn’t familiar with. A feeling nobody taught him how to deal with.

You jab a finger to his chest again, “Pick me up at 9, we’re going to the club you suggested the other day.”

Your tone comes out void of emotion- another stab to the heart. His eyes don’t betray the floor he appears to be so fascinated in.

You step away from him, turning away. Just like that, you’ve left the office, leaving Jungkook to drown in the confusion that’s slowly eating away at his mind- little by little, piece by piece.

Little did you know, Jungkook was angry at himself.

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#bumblebee #jungkook x you #bts jungkook #jeon jk #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook ff #jungkook #enemies to lovers #bts fanfiction

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wifeofsnowbaird · 3 months

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[guys its the prologue, i did it so fast! also if you don't know what a bard is, they're poets from medieval times who sang for the king and/or queen]

You Can't, You Can't Catch me Now I'm coming like storm into your town

Part I/Part 2/Part 3/

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[ mentor!coriolanus snow x time-traveled hg-era, district 9 tribute!reader x toxic! finnick odair(in the peacekeeper era)]

Warning: violence, serious injury, death, physical assult, gun and knife violence, possibly non-con...maybe.

Summary: You are a rebel, the last chance of the rebellion against President Snow. You're told to go on one last mission to kill the man who massacred Panem. It took you years to understand your mission when you became [name] Lily Baird, starting from the age of five till before the reaping day of the 10th Hunger Games.

The day you began your plan to destroy President Snow before he became the villain he was meant to become.

'Both sisters, Lucy Gray and [Name] Lily Baird are a part of the Covey, and though they have been chosen as tribute for both District 12 and 9 because of our own mistakes, we hope they will stay safe.'

You knew about [Name] Lily Baird, named after her because your mother was inspired by her fiery personality and strength, but now you realize that you were transported to a time before the Baird sisters died, one of sickness and one because of Coriolanus Snow himself.

'I will kill you, President Coriolanus Snow.'

‘Remember what he has done to your family, [Name]. Snow is nothing but a manipulator.’

You laughed before grinning over to Haymitch as he sent you a worried glance.

‘Well, I better remember this. The only time Haymitch Abernathy is serious and not seriously drunk.’

He grinned, a wide smile covering his face.

‘Take a video! Then you could see it and I could prove that I can be serious!’

You both laughed before sighing as Haymitch glanced at you sadly.

‘Believe in me, [Name], I’ve heard about women who were sadly obsessed with him. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Kill him, fall in love with a man you’re destined for, and live a happy life with no Snow in your way.’

You shook your head, Snow couldn’t be that handsome and since you know what he will do, you’re strong enough to fight that feeling.

‘I promise.’

They led you to the table, letting you bask in the warmth of the heater in front of you since you had been outside in the cold.

Katniss, Peeta, hell even Gale had said goodbye to you.

It made you feel…like…people cared…for you…

But the person you actually wanted there...refused to talk before you-the last hope-left.

Before the Covey had left for District 12, a woman named [Name] Lily Baird had gained a deadly virus. In the life where you had lived, she died the week of the reaping day and wasn’t chosen as tribute for District 9, but this time, you will be alive and manage to kill the man who ruined your life.

You will die, President Coriolanus Snow.

*cough* covid *cough*

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hederasgarden · 13 days

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Breathplay with Rhett

This photo has been on my mind and well...this happened. This hasn’t been beta’ed so please excuse any major grammas issues.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader Word Count: 250ish Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Breathplay, unprotected PIV, and dirty talk.

Masterlist ♡ Outer Range Masterlist

You reach down to caress Rhett's thick neck while riding him, thighs squeezing his slender waist, but you’re too focused on just how good he feels inside you to notice his reaction. The second time your hands fall to his throat you’re staring down at him and you catch his subtle response. His long lashes flutter and a breathy grunt passes his clenched lips. When you do it again, applying the tiniest bit of pressure, he bucks into you hard, fingers digging into your fleshy hips.

“Fuck, come on, girl,” Rhett growls, eyes burning into yours. “Do it.”

His pace slows, letting you get your bearings. Tentatively, you wrap your hands around his neck, feeling the way his Adam’s Apple bobs under your palm. You tighten your grip slowly, watching his face as you do. It’s harder than you expect to keep up the pressure, but once you’re squeezing him in earnest, he starts moving again until he’s rutting into you desperately, mouth parting soundlessly.

You roll your hips and the muscles in his neck strain. A moment later Rhett comes hard, his whole body locking up. He gives a few lazy thrusts before stilling. When you let go of his neck he groans, low and hoarse, and his heart beats wildly under your hand.

“Well that was something,” you tell him with a smile.

Rhett’s only response is to draw a hand down his face and swallow heavily. “Just as soon as I recover, I’m going to fuck the breath out of you,” he warns.

"I'm counting on it," you reply, kissing him deeply.

♡

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#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x female reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott imagine

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call-sign-shark · 1 month

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Heaven Lavey • District 7 • Victor of the 72nd Hunger Games. • 12 kills

Words: 389 (alteration of canon events)

Heaven is Reader in the Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes.

It is when she’s sitting next to Caesar Flickerman and his awful wig that Heaven longs for the quietness of District 7’s woods. All the shows they put on for these ridiculous and cruel games are already starting to drive her crazy. During a brief moment, she loses herself in the meanders of her mind, fantasizing about strangling the show’s host with his own studded belt just there, in front of the camera. How exquisite it would be to hear them all scream in horror!

“Your name is Heaven Lavey, right? An unusual name for an unusual girl.” The man laughs, showcasing his shining and perfect denture with teeth as big as a horse's even though what he said isn’t even a joke, . Interestingly enough, he is so botoxed and his face so lifted that not one single wrinkle appears on his forehead. He must have spent an awful amount of money, all of this to look like an ugly Ken doll. What a pity. “It suits you well.”

“If you listen to my mentor it doesn’t. According to her, my parents should have called me Hell instead.” Caesar goes for a theatrical "ohhhh" and the crowd roars with laughter — it wasn’t a joke either, and she didn’t even crack a smile while replying. For them it’s all an act, isn’t it? Glitter, gold, and kids’ future and inevitable death.

"So Heaven, you did quite a remarkable entrance during the Tribute Parade with this surprising but outstanding outfit. First time in forty years that District 7 hasn't chosen a tree-inspired style."

"I threatened the stylist with an axe, and so did my mentor. Seems like it worked." Heaven replied with that same cold and sardonic smile that exposed her sharp fangs, similar to Enobaria except for the front teeth.

"It worked, indeed! But making an impression might not be enough, as charming as you are! Do you think you stand a chance?"

"Caesar." The white-haired teen said, "Do you know what my mother used to call me?"

"Tell me." He moves closer to her again, ear near her fleshy lips. An odd silence hangs over the crowd.

"Dangerous." She whispered, her hushed and chilling murmur resounding in the room thanks to her small clip-on mic. "She used to call me dangerous."

tagging those who have the HG brain rot in the Peaky fandoms: @raincoffeeandfandoms @emotionalcadaver @evita-shelby and @peakyswritings

#Peaky Blinders #Hunger games AU #Heaven Shelby #Arthur Shelby x OC #Hunger Games #Hunger games oc #the hunger games #Johanna Mason x oc

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onyx666 · 5 months

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☽◯☾ let the moon settle you ☽◯☾

pairing : finnick odair x black fem coded!reader

warnings : none (will surely contain violent graphic scenes as well as some mentions of sex trafficking and forced prostitution, and smut in the future, i mean it's the hg Imaoo cmon yall)

aim for the moon. even if you miss, you may hit a star. shoot for the moon and if you miss you will still be among the stars.

"Live fast, die young, be wild. and have fun.... they say..." she expressed with a bitter laugh slipping off her lips still cringing at the mantra.

As the gloomy moonbeam reflected on the side of her face in the moonlit night, she spoke with a grace that caught the peacock's attention, still standing in the shadows. The moonlight painted her face with a soft glow, revealing a tapestry of emotions in every expression. As strands of her hair danced in the gentle breeze, Finnick observed in silence.

The night, wrapped in the luminous embrace of the moon, held the promise of a new narrative written in the language of stardust and whispered confessions.

"I believed in the country Panem used to be." she said, still holding hope for the person she wanted to become.

In this moment, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, she became Moon, a celestial muse—a constellation of emotions and experiences that left an indelible mark on his heart, even him not noticing it.

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

a/n: not proofread jsjsjsjss wtv feel free to dm me it's only the synopsis but im still open to suggestions and btw i reposted it idk i kinda hated my other blog #autism

#finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick x oc #finnick x you #finnick fanfic #thg finnick #finnick imagine #hunger games finnick #finnick x y/n #finnick x annie #finnick odair smut #let the moon settle you

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1cecreamwillfixit · 2 years

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𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕖 (ℍ𝕩ℍ) - 𝕊𝕙𝕪

Sub!Kite x Femdom!Reader

Content warnings - vaginal penetration, dry humping, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), overstimulation

Finally something from Hunter x Hunter. I love Kite so much he really doesnt get enough love from the fandom.

Enjoy ;)

You pretended not to notice the way Kite shivered as you seated yourself gently in his lap. You ground your hips against his crotch, feigning ignorance as you 'settled down'. The two of you were just watching TV on the couch, something that you did every evening as a way to unwind. But today Kite seemed to be struggling to unwind. If anything, he seemed to be even more worked up than usual.

Kite often struggled to articulate how he was feeling, preferring to put your needs before his own. But over time you'd learned to notice the small cues in his behaviour, the way he'd shiver at your touch, the way he'd hesitate when speaking, as if contemplating something. You knew when he was needy, but you also knew that you'd have to be the one to get him to admit it.

He'd settled and was thoroughly engrossed in the show when you rolled your hips again, applying more pressure than the last time. He gasped this time, unable to control himself, before hiding his face in shame.

Again, you ignored him, returning back to the show. You could feel his shaky breaths on your neck as he tried to control himself, forcing his own hips down to avoid bucking them up. You could tell he was hanging on by a thread, just barely holding himself back. Rolling your hips a third time you heard him moan, the sound somewhat muffled from where his head was tucked into your neck.

"Something the matter, love?"

More shaky breaths, accompanied by a 'No, I'm fine' mumbled in a low tone. "You sure darling? It's ok if you need help with something, you know." He blushed a little at your implications, well aware that you could tell how much he needed it.

"please..." came his response, raspy and shy. "What do you need, love?" you asked, grinding down on his obvious boner. He groaned, head falling back into the sofa cushions as his hips bucked up in desperation. "Please fuck me" he breathed, embarrassed by how quickly he'd given in.

"So vulgar" you teased, getting up out of his lap. He reached for your arm, trying to pull you back towards him in panic. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I'm not going anywhere. Can you lay down for me?"

He turned himself so he was lying lengthways on the couch, hair splayed out across the cushions he was resting his head on. You climbed on top of him again, straddling his hips. Running a hands through his long silky hair, you whispered soft praises and giggled at the way he blushed.

You pulled down the waistband on his sweats to reveal the large tent in his boxers. "Someone's excited" you snickered as you removed his boxers, watching in awe as his cock slapped against his stomach. "Y/n, please, stop staring like that, it's embarrassing." he hissed, covering his rosy face with his arms. "Oh, but you love it when I embarrass you, darling." And truthfully, he couldn't find any way to argue with that.

Sitting yourself up a bit, you hiked your skirt up a bit and pulled your underwear aside quickly.

"Let me help you, Kite"

And with that you sank down fully. The stretch he brought was almost too much for you to handle, but the pure lust in his expression made it all worth it, eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open. "Hg, s-so good y/n~" He wasn't normally one to talk much, further proof of how needy he was feeling today.

You started riding him at a bruising pace, moaning softly at how well he was filling you up, all the while he was struggling to keep it together. Any form of coherent speech had quickly dissolved into a mess of slurred moans, spilling unceremoniously from his parted lips. He was pawing desperately at your arms and thighs, trying to ground himself. It was so cute to see such a calm and collected man absolutely losing it after being ridden for about 15 seconds max.

"Hah- shit, gon'na cum" he slurred, mouth dropping open. "Already?! But we've only just started. Oh well, I suppose you can cum."

You threaded both hands into his hair, grabbing handfuls and tugging harshly on it, ripping a particularly loud moan from his throat. That was his last straw as visions of white burst behind his eyelids. He came hard inside you, body relaxing into the sofa cushions, hazy eyes squeezing shut from the intense pleasure.

You continued riding him, slowing your pace to a halt as he came down from his high. You were about to get off him when his hands grabbed your hips, urging you to keep going. "You didn't cum" he said simply, using one hand to rub gentle circles into your clit.

"Mmm don't think you can fool me. You want more don't you, greedy boy?"

"I-". His eyes widened as you sped up you pace, forcing the cutest moans from his soft lips.

"No need to be so shy, darling"

lol this is just a remider that i do write for other fandoms, not just haikyuu, bnha and jjk

#fanfic #dom reader #anime #hunter x hunter #hxh #sub hxh #kite hxh #kite hunter x hunter #sub kite #kite x reader

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flower-slut004 · 9 months

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HG WELLS

#multifandom imagines #freddie stroma #hg wells #HG wells x reader

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theforgottenmcrmy · 1 year

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Growing Strong chapter 16 update

hi everyone🖤 i hope this won’t bother anyone, but i just wanted to provide a real quick update on the next chapter of growing strong since it’s been taking a bit longer than i thought it would to get together. i was going to try and post it by this wednesday, but i just (literally within the past two hours) got some more ideas to work into the chapter, so i may need a little more time. i’ll still try to post by the end of the week if at all possible, and as soon as i am able to either way.

I hope you guys have been well🖤

in the meantime, if this interests you, please feel free to check out this little TikTok edit I made for the fic. (The YouTube version can be found here.) please note that i used ms. margaery as a face claim for this video’s purpose only; i still very much view this as an x reader fic. these links are also on the masterlist in case they don’t work here.

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corazondebeskar-reads · 5 months

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i'm gonna be greedy too: can you please tell me absolutely everything about the hunger games au and the din x reader x joel? 😩

i will not tell you absolutely everything because i don't want you to be prepared for the angst lmao

i gave a bit about the hg au here and crossover here, SO you have unlocked SNIPPETS:

hunger games au:

He goes along with minimal fuss; it doesn’t matter what he looks like or says. He’s already a ghost. They dress him in a grotesque facsimile of his real work clothes—inappropriately tight jeans, a silk guayabera with too many buttons undone, an ornate belt buckle, and unbroken leather boots. They even put a stupid hat on him, so he looks like he stepped out of a textbook about cowboys. At least it’s better than the dress they forced Ellie into. One look at her and you’d know it wasn’t right, wasn’t her. Two years ago, they had shoved her on stage in a plaid dress and pink riding boots. Now, they’ve clearly decided the cutesy, innocent look is over. They dolled her up like a goddamn southern belle, complete with a very padded corset. It didn’t bode well for their plans for her if she won, but Joel knows there’s nothin’ he can do when he’s dead and gone. All he can do is get her out of there and hope.

crack crossover:

The other figure moved, and Din’s pistol cocked at the motion. A young woman—no, a girl—was aiming her own small slug pistol at you now. Slowly, so slowly, you raised your empty palms in supplication at the strangers. “We don’t mean any trouble,” you said. “Don’t fucking move,” the man said. He kept the gun pointed at Din but snapped his head to look at you. His dark hair and beard were peppered with gray, the sunlight filtering through the trees to bathe him in gold. “We’re just passing through,” you said. “I don’t have a gun. But we do have a baby.” “Holy shit,” the girl said, “you brought a fucking baby out here?”

#asks #wip title game

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lucysarah-c · 1 year

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I've a word documment with over 300 words of vocabulary that I use (mainly) in Y/N's povs in HG because ... well we know her

I'm learning some programming for my work and I thought "what if I do a program that will give me back the words I'm looking for since it's so unpractical at this rate to search for adjectives between 300 words. ... This is me, hi, I'm a nerd who also write a Levi x reader fanfic.

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brendans-writes · 2 years

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honey-milk-depresso’s 1.8k Milestone Event

A/N: June and July have been very busy months for me so, unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to finish the fics I had in mind. Writing two fics was definitely over-ambitious of me, as I barely managed to start one... In any case, I’ve decided to post what I do have of the Jade x Reader fic. It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing right?

summary: About 500 words of more or less incoherent world building for a silly little slice of Vampire!Octavinelle. No pairing in this post, but would’ve eventually been Jade x Reader. Inspired by @twstedstoryshop for @honey-milk-depresso’s event.

Vampires are ruthless. Vampires are fickle. Vampires are not to be trusted. No matter how harmless a vampire seemed, there was always a pair of fangs just inside their lips that would rip your throat out the moment they had the chance.

Vampires have long since claimed their place at the top of the food chain, leaving the humans left to fight for their survival. Many weaker humans are kept by vampires as a constant food supply or even as pets. Others have formed groups, working together to protect each other and founding blood banks to bargain a peace with their overlords. Among those groups, some rebel against all blood suckers, fighting with blunted teeth and dulled claws against the superior predators.

There are some, though, who forge for themselves a different path in the world. Vampire Hunters. Cold-blooded assassins that, for one reason or another, have come to predate the predators. They have perfected the art of murdering those above themselves on the food chain. Many vampires, of course, fear this perversion of the natural order and seek to kill these so-called Hunters. Many governances provide rewards for handing such pests over to them - dead or alive.

Some vampires, however, call upon these Hunters to settle their own messy inner disputes. Crime groups often use Hunters when they, for whatever reason, don't want to dirty their own hands. One of the most prominent of these groups was the House of Leech.

Sent to the Leech Estate for a networking opportunity, you thought you were prepared for anything that could happen. However, when you were invited through those gilded double-doors, you were definitely not expecting to be met with a ballroom full of vampires. When you spent as much time discerning vampire targets as you did, you could spot the bloodsuckers on sight. And spot them you did, at least a hundred of them taking up the frankly gargantuan room.

You almost wanted to laugh. You’d attended a few diplomatic meetings before; they were quiet, sordid affairs that took place in back alleys and occasionally defunct offices. They were never parties, never social gatherings - humans at a vampire party were snacks (both figuratively and literally). Even those breaking laws to call on Hunters didn’t see them as equals, but as tools to be used and disposed of.

There were a number of possible reasons that you were invited here, now. Perhaps it was simply an issue of a conflicting schedule, or it was easier to squeeze in a quick meeting at the beginning of a night of festivities rather than a working day. But such a simple mistake was unbecoming of one of the most powerful vampire families. It left a bad taste in your mouth.

You showed your respect to the butler, then stepped through from the hall to the ballroom. There was hardly any reaction to your entrance besides a few disinterested glances. You had been invited there on business, so you were dressed up, but among a crowd of almost literally sparkling inhumans, you looked (and felt) horrifically out of place.

The sheer number of vampires here was a testament to how well connected the Leech Household was. The wealth of the room was almost oppressive, with rich tapestries and precious metals as far as the eye could see. Though HG was hardly lacking in funding, the massive gap between the two was easily ascertained from a glance. It was… intimidating.

notes: Thank you to everyone who read this <3 I’m thinking about rewriting this/finishing it eventually when I have more time... I have a basic plot for the fic but feel free to share your ideas/headcanons/lore you’d want included.

#twsted wonderland #twst au #vampire au #octavinelle #twst #twisted wonderland

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jkslipppiercing · 9 months

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Bumblebee teaser | jjk

• summary: Jeon Jungkook was your high school bully. What are you gonna do when your parents are forcing you to marry him as the country's most well-known CEO?

• pairing: ceo!jk x reader, high school bully!jk (more to come in upcoming chapters cuz i dont wanna spoil anything.)

• genre: enemies to lovers, slowburn, high school bully to lover, arranged marriage, CEO/billionare romance, marriage of convenience.

• warnings: a little cursing, not much since it's a teaser, more to come in upcoming chapters.

• WC: 0.99k

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Mythical; his beauty one of pure magnificence. Who is he? Who does he work for? What’s his name? What does he do for a living? Well, considering where you were, it wasn’t that hard to guess.

Your father is the CEO of HG Enterprise. A company worth over 2 billion dollars- as he had mentioned before- which is pretty impressive for a lingerie business. After the mentioned company had passed a milestone just two days ago, your father wanted to plan an event in honor of celebrating 50 years of HG. He claims the company as his baby, and it’s only fair to go all out on a party, just like this one.

Over 10,000 people have come to this celebration, and you, as the CEO's daughter, are responsible for keeping the guests company. Surely, your parents’ task is harder because greeting 10,000 people isn’t as easy as it sounds. For goodness sake, it doesn’t even sound possible!

Your night would’ve been more interesting had the guests been more intriguing. They either go on about their mansions with great pride over their money, or they utter bad dad jokes all the time. Just as your mother calls your name for the third time, you’re jolted out of your trance by an arm elbowing you in the gut.

“Y/N! Mom has called your name 3 times by now!” Your younger brother hurriedly sputters.

“First of all, ow…”, You rub the side of your ribs where your brother just elbowed you and glare at him. He smiles sheepishly in return, and says, “Sorry about that. You weren’t answering me, and why was that anyway?” his brows scrunch in confusion.

“I…um…I was lost in thought.” Yeah right. More like salivating over that hotshot guy you’ve been staring at this whole time- your brother doesn’t need to know that though. He looks at you unconvinced, his brows raised in question. “Never mind. Where’s mom?”

You’re making your way to your mother when your phone chimes with a new notification. You reach for your purse to fish your phone out- slam!

You screw your eyes shut and get ready for the impact of your butt hitting the cold marble floor, but instead, you feel a hand snake around your waist. As he pulls you towards him, the position has you flush against his body as your breath gets caught in your throat at the sensation. You open your eyes to be met with…oh my god!

You scramble to push yourself away from the guy when you lose your footing, and almost kiss the floor, again. He grabs your waist more firmly this time, pulls you to him, and chuckles.

“We wouldn’t want a beauty like you on the floor tonight, would we?” his breath fans over your ear as he whispers.

Your face flushes with major embarrassment as you try to conceal it with your hands. His hand leaves your waist only to circle around your wrists and pull your hands down. He then brushes a stray strand away from your face and tucks it behind your ear as he places distance between the both of you.

He offers his hand in greeting, “I’m Jeon Jungkook, CEO of Jeon Modeling Agency. Pleasant to make your acquaintance.” Jeon Jungkook? THE Jeon Jungkook? You’re fucked. So, utterly, fucked.

Jeon Jungkook became a CEO at the young age of 27. Only a year older than you, but he was still capable of managing a modeling company on his own after his dad’s unfortunate passing. With his late father no longer around to direct him, he was on his own, yet his decisions concerning the evolution of the mentioned company put the agency at an impressive top 10 in the country. Not only was the man in front of you the CEO of one of the most remarkable agencies in the world, but he was also your high school bully. You couldn’t recognize him at all, and all the previous attraction you had towards him dissipated into thin air.

“Y/L/N Y/N. That ring a bell, bumblebee?” The nickname dripped poisonous venom as it rolled off your tongue.

Blood drained from Jungkook’s face as his smirk dropped. All evidence from his earlier flattery evaporated, leaving him glaring at you. If looks could kill, you’d be 6 feet under.

Bumblebee was a nickname he bullied you with in high school. From day 1, he saw you wearing bumblebee socks, and the nickname stuck with you all the way. In class, in the hallways, just everywhere, and in front of everyone, he always used it to address you. You hated it, but nevertheless, he would still use it to pick on you every single day throughout the whole school year. You used to plead with him to stop using it, but he wouldn’t budge. Nothing worked. He would never stop picking on you, and you’ve always hated him for it.

Just as you're indulging in the glare-off between you and jungkook, your mom interrupts; "Oh, Y/N! I suppose you've already met Jungkook?" She smiles as she gives jungkook a once-over and looks at you right after.

You come back to your senses as you nod at your mom. "I have, and i already wish i hadn't-" Jungkook cuts you off as he turns towards Mrs. Y/L/N and beams at her, "You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Y/L/N. Y/N must take after you!"

Your mother swoons over Jungkook's words, completely ignoring your previous comment.

"Why, thank you, young man! I trust she'll be in good hands..." Your mother glances at you then hesitates, "I suppose you haven't mentioned the 'big surprise' to Y/N yet, have you?"

What "big surprise"?

"What are you talking about?" You take turns glancing at Jungkook and your mom. You scrunch your brows in confusion. Your mother never mentioned anything about a surprise, and what does Jungkook out of all people have to do with it?

What on earth?

"Y/N, you and Jungkook are getting married in 6 months."

What. The. Fuck?

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook ff #bts fanfiction #enemies to lovers #jungkook x reader #jjk

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