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ughthisisntright · 9 months

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Lap of Luxury | Sugar Daddy!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: As a young woman without much income, a joke of a job, and an unfortunately expensive taste, your curiosity one evening leads to a string of events far out of your control.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 23, Bradley is 40), suggestive themes (no smut), fluff

Word Count: 4,635

“Babe,” your best friend slurred. “You need to get on Seeking Arrangements! These guys- they just buy you stuff! And give you money!”

Another conversation about your not-so-much of an income, splitting a bottle of wine with your best friend, and her insistence on helping you has devolved into this. Discussing a sugar daddy arrangement from a site for older folks. You couldn't imagine a worse way to spend your night.

“Aren't they, like, old?” You ask with a sneer. Your friend just laughs it off.

“And rich!” She squeals. “You’d never have to work another shitty job again! C’mon just try it!” She grabbed your phone from you and fumbled with it to download the app.

“Ugh, what’s your password?” She showed you the screen where the app store was asking. You hesitate before typing it in and allowing her to do the rest.

“Okay first thing’s first,” she places her hand on your knee, mostly to steady herself. “Never use your real name. So you're going to be…”

She starts typing on the phone, probably using her galaxy brain to come up with something truly brilliant. And by brilliant, that means ridiculous.

“Genevieve,” she states finally. You don't hate the name, but it's not yours. You made a mental note to change it when you're sober. “Everything else will be the same. And…”

She starts scrolling through your camera roll. You'd have freaked out but really, there wasn't anything there she hasn't seen already. She taps on a photo of you she took a week ago at a vineyard the two of you had visited (on her dime) and handed your phone back to you,

“Voilà! Welcome yo Seeking Arrangements,” she grinned at you. You looked down at your profile and sighed.

“Now what?” You ask flatly.

“Find someone!”

“How? I don't know how to use this!”

“Ugh, you're so boring sometimes…”

Thus began a hunt for the “perfect man” to fund your broke self’s habits. It was all a drunken blur from there, and you passed out on your couch after about two hours of playing around on the app. You had no idea there were so many men willing to give their money away to young women with no regard. But it was working out in your favor.

You woke up the next day with a pounding hangover, cottonmouth and your phone on 5% battery. Your friend was nowhere to be found - as usual after drinking binges like that. You mentally kicked yourself for allowing it to go this far but, realistically, you didn't care to go into work today anyway.

A quick text to your boss and a shaky walk to your bedroom to plug your phone in preceded your chug-fest in the kitchen. Drinking straight from the tap wasn't fast enough, but it would suffice. You groaned as you finished gorging yourself on your borderline acceptable tap water, went to the cabinet, and pulled out your bottle of painkillers. You popped two extra strength tablets and washed them down with yet another healthy gulp of water.

You walked back to your bedroom and laid in the quiet dark on your bed. Just as you closed your eyes, your phone buzzed. Once, then twice. You pick it up to see you have missed messages from men on that confounded Seeking Arrangements app. You groan and set the phone down again, remembering just how horribly drunk you got last night. Drunk and stupid, it seemed. You hear another buzz and pick up the phone in frustration, unlocking it and then scrolling through the messages and threads you'd started last night.

Genevieve. What a stupid name. You quickly changed it to your name and kept scrolling through. You deleted many of the threads, only stopping on a few men who were even remotely close to your age bracket. All tech startup guys with nothing better to do than wine and dine young women into their panties. Typical.

You’re about to delete the app when you see one face in particular that doesn't piss you off like the rest. You open your conversation from the night before to find it was pleasant, not sexually charged, and genuine. You smile briefly before clicking his profile picture. He’s handsome, too handsome. What’s the catch?

You open his profile to see his age, what he does, and where he is. He’s forty, lives nearby in San Diego, and is an aviator for the Navy. The military thing would have been a turn off if the conversation you’d had didn't look so… refreshing. You scroll to see his net worth - nearly one million. Unheard of among these other men. He must be well-off.

You scroll more and see he’s very close by. A block away. You excitedly - but cautiously - type a message to him.

You: So sorry, I fell asleep. I think it's wild you’re still single at your age. How doesn't that mustache pull women nowadays?

You bite your lip and quickly turn the brightness down on your phone, the blue light making your migraine worse. You see him typing and your heart flutters.

You can't believe this is happening. How did you let your friend talk you into this? Were you crazy? Desperate? Or just lonely? You watched the bubbles on screen appear and disappear as the man on the other side of the screen typed his response to you.

The self-loathing part of your brain told you he was figuring out how to turn you down gently. Tell you you're too young for this, to go find someone your own age, chase your dreams, and whatever other sentiments he could think of. You wanted to hear it, but you also didn't. This was all too much.

Until it wasn't.

Bradley Bradshaw: No worries, sweetheart. I see you're nearby - let me come get you and treat you to brunch. Mimosas?

You stood outside your apartment with your cutest outfit on, though to someone like Bradley, it could be considered… revealing. You didn’t have much, hence the entire reason your friend had convinced you to join that stupid app in the first place. Regardless, you stood waiting for Bradley to come pick you up for your impromptu brunch date.

Could you even call it a date?

Your mind swam as you stared down at the photo of him on the app. He was handsome, yes. You just weren’t sure if this made you one of those gold-digging, shallow women who you were sure were all over this app. He looked as though he’d spent a lifetime laughing, living. The wrinkles you could see that weren’t airbrushed out of this photo seemed deeply set. A good sign that he wasn’t as stuffy as some of the other guys you’d apparently spoken to.

Was this just a giant ass mistake?

What if he was just another one of these guys looking to fuck a younger woman and then give her some hush money? Or even expensive gifts in lieu of hush money? You didn’t want to be the dumb trophy on some older man’s arm. And that was when it hit you - you actually liked Bradley. It was just a small crush, of course, you’d hardly known him. Hardly even spoken to him. But from the little interaction you’d had he seemed like the genuine article.

Before you could psych yourself out any more, you heard the low rumble of a classic car getting closer. You popped your head up to see a bright blue classic Ford Bronco headed your way. Your eyes lit up - having an affinity for classic cars - and you simply prayed that this was Bradley coming to get you.

The car came to a stop right in front of you, and the aforementioned Bradley was looking out the window at you with a grin. He pulled his aviators down the bridge of his nose and looked you in the eyes. A genuine kind of look on his face that had you melting inside.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said kindly. “Are you ready to go?”

You nodded wordlessly and shoved your phone into your small purse. Bradley jumped out of the Bronco and approached you. He was incredibly tall, compared to you, and he didn’t have this dominating presence that you kept thinking he would have. No, he was like a giant teddy bear - someone you could imagine curling up with at the end of the day and getting nothing but hugs and kisses from.

“You’re even more adorable than that picture on the app, you know,” he tilted his head sweetly to one side. Your cheeks flushed a bright red, though you weren’t sure if he would notice.

“I-I’m happy I’ve surpassed expectations,” you croaked. “God, I’m sorry-” He chuckled and shook his head.

“I’m nervous, too, sweetheart,” he admitted kindly. “Let’s get to where we’re going and we can be nervous together.” He took your hand and led you to the passenger side of the Bronco. He opened the door for you and helped you get up into the seat. He waited until you were situated before closing the door and walking coolly to the other side and getting into the driver’s seat.

“I hope you don’t mind. I chose a more secluded spot than I normally would,” Bradley admitted as he pulled away from the curb. “Not because I’m embarrassed, but just because I’d hate to have people I know giving me shit.”

“I completely understand,” you say softly. “I would die if someone I knew saw me doing this… Whatever this is.”

“I’d say we can put off putting a label on it until we’re sure, yeah?” Bradley looked over at you with a smile. “No pressure, no fakery, no stress.”

“I love the sound of that,” you said sweetly, looking at him with a smile.

Soon, you arrived at a small brunch joint on the outskirts of the city. Bradley had assured you he’d never seen his buddies here, and you assured him that your friends are too broke to afford this kind of place. Sharing a laugh, Bradley cuts the engine and gets out of the Bronco. He walks to your side and helps you out before linking your arm with his.

“I’ll treat you right, okay?” He said sweetly as he walked you in. You only smiled in response and allowed him to lead you inside. He gave his last name coolly to the hostess and she ushered the two of you to a more private booth at the back of the restaurant. Bradley pulled your chair out for you and let you sit first. What a gentleman. He took his seat across from you and removed his aviators.

Those eyes were mesmerizing. Beautiful brown that you swore had little flecks of gold in them. You could get lost in those eyes if you weren’t careful, so you quickly picked up the small menu and looked it over. Yikes. You for sure wouldn’t be able to afford this.

“So, I can tell this is not something you usually do,” Bradley said softly. “Me neither, if I’m honest.”

“Honestly? My friend made me do it. We were… Drinking last night. And she convinced me this would be a good idea.” You admitted candidly. “I didn’t know what to expect.

“Hah! Sounds exactly like what my friend did to me,” he admitted right back. “I forgot the app even existed until you messaged me last night. Then, I just got this… feeling. Like, if I let this slip by, I’d regret it the rest of my life.”

“Hence, why we’re sitting here having brunch together,” you finish for him. “I have to admit, Bradley, you don’t seem like the type to go for… younger women. You’re mature, put together, and seem like a zero-bullshit guy.”

“Yeah, well, the Navy sort of beats that into you,” he laughs softly. “Women are usually deterred by the military thing. They automatically think you’re looking to get married, or they think you’re active duty and are going to lose you. So they don’t even bother trying.” He looks up at you. “I’m just trying to find someone to spoil. Someone to care for, and someone to care for me right back.”

You appreciated his honesty. You liked skipping around the nervous chatter, the lies, the embellishments. This was a far cry from some of the dates you’d been on in the past - boys pretending to be men that they’re not. Bradley clearly went through that when he was your age. And he clearly realized it doesn’t work long-term.

“You’re saying all the right things, Bradley,” you chime. “I just want you to know… I’m not after your money or whatever else it is you have to offer me. I’m not sure what I’m after here, but I’d like to explore this. Whatever it ends up being, or not being, I’m interested to see where it goes.”

You’re surprised to hear those words coming from your mouth. An hour ago you were just about ready to call this whole thing off. You were sure this would make you lesser than; lump you in with all the other desperate girls your age just looking to get rich and not work for it. But, honestly, you didn’t care about money - your friend did. If this all worked out, if Bradley ended up being more than just a Seeking Arrangements date, you’d have to thank her for being such a gold digger.

Oh, the misery.

"I do too, sweetheart,” Bradley said sweetly. “No pressure, no fakery, no stress.”

Brunch went exceptionally well. Bradley told you stories from his time in the Naval Academy, TOPGUN, and even a few missions you were pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to share. He told you about his parents and how he followed in his dad’s footsteps. He told you about everything. He was a man who’d lived. You couldn’t grasp, still, how a woman his age wouldn’t want him.

You shared stories from your years in college, your job, and from your childhood. Absolutely nothing compared to the nearly twenty years he had on you. You felt silly telling him about yourself, but he was genuinely interested. He asked so many insightful questions, held your hand, and maintained eye contact. You thought maybe, just maybe, he was falling for you.

You’d be remiss if you didn’t admit you may be falling for him, too.

When the bill came, Bradley snatched it away from you with a mischievous grin. You playfully pouted at him and he just waved you off. He took his wallet out and slid a credit card into the book and held it until the server came back. Clever little devil.

“I told you I’d spoil you, sweetheart,” he mused. “This is me spoiling you. But, I should warn you. This is only the beginning.”

You grinned at him and nodded, relaxing back in your seat. He was just so cool. His entire demeanor, his attitude - devil may care kind of air about him. You enjoyed his youthful aura, especially since you knew he was not quite as youthful as he used to be. It was truly a breath of fresh air.

The bill was paid, you’d successfully drank three mimosas, and Bradley was looking at you with stars in his eyes. He walked you out of the restaurant and to his Bronco. He looked down at you once the two of you were on the passenger’s side. Brushing some hair from your face, he smiled softly and pulled you just a touch closer.

“Well, I’m dying for your review, sweetheart,” he said with a grin. “Did I live up to expectations?”

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden. Did he? Did he? You’d just spent three hours chatting with a man nearly twice your age about his life, your life, and genuinely enjoying each other's company. And he wants to know if he lived up to expectations? You smiled widely, no longer able to conceal the excitement you felt in your gut about this.

“Very much so. I’d even be so bold as to say you’ve surpassed them,” you took his hand in yours gently. He responded by squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“Then,” he said in a lower tone than he’d used earlier. “You wouldn’t find it uncouth of me to do this?”

Before you could even think of a witty response, his lips were on yours in a gentle, tentative kiss. Your initial shock washed away quickly as your lips pressed back against his. He was gentle, nothing extravagant, nothing lying beneath the surface - just a kiss. His hands slid around your back and upwards, pulling you impossibly closer. Your hands found purchase on his large biceps, squeezing as he drew you nearer.

Like in the movies, you felt an instant spark. Little electrical pulses all over your lips, your cheeks, and wherever he touched you. His hands seemed to be made for you. They seemed to know exactly how to hold you, how to caress you, and how to make you forget all except him and this moment.

And all too quickly, he was pulling away from you. He looked down at you with gentle eyes, a small quirk of his lips. You stared back up at him with your mouth hanging open ever so slightly. He brought his hand up and swept his thumb over your bottom lip. You almost had to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the mild ache that warmed your core.

Bradley let out a soft chuckle and opened the door for you. Like earlier, he helped you into the Bronco and then got in himself. He started the vehicle and started driving away from the restaurant. Your mind swam with the possibilities. He could be your father, but you wanted him. You wanted him to be the man in your life. Just from this one little encounter. You were sure you wanted him.

It really was like the movies.

You noticed eventually that you were nowhere near your apartment, or his. In fact, San Diego wasn’t around you at all. You’d traveled north, and then west. To a small little shopping center away from town. You looked at Bradley curiously and he met your gaze as if on cue.

“I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he said coolly. “I’m taking you to the beach. But you need a bathing suit. And, honestly, so do I.” He grinned at you and pulled into a parking spot. Just great! He was already blowing his money on you. Part of you felt guilty, but the other part of you - the part that was still listening to your friend - wanted to see this all through.

He pulled you into a store that sold probably the most revealing swimsuits for the most outrageous prices. You cringed every time you looked at a price tag even though Bradley had assured you nothing was too expensive. Finally, after looking at a one-piece suit that was anything but “one piece,” you pulled Bradley to you.

“I cannot let you spend this kind of money on such little fabric, Bradley,” you pleaded. He simply smiled down at you and nodded.

“I understand completely,” he looked around at the options and narrowed his eyes. “Let me find something worthwhile then.” He kissed your cheek and walked off to search for a suit for you. Dumbfounded, you stood back and watched for a second. Then, without even thinking, you started looking for one for him to wear. Like some kind of girlfriend would.

You picked up a red pair of trunks, the shorter kind that have come into style recently. You weren’t sure if these would make him look younger or just plain silly. You didn’t really care, though, you wanted him to wear them. You figured this would be a good color on him.

When he eventually found you again, he had his hands behind his back. A shit-eating grin on his face, you’d notice. You held up the trunks you’d chosen for him, a small smile on your face.

“How are these?” You asked sweetly. He nodded in approval and then brought a one piece suit out from behind his back.

Your eyes bugged out of your head when you saw it - bright red, just like the trunks you’d chosen for him.

You let out a genuine laugh and smiled up at him. He pulled you in for a quick kiss before taking the trunks from you and walking to the register to pay. You followed behind him but quickly tucked yourself against his side at the counter. He’d picked up a pair of aviators for you, a couple of towels, and some sunblock. Once he paid, he took your hand and led you out of the shop.

“Let’s change into these before we head out. I wanna get right into it when we get to the beach,” he handed you the swimsuit and gently pushed you in the direction of the bathroom. He went to the men’s room to change, and you changed as instructed.

When you arrived at the beach, you were in awe at how gorgeous the scenery was. Not a person in sight, either. Perfect, you thought. Bradley hauled you to the sand like a little kid and laughed at your protests.

“The water is fine! Come on, let me see that suit I got you.” He pinched your sides and tickled you into submission. You shoved him off of you with a wheezing laugh and tore your clothes off to reveal the swimsuit. His eyes traveled down your body in a very uncharacteristically obvious way.

“Wow, sweetheart,” he grunted. “Red is definitely your color.” He took his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He was surprisingly muscular for someone his age. It added to his charm, you decided, that he was able to stay in such great shape. “How about me? Red a good color on me? Someone my age?”

“Yeah, actually. Those make you look at least ten years younger,” you teased. He laughed and watched you take off towards the water. He followed behind you and let his feet get wet from the waves.

You, on the other hand, were the young sprite who was going deeper into the water. You let the water lap at your thighs before traveling out a little further. The cool water felt amazing on your skin, even better with the sun beating down on you. You closed your eyes and let the waves rock you from side to side. You surely could get used to this.

You suddenly felt hands on your hips, a firm grip. You jumped slightly before turning around to come face-to-face with Bradley. The sun made his eyes sparkle just as you’d predicted in the restaurant. You looked at the age on his face and sigh softly. It’s not as obvious in the sun. Not something you expected.

“You forgot something,” he said softly. He propped the pair of aviators he bought on your face and gently pushed them up the bridge of your nose. He poked the tip of your nose with a boyish grin. “Perfect.”

“You’re gonna let me get a sunburn, too?” You chide with a poke to his ribs.

“Oh, never,” he said with a scandalized look on his face. “Here, turn back around.” He produced the bottle of sunscreen and smirked.

You turned around without hesitation. You felt his hands all over your back as he spread the sunscreen around your skin. He rubbed up and over your shoulders, kissing them gently when he was finished. He traced your spine on the open back of the swimsuit he bought you. You shivered ever so slightly when his hands brushed your skin so gently. He worked the sunscreen into your neck before gently turning you back around and working it over your collarbone. You saw the hesitation in his eyes when he went to drag his fingers lower, but your lack of protest replaced his hesitation with determination. He massaged the sunscreen into the swell of your breasts slowly. Your breath caught in your throat at the touch. The familiar ache between your legs returning.

He moved on to your arms and the tops of your ears. He then put a silly little stripe of it on the bridge of your nose, making you giggle. You took the bottle from him and repeated the gesture on him. He grinned proudly and pulled you close again. His lips crashed onto yours in a hungry kiss, more intimate than the last.

You knew then that you could get used to this.

You grinned widely and charged at Bradley, jumping into his arms. He laughed and caught you with ease, spinning you around as you wrapped your legs around him. He playfully tipped you backwards so your hair brushed the water. Your squeal of excitement rang out clear as day, making him smile brighter than you’d seen.

He pulled you back up and you buried your face in his neck. His skin was slick with sweat and sunscreen, and he smelled still like the subtle cologne he wore. He held you securely against him, never daring to drop you.

You pulled your head back and kissed him again. It came easier now, kissing him. It was more exciting, less anxiety-inducing. You liked the way the walls had been dropped and the affections came easier. He gladly kissed you back, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. A soft, more needy than intended whimper left your lips at that.

Instead of scaring him away, it only spurred Bradley on. His hands cupped your rear possessively and he carried you back to shore. And you knew where it would go from there.

He set you down on one of the towels and crawled over you. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he explored your skin with his mouth. Your hands slid up and into his hair, whining softly as he ravaged you with that perfect, experienced mouth.

“I need you to know, sweetheart,” he grunted. “This isn’t a one-off.” You tilted your head, sweat on your brow.

“I’m going to take you out, bring you home, make you mine,” he explained further. “I’m not ready to let you go yet. I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay,” you breathed. “I’m not ready to let you go yet either.”

“Good,” he said before kissing down your stomach, dangerously close to your aching cunt. “Because I don’t want to go too fast.” He kissed back up your stomach and to your lips.

A pitiful little moan left your lips in protest. He chuckled softly and looked down at you.

“We have time,” he said simply. You wrapped your arms around him and laughed softly. His lips connected with your collarbone before he lifted you back up.

“Let’s order something and eat dinner here. Sound good?” He suggested. You nodded with a grin, kissing his cheek. As he was busy ordering something for dinner, you looked down at your phone for the first time since that morning. You opened it up and looked at your conversation with Bradley on the app. You bit your lip and closed the app. Then you took a leap.

You deleted the app.

Bradley was the only one you cared about among the list of men you’d chatted with. And in a stupidly short amount of time, you started picturing yourself with this man. This real man. He turned to you and smiled as he spoke on the phone with the place he was ordering from. The look on his face when he looked at you was enough. This, eating dinner on a secluded beach, was enough.

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gtgbabie0 · 10 months

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Hello! Hope you're having a good day.

How about Leon with a fem s/o who never asks for anything because she comes from a not so fortunate family, so she's used to being on a tight budget. She feels guilty and selfish if she catches herself wanting something and Leon notices and it breaks his heart, so he takes matters into his own hands.

Feel free to ignore this if you don't like it. Thanks either way!

-Leon Kennedy x reader

Hope this is okay, Enjoy my angels!! 💕💕

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You’ve never liked asking for anything and it was even tiny things, if anyone were to offer you anything you'd always reply with a thankful no. It continued on through your life, only getting worse and now whenever you get paid you hardly ever treat yourself to anything nice, and if you do, well, the guilt that wedges itself into your chest is far too much to handle.

Leon noticed it early on in your relationship, whenever you’d stare at anything in the shops with a soft smile, only to frown and walk away as if you were cursing yourself for wanting anything.

He hated to see you go through so much mental turmoil, fighting over yourself for wanting anything that wasn't deemed 'Important' or on the shopping list. Leon wasn't even allowed to buy you things, despite having the money to do so, you would just tell him that expensive gifts are saved for birthdays and other special occasions.

He wasn't a big fan of that rule, often telling you that it was silly and that he should be able to spoil you because you're his girl and in return, you just wave him off with a soft chuckle.

You've always been like this, and habits are hard to break especially when they're tied in so deeply with your emotions, but there are only so many times Leon can stand to see the disappointment in your eyes as you walk away from something that is so clearly calling your name.

"Come on Leon, we've still gotta get something for Jill- she deserves it for getting the job," you tell him, hooking your arm with his big one as you lead him away from the pretty necklace that was on sale.

He watches with a soft frown as you glance at the window once more before pulling out the shopping list he wrote this morning, "Angel, you should just bu-" he doesn't finish his sentence before you're already brushing him off.

"No it's fine- we've already got a list as long as my arm." you giggle, taking his hand in your own as you both walk into one of the many stores, "I don't really need it," you tell him with a soft almost dismissive smile.

There's an odd feeling that builds up within him, one that sits stubbornly in his chest as you go about buying things from the small list you have, and it only worsens when you both pass the jewellery shop again. It hurts to know you won't let yourself have things that you so desperately want, how you treat everything as if it were a guilty pleasure.

Leon helps you pack the car, his hand settling against your hip as he passes you the last bag, "Hey sweetheart, you go back to the car I'll be one minute" he says pressing a kiss to your forehead before jogging off, not letting you have the time to ask where it is exactly he's going.

By the time he comes back, you're already sitting in the car waiting as you text Jill about her new job, which seems to be going great.

"What'dya get?" you ask, looking over at him as he starts the car, glancing over at you with a smile, one of those Kennedy smiles that mean nothing but bad news.

He takes your hand within his pulling your hand up to his lips as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles, "You'll see" he smiles letting go of your hand as he pulls out of the car park.

You're immediately full of dread at his words, "Leon" You groan dragging out his name and he does nothing but chuckle at you.

"Don't worry baby" he says with a playful glint in his eyes.

You spend the rest of the afternoon racking your mind about this silly 'surprise' Leon had been hiding from you. The pair of you have already finished unpacking everything and now you were sitting on the sofa as the afternoon sun begins to set, the tv playing some random movie as Leon comes in with both hands behind his back and that look in his eyes.

"Oh god," you mumble under your breath as you sit up, crisscrossed on the couch as he takes a seat next to you.

"Alright sweet girl, close your eyes for me" he smiles as you listen to him, closing them with slight apprehension, he places the small box in your hands as he watches you look down at the box, tears in your eyes as it hits you.

Leon rests his hand on your knee as you open it with a soft gasp, the beautiful necklace you had seen in the shop window now in your palms.

"Leon, I- this is too much" you whisper, an abundance of guilt building up in your chest as it sinks in. "I don't deserve it" You don't try to hide the quiver in your voice as you wipe the tears away.

"What? Don't deserve it?" he inches closer to you as he wipes your tears away, letting your head fall to his shoulder whilst his hand soothes against your back letting you cry into his shirt, he calms your cries down with sweet endearments.

"Y/n?" he whispers your name so sweetly that it almost stops the pain in your chest, "Talk to me, sweetness?"

"You'll think it's silly" he tucks your hair behind your ear, shaking his head.

"I won't, I promise." he holds your hand as you let out a deep breath.

He waits ever so patiently as his thumb rubs along your knuckles, the gentleness in his eyes makes you spill all your feelings, and he listens so intently. "I haven't done anything to deserve it, I haven't got a promotion or anything like that, so why?" Leon thinks his heart might just break as the words leave you.

"Because you wanted it, and that should be enough baby," he says with a kiss to the top of your head. "Let me spoil my girl" he smiles at the teary giggle that falls from your lips.

"I know you're right, it's just hard," you tell him sitting up as he takes the necklace from its place in the small, grey box. Leon lets out a sympathetic hum as he hands you the pretty piece of jewellery.

He watches as you study it and there's a look in your eyes, beyond the tears that warms his chest, "I know baby, but we'll get there, yeah?" you nod with a small sniffle. Leon nods at you as you put it on, clasping it before pulling at the chain to make it settle around your neck more comfortably.

You smile at him with a sudden bashful feeling that barges through your chest, he takes your hand as he pulls you to sit on his lap. "You're so beautiful" he smiles, littering kisses along your jaw and trailing down to your neck as he nuzzles his nose against you.

You giggle at him as your thread your fingers through his soft hair. Looking down at the necklace as his supplies lips leave gentle kisses along your collarbones before leaning back to admire it, the way the light reflects off of the pendant, "I think it was made for you angel" he says laughing as you roll your eyes.

Leon makes you forget about the guilt, his bright smile and eyes full of admiration seem to snuff the feeling out and for now, it's enough. And with time you won't feel so selfish at the mere thought of wanting, and that's a promise Leon makes to himself.

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atimeofyourlife · 3 months

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A love written in the stars

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: Valentine's Day | rated: t | wc: 850 Steve always had bad experiences with Valentine's Day. Eddie makes him change his mind.

Steve had always hated Valentine's Day. Ever since he was a little kid. Because his early- only- experiences with it was an attempt to buy another's love. His father would always go overboard, showering his mother with attention and love and expensive gifts. Buying her love and loyalty for another year before going back to his mistresses by the end of the week. So by the time he was old enough to understand Valentine's Day, he already had a strong distaste for it.

Once he was old enough to start 'dating' it all fell on him. From when he was twelve, if he was even vaguely involved with a girl he was expected to get her a card and flowers or chocolates. Even when there was nothing more between them than holding hands at lunch and maybe a kiss on the cheek. He'd be lucky to get a scribbled note in return.

Once he was in high school and actually interested in dating and girls, Valentine's Day started to feel very transactional. He would put in cards and flowers and dates with expensive gifts, and he would get affection and maybe sex in return. But he knew deep down if he didn't go all out with it, they wouldn't be interested. Most of the girls around him wanted an experience they could brag about, not anything with commitment.

With Nancy it felt different. He knew she wouldn't want anything too big and out there. So he had a card and a single rose for her at school, with a candle lit dinner that he'd made that evening, with a full bunch of roses. A sweet date without any expectations for the evening. She'd got him a card and some chocolates in return. The date seemed to go well, but as the evening went on, Nancy started to pull away, the grief of losing Barb eating at her from the inside, making her feel guilty for doing something that Barb would never get to do. So the evening ended early with him comforting her and then dropping her home early. He knew it wasn't her fault, that she was suffering and struggling with her trauma, and he didn't blame her for the evening not going the way he'd planned it. But, when he got home to see the half eaten dinner that he'd worked so hard on, he couldn't help feeling that there was something inherently bad about Valentine's Day. It felt like it was almost cursed for him.

The years after Nancy didn't get any better. He tried to stay away from the spending a lot of money style of Valentine's plans, and focused more on the romantic, meaningful style dates. But once his dates realized he wasn't going to be showering them with expensive gifts, they lost interest. Often making excuses to leave before the date had run it's natural course. It made him want to just give up on Valentine's Day.

But then Eddie happened. Neither of them mentioned any plans for Valentine's Day. Steve was thinking of treating it just like any other day. Get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner together, have sex, then fall asleep. And to start with, Eddie seemed to have the same idea. The day started normal, a lazy morning make out session before they both had to hurry to be ready to leave on time for work.

When Steve got home, the table was scattered with folded paper stars. He didn't know what to make of it. He was so caught up in it, he didn't notice Eddie coming up behind him until his eyes were covered.

"You weren't supposed to be home just yet. No peeking." Eddie said, steering Steve into the bedroom and pushing him down onto the bed. "Now stay here until I call you."

Steve didn't get a chance to reply before Eddie had left the room again.

He wasn't alone for long before Eddie came back to him. "It's ready now."

Steve followed Eddie back to the kitchen. Plates already on the table with what looked like take out from their favorite restaurant. The room lit only by the star shaped lights that had been hung all over the kitchen.

"Ed's, I-" Steve didn't know what to say. He just wasn't used to a partner making an effort for Valentine's Day.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I wanted us to eat under the stars, but it's too cold to eat outside, so this is the next best thing." "I. I love it." Steve choked out, unsure what else to say.

"And each one of these stars," Eddie picked one of the paper stars up, holding it between his thumb and finger, "is to remind you how much I love you. I know you don't have great experiences with Valentine's Day. But every time you feel like you deserved the way all those girls treated you. Open one of the stars. Each one has a message inside, reminding you that you are so loved."

Steve couldn't help the tears that were welling up. "I love you."

the paper stars are these origami wishing stars:

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddieholidaydrabbles #atimeofyourwrites #writers block and burnout have been kicking my ass recently so I am super surprised I managed to do this

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marcellaasblog · 10 months

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My Maid.

Modern Eddie x female reader

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Eddie munson x maid reader

Summary: You needed the extra money really bad. Your best friend Sidney shows you a way she makes money and how you can too,but there is a dirty little twist to this job.

Warnings for whole series:angst,smut, fluff,alcohol, smoking,p in v, daddy kink,digrating kink, pervert Eddie, insecure reader,dom Eddie,shy reader, jealous Eddie, Sidney is two face.(I believe that's all)

Author's notes: If their is incorrect spelling I'm truly sorry and I will fix it when I get a chance to.

Part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5

Part 1

Since moving to a big city money has been tight. your best friend let you move in with her knowing that you,her childhood best friend, was struggling with financial things.

She understands your struggles. She was once there too when she decided to move away from her parents.

Sidney's apartment was beautiful. It had so much open space, so many windows and beautiful views coming from the balcony.

Damn must be fucken expensive.

You didn't know how the hell she could ever afford this place living in such an expensive city. You didn't wanna be a bother and ask her but you needed to know. Maybe she could help you.

You felt bad that she was spending so much money on you.you also felt like shit that you couldn't afford anything or even pay her back cause she never let you. she was like your little sugar Mama spending as much as she wants on you. She never complained or made you feel bad about your low income situation. She wanted to help you but she didn't want to scare you off or make you look at her in a different way. She waited for you to ask ,she knows you're curious on how the hell she can afford all this shit. So she wanted to wait but she didn't know how long she can hold it in for.

You both came back from a girls night. That was the most fun you ever had. Sideny didn't let you pay for anything you even asked if you could leave a tip but nope she didn't let you again for the millionth time.

You made it back to her penthouse safely holding y'all's hills in your hands.

"There you go your home now sid" You tell as you lay her tired body on the sofa.

"Thank you so much for keeping me safe babe." She slurred as she slowly sit up on her couch

You put your purses on the countertop as you drop yours and sindy's hills by the front door.

"No problem, it's the least I can do, since you keep on spending money on me." You giggle heading to her refrigerator to grab both of y'all water.

"Y/n for the last time stop feeling bad I don't mind spending money on you,you're my best friend plus I'm not going to let you struggle. What kind of friend would I be to do such a thing like that to you?" She pokes her chest.

"I know sid I just feel shitty right now,I can't find a place to afford I have no money to my fucken name because I HAVE NO JOB!" Sidney's eyes widened at your sudden meltdown,you didn't mean to scream at her but everything was just piling up on you all at once you let your Insecurities take over your thoughts.

Sidney huff as she slowly walks over to you grabbing the water bottle out of your hand setting them down on the island. She brings you into a hug feeling tension all over your body as she hears your little sobs coming from you as you apologize to her.

She wasn't gonna let you feel like this anymore she hates seeing you cry.

"Y/n look at me."she asked as you slowly rose your Head away from her shoulder. She saw how red your face was and how red your eyes were.

"Look I can help you okay but you got to promise me to not judge me or look at me in a different way okay?" You nod at Sidney as she wipes your tears away.

"The reason I can afford shit and have all this crap is because I run a little business,well it's something like that but it pays good and it keeps me on my feet."

"Are you a drug dealer?" You asked, she giggled at your confused face expression."

"Oh god no, it didn't work out the first time.' she said sarcastically, making you giggle.

"Wait really?"

"NO! I ju- nevermind look what I do in something different."

"Are you a sex worker?"

"JESUS,let me finish lady!."

"Sorry, continue , please."

"Thank you!,like I said it's way different but it pays well but you have to be comfortable doing this okay because you might attract a couple of freaks. You gotta be careful." Sidney takes a deep breath letting her mind turn off so she can continue.

"I'm a topless maid."

You look at her as if she had a third eye."A fucken WHAT?"

"A topless maid." She bit her inner cheek.

"So you're telling me you go to to people's houses and get paid to have your tittie's out while you clean,is that what I'm hearing?"

She nods her head " yeah pretty much."

"So your telling me I can have my tittie's out and some old fucks will pay me?" You are stunned how the hell have you never heard of this before.

"Yup."

"Wow, that 's something new." You flabbergasted

You can see the worry on her face as she looks up at you."Hey I'm not judging you it's just I never heard of it that's all.

"Yeah it's not really spoken about as much,but hey it makes you hell of money."

"How much money are we talking about?" You're in your investigation mode trying to get out all the good secrets from your friend.

"It depends. I charge my client $300 an hour.

"$300 an- BITCH WHAT $300 A FUCKEN HOUR TO CLEAN WITH YOU TITS OUT!"

"yup people love tits what can I say." You needed to know how the hell she did it and you weren't gonna waste your time.

"Teach me." She smirked at you,as she leaned on her refrigerator Crossing her arm on her chest."

"Really!?"

"God yes I need the money at this point I'll do anything, maybe even become a stripper or a fucken drug dealer for all I care." She bites her lip trying to hide her excitement.

"Great, then it's settled. I'll take you to my 2 o'clock appointment I have and show you how it's done." You're excited but a little frightened.

"Gross I don't wanna see your tittie's Sidney."

"Oh calm down you're just going to be there for training and then if you like what I'm doing we can start you off with something small."

"Oh okay cool yeah then I'll go." Sidney up and down and excited.

"Hell yeah, let's make you some money girl."

"Yeah yeah, let's get to bed already then,it's almost 4 in the morning." She groans forgetting she had to wake up early.

"Fuck you right,i forgot I had an early shift.I swear if I wake up with a bad hangover Eddie is gonna be pissed that I had to reschedule again and he is annoying as it is idon't need his bickering again" She makes a groaning noise grabbing her purse and water you make sure the doors are closed and locked and the windows are covered. You both walk into the hallway ready to separate into your rooms.

Sidney stops you before you can open your room, her guest bedroom.

"Hey y/n." She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not judging me,it feels nice to be appreciated for what I do." You smile at your friend.

"Hey I would never judge you as long as you're happy about what you do there is no judgment here." She wraps her hands around your frame giving you a big squeeze.

"Thank you y/n,that means a lot." You kiss the top of her head melting into her huge.

'`No problem, but get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning.'

"Alrighty, I love you y/n."

"I love you too ,sleep well." She smiled at you as she skipped into her room almost falling on her face. you laugh as you enter your room.

You asked yourself if you really wanna do this.

Was being topless worth the money Sidney was making.

Hell yeah it was, and you weren't gonna miss this opportunity

You never know, maybe you will like it .

Your just hoping that this Eddie guy isn't some wired old pervert.

But only tomorrow could tell.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #my maid

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gatitties · 4 months

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Heyyy, I was wondering if you could do Dad! Sanzu x teen! Daughter! Reader where she has an eating disorder due to not feeling any control over anything that happens in her life since Sanzu is addicted and stuff and Sanzu finding out and how he reacts and what he does to help her! Tyy

─Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader (platonic)

─Summary: your life begins to fall apart because of your father's addictions, but it's never too late to get back on track.

─Warnings: drugs, alcoholism, a little angst?

─ Your bad eating habits began just as Sanzu began with his addiction, a spiral of unfavorable events in which you found yourself dragged.

─ At first it wasn't that noticeable, since you were able to control some aspects of your life without a father present, however, it was too much pressure for a teenager.

─ You didn't have to be the one to pay attention to payroll and housing payments, to electricity, water, and food expenses, even though Sanzu brought an exaggerated amount of money, if he didn't know how to distribute it it wouldn't be of any use.

─ Not to mention that you had to take care of cleaning the house and the studies, counting on helping your father whenever he came home drunk.

─ Stress and lack of attention made you change all your life patterns, insomnia and nutritional deficiencies, you felt that you were only living so that your only family would not fade away, since despite everything you loved your father and you always tried to get him to at least leave the world of drugs, it was too late to leave crime, especially if it was his main source of income.

─ And honestly, Sanzu wouldn't have realized how emaciated you looked until some of your uncles, more specifically, the Haitani brothers, pointed it out.

─ It was a slap in the face for your father, all the drunkenness left his body when he came home and saw you awake just a couple of hours before your classes started, you were doing the homework that you had not been able to do because you were busy with other things.

─ You were scared when you felt him hug you, crying on your shoulder while he apologized between incomprehensible babbling due to his condition.

─ You consoled him with a few pats on the head, making it clear that you didn't hate him but the bad habits and environments he moved through.

─ He promised you to control himself, he promised you to take care of all those things that you shouldn't take care of at this age, he promised you to be a better father for you.

─ Although the change did not happen immediately, and the absence was still noticeable in the house, you did not have to control the money again to keep everything in order, you did not have to make the purchase on your own.

─ Sanzu began to leave notes around the house, since because of his work he couldn't always be with you, he made sure that you were well fed, if he had time before leaving, he would leave you breakfast or lunch prepared, if he couldn't, he would ask Kakucho to stop by the house to give you some food and ask you how you are doing in class.

─ He cut short his time in brothels and cut off some bad relationships to spend more quality time with you.

─ He made sure you rested properly, even forbidding you from doing tasks as simple as washing the dishes.

─ He doesn't want to see you as bad as that time again, it seemed like you didn't even think, that you were an automated robot to do essential things, the drug was not only consuming him, but also his loved ones and he didn't want to experience that again.

─ Of course, quitting an addiction is not something he can do overnight, but he would take the time he needed so that at least you could live a normal adolescence and life, away from all the shit he had at his back.

#tr #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x reader #dad!sanzu #bonten!sanzu #fem reader #platonic reader #sanzu x platonic reader #daughter!reader #sfw #tokyo revengers x platonic reader #reader insert #request

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gyusimp · 5 months

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modern Gyutaro x reader (fluff) who has like A TON of money and spends it on buying him things he always wanted/surprising him with a little too much presents.

°•Gyutaro x Rich reader Headcanons•°

I wrote this on a break at work and I just realized that you actually requested a Modern AU and I didn't remember �� pls forgive me, if you want other headcanons in a Modern AU please let me know and I'll fix my mistake but don't hate me lol

• You were the daughter of a great businessman in Japan, there were not many wealthy people at this time so everyone who knew who your father was treated you with immense respect, worthy of royalty. Your dad is a businessman looking to expand his income in several branches, not just one, so when he had the crazy idea of opening a tea house in the Yoshiwara Entertainment District everything was a success just like his other businesses.

• You had an entrepreneurial spirit just like him, so instead of settling for the allowances you received from him, you preferred to get to work and help him in each of his new businesses no matter what it was and thus generate your own profits at his side and his new success in Yoshiwara was no exception.

• You helped manage the house and organize the girls who worked there. Everything was very normal until after a few months you found out that there was a rumor of a creature that sneaked through the walls of brothels to steal pretty girls and turn them into its food. You didn't believe this children's story until one night you were face to face with that creepy creature with jutting bones, messy greenish hair, an imposing gaze and a merciless smile. The way you begged for your life before him seemed interesting and very different from what he was used to seeing so you awakened something inside him that made him let you live.

• Eventually you returned to see him again and again until with each of his visits the fear faded and you were able to slowly trust the other until you formed the strangest friendship you had ever had.

• Gyutaro was the Upper Moon 06, at first you didn't understand it but he explained how everything worked. You told him about you and he about him until the bond between the two of you grew closer and closer. Knowing more about Gyutaro and the shortcomings he had in his past made you feel the need to give him absolutely everything that he was deprived of in his human life, both material and emotional.

• His affectionate greetings towards you increased and made your and his heart race, every time he came you gave him things like expensive outfits to show him how handsome he was, pretty haoris to cover him from the cold and complete collections of books so that he might have a new hobby, even very expensive fragrances that he would never wear.

• All of this overwhelmed Gyutaro and made him think that you were a bit stupid wasting all your money like that. Not so much about wasting those things on a demon because someone like Douma would maybe use all those gifts, but about wasting your money on someone as insignificant and unpleasant as him. You noticed that he didn't reject your gifts at first but then he started to "forget" them after his visits and that made you feel a little bad. You asked him if he didn't like the color of that shirt or if it wasn't his size, if that perfume didn't match him or something like that and there he told you to stop wasting your money on him.

• It was new for him to receive so much attention from someone, positive attention and it confused him a lot but in the end he managed to explain everything to you and in the end you felt a little more relieved.

• You wanted to win over Gyutaro because you were starting to like him but you didn't want him to be misinterpreted as if you wanted to buy him, you were just someone who was very thoughtful with the people you loved and your pocketbook allowed you to give very unique gifts. But now you had to go a little slower so as not to overwhelm Gyutaro, so you would save the exaggerated and expensive gifts for later, although you couldn't help but give the boy a beautiful bouquet of flowers every time he came to see you and paint a noticeable blush all over his face when you handed it to him.

#gyutaro x reader #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Gyutarofluff

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sapphicvalentines · 1 month

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☆Baby, the stars shine bright☆pt1

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

fluff,wlw

Frilly pink dresses,strawberry cakes,sunny days,classical music and tea times made you the happiest being alive but again,your happiness only relied on external things because deep inside you felt rotten. But at least it was better than feeling totally empty right?

Everytime you felt horrible about yourself you'd think of your parents.

Your dad was rejected by his gang because he could never hold a gun properly (he would cry in vain after shooting someone) and your mother heartlessly cheated on your dad with her gynecologist right after you were born.

Your mom had crossed boundaries and you assumed it was hereditary when you started to gaslight your dad for money so you could build your dream closet.

"My best friend is in the terminal stage of this very rare, deadly disease."

You looked away, pretending to drop tears, not just because of the act but also because guilt was slowly enveloping you. You continued with your fake emotional tone, "She's so young, but she looks so tired and sick. Fortunately, the doctors found a cure."

This statement made your father stop crying and cover his mouth in surprise. He believed every single word coming out of your mouth.

"And they have to perform a surgery that will cost-" It was like a reflex; your dad burst into tears again before handing you 2000 bucks. It wasn't to save your imaginary friend from the disease but to fuel your will to live. You covered your smile with your hand before taking the money and thanking your dad, already imagining the kind of dress you would buy.

The next day, you woke up before your alarm went off, not wasting a second to go to your favorite place.

You walked all the way from home, which was in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to the train station.

You wished you lived in Tokyo because then you wouldn't have to add the cost of the train ticket to your expenses, allowing you to spend all your money on dresses. But going there once every month prevented you from emptying your wallet every day, so it wasn't all bad.

Relief hit you when you arrived at the train station early. You took a seat, but then you heard people screaming and arguing from afar.

It was your dad doing his 'new' job after leaving his gang. You thought you were good at gaslighting him, but he was certainly better. He was selling fake luxury brand clothes to a group of oblivious people, arguing with him to get a 90% discount. No matter how stubborn you are, you don't think you could ever fool an entire group of people. It made you wonder how your dad believed all of your made-up stories in the first place.

Little did you know, the dress you bought that day would be the last one you bought with your father's money. Karma got both you and your father, almost bankrupting him. The old gang your father was in denounced his actions, leaving him with no job and no money to fund your wardrobe.

When you looked at the fake luxury clothes in your hands, you wondered how people even fell for this. It was just basic white t-shirts with a brand name; not even your alter ego could like this.

But to your biggest surprise, the scam your father had pulled off hadn't reached everyone's ears. Luckily, you soon received a letter that looked like it was written by an 8-year-old:

"Hi, I saw your big tracksuits when I was walking by the city, but there were too many people buying everything. I was wondering if you still have some left for me. Wait for me at your house at 8 am."

And so you did. You stood at your front door, waiting for the child to arrive. You convinced your father to keep his fake clothes for whatever reason, so you could continue what he was doing in secret.

All you had to do was sell fake luxury clothes to afford your dream ones. With no gang to ever snitch on you, you could set your own prices and stop depending on your dad's money.

You spotted a motocycle and squinted your eyes when the person riding drove towards your home

Was it one of the childs parents ?

The person drove closer blowing some dust before parking their motocycle next to your home, they didnt even wear a helmet for security

You realised she was a girl when the dust disappeared but she didnt look like a mother at all

You didnt realise you were staring that long until the auburn girl came up to you and told you to stop

"hey, I told you im looking for the seller where is he ?" her deep commanding voice made you remind the letter, it wasnt an actual child's writing,she was just writing like a child !

"he's not here, but I'm taking his role,"you said the auburn girl looked you up and down inspecting your elegant lolita dress.She was blocking the sun, so you couldn't clearly see her facial features.

"are you messing with me?" You could see her features better when her face got closer to yours, attempting to intimidate you. She didn't believe you, even though she had no idea those clothes were fake. She turned her face away to spit on the ground, and you noticed golden writing on her large jacket's sleeve.

This girl was definitely part of a gang, you thought.

"stop spitting," you retorted in disagreement with her behavior. It was obvious she was doing all this to let people know she's not playing around, but still...

She raised an eyebrow at you, a bit surprised. But before she could do or say anything, you carelessly opened the front door of your home, which was about to turn into a place of business.

#ellie williams #ellie fluff #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #mini series #Spotify

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smut-slut69 · 8 months

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Princess

Summary: Chishiya had never liked you. Often times, he was forced to hang out with you as your parents were sure you were meant for each other, or that was the cover up for you all’s marriage earning them a lot of money. The last thing he wanted was to marry you. He thought you were smug and annoying, he couldn’t stand you. So why was seeing you on someone elses arm at your parents annual charity gala giving him feelings dangerously close to jealousy.

Words: 2.4k Pairing: Chishiya x !Fem!Reader Kinktober 2023|Day 2~Face Fucking

You were really fucking annoying. You just had to wear the tightest fucking dress he had ever seen you in, your curls perfect around your stupidly pretty face. Tonight you two were supposed to spend the night together to make your parents happy. You both agreed to it in hopes to stop their constant nagging about when you would get together.

Which would never happen.

But you had the audacity to walk in hanging on another guy´s arm, and it just had to be fucking Niragi.

Niragi was the son of his own father´s rival business, which in turn meant him and Niragi were born to hate each other.

Safe to say his whole night had been absolutely fucking ruined. He spent most of his time at the bar, attempting to drown the weird feeling in his stomach with expensive wine he knew wouldn’t give him anything but a small buzz.

The small buzz did provide some sort of solace. But of course you had to ruin it by bothering him. Planting yourself far too close to him.

“The hell do you want, princess” he sneered.

“You know a lot of people take offence to that name, especially when it's clearly meant to be derogatory” you said. You weren’t one of them, you kind of enjoyed the way it rolled off his tongue. But you would never admit that.

Chishiya stared at you unimpressed and you rolled your eyes, “Wow, rude much, I can’t say Hi now”

“We don´t like each other, why would you want to say hi” he sighed as you sat on the bar stool next to him. You snatched his wine glass, swirling the sweet red you knew that he was drinking before sipping some yourself. “Yeah, but usually we get shit-faced on wine and at least pretend to like each other.” you pouted.

His face stayed neutral, even though you had taken his drink right from him. “Don’t you have a date to get back to” he sneered.

You looked at him before bursting out laughing, “Aww, are you jealous?”.

When he didn’t answer, you calmed yourself down, realizing he wasn’t laughing with you, but instead looking down to the floor. Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh my god, you actually are”

He shook his head, pushing out of his chair and away from you. He stepped out of the ballroom, determined to find an empty room somewhere in your parent's huge hotel to ignore you in. To his great annoyance, you had followed him.

“Is it because I brought Niragi, I knew he would piss you off but not this bad” you talked, surprisingly fast on your heels.

He thanked the stars he had finally found a room, but of course, he was too late to close the door on you.

“I couldn’t bring him along, he literally gave me the best dick ever, shit was huge, it would have been rude not to bring him” you confessed.

His blood boiled, he was angry, he shouldn’t have been mad, the thought of you moaning over someone's dick shouldn’t have had him stiffening in his slacks and he shouldn't have felt a pang of jealousy because he wasn't the one making you moan. This was all too much.

“Go away, princess”

“Why? Is it because I said his dick was big? Sorry Chishiya, not everyone can be as fortunate as him. It’s okay if it's small” you chuckled.

Chishiya looked at you angrily, his usual poker face finally fading, he was getting sick of you and your shit.

“Shut up Y/n” he gritted.

You smiled which frustrated him even more, “It’s okay, some girls really do prefer it small, I´m just not one of them” you sneered. Your smirk flew off your face when a stronger-than-expected hand slammed your frame against the wall.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up” he spoke.

The room went quiet and the air filled with an unsure silence. Your eyes had widened at his words, and you had been rendered silent. But you found your words soon.

“If you really had it in you, you would make me shut up” you whispered, a playful glint in your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, fingers tracing to your neck, hands squeezing lightly over your throat. You stared at him as his face closed in on yours, coming so close that his lips brushed ever so slightly against yours, “I can’t fucking stand you” he mumbled.

The kiss he gave you was far too sweet coming from somebody that ‘couldn’t fucking stand you’. His lips were softer than you thought they would be and he was an annoyingly good kisser. Your knees buckled when he fastened his pace, licking over your bottom lip to push his tongue in your mouth. You placed a tentative hand on his chest, feeling lightheaded in so many ways from him.

All too soon, Chishiya pulled away from you with a firm grasp still strong on your neck. His other hand trailed to your thigh, making you yelp as he pulled you against him. This way you were able to feel him, and god you were so wrong, it felt way bigger than expected.

“You feel that,” he muttered in your ear. “Is it as small as you think”

Oh, you were definitely wrong, but you couldn't let him know that. “I don’t know, I’m sure Niragi was bigger,” you spoke breathlessly.

That really made Chishiya mad, he showed no care for you as he shoved you onto your knees roughly. You huffed as you hit the floor, knees burning from the rough texture of the carpet. His grip on your neck went to your ponytail, holding it roughly. He forced your head backward so you would look up at him.

“Hmm, maybe we should put that pretty mouth of yours to better use. You think my dick is small, let’s see how well you can take it” he laughed.

Your hole clenched at his words, your panties were absolutely soaked, and all he had done was kiss you.

“I-I’d never thought I’d hear that, fuck, that’s hot” you whimpered as you watched him pull down the zipper of his pants painfully slow with his free hand.

“Why do you look so excited, wasn’t Niragi’s cock bigger” he taunted.

You opened your mouth, a retort hot on your tongue before you went silent, how could you not at the view in front of you? Chishiya had pulled down his pants along with his underwear, stepping out of them. Usually, Chishiya was all talk and no bite, but he really wasn’t lying.

He was huge. You had never actually seen Niragi’s cock, it was just fun to tease Chishiya. That was why you brought Niragi there in the first place. You were no virgin, you had taken dick plenty of times before. But you had never seen somebody so big before in your life. Chishiya was long and girthy, you weren’t sure you would even be able to rap your hand around him. His cock was flat against his stomach, tip angry and red.

You watched as his hand gripped the base of his cock, guiding it towards your plush lips, “Open” he instructed. But of course, you couldn’t listen to him. You kept your lips closed, smiling up at him playfully.

“Ow, fuck” you cursed as his harsh tug of his hair shot a jolt of pleasure right to your clit. “Open your mouth, or I can force my cock down your throat, whcih ever one works for you”.

You smirked excitedly as you kept your mouth closed. With a sigh he pressed his tip against your lips. “You never let me be nice to you”. He barely gave you time to adjust to the feeling of you in his mouth, he shoved himself down your throat. Your hands shot up to his thighs, nails warningly digging into his thighs. But he ignored you, smiling at the way you gagged on his cock and he hadn’t even moved.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, i thought I was small, can’t you take it? ” he groaned.

You coughed as he pulled his cock out of our mouth, resting your head against his thigh. “Hmm, is it too much,” he asked, mock worry in his voice.

“N-no, I can take it” you stuttered.

He laughed, guiding his tip back into your mouth. His hips snapped down, little blonde hairs tickling your nose. You gagged again, spit dribbling out the corners of your mouth and down onto his balls. Your grip on his thighs tightened as he thrusted harder, fucking your mouth without care.

Chishiya’s dick hit the back of your throat repeatedly, hard and rough in a way you hadn’t experienced before.

“Look at you”Chishiya cooed, “Taking my cock surprisingly well, almost like you’ve been waiting for it.” he awed.

“I bet your pussy’s fucking drenching the floor right now” he hummed, as his hips continued.

As much as you wanted to pull off of him and snark back, he was right. You could feel yourself gushing with every move of his hips. This was getting you off more than anything you had ever experienced.

“Your probably so horny it hurts, poor thing. I bet that clits twitching for me” he said.

Chishiya laughed at the sight, he never thought he would see you like this. A mess for him, while he pounded your tight little throat. This was a dream come true. “Are you seriously humping the floor right now, god you're so pathetic. I shove my dick down your throat one little time and you don’t know how to act”

All you could do was whine around him because he was right, your clit was aching and you needed relief, fast. Without thinking, you dropped your knees farther down, moaning as your clit grazed the ground. It was humiliating, the way you ground against the hotel room floor, but it sent your eyes rolling back in your skull.

All retorsts were gone, there was something about the way he was treating you that was driving you crazy. You couldn’t focus on anything, your brain was hazy. Your hips were grinding unconsciously at this point and your gagging was unstopped. His cock was soaked with your spit, the taste of his precum starting to get familiar on your tongue. You were drunk on Chishiya’s cock.

From the way he was twitching in his mouth, it was clear that he was enjoying himself too. Your eyes looked up, tears constantly falling from them to see him with his head thrown back, groans spilling from his throat. He had underestimated how fucking good head from you was. The sight of you writhing beneath him was doing so much for him. It was getting hard for him to hold off from shooting loads of cum down your throat.

He looked back down at you, deciding it might not have been that bad to cum at the sight of you like this, all because of him. You were still writhing, but your eyes were rolling back into your head, a dopey smile on the edge of your filled lips.

Chishiya’s face scrunched up, you were too blissed out to see what he did, “Princess", he called your name. You were able to make out the pet name, eyes managing to focus on him again. “Princess, breathe through your nose” he reminded you.

You were glad he said something, grateful that your lungs had managed to fill with air again.

“Look at you princess, so pretty on my cock,” he groaned as your throat tightened around him. “You making me wanna cum down your throat, you would love that wouldn’t you”

You couldn’t answer him so you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him in faster. “Fuck, i’m gonna cum” he warned.

It was when one of our hands braced on your thighs wandered to his balls, squeezing and fondling them that he finally came, pushing your head all the way on him, as he shot his load right down your throat.

He didn’t pull out until he was sure he gave you all he had. Your hips rutted as our pussy ached, you were painfully close, you just needed an extra push.

Chiishiya watched your reaction, seeming like you were about to cough out his cum. “No, swallow it princess, every fucking drop”.

You came as you swallowed, pussy gushing all over the floor and hips twitching as you clutched onto him. The force of your orgasm taking you by surprise.

He smiled at you, amused, “Feel good princess”

You nodded at him, “F-fuck, so good” you whimpered.

He sat and watched your legs shake from your orgasm. Smiling at the scene in front of him. Only snapping out of it when you called his name in a sickeningly sweet way. The sound of blood trickling down his body again.

"Shiya"you called, continuing when you had his attention.

He laughed walking up to you, one of his hands coming to grasp at your cheek. Leaning in to leave a wet kiss on your lips, one that was quickly reciprocated and ended all too soon.

"I want more" you asked, mascara running, panties soaked, and pussy aching for more.

Chishiya took a long time to study your face before he let go of your chin.

"Well then princess, if you want more than try something like you did tonight again. Then I'll have no choice but to deal with you and I promise you I won't be as nice,"he said, before leaving you alone in the hotel room.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!

#chishiya #chishiya x you #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #chishiya x fem!reader #alice in borderland #chishiya my beloved #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya x y/n #chishiya fic

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cordeliawhohung · 4 months

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this is a super random question, but where do the mafia boys live? i keep on imagining that price lives in a penthouse, even though i think its more accurate for him to live in a (secluded?) mansion instead. for simon, i think he'd be more simple. for him, i keep on imagining that he lives in a comfy apartment, even though i think its more accurate for him to live in a (also secluded?) house. not too big, not too small

oooh! great question actually!

Price doesn't live anywhere fancy, actually. he lives in a upper/middle class secluded suburban area with a nice yard, but he's not pouring millions into the place type fancy (though he certainly has the money for it). he chose the house he lives in currently because of the nice office space, actually. think someplace cozy with dark neutral walls and wood floors and lots of lamps instead of overhead light, comfy chairs and couches for reading, things of that sort! no plants tho, he kills them no matter how hard he tries to keep them alive.

Simon lives in an apartment! again, nothing super fancy, just a simple flat. kitchen, living room, he was lucky enough to have an in unit washer actually, which is good because he HATES the laundry mat. it's very neat and tidy, he cleans pretty regularly, hates a messy/unclean house. trying to decide if he has a one or two bedroom, though. not sure what he would use the extra space for. he for sure has a hobby, maybe he'd use a second room for that. mans DEF works with his hands. not anything artsy but if he wasn't a butcher in this au he def would've been a welder or something ong.

Johnny lives probably the worst out of all of them, but that's alright because he leaves his stupid studio apartment as often as he can, so why spend money on a more expensive place? he's got a nice bed, constructed shelves to make little sections in the apartment, especially for his little tech corner. you can expect to see loads of little toys at his desk, like a rubik cube and other puzzle things like that. i feel like he lowkey loves those rgb lights like a proper gamer freak lmao. it's a little cluttered but not like gross messy or anything, more in a "wow there's so many various cables wrapped neatly on this desk i almost can't see the desk," way.

believe it or not, it's our lovely boy Kyle who gets the obnoxiously expensive and crazy nice penthouse. i'm talking like beautiful views, there's a fucking personal gym and other amenities in the building (not in the penthouse itself but he has access to it on the bottom floor type thing) and it's got crazy beautiful architecture. guess being the bastard son of one of the most influential politicians in the world has its perks. they'll give you anything to shut you up. but more on that later (:

#core responds #mafia!price #mafia!john #mafia!simon #mafia!ghost #mafia!soap #mafia!johnny #mafia!kyle #mafia!gaz #mafia!141

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welovelouisandbucky · 9 months

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Peter Parker Headcanon

Summary:This is how I think Peter Parker would be with artist!reader

A/n: heyya guys!!! I just wanna apologize and thank everyone who showed support to few of my series that I started but did not post anything after first chapter, I started those series when I was feeling very motivated and was full of ideas but in excitement I didn't planned them out properly and it backfired. I wasn't feeling like it anymore but I knew I have to post and I did write chapters for all of them but I wasn't happy with my work so I never posted them, and it's my fault because I shouldn't have posted them online before planning them out properly, but I promise I will complete them but not anytime soon because I just don't feel like writing them any more. for now I just want to write small one shots and headcanons so I would really appreciate if you guys show these ideas support too, thank you!!

S/n: you can imagine any Peter Parker but I personally had Andrew!Peter in mind when writing this so yeah, likes and reblogs are appreciated and as well as positive criticism, pls don't hate on me 😭 thank you!

T/w: just fluff!! One swear word? none I guess other than my writing lol

I think he really enjoys drawing because it's one of the things he finds calming.

He usually prefers to watch you draw/sketch, because he thinks you look super cute while you're concentrating on a certain detail or drawing the outline of the figure.

When you guys are drawing together, he'd try to draw you, so he can show you how beautiful you truly are. He just loves you so much he can't help it.

Gets distracted easily, and blames it on you, and when you ask what you did he'll say something like "stop being so goddamn cute!" or like "you're looking too cozy and cute, makes me wanna cuddle the life out of you!"

He absolutely LOVES painting with you because then he gets to start a paint war with you. In two or less minutes you guys would be covered in 50 shades of grey🤭😉

And let me tell you, the way he drew you is *chef's kiss* so good. The boy literally put his heart out on this drawing.

When he finally shows you the drawing he'd say something like "I'm sorry if it's not good. And please be honest if it's shit, okay?" "Peter, what are you talking about?! This is beautiful! I look so pretty!! You made me so beautiful in this!" " Well that's because YOU are BEAUTIFUL!"

He'll most definitely take you to picnic dates, somewhere far and beautiful. He'd lay there next to you while you draw in silence. Those kinds of dates are his favorite; super relaxing and peaceful.

Would model for you if you ask him to, but the poor boy can't sit still. He needs to move or else he'll go crazy, but will apologize every time he moves, you're quick to tell him it's fine and that you don't expect him to become a statue.

Would buy you art supplies but will be too scared to give you because he knows you don't like it when he spends his money on you. So he'll sneakingly leave it at your desk thinking you won't notice, but of course you did. Will get scolding from you afterwards.

Let's be honest, you love it when he buys you art supplies, it makes you happy to know that he actually cares enough to got you those, but the thing is art supplies are expensive as fuck! He works really hard for what he earns, and you don't want him to waste it on you. You get scolded in return when you tell him this.

"Nonsense! I'm not wasting anything, you should know that, Y/n! You know, it actually hurts me to think you'd even think something like that." "I'm sorry, Peter." "You're forgiven, but only because I need my cuddles and kisses," "and because you love me?" "yeah that too, but mostly my cuddles."

Definitely, will take (swing) you to different places he thought was worthy enough to be drawn. Or when you're not feeling motivated, or when the art block is just too strong; because he understands how tough it can get for you.

He's always there for you no matter what. He truly understands you, and helps you out when you have no motivation or ideas to create anything. Calms you down when you're frustrated because the drawing you finished is not looking the way you wanted it to be. Always tells you how talented you are and how much he's proud of you and everything you create

Always reminds you to take care of yourself and asks you if you have eaten anything yet? Because when you're drawing you always lose track of time and forget to eat.

Definitely finds it funny when you rant about how drawing hands is an absolute nightmare, but agrees with you nonetheless.

100% had said "draw me like one of your French girls" at some point with a dramatic gesture.

Shows you off to everyone he meets like, " have you met my girlfriend? She's so talented like ohmygod, here look at this" proceeds to show the person your artwork while you stand there embarrassed but so in love

Definitely has hung up your drawings in his room

He's your number one supporter, but does points out mistakes if he sees one (we love honest feedbacks)

So in conclusion Peter Parker is absolutely whipped for you

Thank you so much for reading this I hope you enjoyed this!!

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arenpath · 1 year

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Food you eat with The Lost Boys

Word count: 1.5+ The Lost Boys x fem!reader Warnings: you can't date David and be vegetarian at the same time:( A/n: Why is Marko so cute? I spent the whole night to finish it. I tried to fix the look of Paul's part but it didn't work, so I hope it won't ruit the experience. -DAVID-

It was all about the first impression.

David was sure about it, so he couldn’t let himself invite a woman on a walking date or make her sit and eat in a cheap diner.

That's why David took you to the most expensive place in Santa Carla on your first date and most of the others.

It didn’t matter to him how many stinky rich Santa-Carla's residents and tourists he had to kill to get money to spend on you and your gastronomic dates.

David wanted to treat you like a queen you were.

He wouldn’t mind stealing some cash from Max, but David would never ask him to give him some, the boys always did.

When you insisted on spending the night just chilling on the boardwalk, he often tried to not let you eat fast food and sweets.

He knew how fragile humans’ health and lives were, so he was worried that, remaining human, you could hurt yourself by eating unhealthy meals.

However, he also couldn’t let you starve and just watch how boys eat.

So he just gave up and bought you whatever you wanted, taking a promise from you to eat well and healthy during the day.

When you both spent time in the cave, he always asked Marko to take you from a Chinese take out something pricey with lots of meat and vegetables.

In the restaurant, he ordered for both of you rare steaks with red wine.

Animal blood couldn't compare to human blood, let along yours. Even though he hadn't tried to take a bite out of you yet, he knew that your blood would be a delicious bliss.

He liked when you were eating meat.

David hated stupid fuckers who thought that women should eat less and only salads.

In his eyes, you needed lots of protein to have enough strength to defend yourself during the day when he couldn’t do so.

And you would need lots of blood when you become a vampire to protect your clan from hunters and bear his children.

Watching how you were taking a bite, he imagined that it wasn’t just a meat, but human flesh.

David often couldn't hold back a satisfied grin, fantasizing about how your already vampire fangs ruthlessly dig into a victim's body, biting and tearing tendons.

As for wine, it not only just tasted delicious, but a glass of red wine could be simply replaced with a glass of his blood.

-DWAYNE-

Dwayne went under many names: a silent one, handsome, blood sucking monster, papa, big brother, daddy, hottie.

But you called him lovingly, granny.

You first met Dwayne standing in the line to a food stall.

He and Laddie were standing right behind you. Dwayne was listening to the boy, who couldn’t choose an ice cream flavor.

Suddenly you felt how you were tugged by your shirt from behind.

When you turned around, firstly you met with dark brown eyes and then your eyes fell on the little boy.

“What is your favorite flavor, miss?” - the boy asked.

Since then, every time you met Dwayne on the boardwalk, he bought you that ice cream.

Dwayne was that grandmother who bought everything as soon as you mentioned that the taste was good.

All the fast food and sweets that were on the boardwalk could be yours.

If you told him that something wasn't as tasty as you thought, or that you were tired of some kind of food, he stopped carrying it to you for a while, but then everything went back to normal.

The same story was with Laddie.

You were truly amazed how after such an amount of sugar, his teeth were perfectly fine.

However, you still recommended Dwayne to change the boy's diet.

So soon you started seeing the boy with either with a bag of veggies or tacos and hot dogs.

Still not the perfect choice, but not the worst.

And after you approved Dwayne’s choice, all those were soon included in your diet too.

When you found out that Dwayne couldn’t provide for Laddie more complicated dishes at their home, you suggested your own kitchen.

You found out that Dwayne greatly missed such things as soups and oatmeal.

You enjoyed cooking it with him and Laddie.

It felt so natural, like you had known them for years.

Like you were a happy family.

Dwayne was a hopeless romantic, when you spent your time without Laddie, just two of you, at your place, he always brought a bottle of champagne and a box full of strawberries in chocolate.

If Dwayne wanted to spend some time outside, he organized a picnic on the beach for you.

He took a couple of blankets from the cave: one for you, so you wouldn't freeze, and one to sit.

Even though he knew that you would cook something for your little date, he still went to the supermarket to buy extra sandwiches.

During your picnic dates, Dwayne never missed the opportunity to feed you or lick sauce from your face or petite fingers.

-PAUL-

When you first met Paul, he was able to spend the whole night without eating and drinking anything.

If you tried to offer to order something, he always said that the only thing he was hungry and thirsty for was you.

However, after a while, Paul started appearing on the boardwalk more energetic than usual, if at all possible.

When he grabbed you in his arms, everything became clear – he was high.

If before the only thing he wanted to eat was you, now he was as hungry as a wolf.

Your table was full of fatty and high-calorie food from the boardwalk.

Before Paul, the only time of a day when you could eat cereal was morning, now if Paul visited you in that state, you spent your night in front of TV with the bowls of cereal and freezing milk.

Paul was definitely an ass and thighs guy, so if he stayed at your place and had a clear mind, he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of putting his head on your lap.

You let him do so, he was laying on your lap, while you were watching TV and eating popcorn.

With Paul, you started attending almost all concerts in Santa-Carla, so your bag or backpack was always full of different snacks such as cereal bars and potato chips. And, of course, you had some bottles of water.

Being together with Paul meant spending lots of time with Marko.

The boy was happy to buy something for his buddy’s girlfriend.

It could be cotton candy of different flavors, a bag of candies, your favorite ice cream and slushie.

Paul had a dirty mind, so it was hard to eat fruit ice and banana near him if you didn’t want to become a victim of his stupid jokes.

Paul was also a person with strange preferences in food.

One night, he just took your ice cream and put it in a glass of lemonade to introduce you to a new drink.

You heard from Marko that he even ate cat dry food. You were so curious that you even bought some for yourself to try it at home without eyewitnesses.

When you were sharing with him your school stories, he stopped you and asked if you had ever tasted chalk.

-MARKO-

Marko was biting his thumb, staring at the menu.

Even though vampires could live without human food, for Marko, the ability to see how different cuisines changed from time to time and taste it was definitely one of the pros of immortality.

He often blamed his Italians roots that even after his death he had a thing for a good diner.

Now he was standing in the Chinese restaurant, not knowing what new positions to order to satisfy his taste buds and your brothers'.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed you, also standing and staring at the menu.

“Can I help a sweet thing to make up her mind? Hm?”

Family of a missing guy could probably say “thank you” to both of you, because that day Marko came back to the cave in the wee small hours, thereby leaving their brothers hungry, because of which, when they could not satisfy their hunger with human food, they caught a fool who wandered to the sea and tore up his body.

Marko was sure that it was the love at first sight.

He spent the whole night with you talking about Chinese food and food in general.

Money intended to buy food for him and the boys was spent on buying everything a little bit and showing you the entire menu of his favorite restaurant.

When he understood that you were a foodie too, and you found out that he had Italian roots, you decided to definitely meet again and try everything Italian that Santa-Carla could offer

Marko always had a thing for pastries since he was a child.

Now, being a vampire, he could not afford to enjoy only baked buns in the morning, but he negotiated with the owner of a good bakery to deliver some to you every morning.

You two had lots of dates when he painted graffiti on buildings and billboards of the city, and you enjoyed him, his talent and the night city.

He made sure to bring either something hot to dring or energy drink.

You were his muse, so he often painted you, while you were posing with different fruits, not denying yourself the pleasure of eating them after.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #david tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #david the lost boys #tlb 1987 #marko lost boys #david the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys x reader

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1wingedtraveler · 1 year

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Sub!Scara upset at reader after an argument, so they have hate sex.

Only for him to burst into tears and cry from the overstimulation.

please and thank you. Have a nice day, night, or afternoon. See you next ask.♡

Hellooo!! Im so sorry for the wait😭 I written it so the both mad at each other, i hope you don't mind and it was worth the wait

Scaramouche's spending habits

Scaramouche x dom reader

SMUT, MDNI

Warnings: whipping, brat taming, scara being a bitch, full nelson position, crying, degradation, no pronouns for the reader, pp can be read as strap, overstimulation

Scaramouche always liked to dress nice. More than that, he was pretty up to date to latest male and female fashion from all the nations.

He liked to indulge himself in it, buying finest pieces of clothing from all over teyvat. Everything had to match, from hats, socks, underwear. It was an expensive hobby, for sure but it wasn't a problem with his harbinger salary.

However, since losing that position he has been struggling with saving money because of his spending habits. You lived together so you covered the basic stuff for him like food and bills knowing he couldn't help you right now because of his current situation.

You've been together for few years now so you didn't mind doing that for him. Thats how relationships should work, right? By trusting and supproting each other.

One day, wanting to get some stuff from the store, you searched for your pouch were you stored your money. It wasn't in its usual place, which was already weird but when you looked inside and counted something wasn't right.

There was at least one milion mora missing from it. You panicked, did someone break in?! If so, how? The room wasn't trashed, nor there was any signs of forced entery. Maybe you missed something?

You searched the whole area, but didn't find anything. Prehaps Scara will know something? His fatui work for sure teached him all kinds of ways to break in, unnoticed.

He should be on your bedroom right now, he came back home not to long ago after being gone for whole afternoon.

Honestly he just said "hi" to you before hurrying into the bedroom. It waa strange when you think about it. Maybe he had something to do?

You grabbed the doorknob, opening it slowly, through the crack of the door you saw something suprising. Scara in black leather "lingerie". It looked more like a bunch of strings, three patches barely covering his nipples and cock, the imprint of his balls was clearly seen.

"What in the world is that?"

your spoke, suprising him. He didn't see you come into the room, too invested into looking himself in the mirror

"What the hell?! Didn't your parents teach you how to knock"

"Well, this IS my house and its MY bedroom"

"I thought it was OUR house"

"I pay the bills so its mine righ now. More importantly, what are even wearing"

"Are you blind? Its lingerie"

"It looks like a bunch of strings to me"

You said coming closer to him, taking a clearer look at the underwear

"Pshhh, its expected. A peasant like you would know never know anything about true fashion"

His arrogant attitude was starting to get on your nerves, even though, you already developed a slight tolarance for it. That was untill you saw a price tag, still attached to his bra. You tore it off and brought it in front of your face, suddent rage going through your body

"WHAT.THE.FUCK"

"Watch your mouth, fool"

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH THIS COSTS?"

"Of course i know, who do you take me for?"

Scara replaied calmy only fueling your anger more. You grabbed him by the straps of his bra, looking him in the eyes before saying slowly

"Did.you.take.my.money.to.buy.this.crap?"

"Being in relationship with me is a priceless honor, the money i spent on this should be nothing to you. Be glad i even look a pathetic human like you"

His condescending tone was infuriating, you thought you were about to explode. Your hand shot out and grabbed his neck

"GHhh-kk?!"

He didn't expect to lash out like that. Your grip was tight, he felt like you were about to tear his head off

"I think someone needs to be teached some manners"

You felt him squirm under your grip, clawing at your arm, that only made you squeez tighter. You didn't stop untill you felt his struggles weakened the you tossed him on the floor. He broke out into coughting fit, gasping for air.

That gave you enough time to take out the toys you keept in the closet nearby. Whip in hand, you stepped on his back, making his ass stick out, he was still dazed from the lack of air

"Don't pass out on me"

you growled as you swung your whip high in the air before it made a harsh imapct with his buttcheek

"AH! FUCK!"

"For every move, 3 lashes, for making a sound, 5 and for every swear word, 10. Thats 18 now"

Scaramouche looked back at you with fear in his eyes, he won't be able to seat for months. Another harsh slap rang through the room, making the pale man jump

"ACK!"

"You earned another 8"

Your whips were merciless, adding more and more for his slighter whiper or twitch. Tears streamed down his cheeks while he bit his lip. His cock was starting to peak out of his panties. His ass was beet red, its a miracle that his thong still didn't tear

He stopped counting after 30th lash. All strenght leaving him, not being able to even make a sound or move, he he paid his penalty in full

"Good job, you that ends the first part of your punishment"

"Huh..?"

Your words didn't even register in his mind. Something cold dripped into his sore bum, soothing it a bit. You started massaging his sore cheeks before sliding your hand between them. You dipped your finger into his hole slowly thrusting into it

"Mmmm"

Feeling of soft pleasure was refreshing after burning pain of whip lashes. His muscles relaxed letting you go deeper, spreading lube inside him.

"There, it should be enough"

You picked up his limp body from the floor, your arms under his knees putting him in standing full nelson postion. He was pretty light so it wasn't a problem

"Have a look how your slutty lingerie looks like"

You turned his body to the mirror he was looking at ealier, you felt his body grew hot from embarrassment. His round, red buttcheeks were shining from the lub and sweat. The black panies he had on couldn't hold his hard cock anymore, making it visible from the top

While he was distracted looking at himself in the mirror, you took this opportunity to jab your cock straight into his gut, making him throw his head back with a scream

"AHHH-MHMM"

He tried to contain his moans remember the rule from previous punshiment

"Scream all you want. I will enjoy it much more if you do"

You said with smirk. Not waiting for him to adjust you started a fast pace straight away. His body twisted against your chest. You could see his face twist into expressions of full pleasure

The room was starting to fill with nasty sounds of slapping and squelching. Scara's legs started to shake, pre-come streaming down his cock

"Ooohh-archons-mHhmm, Im gonna cummm!!"

Cum squirted out of his, covering his belly and chest but your thrusting didn't stop, rather it got quicker.

"SHIT-AhHhh I CAME ALREADYYY"

Scaramouche's screeching was pathetic along with his dumb expression. He was crying his eyes out, tounge hanging out of his mouth

"Now you look as Intelligent as you really are, slutty bimbo"

Your degrading only made him come a second time

This is going to be a long night...

#anon ask #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sub genshin impact #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut

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mcflymemes · 9 months

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TICK, TICK... BOOM! PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2021 film, adjust as necessary

lately, i've been hearing this... sound.

the fuse has been lit.

i wasn't sure whether you would want me here.

you're thinking about how to turn this into a song, aren't you?

what's the point of having money if you can't spend it on the people you love?

make a wish.

why didn't you tell me sooner?

i can't keep waiting. this is my life.

i've been telling you for months how unhappy i am.

in just over a week... i will be thirty years old.

can we go inside now? i'm just... i'm sorry. i'm scared i'm beginning to lose sensation in my extremities.

i've heard the dancing is amazing, but the music sucks.

in eight days, my youth will be over forever and what exactly do i have to show for myself?

you are an angel on earth.

is this real life?

you know what, [name]? i'm done.

i don't know how to get through to you anymore. you keep shutting me out. you put up these fences.

i could get used to you.

well, guess what. you're not stephen sondheim.

i don't understand how you can take any of this seriously.

this has never happened to me before.

you are such a baby.

this is the last time. seriously.

you didn't have to say it. it's implied.

what are you doing with your life that's so noble?

then what are we even...? what do you want?

you're not going to pay. i don't want you to pay.

i like to see if i can write a song about anything.

somebody needs to take out this trash.

oh, spare me the self-righteousness.

this has been sitting here for a week.

you're coming next friday, right?

hey, can we talk about how amazing you were tonight?

you know how much he loves making a fuss. especially about you.

this is the biggest break i've ever had. this is that moment.

you need to ask yourself: in this moment, are you letting yourself be led by fear or by love?

can't you be optimistic?

you just quit?

are they paying you?

i'm allowing myself to be led by love.

i wish you didn't have to think like that.

how will i ever survive?

it's expensive to make art.

how are you going to pay for that?

you know, for someone who's broke, you could probably spend a little bit less on party planning.

have you found a new roommate yet?

what time's the show tonight?

i'm leaving you my mix tapes. you can play them in remembrance of me.

thank you for being so supportive of my work.

actually, it's not just show tunes. it's a very eclectic mix.

i'm happy for you. i really am. i mean, i'm also extremely bitter and jealous and envious and hateful toward you right now...

i'm the future of musical theater.

i just needed some fresh air.

you know, you're the only person who's ever said that. just so you know.

it's going to be quite the event.

so can i count you in?

call me if you need inspiration.

you know how stubborn he is. he's a pain in the ass.

why can't i write this song?

thank you for your patience.

um... can you explain it, maybe?

thank you for everything.

nobody is doing enough. i'm not doing enough.

why didn't you tell me you were coming?

can we talk about it tonight?

i'd love to take you to lunch, celebrate your birthday.

you're going to write the next great american musical in the next ten minutes?

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oreotoreads · 2 years

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EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

PART 4: MOTH TO A FLAME ⏤ read other parts: PREVIOUS | NEXT | MASTERLIST

pairing: jake x fem!reader / jay x fem!reader

WC: around 5.4k!

summary: your handsome one night stand that blew your mind turns out to be the silent guy at work that you didn’t even realize his existence.

warnings: angst, jake being an asshole, explicit language, cursing, mentions of cheating & trauma. bad parenting. making out, smut, revenge, jealousy. sunghoon & sooha (yes sooha) mentioned. (some themes about family & relationships must be disturbing so read at your own risk and if it's too much, don't, take care of yourself first)

a/n: here to make all the hoes CRY. enjoy reading... i would love to receive feedback especially about this part, since we probably have one last chapter to go after this one, we are coming to an end!

jake had the worst nightmare that night, the night where the girl he liked so much wasn’t sleeping next to him, and wasn't cuddling into his side in her sleep without realizing it. you did tell him you even miss him in your sleep, the connection you had was so pure and obvious, both of you didn’t care about how many days you spent together. you liked each other.

but what jake dreamed that night was just another alert from making him move on, with all the other fucked up things going on his life with his family and his job. he woke up with sweat dripping from his forehead, he hated seeing them haunting him even in his sleep. he wanted them gone.

he wanted his past gone.

he is just a child, so young to understand anything that is happening around him yet, he remembers his father giving him expensive toys even when it’s not special days. he remembers playing with his toys all alone by himself, he remembers wanting to share his happiness with the people who gifted it to him, but they are not around.

when the pattern keeps happening and jake grows to be older, he realizes gifts are actually a bad thing, because his parents kept disappearing every time he received one. he remembers his mother giving him the toy car and tells him they will be away for a while, leaving him alone in the house with few nannies and workers, he stays in his room and plays with the car, making noises and dialogues on his own, until one day he broke down and cried.

jake doesn’t understand why he is crying, as a child it seems so weird to him that he had the urge to cry when no one was taking his toys away from him or when he wasn’t on the ground hurting his knee. but he still cries, because he feels like a burden in his own home, feeling unwanted by his parents by the bribes they give him as toys.

he grows up to be rebel kid, he doesn’t want to share his toys with people, or doesn’t love his friends when they see them with their parents, because his parents are never present at any meeting at the school or playground, he is always accompanied by his nanny or the driver who takes him to school every morning. this makes jake an even angrier kid, he keeps causing problem at the school and his parents solve the problem by sending him to australia to study middle school and the rest of his education, instead of doing what they have to do, giving their son the love he deserves.

jake is definitely a problem through his school years and he keeps being a problem until he becomes an college student. he gets his revenge on his parents his own way, spending all the money they sent him for school on parties, alcohol, renting sports cars and sometimes even drugs. he is the epitome of the bad boy, he gets along with girls a lot and hooks up with them, being a heartbreaker. because, he never received love, how can he understand if someone happened to love him?

in the second year of college he meets his friend group, koreans just like him, one is born and raised in america but he decided to study in australia.

jay, sunghoon and sooha. the only girl amongst them.

their friendship and their bond gets stronger everyday, they are inseparable at this point. they do all the maniac stupid shit with jake and they have the time of their lives until one of them starts catching feelings.

jake falls hard for sooha, to her antics and the way she lives life so freely without being scared, the way she sits next to him in the sports cars he rents as he drive, he knows she was meant for him and had to be his. jake is not wrong about his feelings, one day at a party sooha pulls him into a room, and kisses him passionately, jake wonders if she is drunk but she is sober. he lets her do whatever she wants to him, being a slave to her words and actions as she sits prettily on his dick and kisses her way down to his chest. he doesn’t believe this is all real.

the girl he liked, liked him back.

jake gets all love drunk around her, giving her his everything in every way. he is willing to give his life for her if she asks for him to. sooha, really loves jake too, she loves when his boyfriend spends the nights in her dorm, even when he had his huge place that is definitely shouldn’t be called a student house, jake goes and pushes himself next to hers single person bed, to be able to wrap her around in his arms, to be able to kiss her in her sleep and make her feel loved.

sooha appreciates jake but when he was sick one day and couldn't make it to the school, sunghoon crosses her way, pulling her into the boy’s locker room. sooha gets scared that something happened to jake, he is his best friend after all. but she gots puzzled when sunghoon kisses her, but she doesn’t push him back, instead she kisses him back, enjoying his lips on hers and his crotch against hers as he pushes him to the locker and pulls her skirt apart to fuck his best friend’s girl.

jay, who was out of class, is on the phone with jake and asking him what kind of ramen he should bring to him today because he is sick, wants to have a little sweat in the gym before he goes back to their place. only to see his best friends betraying his other best friend.

he screams sunghoon’s name, pulling them apart and sooha cries, falls onto her knees in front of jay, begging for him to not tell jake anything and swears it is a one time things. jay makes a mistake and believes them, but never being close to them as he used to be. everytime they hang out together, he looks at sunghoon with despise and jake is clueless as he has his girl on his lap, unaware of everything as he kisses her lips.

saying it’s a one time thing to jay, she lies, she tells jake she will be studying because her classes are getting harder and declines his offers to hang out, instead she goes out with sunghoon and shamelessly goes to jake’s place afterwards cause the dorm is not letting her in such late hours. she wakes up jake and cuddles next to him, jay understands she was with sunghoon but can’t say anything to his friend.

one day, when sooha was with him only at a late time at night, she goes to use the bathroom and forgets her phone on jake’s bed. he loves his girlfriend and trusts her but he can’t help but grab it, figuring out the password.

he sees loads of messages and sexts and even pictures being sent to another guy, he feels like he can’t breathe and he falls onto his knees, before jay realizes and rushes into his room, seeing his friend crying he immediately understands.

when sooha comes out from the bathroom, she meets with jake’s red eyes, with her phone in his hand, and jay behind jake, obviously told him everything that he didn’t know until this time.

with that, sooha and sunghoon disappears from their life, along with jake’s trust to be able to love again and his belief about being lovable. he returns to himself, a darkness surrounds his aura and he becomes the person he was 3 years ago, he poisons himself to not going to love anyone again.

he wasn’t going to let his heart break into pieces again.

your day started ‘amazingly’ when you were woken up by an arm slapping over your face, making you moan in pain but the owner of the arm was still in dreamland even with the noise you made.

“oh my god.” you rolled your eyes, trying to forget about the pain with his smack on your face, you tried to lift his arm off your face. “jay, can you please wake up? you are suffocating me!” you yelled at him in whisper tone, the boy finally fluttering his eyelids to wake up from his sleep. he saw your blurry face in his vision, and then his arm on your neck as his cheek was squished to his pillow, he hopped up quickly once he realized he looked extremely stupid, probably salivating on his pillow.

“oh my god, y/n, hey!” he scratched the back of his neck as you kept laying down, staring at him in confusion. when you see a pink tint getting all over his cheeks, you couldn’t help but giggle.

he covered his face immediately when you unexpectedly started laughing at him, “god, there are nicer ways of saying i look bad when i wake up.”

you rolled over and put your hands over his, pulling them down to look at his morning face, which was way far away from bed, he looked adorable.

“what?” he shyly smiled, when you stared at him, he remembered your stare in jake’s room too which made him all excited. you looked stunning even when you just woken up and your hair all messy, he doesn't remember seeing someone prettier than you. he coughed to gather his thoughts and not actually zone out at your pretty face.

“do you wanna take a shower or anything?”

you stumbled in your own place, that just doesn’t feel right so you just nodded your head. “i’m good, thanks.”

“do you wanna go grab some coffee then?” he asked this time, getting up from the bed before you, “that i can’t say no to.”

in the coffee shop, jay made you sit in a quiet place, especially away from noisy students as he grabbed both of you your coffees. he smiled when he put yours down in front of you.

“you drink it the same way jake does.” he commented before he seated himself across you.

“he does?” you smiled bitterly.

jay only nodded before he took a sip from his coffee. he wanted to talk to you but he doesn’t know how your relationship was with jake, so he couldn’t pick his words in his mind cleverly. he was also scared of hurting you or making you cry.

“so… this situation with jake…started at work, right?”

you nodded your head to sides, “no.”

jay raised his eyebrows, “then where?”

you sipped from your coffee as you shrugged, “at the club of his hotel.”

jay tapped his chin with his fingers as he watched outside and thinked for a moment. “must have been weird seeing him there like that.”

you copied him as you turned your face to the glass window of the coffee shop, watching the outside, “why would it be weird?” you smiled half, remembering the first time you ever saw jake.

jay squinted his eyes, getting weirded out at your reply.

“i don’t know? you are the one fucking your boss.”

with the words that came out from jay’s mouth, you blinked a few times. your heart started racing in an irregular pace, and your palms were getting sweaty with every second that has passed in the silence. the words were processing in your mind, they were replaying all over when you sat there, shocked at jay’s comment.

“y/n?” he waved his hand above your face to get your attention.

“i am fucking who?”

jay gulped loudly, looking away from you in panic, as he mumbled, “… you didn’t know…”

“i didn’t know what, jay?” you raised your voice, looking at his eyes furiously, he never thought a woman like you could have such intimidating eyes.

“i thought you knew, fuck.” he put his head in his palms, rubbing his temples as he thinked of a way to get out of this and save his friend’s secret that he just slipped out from his mouth.

“tell me everything, now.” your tone was demanding and very serious, god help the man who would not listen to you, he had to spill everything to you and he knew it.

“he is sim jaeyun…”

sim jaeyun… son of mr. sim, the founder of the company you worked for, you kept hearing rumors about his son coming for his throne but he kept him from the media a secret. the only thing everyone knew was jaeyun was going to take over the company soon and it was announced a month ago.

the day when jake started working in the company.

“but… he is, you know he is working as a rookie engineer right?” you ask jay in shock, not understanding what was exactly on jake’s mind when he had the chance to rule an empire that all belonged to him.

jay let out a sigh, “he never wanted it, but his dad is making decisions on his own. i remember him saying he accepted to work there only with one condition and … fuck, now i understand what he meant.” jay let out a whine, feeling guilty for telling you all this.

“jay, i am so lost…” you mumbled, wanting him to give you a solid explanation of what was going on.

“believe me, it’s better if he tells you everything on his own.”

you got up from your chair, leaving the half empty coffee cup on the table. “i will go find out myself then.”

when you were about to turn around and walk away to leave jay all alone there, he grabbed your wrist and turned you to himself, your breath hitching in your throat when his face was dangerously close to yours.

“if anything goes wrong, i am here.”

you gulped loudly, only being able to nod your head in tiny movements before you slowly get out of his grip and run to the front door to get a taxi.

jay felt like a douchebag, sitting back to his place, he felt like sunghoon… but did jake know your worth? was jake aware of he was going to hurt the most beautiful thing he ever seen? he grounded himself by telling he is not sunghoon, he destroyed something beautiful that jake had.

jay was just saving something beautiful from jake’s hands, someone he couldn’t ignore his feelings for.

being in the elevator to room 515, you felt your heart was being squeezed in someone’s hands, you were confused and all over the place. you knew jake kept a secret but this was a really big one and he literally didn’t even bother to tell you before he fucked you?

you weren’t his co-worker, you were his employee.

you understood he was maybe running away from the possibility of you turning out to be a gold digger or telling his secret to everyone but still, you thought your relationship was better than this.

you furiously banged on his door, your hand hurting from the forceful fists you were throwing. it only took few seconds until jake appeared in front of you, last thing he was expecting was to see you after his fucked up and tasteless sleep.

“y/n, why are you here?” he stared at you, annoyed and confused, but you pushed him from his chest to inside and closed the door behind yourself.

“did you enjoy your cinderella story you played, sim jaeyun?”

he blinked a few times, hearing his real name spilling from your lips, he never thought he would hear it from you.

“did you enjoy fucking your employee when i thought you were just a miserable tech guy at work?!” you spat your words against his face, not holding back anything from the immense anger that pumped through your veins.

“did you enjoy playing the best of both worlds? is this how you get girls? you act like you are no one, then you break the news to them?”

he got closer to you with anger shooting from his eyes, you wanted to take a step back because you were lowkey scared. “what the fuck are you on about?”

you tried to look brave and grounded, “i know who you are, i know your secret, jaeyun. or wait, is this your real name or is there going to be another one again?”

“stop calling me jaeyun, y/n.” he hissed, talking between his teeth as his one hand grabbed your arm, “how did you find out about me?”

his hold on your arm was soft, you know he would never hurt you. but you still wanted his hands off you after feeling like played once again by him.

“jay.” you mumbled, which made jake go into hysterical laughter, each following the other with more force, you thought he was going crazy. “jay?” he licked his lips, staring at your eyes.

“did you run to jay the moment you understood you won’t get fucked by me?” he smirked, not breaking eye contact.

“how dare you say that?” your voice sounded hurt, what did he think you exactly were? did he think you were a girl who only sleeps around with men because you wanted to satisfy yourself? was he blind enough to not see how miserably in love you were with him.

“you are wearing the same clothes… seems like you had fun with him.”

you didn’t answer him, or begged him to confess your innocence, you just stared at him with empty and pathetic eyes.

“did he fuck you like i did?” he talked in despise, “did you cry from pleasure thinking you got lucky for being dumped by me—

you slapped him, not taking any of his bullshit, your eyes welled up with tears, rolling down from your cheeks as you saw his cheek getting red from your hand. meanwhile jake, was already regretting his words, the words that came out from his mouth with all the hate he had towards his past. he knew you weren’t sooha, and jay wasn’t sunghoon, but he felt like it was the same thing happening all over again.

“do you remember when i said, i will make you regret losing me?” you talked silently, your voice barely audible. you looked up and stared at his eyes, which was filled with tears and getting red.

“i didn’t fuck your best friend, and i don’t know what makes you think i am that low…” you got closer to him, gripping his chin between your fingers, “but now watch me become the woman you think i am in your head.”

you pushed him away from his face, he stumbled and fell to his bed, you heard a sob coming from his throat that he tried to deny so badly.

he sat there, watching you slip from his hands, what did he expect when he was the one to tell you to leave him alone. why he thought you would stay and beg for his love when you were the most beautiful thing ever.

you weren’t sooha, you were better.

and you deserved better, someone like jay.

he didn’t open his mouth, he didn’t dare to say one word to you when you opened the door and looked at him one last time with pity eyes. he looked at the woman he knew he loved and thinked about his friend who he probably will lose forever after this, and it was all because of him, he couldn’t get mad at jay for liking you.

“i hope one day you’ll find someone who makes you feel loved, jake.”

on your way to jay, you sobbed in the cab you were in, you were going to become a woman you never were, and you hated it, but your mind and heart burned with the urge to get revenge on jake, to make him feel as devastated as you felt.

jay was waiting for you in his house he owned, not his parents' one, he sent you the address the moment he heard you on the phone, obviously crying.

you got out of the cab after handing the man extra money for listening to your ugly crying on the way and you walked up to the residence that jay apparently stayed in. the receptionist led you to the elevator and the ride seemed like forever as you went up to the top floor where the penthouses were located at.

even though you weren’t one, you did felt like a gold digger, between jake’s fancy hotel suite that he rented for an indefinite time and jay’s single boy crib that probably costed millions. you took a deep breath, when you saw him staring at you with soft eyes, waiting for you in front of his door, god knows for how many minutes now.

you start walking towards him, your steps getting faster each time as you get closer to jay, he gets nervous and lift his body up from where he was leaning against, your arms wrap around his neck and your lips crash into his, as his hands were still in his pockets, his lips not moving against yours as he was in shock of your mouth contacting his.

you break the kiss, and look at him with teary eyes, he was taller than jake so you had to tilt your head back a little more to stare at his eyes.

“do you remember when you said, if anything goes wrong…” he cut your words to continue himself,

“i am here for you, y/n.”

you smiled, as he leaned down to kiss you, connecting your lips in a soft yet forceful kiss, feeling your pink puffy lips against his as he kissed you. his hands held you from your waist, pulling you inside gently and his one hand closed his front door, leaning his back to it, for you to lean into his chest. your knee found his place between his legs, trying to feel him as you pushed it upwards a little, eliciting a deep moan from his throat before you took off your coat and let it down to the floor.

his hold on your waist tightened, as he pushed your body closer to his, he snaked his arms around your waist and held you close, leaning down to kiss your neck. you tilted your head to the side to give him more space, his soft lips felt so good against your skin, you bit your lips as he gently sucked your skin.

you pulled him from his t-shirt from the door he was leaning against, tangling your fingers into his hair to kiss him again, when his strong arms were like a belt around your waist. the kiss got way heated than the previous one, his tongue caressing yours as you let him in your mouth, saliva dripping down your chip from how hard he was kissing you.

he leaded you to his living room, laying your back on the couch, as he got on top between your legs, kissing down your chest as he opened the buttons of your shirt, moving along as new skin got exposed to his eyes. you whined, feeling his lips at your stomach because he blew some air between kisses, which tickled you. he smiled, going upwards with his lips, attaching them to your collarbones as he got you out from your shirt.

you felt jay’s teeth digging into your bone, which you reacted with a pained moan, immediately making him look up at you and putting his both hands on your cheek to caress your skin. “did i hurt you?” he asked worriedly, which made your heart warm at how soft he was being to you.

“no.” you pulled him from his neck to your lips, enjoying the taste of him in your mouth for a while, as he kissed you back passionately. “i want it to hurt.” you moaned between kisses, leaving him dazed on top of you.

what you wanted from jay was nothing new to him, it wasn’t the first time a girl asked him to hurt them but when it was you, how was he able to hurt you? you seemed so fragile and beautiful… only if he knew how jake treated you in bed, maybe he would have changed his mind.

“y/n… i—, i don’t know if i can.” he whispered against your lips, feeling not enough for you.

you cried out of frustration, your hands tugging on the hairs on the nape of his neck as you pressed kisses on his mouth randomly, “please, jay, i need you to hurt me so bad, please…”

he swallowed hard, taking in your request, being conflicted about what to do. he didn’t know if you were asking him to feel good, or you were looking for someone else in jay, … looking for his best friend.

“you don’t need to be hurt to feel loved.” he kissed your cheekbone, and then under your ear. “let me love you right tonight, y/n.”

you cried at the words you wished to hear from jake that was spilling from jay’s mouth, you only nodded, hugging him again as you connected your lips to kiss. your tears were wetting his cheeks, he hated that you were crying but he wanted to prove you that you were worth loving and fighting for.

jay got rid of his shirt and let it fall to the floor before he leaned back in, his fingers fiddling behind your back and unhooking your bra easily. he slid the stripes down your shoulders, kissing your skin as he got rid of the tiny bit of clothing before he pressed his chest to yours, your bare body connecting to his warm skin. he latched his lips to your neck again, when your legs curled around his waist, letting out moans to his tongue licking your skin so deliciously.

his crotch was rubbing against yours, he was obviously getting worked up from all the kissing and you appreciated him for letting you take your frustration out of him. you didn’t know if he really liked you or not, but you didn’t even care at this point. you wanted to hurt jake and the way you were doing it was something he couldn’t believe that it was happening again.

jay’s fingers gripped on your skirt, pulling it down slowly from your legs, your panties are on and wet, you thanked yourself for not taking jake’s words seriously and going to his place without wearing one. he hooked his finger to the strip of the material, caressing the side of your hip lovingly, as he kissed the corner of your lip.

“are you sure about this?”

the thing is, you wanted jake to cry. you wanted him to cry for you and you wanted him to regret losing you. and the way he reacted to the possibility of jay and you fucking riled him up so badly, you saw it with your own eyes. you stared at his eyes, not knowing how to answer him.

jake sat uncomfortably on the expensive couch her mother owned in their living room which is the same room he spent his childhood all alone, playing with his pricy toys they gifted him before they left. he scanned his parents’ and rolled his eyes at their stare on him, already getting bored of being in their presence.

“what do you want from me?” he said with no emotion to his words, already wanting to go to his place, he already had too much in his mind, he couldn’t deal with them right now. his dad cleared his throat, he wanted to yell and scream at his son like he always did but he tried to be softer since the situation was more serious than the previous ones.

“jaeyun, i saw your tickets.” his father talked, obviously he was tracking his son’s every move since he came back to korea. jaeyun’s dad only wanted one thing, and that was jaeyun to take over the company and live his life as a retired man. jaeyun remembered himself as a kid, their parents talking about how they had a son, only to leave their empire to once they get older. he was just a tool for them, to keep their name live forever, they shared blood and name, but they didn’t shared anything else.

“yeah, i am leaving.” he shrugged, his mom shedding tears because her son was leaving again which jaeyun knew was all fake and part of her manipulations.

“why are you crying?” jaeyun tsked, looking at his mother. “did you realize you have a son now?”

her mouth opened with a loud gasp, her eyes crunching up at his words, “jaeyun, don’t say that.” she cried louder, going up to her son but he turned his face away, not accepting her touch.

“son, i built this empire for you.” his father talked, even now he was sitting far away from him. they never acted like his actual parents, they always sat far away from him, even when they ate dinner. there was always distance between them.

“sell it to someone else then, i don’t want it.”

“how dare you say that, you little—“ he raised his voice to him but his mother calmed him down, patting his shoulders to relax him.

“i found a new job in milan, and i am leaving. want it or not, you will never see me again.” he got up from his chair, walking himself to the front door of their house.

“i will help you with one thing though, you can use my name as the ceo if you want, just hire someone else instead.” he smirked, “wouldn’t want people to boo a 60 year old guy for lying.”

he stood up, wanting to yell but his mother made him sit down, calming him once again. she turned around and looked at his son’s smug smile at the door.

“leave, jaeyun.” she talked, just like what he expected before he got into his sports car and drove back to the hotel. he blasted his favorite songs in the highest volume possible, screaming and shouting, feeling free.

he stopped somewhere near han river, take in the city lights, and people walking around and cycling, as he silently sat on a corner that no one can notice. he pulled his knees to his chest, like he did in his childhood when he was alone and watched happy people around him.

couples who shared ice creams, family’s laughing with their kids, students still in their uniforms walking around. life seemed so easy watching them, he wanted to cry at his own.

why everything had to be so complicated for him?

he got in his car after sitting there for a while, taking a last memory picture of the city he was born in. he never wanted to come back here again. only thing beautiful in this city was you, and you were not his. he had nothing to do with seoul anymore.

he drove back to his hotel and parked his car where he usually does, he was going to leave his suite that costed millions to his dad tomorrow. he was ready to go to milan and earn his own money and start a new life, he wished you were in it.

when he entered the lobby and saw the familiar faces of the lobby guy smiling at him like he always does and the receptionist girl. he was going to walk to the elevator when he saw a similar silhouette sitting on one of the fancy couches that was located in the lobby.

his heart raced faster and pounded louder than it ever did, when he saw you sitting, your head between your hands as you curled up.

“y/n?” his voice sounded weak, like he wasn’t the one throwing hateful words towards you and making you cry. he hated himself for making you cry so badly.

you lifted your head from your knees, your eyes red and puffy from crying, your mascara smudged to your cheeks. he stared down at you, not understanding a thing why you were here, and how to react to you being there.

“i need you jake.” you talked, wiping away your tear as you stood up from the chair you were sitting on.

“because i fell in love with you.”

to be continued.

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