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monsterinmyboxers · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne x Male! Top stripper.

⠀⠀ virginity stripped.

pairing. bruce wayne x top stripper male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. patman is such a virgin. also im sorry this took so long i got distracted (jake sullyyjfj) riddler doesn’t exist in this n the end is kinda rushed

content. one night stand, lots of prep; fingering + rimming, sir kink, dirty talk; degradation + praise + pet names, chest play, lil cum play, lust at first sight.

bruce didn’t really know how he got here.

but, he didn’t really care either.

the only thing he could really recall was how you moved in such tight clothing, bulge out for everyone to see and attempt to claw at. you caught his eye as he caught yours, embarrassment making his face flush, quickly looking at the ground.

he was here for you. after he say you when selina had the contact lenses in, her sauntering through the club, looking over at you with a smile and a nod of acknowledgment.

he had asked who you were, not close enough for the contacts to gain any identification, and she said a friend. he wanted to know more, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. besides, selina was rather closed off, she probably wouldn’t reveal much information.

bruce shouldn’t be here, he knows that, but the urge to meet you face to face was overwhelming.

though, he couldn’t quite seem to get close enough to you to do that. luckily, you had the courage he couldn’t conjure, at least not in a situation like this.

after your time was up, you step off the stage, walking past people with such confidence bruce couldn’t muster in this type of crowd. to his surprise, you were headed towards him.

he was dressed in layers, not wanting to attract attention, keeping himself hidden in the audience. yet, you spotted him in seconds, no hesitation or shame shown — discarding the fact that you were half naked. your lower half was mostly covered, but didn’t leave much to the imagination.

turning his body towards you, he looks up. you were bigger than he had anticipated — he had been staring from a distance, after all. you tilt your head, eyes squinting a bit before widening. he knew why, but didn’t glance away from you. he wouldn’t dare. why? why couldn’t he look away? why didn’t he cover his face, hide his identity? why did he even come here?

“didn’t know someone of your status would be in a place like this.” he didn’t know what to do, knowing that if you decided to tell someone, anyone that you found bruce wayne in the iceberg lounge, it could ruin his reputation. even with all this going through his head, he still kept his calm demeanor. you saw no sign of panic from him, but gave reassurance anyway. “i won’t tell.”

he has yet to say anything, and it made you curious. “why are you here?” you were met with silence for a moment. he couldn’t tell you why he was here, because the answer was you, and he didn’t want to seem like a stalker as you’ve never interacted before this. so, he went with whatever else came to mind.

“entertainment.” one of your eyebrows twitch upward, lips turning into a smirk. “oh? well, maybe i can entertain you, then?” he thinks for a moment, then speaking again. “i don’t want to watch you dance.” you laugh, “that’s not what i was offering, sweetheart.”

he seems to tense at your words, heart racing faster, throat dry. you catch on, chuckling once more. “you know what i’m talking about, huh?” you step closer, testing boundaries, and he backs away. little did he know, a wall was behind him, only becoming aware when his back hit the flat surface.

“you wanna get fucked, don’t you?” he lets out a shaky breath, pupils dilating. you were so close, nose almost touching his. your height difference came into play, making him feel that somehow he was the weaker one here, vulnerability on an all time high. “didn’t know the bruce wayne could be so perverted.” despite the fact that you were degrading him, you made sure to keep quiet, so others couldn’t listen in on your conversation.

he couldn’t speak, as if his voice was stripped away from him, but the blush on his face and that look in his eye spoke for themselves.

this led to the present, where you and him were in a private room inside the club, lips connecting sloppily. he didn’t have much experience in kissing, that much was obvious. but he made up for it with what you could only describe as enthusiasm. something you don’t see often coming from him.

though, it made you wonder what else was he inexperienced in. could you be his first time? fuck, the thought made you hot all over.

while you were lost in thought, your hands decide to move without your permission, rubbing along his sides and down to his thighs — feeling the muscle through the fabric.

your imagination ran wild, and you planned to make it a reality soon enough.

you guided him to the bed behind him, separating from him once the back of his knees hit the edge. “you gonna be good for me, mr. wayne?” you tease. bruce ignored that and nodded. “yes, sir.” it was almost silent. god, he was so fucking cute.

“sit.” you cock your head towards the mattress, and he immediately obeys. he’s stuck between looking at you, and your dick. it felt like you were testing him, and he didn’t want to upset you. so, he stared up, just as he was earlier during your shift. with the occasional glances towards your bare upper body.

“so pretty,” thick fingers comb through his hair, him leaning into the touch, eyelids heavy. your other hand works on your pants, pulling them to your mid thigh. you gently gripped his hair, getting his attention, and his line of sight slowly directs itself toward your crotch. his hips twitch, cock throbbing as he saw yours. you were so hard — did he do this to you?

his hands tremble as they were placed on your knees, bruce looking to you for approval. all you have to do is tilt your head, and he starts slipping your underwear down, eyebrows raising as your cock almost hits him, surprise etched into his features. you bite your tongue, finding his expression adorable.

“you’re leaking.” his voice was shy, quiet, feeling so much more vulnerable and he wasn’t even nude. he was right, a mere droplet of pre-cum gathering at your slit. “clean it up for me.” your tone was firm, but soft. he swallows at your words, hesitating before putting a thumb above the tear of pre-cum, tenderly wiping it off. that’s not exactly what you meant, but you were satisfied anyway.

what he did next was a shock to you. he brought his finger to his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip past his lips and licking the liquid off. he makes a curious face, trying to decipher if he liked the taste or not. and you found the entire process fucking adorable.

so much so, that you bend down to grab at his legs, lifting him a bit to move him further up the bed. he grunts, head now resting on one of the many silky pillows. hands grab at the button on his jeans, but before doing anything you look at him. “may i?” he barely gave you time to speak. “yes. please, sir. please.”

without a second thought, you undo his pants, pulling them off completely — bringing his underwear down with it. he had prepared himself before, but turns out, he still wasn’t quite ready for the temperature of the room, legs closing rather quickly — making him wince.

you noticed fast, jumping to comfort him, nails grazing themselves over his meaty thighs. “oh, no. spread those legs for me, sweet thing. can i call you that, bruce? hm?” it was said in a whisper, the mans legs gradually falling to opposite sides. a nod would follow that, answering your question. “god, you’re perfect.”

praise fell from your lips easily now, mouth finding other targets besides his own. after shedding some layers, you were able to suck along his neck, leaving light marks. bruce rarely goes out, but you wanted to be respectful. he still had a hoodie on, one that was slightly too big on him, and he looked so pretty in it you let him keep it on. still, that didn’t mean you were gonna leave his upper body unattended to.

you lift the thick fabric up, just under his chin, exposing his chest. “you just get better by the second, don’t you?” you spoke before leaning down, paying much attention to those hills of skin. you took this chance to leave dark hickeys, knowing they wouldn’t be seen by public.

and fuck, his tits looked so pretty marked up, nipples wet with your spit, red and erect. he gave grunts and whines at the attention, the muscles in his arms flexing as they held onto you, which pushed the meat of his pecs together. you couldn’t tell if he did that in purpose or not. but, at this point, you couldn’t care. why would you? either way, it was hot.

you went down again, but instead of sucking, you bit into the skin surrounding the bruised nub. not enough to make him bleed, but enough to leave behind imprints of your teeth. he choked on a cry, back arching, effectively pushing his body closer to yours. and he swore he heard a growl vibrate against him, sending chills up his spine. once you pulled away, your lips smother the outline of the bite in kisses.

you grin, now moving on from his chest, finding your way to his thighs. he whines, both because of the hickeys you place and the fact that you deliberately avoided his cock. it was pathetic. the flushed tip drooled onto his abs, twitching at every touch you gave. so sensitive.

you decide to give him what he wants, sort of. you go between his legs, keeping them apart, but instead of going for his dick, you grip onto his hips and position them up, running your tongue over his hole. he almost yelped, hands moving down to grab at your hair. you raise your eyebrows, looking at him. “didn’t expect my tongue, huh? it would make the most sense to start with — it’s already slick, and smaller than my dick and fingers, more flexible.”

the explanation wasn’t exactly unnecessary, bruce slowly nodding as he relaxed a little. you hum at that, getting back to work. you wet his hole, then slipped your tongue inside. your thumbs trace shapes onto his waist, hoping to bring some form of consolation. it was painfully obvious that he was a virgin, so this situation could get overwhelming if you didn’t go slow with prep.

you could hear him gulp, letting out trembling breaths as he tried to figure out what to hold on to. he lands on the sheets below him, needing some sort of stability even though he was already laying down. it felt so new, so different. it was almost awkward, but the pleasure overrides that feeling. he trusted you, somehow, a complete stranger — who has remained unnamed. hell, all he knows about you is that you’re a friend of selina’s and you work at the iceberg lounge as a stripper.

yet, excusing everything, he still trusts you. what the hell is wrong with him?

he couldn’t think to find an answer to that question, mind blurry as you explored his formerly untouched insides.

you allowed yourself to drool as much as you pleased, wanting to get him as slick as possible. he’d clench around your tongue, feeling your spit trail down his ass. your noises were dramatic, but it seemed to turn bruce on more. to know you were so determined to make him feel good, to prepare him for your fingers, your cock, it made him feel excited. the majority of anxiety from before left, because he knew you were here solely for his pleasure.

god, you ate him out like you were starving.

though, that bliss didn’t last much longer, you pulling away and wiping away any saliva on your chin. you stood, leaning over and smashing your lips against his. you didn’t bother keeping it sweet, letting him taste himself. it felt incredible, for both of you. your hand rummaged through a drawer in the nightstand — finding a tube of lube inside, and a condom. you grabbed both. you set the condom aside, opening the lube once you disconnected from bruce.

“i got more than one reason to call you sweet now, huh?” bruce may have been clueless when it came to dirty talk, but he knew what you meant by that. he was quick to agree, not wanting to leave your question, hypothetical or not, unanswered. while he panted, you squirt the lubricant over your fingers, covering two.

you press against his ass, middle finger putting more and more pressure until it pushes past the ring. he chokes on his own spit, attempting to swallow but failing as your nail scrapes his walls. tears form at his waterline, bruce quickly shoving his face into a pillow, ashamed.

“baby, hey, look at me.” he refused, just for a second, before slowly looking back at you — droplets falling down his temple. “that’s it, good.” you kiss them away, then landing on his lips. it was like time had slowed down, as if you had any control over such. but in this moment, you might as well have.

“am i going too fast? should i stop?” he shakes his head no, giving you a pleading look — otherwise known as puppy eyes. bruce didn’t even think he was capable of that. “keep going. please.”

you merely hum, your free hand grasping onto his dick, giving some distraction as your finger dragged in and out of him. eventually, once he had calmed down, you curled it towards his bladder — and fuck, the cry he let out made everything worth it.

you seemed to have hit his prostate dead on, not judging just from his voices heightened pitch, but from how much cum had shot out of his cock. it was a surprise to see, yet was greeted by words of adoration anyway.

another finger prodded at his rim, almost cautiously sliding inside to join the other. a gasp was heard, your palm continuing to stroke his half-hard dick. he’d try to protest, but no words came out. at least, none that were decipherable. the constant stimulation had his hands trembling, reaching for your wrists.

“oh, you can handle it. i know you can. if you can’t take this, then you can’t have my dick..” you trail off, tilting your head a bit, “and that’s the whole reason why you’re here, right?”

his response is subtle, letting you go — only to wrap his arms around your shoulders. he wants you close, to feel your warmth, that much is obvious. you gladly oblige, nudging your nose against his. in this moment, he had forgotten what was happening, until your digits split and scissored his hole.

he almost squeaked, whines broken into small pieces; choppy and weak. a minute passes, maybe more — you had stopped keeping count the second you got into the bedroom — and you deemed him prepped enough. it’s not like either of you could wait much longer.

taking your fingers away, you grab the condom from before and rip it open with your teeth. bruce sat there, clenching around nothing, feeling so unbearably empty.

it was hard to believe he was once in his home, so hesitant to come here, to meet you, to have you inside him just a little over two hours ago. now, all he could think about was you. he couldn’t imagine not having you in his life.

a little odd that he’s become this attached simply because you had the ability to see right through him, to know what he wanted from just a glance. he should be more threatened than anything, but he was rather impressed. it was often hard to tell what he was feeling, if anything at all.

bruce couldn’t stop thinking. you would help with that soon.

what snapped him back into reality was the sudden weight on his rim, and your breath fanning the skin of his ear. “ready?” simple question, really. but, bruce was reluctant to answer. he felt himself shying away.

“baby?” he’d look your way, and seeing that look on your face made his heart skip a beat. despite the fact that you were about to fuck him, your eyes held such softness he had never encountered before.

you didn’t have to say anything else as he nodded, letting out a small “yes”. you checked for doubt, which he shut down quickly. “i want this. please.” he ended it with a kiss, sitting up and initiating. one turned into more, meanwhile your hand helped you inch your way inside him.

you muffle whatever came from his mouth, exchanges sloppy, his dull nails digging into your shoulder blades as his focus scattered. the intrusion was restrained, as he clamped around you every other second. though, he relaxed fully when he realized that he had some sort of control; being in charge of the tempo.

you had bottomed out, and bruce wrapped his legs around your waist, using enough strength to keep you from moving — even if you weren’t going to in the first place. he let out heavy sighs, getting used to having a real cock inside him. his palm rested on his abdomen; where he assumed your dick was.

bit by bit, his thighs loosen their hold on your middle. you hold them, feeling them ease up beneath your fingers. he experimentally moved his ass, testing the waters, and you take that as a sign to move yourself. your motions sync, causing you both to moan softly. coming closer, you slot your head into the crook of his neck, getting into a considerably more intimate position before rolling your hips.

you rock into him, moving both him and yourself in the process, pushing him into the mattress as he clung to you. he took note of the details along your cock, squeezing around you simply to remember every aspect. any vein, any curve, he wants it engraved into his damn brain.

he doesn’t want to forget this night, in case he never gets to experience it again.

he’d attempt to grind back onto you, to assist you somehow, but his move lower body stutters, warmth growing in the pit of his stomach. it wasn’t much of a surprise. it didn’t take much to see how touch starved bruce was, once you got him on his back.

a few more deep thrusts, and he whispered to you, “gonna come, sir,” all you do is continue, pace picking up speed. with you moving with more vigor, he came fast, a fresh coat of cum covering his torso atop the past load.

before he could get overstimulated any more, you pull out, dick still hard as ever. he wanted to tell you to put it back, finish in him, even though you have a condom on — but you thought otherwise. he couldn’t even sit up to see what you were doing, you weren’t going to put him through much more.

you fist your cock, moaning through gritted teeth when you came inside the latex. after doing so, you slip it off, keeping as much as your cum inside.

“hey, baby,” you hold the filled condom for him to glance at, “wanna keep it?” you say this with a smirk, doing this just to tease him. he only groans, a sweaty arm draping itself over his eyes.

you take advantage of his current blindness, flipping the soiled condom over and pouring any cum that would leak out onto his abs. he jolted at the unexpected feeling, not daring to take his forearm away. you only laugh.

“don’t start licking it up until i’m back, pervert.”

#fics by jj #bruce wayne #male reader #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman #batman x male reader #the batman #dom male reader #top male reader

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victheclown · 1 month

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Dance with the Devil (BandPunch)

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Opening the giant doors leading inside of the Studios’ theater, Robin led the much shorter man through the empty line and all the way backstage for now, all the while Leon glanced around the place with a curious look while he was being metaphorically dragged to where they were meant to go.

L: “Woah… Dude, this place is really cool! I can totally see why you were put to guard the place here-”

R: “Of course I was! It simply makes sense.”

L: “Sure thing dude, hehe.”

Finally, from behind the stage, the two were on the actual theater stage. The entire seating area for a potential audience was empty currently, and apart from a few stage lights now being turned on, all of it was dark. It was actually almost entirely empty, apart from them both, and a few origami soldiers that seem to be roaming about, doing… whatever really.

L: “.... Huh! Kinda liveless here. Figured there’d be more of an audience!” R: “There will be. But…” Robin crossed his arms, turning away from Leon as he gazed off to the side for a moment, furrowing his brows as he thought for a moment… Was this good? Will this work out? Was he even… Entirely sure what he wanted to do anymore?

… It’s like every bit of a plan he had for this moment suddenly slipped his mind. He could only barely think straight now as he let out a quiet, mildly frustrated sigh… Why was it so hard to think? He has no issues planning anything down to the smallest letter, to make sure everything would be perfect… Why couldn’t he now?

L: “... But?” The demon slightly tilted his head in response, just a little confused before Robin quickly turned back towards him, putting his hands behind his back with an attempt to throw away any doubt and regain his composure once more.

R: “... We won’t need any audience tonight. I'd only like to practice.”

Leon quickly put on an excited smile again as his tail began to sway around a little behind him. L: “Yeah! You said something about dancing, yeah dude?”

R: “Mhm…” L: “.... Just, uhh, why me exactly? I’m not sure if my style of dance is exactly what you need-” R: “- And yet, you are the only one who knows at least something about dancing in general.”

L: “... Yeah! Sounds about right.”

With that out of the way, Robin looks over to a small group of Folded Soldier Shy Guys carrying equipment around, before pointing at one of them and calling out to them. R: “You! You’re going to be on the piano again. Just as practiced, alright?? I don’t want to hear anything out of tune today!” Without hesitation (and possibly out of mild fear), the Origami Shy Guy hurries over to a small stage piano, which it rolls over a little to get it into position before sitting down on the chair. Robin looks back down to Leon, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

R: “Alright darling. It’s really not difficult, just a simple waltz. All you have to do is follow my lead.”

L: “... Isn’t that going to be a bit hard? Why didn’t you get someone taller than-” R: “We’ll manage. No more talk back now, we ARE doing this, okay-”

He was going to admit, seeing Robin this adamant about this was a little confusing to say the least. But he was completely up to helping his fellow dancer, even if he didn’t quite understand his thought process behind asking him in particular. With a quick crash course from Robin around how closed positions in a waltz worked and Leon having an at least decent grasp at how it worked in theory, he eventually snaps his fingers at the Shy Guy at the piano, signaling it to start playing on his cue.

R: “Okay… You don’t need to do much. Just… Follow what I do. Simple enough?”

L: “Yup! Can do, dude.”

Well then. Robin took a bit of a breath before placing his right hand, slowly, on the other’s back, and then leading Leon’s left hand, letting it go at his right shoulder then, where Leon placed it then. Taking his now free remaining hand into his own then, he taps the back of his heel on the ground to alert the piano assigned Shy Guy.

Then, counting down from four, their dance began. To the slow and graceful music from the piano, Robin attempts to guide Leon around the stage in their dance. It went about as he nearly expected - Leon wasn’t doing terribly, but he definitely wasn’t at all familiar with such a slow and coordinated way of dancing. Needless to say, he fell over quite a few times, whether it be over his own feet or over Robin’s.

It did test Robin’s patience, quite a lot even. But something inside his mind wanted to keep going anyway, if just to be here for a little while longer. Even if this just went wrong in every possible way, simply the way of being this close, hand on hand, arm around him, moving so closely together to the soft ringing of the piano keys echoing through the theater… He couldn’t deny it. It was a feeling he didn’t want to stop.

As the amount of times they had to try again due to a dumb mistake from Leon, he began to grow a little less enthusiastic about all this. He expected this to be difficult for sure, but that he was going to be THIS bad at this? He honestly did expect at least a little better of himself… And part of him thought that Robin did so as well. During their next attempt, his gaze wandered off to the side a little, with a frown on his face.

R: “... Hey, darling. Look at me.”

Robin was rather quick to catch up on this. After getting Leon’s attention and gaze on him once more, he took a moment to try and figure out what to say, and ultimately… he just spoke freely from his mind for once.

R: “... You’re doing great, Leon. You’ve never done this before, so don’t feel bad. Alright?”

Leon quietly stares up at Robin for a moment, not quite sure what to say or how to react. He then let out a quiet chuckle before putting on a happy little grin, his tail slightly swaying around a little as they moved.

L: “Heh... Okay. Thank you.”

As he smiled up at him, Robin felt as if his heart just began to burn up inside of his chest. A feeling, amongst many right now, which he wasn’t used to at all. He nearly instinctively put his hand on top of it, lightly pulling and pressing on the bands that made up his harness to let out some built up emotions through his hands. But in no way was that enough. How was he supposed to even react to something he’d never known before? Should he laugh? Cry?

R: “... Heh… Haha.. Ahahaha-!-”

… He ended up doing both. He suddenly stopped and let go of Leon, supporting his hands on his knees as he lowered his head with a mixture of laughter and some light sobs. It was nearly out of his control now. He lived for drama, sure… But this was something else, even for him.

Leon stumbled back a little when Robin almost broke down laughing and crying, nearly forgetting he even felt down before. Instead he now felt a little panicked at this rather unnatural reaction from his friend.

L: “R.. Robin?- Are.. Are you okay, dude-” But it was almost to no use. Robin put a hand on his head, hiccuping a little from the continued cry-laughter as he seemed to try and specifically avoid looking Leon in his eyes right now.

R: “Haha-... Stop… Stop looking at me with that… Dumb… Cute… Face of yours..!..”

That was all he managed to bring out between fits of laughter filled with tears running down his face.

L: “... Huh?”

Not all too sure how to react or what to say, Leon simply stood around, waiting for anything else to happen. He lightly fiddled around with the zipper from his jacket, until Robin managed to calm down enough to get back up, letting out a few shaky laughs as he wiped any remaining tears from his eyes. Though there still remained a hint of distress in his voice as he finally began to speak up again.

R: “... Haha… Wow… I’m a mess… What a disaster…”

L: “Hey… Robin, dude- If something’s up, you can tell me..” R: “... I actually don’t even know what to say… Somehow…”

Robin let out a groan in frustration, grasping his harness’ bands with both hands as he took a deep breath, looking over to the much shorter man now with some desperation in his eyes. This was a scenario he wasn’t at all prepared for, a scenario he COULDN’T prepare for. He attempted to have everything figured out, that nothing could go wrong with this… And still he failed. All of these immense feelings messed up his brain and heart in more ways than he could ever have anticipated.

… He wanted to be angry so bad, but he couldn’t. Not at Leon, even when knowing he was the direct cause of this.

He can’t just be angry at him.

R: “... I can’t take this… Everything you do… Everything you say… It makes me feel so… so… gah-! I can’t take it-!...” That brief outburst got Leon to step away a little further, his tail wrapping slightly around one of his legs as his ears went down a little. He was a little stunned for a moment, not quite sure what was going on with his friend here, until he spoke again.

L: “... Do you… Want me to leave?” R: “No!- That’s EXACTLY what I DON’T want!-..... Gh…”

He truly couldn’t take this any longer. Whatever it was that was building up so much inside of him now, he couldn’t bring himself to contain it any more. Without much thinking, he reached over to grab Leon’s hands, leaning down to him as their faces were now only inches away from one another.

R: “You don’t understand Leon- I… I love you. I love you so much it makes me crazy-”

His voice quivered as he spoke, and for what feels like the first time in forever, he spoke completely freely from his completely overwhelmed mind now, flooded with emotions not even he could keep locked up for much longer.

R: “I.. I don’t know what to do. What was I thinking- To think this entire charade I’ve been putting up was in any way going to help with this- if only it made it WORSE- and I-... I…” L: “... Hey.” Leon briefly interrupted him in his stutters, wrapping his fingers around his hands now as he gave them a gentle squeeze. He was still a little unsure how to go about his own words, especially with how distressed Robin was in the moment. But part of him wanted to take the chance…

L: “... Did you mean this? What… You just said?” R: “... Yes. Yes I… I did.”

Both of them looked the other in the eyes now, with both now taking a moment to try and make up their mind on where to go from this. This was rather sudden…. But they could make it work, surely.

L: “... Heh, I’ll be real, this is kind of a surprise… Coming from you, from all people.” R: “... What makes you say that?”

L: “Y’know… Nothing against you really, but… You didn’t exactly seem like the kinda guy lookin’ for any kinda relationship like that… Especially not with someone like, well… Me.” Robin frowns a little for a moment, holding Leon’s hands a little closer to himself now as his tone begins to appear a little more collected again than it was just before.

R: “Oh darling- Don’t say that. You are a very interesting individual, yes… And your taste in music is abominable at best at times…”

He then let out another slightly frustrated breath, letting go of one of his hands now to cover part of his face, which was beginning to heat up quite a lot at this point.

R: “... But the Vellumentals be damned, your energy, your unrivaled passion for what you do.. And so much more… It’s something someone couldn’t help but… Love…”

By that point, Leon couldn’t help but smile again, his tail swaying back and forth now. A thought came to his mind then, something he in one way was a little hesitant to go forward with… But what the hell, here goes.

With Robin leaning down far enough that he could reach his face, Leon reached up just as much as he needed to with his free hand to place it on the back of Robin’s neck and gently pull him into a kiss, not thinking too much about it now. Robin was a little surprised for a moment. And though part of him was still quite overwhelmed by his own inability to keep his emotions in check… he didn’t quite pull back in any way, leaning into the kiss as he placed his own free hand on Leon’s shoulder.

Time practically stopped as the two stood in the middle of the theater stage together, in each other’s arms. They weren’t quite sure how long they’d been here now for as they eventually break the kiss, looking into each other's eyes in complete silence now.

Somehow, despite how wrong things went just before… It was all so good now, so… wonderful even. Robin almost couldn’t believe it actually… But now was not the time to freak out about it anymore. Somehow, it worked out… He didn’t know how, or if he would ever understand… But it worked.

L: “... Hey… Want to try that dance one more time? I think I’ll get it right this time.” R: “... Sure, sure. Of course.”

With a quick indicator for the piano music to start again, the two made their for now final attempt at this dance. It went well, not perfect, but well. And towards the end, Leon swiftly took a hold of Robin and picked him up into his arms, with little to no effort. Robin let out a surprised gasp for a moment, holding closely onto the other’s shoulders before he realized what was going on. Leon simply gave him a smile, his tail swaying in circles with excitement.

L: “Hehe, how was that?”

He let out a happy little laugh, Robin glancing off for a moment as he put a hand over his now very warm face.

R: “... Your posture needs work… But… It was good… Very good…”

In a way, he couldn’t help but admire that bit of confidence Leon showed him now. With Robin in his arms, he decides to sit on the stage floor now, loosening his grip on him a little so he could move.

L: “Heh, hard to get a good posture going when you’re so tall.”

R: “Now now… No excuses, heh.”

Robin moved a little to the ground himself, and after a moment of consideration pulled Leon over to his lap, loosely putting his arms around him, to which the other happily snuggled up against him with his head and a very soft and quiet purring sound. His tail slowly began to wrap around one of Robin’s legs now as the two cuddled up together.

R: “... Didn’t expect you to enjoy this that much.” L: “Mmrrp…”

He let out a light chuckle as he began to run a hand through Leon’s hair slowly as he leaned against him, to which Leon only responded by rubbing his head right into his hand.

R: “Heh… Look at you.”

He let out a soft, happy sigh, continuing to slowly and gently brush his fingers through the demon’s tied up hair. With the silence filling the theater room, it was a rather calming experience, something both of them rather enjoyed. Leon opened his eyes then as he looked up to Robin, speaking up with a lightly joking tone.

L: “Hmhm… Did the practice help at all by the way? Or was it just to get me to come with you?”

R: “Hm? Oh… Well yes, but… I really did want to practice a little also.”

Robin let out a light hum as he spoke, his gaze trailing off a little as his hand stayed gently rubbing Leon’s head now.

R: “... I do have a big show coming up after all… My big debut.”

L: “Yeah! You talked about that! You’re gonna nail that, I know it.” R: “Heh… I know… Hey. You should come to see it. If you can, that is.” He quickly raised his head at that, a small sparkle coming up in his eyes as he grins up at Robin.

L: “Oh…! Totally!! I can totally manage that, yeah!!”

His tail sways a little against one of Robin’s legs it was currently wrapped around, to which he gave a smile of his own in response.

R: “Heheh… Wonderful.”

They were there for a few more hours for sure, until it came to Robin that he had a few things to take care of of his own now. Soon enough, the two got to the currently very quiet entrance to Shogun Studios, where they bid each other farewell.

R: “Alright... Until next time then.

L: “Yeah! It’s been… Really, really nice with you.” Though his normal enthusiasm still shined through, there was a hint of how flustered he was now also. Robin couldn’t help but chuckle at that before leaning down to the demon and giving him a kiss on his cheek, rendering the other speechless for a moment.

R: “Remember me in your dreams now, will you darling?~”

Leon was stunned for a brief moment, slowly putting a hand over what was now the smudge of yellow lipstick on his cheek. It took him a moment of just staring up at Robin before he could speak.

L: “... Heh… I will… I could never forget someone like you.”

R: “I’m simply flattered.”

He smiled down at him as he slowly turned his way back to the way towards the studio, giving him another smile and a wave as he spoke.

R: “Take care then, darling… I love you.”

This last part…. Came almost naturally now. He felt so calm, even with all these new feelings still stirring around inside of him. And surely, that feeling was mutual between them both. With a wagging tail and a very enthusiastic wave in return, Leon stumbled his way off on his own.

L: “Love you too !! See you !”

R: “... And when the time comes, don’t forget about my show!”

L: “I promise you- I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world!”

#writing #pmtok #paper mario #the origami king #los #legion of stationary #bandpunch #Hole Punch | Leon #Rubber Band | Robin #I wrote this a while ago before i got active on tumblr again n remembered this so fkgdsjkgsd #may not be great #im no good at writing but i like to get silly sometimes #this was one of those times #i love them so much no one could ever love them like i do im gonna sob #crying wailing even/pos

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¤ You adopted one furry, and one furry is enough, because eversince your history with furry wasn't nice, you still decided why not? Not all furries are the same. Even your friends whined you to have one, since you couldn't pull a boyfriend for youe last 24 years. And so you did adopt one furry, a golden retriever hybrid. Things might not have start out well, but at least it's going to be good in the end, right? ... Right? ¤

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"You are going to be fine, Jake" Jay's head twist on its own before staring at his phone, opposite caller being Jake who wears a suit. For it being Jake anxious is normal, and also asking Jay for fashion advice is also normal, but Jay couldn't understand what's there to be anxious. The fact that hybrids are well loved is nothing to be anxious about, so even if Jake falls into a mistake, the audience will still cooed by his actions.

"I don't know Jay, should I just bail out and tell yn noona that I'm not feeling well?" Jake whimpers and Jay's orbs went into a single line.

"Don't you dare said that after I made an effort for your current outfit."

"Fine fine," Jake barks. Arranging his attire, Jake looks back at Jay and tilts his head. "What should I do after I get there?"

"Listen to whatever yn noona tells you to do. It is her work party afterall, and you are just the one being invited." Jay twists his head once again. Before Jake responds to the reply, a knock sounded and the door opens, revealing Hyejin smiling brightly towards Jake.

"Looking handsome there, Jake. Unfortunately, yn is done so if you're done too you can head downstairs. All of us are waiting." With that, she closes the door and leave Jake alone back with Jay, this time Jay shooing off Jake.

The formal party is held in a ballroom, and so being escorted by waitresses and waiters isn't rare in a formal party, but it made Jake awe at the quality of the venue. Getting in even makes him feel low of his outfit.

The chandelier is place highly up on top at the center of the ceiling, covered in black and the design is definitely not easy to make. Long tables with white cloths are places in criss-cross style, followed by tables placed parallel and further away from the entrance. There is a second floor as so to look down at the stage, and the barriers are curved and being designed in a Roman Empire style. In the middle of the criss-cross tables and the nearest parallel table stood a beautiful glowing flower bouquet, poke in thousands of flowers of pink and white to create a big bouquet including the yellow light that shines. The whole lighting itself is in a mixture of pink and purple, white light shines around the room with its design. And lastly, the table decorations are red roses and golden mat, are placed neatly and satisfying. People who have arrived early are slowly filling up the space, all dressed up as if the outfits are screaming formal. It is just the start of the party.

Jake looks around the ballroom, you latch yourself to Jake, trying to make him move as he looks around.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?" Hyejin asks right beside you and you gaze over to Jake, since him smiling, yet you shrug, fearing that he might not get used to such a big crowd, yet might the biggest crowd you and him might be seeing today.

Yes, it is a formal party for all around the world CEOs to attend. As much as you would like to reject to offer because you are not one for this sort of event, the invitation letter sent to your letterbox screamed at you that you not attending one of the biggest formal party is a disgrace to your company, and the name might be dismissed away. You couldn't do that, and so for the sake of your company's name, you have to come.

"I don't know Hye. He is just a hybrid, he doesn't work at my company, so there is nothing for him to get used for." You unintentionally caress his arm, worrisome for Jake creeps you. You take a deep breath, and Jake got alerted by your thumb caressing on his sleeve. He watches you get anxious, and he wants to calm you down. But in this sort of event, he's not sure of what and what not to do, and so he have his other free hand placed on top of your latched hand, giving her something like a support.

The formal party is boring Jake to say the least, bunch of work talks and MC be talking work related subjects, while doing that the audience claps for whatever reason, Jake almost did any silly thing that came into his mind. He went fidget, but calmed himself down. He wanted to search for help from you, but you seemed too engrossed to the speech, and so he decided to stay sane for a little while until the speech ended. It was when finally, the speech ended, and it is time to get a break.

"Do you want to get some food?" You asks, yet you get a motion response before seeing Jake pulls you hand out to the outdoor of the building. You questioned his action, but then got reminded that he is a golden retriever hybrid, in which he has to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling inside him. You immediately felt guilty and pet his head, giving him a comfort feeling that he earns. "You are doing a good job, Jake. A good boy."

He smiles tiredly, yet grew fond of you petting him. "I sure am, yn noona."

A few while later, you drag him to sit down on a stone bench, and the two of you gaze up in the sky, watching dark blue colour colours the sky which faint stars hung up.

"I... am afraid of dogs." You confessed. "They bit me, and like it just seems that I don't have a close quick relationship with dogs. That's why I was skeptical when I got announced that I was going to have you. It's weird enough that I am okay with any pets but just dogs, but I am willing to face my fear starting from you. You know... because you're a hybrid."

"It's okay noona, I don't mind that you start with me." Jake whimpers and you giggles at his reply, though do not understand.

"Well, as you can tell, none of us have a hybrid before so you have to tell us, straightforwardly, our mistakes. I might be hard-headed a few times so, you can... I don't know, bark or growl at me if you're feeling angry and mad at me, or if you're feel like giving up and all."

"Of course! Anything for you noona!" Jake barks, and his head comes in contact with your shoulder as he snuggles a little, before leaning his head on top of your shoulder, enjoying the sky in silence.

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sweetflanfiction · 1 year

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The Arena - Part 3

Universe: Alice in Borderland Pairing: Chishiya x reader Disclaimer Pt.2: The story isn't finished, but I had to get this out of my head. I hope this isn't very bad and sorry if it is! This isn't prooread...Anything between these // // is a flashback/not real. Also I need to thank @proseinborderland for being awesome!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // End

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As the four of you walked into the hotel’s small auditorium, shuffling to find four empty chairs, you saw Chishiya's head snap to the front of the room. He shook it after a second or two.

"Are you sure you are all right?" You mumbled behind him and he nodded.

He sat down between you and Kaori, and leaned back into the chair, hands in pockets. He looked like being here was the most boring thing he could be doing. One thing you, and most people, had found about the man was that he had this permanent resting bitch face no matter what he was doing. It didn't mean he was uninterested or not listening. On the contrary, he was probably absorbing everything said around him. His face was just blank. Unless someone spent time with him to understand his twitches and micro expressions, he would look like the definition of 'deadpan'.

"You're not going to take notes?" Ari asked as we all started to take out our tablets. He shook his head.

"Chishiya!" Kaori slapped the side of his thigh and he looked at them, rubbing the spot.

"This will be released on the internet at some point." He put his hands in his pockets and waited for the lights to dim. “I’m sure it'll still be up to date.”

Kaori huffed at him, pinging the bridge of their nose and muttering something under their breath. The lights dimmed slightly and the room grew quieter.

Although you could tell he was teasing your friend, it still bothered you that he didn’t seem to be taking this seriously. He noticed your frowning. Without shifting his gaze from the stage, he took his hands out of his pockets and shuffled around in the inner pocket of the jacket, producing a digital voice recorder. You rolled your eyes at his antics and leaned your head towards him.

"You know you share a room with them right?" You quietly asked, mentioning Kaori.

"Your point being?" Chishiya whispered, his already raspy voice becoming a tone lower.

"They can kill you while you sleep."

"I didn't survive a meteor crash landing in Tokyo to be killed by a colleague at a cardiology conference."

"Maybe that's exactly why you survived." You winked at him and smiled.

Chishiya smiled back at you and you were sure your heart skipped a bit. Both of your heads were leaning into the other, so close you could smell a faint hint of his cologne. As unusual as this closeness was, it didn’t feel foreign. If both of you were to be honest, this is the most relaxed you’ve been since stepping into the hotel.

"I absolutely love whatever this is," Ari gestured with her hand as you turned to look at her. "But the speaker just entered the stage."

Turning back to the stage you saw the speaker start to introduce himself to the audience. Repositioning the tablet on your lap you got ready for the first talk of the day.

Meanwhile, Chishiya was trying to juggle looking at the speaker and you. The small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips didn’t fade as you typed away on the gadget on your lap. As he tilted his head, he tried to figure out why he felt so drawn to you and why it felt so natural to be so close to you.

// Would you leave me behind or would you save me? //

His eyes darted from you to the rest of the group as your voice boomed into his brain. Yet you hadn’t moved your lips or even looked at him. But that was your voice. And you were…disappointed? But as far as he could remember, you were never angry with him.

“Kaori?” He whispered and his friend hummed in response. “You have a pencil…and some paper?”

They groaned and shifted to grab something from their messenger bag, handing him a notepad and a pen.

“Thanks.”

Guess he had to focus on something.

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There was no time to rest between the two seminars that were deemed ‘mandatory’. And at some point the four of you had to split, you and Kaori to one side, Ari and Chishiya to another. Your schedule for day one was so hectic that even Kaori had to give in and agree with Chishiya. This was not some vacation. By the time the last talk of the day ended the four of you had collapsed onto one of the lounge's couches.

"As interesting as the talks have been, I'm as dead as my lil' buddy here." Ari said, plugging her tablet into the nearest socket.

Everyone agreed and sat quietly for a while. The lounge had been the only place the group had found that was mostly quiet. Some of the staff from the Foundation and other institutions were in the lounge as well, but they were all talking in hushed tones. Probably as tired as you four are.

The low conversations started to become white noise as you sat in between Kaori and Ari, almost melting into the pleather sofa. Your eyes started to feel heavy.

// "Another card has appeared! Let's go guys! Form into groups" a deep voice shouted, followed by a chorus of other people screaming as well.

"Hope nobody dies this time." Another voice whispered behind you startling you. //

You jolted up, your heart in your throat, beating so fast it felt like it was about to leave your chest. The air you managed to breathe in didn’t seem to be enough to fill your lungs. More than the fright of hearing the shouts, it was the lingering sense of doom and danger that panicked you. All you wanted to do was leave. Your body was screaming at you to get out of this situation. You shut your eyes tight, trying to stop whatever was happening.

"Hey!" A familiar voice broke through. Kaori. "Hey buddy! Breathe! Come on. In and out…"

"I'll get some water!" Another familiar voice. Ari. “There’s medicine in our room!”

You felt someone grabbing your hands and rubbing circles on your palm. It was vigorous but not painful. It didn’t hurt as much as it was uncomfortable.

The strange mix of Kaori’s soothing tone and the uncomfortable swirls drawn in your palm made you calm down a bit, grounding you to the present. Your heart was still beating fast, your palms were still sweaty, but the blind panic was slowly giving way to a more rational state.

Opening your eyes slowly, you saw Kaori’s hand on your arm and looked at them.

“There you go.” They comforted you, rubbing your arm.

"I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster. “I don’t know…”

“It’s alright.” Kaori comforted you. “You’re okay. Everything’s alright."

Were you though? You hadn’t had a panic attack like this in a long time. At the beginning, right after the incident, this was normal. Whenever you heard a loud noise or a scream, you’d shut down, but it slowly got better.

“It’s the hotel.” You heard Chishiya mutter under his breath and you finally took notice of him, crouching in front of you, his hands on top of yours.

“What?” Kaori questioned.

“It’s the hotel.” He moved so he was sitting on the floor, managing to keep one of your hands in his. "There are too many sounds and movements. Our brains are still being rewired to be able to stand this big of a commotion without feeling like this is another life-threatening situation.”

“Should we ask them to dismiss her? I mean, if that’s what it is...they have to allow her to leave.” Kaori suggested but you shook your head.

“I’m fine.” You argued.

“Clearly you're not.” Chishiya countered.

“You’re a psychologist now?” There was a hint of anger behind your voice which surprised both your friends.

Ari seemed to appear out of nowhere, sitting down next to you and shoving a bottle of water into your hands and a few medicine tablets. When you hesitated she tilted her head as a warning. Ari wasn’t happy when her ‘doctors orders’ weren’t followed.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired.” You saw in everyone’s face nobody believed you. “Listen, we have no more conferences for today, and tomorrow’s schedule isn’t this intense, so please trust me. If I think it's too much I’ll go, but for now I’m alright.”

The three of them looked at each other and you felt like a kid waiting for your parents' permission to go to a friend's house. It would be angering if you didn’t know they had your best interests at heart.

“I don’t want you to be alone," Kaori said. “If this happens again.”

“I get to have babysitters now?”

“You get to have friends now.” Chishiya said from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

It didn't escape anyone that it had been the aloof doctor that mentioned the relationship between the four of you. He knew what it meant to not have friends, mostly of his own fault. He didn't see the point in wasting that bond now that he was discovering another side of himself.

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@phoenix666stuff // @rosesandlavendertea // @xiaoishwrites

#alice in borderland #chishiya #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader #aib chishiya #aib x reader #aib x you #chishiya x you #chishiya shuntaro #nijiro murakami #imawa no kuni no alice #chishiya headcanons #chishiya imagine #chishiya fluff #chishiya icons #jdrama

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pedanticat-scratching-post · 1 year

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Brighteyes, but if they were in the Ever After (Yes more pain OR NOT, you're choice :3c

This was a fun challenge that stumped me for a bit but I'm pretty proud of the solution I thought of. Enjoy!

As they ventured deeper into the village, Ruby and the others came upon a small purple wagon with the name Jinxy written on the wagon wall with it surrounded by various townsfolks. Upon seeing the wagon, Oscar pointed his finger at it. “There it is! The wagon that the raccoon drove off in when they stole long memory from me!”

Green flames poured from Penny’s eyes as she stared at the wagon. “Do not worry Oscar, I will retrieve your weapon from that thieving raccoon!”

Before Penny could take a step forward to do that, Oscar quickly grabbed Penny’s hand. “Wait! We can’t do that. That isn’t how it went in the story.”

“He’s right,” Ruby explained. “In the book, Alyx had to barter with Jinxy for her dagger. Until we have a better understanding of what’s going on, our best plan is to just follow the events of the story.”

Penny nodded in understanding as the flames from her eyes receded. Though before they could converse more, their attention was drawn back to the wagon when a section of the wall fell open, resulting in a cloud of purple dust mixed with colorful sprinkles emerging from it. When the clouds settled, an elderly raccoon no taller than three feet appeared on stage while holding a cane for support.

“Welcome, one and all!” Jinxy shouted towards the audience, all of whom cheered upon seeing the traveling salesman.

Penny let out a large gasp as she began to stare at Jinxy in wonder “They’re adorable!”

Though while Penny gushed over the anthropomorphic raccoon, Oscar stared at them in slight confusion. “That’s strange, the book depicted them as much younger…”

“I am Jinxy! The elderly raccoon exclaimed as he twirls his cane before softly tapping on the shelf behind him three separate times. With each respective tapping resulting in an item being dropped. A pink rabbit statue, a straw broom with what looked to be diamonds encrusted in its handle, and a jade doll. “And these are the finest treasures of the acre!”

Penny tilted her head. “None of those items look like your weapon Oscar. Could they have already sold it?”

Oscar shook his head. “In the book, all Jinxy's treasures were just other items in disguise. They did it so that people would think they're buying something extremely valuable.”

Penny folded her arms. “Well, that seems like a dishonest way to run a business.”

While Oscar chuckled over Penny’s comment, Ruby turned towards him. “Well, Alyx managed to pick out her dagger by listening to her heart. What does your heart say?”

Oscar scratched his chin as he took a second look at Jinxy’s display, who was still in the process of wooing the crowd with showmanship. “I feel like it's the broom. There is something about it that feels familiar.”

“First item! This diamond-studded rabbit!” Jinxy shouted before directing his cane at a yellow toy-like townsperson. “You there, come on up!”

As the townsperson waddled up on the stage, Penny turned to the others. “How will we acquire it?” Penny asked. “None of us have any money to bid.”

“There isn’t any money in the Everafter,” Oscar explained. “Jinxy just names whatever price he wants.”

“What did Jinxy want from Alyx?” Penny asked.

“Her happiest memory-”

“And her saddest,” Ruby said, finishing Oscar’s sentence as her eyes glanced to the side.

“Sold!” Jinxy called out as they held out the rabbit statue. “For…a hug.”

The entire crowd, including Penny herself, simultaneously said “aw” over the display. The gesture also made Little pop out of Ruby’s scarf who gasped over it. “Hugs are very valuable!”

Penny’s whole body bounced in excitement. “I hope we can pay Jinxy in hugs!”

Oscar smiled softly and shook his head. “If that’s the bidding price you can hug them to your heart’s content.”

“Second Item! An enchanted flying broom!” Jinxy announced as they tossed the broom up in the air before it landed back in their paw and directed both the broom and their staff to two figures who raised their hand at the same time. “You!”

“Me!” Both Penny and Oscar shouted simultaneously. Though both were taken aback by this moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude,” Penny explained.

“No, it’s fine, I can just-” Oscar began to say but was then interrupted by Jinxy.

“The bidding starts at enough admiration to fill this jar!” Jinxy said as he pulled out an empty jar from seemingly out of nowhere. “Think of whom you admire most, and the jar will be filled with those emotions.”

Oscar and Penny looked towards the jar. At first, nothing seemed to be happening but suddenly, pink smoke began to take shape in the jar and filled it at an alarmingly fast rate. So much so that cracks began to appear in the jar.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!!” Jinxy shouted in fear over what was happening. “That’s enough, you don’t have to give any-”

The Raccoon shouts of fear were silenced, however, once the jar fully cracked, resulting in an explosion of pink smoke that smelled of sweetly scented roses covering the crowd.

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Amidst the confusion, the trio was able to grab the broom from Jinxy, which reverted to Long Memory momentarily afterward, before quickly distancing themselves from the town. As they all caught their bearing with Penny amazed by the whole experience and Oscar still coughing from the smoke, Ruby stared at the two in confusion.

“What happened?” Ruby asked. “Why did the jar just…explode like that?

“I suppose the sheer amount of admiration Oscar and I expressed was more than the Jar could handle.” Penny theorized. “I know when I looked at it, I simply thought about how much I admire you, Ruby.”

Ruby stared in disbelief. “You…did?”

Penny smiled. “Why of course! You’re the most admirable person I’ve ever met Ruby! And it’s clear whomever Oscar was thinking of must have felt the same level of admiration that I felt for you. Speaking of which who were you thinking of Oscar?”

In response to the question, Oscar’s eyes shyly shifted to the ground. “I, uh, was actually thinking of Ruby as well.”

As Penny gasped and excitedly shook Oscar over this revelation, all Ruby could do was look away. How was it that despite everything, the two could feel admiration for her, especially to such a high degree? Despite her best efforts, Salem now had two of the relics, Atlas was destroyed, and had no idea if any of their friends were even still alive. As those thoughts began to cloud her mind, thunder was heard as the sky darkened and rain began to pour.

#prompt request #rwby brighteyes #RWBY #Ruby Rose #penny polendina #Oscar Pine #RWBY V9 #Mcmystery

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hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.”

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day.

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges.

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.”

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant.

Dear JJ,

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not.

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting.

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.”

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.”

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back.

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”

#jj maybank #JJ Imagine #jj x reader #JJ smut #jj maybank x reader #jj #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank one shot #john b imagine #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #obx fic #obx jj #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #sarah cameron #outerbanks

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21. A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company

It was neither an award ceremony nor a charity function. It was also both. Andrew didn't know or care. All he knew was that his team had arrived annoying early and the canapés weren't out yet. His captain had somehow acquired him a crystal glass of expensive scotch despite the only refreshments going around being champagne, sparkling water, and some alcohol free cranberry cocktail. She was a real one. She reminded Andrew of a bizarre mix of Dan and Nicky. A monstrosity but surprisingly tolerable.

The cavernous ballroom slowly filled with people as more teams and staff and celebrities and press filtered in. Andrew wasn't exactly looking for Neil, but he knew exactly when he arrived. He hadn't even been facing the right direction, just knew when he turned around he'd be there. And he was, standing with false confidence in a tight blue suit, surrounded by tall, tall, taller players who didn't pay him any particular mind.

Their eyes met across the crowded room and Andrew wanted to gag at the cliche. He sipped from his glass instead. Neil didn't come over right away. This was his first big event like this, a period at the end of his first professional season. At some point tonight, his trade would be announced, but until then he had to play nice. Well, save face. Well, not make a scene. Well, not cause a riot. There would be time. They would have time.

Until then, the waiters had started milling around with expensive, bite sized foods. Andrew's specialty. He took out his phone and sent Neil a quick text.

Do not eat any shrimp

He put his phone away and watched Neil check his messages. Neil shot him an unamused look and, very subtly, stuck his tongue out at him. An actual child.

Being in the same room as Neil was almost harder than living in different states. His coach gave him a knowing look. It had been his initiative to sign Neil after seeing the lengths Andrew went through to spend scraps of time with him. Andrew wouldn't say he owed his coach for something he didn't ask for but he might have put in a modicum of effort for a few important games.

The event went on. People spoke on stage. Kevin did something or whatever. It was mind numbingly boring. The post season trade announcements went through and everyone pretended to be surprised and happy. His coach went up and stood next to Neil and his stupid tight royal blue suit and just about every camera in the place flashed and then they were walking back towards their group of tables. Andrew realized that the only seat available at his table was his coach's seat to his right and like hell if coach would give it up because he was a tool. He looked to the person to his left, it was a backliner, easy going, a push over.

So Andrew pushed him over.

Derek let out a little oof as he landed on the ground.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"This seat taken?"

And there he was, standing over Andrew's shoulder with the tiniest little smirk on his face. He looked rested, finally, after weeks of bleary eyed Skype chats during the push through playoffs and finals.

"No," Andrew said. Derek looked grumpy for a brief moment before going off to find a seat at a different table. Neik slid into it as his- their coach took his own.

"Keep it in your pants, Minyard," coach said lowly. Andrew didn't bother responding. He couldn't be bothered by anything that wasn't Neil, here with him, here to stay, on his team, in that freaking tight blue suit.

The awards or whatever went on around them. Neil cared about them about as much as Andrew did, looking to him instead of the stage, head resting on his hand and propped on his elbow.

Staring, Andrew mouthed. Neil stuck out the tiniest tip of his tongue. Andrew wanted to bite it. Instead he kicked out his foot to hook it under Neil's ankle. It wasn't enough. He ran the top of his patent leather shoe along the underside of his calf. It still wasn't enough. The season had only ended a week ago and neither had had time to recover from the exhaustion until now.

Now, seeing each other for the first time in weeks, seeing Neil bright eyed and done up like some hot shot looking like the smuggest motherfucker in a room filled with the cockiest assholes on the planet and it wasn't enough.

"Are you gonna eye fuck me all night or get up there?" Neil murmured in smooth Russian. The sensation of the words hit first, then their meaning. Somehow, he tore his eyes away from Neil to look up towards the stage where his name was projected in big white letters under the title of some award he didn't care enough about to recognize. The applause that had become white noise suddenly became unbearably loud to his ears.

"Go," Neil said. He was smiling so Andrew went. He took his time going up to and onto the stage, uncaring of the audience. The audience. He stared at the award in the presenter's hands for a long moment, hot under the spotlights. He thought of Neil sitting with his team and of not making waves and of the effort he had put in when it counted. He thought of Kevin not getting this award. He took it.

"Speech!" A voice- Matt fucking Boyd- yelled from the crowd, earning an uncomfortable chuckle. Andrew went up to the microphone, making a show of angling it down, of inspecting the award. He lifted it up to his forehead for a salute and walked off the stage. People laughed like he'd made a joke when really he just didn't care enough to pander to them. He barely cared enough to get the award in the first place, and even then he hadn't gotten it for himself.

Neil was badly holding back a smile as Andrew approached. It pulled two deep dimples into his cheeks. Andrew fell into his chair and slammed the award down in front of Neil.

"Yes or no?"

"Now?" Neil asked in surprise, eyebrows high and smiles released as he glanced around at the crowd.

"Yes."

They both leaned in at the same time, shoulder to shoulder and heads tilted toward each other like they were about to share a secret. Andrew pressed a hard, closed kiss to his lips to the applause of some other award winner. Neil's breath was hot on his cheek and his hand gripped Andrew's knee and it wasn't enough.

But they had time.

#aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #all for the game #my writing #hc that neil is obsessed with all things seafood but is allergic to shrimp #and andrew is his only form of self control around those little fuckers #now with 4 fewer spelling errors lmao

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eternally-writing · 3 years

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amateur night | jjk

genre: smut and fluff

rating: R (18+, minors dni!!)

pairing: Jungkook x reader

theme: boyfriend au!, reader goes to a strip club with Jungkook

word count: 2.6k

warnings: unprotected sex (practice safe sex!!) , pussy slapping, spanking, dirty talk, the reader does a strip show, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, sir kink, grinding, swearing

synopsis: At amateur night at your local strip club, you get the chance to show off some moves for your boyfriend, Jungkook.

banner by me!

a/n: this is my first piece of smut writing so please be nice!

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As you stepped into the strip club, the blinding lights and murmuring crowd immediately sent adrenaline through your veins (as if all the drinks you had at dinner didn’t already do that).

It was a funny idea really. After going out to dinner at your favorite spot with your boyfriend Jungkook and the rest of your friends, your best friend Solar had finally convinced you all to go to the strip club across the street that had been tempting your curiosities for weeks.

And lucky for you, it was amateur night. The real strippers got to take a day off, and instead, the lucky patrons of the club (aka you) were able to take to the stage in an attempt to win $500 (which was no small amount for a college student).

You’re not sure if it was because of the tequila flowing through your system or the fact that you knew Jungkook would be watching you, but you find yourself at the sign up sheet writing down your name.

Gracing the stage, you suddenly felt underdressed in your regular “going out” outfit, jeans and a black tank top. But a sense of pride overtook you as you saw Jungkook’s eyes darken in the audience.

That one pole dancing class you took last summer for your cousin’s bachelorette party was definitely coming in handy as you started to perform. 34+35 by Ariana Grande began to blare through the speakers as you began to sway your hips shyly to the music. Hearing the cheers and heckles of your best friend in the audience made you a little more confident and you started to play with the hem of your shirt.

You locked eyes with Jungkook in the crowd. His gaze pretty much just said “put on a show kitten, i’m watching”.

If Jungkook wanted a show, you would definitely give him one.

You began to slut drop slowly to the ground, dropping to your knees. Pulling a hair tie out of your hair, you shook your long hair free, exposing your bare neck in the process. With a playful smirk on your face, you got onto all fours, arching your back to expose your jean-clad ass to the audience.

Watching for Jungkook’s reactions, you watched him sit back in his chair, crossing his legs and simply enjoying the show.

You rolled onto your back, now arching your back, achieving the same position that Jungkook has seen many times as he’s brought to you to your orgasm. You truly looked sinful.

The cheers of the audience egged you on (you even felt a couple spare bills fall near you on the stage) as you started to lift off your top. You were grateful you had chosen one of your favorite bras today: black lace with some fancy straps to emphasize your cleavage.

You threw your top at Jungkook in the crowd, and of course, with his perfect coordination he was able to catch it with one hand, earning the jealous looks of many other patrons in the crowd.

Now clad only in a bra and jeans, you made your way over to the pole. Determined to not fall over (especially with the bright lights of the club making your head spin), you started off by slowly grinding on the pole, imagining that it was Jungkook underneath you instead. An impassioned moan accidentally escaped your lips, the sound falling on Jungkook’s ears.

Taking a chance, you slowly started to swing on the pole, twisting your body around sensually and letting one arm fall free. You couldn’t help how powerful you felt as you were up there working the pole.

The 15 years of dance training that your mom had paid for had finally come in handy (probably not in the way she had hoped) as you slid into the splits on the pole. Letting your ass bounce a couple of times on the floor, you ended the song crawling towards the audience, your breasts jiggling every step of the way.

After receiving mountains of praise from your friends gushing over your performance, you finally made your way to your boyfriend. Picking your shirt from his hands, you kissed his cheek.

“Enjoy the show, kookie?”

The ways his eyes were darkened showed you that he wasn’t only feeling enjoyment.

“We need to go. Now.”

You could already hear the air of franticness in his voice, but you wanted to mess with him a little and have fun.

“Hmm baby I’m having fun here, I wanna stay longer and get another drink.” you said innocently as you twirled your hair through your fingers.

You could hear Jungkook click his tongue and tilt his head at your statement. You knew what he does to bad girls who don't behave.

He pressed up behind you, his hard cock clearly straining against his pants and now pressing right between your asscheeks.

“You gave me a problem, babygirl, and you’re going to fix it. And don’t make me ask again”

Not even taking the time to feign pleasant goodbyes with your friends, Jungkook ushered you into the uber that he called. He held your hand with a deadly tight grip as he pulled you into the backseat of the car, placing you directly over his crotch, not letting you forget about what you’d done to him.

His hands shifted to grip your hip, pressing so hard into your hip bones that you would probably have bruises from it by tomorrow morning. Leaning you back so you were flush against his chest, he whispered directly into your ear, quiet enough so that your unsuspecting uber driver wouldn’t hear him.

“You better be ready, sweetcheeks, because I’m not letting you off easy this time.”

He finished off his statement by blowing directly into your ear, the action sending a shiver down your spine. Pressing a kiss underneath your earlobe, he listened to the sinful whimper that escaped from your lips.

“I’m all yours koo, you can have me whoever you like”

You couldn’t stop yourself from lightly grinding down onto Jungkook, the excitement of what Jungkook was going to do to you at home making you wetter by the second. He grabbed you even tighter, but still didn’t stop you.

“Do whatever you want now princess, because as soon as we get to my place I’m in charge,” he said with a smirk.

The drive home seemed to take hours to you, but to Jungkook, having you pressed onto his cock made it feel like it was only seconds.

You were thankful Jungkook lived in a ground floor apartment, because there’s no way the two of you would have been able to survive an elevator ride together.

The minute you stepped foot into Jungkook’s apartment, you could feel the atmosphere change. The shift in tone had made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You were excited for what Jungkook was going to do with you.

Immediately, Jungkook pressed your body against the wall, his cock pressing into your thighs.

“You knew what you were doing to me baby, didn’t you? The way you were swinging your hips up there, the way you were grinding on that pole - you looked fucking incredible”

He began to pepper a trail of hickeys down your neck. Jungkook was marking you, his jealousy over your strip club performance coming to the surface in the blossoming red formations painting your throat.

You couldn’t stop the moans from pouring out of your mouth.

“Jungkook” you gasped as his kisses dipped further into your cleavage.

He grabbed your chin and brought your eyes to look at him.

“I don’t think that’s my name right now, babygirl” he commanded.

You gulped as you felt your panties get wetter.

“Sorry, sir” you eagerly said.

Letting out a pleased hum at your response, Jungkook had begun to take off your top as a reward. He could hear your needy breaths get more frantic as he got closer to uncovering your nipple. Jungkook knew he had you exactly where he wanted you.

In all honesty, you were going to suggest giving Jungkook a nice private show of your strip club performance, but it didn’t look like he had the patience for that. As one of the buttons on your shirt refused to cooperate with him, he instead ripped the rest of your top open, leaving your black lace bra out in the open for his eyes to feast on.

The feeling of Jungkook’s mouth against your nipples made you let out a content scream of pleasure. His attacks on your nipple were relentless, and he enveloped your other neglected nipple between his fingers, rolling the between his fingers to increase your pleasure.

You couldn’t help but feel the depraved throbbing of your pussy. You were aching for Jungkook to touch you there, but you knew that he was in control now, and all you could do was wait. The pleasure pulsing through your body was phenomenal, and Jungkook was relentless in his ministrations and wanted to make you scream so loud the neighbors could hear.

“I’m going to make you cum just from me touching your nipples one day, kitten. But right now I’m going to taste my favorite meal”

Although Jungkook had announced his plan of action, he was sure taking his time with it. Slowly kissing down your abdomen, his movements slowed as he neared your core, taking the time to kiss the insides of your thighs slowly, to the point where even the slight breath he laid over your soaked lace underwear while switching between kissing each thigh had made you squirm in eagerness.

Feeling your legs start to crumble underneath you, Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist, hoisting you up to carry you to the bedroom. After all, Jungkook wanted to enjoy his favorite meal in the comfort of his silk sheets.

Laying you down on the king sized bed, he couldn’t help but bury his nose directly into your now soaked cunt, not even taking the time to move your panties aside. Placing a kiss over your clothed pussy, you gasped in pleasure. The moment his middle finger entered your core, you couldn’t hide the scream that ripped out from your chest. No matter how many times he did that, the feeling of Jungkook’s fingers inside you never got old.

You knew you wouldn’t last long. As Jungkook kept adding more fingers and pumping them in and out of you, you felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten as he curled his fingers upwards, the action sending shocks throughout your entire body.

Soon, your back started to arch off the mattress, your mouth curving into an o-shape as you reached your high. “Sir I’m, i- , gon- , gonna, cu-“

You felt Jungkook’s fingers pull out of you immediately. Your body writhed at the loss of the sensation and you instantly whimpered. Instinctively bringing a hand down to your clit to try and help you reach your climax, Jungkook caught your hand on the way.

Latching his tongue onto your clit, Jungkook was eating you out so well that you could barely speak.

“Give it to me kitten, come on baby. Cum for me”

As if you were a genie gifting wishes, on Jungkook’s command you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your moans echoed through the bedroom, ringing off the walls.

You looked down and saw Jungkook’s face, covered from nose to chin in your cum, smirking back at you. Trailing your gaze downwards, you gasped at how hard Jungkook was, his pretty cock already swollen and leaking with pre-cum.

“Sir, can i taste you please?” You said with your doe eyes, mustering all the post-energy orgasm you had to raise yourself up to your forearms.

Jungkook laid you back down on the bed again.

“Another time babygirl, but right now, i need to be inside you”

Tapping your hip bones twice, he commanded you.

“Ass up, babygirl.”

His commanding tone was literally making your pussy drip with need for him. You were going to be a good girl for him, and you turned over and readied yourself for him.

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from leaving a nice hard smack on your bosom, loving the way your skin reddened at his touch. He took your ass full in his hands, groping at it like it was the last thing he would ever touch. You were a moaning mess from Jungkook’s actions, desperate to have him inside you.

The slap he laid on your pussy made you feel like you could cum again on the spot, and you had pleads for Jungkook’s cock leaking from your mouth like the precum dripping down Jungkook’s cock. You wanted him to fill you up so badly.

Giving you no warning, Jungkook thrust his cock into you, causing you both to release the most lewd sounds you’d ever made.

“I’m gonna make a mess of this pretty pussy babygirl, gonna show you how good I can make you feel”

The orchestra of sounds in the room was incredible. Jungkook’s body slapping against yours and the groans and grunts from Jungkook’s lips mixing with your whines and whimpers. You felt as though you were in euphoria.

You could feel Jungkook’s thrusts get sloppier as he got closer to his release, and he reached around to rub at your clit to help you get to your climax again.

“I know you have another orgasm in you kitten, give it to me. Cum with me”

He grabbed at your body, pulling you up so your chest was flush with his, a similar position to how he had you in the cab earlier. Your sweaty bodies moved together as your body heat and energy mixed together, creating a passionate euphony.

He feverishly grabbed at your body, grabbing your breasts in his hands and kneading them fervidly. He could sense your breath start to quicken as your orgasm approached. Unable to contain himself with the way your pussy was clenching around your cock, Jungkook let out a strained groan as he began to paint your inside walls white with his cum, burying himself deep inside of you.

Jungkook nestled his head in your neck, peppering kisses as he felt you reach your second climax of the night. Sex with Jungkook truly made you breathless.

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While Jungkook went to grab a towel to clean you up, you grabbed your phone. As you turned it over, you found that there were 3 missed calls and a text from Solar.

Solar: girl where r u? Are u with jk? You just won $500!!!!

The text made your jaw drop. You showed it off to Jungkook next to you, whose eyes also widened in surprise.

“So… are we heading to amateur night next week?” you joked, still completely out of breath from Jungkook’s ministrations. Looking down at Jungkook who was cleaning you up between your legs, you couldn’t help but giggle at how much his demeanor could change.

Crawling back up and pulling you into his chest, Jungkook cleared the hair from your face as he looked you in the eyes, his sinful gaze staring deep into your soul.

“Baby, we can go to amateur night whenever you like”

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HELLLLO IM WRITING THIS INTRO AND POSTING THIS WHILE FALLING ASLEEP SO ILL POST ALL THE DETAILS ADN ADD THIS TO MU MASTERLIST LATER I LOVE TOU ALL THANK YOU FOR FOLOWING AND REBLOGGIN KISSES FOT YOU ALL (this is like right after release of hs1 harry I think hope you enjoy mwah)

summary: Actress!Y/N goes onto a talk show, and the host has a surprise for her.

warnings: cursing, kinda sorta an anxiety attack?

Y/N was nervous.

This would only be the 5th talk show she’s ever gone on alone after being in the spotlight for a few years when her acting career took off. She started off with indie films and soon made her way to the red carpet, working with esteemed actors and actress’s she could only ever dream of meeting. It was pure bliss.

Of course, fame came with other struggles like hate from the media and random people on twitter, but at the end of the day she was so grateful she had the opportunity to be in the business. She loved getting into a character, finding out what makes them click, and fully emerging herself in whatever film she’s in. At the moment, she was promoting her new film, and being the lead, she had gone on a few talk show’s by herself, but they never failed to make her sick to her stomach. Having no one to turn to when it gets awkward, even not having body heat by her side in front of a live audience and a professional host made her body rack with goosebumps.

“Miss L/N?”

Her head turned towards the door of the dressing room she had been sitting in for 15 minutes alone, trying to get her nerves down. “Yes?’ She responded flashing a forced smile to the assistant standing in the door way. “They’re ready for you.” She nodded her head and stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off her long dress and tumbled a bit on her heels to follow the assistant that was already walking towards the side stage.

They instructed her to wait until her name was called, then walk onto stage and take a seat and have the show progress. So Y/N stood there, biting her bottom lip that was coated with clear gloss and her arms crossed around her waist, her heel covered toe tapping the floor in anticipation.

“Now welcome our very special, and gorgeous guest, Y/N L/N!” She heard Jimmy Kimmel announce and took a short breath before stepping through the automatically opening curtains. She smiled and waved at the people sitting in the audience, happy to see people supporting her, and greeted Jimmy before taking a seat on the loveseat closest to his desk.

“Y/N! Welcome, how are you feeling tonight?” He flashed a comforting smile at her.

She chuckled a bit due to her inability to not laugh in uncomfortable situations. “I’ll be honest with you Jimmy,” She said, adjusting herself in the seat. “M’ pretty nervous.”

“Nervous?” He asked. “Now, why would 2 time Emmy Nominee Miss Y/N L/N be nervous?” Jimmy teased.

Her eyes fell to the floor and her cheeks heated up before looking back at him. “Because,” She dragged out. “It’s always nerve-racking being on live TV.”

He just nodded and made a joke about feeling the same even though he does this every week.

“How are you feeling tonight?” She asked.

He smiled before resting his arms on his desk. “I’m feeling good, I have a surprise for you later, but I’m supposed to ask the questions now, will you let me?”

“Of course I will.” She smiled back.

Y/N met Jimmy the first year she really became “famous” and he had always been her favorite late-night talk show host just because he was never invasive or creepy. Her standards for hosts were quite low at this point. They continued on, promoting her new movie and such before he settled back in his seat.

“So.” He said.

“So.” She said back, raising a brow.

“I hate to ask you this, but I honestly am curious myself,” He began, and her anxiety creeped up just a bit. “Now, we dug through your old interviews, and it seems in every single one, when asked if you had a celebrity crush, your answer was Harry Styles?”

She simply nodded, her cheeks heating up again, and a small smile creeping onto her face at his name.

“I see that smile, Y/N.” Jimmy said, and she let out a laugh, her smile now wide.

“So, do you mind telling us why you like him so much, or should I say love him so much?” His brow raised.

Y/N laughed a bit more, just at her nerves, and took a breath. “Um, he’s always been such an inspiration for me to actually chase my career, I mean I knew him from when he was on X-Factor to be honest. Binged that show all the time when I was in middle school and to see a boy just 2 years older than me just go straight into being in one of the biggest boy-bands in the world was insane. He’s just so passionate about what he does and I admire him for that. Uh- from what I can tell he’s just very charming, sweet, funny, caring, and…” She trailed off her rant, biting her bottom lip just a tad.

“And?”

“He’s incredibly attractive.” She finished a smile on her face as she glanced at the floor again.

“Understandable. I think he’s a good looking man myself, met him a few times and got flustered,” Jimmy jokes before looking at Y/N. “What if I told you he was the surprise I had for you?”

Her brows furrow as she looks at the man sitting across from her. “What? Do you mean like a video-” She feels a tap on her shoulder.

Y/N turns around, still massively confused, and then she sees him.

Harry standing in a simple black suit and white button up, only a few of the buttons actually buttoned and her jaw drops. “Hello.” He says, smiling at her.

Her eyes are wide and she looks like a dear in headlights before her face falls into her hands, elbows resting on her knees, her breath erratic. “No, this isn’t- no. He’s not here.” She says into her hands and the crowd laughs. Everyone laughs.

“M’a bit offended you think I’m not really here, love.” Harry grins, and she pulls her face out of her shaking hands to see him.

She opens her mouth to say something and nothing comes out.

Harry Styles, her celebrity crush since the ripe age of 14, a crush thats lasted 8 years being 22 now, and she’s only seen him on screens her entire life. “Fuck.” Was all she can say. He laughs a bit at her starstruck appearance and turns to Jimmy. “She’s not normally like this, right?”

“Right.” The host jokes, looking back at the girl on the couch, and his smile diminishes a bit. Her eyes are watering and she’s trying to keep her composure but her bottom lip is trembling and Jimmy’s now worried he’s about to have a sobbing woman on live TV.

“You okay Y/N?” Jimmy asks and her head quickly turns to him and then back to Harry. “I-fuck, I’m sorry.” She tries to laugh it off. Tries not to think about how the man she’s loved even before she knew what love truly was, was standing in front of her right now.

“Don’t be sorry.” Harry says, slightly frowning but trying to keep a happy face. He’s standing in front of a girl he’s adored ever since he watched her first movie, for Christs sake, and she’s silently about to break down in front of him, because of him.

Before he can even properly introduce himself, she’s standing on her heels, wobbling a bit, and looking up at him. “Can I hug you?” She mouths, not wanting her question to be picked up on the mic on the back of her dress and before her mouth even closes he’s stepping towards her, big arms wrapping around her waist. Her arms find their way around his chest and her head is resting on his shoulder and her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s mouthing “Oh my fucking god. Oh my god.” Without realizing she’s facing the audience who laugh at her inability to not fangirl. His head dips as he hugs her, reveling in her touch, and then she’s pulling away, remembering they’re on live TV and she can give him a proper hug backstage after this is over when they don’t have to worry about appearances.

She’s still reeling when his hands slide off her waist and he sticks his hand out and says “It’s so nice to meet you.” She takes his calloused hand in hers and says “Same to you.” Blinking away unshed tears.

“Shall we sit then?” He asks and she looks at Jimmy admiring the moment before back at Harry. “You’re staying?” She blurts out before shutting her mouth abruptly.

“If you want me too.” He grins that grin she’s always been infatuated by and she nods, maybe too quickly. “Of course I do- yes,” She coughs. “Yeah, uh, please, let’s.”

They both plant themselves on the loveseat, Y/N taking the spot in which she was before and Harry sitting on the other end, keeping a distance between the two. She recomposes herself and sits up. Harry looks at her for a moment before looking back at Jimmy.

“How are y’Jimmy?” He asks.

“I’m doing well, proud of myself for inviting you, you’re the one person I’ve seen make Y/N go absolutely speechless here,” Jimmy jokes and Y/N groans and smiles, leaning her top half on the arm of the chair, her face in her hands before sitting back up. “How about you, Harry?”

“M’doing well, was very excited to see Y/N here and I’d hopefully say it’s the same for her.” He smiles looking at her, dimples flashing.

“Yeah!” Her voice squeaks. “You’re right. It’s the same for me. I-” She cut’s herself off from saying she’s shitting her pants at the moment. Figuratively, of course, but it’s not very appropriate. She still can’t believe this. Twitter is going to have a field day talking about how flustered Y/N was at this moment.

“Have something you want to say, Y/N? To Harry, more specifically?” Jimmy asks.

“Um,” She begins, locking eyes with Harry. “Did you hear, what I said, um, before you walked out here?”

The green eyed man nods.

Her hands start shaking again and she awkwardly laughs. “I’m sorry you heard that.” She apologizes.

“Why are you apologizing?” Harry asks her, tilting his head and Y/N was going to pass out. “I’m glad you think all those things about me, plus, it’s a nice ego booster to hear that you think I’m ‘incredibly attractive’.” He chuckles a bit, but truthfully he was happy his celebrity crush feels the same way about him.

She just laughs back and mumbles a “Thanks.” Before Jimmy starts up a conversation about whatever was going on at the moment.

Jimmy and Harry start talking about something and Y/N nods her head and laughs when it’s appropriate but she couldn’t process anything. Her hands were interlocked, shaking in her lap, and all she could feel was Harry. Harry sitting next to her, Harry breathing next to her, Harry waving his hands around while he spoke in front of her. It was all too much.

Suddenly his knee lightly knocked against her own. She abruptly turned to look at him, but he was still looking at Jimmy. So she assumed it was a mistake, until it happened again, and this time when her eyes looked to him, his met her’s and he gently and subtly moved closer to their thighs were touching. Y/N let the leg that was crossed over her other relax and fall to the couch, only her ankles crossed, and she swore she could hear his breath stop for a moment, but it was too quiet to be sure.

A few moments after they both had gained the courage to barely revel in each others touch, Jimmy was ending the show. Y/N doesn’t remember what she said or did before the camera cut off, she vaguely remembers waving to the audience but she’s not completely sure.

And then it’s over- just like that.

“This was so fun Jimmy, thank you for inviting me on.” Harry said, standing up (reluctantly) and going to give Jimmy a hug. Y/N on the other hand was watching the interaction and it all hit her like a wave again. Harry fucking Styles was standing in front of her. The men both turn to her as she stands up and she gives a weak smile and mumbles “I forgot I needed to text my assistant, m’sorry I’ll be back.” before speed walking behind the curtain and booking it to her dressing room. She quickly flips the “Do Not Disturb” side of the sign on the door to show and closes the door behind her, her breathing accelerating.

She barely makes it to the couch before bursting out in tears.

Y/N couldn’t really put a finger on whether or not they were tears of joy, sadness, embarrassment, or a combination of all 3. She’s pretty sure it’s the latter though. She slips her heels off and lies on the couch, her hands over her face with not so silent cries as she tries to calm herself.

Meanwhile, both Harry and Jimmy sensed that Y/N wasn’t just going to text her assistant. “Do you think- do you think I said something maybe?” Harry quietly asks the late night host as they walk behind the curtain and into a quieter hallway backstage. Jimmy simply shakes his head before locking eyes with Harry. “Have you seen any of the videos where she talks about you, Harry?”

He shakes his head no and the older man pulls out his phone, doing a quick scroll of his email before finding video file and opening it. “A couple of interns here made this combination of all the times she talked about you in her interviews.”We were gonna play it as you were coming out but her manager said it would be too embarrassing.” Was the only preface Jimmy gave before clicking play.

Y/N stood in an elegant emerald colored gown just off the red carpet, all done up for her first big movie premiere. An interviewer stands in front of her, holding a mic that the woman was moving between herself and Y/N. “So Miss L/N, we need some juicy secrets from the “It-Girl” herself. Who’s your celebrity crush?” Y/N looks at the floor, a shy smile on her face as the quietly says “Harry Styles.” The interviewer’s eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. “I feel you honey, what do you like most about him?” Y/N purses her lips slightly before speaking again. “Um, everything? I think he has a really good heart.” The interviewer makes a joke about how she likes his eyes instead and Y/N laughs, but anyone could tell it was forced.

The screen begins to play another clip.

Y/N is sitting on a couch with her co-stars of a movie she did a year ago, dressed in a classy blush colored suit, and they’re all playing a game with some other talk show host. “Let’s see who knows Y/N the best now, shall we?” The host asks, and looks down at the cards in his hand. “Who is her celebrity crush?” And almost immediately all of her friends were jotting down their answers on a white board. “That was fast,” The host laughs, as does everyone else. “Okay everyone, flip it around.” ‘Harry Styles’ was written on every single board. “Oh my god.” She smiles wide out of embarrassment and puts her face in her hands.

It reminds Harry of what she did when she first saw him.

“Y/N! Looks like you’re absolutely smitten with Harry Styles, aren’t you?” The host asks, and before she could even open her mouth, a co-star of hers was already speaking. “She’d play his songs in her trailer in the morning, full volume, and sing them as loud as she could. It was a good way to wake us all up.” He jokes, and everyone laughs at that. “Whenever he’d post a photo on instagram, or tweet something, I’d see tears in her eyes.” Another co-star speaks up. The audience laughs again and she looks to them. ‘I’m serious! Y/N absolutely adores him.” By this time Y/N’s face was out of her hands and she was sinking into the couch. “Are you embarrassed, Y/N/?” The host jokes “Of course not, well I didn’t want to get absolutely exposed, but I’m not embarrassed to be a fan, could never be embarrassed to be a fan of him, he’s… he’s amazing.”

The phone then fades into yet another clip.

This time, Y/N is sitting in a stool, doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview, and she tears off the second paper of the question, “Is Y/N L/N…” . “Is Y/N L/N,” she reads and the paper catches after the word “dating” is revealed. She looks up at the screen, a twinkle in her eyes as she shoots a close-mouthed smile at the camera. She turns back to the board and rips the paper off, struggling a bit and laughing, until it’s revealed. “Is Y/n L/N dating… Harry Styles” She bursts out laughing, her free hand clutching her stomach.

Harry frowns a but at this, and he didn’t feel like thinking more about why.

“Um,” She begins, “Sorry, I just- do I really talk about him, that much? S’a bit concerning.” She mumbles to herself. “Yeah, no, I’m not dating Harry Styles, he would never. Though, I like how people think it could be a possibility, thats quite funny. I’ll take the… hidden compliment, is that even the right phrase?”

The screen goes to another clip but Jimmy pauses it there and turns off his phone, turning to Harry. “You didn’t do anything Harry, it’s just you being here, she’s probably overwhelmed and-“

“Mr. Kimmel? Jones needs you.” Someone calls out to him down the hall and Jimmy slips his phone in this pocket and sighs. “Sorry, gotta handle this, thank you, for coming.”

“It’s okay,” Harry assures him, “Thanks for having me.” And at that Jimmy rushes down the hall in search of Jones, and Harry stands in the same spot

Harry knows how much he means to his fans, he’s seen them sob at concerts, break down at meet and greets, and when they tell him how much they love him when they run into him on the street. He knows this. But this felt different, for some reason. Maybe it was the burning feeling in his chest when she laughed off how he would never be with her, for what particular reason he has no clue (or just doesn’t want to address it), or how he couldn’t help but pop a dimple when he heard she loves his music. He wasn’t sure.

What he was sure of though, is that he needed to speak to her again, hug her for longer, actually get to know Y/N. So he walked into the main back room, walking down different halls until he came across the one that read “Dressing Room #4” and Y/N’s name scribbled in messy handwriting on the white board underneath. He knocked a little rhythm, and waited.

Y/N was still crying, to put it lightly. Maybe hyperventilating was the right word, because she was breathing quite fast, and there was a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. She heard the knocks and attempted to calm herself down a bit, yelling out a “One second!” Before wiping under her eyes and walking to open the door. “Eliana,” She began, ready to wave her assistant way (not that she didn’t adore her, but Y/N needed to be alone before talking about everything), “Can you come back in like 15 minutes, I’m sorry I just need to-”

Her mouth closed when she saw Harry outside of her door, his small smile quickly fading into a frown as he took in her state. “Y/N I wanted to- are you okay?” He asked, stepping a bit closer, trying not to push any boundaries. When she didn’t respond and he saw her bottom lip quiver a bit, his chest clenched. “Can I come in? Can we talk?” He gently asked, eyes running over her puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and disheveled appearance.

She nodded and he walked in, and she gently shut the door behind him. He turned around to look at her and when his eyes met her’s, she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a gut-wrenching sob and her face fell in her hands as she shook her head. “I-I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” She choked out and he stepped towards her, his hand coming to rest on her elbow. “Y/N, please, don’t apologize.” And without thinking he took the last step towards her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly, one of his hands cradling the back of her head. Her hands fell from her face and she held him back, arms wrapping tightly around his torso yet again.

As she cried into his chest, he mumbled a soft, “Breathe for me, love.”, and she tried to get her breathing to match his own deep breathes. “I’m sorry,” Y/N says for the millionth time. “I told you to stop apologizing, Y/N, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He frowns to himself, that burning feeling in his chest again. She reluctantly pulls away, and his hands remain on her arms as her own come up to wipe the tears flowing out of her eyes.

“You didn’t sign up to be here and have to deal with a crying fan, Harry.” Y/N sighs, finally looking up at him.

“Hey, I came because I wanted to see you, I’ve seen your movies and I think everything you’re absolutely incredible at what you do, and when Jimmy called asking if I could come to surprise you I jumped at the chance to finally meet you. I know what I signed up for.” He says, his thumbs rubbing the skin of her arms gently.

At his words she let out another sob, her shaking hands coming up to cover her face for a moment yet again. Harry’s eyes widened, he was telling the honest truth, and he didn’t think he said anything wrong. Y/N however, was seeing in person, how king he truly was, and it was just another reality check that the Harry she’s loved for so long really is the same in real life; it was too much to handle. “Thank you,” She sniffles, looking up at him again, meeting his piercing green eyes. “I just, I’ve adored you for years, still do, and I never thought I’d meet you, even after I started getting ‘known’, I always thought you were like, too perfect to be real, and now you’re here and you’re real, and y’know when you meet a celebrity who seems so sweet in interviews and all that but they turn out to be an absolute prick? It’s not like that, you’re the same person I’ve loved over a screen, I- you’ve been my inspiration for fucking years and I don’t know. It’s just a lot.”

Now her hands were on his arms and they stood there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“M’not perfect, Y/N.” Harry says softly. Y/n chuckles a bit, glancing to the side before meeting his eyes yet again. “I know, I know the ‘nobody’s perfect’ crap, but if you’re insistent on it, then I think you’re the closest thing there is to perfect, Harry.”

His cheeks turn pink at her confession, and a small smile weaves its way onto his face. “Thank you,” He finally says, before bringing her into another hug, this time her arms wrapped around his neck, and he bends down a bit to hold her tighter. “For everything you said, seriously, you’ve got no idea how much it means t’me.” He admits, still reveling in her touch. She slowly pulls away, noting in her head that he never seems to be the one to let go first. “Of course, wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” She smiles weakly, still drained from all the emotions flowing through her. He just smiles at that, before his hand drags down her arm and he hold her hand, wordlessly pulling her over to sit on the couch.

He doesn’t let go of her hand as they sit quite close facing each other. “Do y’wanna hear a secret? It might make you feel better.” He suggests, cursing himself for being willing to do anything to see her smile fully. “I wish I could lie and say that it’s something I wouldn’t know, but I think I know a bit too much about you.” She says, letting out a small laugh, and he does too. “I promise you don’t know this.” He mumbles.

“Okay, go for it.” She says, holding his hand a bit tighter.

“Well, after you bolted here, Jimmy showed me a few of your interviews, and I wanted to tell you that you’re my celebrity crush too.”

Her jaw drops and her eyes widen, a face that looks eerily similar to when she saw him for the first time just an hour prior. “You saw my interviews?” She gasps, her voice cracking at the embarrassment of him seeing her shamelessly confessing her love for him about a million times. It was safe to say she didn’t hear the rest of his confession.

“That’s what you’re focusing on here?” Harry laughs and raises a brow at Y/N.

“What else is there to focus on,” She groans, taking her hand out of his and burying her face into her hands yet again. “I can’t believe Jimmy showed you that, I’m never coming on this show again.”

Harry grins, a dimple popping as he gently wraps his arms around her wrists, pulling her hands off her face. “Did y’hear what I said after that?” He asks softly, his eyes bring into her own. She shakes her head “no” in response and he takes a quick breath before telling her yet again.

“I said, you’re my celebrity crush too. I’ve watched everything you’ve been in and I think y’are absolutely amazing, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think you’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Y/N’s jaw drops for the thousandth time that night.

“You’re fucking with me.” She deadpans, her face blank and mind swimming with emotions.

He frowns and squeezes her hands. “M’not, swear to you.”

She shakes her head in denial. There’s no way she was Harry Style’s celebrity crush. Not in a million years would she ever think those words would be spoken, much less even thought of.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry asks, his head tilting a bit to the side.

“I believe tha you’re just too nice and you feel bad for me, so that’s why you’re telling me this.” Y/N admits to him, a sad smile on her face.

“Really?” He asks, letting go of her hands and bringing one of his own to his pocket.

“Really. I appreciate it, I do, but you don’t have to try and make me feel less humiliated, I think we’ve already passed the point of no return.” Y/N says, laughing a bit.

“Mmm, okay,” He smirks. “Well that just won’t do. May I have your number?”

She raises a brow as he pushes his phone into her hands, already pulled up on a new contact. She types in her number and “#1 fan” in the name and hand the phone back to him. Harry laughs when he sees the contact name and saves it to his phone, then putting it back in his pocket.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Harry muses, a teasing glint in his eye.

She purses her lips. “Why did you just ask for my number?”

“So I can contact you of course,” Harry smiles. “How else am I supposed to set up another date with you?”

“Another?” Y/N questions, her lips turning up.

“’m a gentleman of course, would never ask you out on a first date over the phone,” Harry calmly explains. “So would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?”

Y/n hesitates, unsure if this was still an ask out of pity. “You can meet me at my house, of course if you’re comfortable, and I’ll order us takeout to eat on my porch.” He continues, getting more exciting as he imagines how the date would go.

“What makes you think I’d say yes?” She teases and his mouth gapes.

“Oh fuck off.”

#I just used jimmy cause I didn't feel like making my own host up lolz #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles #harrys styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #im literally half asleep but I needed to post this tonight #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

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XICHENG FIC RECS

hold my hands by Snooze (Chiruka)

Transplanting a core into a new person isn’t without repercussions. One year after the events at Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng found himself once again faced with the possibility of losing everything he had. Reconciling with his brother, learning to let Jin Ling go, and dealing with his blooming emotions toward the First Jade of Gusu — will Jiang Cheng accomplish what he wants before time runs out?

it all passes someday by screamlet

A week before the anniversary of Wei Wuxian’s death, there was a commotion outside Lan Wangji’s house.

Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji over the years.

The Unlikely Expression of Love by manamune

When everything has settled, when everyone else has moved on with their lives and their friends, Jiang Cheng has a realization which shouldn’t actually be a surprise:

He’s lonely.

Indigo, lavender, and violet (I don't wanna be red) by ohwhatevrewhatevr

It, in the pale colors of the late morning, is the closest to perfect Jiang Cheng will ever reach. He strokes Lan XiChen's hair and presses a light kiss to where his ribbon and hair meet. The sky is a pale blue, and the pastels of flowers and clouds are spread out through the window, a brilliant world waiting for them, them in the gentian house, safe from stronger breezes - there is the clutter of birds fluttering and chirping outside. It is a warm, perfect, spring morning.

Jiang Cheng and Lan XiChen have been together for an year. In which, no one ever really gets over things, Jiang Cheng has the misfortune of interacting with his brother, the juniors help out with the proposal, and there's a marriage.

Altitude by starknjarvis

When Jin Ling lures Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses under false pretenses, he finds himself out of place among this new family Wei Wuxian has formed.

Lan Xichen, at least, seems pleased to have his company.

Perhaps there is still a chance for Jiang Cheng to make amends and move forward.

[Modao Zushi Online] GLITCH REPORT: My Brother Got Chased Down And %$@*$&@ By Gusu Dungeon Boss??? by oh_fudgecakes

Modao Zushi Online is a virtual reality MMORPG. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are top ranking players in its new server, currently tied with their arch-nemesis from their previous server, Wen Chao. In an attempt to defeat him, they take on the Gusu Dungeon Boss, Zewu-jun, to win the reward of a legendary weapon. Ever the cheat, Wei Wuxian tries to take advantage of a glitch to defeat the seemingly undefeatable boss. It backfires. Jiang Cheng gets fucked by a boss monster.

He can't get enough.

Meanwhile, Lan Xichen, the unwitting staff member in charge of controlling Zewu-jun, absolutely did not sign up to be pulled into a secret virtual reality fling with a player. Mod Ji, who has to deal with Wei Wuxian's incessant glitch reporting of his brother's sex life, is long-suffering.

Mulberry by xxdz

Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and pushes harder. He feels like torn silk, the embroidery needle sinking in again and again and again; patiently, desperately, endlessly trying to make something beautiful out of something broken.

Jiang Cheng builds his sect, learns embroidery, and raises his nephew.

we can raise a little family by lanyon

“Well, brother,” says Wei Wuxian, leaning against the outside of Jiang Cheng’s chambers. “I had heard that you and Xichen went on a night hunt and came back with a baby, which is not the order I’d choose to do things in…”

In which Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen acquire a baby of unknown origin, and are the very last to know what it means.

Beyond the Impossible by Silverine

Summoned by Lan Qiren, Jiang Wanyin goes to the Cloud Recesses to drop his nephew Jin Ling, expecting to discuss relevant matters with his old master. Instead, he's asked to take with him no other than Sect Leader Lan himself, all the way back to Lotus Pier. If the reason why he accepted such an outrageous task is indeed a mystery, he's about to be surprised by how this entire trip, their encounters, and his warm company, suddenly feel fated.

Incrementally by xxdz

Jiang Cheng is trapped in a day on repeat where he begins by waking in Zewu Jun’s bed at dawn and ends by dying painfully at dusk.

It’s getting very irritating, and he has the sneaking suspicion that his chances to solve his own murder are rapidly running out. Soon, his death will be much more permanent.

All in all, worst birthday ever.

Audience of One by WinterDreams

“Then let an established star go first,” Lan Xichen interrupts again before Lan Wangji can give a stubborn reply. Both men twist toward Lan Xichen, and he smiles at Wei Wuxian’s tilted head. “If I publicly date a man for awhile first, your engagement shouldn’t receive as much backlash.”

Or, that AU where everyone is famous in some way or another, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating in private for years, and Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng pretend to date publicly for their brothers' sake.

A Bit of Ruthlessness by jirluvien

When Jiang Cheng hears that Lan Xichen went into seclusion following Jin Guangyao’s death, it’s almost as if he can see the grabby hands of a restless ghost, reaching out for something to keep him company. For something warm and living and devastated. And as history has proved time and time again, the Lans are perfect victims when it comes to giving in to ghosts.Yeah, no. Not on Jiang Cheng’s fucking watch.A story about grief, determination, unexpected friendships, abandoned watchtowers, and letters. So many letters.

All Tied Up In You by Clearpearls

Yet again, the night had come to this:

Jiang Cheng on the floor, kneeling, Zidian wrapped around his wrists.

Alone.

Thank You, and I'm Sorry by Hamliet

Jin GuangYao might be dead, but his story is not. Taking advantage of the chaos he instigated, someone makes an attempt on the life of the young new leader of the Jin Sect. When Jiang Cheng takes Jin Ling to the Cloud Recesses to have him study while he attempts to work with Wei WuXian and his husband Lan WangJi to eliminate the threat, he encounters a mourning Lan XiChen, lovestruck teenagers, and a persistent corpse--and both pairs of brothers find themselves struggling to move on.

saturn's rings (don't be a heartbreaker) by iskendaris

Set after the seige of burial mounds, Yunmeng rebuilds as they hold the first Discussion Conference at Lotus Pier. Sometimes the night is a gift, a refuge for loneliness. "So stern, Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen murmured, "So glacial... What will it take to melt that icy exterior? What can I say?"

"Nothing. There's nothing you can say or offer."

reciprocity by jukeboxhound

There’s a pause before Lan Xichen says, in a tone that’s a little more neutral, “I would like to paint on you.”

“…What?”

“Of course, if you say ‘yes’ but then change your mind at any point, for any reason, you need only say so and I will stop immediately,” he adds.

Well, silver lining: Jiang Cheng is feeling much more awake than he was a moment ago.

Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes

Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.

As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.

Marginal Costs by ohwhatevrewhatevr

“You think you know what you want, Er-Ge,” A-Yao says. “But you should consider what you’re willing to give first,” he says wryly, taking Lan XiChen’s chess piece with slim, skilled fingers.

Lan XiChen looks up at A-Yao’s concentrated expression and the hint of contentment on his face that he is special enough to be allowed to see.

“It’s not just one decision, but the lead up to many more. One decision decides what else you’re going to have to pay, and each time you have to ask yourself, ignoring the sunk costs, if this time it’s worth it as well.”

When his sworn brother looks up at him with those clear, amber eyes, waiting, Lan XiChen feels the pull and gives in: he asks.

“Are you happy being in love?”

(First half is two sad sworn brothers talking, internally mourning how unfortunate their other sworn brother’s death was :/ and second half is when a mopey boy in blue meets an angsty boy in purple whilst chasing a demonic cultivator, and a lil bit of sexy dual cultivation happens.)

Somewhat Tender by theherocomplex

There is no defense against kindness; it has always undone him.

I didn't expect you to be lonely (too) by bettydice (BettyKnight)

Jiang Cheng's life is a mess, he's a mess, and he doesn't miss his brother at all. So when his sister gifts him ten sessions with a massage therapist, who turns out to be someone he was crushing on for a hot minute as a teenager and is still as hot as ever... yeah, that might as well happen. It won't have to mean anything.

This feels intimate to Jiang Cheng in a way that's probably very inappropriate and maybe even pathetic. Nobody touches him like this, right where he’s hurt the most. There's no one who handles him so gently, so carefully.

It's the gentleness that's his undoing, he thinks. He would be able to deal better with it if it was painful.

Life for Rent by yodasyoyo

“Yeah well. You’re not taking me seriously. This guy is my soulmate!”

“Soulmate.” Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Just because you don’t believe in them—”

“I believe in them!” Jiang Cheng says. “I’ve never denied they exist.”

“Just last week you said that it was an evolutionary quirk that had been used by greetings card companies, movie makers, and corporations to exploit lonely and vulnerable people.”

“And I stand by it! That doesn’t mean that soulmates aren’t real. Just incredibly unlikely and probably pointless.

Or:

Xicheng vs Soulmates. Fight!

Halfway Around the World by theherocomplex

Normally, Jiang Cheng would be seething, jaw clenched tight, if someone sounded like that while they were talking, but — Lan Xichen has the trick of always making you feel like you're in on the joke, whatever the joke is. That you're laughing together.

Whelmed by yodasyoyo

For months now Jiang Cheng’s been idly fantasizing about how it would be if something were to come between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. Mostly those daydreams have been simple enough — they break up (probably because Lan Zhan is boring or Wei Ying is annoying), Wei Ying is sad for a couple of days (Jiang Cheng’s willing to allow some space for feelings, he isn't a total monster), but then Wei Ying realizes he’s better off, he gets over it, and Jiang Cheng gets his brother back.

Unfortunately the fantasy version of events has only proven partially true, so far. They've broken up. Wei Ying has been sad.

Now weeks have passed, though — and Wei Ying is still sad, every. Single. Day.

It’s like Jiang Cheng's stuck in a looping GIF, and it’s driving him insane.

Or:

Jiang Cheng plots, Lan Huan pines, and, unfortunately for Lan Qiren, Wangxian are inevitable.

#xicheng #fic recs #mdzs #mdzs recs #jiang cheng #lan xichen #obvs these reflect my personal preferences etc etc

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the-only-ace · 3 years

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Can you do a TaeminxReader where both the reader and Taemin are on The Knowing brothers and Heechul continuously flirts with the reader.

hello there~ i honestly don’t know if you still remember requesting this but here you go! i am so sorry for answering after such a long loooong hiatus. also, i am not really familiar with all the segments for the knowing brothers so i apologize in advance if some of them do not make sense. hope you still enjoy it nevertheless!

taemin scenario: just add jealousy

pairing: taemin x reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: taemin and reader have been liking each other for quite a while now and promoting as a duo together makes their relationship even more complicated. maybe a sprinkle of jealousy would finally ignite the sparks between them.

warnings: none

send in your requests here!

taemin plopped down on a seat and loosened the black necktie he was wearing for the knowing brothers recording. he reached over the table to grab a new bottle of water and contently chugged down its contents. the shoot just wrapped up and the cold drink was refreshing especially after participating in a lot of the activities today. he already spent more than a decade doing variety shows but this one made him extra tired. maybe it comes with age? who was he kidding, twenty-seven is not yet considered as old. he can perform and dance for hours and gladly do it again the next day. comparing to that, a tv show guesting should be a piece of cake but why does he feel more than relief to wrap it up earlier than expected.

with a long heavy sigh, taemin tilted his head backward and close his eyes. he knows exactly the reason why he feels exhausted and also annoyed. it was because of his certain senior called kim heechul.

a frown quickly formed across his forehead as the events a while ago replayed on his mind.

exhibit a:

“with your great chemistry on stage, fans keep on speculating if something is going on between you two. is there something we should know?” heechul asked as the cast talks about your debut single.

honestly, you were not that surprised with the question since it was quite a buzz across social media already. the other members of your girl group practically shoved their phones to your face whenever they saw comments regarding your performance. of course, their loud teasing comes next as if they were a package deal of some sort–which you don’t remember purchasing at all.

“no, we’re both just good friends.” you answered confidently with a chuckle. “i think my chemistry with taemin only comes from how much effort and passion we have put in our every performance. seeing such reactions from our audience makes both of us happy since it means that we did something great up there on stage.”

taemin was nodding silently beside you like a cute little puppy dog as he listened to your answer. he was quite proud of how well you handled the question on your own.

“so does that mean you’re still single?” the super junior member continued to ask.

“um… yeah, pretty much.” you laughed as you nod.

“then i can ask you out?” well, that one caught you off guard.

“hey, isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” taemin can’t help but interrupt your conversation.

“why is that?” the older guy snapped back and sounded a bit offended.

“because…” okay, taemin did not really think this through but thanks to his variety show experience, he was able to blurt out an entertaining response. “aren’t you a bit too old for her? wouldn’t that put you to… i don’t know, jail?” the comment earned laughs and more insults from the other members.

“look here, mister! she’s of legal age so what do you mean jail?” heechul stood up from his seat and started to point his index finger towards his junior. "also, don’t you guys think it’s up to y/n to decide?“ he directed his look to you and raised an eyebrow. “so, what do think?” he tried to pull off a flirty look.

“well, they do say age doesn’t matter in love.” you shrugged as you went with the flow.

taemin knew that you’re also good on variety shows especially on how open you are to any situations that were thrown in your way. you always have the best responses and reactions. that is why people from the industry love to invite you over to shoot an episode with them. however, he kind of hoped that you have let go of the idea of flirting back.

exhibit b:

heechul pulled out the empty chair beside him and patted it, indicating for you to sit beside him. you removed the black backpack you were wearing and placed it on top of the desk as you gladly sat down next to him.

“so where should i take you for our first date?” his sudden proposal caused you to scoff and let out an amused laugh.

“well… i do love eating expensive steak in a fancy restaurant where i can wear a beautiful dress that you bought while thinking of me.” you teased with a sweet smile.

“isn’t that too much for a high school student?” he mumbled to himself before reaching out to brush the stray hair on your forehead. “okay, oppa will do it for you.”

you placed both of your hands underneath your cheeks and looked at him cutely. “thank you, oppa!”

“oppa? more like samchon if you ask me.” taemin looked back from his seat in front of you two.

“alright, what the hell is your problem today? did i do something wrong?” heechul replied incredulously with his eyes wide.

“he’s just probably jealous. he wants some steak too.” you playfully stuck your tongue out before pushing taemin’s head so he would look in front once again.

exhibit c:

all of you are now playing the whisper challenge and it was yours and heechul’s turn. he was the one guessing and you were the one mouthing out the words. both of you are going at it for a while now and it makes you a bit frustrated on the inside. you can feel the sore throat creeping in as you blatantly repeated the same phrase over and over. he’s great at a lot of games but this one is definitely 100-percent not his forte.

“ah… ah ah, i know it now!” he finally said confidently with his right first up in the air. “i love you…”

his answer made you cover your face and burst out into fits of laughter before waving your hands in front of you indicating that he guessed the phrase wrong.

“i love you!” he repeated with more conviction.

“no, that’s not the word!” you shook your head while giggling.

“yeah, i know that’s not the word. i just want to say it to you.” he nodded before giving you finger hearts which you immediately reciprocate.

both of you are playfully flirting for most of the recording but this one got to be the cheesiness lines you heard today.

taemin was pulled out from his train of thoughts when he heard you snickering loudly from across the room and his head hastily snapped in your direction. there you were, wearing a high school uniform that matches his and he was not going to lie, he was stunned when he saw you wearing it the first time this morning. you look bright and youthful with the red checkered bow around your neck. your high-waisted skirt emphasizes your curves. your pair of black thigh-high socks were the perfect length to make your legs look longer. your hair was pulled up on a half ponytail which he doesn’t usually see on you so it was a sight for him to remember. there was a soft blush on your cheeks and across the bridge of your nose. the gloss on your lips was also mesmerizing as it catches the light every time you speak. that didn’t help at all given the fact that he often caught himself staring at your lips too much lately.

seeing you made him think that if you both met as high school students, he would have undeniably confessed to you in an empty classroom after class. he chuckled at the thought. he was not quite sure if you would have liked him back in high school since he was not confident in himself back then.

his daydreaming was cut short when he realized who you were talking to. it was none other than the kim heechul. he can’t help but observe as the two of you conversed animatedly with each other. he knew that heechul was a funny guy but he’s not that hilarous for you to laugh that hard. while listening to whatever story he has been conjuring, you were pulling your hair up in a quick messy bun since the studio was quite hot with all the lights around.

what happened next almost made taemin fell down from his seat. a scowl immediately appeared on his face as he watched heechul casually wiping the sweat on your nape with his handkerchief. not that taemin was counting but that was the 9th time he flirted with you today and not to mention that it was already after the show.

he bitterly watched as you both bid your goodbyes and now you were walking towards him. he cleared his throat and took another gulp from his water bottle.

“what’s with the long face?” you asked in fluent english as you sat down on the desk in front of him.

“what?” he looked up with a confused face.

“i thought you were taking english classes?” you mocked him–this time in korean. you nonchalantly reach out for his drink and took a sip.

you and taemin knew each other for quite a while now, almost 4 years to be exact. you were on friendly terms with him even before debuting as a duo but after spending these past few months preparing together, you have gotten much closer with him. too close that it became complicated for both of you. it was quite obvious that you two were acting more than friends but no one clearly expressed their feelings yet. the tension between you and him when you were alone became heavier and heavier as the days went by. you always have this urge to bring up the situation you two are in but everytime you were about to speak out, taemin would suddenly open up a conversation about a whole different topic.

“so what were you and heechul-hyung talking about a while ago?” yep, lee taemin always has awful timing.

“he just wanted to make sure that he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable during the recording a while ago.” you shrugged.

“oh, how sweet of him.” taemin scoffed and straighten up from his seat. “he even has to wipe your sweat for you.” he muttured under his breath.

“what was that?” you already heard what he said but it was too faint and you just wanted to make sure.

“nothing.” of course he would deny it. what did you expect?

“so… are you like jealous of heechul or something?” you were only joking, well half-joking. you used this opportunity to slowly open up the topic and to finally know where do you stand in his life.

he held your gaze for a few seconds before crossing his arms across his chest. you were not fully prepared for his serious stare and for what he said next. “and what if i am?”

“huh?” your dumbfounded voice was a couple of notes higher than usual.

“i said,” he leaned forward and looked up to you under his lashes. “what if i am jealous?”

you sat there frozen. you helplessly stared back at his eyes and looked for any signs that he was just fooling around. except it was clear as day, he meant what he said. you always have waited for this. you imagined all the possible scenarios. you even prepared what you would say once this was brought up but why were you speechless now? why do you feel all clammy and nervous? why can’t you calm down your frantic heartbeats?

you took a deep breath and forced yourself to bring back the confidence you once had. “then why don’t you ask me out already so you don’t have to feel threatened with every guy out there.”

“you know what?” he stood up and suddenly he was now towering over you. his scent wrapped all around you and it made you overheat even more. “i might just do that.”

“then i might just say yes.” you crossed your arms and hoped that it can disguise your slight shaking. whether it was from excitement or not, you do not know anymore. everything was happening so fast that you were not sure if you were comprehending them properly. you felt light-headed as you waited in silence.

“so we’re doing this?” his low voice broke the stillness.

“yes!” you responded a little too enthusiastically for your liking. you’re a mess right now, you ain’t denying that.

taemin chuckled softly before discreetly slipping his fingers under yours.

oh, god. you felt a shock and then a shiver from his touch. it was not like it was your first time to have skin-to-skin contact but this one was quite different. you can feel the tension slowly rising along with the heat on your cheeks. you can feel the frustrations that were build up every time you wanted to touch him in a not-so-friendly manner. you were willing to bet your life that he was currently feeling the same as you when you witnessed his eyes dilate and darken.

“look, as much as i want to make out with you right now. we can’t.” he took a step back and put his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

you felt both relief and disappointment when he widened the distance between you two. you can now catch a breather at last.

“i mean we can’t… here.” he suggestively added before turning away. “i’ll be waiting in my dressing room.”

there goes your breath again.

it took you a minute to recover after hearing his inviting words. you looked around while you fan your warm face with your hands as if it helped with cooling yourself off. you closed your eyes and relaxed yourself for who knows how many times already. you then hopped down the desk and made your way to the place you can’t wait to go to.

if this was what jealousy does to taemin, you absolutely cannot wait to see more of it.

#shinee #taemin #lee taemin #taemin x reader #shinee requests #shinee scenarios #shinee world #shinee request #shinee scenario #taemin scenarios #taemin requests #taemin scenario #taemin request #jealous taemin #lee taemin x reader #shinee x reader

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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years

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The Singer

@chaoticvampirejedi CAME UP WITH LIKE A 1920S AU AND I WANT TO BE A SINGER IN A SWANKY BAR AND HUNTER TO BE MY HOT MAFIA BOSS BABE OKAY, THANK YOU

Feminine reader, mentions of drinking and catcalling because you're a sexy singer on a stage, also Hunter is possessive and I am sorry but I am a simple girl with simple brain 😔 Cool, the gif just matches the aesthetic, but reader is not described in any particular way, I apologize, we need more inclusive vintage gifs

Also yes Crosshair's name is Harry Cross, why do you ask

The bar was thick with whiskey and cigar smoke, puffing around each of the tables like snakes, trying to sneak its way out of the door. Hunter personally didn't smoke- his kid, his 'omega' as the guys dubbed her, didn't like it, the smoke. It made her cough.

Hunter sat back, taking a sip of the whiskey that smoothed down his throat like fire, a slow dredge of pleasant heat.

"Good selection," Harry Cross sat down, lighting a cigarette. Hunter have a brief scowl at the sharpshooter, but Cross either didn't see it or ignored it. "Quite the crowd tonight, Boss."

Hunter chuckled, shrugging, swatting at the stench of nicotine. "Yeah, so I hear. Tech did some recon on the place. He's doing a once over, too- the crowd's pretty big."

"Can you blame them?" Cross leaned back in his chair, tapping the ash of the cigarette onto the tray. "The drinks are overflowing, the service is absolutely top-tier, and not to mention." Cross took an especially long drag of the cigarette. He puffed out the smoke, slow and long, and his eyes moved over the crowd from their table in the back. "Tonight's Friday night."

Hunter grunted. "What's special about Friday?"

"Drinks are on sale. And the singer's on tonight." Cross only chuckled, waving his fingers lazily at a waiter. "Gin and tonic."

Hunter's brow furrowed slightly but he said nothing, nodding politely at the waiter, who returned the gesture and kept walking, the tapping of his shoes drowned out in the chatter of the tables and the smooth jazz of the band. “The singer?”

‘So many questions.”

“Yeah. I have questions.”

“You should have asked them before you purchased the bar.”

Hunter glared again, eyes slipping back towards the crowd, skimming the audience. Conversation hung over them like the heavy cigar smoke. "The profit of this place is too good. Doesn't matter why." He shook the glass, the remaining liquid sloshing.

Cross laughed again, thin shoulders heaving under his coat. "Whatever you say, boss."

Hunter only hummed and leaned on the table as the lights dimmed, a light blinking awake on the stage. The band halted, and Hunter's eyes drifted as the curtains, in their theatrical manner, parted.

A woman moved forward, dress swaying in ethereal manner, and her hands parted.

Hunter's eyes landed on her and stayed- he didn't dare move them unless she disappear, even as the band played. Hunter never cared much for music until she opened her mouth and words rang out, loud and broad and massive and airy. And it was everything music never had been for him, and suddenly Hunter was undone, unraveled, by the exsistance of this voice.

"Cross," He rasped, leaning forward on the table. "Who is that?"

"The singer." Cross stubbed the cigarette on the ashtray, sniffing it with a soft hiss. He shrugged. "Not bad, is she?"

Hunter felt his jaw rotate as she sung her heart out, voice pulling from her throat like a bird that had been released from its cage for the first time. "Find her name," He mumbled. "Give me any information you can find on her- if she has debts, they're mine. Anyone that wants any harm on her, send 'em to me."

"Already?" Cross chuckled. "She didn't even have to do nothing."

"Don't care." Hunter huffed as he drew the glass to his lips. It fogged the crystal surface as he downed the rest of the drink. "Don't want her, just the debts and problems."

Cross leaned back on the chair and watched his boss, then laughed and shook his head. "I can have her come talk to ya." He watched, sharp gaze observing every single one of Hunter's little movements. "She still has an hour til she's done singing."

Hunter watched her sing, her arms and hips sway as her face was written with joy. "I wouldn't mind." He said, tilting his glass and pouring another shot of whiskey. "Don't mention anything about-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get ya." Cross stood, tugging a small pouch out if his pocket and opening it, plucking a toothpick between his teeth. "Want her to get the hots for you being your genuine self. All that."

A smile pressed to his lips as Hunter gently waved at Crosshair. "Go on, I'll enjoy the show." He smiled and leaned on the table, watching the singer on the stage, heart almost stilling as she continued, smiling at her own song.

#hunter x reader #bad batch hunter x reader #hunter x you #bad batch hunter x you #minty writes #hunter #bad batch reader insert #1920s au #i have too many aus #pls #i am in tears #too many

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erensproudsimp · 3 years

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One Night Stand

Gojo Satoru x reader

⚠ Sexual Content Ahead ⚠

Summary : Working as a stripper, it was your job to please men for your daily bread until the day you met a handsome man offering to give you a ride back home, naughty things happening along the way.

Word count : 2.4 k

Looking at yourself in the mirror in the changing room all decked up in your glittery lingerie, ready to put on a show for disgusting men. Painting your lips a bright red, you smacked them together to spread the colour. Being a stripper sure brought a lot of money in which made you so happy but the fact that you had to please men for it didn't sit right in you. Taking a deep breath, you exited the room, your five inch heels clacking the surface with your each step. Gesturing your colleagues a 'hi' by waving your hand, you entered the area where the clientele would be.

Electronic music echoing around the entire room, gracefully you walked to your respective pole with the other stripers going to theirs. Prepping yourself up and warming up a little, you made sure you were perfect to earn more money. Led lights falling on your being as you were made among the centres of attraction for people to feed their eyes on your show. Placing your manicured hand on the cold pole, the other on your hip, you waited for people to enter the club so that you could start dancing. Your golden lingerie really brought out your curves and your sex appeal. Sparkling under the stage light, feeling like the bad bitch you are, you could bet your ass that money would be flying like nothing in your pockets.

Once people started entering the club, you started your performance to attract them to you. Gliding your heels on the floor, you split your legs, synchronizing your movements to the beat of the song currently being played, your sensuality bursting into the most vibrant dance. Your legs extended like a primal ballerina as you stood up, brushing your hair off your face before dragging it down your chest to finally grab your pole.

For the most part, you felt as though the front people were your main audience unaware of two bright blue eyes analyzing your every move. As you turned your body, your eyes caught caught a man sitting not far away in the back, him less adept at hiding his gaze than you. He had the kind of face that made you stop in your tracks. One glance at him was enough to make you fall on your knees for him. He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking away, his head tilted on one side supported by his arm placed on the couch, a hopeful smile playing on his lips as he pushed his dark glasses back.

Ignoring him, of course, you continued dancing making old men's pocket hurt. At some point, you became bored with staying on the stage and got off to approach your clients closer. Catwalking nearer to the man who caught your attention, you halted to the couch beside him where a blond man wearing glasses was drinking what seemed to be a glass of whiskey. Licking your lower lip, bending down to drag your index finger on his cheeks, you saw in the corner of your eye, the white haired man staring at you with a frown. More money thrown you, you sat on the man still sneaking peaks at your main interest for the night to see if your actions were affecting him.

Not so long later, you got bored of the blond guy, blowing a kiss at him, you finally went over to your target. Oh lord, to say he was just handsome was an understatement of his true attractiveness. He was beyond gorgeous, having the beauty equivalence of probably a god, he was radiating so much power. Dressed in a tight white shirt half buttoned, his abbs see through, with black pants, he laid on the furniture with crossed arms. However, upon seeing you approaching him, he opened them, placing them on the couch beside his shoulders.

Sitting next to him, you inclined yourself towards him, your hand on his thigh.

"Enjoying this night?"

"Now that you're close to me I sure am enjoying it more," he flirted.

"Oh really, is there any other thing I can do to make your night even better handsome?" you cooed in his ear.

"Hoooo? you'd do anything?"

"A n y t h i n g."

"Well then if you're insisting, please yourself on me, that would make me happy", he smugged.

Something about him was so alluring, from his appearance to his melodious voice, it made you want to know how his lips move in a kiss, how his hands move around your curves.

"As you wish dear sir."

Wasting no time, you hopped on his lap, your legs spread on his each side. Your hands resting on his shoulder playing with his hair from the back, you gazed into his eyes, his glasses falling his nose bridge. Irises so blue, as though containing all the blues of the sky to the ocean spanning the galaxy. Hell, they might even be the definition of a black hole due to their insane gravitational pull though which anyone could be sucked into.

Straddling his thighs, you rocked your hips back and forth, you grinded on him.

Just swaying to the music in the background, you traced his jawline with your tongue. Not even once did the man touch you as he just watched you do whatever you wanted. His smirk was like liquid adrenaline was being injected into your blood stream making your body tingle.

"Look at you, ignoring your work to grind on me, what a dirty slut you are", whispering in your ear he grabbed your hips to lift you and turn you so that your ass was right on his growing bulge.

Raising yourself up and down, you bounced on him. Intoxicated by the alcohol and cigarettes in the air, your vision blurry, hands moving down your boobs to your waist. Twerking on him, you felt him growing bigger. You bent back, your head placed on his shoulder, giving him a subtle smile. His hot breath fanned on your face, he smelt like booze with a faint vanilla. Cupping your breasts with his big hands, you slapped them away as you stood up to sit next to him. Kissing his cheek with your one hand on his other side of his face, you felt something entering your bra; the man was stuffing a bundle of money in.

Wingling your fingers, you waved him bye as you were going in the changing room to freshen up yourself. That was a lot of money he gave you, you thought while counting but there was one odd thing in it.

There was his business card in it. There was his phone number in it. Was this his way of telling you to contact him?

Shrugging your thoughts off, you typed him a message.

You : Hey handsome, so what's up with the business card?

Him: When does your shift ends?

You: Midnight.

Him: Great. You'll see a white limousine outside. Wanna come in for a ride at home?

A gorgeous man offering to give you a lift? Damn you couldn't miss this opportunity.

You: Sure thing, see you later.

After fixing your makeup and adjusting your clothes, you went out to slay the night until your little date. You couldn't wait until then.

When your shift was finally over, you rushed to change into your black mini satin dress you wore coming to work as well as ensuring you looked charming.

Your black handbag over your shoulder, you went outside, the fresh air of the cold night hitting your face. Lungs feeling so fresh, you were excited to see him again.

Indeed there was a white limousine parked at the entrance of the club. Upon seeing you arrive, the man asked the driver to unlock the doors so as to let you inside.

"Thank you so much for this offer, Mr?

" Oh please, name's Gojo Satoru but you can just call me Gojo", he said loosening his tie to remove it. Goodness, that was hotter than the core of the earth mixed with the sun's heat.

"Sure thing, Gojo~", seductively you said while you took a place on a seat beside him.

"Care for some wine?" he demanded while pouring a glass.

"Why not?"

"So, where do you live?" Gojo asked handing you the glass.

After telling him your address, he signaled the driver who understood the message and pulled up the black windshield to leave both of you in private.

The bitter yet sweet liquid warmed your body making you feel more relaxed after a long work. Throwing your head back, you let the wine disperse in all your veins, Gojo watching you while drinking his.

"I loved your lapdance, it was so erotic and you looked so...hot," he complimented scooching closer to you.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, he removed his glasses to place on the counter nearby. He stroke a finger down your throat, making you shiver. Holy shit that felt good.

"Not going to lie but you caught my attention the moment I saw you dancing on the stage. That golden lingerie hugging your perfect curves was enough to make me drool for you", whispering in your ear while his hand was sliding the strap of your dress off your shoulder.

More shivers down your spine.

Leaning in his touch, your hands reached to unbutton his shirt. Lips on your neck. Hot. Sinful. Goosebumps rose up your flesh. Gojo's shirt was on the floor, his chest threatening to make you swoon. It was so hard not to stare at the most beautiful male body you've ever seen.

"Love what you're seeing?" his voice came out husky.

"Very much", you replied before colliding your lips with his.

Big, warm hands stroke up your torso to cup your breasts. You jerked at the bold move, moaned in his mouth.

Feeling his smirk, he pulled back trailing his tongue down your neck to your collarbone before drawing back. As you straightened your back, his hands unzipping your dress.

His eyes went big when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra. His gaze caressed your plump boobs. Wasting no more seconds, he attacked the area with his mouth making you yelp.

"Fuck's sake, you're so gorgeous", he complimented in between sucking your nipple.

Your stomach clenched. Never had you craved a man with such hunger, never had you been more aware of your own femininity so much.

Pulling away, Gojo turned to take something from the table counter behind him. Taking this moment to take a deep breath to calm your quick heartbeats, you removed your hair from your face. Curious to know what he was doing, you tried to sneak a peak until he turned around to face you, in his hand, an orange slice.

Your head was filled with questions.

"Open your mouth", he ordered and you obeyed, of course.

"stick your tongue out."

Doing as he asked, you took it out as he pressed the fruit on it making its juices spreading throughout your mouth, even spilling down your jaw to your neck. The citric acid running down your skin so slowly as Gojo trailed his tongue down chasing all the droplets, his other hand holding your head by your hair.

"Hmmmm"

"You really like me licking you huh?" Gojo smirked.

"Ooooooohhh"

Unbuckling his pants, he slid them down leaving him in his boxers, his hardened dick pressed, like you were in your soaked panties. Unable to resist the temptation, you pulled them down releasing it from its trap. His dick sprung free, Gojo could no longer contain the heat he felt inside of him to bury himself deep in you.

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked before taking off your underwear.

"Why would I after how wet I am for you?"

Loving your answer the man tore the cloth from you revealing your soft folds to him.

"I hope you can handle me, I'm not going to go easy on you~", Gojo warned teasingly placing his member at your entrance.

"Go ahead, let's see if you can wreck me because I'm pretty sure I can handle you", you sneered.

"Heh~ well, we'll see about that in a few", he said before thrusting into you without any warnings.

"Ah!"

Throwing your one leg on his shoulder to gain a better position to fuck you, Gojo was not slow into gaining speed. This man was like an animal, so violently pushing and pulling in and out of you.

Your moans and heavy breaths was so loud, you were sure that the driver was hearing everything but Gojo didn't care about it one single bit. All that mattered to him at that moment was to fuck you into oblivion.

Right before either of you could come, Gojo pulled out to turn your body on the car couch, your boobs pressed against the leather, your ass lifted up as Gojo inserted himself again in you. This time you couldn't help it but let out whimpers.

"What's with the whimpers? I thought you could handle it, didn't you say so?" he ridiculed you.

Lost in a haze, you could barely hear his words, only feel his thrusts deep in you. He didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

He grabbed your hand and pressed it against your stomach.

"Can you feel how deep I am into you right now? You like it don't you? Being fucked like the shameless whore you are?"

"Ahhh-yes I do, I do."

Feeling your climax getting closer and closer, you gripped the couch for dear life as you were going crazy with this insane anount of pleasure.

"Ah- Gojo-I-I'm-"

"It's okay my love, you can release it, I'm close too."

It wasn't long before you were screaming his name as he filled your insides with his hot fluid. Pulling your hair as he did so, he collapsed on the couch beside with you laying on top of him rubbing circles on his chest.

Remembering that you had to get off to go home, you took your clothes from the floor and wore them while Gojo was admiring you.

You wished that this could last forever but alas it was just a one night stand as Gojo left you at your home saying a final goodbye to never meet again.

End.

Thank you for reading this. :)

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mldrgrl · 3 years

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His’n

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG Summary: A Hanella Twitter prompt, of sorts. Hank introducing Stella as his wife. https://twitter.com/hole4gillian/status/1411255101990203392?s=21

The whole Zoom appearance thing was getting to be old hat, so when Hank was asked to appear live and in person at the reopening of an independent book store he frequented, he jumped at the opportunity. He missed reading to people that actually existed and weren’t just little boxes on a screen. He missed that instant feedback and energy that only a live audience could provide. He missed being the center of attention.

The appearance was on a Tuesday evening. He asked Stella to go, but she had a late class that night. He asked Becca to come, but Ziggy had a puppy training session. He wasn’t terribly disappointed. It was a rare occurrence to have any of his family at an event and he was fine with it.

Hank was greeted by the owner and manager of Read This, a man named Philip, who he considered to be a step above an acquaintance, but not quite a friend. They had a relationship built upon reciprocity. Hank was a regular customer, even name dropped the store a few times in interviews to give it a boost, and Philip always stocked his books and made sure signed copies were on display.

The event space in the store was just a small stage at the back, barely large enough to fit two chairs comfortably, and an assortment of mismatched folding chairs scattered in front of it. The bookstacks were at angles, pointed towards the stage in a vee formation like an arrow down the aisle. Hank had done a few signings there in the past and they always felt more like intimate gatherings than events.

Philip kicked off the appearance with a short speech thanking everyone for coming out and for supporting the store over the years. He kept it short and simple and then gave Hank the floor to a round of applause. Hank stepped up onto the stage and gave Philip a quick hug before he sat down. All the seats out in the audience were full - all fifteen or twenty of them. He took a passing glance at the crowd as he unfolded the pages he’d brought with him that had been tucked into his back pocket.

“Any of you motherfuckers blog about this later and call me an old man for what I’m about to do, fuck you in advance,” he said, taking out the reading glasses he had hooked to the collar of his shirt that had recently become a necessity.

Everyone laughed. Someone woo-hooed from the audience and Hank dropped his chin to look over the rim of his glasses.

“Philip said I could read whatever the hell I wanted,” Hank said. “So I’m going to read an excerpt from a new novel I’ve got coming out in a few months called Alone Together. A couple things you should know going in, the novel follows the story of Miranda and Scott, a married couple who are on the verge of calling it quits after fifteen years when the pandemic hits and forces them hunker down together when they’d really rather be anywhere else. This bit I’m about to read is about half-way in, when Scott is starting to reflect on what exactly went wrong and when.”

Hank paused to smooth his pages again. When he looked up, he straightened his shoulders in surprise. He saw Stella, leaning against one of the bookstacks with a mild smile on her face. She was in her work clothes, a white silk blouse and fawn colored pencil skirt and tan heels. She had a tan blazer over her arm and her briefcase in hand as well. He took a subtle glance at his watch as he adjusted his pages. Her night class should have only started a half an hour ago.

“Uh,” Hank started and then hid a grin behind his fist as he cleared his throat. “Scott watched his wife at her computer from across the room. She had her headset on and she was laughing. He couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d heard her laugh. It occurred to him that he’d forgotten what it sounded like.”

It took about fifteen minutes for Hank to read the full excerpt. He was momentarily distracted when he saw Becca walking down the aisle. She went straight to Stella, gave her a hug, and then turned towards the stage with Stella’s arm across her shoulders. The surprise of having both his wife and daughter there for him almost made him cry.

When he finished, the audience clapped, and Philip came back onto the stage to moderate audience questions. All the questions were the same variations of questions he had been asked his entire career. He could answer them in his sleep. While he was droning on about his routine and writing habits, he saw Becca tip her head back, whisper something in Stella’s ear, and then duck out from under her arm and walk away. He hoped she wasn’t leaving without saying goodbye.

“Gentleman in the green shirt,” Philip said.

“You said earlier that you were inspired by the pandemic, so I have to ask, how much is fiction and how much is reality?”

“Are you asking me if I based it off my own life?” Hank asked. “Well, first of all, I want to make a broad statement about writing in general. That whole ‘write what you know’ garbage that people, mainly professors, let’s be honest, try to instill into you, is bullshit. Do you think Bram Stoker was a vampire? Do you think Thoms Harris was a cannibal? And believe me, I’m not saying that writers don’t cull from their real life when they’re putting words to paper, but there always seems to be this assumption that if you’re writing a modern story, set in a modern world, that somehow that must be your life and your voice.

“Unlike Scott, I am happily married to the most beautiful, intelligent, way out of my league woman and I would never forget, not even for a hot second, that I am the luckiest bastard alive. We started off the pandemic in very close quarters and when I was trying to think about what I might be interested in writing next, it occurred to me that I could very well be in a miserable position if my life was different. But, it’s not my life that I was imagining when I finally sat down to write. It was two people who were at odds with each other and how would they respond to this?

“I’ll say this, though, and then I’ll get off my high horse on the subject. There is one thing in the story that I gave to Scott that belongs to me. I even read from that passage tonight, and I’ll read it again.”

Hank put his glasses back on and flipped through his pages until he found the paragraph he wanted. He glanced up and out to where Stella was before he re-read the lines.

“He could recall in stunning detail the moment he knew he was in love with her. It wasn’t a romantic moment. They weren’t out on a date. It wasn’t during or after sex, when he was naturally euphoric. It was on a hot summer morning in August when the air conditioner had gone out overnight and they’d both slept poorly and were pissed off at the world. He watched her angrily brushing her teeth with her pink cheeks and dark circles under her eyes and in his exhaustion and anger he wished for a moment that she wasn’t there, but then he had a flash of his life without her and suddenly he felt a swelling in his chest that stole his breath. He never wanted to envision a life without her again, not for a minute.”

Hank stared at the page for a few beats before he finally took off his glasses again and looked up. He first looked for the man that had asked the question and then he turned his gaze to Stella.

“The fictional situation was different,” he said. “But, the feeling was the same.”

Stella gave him a subtle smile and her lips puckered very briefly. His own lips twitched in response and he finally cut his eyes away. He took a few more questions and then Philip thanked him for his time and invited anyone that wanted to stay to have a book signed to wait for a few minutes as they set up the table.

As people began to talk amongst themselves, Hank left the stage to go to Stella. She was chatting with Becca, who had returned with two cups of coffee from the cafe next door.

“Hey,” Hank said, sliding his arm around Stella’s waist and squeezing her hip.

Stella put a hand on Hank’s face and her thumb briefly circled his mouth. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes held his in a warm gaze. She tilted her chin up at him and he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Daughter,” he said, turning to Becca while still holding onto Stella. He put his hand on the top of her head and kissed the part in her hair.

“Father.”

“I’m glad you came.”

“We thought we would take you to dinner,” Stella said. “When you’re finished.”

“I would love that.”

Philip came up from behind Hank and said his name. “We’re ready for you,” Philip said.

“Philip, this is my wife, Stella Gibson. And my daughter, Rebecca Moody.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Philip said to Stella and then nodded to Becca. “We sold out of the hardcover of your last book. Please, let me know if you’d ever like to do a signing.”

“Sure,” Becca said.

“You’d have to put twice as many chairs out,” Hank said. He could tell Becca wanted to roll her eyes at him so bad.

“Go do your thing,” Stella said, putting her hand over Hank’s on her hip. She rubbed her thumb over his and he captured it and pinned it down for a moment. He nodded and then kissed her cheek again.

“Love you,” he whispered into her ear.

“I see what you mean,” Philip said, walking Hank back to the stage where a folding table was set up. “She is out of your league.”

“Right?” Hank said with a laugh. “And she married me. Unfuckingbelievable.”

The End

#i wrote this #hanella #hank moody #stella gibson #marrieds #the fall #californication

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💌 Requested by: @real-kate-bishop-aka-hawkeye

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader ft Marvel Cast

Request: Age gap! Reader is in a relationship with Sebastian Stan and they’re in a movie together that has been nominated for the Oscars. Both of them are up for best actor and actress.

a/n: I hope you like this, I’m so sorry for the long wait, love! Enjoy!💖

Double Win

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m a bit nervous. But I’m excited to be here. It’s gonna be a good night.” You reply with a smile as Sebastian squeezed your hand. The two of you were currently in the car on your way to the venue that hosted the Oscars.

“Hey, whatever happens tonight, whether we win or loose, I’m proud of you.” Sebastian says as he brings your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to it.

You and Sebastian were both nominated for your first Oscars ever. The movie you guys both starred in has been successful in the box office and has snagged multiple nominations during awards season.

You first met Sebastian during a table read for a disclosed Marvel project. You were a new actress in the business having been in small movies and had some parts in tv shows, but being casted as Kate Bishop was your big break (I know she’s like 16 in the comics, but for the sake of this request let’s just assume the actress casted is in her 20s). You and Seb instantly clicked at the table reading. From there on a beautiful friendship formed which slowly grew into a relationship. Despite the age gap, everything you guys did together felt natural. Natural in a sense where it was familiar, as if you guys have known each other for years. When you were with him everything fell into place.

“I’m so happy that you’re finally getting recognition for your work. You work your ass off on these movies, you deserve it so much.” You admitted as he strokes your hand with his thumb. Sebastian tilts his head at you with that crooked smile on his face.

“After all, you were robbed for I, Tonya.” You added as you nudged his shoulder with yours. His smile breaks as he laughs.

“Are you still mad about that?”

“YES! Oh my god, it irritates me so much. Like how did you not get nominated for I, Tonya? You were amazing as Jeff!” You exclaimed waving your free hand in frustration.

“Well that doesn’t matter anymore. Because now, I’m nominated for a movie I starred in alongside my girl. To me, that’s all that matters.” He said as he leaned in closer to you. You hum contently as he nudges your nose with his. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful to not get any of that sinful red lipstick on his lips.

The moment was interrupted by the driver announcing that you have arrived at the venue. Before leaving the car you quickly fix your hair and make sure Sebastian didn’t have any lipstick on his lips. Sebastian buttoned up his suit and looked back at you before opening the door.

“You look beautiful, by the way. I just wanted to tell you before everyone starts shouting it at you.” He tells you with a boyish grin on his face. You playfully roll your eyes and thank him. He opens the door and you guys are met with the flashing lights and chaos of the red carpet.

🕓 Time Skip

Half an hour into the awards show and they’ve announced the awards for Best Supporting Actor and Actress. Your nerves were getting the best of you, making your leg bounce in anticipation. You tried having a few glasses of wine to help you loosen up, but it was no use. Sebastian, who had been beside you the whole night, noticed your nervous tic. He placed a reassuring hand onto your leg to help calm you down. He didn’t say anything but his silent gesture was appreciated. His hand helped ground you and tell you that he was there for you.

Chris Evans and Brie Larson walked out from backstage and entered the stage. The audience clapped as they approached the mic.

“Hello everyone! Of all the movies that have been nominated for this category tonight, something that they all have in common is a female lead who is a force of nature and captures the attention of the audience with their strong presence on screen.” Brie starts.

“Here are the nominees for Best Actress.” Chris continues as they announce the names of the nominees. As your name is announced you feel your heart beat quicken and squeeze onto Sebastian’s hand, a smile hiding your anxiousness.

When they finish the names, Brie excitedly opens the envelope. She and Chris share are look before they announce the winner.

“And the Oscar goes to..”

“(Y/n) (Y/L/N)!!” They scream into the mic.

You freeze as you hear your name. Around you the people clap and stand as you remained seated in your seat in shock. Sebastian is the one to pull you out your state of shock, leaning down and gently pulling you up.

“Baby, you won!” He exclaimed as he pulls you into his arms. You come back to your senses and wrap your arms around him quickly pulling away. You make your way up to the stage as people congratulated you as you passed by the aisle. When you approached the stairs, you hold the train of your dress to avoid pulling a Jennifer Lawrence. Chris is quick to help, lending you a hand up the stage. He hugs you and congratulates you over the audience. Brie approaches you with open arms and hands you the Oscar. The two move to the side to give you your moment. You face the crowd with a big smile, Oscar in hand.

“Thank you guys.” You start as you glance at Brie and Chris. You look back to the crowd and quickly spot Sebastian, who has the most proudest look on his face.

“This is unbelievable, I can’t believe this is happening! I’ve been dreaming of this since I was a little kid.” You mused as you looked at the Oscar gleaming in the light.

“I guess I should start by thanking the Academy. Thank you for this opportunity. Thank you to the cast and crew who have been part of this movie’s journey I love every single one of you. Thanks to my team, who have been so kind and supportive to me from the start and have helped me get to this moment. To my family, I owe you all so much you have been so supportive of me and pushed me to follow my dreams and have been there every step of the way. Also, to the women who were nominated alongside of me tonight, you guys are amazing and continue to inspire me to become as talented as you all are. Lastly, I want to thank a special person. My co-star in this movie, my best friend, biggest supporter, my rock, my lover. Sebastian you have done nothing but been there for me through thick and thin. I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve someone as special as you, but I’m thankful that I have you. Without you I don’t know how I would survive in the madness of this, I love you.” You looked at Sebastian through blurred eyes as you made your speech.

“Thank you!” You finished as you excitedly held the Oscar up in the air. The usher instructed you to stand by the side as Brie and Chris walked to the mic.

“And now for Best Actor!” Chris says as they announce the nominees. When Sebastian’s name was called you clapped and cheered as he gave the camera a shy smile.

“And the Oscar goes to!”

“SEBASTIAN STAN!” They announce, Chris screaming it a bit louder than Brie. You gasp and clap as you see Sebastian being congratulated by your fellow co-stars and director. He makes his way up to the stage instantly looking for your eyes. A giant smile is on your face as your eyes connect. He’s hugged by Brie and Chris. Chris moves to hand him the award but Sebastian is already striding towards you. The audience laughs at Chris’ reaction. Meanwhile Sebastian brings his hand to cradle your face and pulls you into a passionate kiss. The crowd cheers and whistles as you wrap your free arm around him. For a moment it feels like it’s just you two in the whole venue. You pull away, lovingly smiling at each other.

“Go get that Oscar, champ.” You teased and nudge him towards Chris, who claps him on the back as soon he approaches him.

“Sorry, got caught in the moment.” He chuckled making the audience laugh.

“Man, I—. This is just an honor, thank you so much for this. I don’t know what I did to get here, but thank you so much. Thank you to the Academy. Thank you to the cast and crew who’ve worked hard day and night to make this amazing movie the way it is. My team, thank you for dealing with me, I appreciate it. I wanna say a very special thank you to two of the most important women in my life. My mother, who sacrificed so much to give me a better life, I’m up on this stage because of you. I love you and I’ll make sure to give you a call as soon as I’m home. I think you guys know who the other woman is.” He exclaims as he turns to you with a twinkle in his eyes, the crowd cheering him on.

“When I say this I’m being dead serious. I’m gonna marry that woman one day.” Sebastian points at you making the crowd go wild. You laugh, looking down as your face turns 50 shades of red.

“(Y/n), you keep me going everyday. You inspire me to better myself and become a better man. For the two years we’ve been together, you’ve been beside me through it all and I just want to thank you for everything you do. You’re my safe place, I love you.” He said while looking at you the entire time. He thanks everyone again before the music begins to play.

🕓 Time Skip

As the show came to an end everyone headed towards the after party. The cast and crew of your movie celebrated over champagne, some speeches, a little crying, and lots of hugs. The whole night Sebastian never left your side, his hand was either around your waist or the small of your back. Constantly whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he pressed kisses to your face.

“Seb! (Y/n)!” You and Sebastian turned to the voice to see Chris pushing through the crowd along with Scarlett and Brie.

“Hey!” You greet them as you all pull each other into hugs.

“Congratulations you two! You must be on cloud nine!” Scarlett said as she squeezed you as tight as she can.

“The look on your face when you won, oh my goodness! Priceless!” Brie laughs as she held onto your arm.

“I honestly can’t believe it! It’s just so surreal like what the fuck? I’m still processing it!” You rambled, eyes wide with shock. The two laughed at your reaction.

“I’m guessing Seb is gonna be getting some as soon as you guys get home?” Scarlett teased. You rolled your eyes glancing at Seb who was talking to Chris and Samuel L. Jackson. He caught your eye and sent a quick wink towards you.

“I don’t kiss and tell, Scarlett.” You winked at the blonde. Your name is suddenly being called across the room by Chris.

“When’s the wedding?” He asked, a few feet away from you and the girls.

“As soon as he gets the ring!” You answer teasingly making Seb blush. Chris turns back to Sebastian pointing at you.

“You heard the lady, Seb.”

“Who says I don’t already have the ring?” Sebastian shot back making everyone sound like a bunch of teenagers.

When you guys got back home, you and Sebastian celebrated in the early hours of the morning between the sheets. When you wake up the next day you see a blue Tiffany’s box paired with a rose resting on Sebastian’s side of the bed.

And you said yes.

#ally’s requests #marvel #mcu #avengers #sebastan stan #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan headcanons #sebastian stan drabble #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #Bucky Barnes #winter soldier #bucky barnes x reader #marvel cast x reader

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