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bimbobaggins69 · 11 months

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Heavy metal parking lot

eddie munson x metal head fem!reader

summary: the last thing you ever expected was to hit it off with a cute guy at a Judas Priest concert, but stranger things have happened.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, all porn almost no plot, no use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl etc.), smoking the devils lettuce, queer!eddie, reader has nipple piercings, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation (but eddie is still a simp), oral (m receiving), unprotected rough p in v sex (this is fantasy, pls don’t have unprotected sex with strangers), anal play (f receiving).

notes: just a dirty little one shot. Sorry, there will not be a part two. Thank you to my loves: @corrodedcorpses @take-everything-you-can & @stwritings for beta reading <3 also, blame @bettyfrommars & @xxhellfiregirlxx for me posting this filth on our holy day.

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This was a stupid idea, stupid, stupid.

But here you are driving to the market square arena, an hour away from home, dead in the middle of a scorching summer, alone.

You had this elaborate plan for months, ever since you had bought your tickets. You and your best friend Abbee were supposed to meet up at your house, get ready together, go grab some fuel and head to the show a little early to hang out in the parking lot. That unfortunately is not what ended up happening. You got ready…alone, got food…alone and now you’re making the trip…alone.

You can’t be mad at your friend, she did have a very valid excuse as to why she was unable to make it. You couldn’t help but to kick yourself for never being brave enough to put yourself out there and make new friends, but maybe that would change, maybe you would meet some cool people at the show, some Judas Priest fans seemed like the perfect place to start.

The parking lot was jam packed, men and women in all their Judas Priest or Dokken gear, huge banners held out by adoring fans, beer cans littering the lot as weed and cigarette smoke fog the air.

You finally find parking, lucky for you it seems to be the last vacant spot left, squeezed tight between a red Camaro and a brown van.

Better than nothing.

As you exit your black Honda accord, your eyes flit around the lot, taking in your surroundings as you breathe in the second hand smoke.

“Hey, sick shirt.” A gruff voice towards your left calls out. You look around for a second before your eyes finally land on the owner of the van that's parked beside you.

His brown wavy hair gets hit by a gust of wind, as if he’s some hot character in one of those movies that the protagonist is in love with. You definitely couldn’t deny his hotness.

His defenders of the faith shirt clung to his body like a second skin, tight dark blue jeans with a chain adorned his lower half along with white reeboks.

He had a joint perched between his two fingers as his eyes so boldly roamed your figure.

“Thanks,” you acknowledge, as you look down at your ‘hell bent for leather’ cropped tee, and then back up to meet his mischievous smirk. “Yours is sick, too.” You offer in a small but cheerful voice.

“You wanna come smoke with me, pretty girl?” He offers as the mischievous smile grows, like the grinch who stole Christmas.

“Uhh, sure why not?” You shrug, making your way over to the van and taking a seat on the red carpeted floor, your leather mini skirt now hiked up around the very tops of your thighs while your knee high boots hang out the side, resting on the asphalt below you.

“I’m Eddie.” He declares while holding out a heavily ringed hand, you stare it down ogling between his tattoos, black nail polish and badass rings before placing your smaller appendage in his, you firmly shake it with a smile as you tell him your name.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He chuckles before handing you the dwindling joint.

You take a hit while you let your eyes wander around the inside of his van, a small mattress set up with a colorful quilt and two fluffy pillows.

Various magazines of the adult variety scrawled out haphazardly on the floor, a six pack of coors lite sits on the arm rest between the two front seats, breaking the law plays out through the speakers.

Though he’s not the only one, various Judas Priest songs could be heard throughout the stadium's parking lot.

You take another small hit, passing back the now roach sized spliff. Eddie tries to get one more hit out of it, before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it with the toe of his white sneaker.

You begin to stand up with the thought that you may be overstaying your welcome, until Eddie puts a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to go.” The shy look on his face is the total antithesis of his cocky demeanor when he’d first waved you over.

“Oh, okay. I just didn’t want to bother or keep you from anything.” Your response is sheepish and the butterflies in your belly begin fluttering about.

“No baby, you're not keeping me from anything.” He beams.

That damn nickname pulls you in like a moth to a flame.

As you and Eddie grow better acquainted, you realize he has a great sense of humor with an eccentric personality.

You also quickly realize you want him.

Right here in the back of his van.

You scoot your bottom back, making your way into the wagon. The action causes your skirt to roll up further along your thighs, giving Eddie the perfect glimpse of your black panties.

You swing your feet inside and hoist yourself up on your knees, as graceful as possible. Waddling over like a penguin to fling yourself onto the mattress that had your mind wandering.

“Mmm, this is comfy.” You sigh with a smile, as your body burrows deeper into the off white sheets below you.

Eddie stands just outside the door, eyes unable to leave your backside as you cuddle up on his mattress. ‘Was this his lucky day?’ This shit never happens to him, well at least not with women anyway. He had better luck with men.

Thank you Judas Priest, Eddie silently prays to the sky before making his way inside the vehicle to join you.

“Mind if I lay down?” He mumbles, surprising you with his close proximity.

You turn, catching onto the puppy dog eyes he’s giving you; and what you would give to have them looking down at you while he’s working your body to sweet, sweet release.

“No, of course not.” You giggle, the sound makes Eddie twitch in his pants.

He was a sweet boy, you wanted him to fucking ruin you.

You turn to face him, head resting on your palm as you pat the spot beside you.

The sly smirk returns as he lays down on the mattress, mirroring your exact position.

“Shows gonna start in an hour.” He whispers, scooting in closer towards you, the warmth radiating off of his skin is sending your body into a frenzy.

“Mm, so we have enough time?” You sweetly whisper back.

“Enough time for what? Hmm?” Your bodies continue to gravitate together, a pull so strong it was like you were both attached to magnets.

“For this..” you breathily huff before straddling Eddie’s waist, the groan that escapes him makes your eyes roll back, as you begin to grind down on his growing erection.

“Fuck” Eddie hisses as his hands fall to your waist, now controlling your movements and pulling you in deeper.

“That’s exactly what I intend on doing.” The air gets caught in your throat as a small laugh leaves your lips, your clit catching on rough denim fabric, Eddie swears every time you giggle it’s like an angel gets its wings. It’s sweet and soft, just like you.

You lean in closer, soft plump lips meeting yours in a tangle of tongues, it’s hot and desperate as you are for each other.

Eddie moans into your mouth as your movements get more daring, practically bouncing on his clothed lap. His eyes quickly flicker to your tits as they jiggle with each bounce, it’s clear you’re not wearing a bra, and the idea makes Eddie’s mouth water and his cock stiffen. It feels the hardest it's been since he took a dick in his ass for the very first time. He needs to be inside you and he hopes you're willing to give him that, he’ll do anything for it, at this moment. He feels like a desperate idiot; but he is, he really is so fucking desperate for you.

You immediately notice the way Eddie’s eyes have been trained on the perky slopes of your breasts, with an ever growing smirk you take the hem and hike the shirt up and over your head to be discarded on the red carpet of his van.

“Holy shit!” Eddie practically pants, like a dog who’s out of water.

His decorated hands move up from your hips as they begin to tweak at your nipples, nimble fingers rubbing over the double balled jewelry that sits on each hardened peak.

“Fuck, such pretty tits!” He groans “and they’re pierced, Jesus.” Eddie was enthralled, absolutely fucking enthralled by you.

You lean down, planting soft kisses to Eddie’s long, beautiful neck, leaving behind remenits of your red lipstick and spit soaked bruises.

“Mmm…” he hums as you suck and bite at a spot under his ear lobe.

“Please, fuck me.” You breathily murmur into his ear, before you lift yourself back up using his pecs as leverage, eyes meeting his as you gauge his reaction to your plea.

“You sure, baby?” He whispers before leaving a sloppy kiss to your jaw.

“I’m so sure, please Eddie.” The way you moan his name as you beg for him creates something feral inside of Eddie, his eyes now glazed over into something dark, his jaw tightens as he grabs two rough handfuls of your ass, that are now exposed while your skirt sits carelessly on your lower back.

His right hand slowly glides up your body and into your hair, quickly tightening his fingers around the strands at the base of your neck.

“You want my cock, princess?” He challenges through his teeth.

“Yes, mmhmm, so bad!” You insist with a shout, having your hair pulled has always made you drip between your legs.

“Then go on.. take my cock out, you cock hungry little slut.” He growls as his fingers wrap tighter around your hair before quickly pulling his hand away, he gives your ass one hard spank before he’s back to grabbing at the meat.

You make quick work of his handcuff belt, unbuttoning and swiftly pulling down the zipper before dipping your thumbs into the waistband of both his boxers and jeans and peeling them off, leaving both garments to sit around the tops of his knees.

The sight you’re met with causes you to gasp, he has to be at least 9 inches, it was red and throbbing, wetness from his precum already saturating the mushroom tip.

“Like what you see, baby?” He brags with a smirk that could make Satan himself shiver.

“You’re so pretty, every part of you.” You admit as you lick your bottom lip, with hunger in your eyes.

Eddie wraps a ringed hand around the base of his cock, vulgarly slapping the air with it,

“Where do you want it, huh sweetheart?” His grunt made more slick pool from your needy cunt.

Showing is better than telling, so you plant your knees between his thighs, bringing your face mere inches from his pulsing hard sex.

“Holy fuck, are you gonna—” his eyes roll back as your tongue glides up the underside of his cock, before wrapping your lips around his tip. “No girl has ever given me head.” He huffs while throwing his head back.

You let go of his cock with a wet pop, “no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” You scrunch your face up in confusion, there’s no way he’s never been treated to some head, that would be a travesty.

“I have, j-just not by a-a women.” He stutters out in embarrassment, as his face flushes a bright red that travels down his neck.

It takes you a second to understand what he means, “oh” was all you said, before shrugging and getting back to work on his tip.

He smiles down at you, pulling all of your hair out of your face and holding it together in a makeshift ponytail as he gently guides your head up and down on him, until you’re taking him deeper, so deep your nose is now brushing against the curly hairs at his base, you swallow his tip down before you begin rapidly moving and twisting your head as if a women possessed.

“Oh my— whoa, fuck baby!” He keens into the stuffy air of the van, “your mouth feels so fucking good!” He begins rapidly pumping his hips up, fucking your throat as spit strings fall to his balls, you reach a hand out and begin massaging them, making him growl in pleasure.

“Okay baby, okay angel please, please stop.” Eddie whimpers as he pulls you off of his cock, the spit on your lips remains connected to Eddie’s tip.

He rubs over the messy swollen flesh with the pad of his thumb, as he hums in satisfaction.

“All fours, now.” He commands before shifting up and onto his knees, you crawl further up the mattress, finally laying your head against the sheets that were now dampened by his back, you arch your ass up while making sure your stomach was equally lowered, the position causing your ass to stick out more for him.

“Good girl.” He praised before giving your ass another harsh slap. “Let’s get these off of you.” Eddie slides your black thong over your butt and down your legs, slowly pulling them off from around your feet.

He throws your panties towards the front of the driver's seat, the black fabric lands perfectly on his dashboard. “M’keepin’ those.” He chuckles.

You’re so lost in desire, that someone could’ve told you Rob Halford himself was out signing autographs and you wouldn’t have bat an eyelash or made any attempts to move.

“Fuck, look at these pretty holes.” Eddie groans while running the tips of his fingers from your clit up towards your asshole. “You like getting all of your holes filled, princess?” He smirks at the way your body reacts to him and how loud you moan at his words.

Your ‘yes’ is muffled by the mattress, Eddie’s having none of it.

SLAP!

“Speak up!” He grumbles, before taking both cheeks roughly in his hands and spreading them.

“Yes! I love it!” Your wail has Eddie’s smirk growing more devilish

“I know you do.” He mocks as his middle finger teases your entrance, he causes your body to writhe and groan in desperation by slipping just the tip of his finger in and out of your aching hole.

Finally after all of his teasing, he slips his full finger inside, pumping in and out at a splitting speed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gasps while resting his head on your backside as he still works you with his finger, finally slipping another one in and scissoring them in an attempt to stretch you out.

He hasn’t even fucked you, yet you’re still an incoherent mess as slobber begins to pool on the sheets below your face.

His head starts to slowly move closer to where you’re spread, you gasp and wiggle when you feel his wet tongue slowly lick over your puckered hole.

“Oh fuck!” You blubber, the action making you clench around Eddie’s fingers.

“Mm, oh you like getting your asshole licked?” He scoffs in a teasing tone “it feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is nod and sob into his cheap cologne smelling sheets.

Slowly slipping his fingers out as he moves in closer, replacing his digits with his throbbing cock.

“You ready, princess?” He surveys as he runs his calloused hands up and down your back, gently rubbing at your soft skin.

“Mmhm, I’m ready.” You consent while lifting your head to get a good look at him as he slides into you.

His tip begins breaching your entrance as your eyes remain locked on each other, you and Eddie’s brows are both furrowed and jaws slack as he pushes in deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” Eddie growls as he continues to stretch you out. If he were to die in this very moment, he would die a happy man, the way your pussy is squeezing and choking him; he’s fucked tight assholes, but never a pussy this tight and he thinks it might be his new favorite thing, the way you get so effortlessly wet and the ridges on your walls that stimulate his cock so sensationally. The weed makes his mind go to some weird places; maybe I found some kind of holy grail pussy? He shakes his head of the weird thoughts beginning to plague his mind.

“Yes, right there!” Your screeching brings him back down to this dimension, making him drive deeper and pound harder into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over until you’re shaking underneath him, knees almost buckling at the intense pleasure that is now conquering your body. His fingers are pressed so deep into the skin of your upper thighs, that you’re positive they’ll be bruised by tomorrow.

“Right there?” Eddie mockingly smirks as he hits it over and over with his tip, “that your spot, baby?”

Your “mmhmm” comes out so whiny and desperate, he knew you were close and so was he but he needed to see you fall apart first.

Eddie quickly brings his thumb up to his lips, the calloused finger dipping into his mouth as he sucks, getting it all nice and wet before you feel it prodding your unused hole, he begins thrusting faster as his digit reaches the second knuckle. “Oh my god, you have the tightest fucking holes.” He sounds so out of breath and fucked out by this point, his loud groans, filthy words and extra finger are making you reach that peak of toe curling completion at a hurdling speed.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you begin to back up into his thrusts, making his cock and finger hit deeper depths.

“Yes, cum for me baby.” He urges as he’s on the precipice of his own high.

“Yes, yes…” you babble as your body tenses, uncontrollably shaking as you come undone, Eddie’s thumb continues to work your asshole, while he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ll probably ever have.

“I-I’m coming baby, fuck!” Eddie shouts before he pulls himself out of your tight heat, hand maniacally working his cock until his warm seed spurts into your stretched out asshole.

“Holy shit!” He groans while his body falls over yours, you both begin to laugh until you hear someone pound their fist on the side of the van.

“Hey, Eddie—” you gasp at the disturbance, eyes going wide when you catch a glance at the metalhead, “the show's about to start man, everyone’s lining up at the door!” The raspy masculine voice calls out again, before you’re left in silence.

You and Eddie begin frantically getting dressed in hopes to get a good spot in line.

Once out into the fresh summer air, Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, “you wanna watch the show with us, princess?” He proposes with a sweet grin, while lighting a cigarette.

You were right, a Judas Priest concert was the perfect place to make new friends.

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celluloidbroomcloset · 4 months

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Reasons why "Calypso's Birthday" is actually really good, actually.

Stede "Lover of Beauty and Total Bitch" Bonnet dedicating an entire room to Ed's plunder because some of the stuff is "really ugly" and he's tired of tripping on it.

The crew spending a day Feng-shui-ing the ship.

Archie's birthday snake story. I swear to God, I know women like Archie and they always come out with the most unhinged shit and I love them.

Jim and Frenchie asking their dads if they can throw a party, then the dads taking the kids shopping.

Stede inventing yet another incredibly effective pop therapy term: "poison into positivity."

The implication that Ed bought Stede both leather trousers and a shirt with an exceptionally low neckline.

Ed gifting two children lots of money and knives.

WEE JOHN'S CALYPSO LOOK.

Izzy "Toxic Masculinity is My Jam" Hands putting on drag and being cheered for it.

Stolen tub filled with rum punch at Pyrate Pryde.

Ed protecting Stede with his entire body.

Fang hiding during the raid to protect his goat.

Black Pete and Lucius's twenty-four-hour sex marathon engagement celebration.

Ned Low being the best villain since fucking Chauncey.

All the bitchiness. Like, just all of it. So much bitchiness.

Stede charming the fuck out of Hellkat Maggie.

Stede taking care of things with his people positive management style, thus spreading worker unionization across the Caribbean.

"WALK."

Ed barely hesitating to go comfort Stede, who badly needs him, because Ed knows Stede better than anyone.

WALL SLAM. WALL SLAM. WALL SLAM. NOD OF CONSENT.

Hottest 2.5 second kiss in TV history.

And Then They Had Really Good Sex.

It's a great episode, c'mon.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd s2 #ned low #calypso's birthday #izzy hands #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #i get that it's a little messy in places and could've been better paced #but it has some fantastic stuff in it #and is very cathartic in so many ways #and it works as a bridge between the relatively lighter episodes and the danger that's looming

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upheavalofmemory · 9 months

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Intuitive PAC: What is your next partner's appearance?

Hi guys! Here is a simpler, intuitive pick a card today about what your next partner's appearance may be.

Now go ahead and pick a pile 💖🎻🪿

Disclaimer; remember that people are very vast & unique, meaning that there's a chance that this reading won't resonate. Just make sure you use discernment and let go what doesn't resonate 💖.

Also, the PAC's intentions was to be for your next partner, but it is possible to ask for your future spouse/there is a possibility they may be your future spouse, but take what resonates as it's different for everyone.

Pile one is the silver & pink tiara, pile two is "baby", pile three is the hello kitty radio, and pile four is a heart.

Pile One

♡ Brown hair and blue eyes.

♡ Somewhat of a shaggy hairstyle. Their hair may touch slightly below the ears (regardless of gender). Might have a blue or teal streak in their hair or previously had one (or will have one in the future).

♡ Baggy clothes, streetwear. Might also have somewhat of an interest in cyberpunk.

♡ May have a unique facial feature (ex: uniquely placed freckles, moles, or skin dis/coloration). Might also have acne marks or scars that you find to be attractive.

♡ I'm seeing paler skin, although darker skin is a possibility. I'm seeing that you find their skin very attractive regardless. Their skin has somewhat of a natural glow. Vitiligo may be in the picture.

♡ Taller, more lanky (regardless of gender).

♡ This is the shortest pile, spirit/the universe/whoever you believe in may not want you to know specifics about this person.

Pile Two

♡ Muscle man. Might have somewhat of an appearance of those strong guys from circuses ? (Unsure of the name, but a very stereotypical, burly & muscular man with a full beard/mustache and tattoo combo).

♡ Might have lengthy hair. Their hair may reach past their hips.

♡ I keep seeing/hearing body hair, they have a lot of it (I'm seeing this regardless of gender. Women may feel more comfortable letting their body hair grow OR may constantly be complaining about it/shaving it. She might shave in some areas and not shave in others (ex: regularly shave her legs, but her arms are unshaved)). Might have something characteristic like sideburns or a unibrow (ladies w a unibrow: btw I love you you're so pretty ily genuinely)

♡ Brown hair or darker colored hair.

♡ This particular person might be Asian, specifically hearing Middle Eastern or South Asia (Pakistan? India?). Also possibly Egypt or North African.

♡ They have medium toned skin. Obviously, the countries listed are a lovely spectrum of skintones and there is not one particular skin tone for one region, but they are more than likely brown versus being white or black.

♡ lovely voice I heard, not particularly a physical characteristic but you'll love their voice.

♡ might have very nice...feet? You'll like their feet, something about them is lovely in a foot model way but also sturdy, or they may have a certain gait or way of walking you find to be attractive.

♡ may smell distinctly of roses or some other flower, like jasmine. A very pungent, beautiful flower that you don't forget (I'm being reminded of night-flowering jasmine, which in my household is known as "lady of the night").

♡ People here are more than likely asking for a woman. If you're trying to find out about a dude, they might have a goatee ?? They may appear to have somewhat more feminine traits; his eyelashes are beautiful holy shit !!!!

♡ lovely, lovely eyes. May be very dark but you almost get lost in them, very beautiful. Or they can be a unique shade of brown or green, you love them regardless.

Pile Three

♡ excellently fashioned. Specifically said. You might really like their fashion taste. Best dressed (being brought to the best dressed game on animal jam, they may model or just have top notch fashion, always on top of trends or may wear things that are classy, chic).

♡ may be genetically French. Not seeing them being from France (obviously if you are in Europe this is more likely, take what resonates), but a similar appearance to Pile One's person.

♡ stronger, square jawline.

♡ I'm being brought to an image of some tiktoker, but his female version for videos? She usually has freckles from the filter & longer brown hair.

♡ might dress in blue a lot or blue is their favorite color.

♡ pale af. Nothing wrong with pale people but they're pale lol. Whatever you consider pale is them.

♡ might be well off, as seen with the first choice, might come from old money OR they might be a tiktoker and making bank (infinite money glitch was the exact phrasing).

♡ might look very good in gold jewelry, they dont think silver isn't really their color BUT I'm seeing that they probably have a cool/green/blue undertone.

♡ very nice nails, regardless of gender they always look very nice.

♡ might be tall, 6'0-6'4

Pile Four

♡ darker skin, brown locs

♡ might have colorful extensions, you'll find their hair style very beautiful and unique, "fresh"

♡ lemony fresh, might have somewhat of a fresh & clean feel to their essence and appearance

♡ bluish brown vest, might like wearing vests or layering their clothes. Somewhat of an academia look.

♡ might wear glasses or might have contacts, might change out the color occasionally just for fun.

♡ might own a pair of pink contacts

♡ aura is very friendly and "fruitful", they have a really nice aura to them that shines in their physical appearance.

♡ skin, nice skin.

♡ has very nice teeth, they might be eerily perfect. Whatever you consider to be nice or perfect teeth for a partner is what they'll have.

♡ if you've been manifesting or trying to script a perfect partner, they might be the exact replication of your desires.

♡ "fantasia", something important for someone out there.

♡ "ET" (the song), women might somewhat have a similar appearance to Katy Perry, or this person might embody the music video in some way. Fringe & chrome.

♡ high cheekbones with fuller cheeks.

Thank you so much for reading! As usual, feel free to check out my masterpost with more readings, or you can support me by purchasing a reading by clicking here. Thanks for the support, let me know which pile you picked and if it resonated or not :)!

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 9 months

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Your writing is my favorite and it's nice to see Black writers writing for Kny <33 Could you write a NSFW one-shot with Mitsuri x Obanai x Sub! Black Reader? Reader just got her hair done in passion twists and the other two can't stop thinking about pulling her pretty hair as they taking her?

Lustful fantasy

Paring: Mitsuri x Iguro x Black!fem reader

Synopsis: your husband and wife have a new hair pulling kink unlocked then they see your pretty passion twists

Content: Hair pulling, overstimulation, oral (reader receiving), 3some, Dom Mitsuri, Dom Iguro, sub reader, rough sex, full Nelson (look it up lol), accidental creampie, squirting, cum eating, cervix kissing, pussy drunk Iguro and Mitsuri

Word count: 3.2k words

A/n: YOU LIKE MY WRITING!?😝 THANK YOU OMG♡♡ and ikr? I love seeing other black writers on here. Also I wanted to make iguro have a split tounge... but maybe that could be for another fic with him and just y/n? 👀 anyways enjoy this!

"I've arrived. Oh? The master isn't here?" You looked around the room to see the rest of the hashira sat down but no sign of the Master. Your lovers, Mitsuri and Iguro sighed in relief, worried you might've slept in and showed up to the meeting late since they had to leave before you. In your shared home, they knew someone was overdoing your hair, but they didn't expect this hairstyle to take so long in the night.

The master is very strict with the hasira being on time for meetings, and they wouldn't be able to excuse you even if they desperately wanted to, but luckily, you're here now before the master showed up. Before you could walk over to sit with your wife and husband, Mitsuri got up and ran towards you and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Y/n, your hair looks amazing! You look so gorgeous!!!" Mitsuri squeals and kisses your cheek. "Your hair also smells nice. Almost like honey." Mitsuri sniffs your hair, and you giggle from feeling of the tip of her nose poke your scalp. "Thank you, sweetness. The person who did my hair used Shine n Jam," you said and hugged Mitsuri back, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"I will say. Your hair dose look lovely y/n. It's much longer than before. You'll look like Muichiro when you fight demons out there," Shinobu complimented with a faint blush on her cheeks. Muichiro stares at you intensely, trying to remember if your hair was always this long, but it didn't matter. He liked your hair. "Thank you, Shinobu," you said and then smiled at Muichiro, knowing he's admiring your hair.

"Come, let's sit." Your hand rests on Mitsuri's back as you walk over to sit next to iguro in the back. As you sat down, Mitsuri couldn't help but stare at you with a big smile on her face. "Can I touch it?" She asked, almost begging and you chuckle. "I always do" you said and watched her play with your long passion twist in her hand. Shinobu noticed giyuu's eyes staring at your hair as you walked by with it swaying side to side and nudged his arm to encourage to complement you.

Giyuu gulps and opens his mouth to speak. "I dont recall your hair being this long. What hairstyle is it? I think it looks nice." Giyuu said. A loud hissing sound was made by Kaburamaru at giyuus compliment, and giyuu looked away from you, feeling iguros energy. "If you can't even tell what hairstyle y/n has don't compliment her. She doesn't need your praise on her appearance. Only Just Mitsuri and I," Iguro said and glared at giyuu. "Don't you even mention kochi. I like her so she can compliment y/n"

"Oh, come now." You shook your head with a chuckle, knowing Iguro used this chance to be hateful towards Giyuus wholesome compliment. It's no surprise that Iguro is possessive of you and Mitsuri. He just can't help it. Iguro wants to be the only man his women receive compliments from and not from any other man, no matter how pure the compliment is. Especially no from Giyuu.

You rest your head on Iguro's shoulder and look at him with soft eyes to calm him down. Mitsuri also looked at him with puppy eyes, and he eventually turned his head away to stop. You chuckled knowing that's his way of saying sorry when he takes things a bit too far at an inappropriate time.

"These are called passion twits. I added hair to mine to make it this long. Thank you for saying it looks nice, Giyuu." You smiled at Giyuu, and he nods, still keeping his gaze away from you. Iguro rolled his eyes but quickly straightened up once the master and his children walked in.

The meeting had started, and the other hashira became more talkative, including their thoughts and idea. You weren't as talkative like the other hashira. You sit back and observe the conversation until you feel you're ready to add your opinion or disagreements, but as of now, it just felt like a regular meeting.

You listened to the master and the other hashira speak until you felt Iguro touch the ends of your hair since his hand kept brushing past your ass. Your eyes squinted to focus on the meeting. Your eyes looked over at iguro and seen how He's paying attention to the meeting while his hand is somewhere else, distracting you. Iguro leaned closer to you and whispered, "You look beautiful with long hair," he said.

You only hummed in response and kept focus on the master. You knew Mitsuri and Iguro loved your natural hair, they even convince you to show it off all the time but since you got your hair done this long, you can tell they were loving it and being very touchy with you at the most inappropriate time. Mitsuri couldn't help but tug a strand of your hair and watch as your head jerks back. You hide back a groan, but the sound you made was enough for the master to stop speaking.

"Y/n is that you? What's wrong." Kagaya said. Iguro and Mitsuri quickly took their hands off you and put their hands back in their laps. All the hashira turned back to look at you, and you cleared your throat. "Apologies master. There's a pin poking my skin in my uniform." You faked holding your side and fixed your uniform. "Oh my, that's not good. After this meeting, you should get that checked out. I've never heard of a pin being left behind in an unform after it's been made," he said

"Frist time for everything." You chuckle, playing it off, cool, and sighed in relief once the meeting continued. "You're being too playful.." You spoke through your teeth in some annoyance as you whispered to Mitsuri. Although your wife may even be loving and a big sweetheart, she can be a big tease with you. Iguro, on the other hand, can be more playful when he's with you and Mitsuri rather than serious all the time. They knew what they were doing but couldn't help it.

Iguro took a turn at tugging on your hair, and you looked at him with annoyance. It felt like bullying, but it wasn't hard tugs to mess up your pretty hair. It was more sensual. Iguro got hard just imaging how he can tug on his hair as he fucks you from behind and Mitsuri couldn't help but think of how she can pull your hair like how you do to her in bed. Their thoughts were driving them crazy they were definitely going to have fun with you once this meeting is over.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry." Iguro stops you from walking away any further in the house by wrapping his arms around your waist. "I won't pull your hair again. Right, Mitsuri?" Iguro said, and Mitsuri nodded, giving you a kiss on the lips. You roll your eyes. "It's not that... you guys almost got us caught being all touchy, especially at the meeting. I hope you won't do that again," you said with your arms crossed. "I won't, I swear! I'm sorry, baby!" Mitsuri said almost on the verge of tears.

"It's okay," you grinned and looked back at Iguro. "I won't do that again. However, you didn't seek to have a problem with the hair pulling, though.." Iguro said, letting go on your hips and touching your arms. Your uniform is the exact same as tengens, so it made it very easy for iguro to not only touch your arms but also slit his hands into your unform to cup at your boobs. "Well, no... I don't mind it. You two have just always been scared to pull my hair, but clearly, not now," you said in a seductive tone as you felt Iguro grab your tits.

"When was the last time we've had sex together?" Mitsuri said as her hand touched the bottoms on your uniform and began to undo them. As a hashira, you rarely have the time to have any intimacy. Sometimes, Iguro would miss out on the fun if he's out on a mission, and you and Mitsuri are having sex. Sometimes Mitsuri would miss out when it's you and Iguro, and sometimes you'd miss out if it's iguro and Mitsuri having sex without you.

"Too long since we've had sex together," you whispered against her lips and watched as your tits popped out once Mitsuri undose your uniform. "Why? You two wanna pull on my hair that badly?" You teased, followed by a soft moan when iguros fingers slip into your bra. "Do I want you? I couldn't stop thinking about pulling your hair all day," Iguro said and pressed his crotch on your ass to feel how hard he was. "Can we? I know you just got it done, but I couldn't stop thinking about Mitsuri asked as her knee gose between your legs.

"Of course you can," you said. Your hands reach Mitsuri, pushing the front of her uniform aside and watching as her boobs flop out of the opening of her uniform. You pulled Mitsuri closer, having her boobs press agiants yours and then snuck your hand underneath her skirt to play with her pussy through her panties. You start to rub her clit and then grinding your ass back on Iguro.

Mitsuri moaned and let out a small whine once she felt iguros' fingers rub against her nipples since her boobs were pressed agiants yours and iguros fingers were playing with your nipple inside your bra. "The master was right. You should get this uniform looked at. Maybe even a new one," Iguro said and began to rip your pants off your lower half. You gasped once your ripped bottoms fell to the floor, and you were your panties.

"Needy, aren't you?" You look back at Iguro and reach your hand back to his mask to rip it off his face. Iguro chuckles and then gives you a kiss. "Yes. I am. Let's take this to the bedroom, " Iguro said. Mitsuri bends down to pick you up into her arms, and you quickly hold onto her. "Let's go! Hehe" she said, more happy then usual but in reality she couldn't wait to get ride of the seuxal frustration she's been holding back from not having with both her husband and wife in a while.

Once you were in your shared room, you and Mitsuri began to strip down Iguro as he sat at the edge of the bed. Mitsuri kisses Iguro passionately as she takes off the top of his uniform, and you take off the bottom, pulling his pants down to his ankles, and then going back up to kiss his abs, then kissing and sucking lightly on tip through his boxers.

Mitsuri's hand caresses Iguro's pecs and then travels down his musclar body to his abs. Iguro kissed Mitsuri with tounge, moaning in her mouth as you kept teasing his hard cock through his underwear and then reached to grab at Mitsuri's tits. "Iguro~ oh.." Mitsuri pulled away from the kiss and sat pretty as Iguro teased her nipples. "Yes, Mitsuri, what is it, pretty girl?" He asked her and gave her another kiss. "Mhm~ let me go down there with y/n. I have an idea," Mitsuri said.

You stopped teasing Iguro through his underwear and looked up at Mitsuri. "Go ahead. Your ideas are always good in bed, " Iguro said. Mitsuri gets down from the bed and onto the floor next to you. She faces you with her, her body facing you while your body is between Iguros's legs. "What's the new idea?" You asked and then watched as her hand caresses your cheek, then gosee to your hair.

"Fuck.." you whisper as Mitsuri's hand begins to wrap her hand around in your twists, getting a fist full of your hair and then pulling it "instead of you sucking Iguro's cock, how about I help you do it and then let iguro fuck your throat after" Mitsuri said and kisses your cheek "as long as I get to suck it I'll go along with anything you say, Mitsuri" You grinned as you looked at her.

"Good girl," Mitsuri said. You and Mitsuri take each side of Iguros boxers and began to pull it down and watch his cock spring out "just look how hard he is" Mitsuri said and strokes his cock. She leans forward to kiss the tip and looks up at Iguro's flushed face. "Enough teasing... I'll cum from just that" Iguro blushes and brings his hand to your face, pressing his thumb on your bottom lip "Open. Let me feel these pretty lips around my cock" He said and you open your mouth wide enough for him to grab the base of his cock and push it inside your mouth.

Your hands rest on Iguro's inner thighs and you begin to suck his cock freely. Mitsuri and Iguro watch you from different views, taking his cock in your mouth and watching your saliva slobber all over it. "That's it, y/n. Just like that," Iguro's head falls back as a sexual sigh comes out from his throat as you suck him off. "I've never told you this but not only do you look pretty eating pussy, you also look pretty sucking a cock" Mitsuri said, tighting your hair in her grip and begins to bob your head herself on Iguro's cock.

Your eyes shut, your nails dig into Iguro's skin hard, and you breathe through your nose heavily as your mouth takes more of your husband's big cock. Mitsuri kept pulling your hair back and pushing your head down and looked up to see Iguro becoming a moaning mess. He grunts as his hands grip onto the sheets "Keep taking control of y/n. You're making her head, Bob just right," He said. Mitsuri smiles cutely at his praise and begins to make you suck his cock faster, making his tip hit the back of your throat.

You hum loudly around Iguro's cock from Mitsuri's rough movements but you still continue to let her use your head to pleasure Iguro.

"Y/n," Iguro moaned, saying your name in a husky voice. Mitsuri, adjust your head just enough to make you look up at Iguro as she continues to bob your head. "You're doing so good taking my cock but don't you think Mitsuri is left out?" He pants "haa~ rub her pretty clit while I fuck your throat. Make us both cum" Iguro said. Mitsuri let go of your hair and was quickly taken over by Iguro.

"Hmph~" you moan on his cock in response. You looked over at Mitsuri as best as you could and reach your hand past her thighs for your fingers to play with her clit. "Oh gosh, y/n," Mitsuri moaned, scooching closer to you "oh that feels so good," she moans again, this time in your ear. Her moans made your pussy throb, you rub her clit in circles faster to hear her pretty moans in your ear more.

Mitsuri was wet already, and so sesntive. She got caught up with seeing the lovely site of you sucking Iguro off she always forgot how sesntive she is when it's her turn to be pleasured. "Keep going, please keep going," Mitsuri begs, and you didn't stop. Iguro's tip kept hitting the back of your throat as he fucks it and watches as your glossy eyes look up at him, almost rolling to the back of your head. "Fuck... oh fuck. I'm close" a soft whimper escapes his lips and his thrust becoming sloppy as he releases his cum down your throat.

"Y/n... y/n.. y-y/n!" Mitsuri moaned your name repeatedly, grinding herself on your fingers as cums. Her clit throbs on your fingers and her body trembles from her orgasm, she whimpers as you played with her pussy a little more until pulling your hand away. Iguro lossened his grip on your hair, letring it go and watches your long passion twists fall on your back. You pull his cock out of your mouth and gasped for air and sat down fully on the ground, catching your breath.

Mitsuri grabs your chin to make you look at her and smiles. "Thank gosh, we didn't mess up your pretty hair too much," she said and kissed your cheek. You look at her in a haze and smiled "You did such a good job," she said and kissed your lips and kissed you again, holding your face in her hands. "Mhm hmm," you moaned as you kissed her back with tongue, letting her taste what iguro left behind.

"You have to share Mitsuri," Iguro teased. Mitsuri pulled away from the kiss and crawled around, sitting behind you. "I am iguro, but just look at how wet she is." Mitsuri's hands open your thighs and then use her fingers to spread your pussy open in a 'V' shape. "Put your fingers in. Our poor wife's pussy is throbbing, clenching on nothing" Iguro said in tease and Mitsuri giggled as her slender fingers dip inside your wet cunt.

"Mitsuri~" you moaned and your head falls back on her shoulder as she fingers your faster, curling her fingers deep inside preparing you for Iguro to fuck you. "Just listen to how wet you are. I can't wait to taste you while iguro fucks you" She whispers in your ear. Mitsuri fingers you a little longer, just enough for your pussy to open up more then then pulled her fingers out.

"Mitsuri, please. I was just about to cum" you whimpered from your ruined orgasm. "Come here" iguro said and lays down on the bed. "Come on. Be a good girl" Mitsuri said so sweetly but gives your ass a spank. You quickly got up and crawled onto the bed with Mitsuri following behind you.

Once you were inches away from Iguro your eyes fell down to his cock "It's still hard" you mention and kissed iguro as your habd strokes it. He kissed you back, his hand going to your boob and groping it until he pulled back "It's gonna stay hard until I fuck you, or Mitsuri but I know she's the one who wants to have you in this postion" Iguro chuckled.

You rasied your brow in confusion. This postion? You didn't follow, so you turned back to Mitsuri for her to clarify. "Oh, you want to try it now?" She asked Iguro, and he nodded. "Try what?" You asked, and Mitsuri giggled.

"y/n, please let iguro put you in a full Nelson. I want to see you spread out for me while I suck on your clit" Mitsuri smiled as you look at her in shock. "I'm not as flexible as you, Mitsuri.." you said, and your gaze was turned back to Iguro when his fingers gripped onto your chin. "You will be with my help," iguro said, "Now turn around"

You gulped and turned your body around at iguro's request. Or rather his demand. Once you were turned around and sat down, Iguro's hands sneak underneath your thighs, and you look forward to seeing Mitsuri examining your body as Iguro continues.

Iguro slowly lifts up your thighs. You feel his hands slowly reaching the back of your neck as his strong arms grab a hold on your thighs to pull them back. "Iguro!" You said his name in a mixture of a groan and a moan as you felt your thighs stratch back. "Look at that. You underestimated your own flexibility. You're perfect for this position," Iguro purs in your ear.

"You're so right, Iguro.. i love seeing y/n like this" Mitsuri said, looking at your body up exposed to her and seeing how your pussy opened up perfectly. Mitsuri licks her hand, having it fully coated in her saliva, and rubs her hand on your entrance. She then grabs Iguros cock in her hand, stroking his wet cock a few times before pressing his tip againts your wet folds and then letting Iguro push him length inside you.

You moan in relief at just the few inches but also being able to have your pussy clench down on something again. Your pretty tits bounce as Iguro wasted no time, fucking the rest of his length inside you and your pretty tits bouncing as his hips thrusts upwards. He hums in pleasure as your gummy walls suck him in and his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix "how dose it feel y/n? Don't be shy. Let Iguro know," Mitsuri said as she came closer to you and kissed your cheek and then your chin.

"S'good~" your mouth hangs open and your brows knit together as you gasped from his thick cock stretching you out. You let out a quivering moan as Mitsuri moves your long twits to the side and kisses your neck, giving you soft love bites as well as licking your neck and then feeling iguros heavy breaths hit the back of your neck. Iguro wanted to kiss your neck so badly but he bottomed out, his mouth being hung up as well as he let out a series of having breaths and deep moans.

"Oh my god.." you let out a long whine as you felt Iguro so deep inside, feeling his tip hit your cervix and feeling every vain on his cock drag in and out againts your walls. "S'good~ fuck.." you moaned and Mitsuris hands begin to play with your tits. "These nipples are so hard," Mitsuri said, arching her back as she leaned down to suck on a nipple while playing with the others between her slender fingers. "Mitsuri.." You whimper her name, and your thigh shakes in Iguros hold.

"C'mon. Moan for me" Iguro said as he thrusts upwards harder, making you let out a yelp. "Louder, louder... louder. Let anyone outside know how I'm fucking you dumb and how good your taking it" Iguro moaned as his thrusts got faster and more intense as his skin claps againts yours. "Look at that. His tip if poking through your tummy" Mitsuri said and kisses down your body until her lips stop at he bulge in your stomach. "Igurooo~!" You moan his name loudly as you look at Mitsuri and trembles as she kisses your tummy were the bulge is.

Mitsuri gose down further to your clit and gives it a soft lick. "Mitsuri!! Mitsuri- Mitsuri!" Your pussy clenched harder on Iguro's cock, making him groan as your thighs couldn't help try and shut together. Iguros strong arms had a good grip on your thighs. You couldn't shut them, and Mitsuri went in to lick your clit, making you let out a scream-ish moan. "Why are you running from it~" Iguro moaned and bites your eat lob softly.

"M'not... haa~ it's so much~" you sob as you watch Mitsuri's tounge licks your clit and then going down to lick at iguros shaft. She moans as got more of your taste of the white ring around Iguro's cock and grins in satisfaction, getting a taste of you and then sucked on his balls.

"Oh fuck- fuck...fuck..fuck" Iguro grunts, almost growling at the feeling of Mitsuri's mouth suck his balls and began to fuck you senseless, making your body jerk upwards from his brutal thrusts. You continue to let out screams on pleasure. Iguro's tip bullied your cervix repeatedly while hitting the right spots and Mitsuri's tounge going back to your clit.

Mitsuri's mouth opened. Her lips practically capturing your whole pussy in her mouth as she kisses and sucks on your clit while having her hand massage Iguros heavy balls as his cock pounds into you. Mitsuri's free hand gose underneath her as slips two fingers inside herself, moaning on your pussy and getting off to your pleasure.

"M'gonma cum!!" You bit your quivering lip with drool running down the side of your chin as you squirt in Mitsuri's mouth seconds after, screaming in pleasure. Mitsuri shut her eyes as your juices spray out on her face but continues to suck on your clit as she fingers herself faster, enjoying you being overestimated.

Iguro couldn't warn you of his orgasm. He was so caught up in feeling of your wetness and your pussy squeezing him in, it sent him into a haze, almost holding him back from pulling out fully to cum. Instead Iguro holds your shaking thighs, pulling out as much as he could but still came insde your pussy, then pulling out fully letting the rest of his cum shoot on Mitsuri's chest.

Iguro holds you as you both calm down with heavy breaths, leaving your lips. "You're lucky... I took my pills" you sigh as your head falls back as you felt his cum leak out of you. "I don't know. I think you'll look pretty with a baby in you." Iguro let out a dry chuckled and rubbed your stomach. Mitsuri did as well and licked your cum off her lips and then touched her chest dipping her fingers in Iguro's cum "sometimes I wish I could get you pregnant" Mitsuri said and licked her fingers.

"Mitsuri, stop" You grinned, bitting your lip as your pussy throbbed at her comment. Iguro, let's go and then shift your body to the side, off of him and onto the bed. Mitsuri giggles and then lays on top of you, wrapping her arms around your neck. "Don't sleep yet, ok? We have to take a bath, and then I can give you your gift, " she said and kissed your cheek.

"Gift?" You asked while rubbing her back. "Mitsuri learned how to make bonnets since you said it'd be nice if we wore bonnets with you to sleep... all three of them are pink," Iguro said as he put his arm around you, laying next to you. "IGURO!" Mitsuri whined."I wanted to tell y/n. How cruel, " She said, and you laughed at her. "Thank you, baby." You kissed her forehead and then looked at Iguro. "Stop teasing her. She's too sweet for that"

"But you do it all the time," Iguro said, smiled and leaned in to kiss you. "And I'm sorry. Just wanted to be silly," He said to Mitsuri and kissed her. "Your body is ok, right?" Iguro asked while his other hand rubs your thigh. "I'm not. I'll be sore tomorrow, but every hashira feels that way. So no difference there," you laughed, and so did they as the three of you laid in the bed for a little longer.

"By the way... Kaburamaru was watching the whole time.." you said and looked at the traumatized snake sitting at the corner of the room. "Oh.... come here, little Kaburamaru. Pspspps" Mitsuri tried to call for the snake. "I didn't even know he was there. I thought he was around my neck the whole time," Iguro said.

"....darling. next time put the snake somewhere eles when we have sex"

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"Your Neighbors a vampire."

Choso X Reader

You get stuck in an elevator with Choso.

Warnings : A curse word. Implied suggestive themes. Mentions of blood. Enclosed in an unstable dark space.

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“Oh no no no no no.” You mumbled to yourself as you ran down the hallway passing numerous apartment doors. The clacking of your heels against the high gloss marble floor filling and bouncing off the archways of the corridors as you passed them. You weren’t going to make it as you watched the aged ornate gold elevator doors begin to beep while it slowly closed.

“Please! Wait!” You begged to whoever was already inside.

At the final moment a black boot stepped out, allowing you entry.

You exhaled in relief as you quickly stepped inside clutching your purse tightly and scanning the person waiting inside. Your eyes, for the first time setting on the brightest set of purple colored eyes you’ve ever seen. An immediate tell that this man was no ordinary human man. His black unruly hair falling slightly over those eyes and a unique mark crossing over the bridge of his nose. He smirked at you, his cocky side grin making you clench your jaw. But you already know who he is. It was non other than your handsome neighbor Choso.

You offer a weak smile to the tall elusive male, who looked not much older than you and quickly face forward staring at the large panel of buttons. You eyed the glowing buttons quickly before finding the one that takes you to the lobby. Pressing it impatiently hoping you’d get there faster. You realized your button was the only one that’d been pressed.

You coughed softly and turned to him. “Which floor?”

“Lobby’s fine, thank you doll.” Choso answered slowly, a undertone hiding in his voice that makes your skin crawl. It’s just like what you’ve heard about those who are beautiful creatures, even their voices are made to lure you.

You curtly nod. As the sound of his voice rings in your ears repeating the word over and over again. Doll...Doll...DOLL.

You shouldn’t be surprised with how naturally charming he already is from just a short interaction. You assume it’s how he managed to hold a rotation of the seemingly same women you could hear moaning his name in the dead of night while you tried your best to fall asleep. You could practically blame the guy for the amount of times you nearly woke up late from the lack of rest you’d been getting.

An awkward silence seemed to settle over the both of you as the elevator whirred it’s way down. You tapped your foot growing more and more impatient with each passing moment.

“Come on stupid old elevator.” You muttered as you pressed the lobby button several times over and over and over again. “Go faster.” You said as you saw the antique dial above the doors slowly move indicating you were barely passing the thirteenth floor.

Choso snickered behind you. Interrupting your thoughts.

“What?” You ask raising a brow.

“My apologies for being in here.”

You seem taken aback by that. But you realize what your impatience must look like. Being mistaken for fear or disgust of his kind. But it’s October, this is his month to be out without any fears. He has the right to be out just as any other person.

“I’m not scared of you, I’m just running late to work.” Thanks again to you. You can't help but to think. You go back to pressing the button. “Come. On.”

“I don’t think you can make it go faster.” Amusement from his tone making you roll your eyes.

“I know that!” You turned back to the button panel quickly ignoring him. “Hurry. Up!” You said as you jammed your finger into the lobby button, holding it down hard as it beeped endlessly.

Suddenly all the lights on the panel lit up brightly then began to flicker violently. You quickly let go but it didn’t stop the endless beep just as the antique chandelier above you slowly dimmed out and the elevator came to a loud screeching halt making the ground shift beneath your feet. You felt your stomach drop. As the silence settled.

“What the hell did you just do?” Choso asked.

“N-nothing! I didn’t do anything!” You stared back at him like a deer in headlights and taking a quick step away from the panel of buttons.

“I told you it wouldn’t go faster.” He said crossing his arms.

“I- I know! But I didn’t think it’d kill itself! I was just smashing a button!”

Choso narrowed his eyes at you. “Say that again but slower.”

You scoffed. "Whatever-"

The elevator interrupted your quarrel ringing out a loud sound of what you could only describe as engine failure.

You exhaled sharply, “Oh shit.” Sounding utterly terrified. Shifting your eyes around you to try to take in your surroundings with what little detail you could make out in the almost darkness.

“So...uhhh do you have any special powers?” You ask him as you look around for an escape feeling the sides of the elevator walls.

“Ahh so you wanna get to know me?” He asked grinning at you. From what you could tell.

You grimaced at him and snickered. “Tch No! I’m asking if it’ll help us get out of here.”

“Relax, I know that.” He leaned against the wall and held out his hand, palm up as you watched blood appear from seemingly nothing and causing a red glow to illuminate the elevator. At that you shrieked and slapped the odd floating blood away, splatting across the wall.

“What the hell!” Choso complained “You asked!” He growled baring his fangs at you.

“Conjuring yourself some blood isn’t gonna get us both out of here!” You argued, not backing down from his sudden outburst.

He exhales in annoyance. “Yah whatever. So not very helpful in this situation.” He looked at the ground. “What about you?” He asked.

You looked up at him before shifting your eyes away. “Ummmm I’m just a human, nothing supernatural.”

“So, your essentially a warmed up blood bag?” He asks.

“A what?” Is all you can respond with at this point as you puff out your cheeks as he laughs at you.

“I’m completely joking with you.” He says through his laughter.

"Well, im not warm now." You complain as you rub your arms a bit, realizing you forgot your sweater in your apartment. You wait a few beats before you speak again. “You are a vampire, yes?”

You think you see his jaw tense before he answers you. “Fledgling vampire. But yes, I am a vampire.”

He sees your expression surprisingly brighten at hearing that, which confuses him. It’s typically not the normal reaction he gets from humans.

You’ve never actually met a vampire or a fledgling, but they say fledgling vampires have much more restraint, and they can walk in the daytime. “Who turned you? Wait, how old are you?” You can't help but to ask. When you were younger, you had dreamed of one day being one. But here you are, still a human.

“You ask a lot of questions. And that’s incredibly personal.” He simply answers while pulling out his phone from inside his sweater pocket, eyeing it as the screen lights up his features. He holds it above his head before giving up. “Fuck. No service.” He sighs.

You suck in your breath sharply before digging yours out of your purse.

“Ha! Mines got service!”

“Great call the fire squ...-“ The vampire deadpans at you. Seeing you’re not calling anyone.

“What are you doing?” He asks, thoroughly confused.

“I’m not gonna get fired if I don’t die.” You quip as your fingers tap quickly on your screen. Choso watches in disbelief as you text what he assumes is your boss.

You roll your eyes at Gojo’s text.

“Okay, let me just...” You begin to say as you dial the emergency number holding it up to your ear.

All you get is silence. “What the heck.” You breathe as you check your phone. Realizing it died. You gasp in horror and look up at Choso apologetically.

He shakes his head at you in utter disbelief. The buns in his hair shaking.

“Y- You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You know you have your priorities backwards, you must know that, right?” He says throwing his hands up in defeat as he laughs at the ridiculousness.

You let your back press up against the cold elevator wall. Banging your head lightly a couple times. “What do we do now?” You ask.

Choso pushes himself off his side of the elevator and walks the small distance to you. Leaning next to you. A bit too close for your comfort. “Wait. I guess...Shouldn’t be long before someone notices.” He shrugs his shoulders. His voice suddenly coming off too casual for the situation you are both in.

You groan and let your eyes close a moment. Your other senses taking over. His coldness was radiating off him and freezing your left side without him even touching you. You suspect it’s due to him being a vampire.

Choso is the first to break the silence between you. “I’m Choso, I live in 103.”

“Yah I know.” You respond a little too quickly.

“You do?” He says, letting his crooked smirk spread on his face.

“Yeah...I live in 102”

“You’re kidding...You’re 102?” Not hiding the shock in his voice he runs his hand through his unruly black hair. As he looks you up and down.

Your feelings betray you, slightly offended that he doesn’t already know who you are. Your curiosity piques as to why he seems so shocked.

“Y-yah? What of it?” You ask, feeling betrayed by your own wavering voice.

“Ohhhh nothing.” Choso teases, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“What do you mean nothing?” You cross your arms and drop the side of your hip.

He chuckles softly at your panicked tone. “Don’t worry about it doll.” Smiling, more to himself than you as he can finally put a face to the sound of your voice. Always reading out loud in the early hours of your weekend in your room adjacent to his. Or the way you get excited and yell while you’re playing one of your video games or when you’re singing while you shower. He cursed his hearing sensitivity. But he couldn’t deny that he found himself enjoying those mornings more and more when your voice would lull him awake through the thin wall. He should’ve been annoyed by it. In any other case he would be, but your voice was far too sweet and he had a sense that you had some depth to you. Unlike his usual blood bag he’d sink his teeth into.

He was happy to discover your face matched the sound of your voice.

You feel a warmness spreading across your cheeks and are happy for once that it’s too dim for him to tell.

Unbeknownst to you he can tell. He can sense the heat as it slowly spreads from the apples of your cheeks down to your chest. Just as easy as it is for him to sense the shivers going down your spine and up your arms.

Cute. He thinks.

“Whatever, it can’t be worse than what I know about you.” You say, a tinge of annoyance in your words.

“And what DO you know about me?” He asks, leaning closer to your face. You slide yourself away from him in an exaggerated manner. Implying heavily that you want him to keep his distance though he doesn’t get the hint. Or maybe he does but is enjoying messing with you. He scoots closer, this time, his shoulder pressed against yours, letting his coldness radiate into your side. The intense chill surprises you just as he is surprised with an unexpected thumping in his chest, quickening with excitement.

“Can’t hear you little one...” He drawls, his voice sounding an octave lower.

You almost want to lean closer to him but you don’t want to let him get the best of you. You slide away again being stopped by the corner of the elevator. Choso shoots a mischievous grin as he traps you in the corner. Placing his hands on either side of your face, caging you in. You pick up on the sweet smell of his addicting cologne filling your senses. He gently places his knee in between your thighs, against your will you release a soft, pathetic whimper.

Choso’s eyes widen at your sound as he leans closer to you. The sound instantly making him see you as the delicious prey that he believes you to be. “What was that hmm?” His cold minty breath fanning your face.

You want to bury yourself further into the metal wall of the elevator and hide. Unable to look away from his dilated dark eyes. Fully aware of his thigh pressing more firmly into you.

You forcefully slide down and scoot out of his arms before he could act on his vampiric desires. Finally free and stepping away from him you distract yourself by smoothing out the linen fabric of your black blouse and skirt. You clear your throat trying to gain some confidence in your voice.

“Oh you know, just that you rotate the same 3 girls. You have your Monday, your Thursday and your Friday girl. The Monday one is surprisingly quiet though.” You say flicking your hair as if uninterested.

Choso furrows his brows at you. “Well I do leave them all satisfied, they enjoy themselves as much as I do, in case you had any doubts...they all express it as best they can while I’m f-“

“OKAY!! JEEEZUUUHH!! I get it!” You say covering his mouth with your hands to get him to stop talking. “I don’t really want to hear the details.”

He speaks into the palms of your hands still covering his mouth. Voice muffled, the vibrations tickling your skin and sending shivers up your arms. You instantly pull your hands away. “Huh? What’d you say?” You ask.

“I said that if you’re so curious, I can show you.” He says so confidently.

At that, your face flushes a deep crimson red. So dark, Choso could see it clear as day.

“Don’t flatter yourself Choso. That’s not something I’d jump right into with you.” You say feeling proud of your confident voice. And he believes that full heartedly.

“If you insist, but the beating of your heart tells me something entirely different.” He says slowly.

“We won’t. Theirs nothing TO see. When we get out of here we’ll just go back to the way it was before.” You exclaim, crossing your arms for added effect.

Suddenly as if the universe is against you, the elevators weight shifts drastically. You can feel it shake violently beneath you. The sound of wires and bolts snapping and screeching.

You let out a high-pitched shriek unlike anything Choso has ever heard before, and against your better judgment, you jump right into his broad arms. Hugging him with all the force you could muster, burying your face into his cold chest. Your lips graze the pale skin of his hard chest. His arm instinctively wraps around you, caressing you while trying to relax your trembling form. His other hand running through your scalp tenderly. Your heart was now hammering out of pure fear, and yet here you were seeking comfort in his arms.

“You were saying?” His voice, sounding smooth like honey in your ear.

You go to pull yourself away but are yanked suddenly back into him. “Ahh!” You yelp.

A chunk of your hair managed to somehow get stuck in the buttons of his sweater, causing you to lose your balance and dragging him down with you till you were flat on your back. As you try to look up from your new position on the ground, you're surprised to hear Choso chuckling softly. His legs straddling you. Your hair covering your face as it’s still entwined to Choso. You tried fidgeting around underneath him, unable to wiggle yourself away.

“Stop moving.” Choso ordered you with slight command in his voice. His voice sounding a bit more gruff than he intended, but he smirked when you listened. He could hear your quick panting breath. As he sat over you, his hips hovering above your waist. He worked your hair gently out of his buttons. Pulling the last piece away. He smooth’s your hair away from your face, enjoying the embarrassed look on you.

But now that you’re separated, neither one of you has the strength to want to move, staring deeply into each other. Taking in the small details of the others face. Choso couldn’t help but feel warmly for you. Neither of you pulling away even though nothing held you two together. You felt the pull to him deep within, not sure if it was all you or if it was him luring you like prey. You didn’t seem to care though. Not in that moment. Slowly, your faces unconsciously inched closer to each other until you felt the brush of his soft hair on your forehead. Noses finally gently touched. Following your instincts to just give in for once in your life you tilted your head, giving him access to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, waiting.

And for once he hesitated, his gaze eyeing the pulse of your neck. Salivating at the mouth as he could almost taste you from just your delicious scent. You’re eyes gently closed and your breath even and calm. It was all you. He hadn’t done anything yet to make you submissive to his needs. You certainly were a surprise to him.

Beams from flashlights shined through the cracks of the elevator doors. Slightly illuminating the small elevator. Causing Choso to look up, away from you.

“Y/N! You in there?!”

At the sound of your name being called you push yourself out of Choso’s hold and quickly crawl. You press your face up to the tiny gap in the center of the double doors banging on it with your open palms.

“I’m in here!!! Me and Choso!! Get us out PLEASE!!” You cry out.

You hear the familiar voice on the other side answer back.

“Step back for me, I don’t want that pretty face of yours getting dirty.”

“I swear on your life Gojo.” You mutter, standing up. Missing the way Choso raised a curious brow at the interaction.

You step backward to the furthest wall.

“Hey Choso! Can you cover Y/N?”

“On it.” Choso grabs your wrist and pulling you into the corner of the elevator, placing his sweater around your shoulders and quickly covering you completely with his own body at an inhuman speed.

You hear the deafening sound of metal being torn and dismantled as the doors get torn off. Choso releases you and the sudden light nearly blinds you both. And you swear you heard Choso hiss. You blink slowly adjusting to the new brightness as a dark blurry figure grabs you and pulls you out quickly.

“You okay?” Gojo asks as he checks you over, lifting your arms inspecting them carefully and then spinning you around before feeling satisfied at no visible harm being done to you. Then quickly pulling you into an embrace.

“Y-yah I’m okay Gojo.” Your warm breath heats his chest.

A voice interrupts beside you.

“You know you didn’t HAVE to destroy the elevator?” One of Gojo’s students says holding up his bag of equipment.

Gojo shrugs his shoulders carelessly. His arms still wrapped around you. “It was more fun this way.” He turns his attention back down to you. Finally letting you go. “As MY personal assistant, I didn’t think you’d be so foolish.” He says, flicking your forehead.

“Ouch! What the heck is that for?” You ask rubbing your head.

“You didn’t bother calling anyone for help. I checked. And then your phone kept sending me to voicemail. Did it die or something?” He asks accusingly while crossing his arms as he stairs down at you through his blindfold.

“Uhh maybe... I didn’t want you to fire me if I survived! I mean, you know I don’t think straight while under pressure...Plus you came, so I think it worked itself out. Right?” You direct your question to Choso, who spares you a half laugh.

“I guess you could say it worked out just fine doll.” He answers back, using the pet name on purpose.

Gojo looks Choso up and down once before speaking. “How come you didn’t blow the doors out yourself, Choso? You know you could have done it. Saved the day, get the girl.” He asks while inspecting a lock of your hair between his thumb and index finger.

Choso smiles, his fangs glistening in the light unable to hide the thrill in his voice. “It was much more fun this way Satoru. You know I like it when they’re scared. Can’t help myself. Besides, I don't need to pretend to be a hero to get a girl."

Your jaw drops.

“As much as I’d love to play some more, I do have somewhere I need to be. I am getting rather hungry...” Choso says, excusing himself as he waves Gojo off lazily, making the sorcerer scowl at the audacity of being dismissed so offhandedly.

Choso calls out to you over his shoulder before disappearing down the stairs.

“See you around Y/N.” And he seriously hopes he does.

You don’t respond. Having just spent all of your energy and adrenaline making you feel like you’ve been hit by a bus.

Being the nice boss that he can be, Gojo let you take the rest of the day off.

But only because he says he has no meetings for you to take notes for him so he doesn’t have to pay attention.

And since it was Friday you found yourself with a surprise three day weekend. Not even bothering with going out tonight. Falling fast asleep when Gojo tossed you onto your fluffy bed before leaving.

Your dreams replayed the events of the whole morning. His beautiful face, the feel and coolness of his skin, his alluring scent. His dark voice. The excitement. You dreamt of what your future with your mysterious vampire neighbor might hold. All the while, still wrapped in his intoxicating smelling sweater.

Dead asleep you missed the fact that Choso didn’t answer the door to his Friday night visitor. Pretending he wasn’t home until she stopped knocking. You had left an impression on him, stealing his attention. With new feelings he didn’t know he could still have.

He laid in his bed on the other side of the thin wall, adjacent to yours staring up the ceiling. For a long while just listening to the sound of your breathing.

Until finally he reached up to the wall behind him and knocking twice gently. Holding a breath that didn’t need to be held as he waited. Hoping that you’d reach out to him as well.

Knock knock knock.

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ part 1: Moving back to a capital city seemed exciting enough but it also brings competition in your field. You work hard to provide for you and your nephew but business is harsh and your rival, Wooyoung seems to be having a streak of good luck. Wooyoung’s streak was not your only problem as you find yourself bumping into strange a man at the club, you have a feeling it is not the last time you’ll be seeing him either.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Female Pronouns Conwoman reader! x Conman Wooyoung! Enemies to Lovers. Angst. Fluff. Smut.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+ smut themes in the future parts. Mentions of drug abuse. Abusive parenting. Violence. Bi? Wooyoung? Stalking. Slowburn!. Conning? More to be added... This is fiction and does not represent the real idol.

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PART 2

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The night club was jam packed this Saturday night. You recognize some charting rap song blasting through the bass-boosted speakers, blurring out the sounds of people around you. The clubs in the central area had no motivation in making a good mix for the night, rather re-using anything that could be considered loud and sexual enough.

At least the bass is alright here you thought as your eyes scan over the crowded dance floor from a balcony on the second floor. Some nights you felt like a hawk hunting for prey. Your eyes had been trained to see through the sharp strobing lights which helped you speed things up.

There were often times you wondered what name to put to your career. Some people from your past would scream conwoman…

Your eyes scan the gray and black newspaper as a small smirk spreads over your lips.

“Young woman conned man out of half a million dollars, read page five”

You quickly flip the light pages of the newspaper before landing on the page where you were met with the pathetic face of the said man. Asshole, he was the one who offered you the money anyway. That job was way too easy. He only went crying about being conned after his poor wife had received the anonymous message from you to her phone;

Anonymous: This is how much your husband loves you *image*.

You admit, that move was a little too asshole-ish even for you. Usually you would keep out of your target’s private life but it was simply sweet karma after hearing the bastard speak degradingly of his wife who had fallen ill and been hospitalized. The audacity men have. Damn you could even say you took some pity on her. That’s how you justified sending the video of him on his knees in front of you, worshiping you as if you are some greek goddess.

Anytime now…you thought and the loud chime of your phone ran through the luxurious hotel room just a few seconds later. You smirk and reach over to answer.

“Hey there sweetheart” you tease, holding the phone up to your ear as your eyes wander over the artwork hanging on the walls in the room. Many of them portrayed naked lovers, making you roll your eyes at the stereotypical art. You don’t even flinch as a loud voice curses you on the other side.

“I will kill you, you fucking bitch. You ruined my marriage- my career! I trusted a fucking conwoman” the older man that had so unfourtnarely been your previous target, curses in disbelief.

The words didn’t affect you anymore, hell you were in the luxurious hotel room thanks to his money to begin with, he could curse you all he wanted.

“Well, learn not to fuck women other than your wife, though I doubt she will let you near her again” you replied with a dry chukle, hanging up to block the number. Time to change phones…

Other times people recognized you simply as a tactful business woman who occasionally used men for money. You usually prefer this title anyway.

LUX, which was the name of the club you had settled on for tonight, was one of your favorites. It has beautiful architecture with many well-built bars spanning over three different levels, but that was not why you liked it so much. Neither did you really care about the club’s entertainment which consisted of half-naked girls dancing on poles spread around the first floor.

The reason LUX was your favorite was rather obvious. Anybody who entered, either had straight connections to the owner or was packed with millions. Both of those options ultimately meant that most men in attendance could give you what you were looking for; money.

Hongjoong, the owner of the place, allowed you to do business in the club in exchange for a friendly percentage. While you normally shrink away at the idea of sharing your profits, you have to remind yourself that without him you wouldn't even have access to a place like LUX.

After what felt like hours, you spot a man sitting alone on a bar stool on the first floor. White button down shirt, a golden watch on his left wrist that reflected off the strobing lights and a half empty drink. Perfect.

Time to act. You make your way down the spiraling staircase that connects the three floors at LUX. You feel the blood being squeezed out of your feet thanks to the tight high heels you wore. They were at least a size too small, but you were determined to show off the fancy brand in hopes of catching attention. You suck it up and soften your mischievous expression into a softer, more innocent look. Men and their pathetic instinct to act as protective heroes.

You make your way over to the first-floor bar, not too close to the target you had picked out. Only a few seats were taken by the counter, most people having found a dance partner for tonight.

It was obvious when people turned their heads as you walked past and you had to keep yourself from smirking at the fact. At least with the act you were putting on.

You lean over the bar right to the side of the man who was sitting by himself, looking around as if trying to look for the bartender who was not present. Sighing dramatically, you look over at the man only to find he had acknowledged your presence.

With pouty lips and knitted eyebrows you wait for him to give you a friendly smile before moving closer.

“Excuse me, would you happen to have a phone charger? My friend left me here on my own and my phone has run out of battery” you offer a crooked smile, hoping he’d fall right in your trap.

Up-close, your target looked to be in his late thirties. This category was either a hit or miss. Some were too aware of your antics from earlier experiences, some totally oblivious.

The man ran a hand through his slicked back, brown hair, dimples popping as he smiled and leaned closer to yell over the blasting music.

“I don’t, but you could borrow my phone?” he suggested and you rolled your eyes in your head. You were rather impatient tonight, your last payment had been longer than two months ago and your savings account was drying out.

“Oh, I can’t remember the number though and she has my purse too- oh lord how will I get home?” You sound alarmed, acting panicked as you start glancing around the room, fingers intertwining as you fiddle in front or your victim who frowned with worry.

“Look dear, maybe I could just call you a taxi back home? And tomorrow you could meet up with your friend?” The stranger suggests. His intentions were nice for sure, but he didn’t seem to glance down at your red dress even once since you approached him.

“Would you do that? You are-” you begin with an innocent smile before somebody steps closer to you, shifting to stand between you and the stranger.

“-I’m back. Ready to go, pretty?” the voice makes you freeze. You clench your jaw to keep composure and not lose your shit in front of the whole club. The voice laced with honey belonged to someone you were more than familiar with.

You look up and lock eyes with him. Jung Wooyoung.

Wooyoung, who’s jet black hair now was dyed a shade of platinum blonde, looks down at you with his plump lips lifted into a signature smirk. He was well aware of what he had just done, and undoubtedly took great pride in interrupting your attempts at his target.

You offer him a tight-lipped smile, lacing it with spite that you were certain he could feel even if telepathy wasn’t a thing.

The man to your side stands up from his seat and smiles shyly, looking down at you as he hovers tall.

Pick somebody your height, asshole, you mutter in your head, wishing that Wooyoung would somehow hear it.

“I am afraid I have to leave, good luck getting home darling” the man comments politely as Wooyoung wraps an arm around the man’s waist. The men walk off towards the staircase and you could only imagine Wooyoung had the third floor full of private VIP rooms in mind.

Before disappearing out of your sight, Wooyoung glances over his shoulder at you with a mischievous smirk, shooting you a wink. You cock an eyebrow at him before flipping him off, middle finger adorned by the diamond your last target had been fooled into buying. It was always a game of show off between people who did what you did. And Wooyoung was one undoubtedly one of the best, to your dismay.

You take a seat on the barstool, slouching over as you decide to give up for the night. Truth be told, you were getting tired of this business. Having sleazy and naive men give you money was one thing, but entertaining them had slowly been eating away at your nerves and patience over the past year.

While the benefits of a successful job looked extravagant to anybody on the outside, the endless nights of guilt and feeling dirty after a job was not something one can ever be prepared for.

“The usual, bullet?” the bartender snaps you out of your thoughts by calling your nickname. You made sure that nobody ever found out your true identity. Switching names, ID’s and phones often to ensure the feds always were a step behind you.

You smile bitterly at the bartender and nod. It was alright, you thought. The weekend wasn’t over just yet.

The following night you are bending closer to the mirror as you trace the tip of a red lipstick over your lips as a finishing touch for tonight’s look. You made sure to switch up dresses, not wanting to risk being seen in the previous night’s outfit. The high heels from yesterday were switched for chunkier thigh-high boots, which complimented your black dress.

The dress in question was what one could call a lucky charm. You have been able to secure many deals whenever wearing it, hence why you created the belief that it would somehow make you luckier and keep you safe. Whatever the science behind such beliefs was, you just needed something to keep adding fuel to your hopes for the night. Tonight was Sunday, the last day of the weekend and your last chance of the week to secure a deal that would ensure stability for the upcoming future.

Honestly, you did not really give a shit about how you’d end up surviving a month without a deal. You could crash at an acquaintance's place. Or get some quick cash by selling a designer bag or two. But as your eyes meet a pair of soft, brown ones staring right at you through the full-body mirror, you are suddenly reminded of the reason why you keep trying.

You turn around, eyes landing on the young boy sitting at the edge of the hotel-room bed. The child was watching you get ready in silence, never interrupting or questioning what for.

“Y/n, do you really have to leave tonight too?” Jisung mumbles, looking down at his chubby fingers as they impatiently roll and fiddle over one another. You stay silent, gaze shifting to notice how he was growing nervous by the way his feet swung and hit the edge of the bed or the way his lips twisted outwards into a pout.

With a sigh, you take a seat beside him on the soft bed. Your hand reaches to grab his smaller one, squeezing it in reassurance. Although Jisung had just turned six, he was a lot smarter than most kids his age. He knew that the life you both lived was not ideal and he was humble and never took things for granted when you managed to bring in a lot of money.

You remembered how tiny he was when your sister first brought him over. She had taken something again, you weren’t sure what but her addiction seemed to grow stronger. The excuses of being busy or tired and needing help taking care of her only son, Jisung, only rolled in as soon as she had gotten a glance of you being responsible enough to take care of him. You were barely an adult when that happened, having to take care of a child throughout your late teens was not something you desired either. Shivers still run down your spine when you remember the night Jisung was to move in with you.

“Auntie? Can you please come get me? Mommy is scaring me” a tiny, familiar voice whispers. You were barely awake, eyes stinging as you lifted your phone from your ear, the bright screen blinding your sleepy eyes. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming still, your body engulfed by the warm and heavy blanket in your bed.

“H-hello?” Jisung whispered again and you finally realized that it was no dream. You were on a call.

You glance over to your night stand, the time reading 1:22AM and you wonder why Jisung was awake at such a time. And most importantly, how did he manage to call you using your sister’s phone?

“Hey buddy, what happened? What is mommy doing?” you ask gently, trying to mask your scratchy morning voice to not scare him further. Truth be told, as soon as the words “mommy” left his lips you could guess what this would be about, but you surely were not prepared for it to be as severe as it ended up being.

“Mommy is- mommy said she has to free me. She said I could meet daddy in heaven if I let her” he whispers, as if the call to you was a secret. As if he was hiding. “-And I wanna see daddy but mommy has a knife and I remember auntie said I can’t touch a knife” although he stumbled over his words and grammar, you did not need any clarification. You sit up in bed, throwing the covers off your body with such force that they end up on the floor. Never in your life had your heart dropped through your whole body so fast and ended down at your heels. It was as if a shock wave went through your body, sliding a heavy brick over your chest until you couldn't breathe properly. She had really gone insane now.

“Listen to auntie, baby. Where are you right now?” you ask as you reach for any clothing that could cover your body, never even sparing the pieces of fabric a glance as you rush to pull them onto your body.

“The toilet-” he mumbles but his voice is cut off by a gasp as you hear noises over the phone. Loud thuds make Jisung cry out and for a second you thought there was no way you would make it in time to see your nephew again.

“Lock the door baby, auntie is on her way, okay? Don’t hang up the phone” you command, leaving your dark bedroom, mind awake but body sloppily moving from exhaustion as you fumble with the stubborn lock to your apartment.

You weren’t sure how to get to your sister’s place. It was a twenty-minute car ride away and at this time no taxis were out by the worn-down neighborhood you had been living in for the time being. That is how you committed your first crime, legally speaking. Your eyes catch the tall street lamps shining straight down onto a row of bicycles, all alined perfectly and strapped to a metal bicycle stand. If that wasn’t a sign from the universe, you weren't sure what was. No guilt was ever felt as your eyes landed on a bicycle with a missing lock. It was way too tall for your body, the seat reaching way past your torso. But you were determined, you had to leave now and it wasn’t like you were stealing because you wanted to. You'd return it as soon as you’d be back, with your nephew.

“Auntie is coming, I’m coming to get you. Don’t open the door until I’m there” you breathe heavily, throwing your phone into the basket attached to the front of the steering handles as your feet push off the uneven ground to gain momentum and get the wheels spinning. You barely reach the pedals when you sit down on the bicycle seat, legs long enough so that your toes could push the pedals and keep rolling down the poorly-lit streets. Your lungs burned as you kept pushing your legs to work the pedals quicker. You could make out some sounds coming from the speaker on your phone as Jisung asked how much longer you’d be.

“Almost there, auntie is almost there baby” you yell, hoping he’d hear you even when harsh wind hit you as you turned and navigated the night to your sister’s house.

“Y/n?” Jisung’s voice cuts in, pushing the flashback back into the depths of your brain. You blink quickly and look over at him, meeting his gaze as he stares right at you with his questioning eyes. Jisung looked a lot like your sister, round shiny eyes and healthy curly hair, both colored by a combination of auburn brown. Yet he was very different from her. He was mature for his age, but also very sensitive and caring. He had experienced things he really shouldn’t have and you sometimes worry about the effects it could have on his future.

“Sorry buddy, I zoned out” you chuckle, playing it off as a goofy smile spread over your lips. You reach up and mess up his curls to get a high-pitched giggle out of him.

“You know that I have to work. But I promise to be back as soon as I can. I'll even bring you a burger” you raise a knowing brow at your nephew who’s lips now part slightly at your promise. Of course he’d be sold at the mention of a burger. You shake your head in disbelief.

“Now tell me the rules one more time” you tell him as you stand up from the bed, grabbing a small crossbody bag to hang it over your shoulder. This was routine every time you went out and left him all by himself. Something nibbles at your heart when you realize just how lonely Jisung must feel while you're gone, but you convince yourself you were doing it with his best interest in mind. And since you were leaving him all alone in a hotel, he may as well learn to stay safe.

“Don’t leave the room. Don’t open the door, even for staff and if they ask why I’m alone, I say my parents are out for dinner. Call you only in emergencies. Call the police in serious danger-” he lists the rules one by one, holding up his chubby fingers to help him hold count. You nod in affirmation. “Well done. Now be good, I will be home before you even know it” you lean over to place a kiss to Jisung’s forehead, stealing one last glance at the boy as he watches you leave with a small pout on his lips.

Sunday’s were not half as busy as Saturdays. The line of people outside was barely stretching down the sidewalk when it usually went all the way around the street. You make your way to the front of the line, never facing the people who vocally complain about you cutting in line.

“Hey Mark, new suit today?” You send the bouncer a charming smile as he recognizes you, nodding with a pleased look.

“New dress today, bullet?” the tall man winks and you roll your eyes playfully, passing by him and into the storm of loud music and people.

Today you decide to change your tactic, moving straight to the bar instead of making your way to a higher ground and picking a target out. You silently thank yourself for wearing boots instead of a tight pair of heels like the previous night.

The music blasting today was rather calmer than yesterday, a mix of RnB and reggaeton setting the mood to your advantage. Before you could take a seat you are suddenly interrupted by a body stepping in front of you. You look up at the man, raising your eyebrows at him before rolling your eyes and stepping aside to move out of his way. Yet the stranger follows, stepping right after you to block your way.

“Move” you say bitterly, wondering what the asshole’s problem was. He didn’t look much older than you and he wasn’t dressed to impress anyway.

“Y/n wasn’t it?” he says and it takes you everything not to react. Nobody in this area should have enough information to even know your name so why was this man in front of you saying it so proudly? You were careful not to expose the way your stomach squeezed for a second.

“Wrong person, buddy. Now move” you roll your eyes and this time push the man away with force to make yourself comfortable at the bar. You don’t turn around to check whether he was still after you. After a tense minute of waiting for something to happen, you sigh in relief. Maybe he had seen you years ago and recognized you but either way, you could not engage with anybody who threatened to expose you to the feds.

The bar was even emptier than yesterday, all people migrated to the dance floor but hey, at least Wooyoung seemed to be missing too, to your luck. He must've been successful with picking the right target yesterday, maybe he would have already left the country and was spending nights on a resort somewhere across the globe.

The bartender brings over a welcome shot of some liquor and you down it almost immediately. Chatting up people at the bar didn’t seem like the right tactic and you once again found yourself changing your plans last second as you stood up to disappear into a crowd of dancing people. The club wasn’t fully packed and you were sure that tonight, you would be able to handle the people around you. You notice the way people move in waves, eyes closed as their bodies sway them side to side to the music which means bodies start bumping and pushing into you the deeper you go. As much as you’d love to give in and just relax for once, you look around to spot any man decent enough to try hitting on.

Recently you have noticed a downfall in targets, downfall in successful deals and overall bad luck in business. You knew larger cities would have other workers of your field, but was it really that bad? People familiar with you named you bullet when you first started conning. You were quick, silent and lethal just like a bullet. But it seems as if your reputation was slowly going downhill as more and more nights left you empty handed or worse, beaten to a target by Wooyoung. You didn’t even notice when he had moved cities, started going to the same hunting places as you and now even stealing your targets right in front of you.

Back where you started, everybody had their own place to perform business at, always resulting in getting at least one successful deal a month. But it seems the capitals have no rules. Whoever reaches first, keeps the target.

You lose track of time as the bass of the music travels through your body with a buzz, successfully throwing your concentration off course as you give in and sway to the enchanting music. Whatever happens tonight, you were not going to beat yourself up for not getting a deal, yet another week in a row. It feels good to not have to worry, but you have gotten way ahead of yourself as your eyes shoot up once a pair of arms wrap themselves around your torso from behind.

Suddenly, you are hyper aware of your body. The humid air in the club made it no easier to breathe, your chest rising dramatically to gasp for air as panic set in. You trash around and turn around in the embrace to face whoever had approached you from behind, eyes wide from the initial shock. You are met with a familiar face. The asshole from earlier stood in front of you with a cocky smile. Your hands fly up to push at his chest, yet to no avail. He had trapped you.

“Why so surprised, did you think I wouldn’t find you again?” He speaks over the music. His hands are locked behind you, pushing on your back to close the gap between your bodies as he practically glued your chests together.

“Let me go '' you yell over the music, heart beating harshly against your rib cage and you wonder whether you would start hyperventilating in a club full of strangers.

“You could at least dance with me” he answers and before you can reply, he moves to forcefully sway your bodies to the music and you can’t put your mind as to why he would go to such lengths to get you. The fact that he had so surely said your name earlier only fueled the anxiety brewing in the pit of your stomach. You try to take a good look at his face but the strobing lights were throwing you off your guard, making it harder to see the man and also remember to keep yourself from going into an anxiety attack.

“I said, let-”

“-Let go off her” another voice cuts in from behind you, loud and clear. You don’t put much effort into identifying whoever was stepping in, just wondering how much longer you could keep breathing. Soon you feel lighter. You watch as the man’s arms swing back from your body as if somebody had forcefully pried them off.

You take a step back to free yourself from the proximity of the stranger but instead bump into another chest. You whip around, still in panic as the crowd around you seemed to quickly be closing in, every voice ringing in your ears. You catch a glimpse of blonde hair and as if on command, your body determines it safe for a time out. Your knees grow weak as your brain goes completely blank with bright white light blinding your vision.

“Fuck” Wooyoung mumbles, hooking his arms around your torso to keep you from hitting the ground completely.

“Fuck off” he barks at the man who watches with a blank face, nodding to himself before raising his arms up as if to indicate he was innocent as he disappeared into the crowd. With the man gone, Wooyoung's problems did not lessen. With determination, he squats down to wrap his arms around your upper thighs before lifting you off the ground and onto his shoulder. He makes sure to pull down on the elastic material of your dress, not wanting to expose you to the people around. Thankfully everybody seemed to be busy dancing or drinking, never looking twice in his direction as he carried you outside.

The line outside of the club had dissipated by now, it was way too late for people to keep entering. A queue of taxis were lined outside by the sidewalk, patiently waiting for customers to start rolling in but Wooyoung had other plans. He walks across the well-lit street filling up with people dancing and singing still as they come out of multiple packed clubs for fresh air.

Soon, he is at the parking lot he used whenever he took his own burgundy Mercedes to a night out. He unlocks the car and opens the passenger seat to set you down in it, making sure your body leaned against it comfortably before sighing. He catches his breath, allowing for questions to roll in. His most obvious one, why the hell had you passed out so suddenly? And who was the guy at the club trying to get to you? The question he refused to acknowledge though was why he had even gone up to help you in the first place. His mind convinces him he was merely being a decent human being, it’s the least he could do after snatching multiple deals right from under your nose.

The faded sounds of people shouting and music coming from the clubs is what slowly brought you back, eyes fluttering as the chilly wind grazes your exposed legs. It was silent now and the people from the club weren’t crowding you anymore. You catch the sight of a cream-colored car interior and suddenly realize you were not at the club anymore. Sitting up straight you immediately look around to get an understanding of your surroundings. The car door was open, so you were not being kidnapped. How did you get here?

“Geez, calm down, you’d think I was kidnapping you or something” Wooyoung snickers, seemingly having similar worries as you. He steps forward to reveal himself to you, unsure of how you would react to his presence. Both of you weren’t really celebrating the fact that you had settled on working at the same club. Would you tell him off for what happened yesterday? And many other nights before that? For the first time in his life, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

You look up at him, somewhat surprised that out of all the people that could have helped you, it was him standing in front of you. Small recollections flow back to you and you manage to piece together that you were in Wooyoung’s car after you so gracefully collapsed in the middle of the dance floor at LUX. You clear your throat and stretch your legs out of his car, standing up to face him.

You open your mouth to say something but you realize you were not sure what smart comment to insert in such a situation. Wooyoung's eyes look at you blankly, and you wonder if he thinks he has successfully caught you in a weak moment. You couldn’t allow him to even think such thoughts.

“Thanks for the help” you say, but curse yourself as your voice comes out thin and light. “But you didn’t have to. Don’t you have new money to spend?” you sure sound like a jerk. But rather a jerk than letting Wooyoung think he was superior to you.

“You can never just admit I helped you and move on with a simple ‘thanks’, can you? Besides if it wasn’t for me, who knows what that asshole would have done. Who is he even?” Wooyoung is quick to defend himself, his chin lifting higher as each word comes out quicker than the other. You notice how easily heated he becomes when he speaks yet for some reason it stretches your lips upwards into a humored look, which you of course quickly hide.

“If I knew him, do you think I'd react the way I did?” you roll your eyes, hoping that if you ignored the first part of his sentence, he’d forget about it as well.

“Forget it, since you don’t want help, you’re welcome to go” Wooyoung raises his eyebrows, waiting for you to act.

“Fine, good night” You spit but as you whip around to storm off, your foot catches the edge of the sidewalk, sending you flying down onto the asphalt ground. You catch yourself on your palms, wincing as the rough ground scratches your knees and if it wasn’t for your boots, you are certain you would have torn your skin apart.

Wooyoung is surprised to see your body sprawl over the ground below him and steps closer to get a strong grip around your arm, pulling you up effortlessly.

“Ow that hurts!” you yelp at his grip, standing up only to feel shocks of pain shoot up through your left ankle and up your calf. You look down at the dirty material of your boots and wonder how long it would take before you settle down on the sidewalk and just let all your frustration out.

Wooyoung sighs dramatically and instead snakes an arm around your waist, holding you up as you lift your left ankle off the floor to stop the pain.

“I don’t need your help, good night Wooyoung” he mimics a high-pitched voice, face grimacing as he mocks your earlier words. You stay silent, clenching your jaw to keep you from saying something you’d feel guilty for later at night. Besides, you needed the help for real this time and he was the only one around.

“I can give you a drive home, but I expect you to at least thank me. Sincerely” he offers, holding your waist tightly. Wooyoung subconsciously moves you closer until your side is pressed against his and you are suddenly aware of his scent. You couldn’t make out each individual ingredient in his cologne, but your mind settles that it's a mix of bergamot and musk. It is surprisingly not too strong and you hate how well it suits him. You wonder if he would notice you moving closer to catch another whiff of it, but decide against it. Men like Wooyoung shouldn’t be complemented, their ego would get too big and you had enough of his already.

“So?” he speaks up, the hand on your waist giving you a small squeeze to remind you that he was awaiting an answer. You bite down on your tongue before your ego gets the best of you and just chirp out a dry “please”.

For some astronomical reason Wooyoung is not in his usual cocky mood, but you tell yourself not to get used to it. He simply nods and carefully helps you sit down in the leather passenger seat of his car again. Shivers erupt over your bare arms when Wooyoung removes his arm from around you, suddenly realizing how warm he had felt against your skin. You push the thoughts towards the back of your brain, not wanting to overthink the matter. You get comfortable and buckle your seatbelt, observing the details of his car as he shuts your door and moves to get in from the driver’s side.

As Wooyoung focuses on starting the car, you finally have time to look him over closer. His hair was dyed blonde, that you knew already. But what you had failed to acknowledge was the way it made his golden skin glow brighter, accentuating it in a way that you hadn’t noticed before. He wore a button down with cheetah print and you wondered how anybody his age could pull it off, yet he made it seem as if it was made solely for him. The first three buttons were unbuttoned and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down the vein on his neck that disappeared into his prominent collarbone. You let your eyes glance just a little further down to sneak a peek of the smooth skin that was the beginning of his chest.

“You done staring me down? I need your address” Wooyoung mused, never turning his head as his eyes focused on the road ahead. You catch the way his lips tug into a small smirk and you ball your fists in your lap to keep you from cursing at him. Of course you had been wrong to think he would be free of his cockiness.

“The Imperial Hotel” is all that leaves your mouth as you turn to look out the car window, refusing to catch yourself loosening up and trailing your eyes over places where they shouldn’t be.

“The Imperial Hotel?” Wooyoung repeats, tone low and and curious. “Are you really broke enough to stay at a hotel?” he asks but realizes his mistake right after the question came out in a way that he didn’t intend for it to. “I mean, don’t you have a place?”

You snort, eyebrows raised as you turn to look at him, arms crossing over your chest. Who was he to question you like this?

“I don’t have a place because I like the anonymity. I like moving around so I don’t need a place” you bark back, hating how you felt threatened by his attitude. Not that you would admit it. “Besides I don’t have to explain anything to you, just take me there.”

Wooyoung stops at a red light, using the opportunity to raise a questioning eyebrow as your eyes meet. His gaze is challenging.

“Take you there?” he repeats your words, each word coming out of his mouth as if you offended him.

“Please” you mumble.

“Much better” he drives off with a pleased grin. The next moments you find yourself in silence, to your surprise comfortable. You listen to the sound of the wheels moving against the asphalt at different speeds as Wooyoung drives. For a moment you feel a warm feeling of what could be dejavu in your chest, as if this has happened before. As if driving together like this was something you did often. Your eyes catch a bright red and yellow sign and you are suddenly reminded of Jisung.

“Wait!” you yell out suddenly, making Wooyoung slam on the breaks as he looks over at you with a concerned expression. His sharp brows are knitted together as he questions you.

“What? What happened?” he breathes, seemingly awaiting something much more serious than the question that comes out of your mouth.

“Could you um, go through the drive through?” you ask carefully, nodding to the fast-food sign right off the freeway.

“Do you realize you just made me slam on my breaks and potentially crash my new car just for Mcdonald’s?” he snaps, immediately checking the mirrors behind him for traffic which was empty seeing as the time was about to hit three am. He clicks his tongue but follows your request, turning to drive up to the restaurant.

“Don’t you have food at home?” he grumbles as you lean over his seat to get a glance at the menu screen outside his window. You support your hand on the center control between your seats, stretching as far as you could over him.

Wooyoung’s gaze shifts to your face in front of his, eyes narrow as they jump over your features and the way you concentrate on the menu. He hesitates but slowly brings a hand forward, warm fingers pushing back a rogue strand of hair behind your ear in order to clear your view. You are busy ordering Jisung his promised burger to notice, voice loud and clear as you speak to the employee over the microphone.

As soon as you’re done placing your order you turn your head to look at Wooyoung, it would be nice to ask if he wanted something since he was nice enough to drive here. It was the least you could do anyway.

You blink in surprise at how close your two faces are. Close enough to feel his shaky warm breath on your cheek. His eyes immediately fall to your parted lips as he swallows harshly. You take notice of this, your own eyes following his actions as you watch the tip of his tongue peek out to brush over his lower lip, wetting it. His lips glisten in the harsh lights situated outside the fast-food restaurant, illuminating the skin.

“D-did you want something too?” your voice is almost a whisper as you speak, slowly sinking back into your seat as if whatever just happened would go unnoticed. Wooyoung bites down on the inside of his cheek, shaking his head as an answer before he drives up to the window, seemingly unbothered. You press your back against the heated seat, wondering why your heart suddenly had picked up its speed. At this point in your career, you always found yourself around men, none of which made you nervous simply by existing so close to you. Wooyoung’s expression seemed sour, jaw clenching as if he was in deep thought.

A part of you wondered if this was a part of his game that he played with his targets. In which case you’d totally understand why he scored successful deals nine out of ten times. You weren’t sure if you wished for another moment like this or if it was that lone single shot of alcohol you had taken at LUX coming back to make you overthink, so you decide against thinking at all. You are tired, that was the true excuse.

The rest of the drive continues in silence. Yet somehow your earlier plans to overthink had betrayed you as your brain jumped at anything you could connect to Wooyoung. From how you first met, to how you had seen him work his targets, to right now.

“We’re here” Wooyoung announces, stopping by the entrance of the obviously fancy hotel. Even though it was late night, a doorman stood guard and you kind of felt bad for him. You unbuckle your belt and shift to move but sudden pain shoots through your ankle again.

“Fuck” you mumble and look up at Wooyoung who was silently watching you struggle.

“Don’t tell me I have to carry you inside too” he says, wondering why he even bothered helping you if it would have taken so much time. Yet never truly complaining because he honestly hadn’t minded it all that much.

“If it burdens you that much, I’ll just hop on one leg” you scoff, if he chose to help, he might as well go through with helping you all the way to your room. But the Mcdonald’s take-away bag suddenly reminds you that Jisung was in the room and there was no way Wooyoung could find out. “Help me to the elevator at least?” and as Wooyoung opens his mouth to cut you off, you add a silent “Please”.

Wooyoung sighs and gets out of the car as a way of agreeing. He walked around the front before opening the door for you. Shivers run down your spine when the cold air hits your legs but you choose to stay silent, knowing that if you would complain it would only turn into endless bickering between the two of you.

You place a foot on the ground, lifting your hurt ankle up and Wooyoung immediately leans closer to reach for you inside of the car. One of his arms sneak under your thighs while the other wraps around your back, lifting you up into his embrace with ease before shutting the car door with his foot. You stay silent as you let him carry you, eyes trailing back to the golden skin peeking out of his buttoned down shirt once again. Since when is a tiny piece of exposed skin something to be shy of? Your eyes trail further up, running along his neck and sharp jawline. You weren’t sure why you were so keen on disliking him, maybe it was in fact that he was too pretty and that he was aware of it.

Wooyoung sets you down by the elevator. It was as if any time you spent with him, whether it was in the car or him carrying you inside, was over in a few seconds and you felt somewhat disappointed as a weight settled in your lower abdomen. Even though you found yourself surrounded by men almost every weekend, there was none that you had sincerely liked. Then, do you like Wooyoung? Probably not. He simply caught you in a weak moment and that was all. You will probably not hear the end of his heroic actions next weeknd at LUX.

“Well... you’re welcome” Wooyoung teases, straightening up as he pushes the button to call on the elevator. The doors open immediately and you dread leaving him. Wait, dread was too strong of a word.

“Thanks” you reply, putting on a poker face to make sure he wouldn’t crack your ego any further. Wooyoung snorts lightly at your attempt at thanking him, but decides to accept it.

“Well then, see you next weekend, honey” he shrugs and turns to leave, raising his hand above his head to wave goodbye as he walks off. Dick, can’t even face me when he leaves, you think and stumble into the elevator, hissing as painful shocks shoot up your ankle.

“Don’t say it like that, people will think you are someone to me” you raise your voice, knowing he’d be able to hear it.

“And am I not, honey?” he glances over his shoulder but just then, the elevator doors separate you as they trap you into the tight compartment. You sigh, shaking your head to yourself.

The elevator was surrounded by mirrors and you catch yourself staring back at an expression of a teenage girl who had been out on a first date with her crush. Only as you look at yourself do you realize your cheeks had heated up and your lips were pulled up into a tiny smile.

You quickly furrow your brows again, trading the smile for your usual scowl to seem unaffected by anything, or anyone.

The elevator gives a metallic ding to indicate you arrived at your floor. The number 13 stands out in golden numbering, how ironic.

You assume Jisung is asleep because nobody greets you as you enter the hotel room. Throughout the year of living together, you’ve mastered the technique of going into rooms almost soundless. As if you're a mouse sneaking in to steal a piece of cheese. Finally you are away from any watching eyes. Finally you do not need to think about the way you act and what to say.

Your cellphone comes to life as it lights up the hotel room and you curse, hopping towards it on your only useful leg. Who is even awake at this time? Could it be…Wooyoung? No, you can’t expect him to even know your number. And even if he did, why would he text you?

You slide the message open and see an attachment. The number was unknown and you wondered if somebody had sent you a drunk text by accident. You open the image. It does not even take two seconds for you to register what it was. The number 13 stood out in gold and the background wall was a warm beige, just like the one on your floor if not the exact same one. You furrow your brows before a text bubble pops up.

“You got away too quick tonight, thank your little boyfriend for that. Next time, it’s over for you”

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vintagehellfire · 9 months

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All For Show | E.M

musician!Eddie x showgirl!reader

Summary: 1955 New York City, where dreams come true. You get to dance and perform for crowds every night, bringing in good money for yourself and for daddy’s jazz club. The regulars love you, the women envy you, and the musicians are strictly banned from flirting with you (and the other dancers of course). This wasn’t a problem until your father up and coming musician Eddie Munson to perform at his jazz club. Eddie was the first man to catch your eye, and you the first performer to be worth his time, and your fathers wrath.

Warnings: implied female reader, mysoginy, eventual smut, swearing, no use of y/n, nudity, drugs, smoking, slow-burn, alcohol, anger issues, controlling father. 18+ only. mdni

Chapter I: People are Strange | 1.9k words

The rain pelted down on New York City in cold and unrelenting sheets, the traffic bustled, and one would even dare think that the torrential downpour couldn’t sour the mood of any New Yorker on this evening. Although that was far from the truth, the sheets of rain had no effect on those who frequented the jive clubs on 52nd. While traffic was relatively slow, and the constant whoosh of tires, tearing through deep puddles that littered the streets, could be heard, jazz enthusiasts gathered, flocked even, to the clubs along that stretch of road. Broadway by day, seedy little clubs by night, nothing would stop them nor the musicians.

Dancers would perform in the shoddier bars, singers would accompany jazz legends, crowds would eventually drink enough to let loose and grab their swing partners and bring a new life to the otherwise stuffy and humid rooms. The air would weigh heavy but the mood was light.

Dressing rooms filled up with smoke, cigarettes lined up in ashtrays like cars caught in a traffic jam on the Manhattan Bridge, and yours was no exception. Your cigarette lingered on the dark ashtray your fathers club provided, patting makeup onto your face, your hair in tight pin curls, waiting to be let down for the show. The pretty little number you were going to wear tonight was sure to turn some heads and you knew that it would make the club goers trajectory worthwhile with the downpour and all. Dinner and a show - at least that’s what your father would say, however not much dinner was being had by the time it was your turn to perform. You had a certain magic about you, enchanting the room, making them forget everything, from drug to drink and from drink to smoke.

You gave yourself a once over, heart hammering into your chest. You black robe bunched up in your lap, the satin keeping you cool in the sweltering humidity of the dressing room. Your eyeliner was defined and sharp, and you even added a small dash of brown eyeshadow under your eyes to create the illusion of sultry eyelashes à la Marilyn Monroe. All you were missing was your rouge.

“Are you almost ready, dollface?” You heard a familiar and deep voice call from beyond the door. Your father, the club owner, had managed to get you a spot in his reputable little joint. If you were to remember correctly his words were ‘Ain’t no way that my sweet doll is going to be cozying up in some sleazy beaknick club’, and so here you were, safe as can be and under the watchful eye of your father. He paid you generously and made sure that while you were whoring yourself out, as your mother liked to put it, you’d be safe. A man that was admittedly slightly ahead of his time, not by much, but it counted for something especially when you were made in the shade for the club.

“I’ll be right out, sir!” You called out through slightly pursed lips, applying a deep scarlet wax over them. You quickly let your hair down, brushing out your pin curls, giving you that movie star glamor that you adored. It added just that much more class to your performances. With a pucker of your lips, you brought the tip of your right hand ring finger to the corner of your lips and wiped away the small smudge. With one final fluff of your hair, and a deep breath, you stepped out.

Meanwhile, your father had been preoccupied with the newest addition to the staff. Edward Munson. Unruly, cynical, rough around the edges, and gifted talent - the things that made musicians of this time. Your father had brought him in for an interview, and you’d maybe seen the back of the man’s head, nothing to give you a solid impression of him. Had you paid him any mind at all well, you would have noticed that his talent was not only in his nimble hands but in his voice too, his hair a bird's nest that he would pull back into a bun, and a smile that routinely had ladies swooning. No, he was no greaser of any sort, nothing but a beatnik in fact. Another thing that would have immediately caught your attention, and would in due time, was his dimpled smile - it was enough to have you real gone.

Your father made sure Edward was settled onto the stage, piano at his very fingertips. While his usual joint had him either swinging the bass or rocking the guitar, your dad decided that the safest option was to start with an almost melancholy melody - in fact it had been rehearsed many a time, and you too had rehearsed it in your sultriest voice with Victor, you old pianist. You could scat to it, get into that blues swing and with just enough nuance to keep not only the club goers entertained but yourself as well. Edward had the piece memorized as if it were the back of his hand, he could even play it backwards had he wanted to, that of course was not accounting for the pretty little number you hid under your nightgown.

As soon as the wild haired musician stepped out, the crowd cheered, whistles were heard across the music hall, and anticipation for your appearance only grew. Careful steps lead you to the backstage area where your father gave you a golden smile, “That’s my baby! Give em the old razzle dazzle!” he clapped his hands together eagerly. “Remember, we’re testing out a new musician tonight, He’s the fuckin’ cats pyjamas according to old Mr. Hefler,” Mr. Helfer being the man who passed the club down to your father, “and I expect with your voice it’ll just be a hit, dollface.” Your cheeks heated at the praise your father had given you.

When the whistles died down into a whisper and you heard the stage light go on, you exited, dropping your nightgown, allowing it to pool around your feet. You were left in a black floor length gown with a sweetheart neckline and black satin gloves that reached your elbows. Your Mary Jane heels snug on your feet. As soon as you emerged, the tobacco filled nightclub erupted in cheers, clapping, and loud wolf whistles. With a delicate movement of your hands you brought them down to earth, allowing a silence to swallow the room, anticipation so thick you could slice through it with a knife. The musician then started playing then tune gracefully, a swing to the notes. You captivated the audience with the first sultry note you sang out into the club, and the same could be said for the poor man attending to the piano keys. Your voice was a siren’s call, and it certainly didn’t help when half way through you started pulling your gloves off, tossing them into the crowd and turning to look at the gorgeous man providing your accompaniment. You shot him a wink and that’s the moment he knew he was a goner. He nearly faltered with his song for the first time in his career.

From one piece to the next, Edward watched you with hungry eyes, a wolf looking for his prey, but so did the club goers. You weren’t theirs or his for that matter so what did it matter? Nonetheless, a jealousy coursed through his veins at the sight of you wrapping a feather boa around the neck of a regular - Mr. Harrington. It was nothing but empty flirtation and he was a good sport about it. You had rejected him previously as you don’t tangle into affairs with clients, it was known. It didn’t matter either way because you had not eyes for him. For a moment, he wished it was he who would be getting this treatment, alas, your father had strictly forbidden it.

“Now, son,” Your father warned, “One thing you must know is that we have many tempting women here, that is the business after all, however we do protect them and we take care that they are very well protected, you know what I’m saying?” He warned Edward.

“I understand, sir, I don’t think I should be stepping out of line in that regard. I’ve played in many a club and frankly it’s not been an issue. Women may be tempting but I won’t find a wife in these clubs, I play em because it makes me feel alive.” With a gentle slap on the back, your father praised Edward Munson, letting out a small “don’t get any wise ideas son” but little did he know he would become his biggest headache.

Once the show was over and you glistened from the sweat that formed from being under the hot spotlights, you snuck off backstage to cool off. A little glass of water and a lemon tea to help your voice would do. You quickly beelined to your dressing room, slipping off your dress and pulling something much more comfortable on. A little note from your father awaited you in front of your vanity, as it always did – it was a tradition between the both of you dating back to your first performance. A smile overtook your face, red lips stretching wide as you nursed your tea. As you put the mug down, you grabbed a cigarette, tucking it between your lips and lighting it. It remained perched against your plump bottom lip as if it belonged there. Suddenly, a knock at your door broke you out of your trance.

“Come in!” You called out meekly seconds before the door swung gently open with a creak. The old hinges needing a little tune up if anything. Your dearest father poked his head in between the crack in the door frame.

“Are you decent?” He called out, a chuckle softly escaping your lips. He knew you’d respond with a cheeky line, you were witty and came up with quick retorts to his questions, no matter how simple they might have been.

“Me?” You laughed out. “Sure, I’m decent.” That earned a light chuckle from your father and a rather abrupt snort from someone behind him. This piqued your interest and you got up, adjusting the new robe you had slung around yourself. Your delicate hands tied a bow in the front of it and with a smooth and calculated movement, you slipped a pair of slippers on before making your way over to the door to properly invite the party of two - it seremed - in.

“Sorry to bother you, doll, but you must meet Edward Munson, our new musician.” Your father stepped foot into the foot, revealing the dashing man that hid behind him. You couldn’t help but part your lips, catching the cigarette before it fell and taking a long drag to compensate. Your eyes roamed over the man’s body, tight black dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, messy birds nest hair, a smirk playing on his kissable lips, and yet his eyes as soft as honey. His own cigarette was tucked gently between his ringed index and middle finger on his right hand, and lord what you’d allow those skilled hands to do to you. It seemed that a small amount of ink poked out from under his rolled up sleeve and you desperately wished to reach out and see it for yourself but you couldn’t – you cut yourself off before you could trail your eyes any lower. What was happening? You never found a client attractive, much less the musicians. What about this man has got you wound up?

“Call me Eddie.”

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A/N: let me know what you think/if you wanna be tagged in this. I don’t really know what I’m doing but here we are. Also this was def not beta read so I’m so sorry for that but I hope you enjoyed it. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

I think from here on the chapters will get longer ! Stay tuned.

#eddie munson x reader #All For Show #eddie x reader #musician!eddie #showgirl!reader #1950s!AU #stranger things AU #musician!eddie munson #alternative au #alternative universe #1950s #1960s #reader insert

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getosbigballsack · 2 years

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The Way He Choke Me

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝑼𝒕𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 (𝑴𝑬) 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑼𝒕𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒊 𝑴𝒆𝒊'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒅𝒔𝒎, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈) 𝒃𝒅𝒔𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒐𝒚𝒔 (𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒑), 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒓 ��𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌�� 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒚 (𝑷𝑺: 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆) 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

𝑾𝑪: 10.9𝑲 (𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔)

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

You were currently spinning around on your chair listening to ‘Hot Girl Bummer Anthem’ with your chat on your youtube stream. You were a social media influencer, you were known for your love for horror videos and your great taste in fashion.

You were also a good influence to many women on Social media. You represented thick women, curvy women, and black women. You weren’t afraid to show off the natural curves you had. You were comfortable with dressing in clothes that would show off your thighs and soft tummy.

Your hair played a major part in your confidence. You weren’t afraid to style your hair or create hairstyles that would allow kinky hair girls to feel comfortable. Many loved you, a lot wanted to be like you. You spread positivity in the black community and for that you were well respected by major artists in the music industry. And one of those artists just happened to be black bear. Hence the reason you were able to play his song on your stream without being copyrighted.

You were jamming to the song while you read the comments that kept on popping up in the chat on your stream. “That college dropout music, everyday is leg day, she be too thick,” you sang as you bumped your head just a little harder.

You were so caught up in the music you didn’t even hear when your best friend entered your gaming room. That’s until she sang out, “And my friends are all annoying, but we go dumb, yeah we go stupid.” You spun around and you saw your best friend standing behind you, swaying from side to side in one of her pink mini skirts. “I still can’t believe that Black Bear gave you his permission to stream his song live.”

You flashed her a cheeky grin then you replied, “What can I say. People love me.”

Your best friend scoffed while rolling her eyes. She then walked up to you and leaned over to take a peek at your chat. “Hey Y/N, stream.”

You turned to see them sending heart eyes and kissy face emoji in response to your best friend greeting.

You’ve been friends with your best friend for a while now and you both were inseparable. Friendship like yours was hard to come by. The level of respect that you both had for each other was unexplainable. You acted more like siblings. Words could not describe how much you both loved and trusted each other. Betrayal was out of the picture whenever you two were there. You had her back and she had yours. It’s probably the same reason why you both lived together inside a beautiful apartment.

“So Y/N?”

“Yes?” you answered. You turned your attention towards your best friend to see her playing with her nails while biting her lips. You sighed heavily because you knew exactly what this meant. She wanted something from you and there is a slight possibility that you might tell her no.

“So uhm, Utahime and Mei Mei are throwing a party tonight. It’s not too far from our home. We’re both on the guest list and I was wondering if…”

“Fuck no, not interested,” you said to your best friend.

“What? Why?” your friend asked.

You sighed as you muted your stream and then turned to your friend. “You know how I feel about that scared face bitch.”

“I mean she did tell you that she was sorry,” your best friend said while shrugging your shoulders.

“For accusing me of sleeping with Shoko? Or for calling me a dick termite?” you asked.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t let her stop you from having a great time. Mei Mei would be happy if you come,” your best friend said while smiling at you.

“So Utahime can accuse me of sleeping with her too? Ah no thank you,” you said before turning away from her.

“Bitch please. Come on, take that stick out of your ass and let's go have fun,” your friend said as she spun your chair back around and dropped to her knees. “Fuck Utahime, she’s just a freaking sad bih that clearly need a dick.”

“She’s a lesbian,” you reminded your best friend.

“Ok, she needs a strapon then. Come on please, do it for me,” your best friend begged. You began to fake cry while resting her head in your lap. You sighed heavily as you stared down your best friend. “I’ll even stop using your shampoo. Just think about it.”

You wanted to laugh because you knew that that would never happen. But you were thinking about it. It would be nice to get out of the house and head over to a party to enjoy yourself. What’s the harm in that? You’ll probably get laid while you're at it.

You pressed your plump lips together and then sighed. “Fine, but if it’s boring you’re buying me two 12 piece wing combos and a venti starbuck drink.”

“I’ll even buy you a freaking teddy bear,” she said and fake sniffed.

“Fine whatever,” you said. Your best friend squealed before tackling you with a hug. You hummed while patting her back. She pulled away shortly and left the gaming room. You unmute your mic and say goodbye to your stream.

After that, you turned off your PC and locked up the gaming room. You then walked toward your bed while thinking about what to wear. You liked to dress to impress, but also feel comfortable in whatever it is that you were wearing. This party was being thrown by an influencer who was just as famous as you were, and you’re pretty sure that other influencers would be there. And you’re positive that they’ll go all out, so you had to do the same.

“Fuck you, Toniann,” you mumbled as you walked inside your room and proceeded to go get ready for the party.

…

You stood in front of your wall mirror to admire the outfit that you’ve chosen to wear. You settled for a thin strapped black dress that hugged your body perfectly. A green puffy sleeved, pullover crop ultra short sweater and your black mid thigh boots. Damn you look stunning. You smiled as you fluffed out your afro. You were feeling a bit too lazy to slick it back in a low puff, so an afro will just have to do.

You walked over to your dresser and you began to put on your jewellery. You added a bit of lipgloss on your lips while you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You picked up your phone that was on the dresser and snapped a couple of pictures in your wall mirror. You then choose your favourite picture and post it on Instagram. You tagged Mei Mei in the photo and it wasn’t long before reposted it on her stories.

You left your room and headed towards the living room to see your friend standing in the living room dressed in a pink dress that looked almost like yours and a white sweater crop top and white timberlands. You watched as she slipped a choker around her neck that marked daddy’s girl before smearing lipgloss on her lips and then smiled at you.

“Let’s go bitch, I wanna go get fucked up,” she said while dragging you out of the house, but not without closing the doors. She then pulled you towards the elevators and the next thing you knew was that you were sitting in the front seat of her car. For the whole car ride you and your best friend were vibing to a song named By My Side, by Safe ft Kaash Paige.

“Stand by my side I don’t wanna die young,” you sang out.

“Show me the signs I’m just tryna find love,” your best friend sang out too.

“I roll the dice, I don’t wanna be waiting for you. But supposedly you’re over me,” you both sang out before laughing as she continued her drive towards the party. About an hour later, you both arrived at the party.

Your eyes widened when you stepped out of the car. You were beyond surprised to see the house bustling with lights and loud music blasting throughout the house. You almost smiled.

“Yow, Y/N,” you heard your name being called. You turned around to see Yuuji and his twin Sujuna standing next to Megumi. They were all waving at you with smiles on their faces. You smiled back while waving at them.

“People are starting to recognize you already,” your best friend teased as he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside the house. Upon entering the house you immediately started to sing along with the song that was playing.

“Understand I’m just tryna be the daily Scoop, Scoop (skrrt),” you sang while moving your body to the beat. As you both walked further inside the party, you saw a few familiar faces. Some were dancing around, making small talk with their pairs and others were just drinking.

You saw a few influencers taking pictures and some were even vlogging. Maybe this party won’t be so bad. Maybe you were going to have a wonderful time. “Ah look who decided that she wanted to show up.”

Your best friend squealed as you both turned around to see Geto Suguru standing behind you both. He smirked when your best friend pulled away from you and jumped in his arms. “Su,” she squealed.

You rolled her eyes at them when you saw him kiss her on the lips before putting her back down on her feet. “Sup Y/N,” he said while greeting you with a smile.

You wanted to gag at him and it was not because you hated him. Because you didn't actually like him. But you wanted to gag because he was the most annoying person to ever walk on this. “Mhm,” you said to him.

“She still has that stick up her ass I see,” he said and your best friend laughed.

“I think she needs to get laid,” your best friend teased. “You need to loosen up a bit, come on let’s get you a drink and find you a hot guy to flirt with while I go and have fun with his dick.”

“You’re both fucking disgusting,” you said and they laughed at you. They pulled you through the crowd and took you to the bar. They both ordered drinks for you and themselves before leaving you to go dance on the dance floor. You sighed heavily to yourself. You slowly began to sip on your drink as you watched as your best friend and her boyfriend (if you could even call him that) danced with each other while stealing a kiss every now and then.

It would be nice to go out there and join them in their fun, but they told you to find a hot guy to flirt with which meant that they didn’t want you to be anywhere near them.

“You look like you could use a bit of company,” you heard a calm yet soothing voice speak from beside you. You blinked a couple of times as you turned to see a guy standing next to you. He was about 6 feet tall or maybe even taller. He had his hands tucked away in the pocket of her straight jeans. He also had on a white turtleneck sweater which complemented his pale skin really well, and expensive shoes to match. He had a few chains dangling from his neck too. He was dressed up pretty well. It was simple but you could tell that he put a lot of thought into his outfit.

Your eyes travelled up to his face and the first thing that you noticed was that he had pillowy white hair. You couldn’t see his eyes, but could damn well see his pretty pink glossy lips. You swallowed thickly before turning your attention back to your friend.

You sip your drink quickly and from the corner of your eyes you watched as the tall, pale stranger sat next to you. He then turned to look at you and he said, “I didn’t think I'd see you at another one of her parties.”

You raised your brows at him. Did he know who you are or what beef you had with Utahime? You thought to yourself. “Well, I’, here aren’t I. I just hope she doesn’t see me.”

“You could say that again, if it wasn’t for Suguru then I wouldn’t be here,” he said while pointing at the guy who was currently swapping spit with your best friend (ME).

“You know Suguru?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m his best friend, Gojo. Gojo Satoru,” he said while offering you his hand to shake.

“I didn’t know that he had a best friend,” you said while shaking his hand.

“Maybe that’s because you didn’t ask, Y/N,” he said with a cheeky smile.

You were just about to ask him, how the heck did her learn your name, but then you thought that that would be a dumb question. You were an influencer after all. So you sighed before taking another sip of your drink. “But still, I should have been able to know if he had a best friend or not. I mean he’s an influencer and I’m just assuming that you’re an influencer as well.”

“Yeah, I’m an instagram model sweetheart,” he said while flashing you a cocky grin. “You probably don’t know me because you’ve never taken the time to check out my page. I mean you like my photos all the time. You even followed my page. I guess you’re too busy to check me out.”

“You’re probably right,” you said while smiling at him.

“So, Miss Y/N. Do you want to spend the rest of the night having fun with me?” he asked.

“Well only if you take your glasses off,” you said he chuckled.

“I won’t take it off, but I’ll show you my eyes,” he said as he slowly removed his sunglasses from his face. You stared in awe when he opened his eyes. He had the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. “So now that you’ve seen my eyes do you wanna spend the rest of the night with me? I’m great company and you look like you know how to have fun so how about it?”

You smiled at him before replying, “Of course. I have nothing else to do anyway.”

“Alright let’s go to the dance floor.”

…

“You don’t know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight, speaks to me. I don’t know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight, speaks to me.” You sang to Under the Influence as you wrapped your hands around his neck, while you sway your hips from side to side.

You saw him smirk before leaning his down and whispered in your ear, “Looks like you’re having fun.”

You giggled as you replied, “Of course and it’s all thanks to you.”

He chuckled before gripping onto your waist and spun you around so that your back was pressed tightly against his chest. “Maybe we ought to have more fun than this.”

“What do you suggest?” you whispered back as you continued to roll your hips against his. A low growl left his lips as he gripped your waist even tighter.

You could feel his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, “Getting ourselves more drinks.”

“Do you drink?” you asked.

“No, I’m lightweight,” he answered honestly. You chuckled a bit and then he continued with his sentence. “But one shot wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“I guess,” you giggled.

“Come on let's go,” he said as he led you both away from the dance floor and towards the bar. “Yow!” he shouted at the bartender. “Can we get a couple shots?”

“Coming right up,” the bartender answered as they began to prepare the shot. While you both waited, Gojo had already pulled away from you and now he was standing beside with his back resting on the bar counter as he stared out into the crowd.

As your gaze moved from his face to his shoes and back again, you remarked, "He's pretty." You bit your lip as you slowly admired this adonis of a man. One man shouldn't be this attractive, not on earth.

It wasn't until he turned around and asked, "Are you looking me out?," that you realised he had been observing you out of the corner of his eyes.

You gasped and quickly looked away from him. God you were so embarrassed. Just then the bartender placed both your drinks on the counter. Go quickly drank his before ordering a can of soda.

You downed your drink. “What if I am?” you asked as you bashfully patted your eyes at him.

He chuckled without responding. You watched as he pulled his glasses down to stare you dead in the eyes. You watched as he shamefully began to check you out. You observed how his eyes would linger at certain places longer than you would like.

“Are you checking me out?” you asked him in the same teasing tone he used when he asked you that question.

“Of course. You’re beautiful and I must say you’re very sexy,” he said as a smirk rode his lips. You could feel heat rising on your cheeks and you quickly turned away from him. “You have a nice pair of tits by the way.”

You jerked your head back to look at him and replied, "Huh?" You cried out, "Excuse me?!" and he laughed at your response. He observed the slight enlargement of your cheeks. This wasn't the first time a guy has praised your physique. However, it was the first time you had ever heard a compliment on your body made so casually.

Although you felt slightly upset, you refrained from hitting him. He arches his brow in response to your question, "Did you just complement my boobs?" He implied without saying it that you already know the response. “What if I complimented your dick, how would you feel?” you asked with a heavy sigh.

He laughed as he reached for his soda that was now sitting next to him on the counter. “Well, you haven’t seen my dick before.” You watched as he took a sip from his soda before he continued with his sentence. “But if you want to see it then how about we go somewhere a bit more private.”

You began choking on air and he all but laughed as he watched you struggle to regain control of your breathing. You shook your head and ordered a soda for yourself. And once you got the drink, Gojo took your hand and led you away from the room that was packed and into a room that had less people.

He struck into a casual dialog with you. He questioned you simply, such as why you wanted to be an influencer and what drew you to horror games. You explained to him that you become a social influencer in order to promote body positivity. You told him you wanted to stand in for all fat or heavy girls who are self-conscious of their bodies.

You admitted to him how challenging it was for you to have self-confidence, particularly as a young black girl. You stated that you want ladies who resemble you to realise that being overweight and having dark complexion is not a problem. You wanted them to be happy with who they are and to dress however they feel most at ease.

You weren't even aware of how at ease you were speaking with him until you saw that you were seated on his lap and he put his hand on your waist. “I hope it’s not a problem with me being in your lap.”

“Nope,” he said as he pulled you even closer to his chest.

“Well then how about you, why did you become an instagram model?” you asked him.

“Well, it goes without saying that my mother was a model. But she passed away from cancer," he added while smiling sadly. “I decided to become an Instagram model since snapping photos somehow makes me think of her. And I yearned to take part in something that she had previously taken part in. In order to honour her, I wanted to excel at whatever I do. I know it would make her happy.”

“Awe that’s so sad, but so sweet,” you said while smiling at him.

“I even started to donate money to a cancer treatment centre, you know,” he said with a smile on his face. You smiled back at him before resting your head on his shoulders. You both sat in silence for a while until he spoke up, “So do you want to head back to the dance floor?”

You shook your head yes and quickly hopped out of his lap and dragged him to the dance floor. The music was loud and infectious, but you didn't care, you just wanted to dance with your new favourite person right now.

Once you both were on the dance floor, you quickly spun around and pressed your back to his chest. He rested his hands on your waist to keep you close to him as you both began to move to the beat. You allowed yourself to get lost in the music and the soft touch of hands on your hips.

When the song "Shake remix" by Jada Kingdom feat. Skillibeng began to play, you both suddenly realised how close you two were. His cock was pressing up on your ass, you could feel it. When you felt his hand reach out and grab the exposed thigh from your waist, you gasped. His fingertips were soft, and they brushed your thigh gently.

As his hand moved gently up your side, feeling every curve in your body, it eventually wrapped itself loosely around your neck. Your lips softly gasped as you pressed your hips into his. Then, you moved your hand to the back of his head to fiddle with his fluffy white hair.

You were both losing yourselves in the music. Slowly drifting away into euphoria. You could feel his lips caressing your ears and his fingers tickling your neck.

“I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on,” Gojo sang in your ear on as soon as the song Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd and Gesaffelstein started to play. “You’re the only one I got my sights on (sights on, sights on, sights on). Type of sex you could never put a price on.”

A smile rode your lips as you sang along with him. “You wanna fuck huh?” you chuckled as you leaned into him.

You could feel him smiling against your ear then he whispered, “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, I am,” you whispered back.

“Hm’ you wanna leave this place and come to my house. We could have much more fun there,” he said he pulled away from you and spun you around. “I did say that I wanted to keep your company. So how about it?”

You bit your lips and looked away from him. You need a minute to think about this. You’ve spent most of your night with him and he’s been nothing but sweet to you. You had more fun with him then you ever did whenever you hang out with your best friend and Geto. A little more fun wouldn’t hurt.

So without another thought, you shook your head yes. He gave you a smile before he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the party. As soon as you both were outside the party he slung his arm around your shoulder and he began to lead you towards his car.

On your way to his car, you were greeted by more influencers, like Nobara and the twins Maki and Mai. You couldn’t help but to smile and waved at them. “Looks like your friends with everyone I know.”

“Well I try to be cool with everybody,” you replied and he hummed.

“Well I’m glad,” he said as you both stopped in front of a Lexus LC: 500.

You inquired, "Is this your car?" but he quickly responded by opening the door so you could get inside. Without saying a word, you entered, sat down on the plush leather seat, and awaited his entrance.

He entered, shut the door, and turned to face you. You complimented “Your car is nice,” and he grinned back.

“Thanks,” he said as he started up his car. You watched as he turned on the AC, then he adjusted to his liking before leaning back into his seat. “I want to show you something inside my house when we get there.”

“What’s that?” you asked.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he whispered and you hummed in response. He smiled and you watched as he leaned for and cupped your chin with his fingers. He licked his bottom lips as his eyes flickered from your eyes and down to your plump lips. “Can I?” he asked as he began to pull your face closer to his.

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation. He smirked as he quickly pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the intensify electricity coursing through your veins as he slowly moulded his lips with yours. He hummed as he sucked on your bottom lip before he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue wrapped around yours as he pulled you in by your chin to deepen the kiss.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you moved to wrap your hands around his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. His hair felt so soft and silky between your fingers. You would probably feel jealous if it wasn’t for the fact that he was kissing you right now.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he pulled away from your lips. “I am going to have so much fun with you tonight.” He pecked your lips once more before he pulled away completely and he drove away from the party.

“Wow,” you breathe out as you rest your back against the car seat, “That was hot,” you thought out loud as you tried to control your breathing. You had to admit it to yourself, you had never been kissed like that before. It felt as if he was stealing every last breath out of your body. His lips felt soft against yours as he kissed you. The kiss was passionate, and a little needy. Your legs began to squeeze themselves together as you thought more about the kiss. And you soon realised that you were getting quite needy yourself.

Gojo gave you a quick glance before comprehending this. He smiled and entwined his fingers with yours. You both remained silent for the rest of the ride, and you had thought that he would have at least opened up a light conversation to assist you both release the overwhelming sexual tension you were feeling. And you were feeling a bit happy when he finally decided that he wanted to break the silence, but didn’t expect him to break this silence with this.

“Have you ever been tied up before?” You weren't sure why he chose to ask you this question. And even though you were surprised, you still answered,

“No I haven’t. Why do you ask?”

He didn’t respond.

He glanced over at you once again, and watched as a confused yet fearful expression crossed your face. He chuckled, “No need to look so worried. I won’t hurt you. Well maybe, but it’ll be fun I promise.”

Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean? How the hell is that going to be fun, when there is a high freaking chance that he might hurt me, You thought to yourself as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

Your movements didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Y/N, I want to have sex with you. I want you to scream for me. I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you walked inside the party with your friend. I don’t mean to scare you, it’s just that when we have sex I might get a bit out of control and I might hurt you,” he said to you. “I want to have sex with you and I’ll be damned if you said that you didn’t want to have sex with me too.”

You were in shock when you heard him say this. Your mind went on an immediate pause as you tried to comprehend what he just said. It’s not like he was lying, you did wanted to have sex with him. He’s super attractive after all and he looks like he knows how to make a girl’s pussy cry.

So what’s the harm? It’s a risk that you want to take.

…

You were being pulled up a set of stairs in his apartment while he had a firm hold on your arm. His apartment was rather large and beautiful as well. However, he was already carrying you down the hallway toward a dark door with many locks, so you were unable to look around his flat.

Sketchy, you thought as he let go off your hand to reach for a pair of keys that were hanging from the door. You observed him carefully unlock each door lock before hanging the key on the door.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as he turned to face you. One of his hands miraculously wrapped itself around her throat; he pulled you closer to his face until both your nose were touching. You could feel his hot breath fanning over your lips as he whispered, “I remember telling you that I wanted to show you something.” You could feel his other hand wrapping itself around your back. “What I want to show you is behind that door. I’ll let you enter to look around and when you feel satisfied you are going to tell me if you like it. Ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered in a small voice. He smiled and pressed a kiss on your lips before he let you go. He stepped out of your way and urged you to move towards the open black door.

He opened the door for you and motioned for you to enter. You begin to enter the chamber, sighing quietly as you move. The moment you entered, you were flabbergasted by what you saw.

The first thing that caught your eyes was the four-poster bed in the centre of the room. The bed was draped in a deep crimson velvet spread with frills around the edges, and the top was neatly folded like a bed at a five-star hotel. Nicely arranged, large, fluffy red and black pillows sitting against the bed frame. The canopy was covered in nearly floor-length black and red curtains.

And the bedpost had straps hanging from them. “What the fuck?” you whispered under your breath as you looked at the left side of the bed and saw a smaller bed. It almost resembles a dentist chair. That bed was crimson red, and it looked comfortable. A large black semi-circular leather sofa was there as well. It had a few red pillows and a deep wine red blanket tossed on it.

Away from the wall, or more specifically in front of the wall, were enormous racks with an unusual shape. It was made of what appeared to be mahogany wood, and it was filled with whips and canes. Flogs, belts, additional ropes, and even paddles.

“What the fuck,” you thought again when you spun around and saw a large black wooden X on the wall. And at each end of the X was a single cuff. “What in the world of BDSM is this?” you asked when you looked towards the door to see Gojo walking inside.

“Do you like it?” he asked as he began to remove the watch that was on his wrist and also his rings. You bit your lips as you took another look around the room. It was an unusual setting, but a part of you likes what you’re seeing.

So you answered truthfully, “Yes I do.”

He smiled as he walked over to you and grabbed hold of your chin. “Do you want to play with me and my toys here? Or would you rather to have sex inside my bedroom? I intend to have fun with you tonight. It doesn’t matter what you choose,” he said as he leaned his head down to kiss your forehead. “I just wanted to show you what’s inside the room. I wanted to see if you’d be interested in crazy stuff like this? So how about it?”

You licked your lips and he licked his as you stared into his lust-filled cerulean eyes. You brushed your hands over his clothed chest before you fist his shirt in your hand and pulled him impossibly closer to you. He watched as you licked your lips again before you answered.

“Yes, I want to play with you and your toys.”

…

He tasted like sprite.

That lemon-flavoured drink danced on his tongue as he thrust it past your lips. He rolled his wet muscle with yours and he could taste the sprite on your lips as well. You hummed as you savoured the taste of the soda coming from his lips. He could feel your nibble finger tugging at the ends of his hair and it made him groan a bit.

When he moved away from your lips and placed his wet lips on your neck while leaving a trail of kisses, you thought, "Fuck." He groans at how wonderful you taste as he licks and suctions at your skin, squeezing the flesh between his teeth. And he listened as those soft sweet whimpers left your lips, it brought joy to his ears.

He continued to create numerous bruises on your already swollen flesh while whispering, "You taste so wonderful baby."

Then he claimed your lips once more. He seized both of your hands with one of his big hands and held them above your head. Your hips were grasped by the opposing hand. When you felt his nails pierce your skin through your jeans, you slightly winced.

He parted his lips from yours and stared into your eyes as he sat back on his heels. His tongue swiped against his bottom lip as he said, "Take my shirt off." The dominant tone in his voice had your thighs squeezing together and your pussy clenching around nothing. You quickly gripped onto his shirt and you slowly pulled it over his head. You tossed it across the room before your hand went to touch his hard abs. Your finger outlines the outline of his muscles.

You could feel his eyes watching your every move. He gasped and shivered at the light touch of your finger on his abs. “My belt too,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around her other hand and pressed it against his belt. You hummed as you slowly began to unbuckle his belt and dragged it from the loops before tossing it on the floor.

“What now?” you asked him.

“Let me undress you,” he said. You gave him your consent and so after each article of your clothing was slowly being stripped away from your body. He took that as an opportunity to caress your soft body too. Your hands were once again pinned above your head as he slowly hovered over you and pressed his mouth on yours.

“Can I tie you up?” He asked for it. Due to your focus on the sensation of his lips on yours, you were unable to hear his question. “Hey,” he called out to you as he pulled away from your lips. He watched you stare at him with lust floating around in your eyes. “Baby, can I tie your hands together?”

“Huh? What? Why?” you asked as you looked up at him confused.

“It’ll be fun,” he answered.

You sat up almost immediately, with him following suit. He still holds your hands in his. You bit your lips and looked away from him. “What’s the fun in tying my hands together?” you asked.

A dry chuckle left his lips as he released your hands. He stood up from the bed and went towards the rack that had the ropes. You slowly turned around and you admired how his sexy back muscle flexed as he picked up a rope.

“Why don’t we find out the answer to your question together?” he asked as he walked over with a slim black rope in his hand. “Do I have your consent?”

You sighed heavily as you slowly nodded your head yes and you laid back on the bed just so that he could do whatever he wanted.

…

"A work of art is something unique that is created using special skills and reflects the personality and creativity of the artist."

He quotes you as he skillfully works his magic and ties your wrist together. He told you that that quote he quoted to you was something his best friend would say whenever he was teaching Gojo the art of rope bondage.

This knot that ties your wrist together is called the Double-Column tie. It helps to keep your wrist together and to also control the placement of your hands.

You didn’t know what to expect when he grabbed another rope from the wall and tied that rope on the bed headboard. Then he wrapped it around your wrist that was already tied together.

You wanted to know when he had another rope around your wrist. But the moment you felt him pressed a kiss on your pussy while he spread your legs over his shoulder. You understood why he had your hands tied up like this.

You were sprawled out on his bed with his head between your thighs. His lips worked wonders as he sucked on the sensitive bud. The feeling of his tongue licking on your puffy clit had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching from the bed. Your thighs almost squeezed his head but his hands held them in place.

“Fuck,” you screamed as your struggled against your restraints. The way he was eating you up like you were his last meal, had you quivering. You could feel yourself coming closer to the edge with your orgasm creeping up on you.

His mouth latched on your clit; sucking harshly onto your sensitive bud. He pulled one hand away from your thighs and thrust two fingers inside your soaked pussy as he lapped up all your juices. “Hm’ baby,” he hummed against your cunt. You gasped when he fiddled with your clit with his tongue. Your hand desperately grabbed onto the rope that bound you to the bed.

Another finger was inserted inside you, curled until the tips contacted the spongy area inside of your warm cunt, and he grinned as he did so. Your pussy started to clench and covered his fingers in cream. You were so close that white specks started to obscure your vision. Your body was trapped inside cloud nine while your mind was now floating around in your utopia by the person who was consuming your pussy.

The tightly wound coils in your core eventually broke. He quickly withdrew his finger from your gaping hole and pulled his lips away from your clit in order to see the clear liquid spilling from your cunt and wetting up his chest. Your body was shaking from the shockwave you were experiencing as you continued to squirt.

And he smirked as he watched as your chest rose and fell from the intensity of your post orgasm. He hummed as he sat up on his knee and then leaned over you to place a small kiss on your lips.

You tried to settle down as he inquired, "Having fun, baby?" and you nodded in response. He chuckled as he started to untie the rope holding you to the headboard. He tossed it to the floor and got out of bed as you watched.

He then grabbed your wrist that was still tied together and yanked you off the bed. “What…” you started to complain but he quickly shuts you up with a kiss.

“On your knees,” he said in between the kisses before he pulled away from you and let go of your wrists.

Those three simple words had your knees trembling as you quickly knelt down before him with your head held high. He smiled at how quickly he had you on your knee for him. He might just find his new pet.

And that pet just happened to be you.

You stared up at him and into his cerulean eyes as you waited for him to do whatever it is that he wanted to do to you. He slowly began to unbutton his pants and pulled the zipper down. “No touching,” he said as he tugged his pants down his toned muscular legs.

“How will I be able to touch you when you have my wrist tied together?” you asked him.

He chuckled as he reached to run his fingers through your afro. “I tied your wrist. You are free to move the rest of your hand and your finger you know,” he pointed out.

Oh, yeah he didn’t tie up your entire hands. You bit your lip and looked away from him. You heard him chuckled and the sound of his underpants being pulled away from his body. The soft touch of his finger brought your action back to him as he turned your head to face his now exposed crotch.

You gulped as you stared at his semi-hard cock and you started to wonder if it could even fit inside your mouth. “SO BIG,” you whispered under your breath as he pulled your head closer to his cock.

“Get it nice and wet for me. Can you do that?” he asked. You swallowed your saliva and shook your head yes. “Open,” he commanded and you did. He slipped three finger down your throat and he slowly began to fuck his fingers. You began to gag around his fingers and he couldn’t help the smile that was slowly inching its way up on his face.

Drool began to leak out of the side of your mouth as he kept working his fingers in and out of your warm mouth. God this was so filthy, you felt dirty to have yourself being belittled by a man like this. But somehow you liked it. No you loved it.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and wrapped them around his cock. You watched as he stroked his cock before pressing the tip on your lips. He hummed as he circled the tip of cock around your lips before tapping it on your mouth. His cock felt heavy tapping against your lips, it almost sting. “Let me in,” he said with cock already pushing into your mouth.

He groaned when you opened up your mouth wider and allowed him to slide even further inside your warm mouth. “Shit,” he said as he moved his hand away from his cock and grabbed a handful of your hair to keep you in place while he slowly thrust his cock into your mouth. His hips rocked gently back and forth into your mouth to get a feel of how warm it is for him. He could cum from this. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and slapped it against your tongue then he thrust back into. “Do your work,” he said as he released your hair and rested it at the back of your head.

You hummed around his veiny cock as you slowly began to move your head, taking in as much of his thick cock inside your mouth. He was so huge; your jaw aches from how much he was stretching your mouth part. You pulled your head back to suck on just the tip and then you used your tongue to circle the head of his cock.

Fuck, you wanted to grab hold of his cock, you wanted to feel weight of his cock in your hands while you stroke what couldn’t fit inside your mouth. But the moment you lifted your hands to touch, his fingers gripped your hair and yanked you away from his cock. “No touching,” he said.

You whimpered as he stared up at him then looked down at his cock that was coated with your saliva and leaking with his precum. “It’s too big,” you complained and he chuckled before yanking at your hair a little tighter.

“No worries, you can do it.” he assured you before bringing your head back down towards his cock. You sighed while staring at his cock. You leaned your head to one side and you began to lick long stripes on the side of his cock. You pressed your tongue against the biggest vein on his cock and you couldn’t help but to grin. You sucked him back into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks to take more of his cock. You felt a bit frustrated because you were unable to use your hands, you continued to suck him anyway until salvia was dripping down your chin.

“Fuck, let me,” he said as he rest his other hand at the back of your head and he bega to move your head at his own pace. You moan around his length when you feel his cock stretching your mouth impossibly wider. Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head once again and tears began to pull from your eyes. His low grunts and soft moans told you how lost he was in pleasure as he used your mouth to get his cock wet.

“Put your tongue out,” he said as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. You mindlessly opened your mouth for him and stuck your tongue out. “Just like that,” he said as he tapped his cock on your tongue and watched as saliva dripped from the tip of your tongue.

He rubbed his cock against your tongue before stepping closer while pulling your head back a bit and he placed his heavy balls inside your mouth. You moaned while sucking hard long kisses on his sack. Your tongue slowly slid up to lick the line between his balls. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned as he pumped his cock and watched as yu expertly sucked on his balls.

“Your fucking beautiful on your knees,” he said as he removed your head from his balls and thrust his cock back into your mouth. You let your tongue rest comfortably at the underside of his cock as you waited for him to use your mouth. “So fucking beautiful with my cock stuffed in your mouth. Fuck.”

You started to gag heavily as you choked around his cock when he started to move your head faster on his cock, and his hips now moved to meet every bop. His thrust was getting rough each time he pulled out and thrust back into your mouth. He groaned as he stared down at you and watched as your iris rolled to the back of your head. Only your sclera was visible to his eyes.

His cock started to twitch heavily inside your mouth and he could feel his ball tightening. He was so close to cum, but he was not ready to cum inside your mouth, not yet. Not until he had you cumming from his cock three more times tonight. So he quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth and watched as saliba leaked from your mouth and created a mini puddle on the ground.

You were grasping separately for air. He fucked your throat so hard you could hardly think straight. “Baby,” he moaned breathlessly as he pulled you up on your feet. “I enjoyed that,” he praised before kissing your lips. You moaned as he continued to kiss you sweetly while his fingers went to play with your clit. “So fucking wet and ready for me,” he said as he pulled away from your lips and pushed you on the bed.

“Are you going to untie me?” you asked him. He helped you to lay down comfortably on the pillows before hovering over you. He began to caress your thighs before slowly spreading them apart to settle himself between your legs and pressed his cock against your wet and soaking pussy.

His lips attached themselves to your jaw and he began to leave a trail of open mouth kisses from your jaw, down to your neck and between the valley of your breast. “No baby,” he answered as he gently sucked on your fat nipple inside his mouth. You gasped when you felt him bite the skin around your nipple. His sharp teeth sinking deep with the soft flesh of your breast. He gave your nipples one last suck before moving onto the next nipple while he twisted that nipple between his fingers.

“Wh-what do you mean by… ugh fuck… no?” you stuttered as you tried not to focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’m going to fuck you like this,” he answered while pulling away from your nipples. “Or do you want me to cuff your hands to my bed instead. I want to go easy on you since this might be a little too much for you,” he said as a reference to hold things about you not being tied up before. “So choose your fate. I’m gonna fuck you hard anyways.”

You stared at him with your eyes blown out wide. How are you even going to respond to this? You looked away from him while continuing to play with your tits in his hand. “You said you were going easy on me and yet still you are going to fuck me hard. I don’t understand.”

He chuckled. “Fucking your pretty pussy hard is me going easy on you, baby.” What the living fuck? So he wasn’t fucking around when he said he might hurt you during sex them. “What do you choose, baby? My cock is getting tired of waiting.”

“I want you to fuck me like this,” you answered. He smiled and kissed your lips while he removed his hand from your breast.

“Spread your legs a little wider for me,” he said while grabbing the rope that held your wrist together and held your hands above your head. He used his other hand to stroke his cock before pressing the tip at your entrance.

Your eyes squeezed themselves shut when you felt the bulbous mushroom tip slowly parting your folds and pushing into you. “No baby, I want you to look at me,” he said and you did look at him. “I am going to fuck you and I want you to watched as your pussy stretch itself around my cock.

“Fuck,” you scremed when he slid his cock into you slowly. You tipped your head back to release another loud moan from your trembling lips as he pushed deeper inside your pussy, stretching your walls thin to fit around him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll turn into my little slut by the end out the night,” he whispered as he pulled out of you and slammed inside you. “I’m going to make this pussy mine.” He began to move his hips, setting a brutal pace which caused his balls to slap against your wet cunt. You could feel the tip of his cock touching your cervix with every harsh thrust of his slim hips. You cried when your cunt squeezed his cock and snuggled tightly around him.

He was so deep and he was hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You were right early, he definitely knew how to make a woman cry on his dick, because now he has you wailing. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head yet again as your breathing increased. Your heart started to beat heavily against your chest. “Fuck, Gojo.”

“Satoru,” he whispered in your ear. His mouth began to nibble on your earlobe. “So fucking tight baby,” he whispered as he to ram his throbbing stiff cock inside your warm cunt. He groaned as he pulled his body away from yours to angle his hips to hit further into you.Your back arched forward when you felt his cock hitting the deepest parts of your pussy.

You can feel him pushing you into the mattress while wrapping your throat with his free hand. Your forehead was wet, and tears were pouring from your eyes. You bite down on your already bloated lips. You were experiencing an incredible sense of well-being. Your hips rose from the bed to my forceful thrust, and your toes curled up from the ecstasy you were experiencing.

“How is my baby slut feeling?” He whispered as he gazed down at you with lust clouding his eyes. His white hair bounced against his forehead with every movement of his hips. Some hair even managed to stick to the side of his face from all the sweat that was trickling down his face.

He fucking called me a baby slut, you thought. Simply hearing him insult you with such sweet yet cruel words caused your pussy to leak around his cock and drip down your bottom, staining the red sheets in the process. “So fucking… good,” you cried as your pussy clenched around his cock and suck him back in whenever he pulled out of your aching pussy. “So good.”

“Yeah, I know,” he whispered above you, thrusting harder, fucking you faster. His hand locked itself tightly around your neck. If you weren’t so lost within your mind you would be able to see the veins popping against his arms with how hard he was gripping your throat.

It felt fantastic, almost like he was about to choke you. You wanted him to choke you even more because he was so good. You were frantically gasping for oxygen as white flashes started to obscure your eyesight. Your hands began to strain against the rope, but his grip was so terribly tight around your wrist that you could feel his nails piercing your skin.

“Ugh,” you screamed as your body lurched from the bed once more, but you were quickly brought back down with the grip that he had around your throat. “Too much,” you repeatedly cried as he thrust more forcefully and deeper than you thought possible.

Your heels dug themselves into the mattress and you tried to pull away from his brutal thrust. He chuckled at your silly attempt at running from him as he slowly pulled out of you. He then pressed against your cheek and whispered, “Why are you running?” before slamming his cock back into your pussy. A scream was ripped from your lungs, your body began to shake; thighs began to tremble beneath him and your pussy was spasming.

You screamed, "Slow down, slow down," but he did not listen to you. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your wet cunt filled the room. His masculine cologne's aroma and the odor of sex increased your level of arousal.

“Mhm,” he groaned. His mouth coming down to meet yours with a rough kiss. His tongue easily slips past your lips and he was kissing you messily. Your body jerks with every deep, shallow and hard thrust. Your breasts were also bouncing and rubbing against his broad chest. Your mind was becoming numb; incoherent noise left your beautiful lip.

This should not have been happening. You were being fucked dumb by a guy you’ve met inside a party only hours ago. "Fuck baby if you keep squeezing my cock like that I'll cum," he whispered against your lips. He grunted and snapped his his faster. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and your body couldn’t help but to tremble when his cock twitched inside of you. He wanted to cum. Your warm, juicy tight pussy was too much for him to handle.

But he wasn’t ready to come as yet, not until he made you cum on his cock more times than you can count. And by the look that was on your face, he knew that you were about to cum.

And you too because you could feel the familiar coils tighten in your tummy. “I wanna cum, fuck… I wanna cum.” He grunted, removing his hand from your neck and rubbing his finger across your aching clit to push you toward your climax. He continued to penetrate you through your climax as you yell, utterly losing sight as you release yourself in the joy of your orgasm. To prevent himself from arriving too soon, his hips somewhat slowed down.

Eventually he pulled out of your and quickly hopped off the bed. You felt him grabbed onto your wrist and he began to untie you. You were so caught up in your post orgasm, you didn’t even realise that he took down more of his toys until he told you to put some on.

“Huh?” you said as you looked over at him to see him holding up a full body harness. “I thought we were…”

“Put this on baby I’m not done fucking you,” he said while licking his lips.

“Satoru…” you whispered as you took the harness from him.

“Go ahead,” he said and you watched as he slipped on a gold cock ring around his cock. “Fuck I didn’t think I’ll be using a cock ring for fuck sakes. But god damn your fucking pussy is fucking me up.” He watched you now as you thoughtless put the harness on and then you laid back down on the bed. “Your pussy is so fucking great.”

“Satoru? What are you going to do?” you asked as you watched as he picked up a riding crop and walked over to you.

He smiled, “You said you wanted to play with me and my toys. Now that the easy part is over, it’s time for me to really play with your pretty body. So do I have your consent?”

“Yes..”

…

“Satoru,” you huffed and he groaned as he pressed into you some more.

“I’m deep huh?” he breathed. “Do you wanna cum for me one last time tonight baby?”

“Sa-Satoru,” you whined, gripping onto the sheets tightly. He pulled out finally after fucking and pulling orgasm after orgasm right out of you, he was taking his cock ring off. These past few moments have been hell for you.

A hell that you sort of like. Well, no you loved those moments. Gojo had been fucking your pussy rentlessly, even made an attempt to fuck your ass, but he said he’ll try for another day since your ass was too tight. And he didn’t have the time to stretch you out with his fingers.

Your ass was even burning from all the time he spanked you with the riding crop and let us not forget about the harness that was digging into your flesh.

“Hold on just a bit longer for me baby, it’ll be over now, you just gotta be patient and let me cum,” he said as he pushed all the way inside of you again and it made you gasp.

He backed up only to push into you once more. He was deeper than you had ever experienced. Notably, he slowed down, moving his hips in languid strokes that made you weak in the knees and encouraged him with the wet sounds from your pussy. He placed his palm on your back as you wailed, pushed you back down, and again inserted the arch in your back. He continued to move softly, easing you into it while seeing how your sex lured him inside of you. You were drenched, and just by looking at you, he wanted to offer you everything.

Your muffled whimpers got louder as you started to lean back into his thrusts once again. He heard you curse in reaction, so he tightened his hold and accelerated his speed. There was nothing you could do but bury your face in the pillows and groan as his pelvis repeatedly slammed against your ass.

“I’m close baby,” he said and gave you a hard thrust which made you gasp. He fucked you more roughly and quickly. The searing smack of skin against flesh grew louder as the bed trembled. You were scarcely able to breathe because it felt so amazing. As he reached the end of you, every sting of pain was instantly satisfied with mind-numbing pleasure. He violently whacked your behind with the riding crop, causing you to wail. Every time he hit that spot inside of you that made your body even hotter, he was forcing the breath out of you, causing you to gasp. Your waterline was pinched by tears, so you squeezed your eyes shut to block them out.

You really wanted to alert him that you were close, but all you could muster was a sigh as he started fiddling with your clit. The muscles in your thighs tense up. Gojo smiled as he observed your shaking.

“Such a good fucking girl. So fuucking good,” he praised. The praise made you shiver. Being a people-pleaser at heart, you began fucking him back while sliding your hips to meet him in the middle and squeezing him inside of you. You gritted your teeth in resistance to the bite and took pleasure in Gojo's wounded sound as his cock head impacted the end of you.

“Come for me, Y/N,”he said. You experienced an overwhelming orgasm. A harsh, ragged sound that emanated from the very centre of your existence was your moaning. Gojo cursed as he felt your pussy clench violently. Although his rhythm was a mess and he was only attempting to get off, he made a deep, almost growling noise as he continued to fuck you. He grabbed hold of your hips and drew you back into him as he came. He drew you close to him, and you could feel his hands shaking . Your tummy was flush with the bed when he pushed you down, and it was so thrilling to hear him groan as he did it.

He quietly hissed at the sensation as he moved away from you. You also made a gentle humming noise. He observed your thighs' tiny twitch as he peered down at your body. The sickeningly soft feeling was back in his chest as well, which was far worse. He couldn't help but kiss the back of you. You extended your body for him, clearly savouring the affection.

You were beat, so fucking done. And all you wanted to do was sleep now.

…

“Open up,” Gojo said as he placed a bottle against your lips. “Drink, it’ll help to clear your throat up a bit.”

With hazy eyes, you did as you were told. Slowly open up your lips to drink whatever it was in the bottle. He pulled the bottle away from your lips soon after and gave you another piece of chocolate to eat.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. You tried to speak, you really did but it seemed as if you had forgotten your words. He must have noticed this because he chuckled when you nodded your head yes. “You scream so beautifully for me tonight. Was it too much for you?” he asked as he rubbed your thighs.

You shook your head no.

“God, give me a kiss,” he said and you did exactly so. “I’ll let you rest and then we can get you cleaned up.” You shook your head yes and he smiled. He continued to feed you chocolate and flavoured water to help give you a boost of energy.

You needed it.

“Did you have fun?” he asked as he started to massage your neck and then your wrist, that had bruises on them. But it was not from the rope it was actually from how hard he was holding your hands when he had you in a reverse cowgirl position.

“Mhm,” you hummed and shook your head yes.

“I’m glad,” he said and kissed your cheek. “You know we can have lots more fun like that together, but only if you want to. No, I want you to.” He heard you humming as if you were trying to say something. But he knew you couldn't, you had somehow forgotten all your words. “I know we just met, but honestly I like you. And I want more than just a normal friendship now. I wanna see you again. I want to make you my slut. But I want to make you my baby girl. Just think about it. I’ll wait until the morning and then we can talk about this.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed and nodded in agreement.

For the rest of the night he gave you the best aftercare before taking you inside his room and wrapped you both up in the sheets to sleep naked. And if so be it, have sex when they wake up in the morning.

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Hey saw your post about weight loss and I'm a big fan and it makes total sense. Just curious how being overweight affects pregnancy. I feel like because I'm overweight I'm going to have a high risk pregnancy. Not pregnant at all right now but it's been on my mind lately

Oh boy. Weight in pregnancy is a WHOLE other topic, and not in my wheelhouse--I haven't delivered a baby in over two years now. (They love to show up at 3am and I love sleeping.) The short answer is that if you gain more than the recommended amount of weight during pregnancy, baby is also likely to be bigger, and that's a problem because your pelvis is not capable of expanding, so you run a higher risk of shoulder dystocia, which is where the baby actually jams in the pelvis on the way out, which is typically fatal to the baby within 5 minutes if we can't get them out because they can't breathe and their umbilical blood supply is cut off so the oxygen is not available. There is also a higher risk for gestational diabetes, aka high blood sugars in pregnancy, which also raises the risk of a larger baby. HOWEVER, a lot of this raises questions current research doesn't really answer--are fatter people at more risk in pregnancy because they're fat, or are they fat because they're high-risk? And a lot of people who deliver babies, whether they're OBs or family medicine or midwives or, God help us, lay midwives, will go full-on raging fatphobia, which makes it difficult to parse out genuinely helpful advice from terrible bullshit. Obstetrics in general is the least evidence-based medical field, because no one wants to be the asshole who ran a study that somehow hurt babies, so instead we just fumble around blindly in the dark a lot of the time going "well this SHOULD work" and hoping. Also, racism! Huge thing in obstetrics. Black women have 4 times the risk of dying in pregnancy/childbirth as white women, and of course racism and fatphobia dovetail, where fat Black women get treated particularly badly by the medical establishment.

Long story short, the best way to prepare for possible pregnancy is to take the best possible care of YOU--that means exercise and eating lots of veggies, not because that will make you thin, but because it improves your blood vessel and heart health, your bone health, your stash of nutrients that baby will raid during development, your muscle strength, and so on. And take the time BEFORE you want to get pregnant to find a doctor who delivers babies (whether that's an OB/GYN or a family doctor) who treats you like a human being.

And, controversially, I do think it's best to have a doctor for most pregnancies. Not because midwives can't provide excellent care, but because obstetrics is all about the situations where something goes wrong, and we are very bad at predicting who will have something go wrong. The worst delivery I was ever in looked fine on paper. First-time mom, dilated fine, pushing went great, no problems on the fetal heart monitor, baby descended just fine. Then baby crowned, got shoulder dystocia, my attending had to take over for me and do the maneuvers to free the baby, baby comes out and has to go straight to resuscitation, and I look back over at mom to realize more blood is coming out of her vagina than should immediately after delivery, by A LOT, and we almost had to call a massive tranfusion protocol for her. She hemorrhaged 2 liters of blood in minutes. Then she developed post-partum preeclampsia, which can be fatal if you don't have medical management right there. We had to put her on a magnesium drip to prevent seizures. That was the worst delivery I ever did, and I'm counting the 17-year-old primipara (first-time mom) I worked with while a med student, who delivered in the back-ass of nowhere, spoke Spanish only with an attending doctor who spoke English only in a hospital that didn't bother with interpreters until active labor, and needed forceps, a technique fewer and fewer doctors even practice. No epidural. Forceps without an epidural is, no joke, something that scares me to the point where I simply would not do an unblocked birth.

One of the major causes of maternal death is hemorrhage. If you have an IV in someone's arm pouring in fluid, you can survive with as little as about 1/7th of your original blood. Red blood cells can do a LOT of heavy lifting. And that buys you time for someone to get up to Labor & Delivery from the first floor with the on-hand packed red blood cells that then go into the IV and save your life. Blood transfusions are life-saving, and they are life-saving every single day in the US.

And hemorrhage risk goes up with subsequent babies. Someone giving birth for the first time is at higher risk for a lot of things, but someone giving birth for the 5th time who figures they're OK with a home birth because their other births went fine can bleed out in minutes.

I don't like or trust the medical establishment, and I think OB care has a LONG way to go in the US, because we create PTSD in about 11% of people who give birth. Maternal PTSD is far more prevalent in the US than combat PTSD. I would still have a medical doctor be my obstetrical care provider, because I don't want to die like that.

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lilhwahwa · 2 years

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heart swindler - J.WY (Part 1)

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Female Pronouns Conwoman reader! x Conman Wooyoung! Enemies to Lovers. Angst. Fluff. Smut.

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The night club was jam packed this Saturday night. You could recognize some rap song blasting through the bass-boosted speakers, blurring out the sounds of people around you. The clubs in the central area had no motivation in making a good mix for the night, rather re-using anything that could be considered loud and sexual enough.

There were often times you wondered what name to put to your career. Some people from your past would scream conwoman…

Your eyes scan the gray and black newspaper as a small smirk spreads over your lips.

“Young woman conned man out of half a million dollars, read page five”

Anonymous: This is how much your husband loves you *image*.

Anytime now…you thought and the loud chime of your phone ran through the luxurious hotel room just a few seconds later. You smirk and reach over to answer.

“I will kill you, you fucking bitch. You ruined my marriage- my career! I trusted a fucking conwoman” the older man that had so unfourtnarely been your previous target, curses in disbelief.

The words didn’t affect you anymore, hell you were in the luxurious hotel room thanks to his money to begin with, he could curse you all he wanted.

“Well, learn not to fuck women other than your wife, thought I doubt she will let you near her again” you replied with a dry chukle, hanging up to block the number. Time to change phones…