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silent-sanctum · 4 months

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would like to request jotaro with f!reader who has a very sensitive waist... and he accidentally finds out when they get attacked by a stand user and he grabs her by the waist to get out of the way and she accidentally moans and he realizes 😏also stardust crusaders setting

Sooo hey 👋 Sorry I just got to you anon. The time you sent this request was when I was still knee-deep in school work (and i thought my requests were closed) but I figured I should make you a short fic regardless. Enjoy!

Sensitive - Jotaro x Reader

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There were a lot of things you never knew about yourself and unfortunately this was one of them.

Apparently, your reception to touch was sensitive… really sensitive to the point where one tiny poke would make you jump and squeal like a child, or one cut on your arm would sting like hell.

But there was also that one embarrassing discovery about that skin sensitivity that your head wouldn’t let you forget. Ever.

An enemy Stand had ambushed the Crusaders in the middle of the desert and the group had to deal with the problem before the person could do something worse. This Stand’s ability in particular was simple and it involved homing projectiles that were persistent on tracking its target down for a solid minute or two.

The user was cocky enough to let himself be seen by everyone at a distance, confident that you won’t be able to survive the multiple flying arrows shooting around and about.

You had suggested that Avdol and Kakyoin be the one to deal with the enemy since their Stand’s attacks were long-ranged and able to release their own projectiles back, and to create that opening the others could distract the arrows away from them.

For a while, the plan worked. The two managed to make them invisible from the sensors of the arrows, and for them to chase after you, Jotaro, Polnareff, and Mr. Joestar instead. The whole situation grew more annoying than threatening the longer this went on, constantly having to dodge and duck every new second maybe even deflect some of them if possible.

And for some reason, even if you did well so far evading the homing projectiles, it didn’t occur to you that while you dodged one arrow, you forgot the other heading straight for you.

“Y/N!”

And this was the moment you remembered with vivid recollection.

In an instant, you gasped as a strong arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you back, barely missing the sharp tip zipping past you. Oh, someone just pulled me away from death. You figured because that was over, the arm would let go. It didn’t.

“Hey I think you can-” You turned to the person who pulled you away and paused immediately, heat creeping up your neck when you realized that it was Jotaro who did it- your crush ever since meeting that first time during a group project. And it just occurred to you that again… his arm secured itself around your waist.

And it looked like he hadn’t noticed that he didn’t let you go yet. Knowing that it was him holding you combined with the fact that a simple press of your waist was sending jolts and jolts of tingling sensation throughout your veins made you feel like a fuming mess. “Uhm-”

“Watch out,” You couldn’t say what you needed to say when he jumped out of the way of another arrow with you still in his grip, and there was that one spot that got touched when his arm tightened just then that sent another mind tingling feel under your skin. You had to bite your tongue to not do anything inappropriate. He should let go before this gets worse.

But Jotaro still hadn’t noticed you were still in his arm, too focused on eyeing every single projectile flying around, but you couldn’t entirely focus on them when you were feeling many things at once with every second his arm continued to press against the sensitive sides of your waist.

All it took was another arrow aimed at you for the infamous memory to happen.

Jotaro tugged you in, holding you with both arms and pressing your whole body against his chest when multiple arrows zipped past you.

But with the strong pressure around your body, together with every inch of your heated skin now brushing up against the muscled frame of the delinquent, you couldn’t hold back the audible moan you held in for the longest time, breathy and unintentionally prolonged.

You froze.

As did Jotaro.

And an ice cold bucket of water washed you when you realized what happened. In an instant, heat rushed up your neck and flooded the entirety of your face and ears, and you couldn’t even hide yourself when your arms are trapped to your side. He didn’t look any better with the way he couldn’t move at all with those red-tipped ears and tightened lips.

It didn’t click to both of you that Kakyoin managed to take down the enemy Stand user and that the group gathered to recollect themselves after that inconvenience.

Awkwardly, you finally stepped out of his hold and cleared your throat. “Uh, I- well- the team’s done so…”

Without looking at you, Jotaro shoved his hands into his pockets, feigning casualness as if he hadn’t blushed as well. “Looks like it…”

“I’m just gonna, you know… head on over there… with the others.” You chuckled nervously.

He nodded and so you bolted, still fuming with shame and disbelief.

Now you can’t think of any way you could approach Jotaro after that.

It would be alright if the group kept moving and everyone’s minds would eventually forget what just happened, but unfortunately for you, traversing at night was a bad idea and god forbid you were to sleep under the scorching daylight sun.

Mr. Joestar managed to get the group to a small town and book out 3 rooms with the same room arrangements done during your stay at Singapore… where you get to share the room with the one person you still didn’t know how to talk to up to now.

Though before any of you could get some shut eye, you all had your dinner first at a nearby eatery without any rude interference of enemies.

I have to clear things up with him. I don’t think I can handle this weird energy of when it’s just us in one room again. Just as Mr. Joestar went to talk things with the cashier and most probably negotiate for a discount, you steeled your resolve and let out a deep exhale.

You timed your approach just as the guys stood from their seats and strode towards the delinquent with all the courage you mustered for the past hours. “Hey,” you started, reaching forward to grab the flap of his school uniform and drawing his attention to you, a brow raised.

Upon eye contact, you hitched your breath for a moment before speaking your mind out. “About earlier, listen… that sound came out involuntarily. You see, I’m sensitive to touch so there’s that too. If that made you uncomfortable, then I’m sorry.”

Jotaro continued to stare, waiting if you had more to say. And you grew even more flustered. “H-Hey! You kept on holding onto me even after pulling me away from that arrow! I could have done just as well as before if you were aware of you keeping me hostage.”

“I was aware.”

Huh?

“You thought I forgot to let you go?” He scoffed. “I’m not that dense. What if I wanted you to make that sound on purpose?”

“Y-You…” On purpose?! Once again, your cheeks fumed a bright red.

“Looks like I made you flustered this time,” To make matters worse, he walked a few more steps towards you, leaning down until his face was beside your ear to whisper into it. “That’s what you get for teasing me all this time on our way here. Don’t think I’m through with you just yet.”

Jotaro pulled back with an obvious, slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned around, amused and satisfied at your current state. “I’ll see you back in the room.” And as if he wanted to hit the nail on the coffin one last time, you yelped a bit too loud when a pair of hands grabbed your waist out of nowhere, pressing in.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, glaring at Star Platinum as he returned to his user with a wide grin meant to imply Jotaro’s delight in turning you into this blushing mess.

“Don’t think I’m through with you just yet.” “I’ll see you back in the room.”

I can’t believe this. You scoffed, hands on your hips as your head remained heated and red. Fucking hell. “That bastard.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

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muffinlance · 1 year

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Fic Rec: fruit pies; gooey centers by zippe

Summary:

“Am I getting old?” He thinks aloud, framing it as a question and glancing over at Zuko for an answer.

The kid makes a face. “You’re like 116. You’ve been old.”

Aang clutches at his chest and stumbles as if he’s been struck. “You wound me, my Prince.”

That finally gets a tiny smile out of Zuko, who shoves him with a blast of wind to Aang’s back.

“Good.”

Aang is 16 and carrying a lot of weight. Zuko is turning 13 and ready to help share the load

Read on AO3

#fic rec #avatar the last airbender #atla #they only have four comments #a tragedy I trust we can fix #Aang #Zuko

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helleboretks · 1 year

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Cocky, Until He’s Not

This is a Lee!Dazai and Ler!Chuuya bsd tickle fic. If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

Summary: Another one of Chuuya getting revenge on Dazai, but what if it happened during their Sokouku Days?

FunFact: This was my first ever tickle fic, so lols to all of this-

People would be surprised how long Chuuya waited for this specific moment.

Three weeks of nothing but dealing with his partner’s agitating behavior, mentally noting every insult, every jest, every tease and taunt, filing it away for this scenario. He needed his revenge for the countless times Dazai’s fucked with him on such a constant.

He hadn’t known how until he came to Dazai’s best friend for advice.

“He’s actually freakishly ticklish, if that gives you something to go off of.”

Bless Sakunosuke’s heart, Chuuya swore to God.

It was the best thing he could have ever found out, no matter how embarrassing it sounds. This was information he was sure as hell Dazai would rather take to the grave than to give him even a hint about, but now that Chuuya knew this? Oh boy, he was going to abuse this for the rest of his life.

Who would have ever thought? Dazai Osamu, king of annoying, Demon Prodigy and most stoically ridiculous asshole ever, ticklish? It was glorious, a weakness Chuuya could utilize at any moment. His heaven, even.

And he’s going to milk it for all it’s worth the first time around. Chuuya waited, counting up the piles of teases and taunts Dazai spewed at him so recklessly, counting each one, each reason-good reason-, to absolutely demolish this son of a bitch. And now that he had a mountain, it was time to find the right opportunity to strike.

It was so much easier than he thought it’d be, and he loved it.

Dazai was just going at his teases again, following Chuuya, poking and prodding at his nerves like second nature (and it probably was by now), sticking his tongue at him, calling him names in which Chuuya would fire back. It was their usual banter, as always. At least, until Dazai made a comment.

“You’re soooo tiny,” Dazai laughed, pointing to his bandaged neck, “You wouldn’t even reach my neck in five years time!” Chuuya had growled at him before the bulb went off, to which he smirked, and leaned back, pulling his hands from his pockets. And with all the confidence he could muster in that moment, he blurted,

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

Dazai blanked for all of three seconds, before letting out an actual squeal and stepping back rapidly, clearly caught off guard by the declaration. “A-And where in the world did you get that idea from?!” he tried to save himself, he really did, but the all too obvious blush on his face gave it away. The fact that he could get Dazai to react so genuinely gave Chuuya so much satisfaction, you’d think he’d leave it at that.

Well, of course he fucking wouldn’t. Dazai was just tempting him now.

“Oooh yes, I know your secret, Mackerel.” Chuuya smugly replied, lifting up his hands as his grin sharpened. Dazai visibly paled. Hilarious.

“Fucking. Run.” Dazai didn’t need to be told twice, spinning on his heel and making a mad dash like Chuuya’s never seen before. But, as much as the other ran, Chuuya didn’t even feel a hint of worry. Why? Well, did you really think Dazai was the most physically capable out of both of them?

He let Dazai get some distance just to build up tension, knowing how his partner had such a love/hate relationship with anticipation. He took off after him soon though, forgoing his ability just to make this chase that little bit more interesting.

“Dazai~!” Chuuya shouted tauntingly, getting a loud ‘GO AWAY, CHIBI!’ in response, yet it only made the ginger scoff. The duo were bolting down the halls before long, Dazai crashing into walls and bursting through doors, not seeming to give a rat’s ass about the employees he was disturbing with all the ruckus.

And Chuuya was hot on his tail, bouncing off the walls (Figuratively and literally) in vengeful glee as he zipped past those same employees, who looked beyond confused. He’s pretty sure they, or more like Dazai, knocked over more shipping boxes than necessary, and they ended up coming to one of those big storage sectors, conveyor belts transporting big cargo down to the PM’s ship docs.

Dazai was hurtling over boxes, climbing them like a rabid monkey as Chuuya simply used his gravitation to bound up them all in one go, slamming onto the box above Dazai and thoroughly startling the maniac, who let out a sharp yelp at his sudden appearance.

“NO!! Get away, get away! This is why I hate stupid dogs!” Dazai cried, immediately fleeing as he jumped down the boxes, and Chuuya laughed rather maniacally, seeing all the panic and irritation in Dazai for once instead of himself.

“You’re avoiding the inevitable, you bastard!” Chuuya hollered, jumping down and following Dazai, who fled for the exit like there would be no tomorrow if he didn’t.

He flung the door open, only to shriek and stumble back before he could get slammed into by another employee carrying boxes and metal beams, and Chuuya snorted at his attempt to stay up right. His knees were shaking like jelly, and Chuuya could only suspect it was from the situation he threw himself into.

Somehow he was able to squeeze past, and Chuuya waited another second or two once that employee was gone before he gave chase again, skidding around the corner he saw Dazai dash ‘round.

“ODASAKUUUU!!!” Oh, just Chuuya’s luck! Seems like Dazai found his friend (and semi-traitor) in the common room, throwing himself behind the older one and pointing at Chuuya accusatively.

“Get him to leave me alone!!! Oh my God he’s trying to kill meeee!!” Dazai screamed as Chuuya skidded to a halt right in front of Sakunosuke, who seemed taken aback by what he suddenly found himself in the middle of.

“C’mon! You can take it! You’re the Demon Prodigy, what’s a little bit of wiggling fingers gonna do?” Chuuya grinned, the duo falling into a stumbling dance of side-stepping around Sakunosuke, who let out a small huff of amusement from their shenanigans.

“Dazai?” Said boy stiffened with a squeak, yet found it hard not to break eye contact with Chuuya when it was his friend calling him. “He’s a bad dog!” Dazai whined pitifully, shuffling some more and shrieking when Chuuya almost nicked his side. So close!

However, that near nick seemed to kick off the giggles in that fiend, who desperately covered his quivering smile and shivered all the same. (Chuuya refuses to admit how his heart beat faster at the sight).

“Oda! Ohoda, Oda, Oda, hehelp me! Help me, Jesus Chrihist!!” Dazai begged, tugging at Sakunosuke’s sleeve ridiculously. Chuuya and Sakunosuke shared a glance, and the older one smiled.

“Alright.”

Dazai screeched like a banshee when Oda grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him back-first into Chuuya’s awaiting arms, and he immediately started writhing, regret has never been clearer in his eyes.

“Odasaku you traitor!! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck y-AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Chuuya actually laughed at the desperate scream that left Dazai’s open mouth when he started pinching his sides, the other squirming as he dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable giggling.

“Hey, it was bound to happen eventually.” Sakunosuke shrugged, as casual as ever even as his friend was being tortured right in front of him. “Aaaaand thank you for the gift, Sakunosuke-san!” Chuuya grinned, adjusting his grip and lifting the squealing mess of a Mafioso up, who leaned back as far as he could go as Chuuya’s fingers danced across his sides, legs kicking like crazy as he laughed.

“Anytime.” Spoke the low rank, who Dazai mustered up the will to flip the bird at. Chuuya kissed his teeth, fingers skittering across his belly experimentally, satisfied with the squeal he ripped from the other.

“I hahahahate yohohohou! FACK!!” Dazai screamed once Sakunosuke had taken his leave, Chuuya stumbling back from the sheer intensity of this boy’s flailing. “Jesus Christ, ya jackass! Would you stop squirming so much?” Chuuya huffed, walking backwards towards the couch of the common room.

“Thehehehen stooop!” Dazai whined between giggles, shaking his head rapidly before letting out a strangled gasp when he was unceremoniously dumped onto the couch. Chuuya didn’t waste a second, hopping onto Dazai’s thighs as the other threw his hands out, probably to attempt to stop Chuuya.

However, he did not account for Chuuya going for his underarms.

He clamped down immediately, convulsing where he was as his laughter grew more frantic, a string of cusses even Chuuya would be proud of spilling from giggling lips. He tried to stomp against the other arm of the couch, hoping to distract himself from the ticklish sensations, but he could barely move his legs with Chuuya sitting on them.

“Gehehehehet off mehe, you fahahat fuck!” Chuuya let out a choked gasp, offended that the other even had the gall to say that to him. “How the hell am I fat!? That just adds to the list of bullshit you put me through. More tickles for you.”

Dazai tried to let out a frustrated groan, but could barely get it out before his laughter got even louder when Chuuya flicked teasing fingers down to his hip, immediately peaking Chuuya’s interest.

“You are just one big damn tickle spot, aren’t ya?” Dazai frantically shook his head, yet that had to be the biggest lie he’s ever seen from the other. “Oh really now? Well it seems to me that you are, Mr.Squeak-sir-lot.” Dazai practically wheezed at the nickname, and Chuuya made sure to engrave that reaction into his memory.

“Now that I think about it, there’s one itty bitty spot I wanna try.” Chuuya casually mentioned, fingers walking up and down from the ribs to the hips as Dazai grabbed his wrist.

But he didn’t pull at it though.

So, he was enjoying this, wasn’t he? (How adorable…)

“Oh, well now you’ve just given yourself away, ya dumbass!” Chuuya grinned, hand darting up to attack Dazai’s neck.

And oh God, the scream that left him was more deafening than a triggered grenade.

He bucked and squirmed like a bull, squealing and laughing from his very gut. The words he wanted to say got jumbled and lost in giggles and laughter as Chuuya wiggled his fingers into the side of his neck, drilling and poking like rapid-fire all the while.

The first few tears of joy slipped down from his eyes, disappearing into his hairline as he snorted. That laugh was just so squeaky and dorky, down right hilarious, Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh along.

But at some point he did end up giving the other a bit of mercy, dying down to feather-light touches along his shoulders to the very base of his neck, eliciting squeaky little giggles from the mafioso. “I hahahate you, chihihibi. I swehehear.” Dazai gasped after a while as Chuuya rolled his eyes.

“Feeling’s mutual, partner.” Chuuya bit back playfully, only to blink a bit when he noticed the bandages over Dazai’s right eye begin to slip and slide. The other didn’t seem to care as much as Chuuya thought, simply scrunching up his shoulders and turning his head more to escape the tingly sensations.

“What? Never been tickled senseless before?” Chuuya opted to ignore it as well, Dazai letting out a scoff through feverish giggling, as if that would suddenly bring back his reputation to Chuuya as that stoic, constantly bothersome, moody Mafia man. Or boy. Whatever.

“Yohohou’re not even t-tryihihing that hahard.” Dazai snickered, and Chuuya used that opportunity to give a face of fake (and definitely a little real) offense. “Excuse me, you bitch? You were laughing so hard you couldn’t even speak a few times, what do you mean I ‘wasn’t even trying’???” Dazai chuckled, sticking his tongue out as Chuuya finally ceased his ministrations. And Dazai actually thought the other had had enough with him, but oh boy was he wrong.

Why? Well…

How was he supposed to react when Chuuya shoved his hands under his shirt and onto bandaged skin!?!? The bandages didn’t do a thing to stop it, either!

He let out a cry, retracting his tongue as he flung his head back, cackling crazily. “OW OW OHOW, MY TOHOHOHONGUE!! CHIBI I FUHUHUCKING BIT MY TOHOHOHOHONGUE, NAHAHAHAHA!!!” Chuuya snorted and laughed at his partner’s dilemma, who didn’t know whether to wince in pain or continue laughing like a hyena. Apparently, his body decided both were an option. This is probably the most Dazai’s ever cursed in months, he isn’t even going to lie.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T, CHUUYA I CAN’T-I CAN’T, FUHUHUHUHUCK!!” Chuuya raised a brow mockingly, asking, “Can’t what, Mr. Squeaks? Ya gotta speak up, I can’t hear you through all the white noise!”

“STAHAHAHAHAP, I CAN’T STAHAHAP, CHUUYAAAAA!!!” Dazai screamed, and the shorter boy’s face lit up at the opportunity the other handed to him on a golden platter.

“You can’t stop? Holy shit, you can’t stop the feeling! You Can’t stop the feeling~!” Dazai was snorting and laughing as Chuuya sang that lyrical parody to him over and over again, skittering all along his ribs and scritch-scratching at every space in between that he could find that made Dazai positively lose his crap.

Dazai was wheezing at this point, tears falling down from so much stimulation, yet he couldn’t tell if he wanted more or not. He was slapping at Chuuya’s bicep, cackling mindlessly as he squirmed and struggled weakly, feeling drained as the seconds ticked on.

At this rate, Chuuya could see the other was close to going crazy.

The moment Chuuya knew the other had reached his limit was when he started hiccuping.

Hiccups within quick succession of one another littered his laugh when Chuuya touched onto his hips again, skin on skin contact making it so much worse for the taller as he flung his head around wildly. It was as if he lost complete rationality, dizzy from the sensations.

“M-ME-MERCIHIH-HIC-IHI, P-PLE-HIC-EASE CHU-HIC-CHUUYAH-HAHAHA!!!” Chuuya decided then that the other finally had enough, slowing to a stop and allowing Dazai to sink into the couch, panting heavily as his laughter was gradually reduced to feverishly desperate giggles and gasps for air. Chuuya let out a victorious laugh, taking in the poor mafioso’s expression.

He wasn’t really paying much attention to Dazai’s face then, so it was only when he got a good look at him that Chuuya finally took notice of his loose bandages from before, and by that he meant he had no idea where the hell they went. But now he’s got a giggling, gasping Dazai shivering under him, two eyes of vibrantly dark brown gazing up with the brightest blush he’d ever seen.

It was precious. Dangerously precious.

And the wobbly little smile on the taller's face was doing things to his heart, unfortunately.

“Y-you’re staring~...” Dazai whispered, but he also seemed to try and avert his gaze, if only a little, subtle as always. Chuuya kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to throw out one of his normal insults when-

“HIC-”

The two stared at each other for what might have been hours, but was only a few seconds. Quickly, Dazai shot up (and almost headbutt Chuuya in the process, but avoided it) and covered his mouth as another hiccup erupted from him. Then another, and another, and another-holy shit.

“You did not just get the hiccups.” Chuuya scoffed, holding back his own chuckles as Dazai tried to retort, only ending up with another, much squeakier hiccup. His blush reappeared tenfold, body jerking from each hiccup as Chuuya’s restrained snickers grew at the other’s dilemma.

“S-Stop laughing Chi-hic-Chibikko!” Dazai growled, batting at the ginger’s head as he continued to hiccup, and Chuuya continued to laugh at the other’s misery. This was probably the most embarrassment he’d ever seen on Dazai’s face, so he made sure to commit it to memory. He couldn’t not do that, now could he? It was so utterly adorable.

…He’ll just pretend he didn’t think that.

“C’mon, seriously?” Chuuya spoke between giggles, raising his hands to squish Dazai’s cheeks mockingly, the other weakly moving away to no avail. “Look at you! You’re hiccuping like a maniac, mackerel.” Chuuya smirked, letting his fingers fiddle just underneath Dazai’s chin and near his neck again, renewing some of those little giggles in him.

“Nohohohooo, no-hic-mohohore.” Dazai whined, but for once, he didn’t pull away, in fact, he did the opposite. He leaned into Chuuya’s touch when the other stopped the light teases, simply allowing Chuuya to hold his face.

The two stared at each other, and Chuuya wasn’t sure what to call this kind of atmosphere, (That was a lie, he knew it all too well, refusing to accept it). Dazai’s squishy cheeks in the palm of his hands, those dark brown eyes that held a different gleam to them than usual, and neither could truly look away. The moment was quiet save for Dazai’s hiccups, the moment was strange in every sense of the word, the moment was…

“This is oddly giving me sexual aftercare vibes right now-”

Ruined. Thanks to Dazai and his stupid mackerel mouth.

Chuuya simply decided to tickle him breathless for that one.

Not that he wouldn’t have done it again at some point.

#HBWriting #Lee!Dazai #Ler!Chuuya #If I have to I WILL create the bulk of all Lee!Dazai fics #don't test me XD #bsd #bsd tickle fic #skk

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purlturtle · 7 months

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Don't write a fic don't write a fic don't write a fic-

(ID: A series of tweets. First, one with a screenshot of a Tumblr post by user ayotofu that reads "time loop where i keep dying to save you but clearly the loop just wants me to accept your death. im not going to but i can tell that's what it wants", captioned by Twitter user santonaranja with "Don't write a fic don't write a fic don't write a fic-". Underneath that, twitter reply from me (purlturtle) to p_zippers who put this on my timeline, "Oh god could you imagine Helena Wells." To which Zipps replied "JANA. JANA DONT. JANA WHY. JANA WHY." /End ID)

#bering and wells #angst and pain

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piratekane · 27 days

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hey i’m the one who asked about asks regarding your writing- thank you so much for being so keen to help; the problem is i uhh simply collated you and performativezippers into one person. so i was looking for one of zipps’ writing tags on your blog about a zipps fic, while thinking back to both your bodies of work combined (your works are literally art okay i’ve literally dreamed about love thy neighbour once. just. you’ve occupied a solid portion of my brain space for years, with your writing. as a side note), and conversations had about them. so that is so much my bad! thanks for being so cool about helping. i hope you’re having a good day today! and having a clearer mind than me lol

@performativezippers, come get your anon

#i've always wanted to say that to someone!#don't worry anon i do not mind they are a great author and i hope you find the work you're looking for!

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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Loved ur last plus size reader fic! Could you do plus size personal assistant reader x Sebastian w/ the prompt “what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this?” Like a situation where he corners her in his movie trailer or something? He can be as dark as you please😈 thanks!!!

Thank you! I really appreciate that! ❤️

Sebastian Stan x Reader; dub!con, plussize!reader, marking, rough vaginal sex

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

It was your first day as PA on the movie, you were a replacement hire. You were in Mr. Stan's trailer, grabbing his phone that he had left in the trailer, spinning around and screaming when you saw him sitting on the couch. You clutched your hand to your chest, gasping, "You're lucky this thing isn't bouncing off your head!" as you waved his phone at him. "Jesus Mr. Stan, you scared the hell out of me."

He grinned at you and mockingly said, "Oh honey, I'm sorry, you're just too easy!" You stiffened and set his phone down very carefully on the table, before crossing your arms.

Sebastian looked like he was biting back a grin as he stood up, walking towards you, until he had you pressed up against the table. You had uncrossed your arms when he started approaching you, and now they were trapped between you, resting on his firm, but soft stomach.

"What's the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?" You could feel the muscles of his abs flexing beneath your hand, as he leaned his head down, to whisper in your ear, "Because you should be." He bit down on your neck, sucking a hickey as you bit back a moan, a whine slipping out instead as you wondered what was happening and why you weren't stopping it.

Sebastian released you, pushing you until you were kneeling on the couch, hands braced on the armrest. He took the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and letting you cast it aside as he unhooked your bra. It fell to the floor, as he grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down until your arms bent, tits pressing against the armrest painfully.

You tried to shift and he pinned you where you were, hand on the back of your neck turning to stone, hand gripping your hip so tight you knew it was bruising.

"Don't. Move," Sebastian muttered, and released you, reaching under you to undo your jeans, slapping your stomach lightly when you sucked it in, making you exhale in surprise. "I want you love, don't get shy on me now," he murmured, sliding your jeans and panties down to your knees. He rubbed two fingers along your folds, making you twitch.

You could hear him undo his zipper, and then you felt his dick pressing against you, his jeans open and grazing against your ass. He pushed in, in one quick move, fully sheathing himself as you screeched, stuffed completely full.

His hand was on the back of your neck again, holding you down as his hips snapped back and forth. "You're gonna take this baby, take it all until you can't, until you're begging me to stop. And then you're gonna take it some more."

You moaned, pressing your face into your fists, clenched hard on the arm of the couch, your tits getting squished every thrust, fabric of the couch dragging along your nipples. "Please Mr. Stan!" you cried, needing something.

"Yeah, that's it love, cry out my name, go on, you can say it," he murmured, hips smacking your ass as he kept thrusting, planting his foot on the couch and ramming into your spot.

"Sebastian!" you screamed, coming hard and fast, clenching down on his dick as your whole body shuddered. Your cunt was pulsing on him, making his hips stutter as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his.

"God," he groaned lowly, hands so tight on your hips you were going numb as he came, stilling deep inside your pussy. He released your neck, pulling out of you slowly and doing up his jeans before helping you up. Sebastian knelt down, pulling up your panties then jeans, buttoning and zipping them for you, fingers of one hand brushing your skin as he stood up, bra and shirt in his other.

"And now we get to work."

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