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[mrjelly]

Pirate Party

Mr Jelly x Reader

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes (nothing filthy…yet)

You are a teacher at a school Mr Jelly is hired to perform at. Despite having a bad day, the cantankerous clown is able to lighten your mood.

hope you enjoy the first part to this fic. More to come soon!

You slam the door of your bosses office behind you and march out to the front of the school. You hadn’t been working at Moloch Road Primary School long before your personality clashed with the headteacher. This time, however, the headteacher’s berating was understandable: one of the mothers overheard you calling a student in your class a nobhead to one of your colleagues. Your boss had brought you in to his office as soon as he was informed by the parent and you were swiftly scolded. It is true though, he is a nobhead, even if he is only ten.

The fresh air cooled your burning skin as you walked out towards the carpark. It was a bitter, grey afternoon but you couldn’t be in that building for a moment longer. You plunged your hands into your pockets for warmth and fell upon a packet of fags. Huffing out some pent up anger, you headed towards the back of the carpark and away from prying eyes. The children were all in lessons but you couldn’t be too careful, not knowing how many chances you had left with the headteacher.

Fishing the packet from your pocket and placing a cigarette between your lips, you scanned your eyes for one last check. All clear. Sparking your lighter, you held the flame to your face; feeling the heat on your nose.

Before you could light your cigarette, your eyes fell upon an unfamiliar sight.

A hearse? A hearse. In a primary school car park. You had seen it all. Lighting your fag and taking a long-needed drag, you chuckle at the thought. You walk towards the car slowly, hoping that there was nobody in the front (or back for that matter). Your eyebrows furrowed as you took another drag, noticing the back was full of boxes. “What the…” you trailed off, in total confusion. You slowly headed around the side of the car, unblinking between drags of your cigarette and your footsteps crunching in the gravel.

“Keeps… Kids... Quiet.” Your face turned to a baffled grimace. Is this some sick joke or are you actually about to discover some weirdo ready to pounce on kids at home time? You stared some time longer trying to understand what this is and peered through the back window to the boxes, again.

“Can I help you?” A passive aggressive voice barked, knocking you back in silence. Your eyes widened in shock, searching for the voice. You looked through the open car window to a man in terrible clown makeup. How could you have missed him in the front seat? He spoke again, noticing how startled you were.

“I’m not a nonce if thats what you are thinking.” His eyes were judgemental.

“Oh no i would never, i’m sorry.” you stumbled your words in an overcompensating kindness. What, so just because he says he isn’t a weirdo, you just let it slide? You offer a smile athough your eyes were still wide.

He hangs his arm out of the window and taps the car door, “Don’t worry,” he starts, staring directly at you, “I know how bad the writing looks, but I’ve actually been hired to perform for the kids, some treat for them or something the head said, I don’t know…” he rambled slightly, obviously trying to ease the tension.

“Oh right!” You offered still very wary. You raised your cigarette to your lips out of awkwardness only to discover it had gone out. Picking your lighter from your pocket your relit your cigarette, avoiding eye contact but you could feel his eyes watching your every move.

“What’s your deal, then?” he spat accusingly, “I saw you coming out the door all moody, now you’ve come over here pestering me!”

“Of course I had to come over, to see what a hearse is doing parked outside of a school.” You spat back, colour returning to your face. “And I was pissed off because i’ve just been shouted at by my boss.”

“What for?” He asked genuinely.

“Oh, just calling one of my students a nobhead.”

“Well they are aren’t they. Can’t stand kids.” He offered a half laugh.

“What? But you’re a clown, isn’t it part of the job?”

“Sewage workers exist, do you think they like sifting through shit all day? Anyway can I have a fag, i’m dying.” He asked before you could laugh, he had a strange, stinging sense of humour.

As you went to grab your packet, he began to step out of the car. You stood back to give him room and offered the cigarette his way. He took it in his mouth and lit it.

“Is it a pirate party?” you pointed to his hook.

“No, i’ve only got one hand.” He cut back monotonously. You laugh loud at his wit and take another drag.

“Its not funny, i’ve only got one hand.” he pulled up his sleeve slightly revealing a bandage beneath his hook.

“God I am so sorry. I thought you were joking.” You reached out slightly, hands up in defence and crimson flaring on your cheeks. Luckily, he didn’t linger on the conversation.

“Well, now you’re here, you can show me where i’m meant to be heading.” You dropped your cigarette and stamped it out.

“I’m Mr Jelly, by the way,”

You raised your head to see him smiling, “Im, Y/N.” You returned the smile and began leading him back to the school.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Oh great Miss L/N, you brought Mr Jolly.” The receptionist beamed.

“No! Miss L/N has brought Mr Jelly. Me and that Bas- Idiot are not the same! I’ve come here to do this show so even if you don’t want me to go on because im not Mr Jolly, you still have to pay me!” He spoke through grated teeth. You didnt realise how loud his voice had boomed until he had finished. There was a few moments of silence before she answered.

“Y/N, show him to the hall.” The receptionist’s face had turned to a stone glare, her voice now soured. She waved her hand at the clown in a dismissive manner and looked back down at her work.

You led the way giggling, turning back to Mr Jelly to take him in properly. There was something strangely attractive about this man, whether it be the mystery of him or the way he raised his voice to the receptionist. But something about him made you feel giddy.

“So this is me then, is it?”

“Yep, your grand stage awaits.” You shifted your feet and looked up at him. His eyes were a piercing blue and his lips, beneath the face paint, were full and. No I am not thinking that, you thought to yourself. You realised how close you were stood to Mr Jelly now and you moved backwards.

“I best be off, I have a lesson to cover. Good luck with the show.” You replied quickly and dashed off down the corridor.

“Well bye then!” He called shaking his head in confusion.

∗ ∗ ∗

You hadn’t been able to concentrate on the lesson you were teaching to the year 4’s. They were uncontrollable in their boredom when you were attempting to teach maths; knowing that the younger years were watching a clown show. Giving up, you had been letting them play a series of maths games on the whiteboard whilst your mind wandered.

You didn’t understand why you had been thinking about Mr Jelly so much, its not like you even knew what he looked like under that makeup. Or even what he was really like- you had only spoken to him for a few minutes and now you had been thinking about him non stop.

You kicked yourself whilst thinking over scenarios in your head: what you should have said, what he should have said… what the both of you should have done. Now you were never going to see him again and would never know if there was anything to come.

You brought your mind back to the present as the kids screamed and laughed at the game they were playing.

“Quieter please guys we don’t want Mr Lock coming in he will make you do real work!” you hushed in your teaching voice. The children erupting in boos and whines like a pantomime, continuing with the game quieter.

You put your head in your hands fed up and ready for the day to be over. Only half an hour, and it would drag along painfully.

In a moment of realisation you raised your head from your hands, a grin splitting across your face. He’s still in the building why don’t I go and watch his show and catch him after? Gaining your composure you looked at your computer and feigned surprise, explaining to the teaching assistant you had a meeting and that she would have to watch them for the rest of the lesson.

Grabbing your coat and bag, you headed to your usual classroom, unlocking it and placing your things inside. You opened the drawer of your desk, searching through stickers and stationary for your mirror and looked over your appearance.

Squeezing your eyes shut you threw your head back. What am I doing, you thought but as soon as the thought passed you began touching up your makeup and headed towards the hall.

Sneaking in through one of the doors, you lingered at the back. You looked at your feet to gain composure. Noticing a rogue carrot by your shoe, you kicked it aside. You guessed the cleaners didn’t care much for the act we were blessed with.

“What’s your favourite animal?” Mr Jelly spoke in a strained jovial tone. He was leaned over to one of the children, sat cross-legged on the food splattered floor.

“Elephant? No, its not an elephant. Don’t LIE. What about a fish?” Mr Jelly began twisting a long balloon into the most simple shape.

“No! Elephant! I want an elephant!” The year 1 screamed.

“You can’t have an elephant!” Mr Jelly replied in an angry singsong tone, “Cos its too hard!” As he sang the last word, leant into the child’s face, the balloon popped from the pressure of his hook. The children screamed, a few that were closest to the explosion burst into tears.

“Brilliant!” He shot his body back in dispair, arms and head hanging back, “See what you’ve done now? Ruined it for everyone one.” He pointed his hooked hand towards the child. One of the teachers shot up from her chair and took centre stage- well, centre dinner hall.

“I think thats all Mr Jolly’s got time for today! How great was that! Now if we all head back to our classrooms,for the last 10 minutes of today, your teachers will show you how to make your own balloon animals!”

“Noooo!” the kids cried at the mention of balloons, their teachers ushering them out.

After the children and teachers had dispersed, you headed over to Mr Jelly who was packing his things. You could hear him mumbling angrily under his breath.

“Probably not the best time to ask for a balloon animal is it?”

He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, but replied as though he wasn’t phased.

“Unless its a dog or a snake or a fish; you can get to fuck.” He finally turned to face you, he appeared to be relieved to see you, his face was slightly drained from his obvious frustration but his eyes were now soft and kind.

“I could show you how to make one if you like,” he said gently, almost nervously. You couldn’t really believe that he had offered and replied almost too fast.

“Yes I would love that. I mean, the cleaners will be coming back in here soon to pretend to clean the floors, but you can show me in my classroom. Don’t worry- my students will have gone by the time we get there.”

He nods and you watch as he continues to pack up his things; when he is done, you lead the way to your classroom. Opening the door and turning the lights on, you let him through with his large bag that he drops on the floor. He slumps down in the chair at your desk. Arms rested on the sides comfortably and his legs apart. You push the dirty thoughts from your mind and walk to the other side of the desk.

∗ ∗ ∗

“No you are doing it all wrong! STOP STOP STOP” BANG another balloon popped between your fingers. You were now sat in your own chair and Mr Jelly was shifting from helping you twist the balloon to darting around the room in fury. You had been talking and laughing for the last twenty or so minutes, feeling totally relaxed with him, strangely, and becoming increasingly attracted to his wild character.

He laughed out maniacally, coming close to you. “Last try…” he stared deep into your eyes. stretching the balloon with his hand and hook, he blew it up and tied it with skill. He passed the balloon to you and instructed you the same he had done the last few times.

“Under…. yes, now twist there…No NO!” His hand grabbed yours before you could kill the balloon animal again. The touch, however innocent, sent shocks through your body and you could feel yourself begin to blush. Using his hand he guided yours to twist and pull the animal into a shape. Now sat on his knees, he watched his own hands as he created the animal slowly; trying to teach you but you watched him instead. His eyes were focussed and his tongue poked slightly out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. You could smell his aftershave (a cheap woody smell) mixed with cigarettes and a scent of lingering alcohol. You looked at how his hand worked so deftly in twisting the balloon: his fingers were wrapped around the back of your own hand, squeezing your skin as he moved it to where he wanted.

You exhaled and looked back to his face, noticing that he was no longer speaking. His own gaze had drifted to your face and your eyes met. You smile at him and his hand stops moving, but he does not remove his grip. He leans slightly in, in anticipation and you meet his lips in a timid kiss.

His lips are soft against your own, the kiss is broken after a few seconds and you both stare longingly between each other’s eyes and lips. Moving his hand from your own, he places it upon your cheek and pulls you in again.

What started off as a chaste kiss, quickly deepens as he slides his tongue in. Heat rises along your skin as your mouths move against each other in sync. Placing his hook under your elbow, Mr Jelly pulls you both up to your feet, walking you backwards until your back hit the wall; the disfigured balloon animal floating to the floor.

Your eyes shot open as you realise where you are. Shit, what if someone was to walk in? Your eyes fell upon the stranger you were intertwined with, his own eyes closed and his eyebrows knitted slightly in pleasure underneath the white face paint. You smiled into the kiss at the thought of the situation, placing your hands on his neck and pulling him in further. At this, his arms grabbed at your waist and brought your body flush to his. The sharpness of his metal hook tickled your back through your shirt, sending a tingling sensation straight to your core. A low moan erupts from the clown as you press your hips into his own, feeling a hardness through his trousers pressing into you.

An ear piercing pop between your feet breaks you from the rising intensity, allowing you both to catch your breath and assess the situation. Mr Jelly looks to the floor then back to you, chuckling.

“These fucking balloons won’t give me a break today.”

Laughing back you move yourself from the wall, needing physical distance to stop yourself from going any further in your place of work. Mr Jelly picks the balloon remains up from the floor, trying to think of what to say after what had just spiralled.

Before either of you can speak, the door opens and a cleaner walks in dragging a hoover.

“Saved by the balloon.” you mutter to Mr Jelly, shooting him a cheeky look. A worried look overtakes his face as he scans your own. His mouth opened as if to speak.

“Am I ok to get started in here?” The cleaner spoke and your turned back to face her.

“Yes of course, Sue, Mr Jelly was just showing me how to make Balloon animals!” You chirped back in the most professional manner you could muster.

“Showing you his makeup skills as well, was he?” She scoffed and plugged in the hoover.

Grabbing the mirror on your desk, you blinked hard in awe of your stupidity. White and red paint smudged all around your lips, you bit your lip to supress a chuckle.

“I guess he was.” You replied in amused defeat, there was no way of explaining that. Grabbing your things you began to exit, Mr Jelly following quickly suit.

As you reached the carpark you hung back for a moment.

“So…” You began, having no real plan of what to say.

“So…” he mimicked, “Well, if you ever… Fancy, you know.” He handed you a business card with his name and number on.

“Very professional,” You looked back up only to realise that he had walked over to his hearse and thrown himself in. You watched as he pulled away from the now sparse car park at a speed you had never seen a hearse go before.

Mr Jelly better be worth potentially losing your job over.

[imagine-a-dream]

Imagine Benjamin coming to you in the middle of the night to escape from his aunt and uncle.

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When someone knocked at your door in the middle of the night, you expected to see your father returning from his shift. If not him, then maybe one of his friends, looking for him to borrow some money again or invite him for a drink. Honestly, at this hour, you expected to see anyone else, but not him.

But no matter your expectations, when you opened the door, you saw Benjamin. He was standing there, looking like a lost puppy, in only his pajamas, barefoot and shaking under the pouring rain.

You let him in, rushed to the bathroom to run a warm bath, and found some clothes and a fluffy towel to wrap him in to prevent a hipotermia. You made some tea as well, though he didn’t even touch it. Instead, he went straight to you and curled up by your side like a lost kitten, seeking comfort and a feeling of security that he found only in your arms.

Your heart clenched as you heard him crying into your neck. Hot tears wet your shirt, but you didn't mind. You understood him. Your heart clenched for him, but for you, too. For the both of you. Two souls, captured in this nightmare. As Ben was clinging to you, you were thinking about a way of escaping this hell of a town.

You couldn’t live here anymore. If Hell existed, you thought, without a doubt, it would be located here, in Royston Vasey. You couldn’t work, locked in the house of your long-lost father, whom you reconnected with after so many years. You couldn’t contact your mother or anyone else from the outside world. Couldn’t hide away from the peering eyes of your father and Benjamin’s auntie and uncle.

You were trapped.

You were so deep in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice when you started to cry. Your fingers massaged his scalp, soothing his sorrows and your own, and Ben let out a soft whimper. You took a deep breath and kissed the crown of his head. You will find a way. You will run away from this town, whatever it takes. And if you can’t, you will burn it to ashes.

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[imagine-a-dream]

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General

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Benjamin Denton **

~Imagines~

Benjamin coming to you to escape from his aunt and uncle

~Oneshots~

«Our little secret» 18+

The Dentons are gone for the day and Benjamin invites you over to keep him company.

Geoff Tipps **

~Headcanons~

Dating Geoff

Joseph Lisgoe **

~Oneshots~

«They call me devil and you should be afraid» 18+

You owe Joseph Lisgoe money and he comes to collect your dept.

Judee Levinson **

~Headcanons~

Judee has a crush on you

~Oneshot~

«Simple and true»

You work for Judee Levinson and one day you can't help but confess your feelings.

Matthew Chinnery *

~Imagines~

Comforting Chinnery after another accident at the vet clinic

Ollie Plimsolls **

~Headcanons~

Dating Ollie

~Oneshot~

«Hardest of hearts» 18+

You are the new member of Legz Akimbo and Ollie is rude to you.

Pauline Campbell-Jones **

Coming soon...

Richy *

~Headcanons~

Dating Rich

Ross Gains **

~Headcanons~

Dating Ross

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[imagine-a-dream]

Dating Geoff Tipps headcanons

Requested: two anons and @crystal267

🔫 Chaotic. This is the only word one can describe the man. Anything he does is chaotic to the extreme level sometimes.

🔫 He’s trying to be romantic, but your preferences and views on this topic can be pretty different from his. So it’s not flowers for the first day he gives you, but a bouquet of meat and vegetables if only to surprise you.

🔫 If you don’t like it, then you are wrong.

🔫 He has a bit of humour and a lot of insecurities about it. He wants to be a comic someday.

🔫 So he’ll show you his stand up pieces once you gain his trust enough that he doesn’t feel like you would judge him. (You are not surprised that he’s actually funny and good at it, he is natural when he’s calm and sure)

🔫 He is lonely, and I mean very lonely, even if he tries not to show this side to anyone. So he is very touch starved and sometimes needs to have all of your attention. So he’ll pout a LOT. He is honestly a drama queen at times.

🔫 At the same time he feels like he doesn’t deserve you, so sometimes he would shut himself in his shell and doesn’t answer your calls or texts.

🔫 But once you manage to convince him that you’re here for him, through better and through worse, that you really love and support him, he’s all over you again!

🔫 He’s not best with words, so if you have had a bad day or just want comfort, he’ll give you bear hugs, almost crushing you. It’s because he loves you so much, he wants you to feel secure and safe with him, he wants to give you his love, but he doesn't really know how to show it. So bear hugs it is.

🔫 He would crack a joke or two and even tell you anecdotes when you’re upset or angry (not at him). He hates when you’re sad and does everything he can (which is not much but he tries very hard)

🔫 But mostly his love language is physical affection.

🔫 He’s also insecure with his body and seeing you as the most beautiful human in the entire world (that likes him back? And actually LAUGHS at his jokes?!), he can get a bit snappy in his lowest moments.

🔫 Just be sure to give him a cuddling session and an ice cream and he’ll be fine. Big spooning him and sweet kisses helps even better!

🔫 You’ll definitely hang out with him, Mike and Brian sometimes after work. The lads are surprised to say the least, that you’re dealing with Jeff just fine, but they're not questioning it as long as he’s not pointing the gun at them. Literally...

🔫 But they’re happy as long as their friend is happy, and you’re just glad that Jeff lets you in his personal space more and more.

🔫 He can be gruff at times and a big baby, but once he’s sure that you are the one for him, he will cherish you for the rest of your lives <3

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[imagine-a-dream]

Simple and true.

Judee Levinson x reader

summary: You work for Judee Levinson and with time developed a crush on her. One day you can't take it anymore and confess your feelings. Warnings: a bit of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff requested by: @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 1228 A/N: I'm so sorry for such a long delay, but I hope you like it! She looked marvelous today, truly. Not that any other day she looked different, to your eyes she always looked like a goddess. You were positive that Aphrodite herself would be jealous of this woman’s beauty if only they met. But this hell of a town could withstand one celestial being at a time, so you were blessed with one and only Judee Levinson’s presence.

It was silly how much attention she could draw to herself even without trying to. You were captivated, absolutely enamored by her, and it felt so foolish yet so right that your heart skipped a bit every time she so much as looked your way, you haven’t had it in you to fight these feelings. And if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want to.

In Royston Vasey there weren't many opportunities, so to have a somewhat decent and paid job was a huge luck. So when the new (and to be honest the only one in the whole town) massage salon opened its doors a few months ago, naturally, you were first in line. Being unemployed for a few months (and going crazy from the local restart officer and her antics) you were willing to do any work. What you didn’t plan when applying for this job is to develop a massive crush on its owner and your boss Judee Levinson.

And now you were sitting at the register table, gazing lovingly at the woman of your dreams when you were supposed to file the documents of your clients. Her face seemed like it was glowing from the inside, making her look angelic in the bright light of the sun and lamps. Your gaze trailed slowly over it, taking in the sight.

From her blond locks that were shining in the rays of the sun, to her long eyelashes that were trembling with every flick of her attentive eyes. They could be so cold and calculating, many people have thought that Judee Levinson was a stone-cold bitch, a businesswoman that only ever cared about money. But you knew her better than that. When you were sitting in the comfort of your house, watching an old sap movie, drinking, and laughing, her eyes were glimmering with joy and mischief, with a touch of longing and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

Her icy blue turned into a bright and warm shade of ocean waves under the summer sun when she laughed at one of your jokes. You were one of the only ones, save for her late husband, who had the privilege to see her like this: soft and happy, smiling brightly and freely.

She had quite an infectious smile… Your eyes landed on her plump lips that were painted with soft peachy color. You watched as her tongue flicked quickly, wetting her lower lips only for her teeth to bite into it right after. You gulped at the thought of capturing it between your own teeth… interesting, what kind of sound would she make?

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by their now rightful owner. All of a sudden Judee turned to you and your eyes locked. Your heart started to beat faster and you felt your face grow hot from the embarrassment that she caught you in the act. She looked at you quizzically and tilted her head a bit.

“Is there something on my face?” You only shook your head ‘no’, not being able to talk. “Why are you staring at me then, is my lipstick molded again?” She asked and turned back to her desk looking for a mirror.

“Bugger, I knew I should’ve not bought it, never tried this company before...”

“No, Judee, you look perfect, as always.” That seemingly caught her off guard as she stopped all movements and quickly turned her head to you, “Oh… Why, thanks, luv! At least someone apreccia...”

“I love you.”

Fuck… You froze when realization of the meaning of your words hit you. Your heart fell into your stomach at the horror of the situation. FUCK! Why the hell have you just blurted it out loud in the light of the day? With no reason or preparation before it at all.

You watched as if in slow motion how Judee’s face stretched out in complete shock and her mouth fell agape, forming a perfect ‘O’. She sucked in a breath and you felt the world crumbles around you, expecting and dreading the next words of pity from your boss, that was sure to come after this stupid totally unwanted confession. In a panic you tried to form at least somewhat believable excuse, but to your rescue (or more like a delayed execution) the main door opened and an old man entered your salon.

You breathed out feeling dizzy and nauseous from quickly approaching anxiety. You couldn’t register your surroundings for about 10 minutes until your boss quietly came out of the room where Charlie was doing her job. The moment she stands before you, clearly to break your heart with rejection, you find an excuse to run away from her, and your feelings as well.

You did it for the rest of the day, busying yourself with doing things that weren’t even your responsibility to do, if only not to face the painful truth, or so you thought. At the end of the shift you barely registered Charlie’s goodbye, and were ready to sprint to the safe darkness of your home to cry yourself to sleep after the tremendous humiliation that your bloody mouth caused you, but were stopped by a tenacious hand clutching your forearm.

“And where’d you think you’re going?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and felt your soul leaving your body. Fucking hell… No. You couldn’t face this, not her, not rejection. You dreaded the pity in her eyes. You took a deep breath and turned around, ready to blubber some apologies, but were stopped by Judee’s point finger on your mouth.

“Before you say anything let me ask you and please be honest, did you mean what you said? About your feelings for me.” She removed her finger and stood still, waiting.

Your first instinct was to lie, you felt like a child that was busted for breaking mom’s favourite cup. But when you lifted your eyes to look at Judee's face, you saw only uncertainty and anxiety that were matching your own.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Simple and true. There’s no point in hiding now.

“Oh, thank goodness!” She exclaimed and clapped her hands, jumping a little. The sour look on her face turned into one of joy and you would even dare to say happiness. She smiled widely and took your hands gently into hers.

“I was sure it was all my imagination again. I’m so relieved to hear that! I, too, have… feelings for you. Please, don’t be too harsh. I can’t say it out loud just yet!”

You only smiled through tears and gave her hands a little reassuring squeeze.

“I understand.” You don’t know how long you were standing there in the dim light of buzzing lamps, just admiring each other and smiling softly.

“Shall we go, dear? I know a very good restaurant nearby, we should celebrate!” Judee asked finally. You only giggled and gave her a nod. It was so much like Judee Levinson to celebrate love.

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They call me devil and you should be afraid.

summary: You owe Joseph Lisgoe money and he comes to collect your dept. This leads to some revelations and things get heated between the two of you. warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, smut, rough sex, degrading, strong language, light choking i guess? requested by: anon and @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 2071A/N: I'm very sorry for such a long absence, my mental health is a rollercoaster sometimes, but i'm back(ish?) on the track, so yay :) It's my first ever time writing smut (bc I got carried away a little lol), so please be gentle with me hehe 😅 Hope you like it! comments and corrections are very welcomed!

You huffed in annoyance. Who the hell was banging at your door at 7 a.m on a Saturday morning? You’ve reached the door and opened it in one swift motion, ready to yell at whatever scumbag that dared to destroy your very earned day off, but found yourself frozen in place. You were not expecting to see his face today, it was too early.

“Lisgoe?” You stuttered in shock, “What the hell are you doing here?”

His head was bowed, but he slowly raised it at the sound of your voice, with a keen gaze from under his eyebrows. His cold blue eyes bore into yours, hungry, and threatening, he looked at you like a lion ready to eat his prey. It sent shivers down your spine against your will. But was it entirely out of fear?

“You owe me money, remember?”

“Of course I remember. I thought your goons would come and…”

“And you can sweet talk your way out of your fucking debt again?” He invited himself in, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud. You met his icy blue eyes and it took all of your strength to not look away.

“These fucking mewling wankers may be charmed by you but believe me, I’m not that fucking stupid. If you don’t give me my fucking money, I will destroy you, you stupid cunt!”

The volume of his voice was rising by the second; with every word he took a step forward, coming at you to finally trap you against the wall, placing his hands on the wall on each side of your face.

In the dim light of your corridor his eyes almost look white, shining with anger and something else you can’t quite place. He’s breathing heavily, his face in the mere inches from yours and it takes all your will to not close the distance. You can smell the coffee on his breath, it tickles your nostrils and lips. Sharp, astringent smell of his cheap Cologne is intoxicating, it mixes with the smell of an aftershave and something that you can only describe as his scent. It makes you lightheaded, almost drunk on the combination of smells. Heck, it's been a while...

You’re sure you should not be turned on by a dangerous criminal screaming at your face, yet here you are, trembling under the heat of his body. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes again, you can’t even try to look frightened, not when his anger is turning you on.

You can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

“Oh, please, Jo. I have known you for five years now, if you wanted to destroy me, you would already.” And sadly not in the way you want him to.

You push his hand away and start to head towards the kitchen when a pair of strong hands are painfully gripping your shoulders abruptly. He pulls you back to him and slams your front into the wall, one of his palms resting on the back of your neck, his body pressing you further into the cold painted brick.

“Don’t play with the fire, kitten.” He growled lowly.

“Ohh, such a big bad wolf you are,” You huffed sarcastically. “No, sweetie, we both know you only bark but don’t bite.”

You knew that teasing him was not a good idea. Fuck, it was the stupidest idea ever, really, but you just couldn’t help it. “Maybe you have a soft spot for me” You mused and tried to writhe out of his grip, but only ended up pressing your bottom into his crotch.

You’ve heard a breath caught in his throat and froze, bewildered. His grip on your shoulder and neck loosens a bit, but you make no move to free yourself. Then you felt something poking at your left cheek, what is th… oh. Oh.

The realization hit you like a truck.

You smile wickedly into the wall and press your ass further into him, that move earns you a soft quiet moan and you suppress a victorious chuckle. So he does like your games after all.

“Sweetie, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You’re amused and he sure as hell can hear it.

By the way he opens his mouth against your ear, it’s obvious he wanted to say something, probably threatening or witty or both, but you can’t have it, not when you almost have him wrapped around your little finger. You move your rear against his clothed member again, harder this time, and he lets out a choked breath; he lets go of your neck and settles his hands on your waist, you feel him leaning closer, his erection pressing harder in your butt.

“Shut up…” He finally all but growls into your ear and turns you around to face him. You can’t help the smile breaking your face.

His cheeks are flushed, his pupils blew wild and you can see the beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. His breaths uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips are parted slightly, but you think it’s enough for your tongue to slip into his mouth.

He beats you to it and crushes his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy, and your teeth are cluttering, but you never want it to end. His hands are wandering around, squeezing and groping at every part of your body he can get.

You’re throbbing under his touches and the smug look on his face telling you that he knows it. He knows exactly what effect he has on you. He unclasps your robe and all but rips it off you. He breaks into a crooked smile, clearly enjoying the view.

“On the floor. Face down.” He orders you in low husks, and you’re almost disgusted with how fast you obey him.

He is behind you in no time. Jo spreads your legs with his knee, and you hear him unzip his fly. Rough hands grab a handful of your ass, squeezing your cheeks painfully. You writhed under him and he chuckled darkly.

“Look at you, all spread out for me like a bloody whore.” He gives your bottom a slap and you let out a soft desperate whine. He laughs at you and you feel his hot wet tip at your entrance, teasing you slowly. He grabs a fistful of your hair and commands, “Beg.”

“Please…”

“Please what? Use your fucking mouth, tell the big bad wolf what you fucking want.” His voice is dripping with lust, his hold on your hair tightening.

You all but sob as fingers of his free hand are tracing lightly around your entrance, teasing you. “Please, Joseph… Fuck me!”

He lays on top of you, holding you down with his weight. His cock is hot against your bare ass, his clothed chest solid against your back, making you shiver with anticipation. Without as much as a warning he enters you with one brutal thrust. You let out a loud cry at a slight burn, but he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately setting a quick pace and slamming into you.

Slight discomfort quickly turns into a white hot pleasure. You moan shamelessly and loudly, not giving a single fuck if your neighbors can hear you being fucked. Your head is empty, you’re completely dissolving in the feelings of Jo’s hands on your body, his cock inside of you, his little grunts and whimpers of pleasure.

His hot breath tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, sending shivers through you, his balls slapping against your ass. You sigh and huff quietly under him, not being able to leave any sound, only tightening around his member with every thrust. One of his hands wraps around your throat and gives it a little squeeze. You openly gasp and buck your hips into him. You feel Joseph smirk into your neck, clearly satisfied with your reaction, but you can’t do anything but give in to the sensation.

He takes you rough and fast, hammering into your wetness. The roughness of the carpet causes burns on your cheek and stomach with every thrust, your hands clinging to the fibers for dear life; you feel the coldness of the zipper scratching against your thigh and it sends a jolt of slight pain through you with every slam of his hips. You’re ashamed to admit, even to yourself, that you enjoy it, you like the burning of freshly forming bruises, the heaviness of his body fucking you into the floor.

His touch is rough and harsh, nails scraping at your flesh, leaving red trails on your neck and ass, and you gasp at the sudden pain. He doesn't care for you enough to be gentle, or maybe he likes the pain he's causing you. Your body feels hot, feverish, under his touch; you feel like every inch of your skin is burning where his skin is making contact with you, maybe it’s the fire of hell nipping at your very soul through his hands, because it feels like a sin to want this man so badly while he is already balls deep inside of you; to give in to him and be completely at his mercy.

He’s pounding into you at a rapid pace. The veins of his member rubbing your walls inside of you and the fibers of the carpet make just enough friction to leave you breathless in less than five minutes. You feel your orgasm building fast. Your body starts to tremble, muscles clenching around his cock, milking him. Joseph feels it too, you feel his grip tightening around you neck and he’s hissing into your ear something that sounds like “fuck” and “yes”, over and over, in a hectic whisper. His thrusts become more sloppy, but he doesn’t slow down his movements.

The pleasure is spreading through your body rapidly, consuming you under its waves like a liquid lava, burning your every nerve. The coil in your belly finally snaps and a broken wail rips its way out of your throat, and it’s all you could do to not scream from the intensity of your orgasm. It takes a few more harsh thrusts for Jo to come. He stills at once and lets out a strangled groan in your ear, shooting his load deep inside of your wrecked hole.

He collapses on you, crushing you down to the floor; the weight of his body makes it even harder to breathe properly, but you’re not going to complaint, not when this man gave you the best fuck you've had in many years. After a few minutes he rolls off next to you, you mewl when he slips out of you. You both try to catch a breath for what feels like hours.

Finally, you turn your head to see him smiling from ear to ear with his eyes closed. You’re surprised to see his face so… genuine and even relaxed. You realize you’ve never seen him smile, you love it.

“I love you.” You hoarse suddenly without even thinking and it caught you by surprise. You never meant to tell him that. You’re sure that after this ridiculous statement he’ll stand up, laugh at you and your stupid feelings, say something cruel and walk away with your money like nothing happened. But you are wrong.

“I love you too.” He breathes out without as much as a glance at you.

You can't help the gasp to escape your throat. You remained silent for a few moments, trying to process his words. Joseph Lisgoe, ruthless and violent debt collector of Royston Vasey, the most feared man in town, had just told you that he loved you after fucking you on the floor of your own house.

“What?” You whisper, convincing yourself that it was just a hallucination. He couldn’t say that, could he? It's been five long years since you met him for the first time. Five years filled with desire, longing, fear and almost hatred. Or so you both thought.

He locks eyes with you, smile turning into an annoyed frown.

“I love you, you fucking cunt. Are you deaf suddenly?”

You can’t help the breathy laugh escaping you at his crude confession. Who would have thought that the devil has a heart after all.

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Hey, sorry for all the suggestions! I'm so needy!

Um... maybe Ollie Plimsolls Imagines: Being in a relationship with Ollie 😳😳

Thank you for request! Hope you like it!

Being in a relationship with Ollie Plimsolls headcanons

Honey, I do hope you have mental stability and nerves made of vibranium

Because this little rage ball of a man is ready to burst any minute

But he is quick to calm down from his breakdowns

You’d become his rehearsal buddy and would help him with scenarios for plays or give him subjects and ideas for themes

You are good friends with Phil and Dave and they often call you to help them with Ollie when they’re done with his attitudes (Dave more so bc Phil have more nerves)

Traveling with Legz Akimbo and being the main supporter

He’s always so touched because finally he’s appreciated??

You sing songs together, annoying the balls out of Dave and Phil, especially if you it’s something stupid or you sing out of tune on purpose

Making fun faces and weird noises to make each other laugh

Being his therapist of sorts, but ones he’s sure of your relationships, he’d be there for you any time of the day

He loves when you touch him. He melts when you stroke his hair, hold his hands, caress his cheek. It’s soothing and he’s honestly just a touch starved

L o t s of PDA! He absolutely loves to show everyone that he has a significant other and that they love him

He’s an attention... addictive, so be sure to be not only his friend and lover, but his audience as well

Protect and defend him from people because sometimes he just does not know when to shut up

Being cheated on before, he would never do it to anyone else, so he’d be devoted to you and expects you to be

But bc he has very low self-esteem, he’d get jealous over the silliest things, and will pout and ignore you for awhile for you to figure out wtf is going on or he will drag you from the person he’s jealous of and remind you who you belong to

Marking you. Love bites, scratches, hickeys, hand prints…

That being said, he loves having marks from you as well, and he is proud to wear them

You are basically two idiots in love <3

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