#am i going to? no i hate typing on my phone when i can avoid it and also my inbox doesn't have a big ol notification bloop on it

[mamawasatesttube]

btw sorry for not answering asks or anything!! im on a trip with a couple of my besties and the last few days have been sooo hectic (in a very fun way, but you know) and i literally haven't touched my laptop in days djgdkgf but probably tomorrow or the day after ill get to em!!!

[prussianmemes]

you should kill yourself if you spend 12 minutes sorting around your notes on your desk, making sure they look messy but also the prettiest ones are on top, posing your textbook open and having the most "academia" looking web page or lecture slides on your laptop screen before taking a picture and posting it on your social media story while quietly scrolling through songs to put with it.

[propertyofwicked]

SCANDALOUS - OP

summary - in which oscar discovers what type of books his girlfriend is actually reading

warnings: 18+ allusions to smut, but mostly fluff

this is my first oscar piece and i am considering a part 2! lemme know what you think! <3 (also sorry for disappearing my life has been all over the place)

masterlist the playlist

as they arrived at the silverstone track, oscar and y/n could feel the palpable anticipation in the air. navigating through the crowds was something y/n could only compare to her idea of personal hell. people everywhere, sporting the bright colours of different teams, people approaching the two of them, holding out hats and phones for oscar to sign. if this was friday, y/n hated to think what the rest of the weekend would be like - hopefully she could arrive later than oscar and avoid the hustle and bustle.

"are you going to be okay here?" oscar asked softly, concern evident in his eyes, as he led the two of them into mclaren hospitality. he wasn’t blind, if anything he could read her emotions better than he could read his own - he knew she was overwhelmed, but not quite at breaking point.

"yeah, i've got my book and headphones,” y/n replied, patting her bag quickly, “i'll find a quiet spot,” she added with a nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

“i’ll see you in a bit, yeah?” he asked her again, holding her wrists softly in his hands.

“i’ll be here,” she replied, still smiling as she stepped up onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

y/n watched as oscar left, before turning on her heel and trying to find a cosy corner, tucked away from the commotion where she could read her book in peace. and as she sat with her back to the wall, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that no one could walk behind her and glimpse at what she was reading. her flushed cheeks may slightly give it away to anyone who recognised the book, but as she flipped through the pages she was met with nothing but pure, indulgent smut. it was a guilty pleasure that she seldom admitted to enjoying, and whilst she was more than content with oscar, she was too shy to admit she’d want him to do more than half of the acts she reads about.

maybe next time, she should bring a murder mystery book with her, instead of reading 82 pages of unforgiving sex scenes that are described in such detail that she could almost imagine how oscar would recreate it beautifully - yeah, maybe not the right thing to be reading at your boyfriend’s place of work.

“hi,” a voice interrupted, causing y/n to jump quickly as she looked up to see one of the hospitality staff stood in front of her, “i was just wondering if we would be able to steal this chair? i can find you somewhere else to sit - it’s just a guest would like to sit here.”

“of course,” y/n replied, smiling up at the nervous girl before moving to shove everything back into her bag, “i probably should go on a walk anyways.”

“thank you so much, and sorry for making you move - the guest is a sponsor, so they expect us to move heaven and earth to accommodate them,” the employee added with a grin.

“i understand,” y/n replied, laughing lightly as she stood, “your hair is so beautiful by the way.”

“thank you,” the girl smiled, blushing at the compliment.

oscar had been engrossed with his team, discussing strategy and making adjustments for the practice session, when he realised it had been several hours since he’d seen his girlfriend. and once the practice session had finally ended, with a full team debrief, he made it his mission to find her.

"have you seen y/n around?" oscar inquired casually, glancing over at lando who had walked into hospitality with him.

"yeah, she was sitting in the corner over there," lando chuckled, gesturing towards the quieter section of the hospitality area, “….but she’s not there anymore,” he added, trailing off as he noticed the empty chair.

"thanks mate, glad you’ve still got those keen observational skills," oscar replied sarcastically, “don’t know what i’d do without you around.”

“hey! i was just telling you where i last saw her!” lando defended, holding his hands up, ”she’s probably in a quiet corner somewhere, reading that book. she’s probably the only person that didn’t notice i’d even walked in earlier ‘cos she was nose deep in it.”

“sounds about right,” oscar hummed, pulling his phone out to shoot her a quick where are you text.

sure enough, oscar found y/n in a quieter corner, still engrossed in her book. he approached her quietly and gently tapped her shoulder. y/n looked up, removing her headphones and quickly closing the pages before smiling warmly at him.

"hey there, lost track of time?" oscar asked, sitting down beside her, pulling his legs up to his chest as his back leant on the wall.

y/n nodded, "yeah, i guess i did. how was practice?"

"pretty good," oscar replied, "we made some solid improvements. what about you? what are you reading?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, a flicker of defensiveness crossing her expression. "oh, it's just a book. nothing special."

oscar raised an eyebrow, sensing her reluctance to share. "come on, it can't be that bad. is it some secret spy novel or something?"

y/n chuckled nervously. "no, nothing like that. just... personal. i'll tell you about it later, maybe."

"alright, fair enough," he replied, "ready to head back to the hotel?"

y/n sighed with relief. "yes please.”

“that bored, huh?” he asked as he stood, extending his arms to help pull her from the floor.

“not bored, just-”

“overwhelmed? hungry? eager to see me after a shower?”

“always.”

“good to know,” he added, draping his arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "you know, you're quite the mystery sometimes," he teased gently as they began to walk to the car.

"keeps things interesting, doesn't it?" y/n smirked, “no fun in being predictable.”

they arrived at the hotel room, and as they settled in, the atmosphere relaxed. y/n flopped down on the bed, and oscar joined her, laying his entire body on top of hers, her hands moving to stroke along his back softly.

"so, how's the book?" oscar asked again, with a playful glint in his eye.

y/n rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't suppress a smile. "it's good. maybe i'll let you read it someday."

"wow, such a privilege!" oscar feigned shock, “but how would i ever repay you for such an offer.”

"don't push your luck, piastri,” she replied, her arms grabbing his sides in attempt to push him off. he laughed, rolling to the side to lay next to her.

"alright, alright. i won't push. but seriously, thanks for coming with me today. it means a lot."

y/n's expression softened. "of course. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

oscar leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "i'm lucky to have you, you know that?"

y/n's eyes sparkled with affection. "i think we're both pretty lucky."

“i’d be even luckier if you let me read that book of yours,” he grinned.

"you're ridiculous.”

"only for you," he replied with a grin, his arm reaching across her waist for his fingers to draw circles into the skin of her stomach. his head dipped, trailing kissed along her clothed shoulder, until he was resting on his arm, hovering over her slightly, his lips finding their way to the skin of her neck.

“please,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw.

“fine,” y/n replied with a loud huff, pushing herself up from the bed to retrieve the book from her bag. oscar remained on the bed, resting on his side and using his arm to hold his head up as his eyes followed her across the room.

she launched the book at him, watching as it landed just shy of his stomach.

“come and join me,” he beckoned, shuffling himself up the bed, book in hand.

“i’d rather stand here, actually.”

“ok weirdo.”

the room fell to a silence as oscar opened the book, choosing to open at a page in the middle.

“why is this all highlighte- oh. OH. oh wow,” he spoke aloud, grimacing slightly in between raising his eyebrows at the literature, “this is - is that even possible? how has he got her leg up there?”

“you can stop now,” y/n begged, climbing on the bed and stretching over in attempt to snatch the book from his hands.

“no, i don’t think i will,” he teased, raising the book above his head, though at an angle where he could still read it, “ ‘…..he said, grabbing my other leg and placing them both behind his head’ - this girl is flexible jesus.”

“oscar piastri you give me that book right now.”

“ok! ok!” he said defensively, “….on one condition.”

“…what?” y/n responded cautiously, noticing the way he smirked at her.

“you tell me, is this something you wanna try?” he asked, “the things in this book? is that what you want?”

“minus the kidnapping part….maybe?” she replied, fiddling with her fingers.

“maybe, huh?” he teased, placing the book to his side before grabbing her waist to pull her into him. y/n straddled his lap, though desperately tried to look anywhere but his face, desperate to hide the flush of her cheeks, only worsened by looking in his eyes.

“honestly, i just wanna know if im that flexible,” she replied with a laugh, still playing anxiously with her fingers whilst trying to fight against her own awkwardness.

“i know you can get at least one leg up there,” oscar joked, fingers tickling at her sides playfully, “although, you’re not very good at twister.”

“we have played twister ONCE. and i was drunk. you cannot hold that against me.”

“drunk or not, your foot was still dangerously close to going up my ass.”

“and yet no assholes were harmed.”

“speaking of.. does this book mention anyth-”

“if you think you are putting ANYTHING up there you are very much mistaken mr piastri,” y/n argued, holding his jaw in her hands to make her point clear.

“mr piastri? i prefer da-”

“NOPE! LA LA LA,” she interrupted, quickly covering her ears before he finished his sentence.

“im kidding, im kidding,” he laughed out breathlessly, holding on to her hips as his body shook with laughter, “so about this flexibility thing.”

“let me stretch first,” she told him, kissing his lips softly. y/n moved to climb off him, only half serious about stretching, but his hands stayed put on her waist, pulling her back into him. he kissed her again, a hand traveling up her body to rest on her jaw and he deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping her bottom lip briefly.

“no need, i know a good way to get you warmed up,” he told her cheekily, his lips returning to her neck once more, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.

“oh really?” she replied, her eyebrows raising at the suggestion, “please, go on. tell me more.”

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞arguements with skz

✰ pairings :  ot8!skz x gn!reader

✰ genre : angst

✰ warnings :  heavy angst, mentions of toxic behavior in some, misunderstandings, failing to communicate

✰ word count :   2.7k + words

part 2

౨₊ৎ chan

"why are you so angry about all this?"

“you’re seriously asking me that?” his brows raised in disbelief as he spoke.

this what you two had been dealing with lately. unnecessary fights and constant bickering over anything. even today, a weekend, which chan called his ‘golden day’ , you two were yelling across the room.

“yes i am. and i’ll keep asking till you stop acting petty,” you looked him dead in the eye now. your faces were edging closer and closer to his, a defiant glare sparkling in your eyes. chan glared back, but he looked away as quickly, not being able to look at you when you two were fighting. he was used to the warm and admiring gazes, but not these sharp and angry stares. it made his stomach churn with the thought, what if you both got tired of fighting one day?

“if you’re not going to open your mouth no one will be sleeping tonight,” your voice snaps him back to reality, he silently stares at the floor with his head hung low.

“you know i hate him, don't you? i’ve told this story to you like a thousand times already and yet you still talked to him! do you think that’s fair?” he raised his voice and immediately regretted it. but there was no taking it back now. words can only be taken back in laptops or phones, not in real life.

“i just talked to him for barely even two minutes, chan! you’re being ridiculous at this point. do you think this is fair?” you cock your eyebrow at him, not hesitating to raise your voice as well since he walked down that path first.

“it doesn’t matter how long you talked, the point is you talked even after knowing our rough past. it’s almost like you don’t care about me or my feelings anymore! you’ve changed. you’ve become. . . selfish,” ouch. that had to hurt. and chan noticed the way your eyes instantly dulled. he licked his lower lip anxiously and watched as your frown deepened.

there were no further words uttered from your side which made him realise just how far he went, “babe. . . i- sorry,” the words were stuck in his throat and he could practically feel the tears building in his eyes as you took a shaky breath. he took a step closer and raised his hand to touch your face, but you avoided that and walked away.

maybe it was selfish indeed. or maybe not, he wished to not answer that as he sat on the couch and dragged a hand across his face filled with guilt. and as he stared at the hallway where you walked out, he could only hope to turn back the time and undo his mistake. but for now, he needed to wait. or fight for you.

౨₊ৎ minho

minho let out a frustrated groan when he felt the couch dip beside him. he threw a mere glance, before opening his laptop and typing something. it was unusual of him to act this frustrated and even when you tried to talk to him he glared in your way.

“i understand you’re having a bad day but it doesn’t mean that you can act however you want,” you muttered and scooted away from him before crossing your arms over your chest.

“then simply don’t understand,” he muttered nonchalantly and leaned closer to the laptop screen as he typed. this infuriated you even more.

“can you at least pretend to care? i’m not a statue sitting beside you!” his gaze shifted to you and he pressed his lips into a straight line.

“of course i will! should i even leave my job and tell my boss that my partner wanted to argue with me while i work?” sarcasm dropped all over his tone and it made you nauseous. you couldn’t believe your ears thay minho, lee minho was acting this way. he rolled his eyes and muttered a ‘thought so’ , upon seeing you go quiet and diverted his gaze back to the laptop in front of him.

“why do you have to make everything so difficult? why can’t you just talk like normal people do?” your gaze hardened and he could feel it. rolling his eyes, he switched his gaze back to you and saw you, a new you. your jaw was clenched harshly it was almost as if you were a ticking time bomb, just finding the right time and you could explode.

but minho was no less. the last thing he wanted was to submit his work after his deadline. and time was ticking as always. it doesn’t wait for him.

“the world doesn’t revolve around you! you need to know that. i have submissions to make and i can’t afford to lose my job when i’m this close to getting promoted,” with a final look he picked up his laptop and marched into your shared room. you poked your inner cheek with a tongue and wiped a lone tear that dripped on your cheek. this was going to be one hell of a night. and what hurt you even more is that he didn't even try.

౨₊ৎ changbin

changbin just unlocked the door to your shared apartment and quietly took off his shoes before slipping in the flip-flops. his heart dropped out it’s chest when he saw the date and time. it was two minutes past three. and he wasn’t surprised when the lights flicked on and there you stood, with an exhausted expression and wearing formals.

“shit. . . babe i’m so sorry-“

“you’re sorry?” your scoff definitely took him back. he stared at you nervously and felt his palms get clammy.

“if you’re sorry then you wouldn’t have forgotten our second anniversary! if you’re sorry then you wouldn’t have forgotten our booking! and if you’re really sorry then you would’ve at least called!” you yelled loudly and he could feel himself grow annoyed even though he was at fault.

“babe, i’ve had a tiring day and a bad headache. could you please not shout?” his soft tone took you by surprise but there was disappointment all over your face as he simply began to walk away.

“that’s it then? you’re just walking away like that? like a coward running away from his problems?” your throat felt dry when his head turned and his eyes met yours. his brows were furrowed in anger and he took a step towards you.

“me? a coward? if working my ass off means i’m a coward then maybe i am one. but i’m not running away from my problems. i’m simply solving them at the right times,” he muttered and gave you a tight smile.

“right time, huh? then why can’t you appear at the right times during our dates?” you replied, weakly. you were tired too. tired of his excuses, his empty promises, his apologies. they felt like nothing anymore. he had let you down too many times.

he opened his mouth to say something but closed it back again realising it could worsen the situation. with a soft sigh, he pressed his lips to your head and muttered a sorry before walking away.

maybe, the right time required you both to sit down and talk calmly.

hyunjin

“baby,” you hummed in response, making him continue, “i have a tour coming up so i’ll be gone for two months.”

the words slipped his mouth so easily as if he almost didn’t care. he came back home a week ago. out of which, he spent more than half of his time occupied at the company.

“you just came back!” the exasperation was visible in your tone and hyunjin bit his lip, feeling guilty. he cupped your face and said, “i’ll call you everyday, i promise.”

with a glare you shrugged his hands off and sat straighter to get your point clear, “if i wanted a boyfriend who can only call me why didn’t i just go for long distance?”

hyunjin’s expression changed. he ran a hand through his hair harshly, “i thought you knew what you were getting to when you started dating me.”

“yes i did! i still do. but that doesn’t change the fact that you have the upper hand in your life. which means you should be able to make some time for me?” it felt pathetic, to beg for his time. to sit there at home waiting for him. always. like the desperate being you were. and you began to even pity yourself.

“how long do i have to wait for you hyun? just how long?” and as the tears finally slipped through, hyunjin pulled you in a tight hug. he let you hit him. he let you curse him. and in the end he didn’t let you walk and slip away. but maybe, trying harder would be better. the thing that stung the most was time. time that he didn't have for you. time that he promised he would give, but never did. maybe it was time to take some right decisions for both of you.

౨₊ৎ han

you had been trying to get your boyfriend to talk to you for about 15 minutes now. it was a chore. it was exhausting. but you knew something was wrong and you weren't going to let him suffer alone.

“what’s your problem?” he snapped. annoyance written bold on his forehead as he stared at you, waiting for an answer.

“you’re too unusually quiet today,” you muttered under your breath but he managed to hear it.

it was one of those days where the two of you didn’t hold back.

“oh so now you decide whether i talk or not?” you sighed noticing him still look annoyed.

“don’t put words in my mouth jisung,” your eyes warned him, and he snapped himself out of it before covering his face with his hands.

“can you just go away for now?” he whispered and looked at you. he looked so . . . tired.

“is that a request or a warning?” your joke had no smiles, neither out of you nor him. he expectantly looked at you making you bitterly nod to yourself.

“always has to be me,” and even though it reached his ears he gave no expression, seemingly feel his head throb with thinking too much. he slammed his hands on the desk it made him feel better, maybe not much. but it did not fill the gap in his chest. and it hurt him to reach this point.

౨₊ৎ felix

“lix, i don’t think i can do this anymore,” you muttered and looked away knowing that one look at his face would have you running back in his arms. you had become that weak for him. that weak that you couldn’t resist him or his lies.

“what do you mean baby?” he looked so confused that you almost felt guilty, but then you remembered that he was just being innocent. as if he didn’t lie to you a hundred times. as if he didn’t cause you pain and misery almost everyday.

“i’m tired of you, lix. i’m also tired of us. how long are you going to make me suffer?” your tone caught him by surprise. he stared at you baffled, trying to find words to make you stop speaking like that anymore but he chose to remain quiet when he saw that look of sadness take up on your expression.

“i know we fight a lot babe but i swear i love you,” he held your hands in his hands and pressed a tender kiss while looking at you.

there it was. those words he uttered again, just like always. he would hurt you and then later on he would sweet talk you. and you had grown extremely tired of it.

shrugging his hands off you took a step back, “that’s it felix! if you try to manipulate me once more i’m breaking up with you!”

his brows furrowed in confusion. he didn’t know what you were playing at, but he wasn’t going to back off after being told those words.

“manipulate? i’m simply trying to remain calm! but looks like all my efforts are going in vain,” hurt spread all across his face as he said it. maybe you overthinking it, or maybe not. but one thing was clear, you both hurt each other in ways you didn’t know.

“you always do this! make promises you can’t keep and then talk me out of it,” and even though you stood firm with your decision, you weren’t a fool to not notice the way his shoulders slumped down, and his mouth turn downwards forming a frown.

“what more do i have to do to make you believe that i a sincere about this, about us?” he let out an exasperated sigh after pointing between the two of you.

“just be honest and love me,” and as you uttered those words, your eyes met his and you could see the way it reflected deep sorrow and perhaps guilt? you couldn’t name it.

with a dejected nod, he grabbed his wallet, bag and phone before rushing out of the house.

“i’ll be staying over at chan’s,” he muttered giving you one final look, as if telling you to stop him. but you didn’t, you just nodded and looked away.

he felt all his hopes shatter down upon that one thing, all the things he dreamt of for future could be seen crumbling down and all he could do was let out a shaky breath with his hand trembling all the while as he drove away.

౨₊ৎ seungmin

“where were you?” he practically shouted, startling you.

“i told you i was out with some friends,” you replied, trying to be the calm one.

“some friends? or a special friend?” his tone felt poisonous. it felt unfamiliar on his tongue to speak in this way but he tried not to look too fazed.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you replied pointedly, totally forgetting about remaining calm and stared at him.

“you know exactly what i mean,” his voice lowered down for a second and so did the anger in his gaze, but he held contact wanting you to know it was serious.

“i’ve called you like a million times and i was worried sick because you didn’t tell me where you went!”

“i can take care of myself, seungmin.”

“sure you can, but i don’t trust the other men,” he sighed and his eyes finally softened.

“good night,” he mumbled and walked away, leaving you standing all alone. things were getting better for worse? or for better?

౨₊ৎ jeongin

“stop shouting,’’ he said. It almost made you scoff when he was the one who started it.

“babe it wasn’t funny you know that?’’ you muttered, dejected but he just looked away not having any words to speak.

“i understand they are your friends but you can’t just go and tell them about my problems like that!’’ jeongin let out a deep sigh and looked at you.

“i thought maybe they could help in a way. they’re like my family.’’

“still. you could’ve at least asked me before telling them, you’re basically feeding off every bit of my secrets and i’m even scared to tell you anything now,’’ now that sounded ridiculous to him. you could trust him, and he wanted you to know that.

“you’re clearly overreacting. i just told them why you were feeling off,’’ he ran a hand through his hair growing frustrated that you both didn’t understand each other.

“you gave them the entire speech jeongin. don’t you dare lie to my face!’’ that was the high point. the two of you looked at each other with an abnormally furious gaze. and it made you realise just how long would it take for this to end?

“i’m not lying! Why don’t you understand me? i was just trying to make you feel better!’’

“if you wanted to make me feel better then you could’ve talked to me! and not them!’’

a minute of silence was all that was heard before you took your cue to speak, “am i dating you or am i dating them?’’ the tears came as quickly as they fell. you had grabbed your coat and bag, heading for the door. you didn't think anything else could hurt you. but you were wrong.

what hurt the most was that he didn't stop you.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Tethered(NSFW)

Yandere!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: dubcon, Kurapika is delusional and obsessive, oral(f!receiving), breeding kink

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Kurapika never enjoys chaining you up. Not only is it humiliating for you, but he hates seeing the fear and panic on your face when you can’t move.

But it was necessary today, unfortunately.

The day had started out normally. He held you in his lap, giving the top of your head soft kisses as he enjoyed his tea and a good book. You were very compliant, even leaning against his chest, into his touch.

He should have known something was up with you then. You were buttering him up, leading him into a false sense of security. Kurapika truly believed that things were getting better, that you had finally accepted your place by his side, and that maybe… you had even started to love him too.

But he had been wrong, and the truth was enough to break his heart.

Because of your good behavior as of late, he had decided to take you out on a date. You had been laying down hints that you were interested in the aquarium that had opened up in town, and it had been months since you’d last been outside of his property.

The small cabin and garden were nice, but you were getting beyond bored of it. Kurapika believed some time outside may lift your spirits, and even help the two of you bond.

He should have known better.

You were acting like the perfect little girlfriend, holding his hand, letting him explain to you the biology of some of the undersea creatures you passed by in the aquarium, and even sweetly sharing an ice cream cone with him.

It was near the end of the tour when you started looking around, squeezing your legs together.

“Are you alright?” Kurapika asked, his brows knit together in concern.

“A-ah, I’m okay… I just need to use the bathroom…”

Usually, that would have made him suspicious, but you had drank two bottles of water during the walk. He could understand that your bladder just be full, and he was calmed when he noticed you seemed embarrassed to ask him for help. You really did need to use the bathroom.

“Alright, I think I saw one near the exit.”

Kurapika guided you to the bathroom, squeezing your hand and leaning into whisper into your ear. “My angel, you have 5 minutes to get your business done with. Am I clear?”

You nodded quickly, shifting your weight. “Y-yes! Can I go now?”

He sighed, letting your hand go. Even when he was sure there was no way for you to escape, letting you go in public made him irritable. “Hurry.”

He watched you go, smiling slightly when you squeaked and avoided eye contact with any male that came within 5 feet of you. Kurapika wasn’t the type to kill anyone that came near you, but someone touching or talking to you was a different story. You were keeping others from getting hurt, something he found sweet.

If only you knew the amount of people he had killed on your behalf. Maybe you would be so complacent when he curled up with you at night.

Kurapika leaned against the wall, glancing down at the time on his phone. It had been 5 minutes already, and you had yet to walk out. Since it wasn’t busy and people often mistook him for a woman, Kurapika decided to walk in and get you himself, or at least check on you. He didn’t want to embarrass you if you had a stomach ache, so he used In to cloak his presence.

He just didn’t expect to see your plump ass wiggling and squirming as you tried to escape out of a small window.

Kurapika was less angry, more heartbroken and disappointed. He had assumed the two of you were finally getting to the point where he could trust you a little… just for you to try and escape.

“Seems you can’t be trusted, (Name).”

He watched as you flinched from the sound of his voice. It didn’t feel good to know you were afraid of him. “I hope you know this means you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. You’ll be staying home until further notice.”

Kurapika was well aware that you knew running from him when you were in his line of sight would result in him swiftly catching you, so he waited for a moment for you to pull yourself out of the window and walk back. If you were good and stayed quiet while he drove you home, he might even forget this silly little attempt. It was unsuccessful after all… no harm, right?

But you stayed there, and he could see your thighs starting to tremble slightly from having you stand on your tippy toes to reach the window. Your entire upper half was outside…

“I’m… stuck…”

Kurapika blinked, glancing from you to the bathroom door. “You’re… stuck? Really? You didn’t think this through at all.”

“J-just help me!” you yelped, though you immediately backtracked when you felt his aura frow cold. “P-please, Pika.”

The use of the nickname you had given him before he had kidnapped you, when the two of you had been dating and in love made him calm down immediately. You didn’t use it often now, only when you really needed something or when you were in trouble. Even though he knew it was just to soften him up, he gave in every time.

He just wanted you to call him that again, for you to love him again.

“Alright…”

Kurapika walked forward, eyeing your wiggling hips with his scarlet orbs. He may not be furious, but he still felt anger and betrayal at your attempts to get away from him.

Did he not give you a carefree life, where you wanted for nothing and was pampered like a princess? Hell, the blonde had recreated your room from home to make sure you were as comfortable as possible when he kidnapped took you away.

His hand grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the fatty flesh. It reminded him of the times before he took you, when he would hold onto you right as he fucked into your soaking cunt, whispering words of love and worship. You were his everything, and he did all of these things to keep you safe…

Couldn’t you see that? Couldn’t you understand that behind all of his actions that may seem cruel and unfair, that he did it all for you? Kurapika had thrown away his moral code, sacrificed sleep and time all for you.

Maybe he just had to remind you how good it felt to be with him.

He started off with a soft caress to the small of your back, slowly moving his hand to cup your ass. You let out a yelp, your wiggling increasing. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

He squeezed harder, his thumb rubbing against your clothes cunt. “Quiet. You just need a little reminder, my angel. You won’t want to leave again after this…”

Kurapika bent down, lifting your skirt to get to your panties. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled up in his chest when he saw the wet spot already forming. Just his touch could get you like this…

“Oh, my little angel… is this why you’ve been so restless? Been missing me?” he muttered to himself, giving a soft kiss to your clothed pussy. “I’m sorry… I wanted to give you space to get used to your new home, I should have been taking care of you better.”

You could only whine, feeling his hands easily pry open your thighs. Your panties were ripped off, tossed to the side so he could get to your pretty, dripping cunt.

“How I’ve missed you…” he said softly, giving your pussy a soft kiss. “I love you so much… let me take care of you, like I used to…”

You were barely able to hold back your moans as his tongue lapped at your folds softly, finding your clit within seconds. He couldn’t help smirking when you pressed your pussy against tongue. You wanted more, you were just too shy to say it… right?

He sucked softly on your clit, his fingers teasing your hole as you panted. “P-please…” you whispered, your legs shaking. Your face was hot and you were starting to sweat, the outside air muggy from the small rainstorm earlier that day. “Need it…”

And he complied, fucking you on his fingers. His other hand kept a hold of your hip as his tongue lapped softly at your clit. “Whatever you want, my angel. Anything you ask for is yours…”

Kurapika kept at it until you cried out his name, moving your hips to meet his fingers. “G-gonna-!”

You came, making a mess on his hand. He didn’t mind at all though, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he licked away the mess. “There we go… you must feel better now, right?”

You nodded, but he couldn’t see that so you answered softly, still recovering. “Y-yeah…”

It did feel good… but you still didn’t want to be trapped with him. You had loved Kurapika once, and maybe you still cared for him to some extent, but being kidnapped and forced into isolation where he was your only company would drive anyone insane…

“I wanna… go home…” you murmured, feeling him pull your panties back over your ass. He seemed to enjoy taking care of you like this. Dressing you, brushing your teeth, doing your hair… even though you could do it all yourself, he insisted on helping you.

Maybe he wanted to feel useful so you would willing stay with him. A willing lover was much better than a captive one.

As he tugged your skirt into place, he grabbed your hips and easily pulled you out of the window. You sighed in relief, though that didn’t last long.

You felt the familiar cold sensations of chains wrapping around you, keeping your arms pressed against your side and unusable. You had been hoping he wouldn’t punish you since he had been so sweet.. but it seemed your actions were still enough to at least slightly anger him.

“Since you can’t be trusted, you’re going to stay like this the whole way home. And when we’re back…”

He formed a chain on her wrist that linked to his. “You’ll be tethered to me at all times, until you can learn to behave.”

He seemed weirdly excited about this, his face nuzzling softly against your neck as he walked you to his car.

You were starting to realize this was less of a punishment for you, and more of a treat for him.

Well… at least he seemed happy and wasn’t staring at you coldly before leaving you alone for months. That was the usual punishment. Isolation from even him. When Kurapika was the only human you received human contact and interaction from, it was torture being ignored.

So you counted yourself lucky, only pouting a little at his clingy nature.

‘Surely she understands my love and devotion to her her now.’

He deluded himself into thinking everything was okay… you were by his side, letting him hold you close as the two of you were linked together by the short chain.

In reality, you didn’t want to move away from him and get him in a sour mood after your behavior earlier. So you stayed still and quiet, your face slightly warm as he muttered those same words of adoration that you’d hear every time the two of you made love.

Your heart was beating fast, even though you didn’t want to feel these fuzzy feelings. You still loved him, forever tethered to him whether you liked it or not.

Escape was looking less and less likely… so instead of thinking about it too much, you tried your best to relax, feeling him harden against you.

Would it be so bad to have sex with the man that stole you away from the life you had before? He had been your boyfriend, and god you were too horny to even think as he tugged your panties to the side.

“You want this?” Kurapika asked, his cock rubbing against your needy pussy.

“Y-yes, please Pika!”

And he couldn’t deny you… not when you were begging for him.

His thrusts were messy, full of need and desperation for you. Kurapika had missed this, missed being inside of your warm, tight cunt. It had been months since he had last buried himself inside of you, days before your relationship was changed forever due to him stealing you away.

It felt so good, the both of you feeling all the tension fading away as you were able to focus on nothing but the feeling of your bodies joining together.

“P-Pika!”

His heart pounded in his chest when he heard you call for him. There was no underlying motive, you just wanted him, wanted him to hold you and make you feel good like he did before. You still loved him so much, it hurt. It hurt your very sole to be so reliant on someone that stole your freedom.

“I’m here… shh…”

He quieted you with a kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as you came. Kurapika couldn’t help the way his cock twitched inside of you as he thought about the possibility this creampie could get your pregnant.

One of the things he wanted in life was a family, to continue the Kurta clan bloodline. And you, panting softly after coming down from your high, were the only one he wanted to make a mother.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…”

Kurapika carried you to the bathroom, undressing you. Before, he may have been flustered at the sight of your naked body, but he had been dating you for nearly three years… if you counted the 6 months you’d been held captive with him.

Your body still made him blush, but it was familiar, warm. Safe.

After a quick bath, the two of you curled up in bed together. You didn’t have much of a choice considering the chain keeping the two of you tethered, but even if you weren’t tied to each other, you still would have wanted his comfort after sex.

“Did so well…” he whispered, kissing your forehead. No matter what you did, Kurapika was always so gentle with you.

You could kick, yell, bite, insult him, and scream at the top of your lungs, but he would only restrain you and hold you close. His touch was never rough or meant to hurt you…

“Tired, Pika…”

He hummed softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Sleep. I’ll be here, like always.”

It was meant to reassure you, but the thought of never being able to escape him still made you uneasy. Even if you did love him, even if he made you feel good and fuzzy inside… your freedom would still always be out of your reach.

Regardless, it had been a long day, and sleep took you without any consideration for your feelings.

As you dozed off, Kurapika just watched you. He was hopeful that soon enough, he would no longer have to keep you chained for him.

All he wanted was for you to stay with him, to be happy by his side…

And as you slept, curled up in his arms, he smiled softly.

You would always be with him, safe in his arms and away from the nasty outside world full of hate and misery.

He would keep you happy, make sure you were never hurt in any way. His mind couldn’t rest when you weren’t by his side… he needed you just as much as he needed to keep you safe.

Kurapika’s eyes grew heavy, and he knew that soon, he would join you in sleep. He could rest easy, knowing that his darling was right here with him, content and asleep.

“I love you, my precious angel. I hope you know that…”

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My Boss Followed Me Home for Christmas — pjs

‣ pairing: CEO!park jay x reader

‣ genre: fluff, coworkers-to-something more?, traces of hurt/comfort

‣ wc: 4.0k

‣ summary: Your ability to empathize was a blessing and curse. When you see your boss sitting alone in his office on Christmas Day, you can’t help but invite him to your family party. And when he actually says yes, you’re kind of stuck regretting the offer simply because you’re not sure how this is going to turn out.

‣ warnings: none I don’t think?, implications that Jay doesn’t have the best family (they’re just realllly busy, nothing too bad), reader has a big family, implied that reader is smaller/shorter than Jay

‣ an: 3rd in the True Love Gave to Me Series! I honestly enjoyed writing this so much (hence why it’s way longer than I wanted it to be),, the filipino rly jumped out in this with the big family and the games I’m sorry (>///<) it’s honestly just what I’m more familiar with so it was easier for me to write! Anyways,, ENJOY THIS AND THANKS FOR READING!!

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It was weird seeing the office so empty. 

You weren’t constantly dodging bodies on the way to your desk, you’re not overstimulated by the sounds of the printers and the ringing phones, and the place did not seem as suffocating as you usually make it out to be. 

But it was only empty because it was Christmas. There was absolutely no one here and you were only here to pick up your work agenda, which made complete sense why the office was so much more appealing. 

You wished it was usually like this. 

Your phone rings the second you reach your desk. When you go to check who was calling you, you find your mother’s contact photo blown up on your screen and you answer it almost right away. 

“Hey mom.”

“Honey, where are you? Are you on the way?” You can hear voices in the background at the other end of the line and you’re guessing your family just arrived at the party.

“I am,” you say, “I just dropped by the office to pick something up. I’m guessing I’ll be there in around fifteen to twenty minutes?” You lean against your desk. You realize your agenda is not sitting on your desk so you figured it was somewhere inside it. 

“Okay, hon,” your mom acknowledges your reply, “Take care on the way here, the roads are slippery.” She says something to someone next to her, and before you can even reply she hangs up. 

You tuck your phone into your jacket pocket and pull your desk cabinet open, immediately finding your agenda on top of everything. You mutter a 'there it is' before you push the cabinet back shut, turning to leave. 

It’s before you leave that you notice the light on at the end of the long hallway to the left of your desk. It was a hallway rather hidden from the main office, so you hadn’t taken notice of it at first, but now that you did take notice, curiosity had gotten the best of you. 

Because who in the world was here on Christmas? 

You’d take a good guess and say it was a caretaker, but you didn’t think any of the caretakers were even paid well enough to be here on a major holiday. So if it wasn’t a caretaker, who was it?

You quietly make your way down the hallway, passing empty offices along the way. Then once you’ve just about reached the seemingly occupied room, you halt and use your neck to peek around the corner. 

A gasp almost audibly leaves your lips when your eyes catch sight of your boss sitting alone at his desk. His brows are furrowed as he stares up at his screen, eyes looking rather intently at whatever he was working on. You can tell that he didn’t expect anyone to catch him at the office, dressed in a simple designer hoodie. 

You hate how one of the first thoughts that enter your mind is how attractive the man looks just sitting there and typing. But you were human, after all. 

“Sir?” 

Jay jumps at your voice, swearing under his breath, “Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” His cheeks heat up in embarrassment, he makes brief eye contact with you before he avoids it altogether. 

“I was just,” you hold up your agenda, “Picking this up… what are you doing here, sir? Don’t you have any plans for Christmas?” Sure your reply seemed a bit inconsiderate because in the back of your mind you knew not everyone celebrated Christmas or the holidays… but your boss had a mini Christmas tree sitting at the corner of his desk, so you figured he did celebrate the season in some way. 

Jay’s still slightly taken aback, frozen in his seat as he studies the random lines on his computer, “I… don’t.” You watch the way his lips flicker into a frown for a quick second before he plasters a fake smile, “But it’s okay! I have a lot of work to do anyway for Wednesday! Better to catch up befo—”

“Sir, I know I don’t really have a right to say this, but you should take the day off and relax,” you frown. 

Jay is unsure how to reply. He sits in his seat for a few brief moments and his mouth bobs open and closed like a fish. Cause, frankly, how can he reply to that when he wants to do anything but go home to an empty house? Why did it have to be you who had to catch him?

If it were anyone else, they would have left him alone. 

If it were anyone else, it would have been easier to send them off with some dismissive reply he can muster up in his head.

“I don’t really want to go home,” Jay says quietly. It’s so quiet that you almost don’t catch it. But you do. And because you do, you catch the way his lips remain downturned. He just thinks you can’t see it behind the miniature Christmas tree.

You feel a tickling feeling in your chest and without thinking, you ask, “Do you want to come to my family’s Christmas party tonight?” It’s funny because you don’t regret your question (well, just a bit, but that’s beside the point). In fact, a small part of you was actually glad that your mouth had decided to choke the question out before you could hold yourself back. 

Jay gulps. He wasn’t against it, but wouldn’t it be odd for him to come? 

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

You take a step forward so that you can now clearly see him. His eyes were running over the keys of his keyboard over and over, trying to keep himself from looking at you. “You won’t be a bother. My family’s pretty big so there’s a lot of space.”

“It’s really okay, Y/N, I’m fine spending time here.” 

“Sir, I promise you, it’s fine,” you press, “My other family members bring guests all the time and we don’t care.” You take another step forward and now it was harder for Jay to avoid your gaze. 

He’s forced to look up at you and that was his mistake. Jay feels his chest explode with warmth because he now just realized that you were dressed more casually than he was used to. You were wearing a pair of baggy jeans and underneath your long coat, he could see Rudolph printed on your ugly Christmas sweater. He admits to himself that you looked adorable, but to remain professional he keeps that thought at the back of his head. 

“If… if you insist,” Jay replies slowly, unsure whether or not he should turn his computer off 

Your eyes light up, “Well, I’m going there right now. You can follow me to my house.” 

“Right now?” Jay’s hesitant to move, hand frozen on his mouse, “As in right this second?”

The answer was yes. Right that second. 

The next thing Jay knew, he was following you up the stairs of your front porch and he was not even sure how to act. He was a CEO for God’s sake. Why was he nervous about joining you for a Christmas party when he’s always up at the front of a business room speaking? It wasn’t like he was meeting your family as your boyfriend or anything (and it for sure wasn’t because he wanted to make a good impression on your family…). 

“Where are my damn keys…” You’re standing at your front door, wrist-deep and rummaging through your small bag. Jay awkwardly stands behind you, teetering back and forth on the balls of his feet like a little kid. 

Before you can even find your keys, the door swings open to reveal a short older woman with a kind smile. Her eyes light up at the sight of you and when she exclaims “Honey! Finally!” Jay immediately figures that the woman is your mom.

“Come in, come in,” she quickly says, “It’s cold out there. Oh! And you must be…?” Your mom leans over to look at Jay who’s unsure whether he should actually move. 

You speak up for him, “Um, mom, this is my bos—”

“I’m Jay,” he interrupts, “I’m–uh–Y/N’s coworker and friend.” 

“His family is–uh–busy for Christmas so I invited him,” you quickly add, “I hope that’s okay with you, mom.” 

You look back at him with a questioning look but he quickly dismisses it, “Nice to meet you, ma’am.” 

“It’s no problem, the more the merrier! And oh, just call me Auntie! There’s really no need for those kinds of formalities,” your mom laughs. Then she looks over at you with a smirk ghosting her lips but she stops herself, “Everyone’s just waiting to eat.” 

You let your mom walk ahead and you stay back, “Sir, what—”

“Y/N, we’re not at work,” Jay points out. And hearing you call him sir was sort of irritating him right now, “It’s… Just call me Jay… besides you invited me into your home right?” Then he repeats what your mom said just moments ago, “No need for those kinds of formalities.”  

You can’t help but laugh, side-eyeing him, “Fine, if you say so, Jay.” 

You lead Jay into the house, and he’s greeted by your family members sprawled out all over the living room and kitchen. When you said your family was big, you weren’t kidding. He had no idea how he was supposed to approach this situation. 

When Jay turns the corner, trailing you closely, he’s met with a room full of people, all dressed in ugly Christmas sweaters like you were. A few of your older relatives were sitting at the dining table chatting about something seemingly interesting. At one corner of the nearby living room, right by the Christmas tree, were kids shaking presents, trying to take good guesses as to what they were receiving this year. And huddled on the couches was a group of young adults around your age—he’d guess they were your cousins—and they were having their own conversation, too. 

And though Jay should be feeling out of place because not only does he not know anyone but you, he wasn’t wearing an ugly Christmas sweater like everyone else was, he simply doesn’t. 

The atmosphere felt welcoming—that was his first impression. And he couldn't have been happier when you started introducing him to everyone, making him genuinely feel welcome.

Your aunts and uncles gazed at him with large eyes, curious about who this boy was despite you clearly introducing him as your friend. And when you brought him to meet your cousins last, you were surprised that Jay easily clicked with your guy cousins. It was like you were seeing a whole different side of your boss, one that proved that he was your age and not the uptight CEO you face at work.

“The dress code for this year was ugly Christmas sweaters,” you say once you both settled with your cousins, “But I’m guessing you already noticed.” Jay sits cross-legged in the empty spot next to you.

Jay nods, “Your family all seem so nice.” 

“I’m glad you think that,” you grin, “I take pride in that, if I’m being honest.” Then you realize that the topic of family might be a bit too sensitive for Jay and you try to change it, “Anyways, after dinner, we play games. You better join.” 

“I’ll try?” Jay questions. You can tell he’s growing more comfortable with the situation, but he’s still trying to keep himself composed. 

“Trying is better than nothing,” you shrug, “But I promise you you’ll have a lot of fun.”

There’s a brief silence between the two of you and Jay has this sudden urge to thank you. Because, well, it made sense in this situation. He could wait ‘till the end, but he was itching to just shower you in thank yous.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“This took me a while to find deep in your dad’s things but I finally found it!” Your mom comes out of nowhere, arms slipping between the two of you to reveal an ugly sweater, “I know your dad had another from years ago!”

“I’m confused,” you say.

“For Jay!” Your mom holds the sweater out for Jay to take, a bright smile stretched across her face. She jokes, “Don’t want you sticking out like a sore thumb in pictures. Why are you wearing black on Christmas, hm?” 

You almost facepalm, seeing your mom treat Jay like he was your boyfriend. Sure, it was great she was trying to make Jay feel even more included, but the gesture seemed so… odd to be doing it with just a friend of yours. You’re hoping that Jay isn’t getting the wrong idea because, frankly, it would be embarrassing if he did.

“Oh… t-thank you auntie…” Jay gulps and you see his eyes flicker toward you. He wonders if you think it was weird for him to take it. But he didn’t want to say no to your mom, not when she went out of her way to find the sweater, “I’ll put it on right now.”

“You better,” your mom jokes one more time before leaving you both and back to your other relatives. 

You watch as Jay goes to take his hoodie off, revealing a white t-shirt. At first glance, you don’t process what’s printed on his shirt, but when he fumbles with the sweater, you realize that it’s an old Christmas shirt from when he was a kid. The text reads Christmas 2010 and the picture is a picture of him and his parents. You figured that the shirt was probably his dad's.

You smile sadly, eyeing the shirt as he throws on the sweater. You don’t notice, but the corners of Jay’s lips lift upward into a small, subtle smile. He looks up at you, “How does it look?”

“It looks good,” you say, “A little bit big, but it’s fine.” You can see the way the sleeves bunch up at Jay’s wrists. He looked rather adorable in the sweater (and again, you don’t say anything).

The games began soon after it was established that everyone was finished digesting their food. 

One of your older cousins, who had planned the games, started the games with the kids first. You secretly knew it was just a tactic to get them tired for later, hoping that they’d settle while the adults and older kids played their own games.

Then when that was done and over with, she moved on to the first game that you and Jay could participate in—the island game. The premise of the game was to step onto a sheet of gift wrapping paper and, along with a partner, fold and manipulate it so that they both could stand on it without touching the floor. 

“We need six groups of two!” 

Two by two, you watch your cousins as they group together, stepping up to get the secret prize sitting in a gift bag. 

“You two should join!” your mom urges, “What fun is it just watching? Jay, you must be clever right? Go try!”

Afraid to say no to your mom, Jay turns to you, “I’ll do it if you do it… you said it’d be fun, right?”

You hesitate for a quick moment. Yes, the games were fun, but you were talking about the relays or the simple, single-player games. You weren’t sure if you wanted to play with Jay, simply because it involved having to get all up close and personal with your partner. 

You look around and notice that a handful of your family members are waiting for you and Jay to join, and that pressure is something you can’t take. You nod and plaster a smile on your face, “Right! Let’s go!” 

Nervously you walk to an empty sheet sitting flat on the ground and Jay follows you, standing at your side as your cousin runs over the rules. You wait for Jay to realize the mistake he’s made by suggesting to play, but instead of a look of worry, he’s smiling. He looked rather excited, a hint of determination ghosting his face. 

Before you both know it, the game begins. The first round was the easiest—you both had simply stood within the two-feet by two-feet sheet of paper. But as each round passes, the area that you and Jay can stand on gets smaller and smaller. And as the area shrinks, so does the space between you two.

You’re so close to him that you can smell his perfume and you can feel his breath against your forehead. Your heart betrays you because you can feel it pounding against your chest. You only hope that Jay doesn’t hear or feel it. 

You look down at the folded sheet of paper. It was less than half of its original size and something is telling you that the next round was going to be difficult. 

Your cousin cues for the next round to begin and you and Jay get off the paper to fold it. He mumbles, “I don’t think we can both stand on this. Or both our feet at least.” 

“We can each balance on one foot,” you suggested. You test out the size and place your foot on it. There was barely enough room for two feet.

When Jay notices this he shakes his head, “I don’t think that would work… we’d just fall over. I think I’ll have to carry you.” His suggestion makes you look up and you find him staring back, “You can get on my back?”

“Can you balance on one foot with me on your back?” you question. It’s suddenly getting hot in the room. Was it your sweater? You hope so. You don’t want to dwindle on the thought any longer. 

He nods, “I think I can.” 

“O-Okay,” you say quietly. You glance at the other teams and see that your cousins are on the brink of tears trying not to laugh because if they laughed, they’d lose balance with the ridiculous poses they’re somehow pulling. 

Jay kneels down, one knee touching the ground before he gestures for you to get on. And you do, though you get on carefully because you’re still not processing the situation. Once you hop on his back, Jay gently guides your legs around his torso and he pulls your upper body closer to his back with a tug on your sleeve. When you are secured on his back, he easily stands up. 

Now you’re afraid that he can feel the way your heart’s beating against his back. There was absolutely no way he couldn’t. 

“It’s easier for me if you’re like this,” he says to you. You nod even though you’re right behind him, “Stay as still as you can.” 

Jay steps onto the folded piece of paper, waiting for your cousin to tell the teams that it is time to hold positions. Once she had given the signal, Jay raised his left leg in the slightest, balancing on just his right foot. 

Almost immediately, your cousins fail to keep themselves from touching the ground and, somehow, you and Jay are the only ones left standing. You don't process it until it is announced.

“Congratulations to Y/N and Jay for being the first adult winners of the night!” Your cousin cheers. You notice that she has tears in her eyes from laughing as she approaches you both with the prize. A bunch of the older adults are clapping in amusement, heads shaking from the entertainment. 

You quickly jump off of Jay’s back, and out of habit, you grab his hand, shaking it out of joy. You repeat a ‘we won’ a couple of times and Jay couldn’t help but beam at the string of events, watching as you receive the present for the both of you.

Jay has never in his life played party games at a family party. Sure his family was too busy to even have parties like this, but even if they did have the time to plan out a party, his family was too small for these games to even be considered fun. 

And if he were being honest, this party was the most fun he’s had in so long. 

“What is it?” Jay leans in close to you, trying to catch sight of whatever’s in the bag. You both have settled on the couch while the next game begins. 

You pull the prize out to reveal two big bags of your favourite expensive holiday chocolate and your eyes gleam at the sight. You drop one bag and then hand the other to Jay, “Here you go. That was fun!”

Jay nods, a smile settling upon his lips. “It really was.” The adrenaline from the game is beginning to vanish and he’s coming down from his high. “Let’s play the next one?”

When it was getting late, Jay decided that it was time to leave. It wasn’t like he was leaving to escape from the party, because truly, he had spent so much time on games and picture-taking that his energy was beginning to diminish. He’d love to stay, but he knows that tomorrow, he’ll have to be back at the office doing work. 

He wonders how this night will change the way you guys are in office. Surely, he’ll keep his professionalism at work, but he can’t just pass by you tomorrow and act like you didn’t willingly invite him into your home to spend Christmas with your family. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sir!” You say at the doorway, “I hope you had fun.” Jay is silent for a few long moments and you can’t help but call out to him, “Sir?”

“S-sorry, I just started getting you used to calling me by name that it threw me off,” he replies sheepishly. 

“Oh… um, I’ll call you whatever you’d like.” 

“When we’re out of the office, just call me Jay okay?” Jay shuffled forward and he’s closer to you now, “It’s more fitting, don’t you think?” 

You nod and you huff out a large puff of air that shows up in front of you, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then, Jay.” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Jay echoes. There's a lingering feeling in the cool air that engulfs the both of you. You couldn't quite put a name to it, but it was a nice feeling. It was warm. Then, before you know it, Jay finds himself giving you a hug. And not one of those half-assed side hugs, but one that you could easily tell he needed.

You hesitate at first, but then you slowly return the gesture.

After what felt like a while, he stepped back, “S-sorry I... I'm just really thankful for tonight. Tell your family thank you, too.” There’s so much more that Jay wants to say, but for now, this will simply suffice. 

“It’s nothing,” you say, still slightly stunned, “I expect to see you next year, then.” 

One corner of Jay’s lips jerks up and he laughs, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

When Jay leaves, you turn back to rejoin your family, who’s looking at you expectedly. 

“What?”

“Did you guys kiss?” One of your cousins joke.

You brows furrow and you burst out laughing, “Ha! No way!” What the hell was this guy even talking about? You and Jay kissing? He was your boss for god’s sake. Isn’t that like… forbidden or something? 

You try to change the topic because the thought was mind-boggling and you didn’t want them to catch the way your cheeks and your ears were heating up at the thought. “He says thank you,” You say and move to sit next to them, “And I told him he should come next Christmas.”

Your mom betrays you, “As your boyfriend?” Of course she would say that. 

Another laugh leaves your lips and you shake your head, “I don’t think that’ll ever happen.”

(Or so you think.)

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 ; 𝘵𝘻11 ୨୧

➪ summary: pictures and text messages of her and her brother's best friend leak and she stays curled up in her room, not talking to anyone. so mason calls up her best friend and soon enough, trevor is on a plane to england

➪ warnings: things being leaked, crying, reader thinks her brothers hate her, crappy friends

➪ word count: 1.3k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: red, white, and royal blue is 100% the inspiration to this fic and yes i did basically copy the phone call and speech but its just too cute to ignore. i literally am in love with this movie. part two will be out tomorrow i hope! this would’ve been out earlier but i took a nap (shocking i know)

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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic: no hand touches, stolen glances, nothing.

However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.

Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.

She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone. 

She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.

Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one. 

It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still playling, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”

He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature. 

Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him.  He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.

It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”

Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“Thank me later.”

Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.

She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”

“Baby!” 

Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”

“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”

She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”

“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”

“Hurry please.”

And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”

He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.

“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”

“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”

He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”

This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”

“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”

“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”

He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”

“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”

She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”

“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”

She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”

“Apparently-”

“Hey.”

The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”

“Your brothers are here.”

𝗠𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ୨୧

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*- TOUGH GUY -*

( PART 1 OF 2 )

CONTAINS :: p in v (unprotected), pet names, yelling, fighting, aggression, cursing, hickeys, use of y/n, choking, biting, sucking, sub!reader, Dom!matt, massaging

THIS FANFICTION IS MADE FOR 18+ AND I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR CHOICE OF READING. VIEWER DISCRESSION IS ADVISED.

CONTEXT :: You went to a party with Nick, Chris, and Matt, that’s all you should know for now. ;)

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I had looked behind me to see nick no longer behind me in this club of dancing and drunk people. Ugh. I knew I never should’ve taken my eye off nick or Chris. Nick is probably talking to some random guy and Christopher is probably in another girls pussy. I sighed and pulled some of my hair behind my ear as I shuffled through the large crowd, being mugged at and laughed at for pushing past such large people.

When I had finally made it out of the sweaty and thick crowd I took my phone out of my black chanel purse and tried to use my Face ID before it failed. “Ugh. Are you fucking serious.” I said as it continued to fail until I just decided it would be quicker to put my password in. I quickly snapped my fingers along the virtual keyboard before finding my way to type in nicks phone number to figure out where the fuck he was even at.

I put my phone against my ear as I fiddled with my purse. It rung for a while before I heard the noises go silent. “Nick where—�� instead of hearing nicks voice I heard that stupid fucking Siri voice to tell me it went to voice mail and to leave a message after the beep. I grunted in annoyance and left him a message.

“Bitch you seriously better pick up your phone, this party is lame as shit and I’m tryna go home.” I spoke into my phone before I felt somebody bump into my shoulder, making me drop my phone. I gasp and look to the left and saw it was Matt. “Matt! Where is nick and Chris?” I said grabbing my phone and shoving it into my purse eager to leave already. Matt gave me a confused look before speaking

“I thought they were with you?” Matt was a little Jack ass and always had that sarcastic little tough guy attitude. My jaw clenched at his rude tone. “Well do you see them with me?” I said pointing behind me and looking around as if I was looking for them. I seen Matt’s sharp jaw clench the same as mine as he sucked the insides of his cheeks to avoid any words falling out. He sighed and looked at the floor.

“You need to watch this whole little attitude moron.” He said crossing his arms. He had that wannabe-tough little tilt to his head. Ugh. I knew if I wasn’t nice to him he wasn’t gonna help me out for shit so I guess I should fix my petty attitude.

“Okay fine, can you just help me find nick and Chris? Nick isn’t picking up his phone and I don’t even want to know what Chris is doing right now.” I said sighing. All I wanted to do at this point was to go home. I tried my best to keep my composure and not just lunge and beat the shit out of Matt for his cocky attitude and snarky replies, but I also couldn’t help but feel butterflies flutter through my body.

Fuck. Why did I feel this way about an attitude I hated so much?! My own thoughts were cut off by Matt clearing his throat and finally responding after 4 and a half years. “If you don’t know when they are why would I know where they are?” He said passive aggressively. My eye brows furrowed and I looked around to make sure it wasn’t me he was talking to like a bitch. I couldn’t only just take this disrespect any longer.

“What are you looking for? Nick and Chris?” He chuckled making me look stupid for just looking around ever so quickly. “No I’m looking for who the fuck you’re talking to with that slutty little attitude.” I said getting all in his face. I know Chris and nick told me to not react to his dumbass attitude but it’s so irritating there’s no point in just taking it. Matt gave me this dirty little look aside from his normal bitch face. “You thought you did something?” He chuckled in my face, a dap of spit flying onto my cheek. This was enough for me to end him right there.

“Look im not about to fight with you right in the middle of the club this is fucking stupid.” I said getting blinded by the party lights and having to raise my voice slightly due to the loud music playing. I flipped my hair back slightly and crossed my arms alike Matt. Matt had now pulled out his phone with one of his fingers in his pocket. “Then don’t fucking fight with me I don’t know what you tell you.” He let out a nonchalant little chuckle. My eye brows furrowed further and if I took anymore of his disrespect I don’t think I would be able to help myself but exploding into a fucking oblivion. I grabbed Matthew and dragged him outside of the club.

“What’s your fucking deal? You’ve had this little attitude since me and you first met which was about a year and a half ago. I’m literally so done dealing with it and your fucking ‘tough guy’ attitude makes me just want to beat the shit out of you.” I said really trying to keep my hands to myself. My fists were balled and my hands were flying around to my words. “I guess you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” Matt said chuckling again.

I grunted one last time before I pushed back onto the car HARD. The sound of him hitting the metal left a soft echo through the parking lot that I had originally dragged him to. He took no time to grab my arms and slam me face first against the car. He pulled my arms behind my back to keep me in place. “What’s your fucking deal?” He said getting all in my face, making me more irritated how defenseless I was in his grip. Why did I kinda.. nevermind. I’m not even gonna let these thoughts infiltrate my brain. “Let my fucking go Matt I’m so serious with you right now I— mm..” I said trying to hold my words back.

“your what? Tell me.” He said continuing to get into my face as if my cheek wasn’t pressing against the car glass. His breath was hot on my neck that gave me goosebumps along with a shiver down my spine, not only from the cold but from his teasing words. “We can take this to the bathroom.” He said finally letting go of my wrists.

To the bathroom?! I screamed it so loudly in my head I’m surprised the tiny little voice didn’t echo loud enough for him to hear it. My face turned red but I couldn’t help but want to be alone with this little tough guy. I felt desire grow through my dress but I knew he would think I was some kind of freak if he ever found out how his aggressiveness and him in general made me feel. “Fine. Fucking loser.” I muttered under my breath. Something inside of me WANTED him to hear it. But I kept my complaints quiet.

I walked in front of him back into the club. He looked down on me as he walked slowly behind me. The sexual music in the backround made the tension between us thicker.. unless the feeling wasn’t mutual between us. We finally made it to the bathroom and he locked the door behind us once we both walked in. Matthew sighed before looking around everywhere but where I was, where I wanted him to look. It was clear he was growing harder through his denim jeans and he was trying so hard to leave it alone. He sucked his cheeks in and put his phone in his back pocket. The ceiling light etched out the perfection of his face and his sharp cheekbones.

“You— you brought me in here, what do you want?!” I said trying so hard to keep an angry front instead of falling to my knees in front of him and begging for him to ruin the fuck out of me. Matt had finally looked at me and his eyes narrowed. His lips had parted like he was gonna say something but he squinted his eyes and looked away, the only thing falling out from his lips was a dark chuckle. “What?! What the fuck are you laughing at?” Seriously, why was he laughing? It was making my fists ball up and it gave me the urge to just push him again like I did outside. I sighed and before I could say anything else he finally spoke.

“It’s so fucking hard to say anything bad about you when you’re dressed like such a pretty little lady.” He said putting his hands in his pockets, finally looking at me again. If only it was really me who he was looking at. He started to look down at my curves and lady lumps throughout my body. I heard a slight growl come from him as he sucked his cheeks in once more. My face grew a bright red no matter how hard I tried to fight it back. I tried my best to keep myself together as I sighed. “What are you even saying?” I said trying to act confused to avoid any awkwardness between us.

“You know exactly what I mean.” He said stepping closer to me and putting his hands on my waist. What the fuck was happening?! Was he high? Was he drunk? “Matthew, are you drunk? Why are you putting your hands on me.” I put my hands on his hands wanting to push them back, but if I did, I wouldn’t want him to suddenly leave me and take the hint. “No, no why would I be drunk right now? I just- just the way your fucking dressed and the way my name rolls off your little pink lips.. fuck..” his own words almost made him fall apart. My face continued to blush. There was no holding it back anymore. His right hand slid up my waist, up my neck, and up to my face. He held my face and rubbed it with his thumb. The tension between us was thick.

The dim ceiling light in the bathroom created a small humming noise that broke any silence. “Matth-“ I said before I was interrupted by Matt’s hungry mouth clashing against mine, I had tasted alcohol on his lips and tongue but his expensive cologne had originally drowned it all out. He was kissing me and I was kissing him as his lips parted from mine and he started to kiss down my neck, his big fingers dressed with his cold rings slid up my dress sending a shiver only a blizzard could give me. I tilted my neck to the side to give him better access, almost wanting it to happen. But I did.. I wanted this to happen so fucking badly. I let out some small sounds as my fingers ran through the back of his hair. He was letting out small growls as he sucked and bit on my neck.

“M’take it off.” he said against my neck as he tugged on my dress. He parted himself from my neck and tugged at it harder “fucking take it off, I don’t like asking twice.” He said as he pressed his forehead against mine. The closeness had finally made me realize how red his eyes were. His eyes had a pinkish tint, and it only made me feel even wetter. I slowly slipped my arms out of the black dress I was dressed in. I had started to slide it down my body slowly before Matt’s veiny hands gripped the dress and pulled it down quickly for me all the way down to the ankles. He picked up my light body and snatched the dress from under me and threw it to the corner of the bathroom. My legs were wrapped around his hips and he held me effortlessly. He pushed me against the wall to keep me up off the ground and fiddled with his pants. He finally took them off and they dropped to his ankles. He didn’t bother removing them from under his feet.

“How about— how about you tell me how much of a tough guy I am.. how about that” he said in a growling whisper. I couldn’t see his cock but I could feel it pushing against my entrance as he held his hands on my ass. It surprised me and turned me on further how strong he was and how he could hold me up for so long.. “oh— okay..mkay..” I said nervously. He slowly sunk me down on his cock and gave my neck a peck.

“You feel it sweetheart?” He smirked. How could I not feel it? His junk was bigger than any I’ve ever taken. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my head onto his shoulder. “Mphhh.. yes..y-yeah I feel it.. ngh..” I struggled to get out. I was taking deep breaths, from how much pleasure I was receiving and how much I couldn’t believe this was fucking happening! He started to lift me and sink me on his cock repeatedly. “Now tell me how tough I am sweetheart.” He pushed me against the wall again to swipe his thumb against my lips. I was struggling even thinking let alone to let out physical words. “Y-you.. you..” I whined. This was sexual embarrassment for me and how he made me feel so useless and stupid, but so full and pleasured. I could only let out moans and gasps. “Let me make this easier for you, little bunny,”

He pulled out and laid me on the cold floor, sending a small shiver through me. He then parted my legs again and rubbed his fingers between my soft thighs. “Aren’t you the most beautiful thang’?” He smirked. I laid my head back and nodded as I continued trying to control my breathing. He had slowly started to push into me again, taking my breath away, that familiar feeling coming back. I had wrapped my arms around Matthew’s neck again as my eyes rolled back and closed. “Oh.. oh god..” I whined. “Nah.. nah open your eyes.. open them for me..” Matt said starting to thrust into me harder, making echoing claps through the cold and empty bathroom. I obeyed him and opened his eyes to see his beautiful face. Seeing him on top of me already brought me close to an orgasm. I’ve always wanted to be under him. Whether it was on my knees for him, or to be under him like k am right now.

“Now tell me how tough I am sweet girl.” He said in his raspy and fucked voice. He was focused on his thrusts as he looked down at himself disappearing inside of me. I whined again feeling humiliated at how much he was already fucking me up. “You— your n…nottt…” I whined as my tits bounced from his thrusts. He let out an unimpressed laugh. “So why you calling me tough n’ sassy hm?” He wrapped an arm around my neck using his thumb to push my head up. I whimpered again. “Nghhh..” I hated how this felt but I couldn’t get enough of how he was putting me in my place so well. “Why y’ain’t tellin’ me sweetheart?” He loved seeing me like this and I could tell. His hand left my neck and he quickened his thrusts chasing his own release. He sucked on the side of my neck as he banged me like an animal.

My head and thoughts went fuzzy as I just stared at the ceiling and took his thick cock. My walls squeezed around him. My whimpers flew through the air one after the other and his grunts and growls followed. I felt an unfamiliar tightness build within my lower stomach. I kept moaning and I had started to get louder. Matthew pushed himself all the way inside of me and put his 2 first fingers in my mouth. “Shhh.. be quiet little bunny.. you wouldn’t want anybody to hear us.. right?” He chuckled. My mouth immediately closed on his fingers and started to suck on them. I shook my head and my whimpers and moans had became significantly more quiet than my loud and noisey ones before. The tension was broken by three hard knocks on the door. Matt had broken eye contact with me and looked over to the door. He has hesitated to respond for a second but decided to make himself known. “Yeah?” Matt said looking down at me forcing his fingers further into my mouth making sure I was quiet.

“Matt we have been looking for you everywhere.” Chris’ voice sounds eager but also relieved behind the clubs bathroom door. “I have nick waiting in the car where is y/n?” Chris was clearly just going to wait outside until he was gonna get a response. It was a struggle to keep quiet since Matt was still stretching me out and his random shuffles made him thrust deeper into me. “Mmphhh!” I whined before Matt took his fingers from my mouth and put his hand over my mouth. His 2 fingers coated with my saliva was cold on my face, I had taken the hint to not let out any type of noise.

“No.. uh.. go look for y/n by yourself im about to get out and I’ll look for her too!” Matthew said muttering swears under his breath that we had gotten caught. I placed my hands on Matt’s chest but he didn’t bother looking down at me, his eyes locked on the door like it was his prey. “No I can wait.. she might turn up.” Chris said still outside of the door. Matt’s face was lighting up a bright red as he was starting to get embarrassed that we got caught. Matt pulled out of me quickly leaving that empty but so fufilled feeling. “M-Matt we are leaving the club?” I whispered still laying on my back. Matt had gotten up and grabbed our clothing. “Yeah sweetheart. Let me do the talking with nick and Chris.” He said putting his jeans on. He sat me up by my waist and slide the dress over my head. Both of our hairs were fucked out and messy and hickeys were left on my neck.

“Cmon princess.” He said helping me get up. He looked over at my head again and chuckled. “Your hair is so fucked up.” He swipes his hand against my head trying to flatten it but it had done nothing. “Stop bullying me.” I chuckled. We had finally left the bathroom and Chris gave us this smirking little look. “Why were you both in the bathroom, huh?” Chris did his little feet tap to Matt and poked his sides playfully. “Nothing, she said she didn’t want to argue in the middle of the club.” Matt said. “Oh really?” Chris said unimpressed. “So then Casper did those right?” Chris said, he had pointed at the purple and blue hickeys that Matt had decorated and laced my neck in. Shit.

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yes I’ll make a part 2 if you guys really want it & I get good feedback !

I also didn’t proof read this was just something quick I decided to make last minute expecially because I’ve had no motivation ! <3

Love you, who support me. 💕

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THE CLIENT - John Wick x F!Reader

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synopsis: you go to some extreme measures to make sure you get your rent paid on time.

⚠️ warnings ⚠️: DUB/NON con, s3x work, cursing, sugar daddycore, implied violence, brief descriptions of violence, misleading job descriptions, good & bad name calling, chasing, financial / emotional manipulation, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! MINORS DNI! 4379 words.

author’s note: I am so sorry about not being active, I’ve been meaning to take this off of the back burner for some time now. If you follow me you probably have noticed that this is based off of a short blurb I uploaded a few months ago. I’ve been avoiding writing because of several anon hate messages I’ve gotten about Fake It, and it put a huge damper on my writing process. but I’m back and I hope you all enjoy!

This economy is shit.

That's the sentence you continue to repeat in your brain. Should you have to work more than your full time accounting job at that stupidly high skyscraper downtown? Absolutely not, but your rent was bumped up by 15%, and a mere 40 hour work week won’t cut it anymore.

“Can you work nights?” The temp agent asks from across his desk. The florescent lights of his office (that is desperately in need of an update) are giving you a headache. The pot of coffee on the table in the corner is starting to burn.

“Yeah. Anytime after 6.” You quickly answer, your leg that’s crossed on top of the other is bouncing. The worker nods his head and clacks his vintage looking keyboard in front of his computer monitor.

The thick silence in this small space might kill you.

The worker’s eyes squint at his screen, before they trail back to you, seeming to give your face and your body a look over.

“Do you have any experience with housekeeping?” The worker asks, which makes your head tilt. Your printed and slightly crumpled resume is right there in front of him. Idiot.

“I mean, not houses, but when I worked retail I would have to clean the store from time to time.” You tell him and raise your eyebrows.

He nods and continues to stare at you. Creep.

“There’s an opening for a private housekeeper gig a bit north. You wouldn’t be tied to an agency, the client would pay you directly.” The man informs you. “Can, can I just do one thing first? Usually our employers, uh, they typically request pictures of their applicants.” The temp agent stammers and grabs his smartphone from his desk drawer. “Let me just…”

You don’t have any time to decline, since the flash is already going off in your direction.

“Uh- I’ve never heard of anything like that.” you question while the man types on his phone.

“Have you been employed through a temp agency before?”

“Well, not exact-“

“Then clearly you’re unfamiliar with how this works.” He interjects before setting the device down. “The pay is very good, although the employer hasn’t told me specifics. 3 nights a week after 6:30. 3 to 4 hour shifts. Does that work?” the worker asks and pushes up his glasses.

You feel a bit dumbfounded, and you have a strange suspicion that this man is gaslighting the hell out of you. But what can you do? You’re about to be 3 weeks late on rent.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You mumble out.

It wasn’t fine. You hate the fact that instead of being able to snuggle up with your dog and watch reruns of New Girl, you have to pick up a second job.

“Great. I’ll have him give you a call.” was the last thing the man told you before you left the building. Secretly, you hope whoever this ‘employer’ is, they just forget about contacting you.

Hours later, you’re putting groceries into your fridge when your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket. You answer of course.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, uh…” a deep male voice on the other line asks, accidentally mispronouncing your first name. Chuckling, you quickly correct him. “My mistake, forgive me. Ah, I heard you’re looking for a job?”

Your eyes bulge and you suddenly straighten up as if the man is having a face to face conversation with you. There was no way he was already calling you! Totally unprepared, you cleared your dry throat.

“Yeah, yep, that’s me.” you answer his question. His voice is so sultry. The man is clearly older than you, and it’s clear that he thinks before he speaks.

“Perfect. Pay is 1200 an hour, and if you swing by around 6:45 tomorrow that would be great. Can I email you my address?” The man offers online. You frown and choke on the water you were sipping.

“Woah, woah, excuse me. You said… 1200 an hour?” You repeat his payment offer.

“Yeah, is that a problem? All in cash.”

You almost have a heart attack.

“Nope, nope no problem at all.”

“Excellent. And, by the way, wear something, comfortable.” He says over the phone. You frown.

“Comfortable?” You question.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” He replies.

In hindsight you should have thought this through. You should have seen this coming, since men are disappointing and so vile. And you even know that you’re an idiot for agreeing.

So you do, and end the call.

6:45 comes faster than you thought it would. Your finger presses the door bell, and as you look around the neighborhood he’s in, the only thing you can think of? This dude is in a completely different tax bracket than you.

As for the comfortable clothing, you opted for some leggings and a long sleeve tee shirt that accidentally accentuates your waist and chest. You didn’t think anything of it. Did you think $1200 an hour was a bit off? Totally. But the guy was probably desperate for someone to clean this enormous house up.

You’re completely wrong.

The large door creaks open, and you come to face a man, middle aged, with long dark hair that seems to be tied in the back. A man bun? Really. You don’t say anything about it. Instead you smile and give the classic:

“Hi! You had a cleaning scheduled for 6:45?”

The words are bubbly and of course higher pitched. Like any customer service job, you’ve trained yourself to fake a smile and a friendly voice.

His rugged features surprise you. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched, his dark beard that grows on his face. The way his thin brown eyes trace over your body as he pressed his lips together. As if you were on display, only for him.

You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. But you’re not here for that. You’re here to work.

Are you?

“Yeah, you’ll do.” The man nods and allows you to enter his domain.

What the fuck did that mean? You don’t allow him to see the way your eyebrows scrunch up at his remark.

His house that reeks of modern contemporary architecture, the bachelor pad vibes were insane in this place. Regardless, the home seemed almost empty, even though it wasn’t. The vast size of it makes it so every little noise is able to bounce off the walls.

“Do you want something to drink?” Your new boss asks. He looks down at you with little to no expression on his handsome features. Despite the lack of emotion, a tinge of determination lingers in his narrowed brown eyes. “Call me John, by the way. Mister Wick will make me feel like a senior citizen.”

You just laugh. He already knows your name. Of course he does, why didn’t you expect otherwise? That temp agency definitely gave it to him.

“John it is.” You test out the name on your tongue; the simplicity of it is so right for him.

But something doesn’t sit right with you. It’s as if your body is subconsciously ringing all of the woman alarms that you should listen to.

Oh but you could use the cash! It’s the uneasy pit in your gut that churns and twists, attempting to pry yourself out of the situation.

Of course you ignore it.

“Right. So. There’s this particular spot I need help cleaning.” John’s hand guided you by the small of your back, you didn’t even notice how close he was standing to you. As if John were nothing but a ghost in the wind.

He leads you right in the living room, where a large crimson stain has set itself into the oak flooring. Your eyes widen, instinctively backing away, forgetting that John was directly behind you. Your shorter body runs into his, and he sets his strong hands on your shoulders.

Oh my god. A serial killer hired you. Or at least a murderer. The sheer size of the blood stain definitely was a fatal amount to lose. It’s as if someone had taken a liter of blood and dumped it onto his expensive flooring.

“I’m sure you can understand why this is such a lucrative deal, right?” John’s voice rumbled into your right ear. Chills trickle down your spine, caused simply from his touch and his murmur. But this is bad. You need to leave. You can’t just clean up murder messes for a living!

“I, I don’t know if I can-“

“Oh I know you can. Say, are you a good multi-tasker?” John asked, his grip on your shoulders becoming a bit tighter. It feels possessive almost. You should have listened to your woman warnings your body gave you.

Your canine teeth dig into your soft tongue.

“I mean, yeah.” You squeak out to answer the man who’s paying you. A throaty laugh leaves his mouth.

“Oh, good to hear.”

The scent of his cologne enters your nose. Tobacco, ginger, cocoa even. It’s intoxicating, the way his smell lingers in the air; and how it’ll imprint itself onto your own clothes and skin. You can’t let this man’s Dior Sauvage distract you from getting the fuck out of this house.

“Listen, I don’t-“

“2156, 45rd Avenue. Apartment 5. Right?” John suddenly asks. Those chills that ran down your spine seem to be more sinister than you initially realized. You turn around and glare up at him.

“How do you know that?” You immediately question him with a brash voice.

John lets out a deep chuckle, his handsome smile is so stupid. You don’t want to be attracted to him.

“You should take the job. I could buy your building, your rent could go down significantly.” John smirked down at your trembling form. “But, I’ll need you to be good at more than just cleaning.” His voice grumbles into your ear. His hot breath sticks to your neck. His voice is deep and almost off putting, in a good way. God the way he speaks. The way he looks you over with those pretty brown eyes.

Your mouth lets out a gasp as you suddenly feel his large hand reach around and grab one of your breasts. His unwanted touch feels like fire against your clothing. Your body tries to squirm.

“Shh, dear, let me touch you. I like it more if there’s less of a reaction.” John whispered, you feel his erection grow as he presses his groin into your ass.

“Woah, WOAH!” You yell, shoving him away. Surprisingly he backs away, with his hands in the air. There’s a smirk that plays on his rugged face, as he bites his tongue and lets his eyes devour your body.

“Really? You want to refuse me? Do you know who I am, little girl?” John chuckled, taking a few steps forward.

“You know what? I think I’m good on the job, you’re a fucking weirdo.” Is all you have to say to that. His rugged face has the meanest scowl you have ever seen in your life.

The tension in the air is so uncomfortable, and you want to punch yourself for not listening to your gut. The churning. The accelerated heart rate.

This was all wrong, that creepy temp agent had set you up with some gig that was clearly not legitimate in the slightest, of course it was too good to be true. Men only want one thing, and you don’t know how you didn’t manage to connect the dots.

You grimace at the thought of what he just did to you as your legs sprint towards the door.

“Not so fast, little one.” John growls, it seems he’s got you pinned against his entryway door. Your face is pressed against the wood, and you cry out in pain from the abrupt slam of your body.

“What if I bought your apartment building, and raised your rent? That’s why you have this job, right? That’s why a pretty thing like you waltzed into that temp agency and expected some help. God, I’m glad that agent sent me a picture. Do you know how much I came looking at your confused face?” John huffs out, biting his lip and moaning at the thought. His brown eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second as he recalls the orgasm he had, just thinking about you.

When he was hunched over in his shower, canines digging cuts into his bottom lip and drawing blood as John fucked into his balled up fist. When he whimpered your name like a pathetic needy bitch, the noise bouncing off of the bathroom walls to remind him of what a sick piece of shit he is. The mere idea of him taking advantage of a woman in a predicament like this made his balls ache in excitement. His toes would curl on the wet bathtub floor just imagining you being his good little fuck toy.

The ragged tone in his breath and voice make John sound desperate, deprived even.

“God I want you to swallow my cum so bad, I bet you’d look like a good girl, taking me in your mouth, huh? You wanna swallow daddy’s load?”

You elbow him right in the chest, but fall to the wooden floor while you do so. Too bad you’ve always been a clumsy bitch.

You groan as the pain shoots up your spine. And you panic. This absolute dilf of a man was a freak! And by the looks of all of that blood on his floor, a monster. A serial killer maybe! What the fuck was the point of listening to all of those podcasts if you didn’t take the god damn hints John had shown several times?!

John doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you kick, scream, struggle, he even gives your left asscheek a swift smack just for fun. You let out a yelp.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go into the other room, and I’m going to buy your building. All I have to do is make a call. And you, cutie, get to make a decision.” John chuckled. “You leave, and I’ll have a group of men take out all of your shit from your place; and replace your doorknobs. Or,” John grabs your waist, your hand swats him away as you give him a glare. John sighs and gives you a smile, ruffling your hair with his large hand. “Or you let me have my way with you; while you clean up my little mess. And you won’t have to worry about paying a thing ever again.” John whispers. The man takes a step back, biting his lip at the sight of you being scared of him, before leaving and going into the other room.

You groan, tears brim your eyes as you contemplate your choices. Seeing the vast wealth displayed by just his household furnishings, you figured he wasn’t bluffing. The sting from holding back the cry hurts like a bitch, realizing you have no choice in the matter.

“God dammit.” You mumble, grabbing the cleaning supplies. You can’t help but wonder how the hell this much blood got on this asshole’s floor anyhow. Maybe you didn’t want to know. Either way, baking soda would do the trick here; with some water and dishwasher fluid.

So you get to work, scrubbing and finishing away the blood stain from the wooden floor. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded.

Your stomach churned as you hear him approaching, his Oxford shoes clicking on the ground.

“Oh, good girl.” John snickered from above, you looked up at him with an icy stare, only to see something you certainly didn’t expect.

John and his hand, expertly stroking his hard cock to the sight of you cleaning.

John’s a good size. Bigger than average. Not something straight out of some unrealistic porn video online. The 7 inch long and slightly girthy dick in his grasp twitched, while it dripped precum from the pink shaded tip.

You start to feel something stir in you. This is wrong. You know it’s wrong. But fuck. His lip bite, the way he stroked himself to the sight of you, it’s not like he was ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.

He’s everything every woman dreams about in a man. Dark, brooding, with chiselled features and a symmetrical face. His olive skinned forehead is slick with sweat, definitely from being all hot and bothered at the sight of lil’ ol’ you.

Realistically, there could be worse out there to have fuck you.

“No no, little one. Keep cleaning,” John takes in a sharp breath. “Don’t mind me. Just pretend that this is normal, don’t be distracted. This will be your new normal. You’ll do various tasks around my house, and you let me touch you however I want.”

Now despite what your brain is telling you, the churning in your stomach drifts into butterflies. This isn’t right. In fact, it’s fucking vile. But why is your breath caught in your throat? Why does your head feel like it’s spinning?

You’re too much in your head at the moment, and you don’t notice the sound of a switchblade opening. With one quick motion, you can feel your leggings slice open. Before you have time to gasp, next comes your thong, he’s cutting the fabric and peeling it from your body.

John pressed the soaked cloth to his large nose, taking in a deep breath to get a whiff of your essence. Chills run down his spine as he grows even harder, your pure femininity smells absolutely divine to him.

“Oh you’re so wet for me, you like this, don’t you? You bad fucking girl,” he laughs. Your yelp escaped your dry lips as one of his long fingers swiped your moist entrance, pushing one in to test the waters. Your soft grunt of surprise and disdain covers your pleasure as you continue to try to clean up this stupid blood stain on the wooden floor.

You have to wonder, what the fuck happened here? Your mind goes haywire, imagining the man behind you potentially taking a life in the very spot that you’re in. How did he do it? A gunshot wound? Cutting someone’s throat? Torture? Tying them up by their feet to hang upside down, only to stab their jugular and letting gravity do its job? And why exactly are you thinking of it while John adds another finger, pumping the long calloused digits into your soaking cunt.

You catch yourself backing up against him, moaning a bit as you bite your lip to punish yourself for it. You’re not supposed to like this! What the fuck are you doing?

A suit jacket is tossed aside out of the corner of your eye, as a deep throaty chuckle echoes from the walls of his large house.

“Oh? So I’m right. You do like it.” John chuckles, pulling his fingers out. You let out a whine, almost angry that he would stop fingering you all of a sudden. John slaps your folds with the tip of his cock just for fun.

Your whine is replaced with a sharp squeal, his large hands grip the roots of your messy hair, pulling your head back as his fat tip eases into your pussy. The burn of your head and the burn of his dick throws you in a loop, especially at the sight of John.

John. This perverted, sick and despicable example of a human being, who’s eyes look so soft as he inches in and out of you. There’s a wicked smirk on his face when your eyes shoot to his lips, nothing that the cut up remains of your thong are in his mouth.

And you’re not sure if it’s hot or nasty. The obscene view of him damn near chewing on your underwear has you… well, fucked up. But it’s the way he begins to snap his hips against your ass that makes you forget about it. The other hand whacks your right asscheek, earning another yelp from you.

“You’re a fucking pig!” you sputter out, trying your best to show absolutely revulsion to the way he’s fucking you.

John can see through you like a piece of cling wrap.

You’re not making any progress in cleaning the blood stain, as he thrusts harder into you. You mew loudly while he takes his hand in your hair and instead presses your pretty little face into the floor. Your cheeks and nose throb as scratches embed themselves into your skin, as if you hardly notice. The way John’s cock feels as he has his way with your fluttering cunt is too good to even put into words. You have to remind yourself to breathe while he speaks to you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess. I didn’t take you for a good little slut, who’s my slut?”

Gritting your teeth, his tip brushed your cervix, and that will certainly give you an aching feeling tomorrow. You don’t want to admit anything to this monster. But his fist tightens at the roots of your hair, sending pain down your scalp right as his other hand reaches your clit and draws quick circles on it.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. Now fucking answer me.”

“I’m your slut! I’m your slut!” You repeat out, shame fills your belly as you give in to John’s desires, and he giggles in return.

“What an obedient girl you are.” John praises, his thrusts become slower, more passionate even, as if he’s rewarding you for answering him. Somehow, the slower and more sensual movement of his dick feels even better, especially with John incorporating those finger movements on your clit.

“Stop fuckin’ cleanin’, you’re doing a shit job anyway.” John grunts, swatting the brush out of your tiny hands and flipping your body over like a ragdoll. I mean, he’s not wrong, he just doesn’t have to be a dick about it.

“You think you can take me? You’ve been doin’ a good job so far. Better than cleaning, you got a talent for letting me fuck you like this.” John’s words are almost garbled and incoherent but you’re too afraid to shake your head. Before you can even respond, he shoves your cut up panties into your mouth, covering your lips with those calloused large hands, much to your dismay.

You muffle loudly, an attempted “What the fuck?!”, but he only snickered before pumping his cock back into your cunt, lifting your legs so your ankles could have resembled earmuffs on him. Your eyes roll back. He’s so fucking deep, John’s hand moved from your mouth to your throat, restricting your oxygen intake by squeezing as he fucks into you. Using you as his little play thing. Your sticky sweat coated flesh smacks against another, sending the sound throughout the house, along with your softened moans and whimpers.

“Your cunt belongs to me. Got it, bitch?” John asks, these things he is saying to you are fucking terrible, but you can’t help but be excited when they come out. You nod and bite down on what used to be your thong as he continued to rub your wet nub and fuck you hard. Your sharp fingernails dub themselves into his bare thighs, which will definitely leave marks later.

John hisses, but continues plowing into you nonetheless.

“Cum for me. Do it before I change my mind.” John ordered. Say less.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. While your eyes cross, your pussy pulses around his dick, as you become undone under him. Your walls flutter and you whimper loudly, your climax unraveling and finally giving you that oh so satisfying release. John grunts over you.

“That’s it, cum for me, who’s making you cum?” He asks.

“You are! Shit- you are, John,” you mumble into your underwear as your cock drunk state leaves you unable to adjust your body.

John laughs at your undoing, pulling your thong out of your teeth and slipping out of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for him to use his immense strength to lift you up onto your knees, as he gives his slick cock a few jerks with his hand.

“Open.”

In a state of euphoria, you don’t question the man who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm. Your lips part, and he bites his lip as the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. Your eyes widen as he moans, fingers gripping into your hair once more as he fucks into your mouth a bit more. It doesn’t take long before he climaxed, spurts of cum that you’re forced to take and swallow, like the naive little thing you are.

The things a girl will do to make sure rent is paid in full.

The next few days are certainly something. There are scratches on your face and some light bruising here and there on your body from your, ahem, shift, with John the other night. A male coworker even asked if you had a sprained ankle or something from the way you were walking into the office the next morning.

How embarrassing.

And now you find yourself, checking your mail and getting your rent bill in for the upcoming month. You roll your eyes, tearing the envelope open as your little dog jumps up on your leg, excited that you have arrived home. You aimlessly scratch his head, setting the invoice on your kitchen counter before feeding your pet a scoop of food, and grabbing the checkbook.

It’s almost like it slipped your mind that John had actually acquired your apartment building.

John does many things, but he doesn’t bluff.

Your eyes scan the piece of paper as it hits you like a brick.

Thank you for your business. Please send your payment of: $0.00 by March 1st, 2024.

What the fuck?

The stack of a few thousand dollars stares at you from your desk, and you swallow the lump in your throat. Your mouth dries up when the words in scribbled writing at the bottom read:

See you next week, pretty girl.

xoxo, J.

[punkshort]

Chapter One

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

April 2003

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, as the subway lurched forward, catching you off guard.

Today was the first day of your new job at a big-time construction company in downtown Manhattan. You had just moved to NYC a couple months ago, and this job was the first place that made you a reasonable offer. You were beginning to work through the last of your savings and getting sick of bumming it on your old college dormmate’s couch, so you eagerly accepted the position. The last thing you wanted to do was ask your parents for money – they were already so worried about you living in New York and working in Manhattan.

You thought back to when you called your mom and dad to tell them you finally got a job offer, so excited to tell them you could get your very own place if it all worked out.

“But Baby, don’t you think it’s a little dangerous working down there after what happened?” your mom had begged on the phone.

"Mom, please don’t worry, this building is nowhere near as big, this one only has 10 floors, I promise I will be ok,” you pleaded, hoping she won’t guilt trip you into moving back to the suburbs of Chicago.

You had always been a quiet, shy, studious type. Your parents always joked you would live with them til you were 40, never one to party or do anything bad. Needless to say, when you announced after graduation you wanted to move to New York, your whole family was stunned. You were pretty sure they expected you to chicken out, or move back home after a month, but you had a dream and you were determined.

Suddenly, the tinny voice over the subway speaker broke into your reverie, announcing your stop. You filed out of the packed car with loads of others who look like they were all going to similar corporate jobs. You tugged anxiously on the sleeve of your blazer as you made your way up the stairs and out onto the street. The crisp spring air that hit your face was a welcome change to the stuffy, overpacked subway car you had just left.

Lucky for you, Miller & Miller Contracting, Inc. was a mere 3 blocks from the subway. Your heels clicked loudly in your ears as you approached the building with ten minutes to spare. Relief began to wash over you a bit when you realized you planned the commute perfectly. You hated being late.

You pushed the door open into the lobby, approaching a large desk with two receptionists. Both were talking animatedly on their headsets and transferring calls. Patiently waiting for one of them to be available, you casually glanced around the lobby to avoid looking as nervous as you felt. The lobby itself was beautiful: it was completely open all the way to the top floor, with the glass elevator shaft behind the reception desk. The front of the building also was all glass, so that it afforded a beautiful view as the elevator took you up to your destination.

“Can I help you?” one of the receptionists called out. She had curly, short blonde hair, thin, and was impeccably dressed.

"Yes! I’m sorry, yes, it’s my first day in accounting. I am supposed to be meeting Heather, my name is –“ the receptionist cut you off, guessing your name before you could even finish your sentence. You confirmed who you were, and she got up to come around the desk.

"I’m taking the newbie upstairs to accounting, I’ll be right back, need anything?” she called back over her shoulder to her long haired, brunette cohort.

The slightly older receptionist shook her head in acknowledgment, still listening to whoever was on the other end of the phone call.

The receptionist who greeted you smiled and stuck out her hand.

"I’m Maggie, it’s nice to meet you. Come around to the elevator, I’ll take you up to Heather.”

She led you around the back of her desk to the elevator bank, her curly hair bobbed as her heels clicked on the dark tile floor. She began rattling off questions and information, no doubt a side effect of her job, and possibly caffeine, as you waited next to her for the elevator to arrive.

"How old are you? Are you from New York? Do you know anyone who works here? I’m always so excited when someone new joins, sorry if I’m making you nervous!  It’s a fun place to work, it really is, there’s a lot of great people here. I know your position can be a tough one, so please give it a chance, I swear it’s worth it.” She paused for a minute, realizing she might be scaring you off, as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“Uhhh,” you stammered, trying to absorb the last bit of information without looking concerned, and stepped into the empty car. Maggie stabbed the button for the 6th floor as you replied.

"I’m 25, it’s my first ‘real’ job out of college, I just mainly had internships before now, and they hardly paid much. I’m glad I can finally stop couch surfing. I am from a small town outside Chicago, I went to school there and I’ve always wanted to live in New York. My old college roommate already lived here, so I decided to give it a shot,” you paused for a moment as Maggie nodded along eagerly with your story. You frowned slightly.

"I’m sorry, what did you mean when you said-" Right then, the elevator doors pinged to floor 6, opening up to an empty hallway.

“OK we’re here! Follow me!” Maggie cut you off, and whisked you down the hallway, which took you to an open floorplan filled with cubes upon cubes of bustling employees. Some were chatting between their desks, others were hurriedly talking on the phone, and some mindlessly scrolling on their computers.

Maggie led you to the back wall, which consisted mostly of offices, and what looked to be conference rooms in one end. She turned left as you rushed to keep up while trying to absorb your surroundings. You nearly smacked into her when she came to an abrupt stop in front of a partially open office door. She knocked gently, smiling at the person inside.

“Good morning, Heather! I have your new hire here,” she gestured towards you and waved you over. There sat Heather, your new boss, who you had only met when you interviewed with her and HR. Her mid length dirty blonde hair was perfectly in place, bangs framing her face, just like the day you met. She was probably about 15 years older than you, but she looked like she could pass for around your age. She was very trim, wearing a form fitting black dress with strappy sandals, and her makeup looked impeccable. If it wasn’t for the old fashioned hair style, she could pass for around 30.

You stepped into Heather’s office, which you hadn’t seen when you interviewed with her a couple weeks back. It was small, but it had a decent view, which was to Heather’s back as she stood from her desk to greet you warmly by your name and thank you for being so punctual. She glanced behind you at Maggie and thanked her for showing you up, effectively dismissing her. You turned back to wave your thanks to Maggie, but she was already gone, heels echoing down the hallway back towards the elevator.

“Alright! Follow me, I will take you to the rest of the department and introduce you to everyone,” she motioned for you to follow her out of her office. Being the Controller, she had her own personal space away from the rest of the group, which you found was not too far away from her office. Heather led you back the way you came but kept going straight along the wall of offices, talking to you over her shoulder as she walked.

"I hope you made it in OK, I’m so glad the sun is out this morning! I was getting sick of all that rain, this weekend was such a drag with all the dreary weather.” You hummed your agreement and assured her you made it in just fine, not letting it be known you were overanalyzing your commute all weekend long.

Heather stopped at the corner of the floor, punched a personalized code into a keypad next to a door and opened it. You had initially thought it could be a conference room, but in fact it turned out to be a decently sized room filled with cubes, some filing cabinets, and a small safe. You glanced around at the room of about ten employees hard at work, heads mostly down or on the phone. Two girls around your age who were seated next to each other in the corner of the room quickly quieted down their chatter, and looked in your direction when you walked in. You gave a shy smile towards them as Heather addressed the department.

“Good morning gang, this is our new Accounts Receivables Specialist,” she turned towards you, announcing your name to the group. “Please make her feel welcome, if you don’t mind showing her around where the bathrooms and coffee are, I would appreciate it. I have a meeting this morning with the big guy I need to get ready for, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it myself.” She turned back to you apologetically.

"We have a great, tightknit team here, they'll show you the ropes. This is your desk,” she led you over near the corner of the room where the two girls had been chatting. “I already stocked it with some paper and pens, but we do have a supply closet on this floor if you need anything else, and Colleen is going to be your trainer.”

She motioned over to one of the two chatty girls, who bounced over with a smile and an outstretched hand. You shook it, reintroducing yourself warmly as Heather made her exit.

"Again, sorry guys, I have a meeting with Joel, and you know how he is.” She rolled her eyes, and she was met with some chuckles and a couple looks of sympathy. Heather gave you a final wave and a promise to return around lunchtime to check in, and left through the same door you came in, with it locking shut behind her.

Colleen must have been around your age, her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, and she had curious, bright blue eyes. She was wearing a business casual, knee length, light pink dress that was perfect for the beautiful spring day. You felt a bit out of place in your navy blazer and matching navy dress pants, but you wanted to look your most professional on your first day.

Colleen began to explain you will be shadowing her for the morning, getting you used to the software system they used, how to look up accounts, and where important files are stored. You learned Colleen was working in Accounts Payables, opposite your job. You realized the two of you will be working closely together, and connected the dots on why Heather chose her to train you, vaguely wondering who had your position prior.

As you pulled your rolling chair up to her desk to observe, notepad and pen in hand, you coolly questioned who Joel was, and what the reaction was all about. Colleen seemed the type that liked to gossip more than work, and she excitedly settled in to explain all the office politics to you.

“OK, so, Joel and Tommy run the company, they are brothers – Miller & Miller, get it?” she began, smiling brightly at you. “Tommy is SO much nicer than Joel, he is the one who schmoozes all of the new clients and signs all the new business. Joel is, well…” she trailed off, hands flailing gently, searching for an appropriate word to describe the head of the company without scaring off a new hire. “He can be challenging to work with sometimes, but don’t worry, you won’t have to work with him one-on-one. We have monthly meetings with him as a department, it’s a lot easier to handle him as a group, most of the time.”

“How do you mean, ‘challenging’?” you pressed, leaning forward, hoping to learn more about what you were getting into, not that you had much of a choice if you wanted to continue to live in the city. “Do you mean he just asks a lot of questions, or…?” Colleen picked up where you left off.

He’s mean,” she stated bluntly, smile faltering slightly. “He has made employees cry before, and he has caused people to quit on the spot during his meetings. He’s tough, but he’s the guy who goes to the job sites and makes sure everything is running smoothly. Unfortunately, that type of personality, especially from a man, on those construction sites is exactly what they need to make sure nobody is slacking off and cutting corners. They are too scared of him to screw up!” she laughed, trying to ease any nervousness she caused you.

You leaned back in your chair, gaze drifting aimlessly around her desk as you absorb what she told you. Before you could add anything further, the other girl Colleen had been chatting with earlier piped up from the adjoining cube.

“He’s an asshole. If he ever does say anything hurtful towards you, you have to just let it roll off your shoulders. That’s why Heather is so good in her position, she has to be one-on-one with him a lot, and she can handle his shit much better than most,” the redhead, whose name you saw on the outside of her cube was Debbie, gruffly interrupted. You could tell she was the opposite of Colleen – while Colleen is bubbly and sweet, Debbie seemed tougher and had an edge, although she still seemed just as friendly as she continued to help paint the picture of the mysterious Joel Miller.

“At the end of the day, you have to keep in mind we are not out here saving lives. We are working in accounting at a construction company. He gets so heated and spouts off at the mouth like this company is saving the world," Debbie finished explaining with a huff. She rolled her green eyes, crossed her arms over her chest and glared off at a fixed point on the wall beside her.

“Debbie is right, but she is just extra emotional about it because the girl in your position before had a run in with Joel, and she quit. Cheryl was Debbie’s best friend here, so she is just a little sore over it still.” Colleen tried to explain gently, without upsetting Debbie more.

Debbie nodded in agreement, sighing, she leaned forward with her elbows resting on her knees, she dragged her eyes away from the wall to look at the two of you.

"She’s right. Cheryl didn’t deserve that from him, but she did what was best for her when she quit. It happens a lot, I just thought Cheryl was used to it. She had been here 8 years!” Debbie exclaimed, throwing up her hands with frustration. 

You gulped and began to get nervous, not really sure what to say. All you could hope was that maybe you didn’t have to have one-on-one time with Joel. You just knew you needed to keep this job, or else you were packing your bags and moving back home. Your hands started fidgeting on your lap, and you chewed your bottom lip slightly as you took in the information.

“Well, thanks for the warning, girls, I will do my best to keep my head down and stay below the radar,” you chuckled quietly, hoping to ease some of the tension and change the topic.

Debbie smiled at you, a little sadly.

"That's a good plan, but since you are in receivables, Joel may put you on the spot in some of our meetings and want to know what the payment status is on specific clients of his. Heather will typically field those questions if she knows the information beforehand, but if he catches you off guard like he did with Cheryl…” she drifted off, allowing you to connect the dots on your own. “Just keep your guard up, and go into those meetings with TONS of notes on all his clients, that is the best advice I can give you. And let Heather do all the talking.” With that, Debbie scooted her chair back to her computer to get back to work.

Your eyes probably gave away your nervousness when you turned back to Colleen. She smiled warmly at you and patted you gently on the knee. “Don’t worry about it, I promise it's not as bad as it seems. Like Debbie said, Heather fields most of Joel’s questions directly. Plus, we just had our monthly meeting with him last week. You won’t have to cross paths with him for another month.” Colleen turned back to her computer and started explaining the accounting software to you.

You were really only half listening as your panic was bubbling just below the surface, replaying Debbie’s words in your head while you tried to focus on what Colleen was teaching you. You were beginning to understand why this place offered you the job so quickly, you just hoped you could be tough enough to get through those monthly meetings.

Chapter Two

[loves1ckgirl]

Denki Kaminari with an online best friend

Denki x American! reader

Online friends + maybe romantic-ish

Note, I have no idea how to write in the grammar of someone learning English so I’m just avoiding contractions and using a bit of chat gtp to make the sentence to be a little more incorrect lol.

He initially met you while playing a FPS at 3am

The game between you and both was mostly silent aside from some English and Japanese cursing, Denki understood some what you said

You however; did not understand him, but assumed he was expressing the same frustration and wasn’t just getting upset at you

After your first game was played, he had sent you a few emojis and a little english

The game you had been playing along side some random from Japan had gone surprisingly well. It was such a bad game for the loser you wondered if it was because they were absolute garbage or all of a sudden you became a gaming god. As you leaned back in your chair and attempted to fix the knot that formed in your back from hunching, you looked back at your computer screen. There you see a friend and message request.

Kaminarieki

“You are good at playing. Can we play more?”

As you read the message, you decide to respond and pray he wasn’t some 30 year old incel. After all, you were bored, and a bit lonely.

After that first interaction, you would go on to play with him often

However, neither of you talked very often especially after you came to the conclusion you didn’t speak the same language

In the end, there were still some short convos

Kaminari liked these, as he thought you were cool

The fact that UA English classes were more rigorous helped him in talking to you (a hero needed to communicate with a large variety of people)

A couple of months in, he was struggling with his classes exponentially, and no amount of help by his friends would help him,

He then thought it was a good idea to message you and explain that he thought it would be nice to talk and learn through a fluent speaker instead

Kaminarieki

“Can we talk a lot I am learning English I think your cool.”

“I’m down. It’s late now though. I have school is tomorrow okay? Also, the your should be you’re”

Kaminari sends a cute little heart emoji,

“Yes. Thank you.”

For awhile, you’d avoid many abbreviations and some complex Slang

Eventually Kaminari had gotten more advanced and you spoke more casually

After exchanging Instagram and other accounts, instead of mostly talking as you guys played, it started during school and random times of day

The time difference didn’t mean much since the both of you had terrible sleep schedules

(Although, he was a bit more regular due to his hero school)

As you talked to him you obviously found more of his personality and it had become more endearing tbh

He’d most definitely google English pick up lines

Eventually as his friends noticed his behavior and how if he’d planned to play with you he’d decline

Also how he���d be texting more than before (mostly on his Sundays and Monday’s as you’d be awake the longest when he was.)

Lowkey hates the time difference tbh.

Anyway, as his friends noticed him typing away on those two days in particular they’d begun to ask questions about who he was texting

“My friend.” He’d say, looking up from the phone for a second before continuing the text. Mina had begun even more curious than previously.

“Whaaa? Friend? Who?” She asks, leaning over the couch and Kaminari’s shoulder. She sees joke flirty messages that he sends and receives.

He ended up telling them about you and explains that’s why his English grade was getting better

Anywayyy he’s overall super cute with you

Basically just being himself

If you ever wanted to learn Japanese he’d 100% do his best to help you enthusiastically

He tries his best to keep you updated since it’s its hard to talk to you regularly

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox and Alastor's breakup/Fight was huge--and messy as fuck. Quite simply, unlike what canon is hinting at where Valentino came to Vox's rescue and Alastor ruined one of his Antenna it didn't happen here--and for those 7 years, Alastor lived with the belief he'd killed his beloved Vox. Which is the main reason why Alastor took over the entertainment district--too keep anything of Vox's alive. So yeah, Alastor runs the Vees. TV isn't as powerful--Radio is in every house, but huge televisions are on every corner, running 24/7 informing sinners of news and such and you can rent a tv alongside videos. (And the big TVs show Valentino's porn for a few limited hours at night. Val is....not someone Alastor cares alot for, especially once it comes out Vox sent an SOS to him. Once Velvette and Nifty become friends however, Alastor can see what Vox saw in Velvette.)

Vox's deal with Lucifer is alot more freer then whatever canon Alastor has going on. Lucifer's only command is this: Help and Protect Charlie to the best of your abilities and I'll give you power. The more you help her the more power you'll get in return.

So Vox doesn't really want to free himself at the moment--why would he, when helping the Princess would get him ridiculous amounts of power? (And with this power, he could protect himself from Alastor? He'd never be afraid of dying a second time again.) And that's why he avoids radios, knowing if Alastor picks up his voice the deer will know he's up and alive.

Upon his return and realization that Overlords aren't solo acts anymore and that Alastor owns the Vees and the entertainment district, Vox gets in contact with a hidden Overlord that owes him big time--after all, Vox did stop him from betting his soul and well seeing how Valentino's life is absolute shit at the moment it's a good thing he did.

Husker is, of course grumpy as ever, but agrees to take on his overlord status again and Join Vox at the Hotel--both of them proclaiming themselves as allies and the Hotel and the area around it their territory, easily surrounding the land with hearts, spades and lightning bolts.

While the two overlords are decorating, Angel Dust lifts up his phone, and takes pictures of Vox, and sends them to Valentino.

Valentino prints them out, and drops them off at Alastor's desk, murmuring about how having Angel Dust at the hotel might be a good thing after all.

HI AGAIN SWAP NONNY!!! youre so cool marry me. I mean what wait who said that

oh my GODDDD fuck the idea that alastor thinks he fucking KILLED vox when the other disappeared... im gonna be SICK he thought he killed his beloved and because of it even though he hates modern technology and all the buzz and noise that comes along with it he decided to take control of the entertainment district because itw as the only thing he thought he had left of vox... do you think he kept like voxs old heads or something and like has a makeshift grave or something. and he hates val because vox went to ask him for help but he didnt come in time so he thinks its BOth their faults that vox is gone... oh my god. oh my fucking God........ im really gonna be sick nonny why would you do this to me THEYRE SO FUCKIGn .OWUAUGAHHHHH TEARS MY HAIR OUT

YEAHH husk and vox friendship here is so sweet to me. i like to think that vox and husk join in on the bonding activities at the hotel with charlie and hype her up sometimes. also since theres no niffty here would vox also act as a niffty type person? like he and husk share duties between them of being concierge/janitor/bartender.... imagining vox in a bartender suit and a maid outfit was probably not the best thing to do for my fragile mind tbh but. You know. You see my vision right nonny dont you (i am shaking you gently)

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!! is angel acting like double agent like here or something? or are he and val in less of an employee/abusive boss relationship here and more of a comrades-in-arms relationship here united under alastor's tyranny? whatever it is im excited to hear more :) please dont stop with this nonny the brainrots getting to me

[sukunastits]

Weaponized Incompetence

Weaponized Incompetence 2/?

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x Reader

Warnings: none? other than my near endless supply of stupid shit that can be said to make men think you’re stupid. Sfw

Part 1

You were entirely blameless for the next incident. Truly, you had been minding your business, avoiding responsibilities like any good non-commissioned officer. Secluded in one of the far off storage rooms on the west side of the complex, counting boxes of paper towels - far enough out of the way that Sgt. MacTavish had to have come looking for you, specifically. Adorable man, you thought giddily, watching him situate himself in the metal fold out chair next to you. 

He wasn’t a tall man, maybe the shorter end of average, but you figured he made up for it by being the general size of a wide-load tractor trailer. Which was to say, when he slid the chair - legs scraping against the concrete ground - closer to you, he invaded like the tide. “Listen, lass,” he started, like you couldn’t smell his cologne over the stale, dusty air. Tobacco and vanilla, maybe. A little slutty, combined with the eyes and the facial hair and the accent. 

Maybe you were just projecting. 

“Ah get that you come from tae city,” he continued, phone in one hand while he braced the other one on the back of your chair. A part of you wondered if you should be worried; cornered in a far off room by a commanding officer wasn't the best start to happily ever after, but whatever. You were here to drive him up a metaphorical wall, not a white picket fence. “And ye probably never had tae deal with farm animals, but ye can’t go ‘roond spoutin’ nonsense like the other day.” 

Was he still on that? You had hit him with that well before the weekend, and he hadn’t wasted time with cornering you. It was Monday. God, you thought, I am blessed to live rent free in the Scottish Highlands. 

He wiggled the phone entreatingly. 

Staring back from the screen was Google, “are eggs dairy” typed into the search bar. Pressing your lips together, you slanted a sideways glance at him. He looked back, expectant. 

The nice thing would be to let him win this, you knew. A little tee hee, so sorry sergeant, let it die down before you hit him with some other out of pocket shit. But you hadn’t gotten this far in life by letting men win, even pretty ones. 

Especially the pretty ones. 

“Ohh,” you breathed, nodding to yourself like you’d had a world breaking - egg cracking, even - revelation. Sgt. MacTavish smiled, broad shoulders relaxing as he leant back, dipping back out of your personal space. “I get it now.”

“An easy mistake,” he placated. You both knew it wasn’t. 

“No, yeah. You still think birds are real.”

An atom bombed dropped slower than his smile did; there one moment, gone the next. Total annihilation. You would have to play this one carefully. Not laughing hysterically would be a herculean effort, but so worth it. 

“What tae fu -”

“No let me explain,” you cut in, flapping your hand at the wrist. It annoyed men, for some reason, a floppy wrist. Like a weak handshake, it triggered their little neanderthal brain. “I get that it sounds weird out of context. But like, okay. So in the, like, 1970s, in America? They had this President, right, Ronald Reagan?” Wrong. “And he, like, hated birds. So he formed the CIA,” made even funnier by the Task Force tangentially being CIA controlled, “And had them capture and kill all the wild birds, right? Except obviously people would have noticed if all the birds just disappeared, so he had them replaced with robots.” 

You stared at him for a moment, waiting to see if he was keeping up. He stared back, lips pressed together and nostrils flared. “Or androids? I don’t really know. Are they different? I think they’re synonymous. Anyways, he had robot birds made so that he could spy on the American people during the Cold War. And, like. He couldn’t do it with domesticated food birds, so he had them sterilized. And cows evolved to make eggs because birds couldn’t.” 

You nodded, and smiled, empty. Vacant. Not a thought in this head. “So I guess you used to be right,” you finished, patting his arm like it was a consolation. 

MacTavish opened his mouth, closed it. Let out a breath through his nose like an angry bull. For a moment, you wondered if this was it. Was this really all it took? The Birds Aren’t Real Conspiracy? You had so many more. GMOs. Bananas. You could be a very convincing Flat Earther. Buffalos. God, you loved the buffalo bit. 

“Who,” he stopped. Started again. “Who told ye that?” 

“My Governments teacher,” you answered immediately. “Mr. Schumacher. I loved his class, he taught us soo much.” 

“He lied.” MacTavished butted in, voice low. You bet he sounded like a blender in the morning, all gravely bass. You wanted to coo at him, at how cute he was, all ruffled. Instead, you did your best sure, Jan and shrugged. 

“I mean, I think a teacher would know better than the internet, but if you say so, sergeant,” you agreed placidly.

Stressed, he rubbed a hand over his mohawk. And then, phone still in hand, he pointed at you, and left. 

You watched him go, agreeable with the way his jeans sat on his ass. You wondered if he ever wore those bedazzled Buckle jeans. You wondered if you could ever get him into a pair either way. The door slammed behind him, shaking a layer of dust off the ceiling tiles. After a moment, when you were sure he wouldn’t be coming back, you tossed your package of paper towels into the nearest box. 

You needed a new hiding spot. 

[yril-writes]

— LOOK AT ME!

synopsis ; attention is what they want and they shall get, but sometimes it's just too much to handle that two man power can be so draining.

scenario ; you were on a date but you are busy with your phone not even hearing a word they are saying.

"How about you stop paying attention to that phone and look at me, it's like I've been talking to a brick wall."

"I'll break that phone of yours if you keep on looking at it. So, will you look at us now?"

type ; headcanon

include/s ; ryoumen sukuna, itadori yuuji, getou suguru, gojo satoru

pairing/s ; character/s x gn! reader

genre ; fluff, comedy, a mountain full of corn

SUKUNA x READER x YUUJI

Having dates is a thing whenever weekends come after a long hectic day from school work. But for you due to amount of stress you wanted to just be lost in your phone's feed.

Busy scrolling on your news feed, you couldn't hear a word from Sukuna or Yuuji. At first they didn't want to bother you but it didn't take long enough for Sukuna to immediately burst out.

"When are you going to stop looking at your phone?" he says in an annoyed tone and having his eyebrow twitch uncontrollably. He looked pissed and impatient, Yuuji on the other hand seems to be stressed out holding down Sukuna and his temper. "Well, I'll just keep on being busy here, you guys just chill or something." with a blunt tone, you push aside the fact that Sukuna just snapped. With that being blurted out from your mouth Sukuna snatches your phone and tucked it in his inner pocket. "This is a date! A proper one! You ain't getting your phone back!" just like a kid, Sukuna sulks and at the same time is irritated. Looking beside him, you persuade Yuuji to defend you only to see him trying to make a face you can't interpret, "Sukuna is right, this is a date. No phones for you." turns out the face he was making was his 'grumpy' face. Sighing, you finally surrendered and decided to go with the flow with this so-called date. "Fine, you better give my phone back!" you scowl at Sukuna who looks satisfied just now. "Nah, Yuuji and I have other plans with the phone if you don't cooperate. Keep that in mind."

SUGURU X READER X SATORU

This day was an unexpected one, since you didn't plan on going out but with these two together your day is sure to be a one heck of a day.

Even though they asked you out on a date, you just seemed to be glued on your phone non stop scrolling until they've had enough.

"Stop with your phone, the notification sound is ticking me off..." scrunching his eyebrows as he glances to your direction busy scrolling on your phone, Getou now sees that you are not even listening to a word he says. "(Y/N), you don't want you know who to be mad right? Stop looking at your phone for a second!" the whispers uttered by Gojo felt like he was screaming for help, lifting your head up, you see that one of them is angry and the other one is sweating buckets trying to calm the other one. "You guys bothered me enough, can I just do my thing and you guys carry on?" after uttering those words you turned back to your phone and ignored them both. Without even any warnings Gojo snatches your phone and passes it towards Getou. "You want your beloved phone back? Then pay attention." you can see it on his face how irritated he is and Gojo on the other hand is mouthing the words 'sorry' "Suguru, can I just have my phone back." you bluntly said it. "Oh, you'll get it. At the end of the date. Be a proper date and cooperate why don't you?" you let out a deep sigh and crossed your arms, giving a glare towards them both. "I hate you two. I just wanted to have my phone back that is why I am agreeing to this date you both forced me into." "FORCED? oh, we would never! Right, Satoru?" Getou then nudges Gojo, "YEAH! what are you talking about, forcing you on a date?!" Gojo then laughs it off. "I really hate both of you." pouting as you avoid their gazes you see in the window reflection Getou trying to dip your phone in the glass of water. "WAIT! OKAY FINE! LET'S HAVE A PROPER DATE! JUST DON'T DO THAT TO MY PHONE!" "Good! We are making progress!"

a/n ; still in the hospital! I really hope that I'm out of here, the smell of hospital really reels for me...

taglist ; @sammushy , @gcj-doesart, @ryuuudesuwa, @jasugoi

[ilovewriting06]

Dr Mike is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Gynae checkup w him where he eats you out to show you how lovely you are down there and it’s all just your insecurity. Thanks !

Disclaimer: I have never been to a gynecologist, yet, I’ve managed to avoid them this long but alas that will not last forever *sigh* anyways if this is not accurate I apologize.

I hate these days, the days I go to the gynecologist. Don’t get me wrong my doctor, he’s hot as fuck but the thought of my vagina being out on display sends my anxiety and insecurities into overdrive. I’ve always been insecure of my lady bits, from ex boyfriends and just general insecurities I’m terrified that I smell or I look different. I know it’s stupid and there is no use in being worried about any of this because everyone is different but moving and getting a different gynecologist raised a new fear, being turned on during the checkup. I’ve been lucky enough that he hasn’t noticed or he just hasn’t said anything but I pray to God he doesn’t notice. I tap my foot anxiously as I look around the waiting room feeling my heart pounding against my ribs. I jump up when I hear my name, “Y/N Y/L/N?”

I stand up as I pick at my nails and follow the nurse I’ve learned is named Jill, back to room three. When I get seated on the table I cross my ankles and tap my thumbs on my thighs as Jill politely asks me to uncross my legs and sit still so she can check my blood pressure and heart rate.

Once done she exits the room with a small smile , “Dr. Varshavski will be in shortly, so go ahead and change.”

I smile an awkward smile as she leaves and once the doors closed I hope off of the table and quickly replace my jeans and t-shirt with the gown they provided before hoping back up on the table and texting my best friend, Y/B/F/N, ‘I’m so nervous!’ My phone instantly chimes, ‘Y/N/N, relax you’ll only make it worse if you get all anxious if anything you’re lucky.’ I roll my eyes before typing, ‘How the hell am I lucky??’

Before I get an answer there’s a light knock on the door before Dr. Mike comes in with a bright smile, “Hello, Y/N, how are you doing today?”

I inwardly roll my eyes at his happy attitude but also melt a little at how cute he looks, “Ehh, I hate the gynecologist.”

He puts a hand to his heart with a gasp, “Ouch!”

I smile finding it odd how he can calm me down without even trying, “That’s not what I meant, I love the gynecologist but hate what the visit entails.”

He smirks a small mischievous smile while raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms, goddamn it should illegal to wear such tight clothes with that much muscle, “Oh ho ho, you love your gynecologist, well, I’m flattered.”

I blush a deep shade of red as he sits on the wheelie stool and looks over the paperwork the nurse had just done before furrowing his eyebrows and looking at me, “Your heart rate is noticeably faster than it should be.” With that he stands and starts feeling my forehead and pulling back before grabbing his stethoscope as he asks, “Are you flushed or nervous about something?”

I look sideways as my blush deepens and he places the stethoscope over my heart increasing it’s speed by his proximity to me, “N-no, well yes, kind of, you make me nervous.”

He steps back and looks confused and a little hurt, “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

I maintain my blush as I look into his dreamy blue eyes before muttering, “It’s good, it’s a good thing.”

He smiles when my phone chimes and out of instinct he glances at my phone and then at me with a smirk and a slight blush. I look confused until I see my text, holy fucking shit she just outed me. Right there on my front screen was a text from Y/B/F/N, ‘Girl you’ve had a thing for that man for ages and you know for a fact you love having him in between your legs, maybe just wish there was a little more mouth action but you know what I mean.’

My mouth went dry before I looked at Dr. Mike with a tomato red face and stomach twisted in knots. I opened and closed my mouth as he sat back down on his stool and looked at me with a quirked brow, the only thing I managed to get out was, “Oh my God I’m going to kill her.” I look up as Mike cleared his throat and saying, “Well, I would very much say you being nervous is a good thing, for me anyways.”

I blink my eyes twice before cocking my head to the side like I imagine Bear would as he stands up and walks towards me, “As someone who has very much had unprofessional thoughts about you while doing an examination and not doing an examination it’s good to know the feeling me are mutual.”

I blush before choking out, “W-what?”

He smiles, “I’ve wanted to ask you out for months but I was worried you would think I was being unprofessional.”

I shake my head, “No! No, it’s not unprofessional.” He smiled before saying, “Well in that case would you like to go to dinner with me?” I nod enthusiastically, “I would love to.” He walks closer to me so that his thighs are brushing against my knees before saying, “Lay down.” I furrow my eyebrows but do as he said and watch as he disappears from sight because of the way my knees were positioned. I let out a screech as I feel his nose rub against my center. He pops up from his position and chuckles, “Shhh, I could get fired for this.” He stops a second before looking at me, “Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head before all but yelling no. He chuckles before disappearing and licking a strip up my center. I bite my lip to stop from moaning and grab onto the sides of the examination table as my legs shook. As he repositioned my legs so they were hanging off the table and I could now see him I grabbed his hair and pulled. I felt him moan against me and smirked promising to remember this before I bite my tongue to stop a scream as he grazes my clit with his teeth. For fucks sake this man is talented with his mouth.

Seconds later my legs are shaking around his head before clamping down as I climaxed, throwing my head back in a silent scream.

When he was down he sat up and wiped his hand across his chin as he walked back to the desk. When he sat down he started writing on his papers while saying, “As far as I can tell everything looks good and there’s no odor,” he pauses a minute before looking at me with a smirk, “And it tastes amazing.” I blush fifty shades of red as he finished up his paperwork. He stands up to exit the room but he stops and looks at me, “Can I get your number? I was thinking about getting dinner Friday night.” I smile as I take the pen from his hand and write my number on the inside of his forearm, “That sounds lovely, I’ll be expecting your call, or text.”

He smiles a wide smile before walking out the door. I turn around to get dressed and go home when I realize I still have his pen. I open to door to try and catch him but he’s gone. I shrug my shoulders and smile as I think, oh well I’ll give it to him Friday.

[chelleztjs18]

Ten Days (W.M) Pt. 4

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Y/n and Wanda is stuck in an arranged marriage. What will happen when both of them have their own deals to be done in ten days?

Warning: 18+ SMUT, swearing words, fluff, angsts (Specific warning for each parts)

A/n This is for "THBBMarchMovieMadness2022 Event" on discord server run by @missmonsters2 . This is a miniseries fic that's inspired by "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" romcom. Happy reading!

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

The alarm clock blares out loud, commanding you to wake up. Your hand mindlessly turns it off and almost falls back to sleep until you hear your phone ring.

You quickly answer it without even checking out who is calling.

"Hello?" You answer sleepily.

"Good morning, beautiful. Wow, your morning voice sounds even more soothing." Wanda greets you followed by a compliment. Your voice drew a smile on her face.

So does her voice, your eyes are wide awake in a split second and you can't help yourself to smile. "Oh hello, good morning."

"Oh, I think I can hear your smile from here, my dear." Wanda teases you confidently. “Really? Do you always have this much confidence in you? What made you sure that I was smiling from you waking me up with your call this early?” You respond playfully.

“Ah, from your questions, I’m sure I was right, You are smiling, aren’t you? I wish I could see that pretty smile now.” You can’t help yourself, you giggle from her teasing.

“Then, I’m sure you are smiling too.” You pitch back her own jokes to her to avoid answering her question and secretly hoping that you will hear a little laugh from her.

You gained a laugh from her easily. “Well, yes, I am.” The brunette tells you casually so you can fall deeper into her plan. What she doesn't know just yet is talking to you actually made her morning and smiling ear to ear.

Hearing Wanda admit that she is smiling just from talking with you caught you off guard and speechless. You can feel the warmth on your blushing cheeks.

"Darling, are you there?" Wanda's voice brings you back from the daze.

"Uh y-yeah. Sorry. So why did you call again?” You ask in a sleepy tone while lying on your back rubbing your eyes to be more awake.

“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say good morning to you and want to know what’s your plan for today? I’m thinking maybe we can spend time together today.” Wanda suggests. You didn’t notice that your heart beats a little faster, you are internally excited for another date with her but you have to stick to your plan. You try to shake the excited feelings off of you.

Meanwhile, Wanda is subconsciously thrilled and can’t wait to see you again. Well, in her brain’s defense, this is part of her plan. Then you remember what Yelena suggests to you.

“Oh, well, I have a lot of work to do at the office. My parents are on their business trip right now. So I gotta handle a bunch of work stuff for them.” You explain.

“Oh, that’s a bummer, sweetheart.” Disappointment sounds so clear in her voice.

“Yeah, sorry, Wands. This is important.” You reply. “More important than even having a date with your future wife?” Wanda teases you once more.

“Aaaw is Ms. Maximoff jealous now?” You ask in a sing-song baby-talk tone hoping that it will annoy her. Wanda chuckles in discomfort. She never likes anybody to talk with her that way. Wait, no. She actually hates it because some girls she was with sometimes talk in that tone, thinking they might sound cute but not at all for Wanda. For her it’s a deal breaker but she quickly shrugs it off. She tries to ignore it.

“Pfft, jealous? No, I’m not. I wouldn’t be jealous just because you are busy with your work.” Wanda denies it instantly.

“Well, that’s good. It wouldn’t work out for us if you are not okay with how much of a workaholic I am. My work is number one for me.” You are subtly trying to give a worse impression about yourself. “Oh really?” Wanda responds.

“Yes, that’s the type of a wife I’m gonna be. Work comes first.” you casually replied. Little by little, you try to trick her into thinking twice to marry you but of course Wanda doesn’t give up right away.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll find a way for us to spend time together and that’s the kind of wife I’m gonna be.” She jokingly returns your words. Her soft giggle with her accent really spreads warmth in you.

“Well, I guess we’ll see how good of a wife you are, babe.” You answer and Wanda takes your words as a challenge for her. “Oh, I’ll show you for sure.” Wanda is determined to show you and win your heart. You giggle once more. A vivid image of Wanda’s gorgeous green eyes looking at you, joy dancing through your heart and making your heart leap.

“So, are you sure you can’t meet me today?” Wanda tries her luck. “Sorry sweetie, I’m very busy today.” You refuse sweetly. “Okay then, wife. I’ll see you when I see you.” She ends the phone call playfully. You even laugh a little as you speak. “See you soon.”

You put your phone down and try to snooze back to bed for another few minutes but not even a few seconds your phone rings again.

You answer with another giggles as you say "Wanda, you are one persistent wife, aren't you?"

Like a drop on a roller coaster, another familiar voice in the call surprises you.

"Oh, flirting with your future wife, I see. It's me, Yelena by the way." Yelena's accent was easily recognized by you. “And, Nat.” Natasha’s voice jumps in the background. You sit yourself, forcing your brain to be prepared for what the sisters are going to say.

Yes, last night they caught you and Wanda almost kissed. You know them very well, they won’t let this one go so easily. In fact you avoided their questions about it since last night by giving them an excuse.

“I know, Lena. So what’s up?” You ask, anxiously waiting for their next words.

“So, she called you this early already?” Nat asks. “Also, why did you call her persistent? What did she do?” The sisters’ curiosity pushes out rows of questions.

“Uh yeah, she asked what’s my plan for today and she told me that she has a plan for us.” You try to answer casually. “And? What did you say?” Nat asks again.

“I told her I’m busy and I can’t go with her.”

“What? Why? I thought the plan is that you are going to spend time with her so you can be as obnoxious as you can?” Yelena’s question clearly demands explanation from you.

“Yes, I know. I was just trying to show her that I love working so much and I kinda gave her a hint I won’t be a good wife. I will put work before her.”You explain.

“Ah, that makes sense.” Nat agrees. "Then what else did she say?" Yelena questions you.

"She said she will find a way to spend time with and she is that type of wife." This time you answer their question easier.

"Ah okay. No wonder you called her persistent." You can hear Natasha's giggling after she commented on what you told them. "Wow, it seems like both of you already like each other." Of course Yelena always finds ways to poke fun out of you.

"Pffft. What? That's not true. Hey, it was all part of the plan. I told you guys already." You declined their theory right away.

“Oh really? So the almost kiss last night was part of the plan too?” And there it is. The topic that you are nervous about. Yelena obviously tries to hold her laughter. You are not even sure why you are nervous if they talk about it.

“Uh oh,I gotta go get ready.I have a meeting in an hour. We’ll talk again later.” You came up with the best answer you have, thankfully.

“Okay, you still owe us an explanation,” said the blonde sister. “You can’t keep avoiding us, y/n. We’ll come to you.” Nat exclaimed, followed by more giggles with her sister.

“Yeah, okay but bring me food please. Bye.” You jokingly agree even though you know that they will really show up later.

_____

“So how was the date last night?” James asks with a panting breath after a round of racquetball match with Kate and Wanda just ended.

“The irresistible Wanda Maximoff still trying to make her future wife like her?” Kate adds another teasing question right away as the three of them take a break from their exercise. Wanda takes several big gulps of her cold water shortly before she answers in a playful sarcasm.

“You can’t even wait to rub it in my face at least until I catch a breath, can you, Kate?” Wanda wipes her sweat around her face and neck. Kate and James laugh at her sarcasm.

“Okay, my bad. Catch your breath first so I can make fun of you in peace.” The shorter woman responds as she holds more of her laugh. Wanda playfully rolls her eyes as she takes a seat with them.

“Seriously, tell me how it was?” James reminds Wanda about his question as he smiles.

“It was…great. She looked adorable. It was like a roller coaster ride in the beginning but it was successful in the end.” Pride covers Wanda’s way of telling her story, complete with a confident smile.

“A roller coaster? What did you mean?” James asks curiously and Wanda can see it from how his eyebrows arch. With that, the brunette Sokovian proceeds to tell them everything that happened.

“Phew, sounds like your future wife is a little cuckoo.” Kate comments at the same time with her index finger gesture a circular movement in the air next to her temple. “Are you sure that you want to continue this bet? Is it even worth it if you deal with her craziness just to win this?” The younger brunette continues with her questions with a little concern.

“Oh no, I’m fine. You know me, there’s no girl I can’t handle, Kate. Even her. Yes, her mood swing was a little all over the place. After all the craziness, she was so sweet and adorable. I’m sure she falls deeper into my trick. We took a walk for a bit. We almost kissed and I gave her a rose then we—” Wanda rambles as her eyes sparkled with adoration as she remembered how gorgeous and sweet you were. The corner of her lips form a smile. Her train of thoughts makes her tell her best friends about the date, she even didn’t realize what she was saying in the end until Kate interrupts in shock.

“Wait..Wait..Wait! Did you just say that YOU, I meant, YOU and her almost kissed?? What the hell happened with your no kiss rule?” Surprised, Kate exclaimed with rows of questions and James laughed.

“Wait, uh y-yeah. We almost kissed. What? What’s funny, J?” Wanda stuttered at first with Kate’s questions that made her realize what she just told them and she quickly regretted it. She answers Kate then asks James.

“Oh nothing. It seems like the bet backfires earlier than I thought it would be. Sounds like you both have chemistry with each other.” James softly and casually answers her.

“What? No.. No. The kiss was part of the plan. Didn’t you hear what I said? We ALMOST kissed. It means we didn’t. I did it on purpose. You know, something like creating some moment so it will get into her head and slowly make her fall for me. That’s all.” Wanda tries to deny it as casually as she can and some explanations jump out all over the place. She is so relieved that her brain can come up with something to respond Kate 

“Oh, really? Your only rule is no kiss before you really date the girl. So, she must have caught your heart pretty good that she can get an exception and almost kiss you." Kate jokingly responds and another knowing smile forms on James’ face.

“Yes, really. I told you it's part of the plan. So it has nothing to do with feelings or heart or or or whatever you both are talking about.” Wanda denied it with all of her heart.

“Okay, if you say so.” Kate mumbles under her breath, shrugging her shoulders and all James does is just shake his head with a chuckle at the girls’ antics. After three of them are done exercising and Kate leaves, Wanda finally lets out a question that has been roaming around in her mind since the conversation earlier.

“Uh, hey J. I’m just wondering. You said that it seems that y/n and I have chemistry with each other. So did you mean that she likes me?” She clears her throat, internally questioning herself why it even matters for her to know the answer. Her brain fights her heart without her even realizing the secret battle in her. Of course it matters, because she needs to know her next step to make her plan work. Yes, that's why. It’s all about her plan to win her bet with Kate. That’s what her brain tells her at least.

“Uh well, she might. I don’t know. From her picture you showed me, she doesn’t look like the type of a girl who will kiss someone randomly. You know what, Wanda, I see how you look everytime you talk about her. You blush, even now. There’s a chance both of you probably like each other.” James lets out his opinion wisely.

“What? No. No. I don’t and let me remind you, she said I’m not her type, she even thinks I’m standard.” Wanda is all defensive as she rolls her eyes but her blushing cheeks say it all.

James chuckles a little at Wanda’s blushing cheeks and her nervous gestures. “Look, Wanda, I’m not making fun of you or anything. Like I said this bet might bite you back in the ass. I have known you since we were kids. You are like a sister to me. So just be careful, I just don’t want you nor Y/n gets hurt. What if real feelings slowly get involved? That’s all.” James gives Wanda brotherly warning as he gently pats her shoulder.

“Ough.. You sound like Pietro just now. Don’t worry, J. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, well Kate’s pride will be hurt actually because she will lose the bet.” Wanda gives the dark haired man a little reassurance.

“Well, how about introducing her to me. I would love to meet the future Mrs. Maximoff.” He asks with a little teasing in it. “Ha ha ha very funny James, there will be no Mrs. Maximoff anytime soon but yeah, I’ll think of a way to introduce her to you and Kate. So you two will see that my plan works.” Wanda winks at him.

“Sounds like a good plan, just keep me updated, Wands.”

“Sure, I will. Well, I gotta go now. Tell Emma I say HI. Love you.” With that Wanda kisses his cheek goodbye and walks to her car.

“Love you too.”

On the way home, James' and Kate's comments really get into Wanda's head and because of that, she convinces herself that this is all just for the bet, nothing more. She just has to make you like her, win the bet and then tell her parents that she will not do the arranged marriage with you. That's all, no feelings involved.

_____

“Oh wow, thanks guys. This is a lot of food. I can bring some home for dinner too.” You try a little bit of different choices of food that the sisters brought you. “Yeah, I’m trying to add some new things to the menu and these are the choices.” Nat explains.

“Yeah, you are our guinea pig for tasting it, so if you die tomorrow, it was because of Nat's cooking you ate.” Yelena snorts a laugh that doesn’t last too long after Nat playfully slaps the back of her head. “It means you’ll die too because you ate two plates of them, so shut up.” Nat responds. Yelena makes a mocking face as she mimics the way her sister talks. The two sisters always make you laugh with how they are to each other.

“So, tell us. What’s up with last night? You both almost kissed.” As you expected, Yelena brings up the topic again.

“Here we go again. Well, it–it was part of the plan.” You answer as you eat some more bites. “And..What was the plan? I think we didn’t talk about any kissing in our plan.” Nat questions you, the corner of her lips curve up a smile following one of her eyebrows arching up.

“Yeah, Nat’s right. There was no kissing in our plan. If you did kiss, what does it have to do to make her not want to marry you?” Yelena’s words add more pressure on you. Your mind rapidly tries to find an excuse to this damn almost kiss moment that you didn’t even know why it happened.

“Well, it was a spontaneous plan. I was gonna lure her to that kiss and then I–I was..” You stutter as you see both sisters looking at you with a teasing look waiting for your answer.

"I was gonna stop and then told her I haven't brushed my teeth all day. I knew she would be grossed out because she is a clean freak. Yeah, that was my plan." Your confidence comes back, thinking that you have come with a legit comment.

Yelena and Nat instantly laugh out loud. "Really? That's the best excuse you came up with?" The blonde sister responds in sarcasm while trying not to laugh even louder.

“That was really what happened, Lena.” You retort and your cheeks blush at the same time.

“Y/n, you haven’t changed at all. You are still a bad liar.” Natasha comments with a knowing smile and shakes her head. “Natty, I’m serious.” You try harder to convince them.

“Sure, y/n. Sure. Now, try the other food that Nat made. I want to see if you will get sick after that or not.” Yelena suggested as she sees your face is as red as a tomato by now as a crumpled napkin that Natasha threw at her hits her head and bounced.

“So, I saw you were holding a rose last night. I assume that it was from Wanda. Do you like it?” Natasha brought up a new topic as you try the other food.

Just at the same time you are going to answer Nat’s question, you hear a voice asking another question followed by the sounds of high heels meeting the floor in a stepping rhythm. “Do you like what, dear?”

The voice quickly makes the three of you turn your head to see who it is. Right after, you see that it’s Wanda walking in towards your desk, your eyes rounded and some of the food decided to get into the wrong pipe. You cough a few times in panic, hoping that she didn't hear any of the conversation.

The sisters are as startled as you are as Wanda walks closer and closer. You grab a drink and take a big gulp before you greet her, awkwardly. “Are you okay, dear?” Wanda quickens her steps next to you as she asks worriedly.

“Wanda! Hii. Uh–y-yeah yeah. I’m okay. How long have you been here?” An awkward smile curved up slowly and you cleared your throat, nervously.

“Not too long, I just walked in. Oh, thank God. I thought you were choking. Anyway, hi, love. How are you?” Wanda leans to kiss cheek. The sisters try to keep their cool in this awkward tension. Natasha has to nudge her sister with her elbow subtly after she notices her trying hard to suppress her laugh from her weird looking smile.

“I’m good.” You answer and your eyes flick around between her and the sisters.

“So, do you like what, darling? I heard that she asked you earlier when I came in. “Oh..uh.. She meant–” All of a sudden, your brain is blank. You can’t think of the right answer. Even Yelena, who always has some ideas is stunned.

“We are catering for Ms. Y/L/N’s mother’s event. Since Ms. Y/L/N is too busy for the food tasting, so we brought some for her to try. We are from the Romanova restaurant at the 3rd Street and Lincoln Ave.” Just like that, Natasha came to the rescue.

"Oh! That's y/n's favorite place. We were there last night for our date." The brunette looks at Natasha and Yelena then comments in excitement.

You are relieved to know that Wanda didn't hear what the conversation was about.

The sisters thank her in gratitude but they can see how Wanda's eyes sparkle with joy when she talks about the date with you.

"Oh, can you cater for my party for the day after tomorrow? I know it's short notice, I will tell my assistant to call you if you can do it? It’s just a small business party." Wanda asks.

"I can take care of it, sweetie. I'll arrange everything for you. I’m sure that they can squeeze us in." You propose immediately. "Are you sure? I just want a simple party but still fun with nice decorations and tasty food." Wanda stated.

"Oh yeah, no problem. I have arranged lots of my parents' parties so no biggie, babe. I even already have an idea for your party." You reassure her.

An idea just popped in your head and you secretly nodded to your bestfriends when Wanda wasn’t looking.

Of course Yelena notices that you are up to something so she instantly agrees with the date for the party that was mentioned. "I just checked our schedule, we can cater for your party."

“Great! Thank you so much. I can write a check on whatever amount you want me to put in the down payment.” The brunette offers as she grabs her checkbook ready in hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Ms. Y/L/N is our regular customer. We will let her know how much later.” The redhead replied, followed by a smile. She then looks at you and adds “Well, we will get going. You can just let us know which food you like and we can talk more about the business party plan.”

With that, the girls bid their farewell and left both of you alone.

You see Wanda stands next to you and she offers her hand for you to take. “Well? Can I get a hug from my sweetheart now?” Wanda flirts. Her smile and her green eyes make you nervous in a way that makes you want to smile instead. As if your mind has its own mind, you take her hand and she pulls you up to hug you. You let her, you even voluntarily sink into her hug.

Gosh, you just love being in her arms, don't you? Her warmth, hearing her heartbeat let alone her perfume that tickles your senses. Part of your mind thinking what to do next. Trying hard to find the reason to act like a crazy weird girlfriend just like what you plan but the other part of your brain just turns into a puddle in her warm embrace. Okay, this is not right. You are supposed to make her lose interest in you, NOT you getting more interested in her. Wait, are you?

Of course not. Oh for heaven sake, why do you even think of all of these unnecessary thoughts. You let go of your hug and lean back a little from her hug.

Wanda's hands stay on your waist and look at you in adoration. You smile with giddy feelings. "Yay! There is the smile I have been waiting to see." To Wanda's brain, she thinks those are just words to trap you deeper in her flirting game but her heart actually wants to see your smile and feel you in her embrace.

"Aw thank you and there's the confidence I always talk about." You reply.

She laughs a little. "The one that you love about me?" She responds as her fingers gently push your hair away from your face.

"So.. what are you doing here?" You answer her with a question. As usual you avoid her question and Wanda only chuckles before she answers you.

"Well, I'm here to pick you up for our date and before you say that you are busy with work, I called your dad. He said you don't have to finish the work and he will ask his assistant to get everything done." Wanda explains and leaves no room for you to refuse her plan.

"Wow, sneaky move, Wands."

"I know. I just want to spend more time with you. Get to know you. Can you blame me?" She rubs your back so gently.

"You are really good with your words, aren't you?" You flirt back, playing along. Wanda chuckles once more.

"So, what's the super important date you plan for us that even made you call my dad to set me free from work, darling?" You add some sarcasm in your question, hopefully it will annoy her. Your hands mindlessly run up her arms to her shoulders.

"Well, I want us to relax at my place and we can watch some of my favorite sitcoms because I remember you told me how much you love watching them." Wanda presents her idea with a proud smile.

"That's all? You stop me from working just for that? I hope at least you have some red wine for me." You act disappointed and demanding with a whiny tone and a pouty face even though you actually love the idea. You love relaxing and watching sitcoms. To you, it sounds like a perfect date.

"Uh well, don't worry, my dear. You'll get your red wine. I will set it up to be romantic, intimate and relaxing. I thought a busy workaholic woman like you, needed something like that…with me." Pride shines in her eyes as she winks at you.

"Wow, okay. Sounds like a good plan but I still have something to do before I leave. So can we just meet at your place?" You suggested the idea. “Of course. I’ll see you soon. Be careful, it’s raining outside now.” Her right hand cups your cheek and slowly moves a little, her fingers rake through your hair. She leans to you and it makes you all nervous.

“Okay, I will.”

Boy oh boy, the feelings of her lips kiss your cheek once again really freeze you. Seeing her green eyes gleaming really spread warmth in your heart.

As soon as Wanda left your office, you called Natasha and Yelena. “Girls, come see me at my place. I have some plans for Wanda.”

Your mind is filled with a bunch of plans to sabotage the date and Wanda's business party.

Pt. 5

A/N: Welp, that's for today. Reblog and comments are highly appreciated! Follow me for more! See you in next.

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