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kisses4reid · 5 months ago

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understand? pt. 1 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you’re a polyglot translator assigned to work for the bau in a cross-national case, and there’s a doctor who wants to impress you.

genre - fem!reader, SHE/HER r, fluff, meet cute, you know more than spencer and he’s attracted to that

warnings - you're both awkward, mentions of gross case file photos, little research about polyglots actually done so there are inaccuracies, cliffhanger for part 2.

w/c - 1.4k

a/n - thank you for the req anon!! there was multiple parts to this but i really like the first idea so that’s what this fic is about, might keep the other idea for later hehe. i did change some aspects. love you, thank you for the support <33 there will be multiple parts!!! stay tuned!!!

req - hi pia 💞💝🩷💓 how r u? i hope you’re feeling wonderful! this is my first time requesting smthg i apologize if i get something wrong! i’ve been having 2 thoughts about spencer x fem!reader, where reader is a russian translator and idk they meet cute or she has to work with the bau helping them on a case. just wanted to give these ideas to you, obviously feel free to do anything with them! i really enjoy your work and your writing is incredible! i have your notifications on so i am always reading whatever you post! have a great day pia 💝 lots n lots of kisses for u!

This was not what you expected.

You, a woman in your late twenties that spent most of her time in a room listening to voices and decoding foreign messages, didn’t know what you expected. But this: a scary boss, an italian old man, and a skinny college kid, was not it.

“Y/n L/n? I’m Aaron Hotchner, the unit chief, and this is Agent Rossi and Doctor Agent Reid.”

You nodded your head, thick hair covering your top eyelashes as you glanced at the men. Agent Rossi shook your hand, and Dr Reid simply stood and gawked at you. To be honest, it made you worried. You had been warned this was a close knit team, that they trusted each other more than anything and that you shouldn’t get attached to any of them as you’d only be assisting them for one case.

Maybe they just didn’t warm up to new people.

“I’ll do your formal introduction to the rest of the team now, if you’re settled down.” He asks cooly. You like the way his voice rasps, it’s assertive yet comforting.

“Yes, of course. I can’t wait.” You smiled reassuringly at the unit chief, not ignoring the raised eyebrow you received from the silent young man now behind you.

Aaron Hotchner, your new boss for the next week or so, lead you to a large room with a circular table sat in the middle. There were two other women, one blonde and one raven haired, and another bald man that glanced at you immediately after you entered. They smiled at you and trailed your steps to where you stood beside the unit chief in front of a large TV screen.

“Everyone, this is Agent Y/n L/n. She’ll be assisting us with the Becker case you’ve all been informed of. She’ll mainly be our translator and interpreter, but she’ll also be useful for cultural identifiers and anything that we wouldn’t notice otherwise.”

You nodded along, never being a fan of introductions since you moved to America as a small child.

“This is JJ, our liaison, Agent Emily Prentiss and Agent Derek Morgan.”

The ladies smiled at you, in fact all of them did. They were surprisingly open to the fact you would be joining them, the fact made your shoulders loosen and a breath to be let out discreetly.

Next, you were on a long plane flight to Maine with Agents you had known for little under two hours, conversing about victim profiles and motives. The table in front of the ladies and your boss was strewn with victim files and gruesome photos. And while you weren’t a stranger to the dangers and violence the job brought, you had gotten comfortable with only hearing about it and not seeing it. So you opted to hover around the table and stay silent, you weren’t a trained profiler after all, just a translator.

There was a wave of cologne that disrupted your senses, causing you to angle your head back, only to be greeted by the tall doctor.

You smiled softly, assuming the closeness was due to the aeroplane's arrangement. Also because you got the vibe that Spencer didn’t like you.

“Are you okay? You seem uneasy,” he asked. It was the first time you heard his voice. And it was as adolescent as you imagined for someone so young, but it had a sophisticated edge to it, with a honey-like undertone. Finding things in voices as if they were perfumes was something you unconsciously started to do since working as a translator.

“I’m fine.” You grinned reassuringly, turning back to focus on the team’s findings.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows slightly and stepped away, sitting down beside Morgan who had taken a seat at the back. Morgan squinted at his friend, noticing the rare confusion splayed on his face as he stared in your direction.

“What’s up? Pretty girl got your tongue?” Morgan removed his headphones with a cheeky smile displayed on his handsome face.

“For someone who specialises in languages she doesn’t talk much.”

Morgan smirked, “Maybe not to you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong though.” Spencer ripped his gaze off the back of your head.

“You’ve been staring at her since she walked through those doors. You were so distracted you didn’t even greet her this morning.” Morgan pointed out. Spencer tilted his head confused, a small blush creeping up his neck. “I watched the whole thing from the conference room, so did JJ and Emily.”

The tall boy slumped in his chair and forced himself to look out of the plane’s window, avoiding a reply to Morgan as he knew it would only result in more teasing. You were physically attractive, everyone could see that, but the thing that caught Spencer’s attention was your intelligence. He was no stranger to being a polyglot, he learnt languages for fun, but you were simply next level. Morgan studied Spencer’s face for a second before raising his attention to your hovering state. “Agent Y/n L/n.” Morgan called, causing Spencer to widen his eyes and immediately adjust his slumped position in his plane seat. You turned your head in surprise, slightly confused why you would be needed anywhere else than the files you had been translating for the past two minutes. Your heels were silent against the carpeted floors, but Spencer could sense your presence anyways.

“How many languages do you speak?” The stoic man asked, his eyes darting between you and the doctor below you. You were not short, your genes didn’t allow for it, but you had noticed you were only taller than JJ and Rossi in the team and it felt foreign to not tower over everyone. “Um, I speak 8 languages fluently, and 4 languages semi-fluently.” You stated, readying to turn back to assist the team before Morgan spoke up once again

“Did you know that pretty boy can speak Spanish and German?”

Before Spencer could help himself, he corrected the man, “And Latin and Russian,” Spencer turned his head up to you, “But I can understand more.”

You smiled, genuinely impressed and confused on how a man that young could learn that much. But to be fair, you were in the same boat. The nickname got your attention, locking it in the back of your mind to remind yourself that the people you were working with did in fact have senses of humour, and weren’t just heartless officers. There wasn’t any reason to think that though, as you had been cared for with respect and even Prentiss made a funny remark beforehand. It sort of felt like a family dinner you were intruding on. “That’s impressive, Doctor Reid.” You reply genuinely.

“I mean it’s nothing compared to you though,” his voice was pitched slightly higher and his hands started motioning to nothing in particular, “your brain is constantly changing from high activity to low activity when you're translating from one language to another. Your language network, the lateral frontal lobe, is constantly lighting up and dimming down depending on what language you hear, ordinary people’s language networks only turn on and off.”

Morgan smirked and glanced up at your intrigued and surprised expression. You nodded, a small blush coating the tips of your ears as you responded, “Thank you.” You didn’t really know what else to say, which is funny for someone who understands so many languages, so you simply smiled and turned back to the table. Spencer slumped again, watching you walk away and asking himself why he would inform a pretty girl about her own brain, when she most definitely already knows about it.

“Don’t worry too much, Reid.” Morgan called, grabbing Spencer’s attention. The boy raised a brow, not understanding. “She digs it, I can tell. But she’s just like you, knows how to speak in a million ways and still doesn’t know how to small talk.”

You landed without any more awkward interactions, and got introduced to some sheriffs in Maine, one of them giving you a tighter handshake than the rest and a stare that could only mean unpleasant things. It wasn't something sexist or creepy that lingered in his eyes, it was more like hatred. Spencer took the sheriff's attention away from you after noticing what the whole team did, and asked him to show him the records they kept at the precinct.

Emily Prentiss came up behind you and placed a hand on your upper arm, squeezing it like she understood what you had thought you'd seen. Out of everyone else in the team, she would understand the most.

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qwimblenorrisstan · 3 months ago

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Lesson Learnt Pt. 2 | John Price x Reader

Summary: After the initial incident that caused your meeting, Johnny sets you and Price up on a date at a little diner nearby.

Word Count: ~ 2.5k

Warnings: can’t say much w/o spoilers but random men, ghost being moody, Johnny being overly friendly, working in customer service…

A/N: idk what happened something possessed me when I made this, it was supposed to be fluff but then it exploded. hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

Previous | Masterlist

Weeks had passed after the initial incident, and your life had quickly changed.

You’d broken up with your toxic boyfriend, now wondering how you hadn’t seen it earlier, and why you hadn’t listened to all your friend's advice and thoughts on him. You’d moved out, blocked him on everything, and found a new apartment closer to your simple job as a barista. It was enough to keep the bills paid, for now. At least until you finally got out of college with your doctorate in nursing science.

Having been in college for nearly eight years now, and not living in the dorm (there were far too many incidents on campus for you to trust any sort of campus police, not to mention the generally shady system of coverups) made it a little bit harder.

Student loans were threatening to suffocate you, but for now, you would focus on one day to the next. All of this, the annoying days that drug on, or the hard times, would all be memories before you knew it, and it would be worth it. Or at least you hoped.

Today wasn’t one of those super slow-moving days where customers were ordering hyper-specific drinks or getting the suspiciously old lemon cakes, only to complain about how stale they were, as if you could do anything about it. No, today was relatively normal, customers minding their own business after ordering, coworkers having idle chatter.

“M’ taking my lunch break.”

You said to your close coworker, Laney. Her honey-brown eyes shifted over to you, and she nodded with a little smile.

“Don’t take too long, might miss some cute boys.”

She teased, knowing full well all of your opinions on relationships right now. You wanted to wait until you had a stable income and were out of school. She’d heard it only about a million times. You huffed a soft laugh, deft fingers untying the knot in your apron as you set it up on a hook, walking out to your car.

Lunch break was about 30 minutes, which was more than enough for you to drive to the nearest cheap restaurant and pick something up. Clicking your key button and heading towards where you heard the beep of your car, you opened the door, sliding into the worn leather. It wasn’t a new car, not by a long shot, but it was your old faithful, and it had served you well for nearly ten years in a row.

You started the car, muscle memory kicking in as you drove to that place right down the road from your work. It was past the chicken shop, a place you would refrain from visiting for a while after seeing some undercover cops staking out there one night.

You turned and pulled into the parking lot, glancing around before opening your door, only for the cold air to nip at your bare arms, when you decided to slip on the warm leathery jacket, with the fur on the inside. The one that the man, John, maybe, had given you. You’d lost the piece of paper with their numbers on it to the washing machine, but oh well. He didn’t look like the type to live around here, anyway, so it wasn’t like you were going to see him again.

Walking into the restaurant, you strode to the front, placing a quick little order and paying with your card, before choosing a small circular table in the corner to wait for your food. This place was usually quick. You idly scanned the guests. Two large men sitting together, chatting. An older woman and what was probably her husband seated with a younger man and woman. Maybe some sort of family double date? A nervous-looking teenager sitting alone, knee bouncing. An old, thin man seated at the far end, mumbling incoherently to himself.

Not unusual.

You pulled your phone out, idly scrolling through social media before your name was called, and you got up to go collect your food.

“You sure?”

“M’ tellin’ ya, it’s exactly what Gaz said she looked like.”

Simon glanced out at the girl his sergeant seemed so certain about. He wouldn’t lie, you did match the description pretty decently. Just as he opened his mouth to point anything out that fought against Johnny’s claim (just to spite him, obviously, not because he liked watching Soap get all frustrated and start rambling on for an hour on end), he noticed it.

“She’s wearin’ cap’s jacket.”

Johnny’s brows rose as he snuck another glance at you. You grabbed your tray of food, walking back to the small little corner where your bag was on the seat. You were wearing their captain’s jacket. The brown leather, the slight fuzz in the sides and insides, the buttoned pockets….he wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“Hell’s bells, been wonderin’ where that thing went.”

Simon only gave a little grunt in reply, eyes narrowed on you before he glanced back at his food. He didn’t want to seem a creep. He already knew he was intimidating enough to the normal civilian, and one of his “I-want-to-eat-your-firstborn-child” glares (named by Johnny and Kyle) probably wasn’t helping.

“Sounds like Price’s found ‘imself a pretty birdie.”

Johnny lit up at those words, a devilish grin lighting his features, one that Simon usually only saw before he demolished buildings or people with explosives. He was already dreading it before it came out of his mouth.

“We shoul’ set ‘em up on a date.”

“No.”

“Don’ tell me it wouldn’ be a good idea. Might keep him from giving us so many sprints at training, yeah? Ya know he’s been overworkin’ us lately…”

The slight pause Simon took was all Soap needed to continue spewing his disarming, convincing words that usually always worked on his Lieutenant. His lips further curled into a grin as he went on.

“He’s been so tense lately, jus’ let us do this for ‘im, help him relax some…”

“Fine. Get on wit’ it.”

Simon finally relented, suddenly finding his food very interesting to look at as Johnny got up, striding over to you with a confidence one could only expect from the Scotsman.

He glanced up, trying to subtly watch as his sergeant approached you. You were on a call with someone, the phone held up to your ear by your shoulder while you ate your fries, the main entree of your order already gone. When Johnny walked up, you immediately sized him up.

Paranoid. Simon didn’t blame you, living on this end of town. The only reason he and the guys stayed here was for the cheap flats they could get when on leave for a few months. Price had a little house more up South, but never visited it much, letting it gather some dust.

You took the phone from your ear, muttering something to whoever was on the other end, and hanging up. You raised a brow at Johnny, who in turn gestured to your jacket and struck up a conversation. Johnny was trying to look unthreatening, he could tell. Sitting down so he wasn’t standing over you. A small, easygoing smile. Trying to make you laugh, and succeeding a bit.

Five minutes in, and you were seeming more comfortable with him. He wrote something down on a napkin from your table with a pen in his pocket, handing it to you, giving a teasing wink which you snorted at, and walking back over to his and Simon’s table with a huge smile.

“Wha’ did you just do?”

Simon asked, suspiciously eying Soap.

“I set our cap’ up with a date.”

He beamed, and Simon only sighed, knowing that Price wouldn’t take it too well to be sent on a date with a girl he’d only just met a few weeks ago. A girl that hadn’t texted him since. But maybe, just maybe, it would go decently.

That had been one of the strangest encounters in your life.

A Scottish man introduces himself as a friend of Price’s, saying something about working together at their jobs and telling you he recognized the jacket you were wearing. So much for not ever seeing John Price again, considering his friend had just set the two of you up, and given you the man’s number too. All the while the gruff-looking man had sat at Johnny’s table, watching the interaction.

It had made you more than a little nervous, but nothing had gone bad. The Scotsman had been friendly, and even funny, but not pushing too far.

And now you had a date on Friday night.

When you got back to work, off of lunch break, Laney helped you into your apron, tying the knot for you like she always did.

“You’re late, what took so long?”

She knew you weren’t usually ever late. Always on time, punctual, even. You managed your time properly.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”

She grinned at that, nudging you with an elbow as you started taking orders.

“C’mon, spill it.”

And you did.

You began with the incident a few weeks ago, which she’d mostly already heard about, then told her all about the Scotsman and his friend, and finally the date on Friday. Right when you were about to finish the story, you felt your phone buzz, and you took it out to check it despite usually keeping it on Do Not Disturb. A text from an unknown number, but you knew who it was.

“Sorry for my muppets bothering you, they don’t know how to keep their mouths shut.”

You snorted in undignified laughter, replying while an older customer complained, mumbling something about ‘this generation and their phones’.

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Johnny?”

“Yes, the one that barely talks in coherent English.”

“Aw, he was funny. I liked him.”

“Don’t go liking him too much. We apparently have a date on Friday.”

“I’ll see you there, then?”

“See you there.”

You finally silenced your phone, slipping it back into your pocket as you went back to work with a noticeable pep in your step and a warm, fuzzy smile you offered to customers.

Laney certainly noticed.

When your shift was over, ending quickly, she talked to you while walking out to the parking lot through the back exit.

“I can help you get ready for the date, if you want?”

She offered. You’d be stupid to deny, with the impeccable makeup and fashion sense that she had.

“Sure, I can swing by at 3. That’ll give you plenty of time.”

“You have any shifts the rest of the week?”

“Barely. Just little half-times I squeezed in between lecturers. Last year’s always the busiest.”

“See you Friday, then.”

You beamed at her, sliding into your car as she walked to your own.

“See you Friday.”

Some of the days passed in a blur, some dragged on slower than ever before.

Eventually, though, Friday rolled around, and you were sitting in your friend’s chair as she did your hair, your makeup light, but good. You were wearing a simple outfit, some clean jeans, and a cute brown sweater over your white shirt.

It was 4:30, and you had only thirty minutes to haul your ass out to the nice diner the both of you were meeting at for dinner.

“It’s fine, I need to go. Seriously.”

Laney gave you a look, but reluctantly started putting all her things away. You hugged her, mumbling thanks in her ear, before grabbing your purse that had all of your things in it and walking to the exit of her quaint home.

You drive to the diner, finding the parking lot to have the familiar old car you’d seen Price driving in the first place. You parked got out of the car, and walked into the diner, only for the server up front to inform you that you’d already been paid for, and she led you to a table where Price was seated.

He’d tried to dress nicely, you could tell. Beard combed and hair done, dressed in jeans and a comfortable-looking dress shirt. He gave you a small smile as you slid into the booth, and there was already a tray of crinkle-cut fries in the center.

“Hope you didn’ mind that I ordered, big fella like me needs a lotta food.”

He said with a chuckle, and you grinned.

“I don’t mind, trust me, my older brother devours food like no other.”

He smiled, a little bob of his head before his brow raised in mild curiosity.

“You got a brother?”

A nod.

“Yeah, name’s Gary. He’s quiet, but we love ‘im for it.”

“Me and the boys are just about brothers, wish they’d be quiet for once.”

You snorted at that, taking a sip of your water before the waitress came by and you ordered your meal. Price’s was the first to come out, he’d ordered a full English breakfast that the diner somehow served, despite it being around dinner time. Yours came out next, and you both idly chattered about your life, family, jobs (he was apparently military and off on leave right now, not that you minded), and whatnot.

When he was about more than halfway through his food, his phone began buzzing, and his face went serious as he held a small finger up to you with a slightly apologetic expression, taking the phone call.

He listened, and you simply continued eating your food, not minding. Everyone had to take important calls every now and then, sometimes it just wasn’t avoidable.

He gave a few gruff yes’ and no’s, before sighing as he replied for one last time into the phone.

“I’ll be right there.”

When he clicked off the call, shoving his phone into his pocket, he gave an apologetic look.

“It’s an emergency, can’t stay. ‘M sorry.”

You nodded in understanding.

“Is everything alright?”

You asked, and he nodded, face set in what looked like a grim determination. He called a waitress over, paying the bill before you both got up. He gave you a light pat on the shoulder as you both walked out, right before you went to your car.

“We could do this again, if you’d like. With no interruptions.”

“I’d like that.”

He breathed an audible sigh of relief at that.

“I’ll text you when I can.”

Before he began walking to his car, getting in. You walked to yours, opened up the driver’s side door, and slid in before you saw his jacket sitting on the passenger seat. Cursing to yourself, you grabbed it, having it in mind to go take it to him before he left.

Before you could move, though, a hand clasped over your mouth.

A cold prick of pain in the back of your neck. Liquid.

“Don’t scream.”

A voice warned as if you could make any noise at all with a hand over your mouth.

An overwhelming sense of heaviness overtook you, and your vision began swimming, before turning black as your eyes fluttered closed.

“What’re we getting ‘er for?”

“Bargaining chip.”

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oriistar · 1 month ago

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Googly Eyes

Sun x GN! Reader

Summary: A slow day at the plex leads to a lot of things and finding ways to entertain Sun was one of them.

Warnings: Just Fluff!

Today was an unusually quiet day throughout the Pizzaplex. The hallways and open rooms that were usually teeming with activity were early silent with only the sound of heavy rain hitting skylights and muffled thunder off in the distance. There was a freak storm passing through the city that had left streets flooded and electrical wires down. Every time you checked your phone you were met with news article warnings to seek shelter and refrain from traveling anywhere until the storm passed. Faz Co was an incredibly shitty and greedy corporation though, and had sent out emails to its human staff detailing the fact that no employee was permitted to miss any amount of work during the storm. Failure to show up for your assigned shift would lead to immediate termination. You were about 98% sure that you and the other employees could sue for such a claim and as far as you could tell, a very vast amount of your coworkers had in fact skipped out of work for the day and possibly the days after until everything outdoors went back to normal. You were not so fortunate though.

Being a broke college student that was hardly making ends meet as it is didn't give you the luxury of tossing away a decent paying job and honestly? What you were making now as a daycare assistant for the plex was far more than you could earn as a fast food worker and you weren't so keen on simply throwing this job into the gutter on account of some bad weather. Even if that bad weather might have been kind of life threatening. Why the damn place insisted on being open today was beyond your comprehension though. You practically had to swim to the doors to get here this morning and it was already almost noon with no sign of a single customer anywhere. You were glad that no one was stupid enough to even try to bring their children here on today of all days but it did make you question your own sanity a bit.

All things aside though, it wasn’t too bad being stuck in the plex while a huge storm raged on outside. As cheap as Faz Co was, they didn't skip any corners when constructing the building and you honestly felt like you’d be safer here than at your rundown apartment that leaked whenever it rained anyway. At least you were smart enough to bring a few things to keep you occupied for today. And so here you were, lounging across one of the huge bean bag chairs with your old tablet propped up in your lap and playing Gordon Ramsey’s ‘Kitchen Nightmares’ at full blast since there weren't any children around to hear it anyway. Your coworker; however, was not so happy about the show choice as he leaned his large circular head over your shoulder so he could watch as well.

Sun was very noticeably bored today. Usually he’d have so much to do but with the daycare empty for the day he just didn't know what to do with himself. He had been pacing back and forth before he decided to lay on the floor beside you and now he was making comments about the show. “He’s just so mean!” Sun exclaimed as he leaned closer, one of his firm silicone rays pressing against your cheek. “I don’t know how you enjoy watching this…” The animatronic gave another heavy sigh as he flopped fully onto the padded floor beside you. You just shrugged in response, too absorbed in watching Gordon yell at some incompetent manager to worry about Sun dying of boredom.

He huffed again before he rolled a few times and sprung up to his feet. You glanced up from your tablet as you shoved a chip in your mouth and watched as he took long strides over to the craft nook of the daycare. Deciding he wasn’t doing anything he wasn't supposed to, you went back to watching your show. You heard the jingle of his bells as he approached and were vaguely aware of him sitting beside you and messing with something but you didn't really mind as long as he wasn't whining in your ear again about the foul language that often came from the show you were watching. Sun began to hum along to the daycare theme that was playing quietly in the background and you could feel his hands brushing against the sleeves of your Superstar Daycare branded hoodie. You relaxed a bit further into the beanbag chair and let him do whatever he wanted, finding no harm in him fiddling with your clothing and soon he had drifted from your sleeve, to your shoulder, and even around the back of the beanbag chair.

After the episode ended, you turned your head to see what Sun was up to only to jump in surprise as you sat up and realized that he had been sticking fucking googly eyes to you this whole time. “Sun, what the fu- heck are you doing?” You questioned, catching the curse before it could slip out. Sun just hummed in response as he grinned mischievously, sitting with his legs crossed and a half empty sheet of adhesive googly eyes in his hand. “Well, you weren't giving me enough attention Starlight..” Sun said, his rays spinning from side to side as he watched you, “So I figured, if you had more eyes then you’d be looking at me all the time!” He laughed, falling onto his back as he kicked his feet and giggled as if his joke was the funniest thing in the world. You were not so easily impressed.

“You are one weird clown.” You said with a sigh but your expression cracked a little as you smiled at him. Sun didn't seem at all offended by your words as he pushed himself up and quickly crawled over to you. He shoved your tablet aside and flopped himself across your lap in its place, nudging his head up against your hand just like a cat. You rolled your eyes and began to stroke his rays in the way you knew he liked and he sighed happily in response. “You’re just a huge baby, you know that right?” You asked him and he tilted his head a little in your lap, his rays retracting where his faceplate met your thighs. “Yeah, but I'm your baby aren’t I?” He asked innocently and you felt your face warm in response. You scoffed and shoved him off your lap as he started up his giggles again.

“Okay, whatever weirdo. You better help me get these googly eyes off or else i'll take all the glitter glue home with me tonight.” Sun gasped at your threat and jumped back up immediately, removing the googly eyes from both you and the beanbag chair while pleading with you not to take his precious supply of glitter glue. You were pretty sure he ate it when everyone was gone but hey, everyone has some freaky habit so you couldn't really judge him too hard. You just laughed as you let him pluck the sticky eyes off of you.

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passionateseadruid · 7 months ago

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Snake King’s Bride

Warning: Profanity (The F bomb), unhealthy relationships, human sacrifice, deals with the devil. (Why tf am I writing this 😭(because I had an idea and it wouldn’t get out of my head that’s why)) Other warnings may be added.

Part one The Exchange

You were so excited to move out and go to college. But in this economy everything is expensive, so you got a roommate and a job at this adorable little thrift store. (Employee discount for the win).

“Bye, Lilian! I’m off to work!”

“Okay! I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up!”

“Alright! If you feel unsafe or if you want to leave the concert early feel free to call me!”

“Okay!”

You made your way to your job and entered the shop.

“Kaitlyn I’m here!”

“Oh hey! Come in come in! I was just reorganizing some stuff.” She stood on a chair as she swapped some things on shelfs, next to her lay a bag of flower petals (fake ones most likely).

“Anything new or interesting get dropped off?”

“My step-sister Regan dropped off a ring earlier today.” She said hopping down.

“Ooh! What does it look like?”

“It’s gold and it’s shaped like a snake coiled around your finger. And it’s eating a little ruby in the shape of an apple.”

“Can I see it?”

“You’re… interested?”

“I guess you could say so.”

She smiled, almost exited and relieved at once. “I’ll go get it.”

She left and after a few minutes you were worried so you went to find her and you heard her talking in the break room.

“…

I promise she’s perfect

…

Trust me! Rea Rea doesn’t have to get hurt

…

See?!

…

Oh thank you!” She walked out of the break room and you hid behind a clothing rack.

You pretended to be coming back from the bathroom. “Hey, I just want to say that I hope you know I’m here for you if you need anything. Like I know this is out of pocket but I thought I’d tell you because we’re getting close.”

“I’m fine. Here’s the ring.”

“This is beautiful!”

“Put it on!”

“What? Why?” You laughed.

“Why not? I won’t tell. Just do it.”

“Okay but only for a minute.” You slipped it on. “Okay that’s enough… why won’t it come off?”

“It’s… not coming off?” Kaitlyn asked nervously.

“I’m going to see if I can loosen it with maybe some soap or something. Where did your sister get this ring by the way?!” You yelled from the bathroom. The shop was usually empty on weekdays so you didn’t really care about how loud you were being.

“Um… my little sister said that it was a family heirloom to be passed down to the first woman born into that family on her 20th birthday.”

“Okaaaay…”

“I’m not finding anything; but while you have that ring on why don’t we have some fun!”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked cautiously.

“Why don’t we just pretend that you’re getting married?”

“What?” You laughed.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!”

"Why not?" You smiled.

You pulled out an old wedding dress and the matching shoes. She arranged the flower petals from before in a circular pattern and placed some candles around. "I think this dress might be a bit big on me."

"I'll grab some safety pins." Kaitlyn smiled.

You changed into the dress and when you went to zip it up it felt like the dress shrunk to fit snuggly on you. It was a white ballgown dress with a sweetheart neckline and long sleeves. She then changed into some white close toed wedges with faux gemstones dangling from the strap. It felt like the shoes were expanding as you slipped into them. "Huh, everything is a perfect fit." You then slipped on a chocker that had two rows of pearls and a big diamond in the center and finally placed the veil that came with the dress on top of your head.

Stepping out Kaitlyn had adjusted the veil to cover your face and lead you over to the ring of flowers. "Okay stand here for a second."

"Kaitlyn, something doesn't feel right about this." You said as you stepped into the circle.

"Shut up."

"Excuse you!"

Kaitlyn starts speaking in Latin as you try to step out of the circle. "Kaitlyn stop! You're scaring me!" A forcefield stopped you from leaving the circle. "What the fuck? What the fuck is this? Let me out!"

A fiery rift slices through the air and a dark demonic voice calls out.

"Please, Dark King of hell take her as your bride in exchange for Regan!"

"Deal now leave me be."

"What NO!" You screamed as the floor erupted from under you.

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johnsbirdie · 3 months ago

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married!price babysitter!reader

cw: cheating?

(hi! this is my first time like, properly sort of writing for idk the public, and i just wanted to give it a go. sorry if this is short:()

“remind me how old you are once more?” his words make your ears perk up, even from across the room. you’re just picking up toys that had been left scattered across the house from the absolute mess that his sons had made.

“oh, i’ve just gone 19.” you reply, and for a moment, you think the conversation stops there. he’s silent for a moment, just watching as you gather the legos.

you can hear his sons squealing and giggling, calling for you to come and play. but you have to tidy up after them, i mean it’s pretty much your job. you need the money to get through college and you can’t just survive off of tesco meal deals.

there’s a vast array of toys in your hands, little dinosaurs, trains, legos, building blocks. there we go. just about done cleaning up after the little rugrats. (you love them though)

and suddenly a large pair of hands settle on your hips, the grip on your hips nearly makes you drop all of the toys. john’s golden wedding band sparkles under the light of the kitchen, and his touch makes you feel a little bit dizzy (or is that just the smell of the cigars he smokes)

“hm,” he starts off, squeezing your plush and squishy hips. and now you can feel his hardened and muscular chest pressed against your back. and down below, well, there’s his aching bulge pressed against your soft… supple.. ass.

he likes having you around the house, helping him with the kids. your the perfect eye candy, but not only that, you’re just the most caring, and soft-spoken person ever. to him, you are the epitome of sweetness. despite being old enough to be your own father, he has the desire to just ravish you whenever you walk into his house, his own home, in your little sundresses.

“how ‘bout you put all ‘em toys away, and i reward you for being so good, hm?” his thumbs move in circular motions on your hips, pushing harder against you, which makes you arch against him and he’s nearly bending you over the kitchen counter now.

“i… um, mr. price -“ he tuts. he flips you around so that you’re facing him, now chest to chest with one another.

“it’s john, remember? i want you to think of me as a friend.” his eyes lock on yours. his eyes are a deep blue, and it’s like looking out at the ocean. it’s beautiful really. but is it beautiful when he’s basically groping you and speaking to you so lowly, so suggestively.

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ienjoywritingfilth · 5 months ago

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the blue burrow

what if you could have everything? Well, almost everything.

trope: sugar daddy PP character: Dave York x f reader summary: money has always been a hard thing to come by, so when a handsome man offers you everything you've ever dreamed of, you'd be an idiot to say no, right?

warning: alcohol. strippers. smoking. my usual friday night. just so you know this story is gonna get 18+ in later chapters

words 4.4k

wanna see my other stuff?

part i - the blue burrow

The parking lot is already packed when you arrive at the Blue Burrow in your black shorts and white tank top, a typical uniform for the girls that sell booze and food while the others dance on stage.

"Evenin' sweet thing," a tall black bouncer croons to you as you approach.

"Evenin' handsome," you parrot his accent with a playful wink as you make your way inside.

Randy the bouncer was the first person you met on your first day on the job. It was Randy who pulled the hand of the lecherous old creep in the third row off your ass when you froze up in shock.

You've been working as a server here for almost six months, saving up for more night classes. You couldn't afford college right after high school so years later you're finally getting back into your studies. The only issue is saving enough for both that and rent in a world that seems to grow more expensive by the day.

You make your way to the back of the club, past the gyrating woman on stage and the glassy eyed regulars in the front row. A few men sit near the back, a bachelor party by the looks of it. Those are usually good for two things: big tips and drunken fights. You pray it's the former tonight.

You open your locker in the back room, placing your purse inside before sliding the lock back in place. The club is in a decent part of town, but you can never be too careful. Unlike the others here your locker is free of stickers and photos, free of anything that makes it personalized. You don’t want to get too comfortable here.

A leggy brunette walks up beside you, covered in glitter, her lips puffy and glossy. It's Tiffany, one of the best dancers here. She's impossibly sweet and when she's not dancing she's working at the seniors home her grandmother lives in.

She looks tired tonight, her forehead damp, obviously having just finished her shift on stage. When she pulls open her locker you see the framed photo of her and her boyfriend in his truck from the summer along with a magnetic mirror, a bag of makeup and a few changes of clothes.

"Good night? You ask, watching as she pulls the stack of bills from her bra and tucked into the side of her panties. She packs them into the locker and closes it, giving you a wink.

"Great night. When are you gonna get your ass up there and make some real money?" Tiffany teases.

"As soon as I don't care what I look like naked," you shoot back with an eye roll as she giggles.

The truth is even if you had a figure like a Hadid sister, you still would never get up there and strip for the masses. You don't judge the girls who do; it's just not for you. And contrary to what the media wants you to believe, lots of these girls are like you and me. They do this as a job, meaning it’s professional, they have goals and dreams and they’re some of the nicest coworkers you’ve ever had. From your very first day they took you under their wing when men said disgusting things as you brought them beers. You’re used to it now, used to the gross way they talk and act.

You’re used to the stale cigarette smell inside the club, used to the streaked mirrors in the bathroom and the occasional coke-head you find in the toilets. You’re used to the smell of lotion the girl’s wear and finding glitter stuck to the bottom of your shoes. You’ve become used to a lot.

You walk back onto the floor ready to start your shift, going behind the bar to grab your ruffle apron and circular drink tray. You prepare to make the circuit when something stops you mid-turn.

"My girl!"

A slurred voice sounds out from behind you and you hold in a cringe. A man in his fifties wearing a Hawaiian shirt is curled over the bar waving at you.

"Hey Pat," you say trying to keep your tone happy as you approach. If your boss is around he'll be pissed to hear you anything less than chipper.

"Hi honey," Pat says giving you a weak smile. "Can you get me a beer?"

You glance over at Brian, the bartender and overall terrifying figure at six foot to and three hundred pounds.

"He's been here for hours," Brian tells you sharply over the bar as he wipes it down. "I cut him off forty minutes ago but he said he wanted to wait and see you."

“Thanks, Brian.”

You sigh before pasting a smile onto your face and heading over to the slumped-over figure who slurs something when you approach. It’s garbled, thick with mucus and alcohol and you can’t decipher it.

"You know I have to work, Pat," you say patiently. "Let's go get you a taxi."

Pat goes to protest but you fix him with a stare that tells him you don't have time to be messed with. Like a whipped dog he stands, trailing after you over the sticky floors, past the women who wave him out with sweet goodbyes. They like him, he never messes with them or makes them feel less than.

When Pat stumbles a third time on the way out you pull his beefy arm over your shoulder and you help him out the front doors of the establishment. He’s sweaty and reeks of old booze. You wrinkle your nose.

The two of you move past some approaching men who take one look at Pat hanging desperately onto your shoulder and then smirk at one another, murmuring loudly.

“Kill me if I ever get that bad.”

You glare at the two of them, about to say something when Pat’s sour breath is on the side of your face.

"I never see you anymore.”

"Been busy," you inform him, grunting as you attempt to guide him to the nearest taxi. "I thought you were gonna cut back on the booze?"

"I have been I swear."

“Uh huh.”

The taxi pulls up to the curb and Pat sniffles right in your ear, a wet loud thing that make you grimace as you pull the taxi door open. You herd him towards the taxi, trying not to let your irritation get the better of you.

"I just miss her so much," Pat says and you feel your heart break.

"I know."

He pulls back when you motion to the open taxi door.

"Pat, I don't have time for this," you say trying to keep your tone light. "They're already going to be pissed that I'm out here instead of serving drinks inside. So help me out, huh? Or would you prefer I lose this job?"

Pat's watery eyes meet yours. He nods and he now shuffles towards the open door of the taxi.

"There we go," you sigh, helping him into the cab, making sure he doesn't knock his head against the low roof.

When you straighten to go to the driver’s side you notice a man standing outside the club watching you, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers. He's dressed in a suit, his dark brown hair tousled fashionably. He doesn’t look like the usual clientele.

For all you know he watched the entire display so far. The thought is embarrassing. You can't see his face but you're sure it holds judgment.

You shift your attention away and tilt down to the driver’s window to give the tired looking cabbie Pat's address.

"I didn't bring my wallet," Pat moans from where he's seated in the back. "And I used up all my cash inside."

You hold in the urge to scream at him.

"I've got it," you sigh, digging into your shorts for the rumpled twenty you put there this morning. It's the money you were saving for dinner after your shift. The shitty greasy fare they serve at your job isn't exactly stellar. But you'll manage.

The dough-faced cabbie takes it and you know from experience twenty isn't enough to take Pat home. But tonight you're hopeful he'll take pity. You give him Pat's address and he holds up the twenty as if disgusted.

"This won't cover it."

"C'mon man. It's all I've got."

"I'll take him twenty bucks worth," the sneering cabbie tells you. "Then he's out on his ass."

Thoughts of Pat in a gutter somewhere make you panic.

"I'll pay you the rest tonight after my shift," you plead with the cabbie. "All my tip money. Just make sure he gets home."

"This ain't a charity."

Pat is half propped up in the back seat, looking ashamed of himself and your heart breaks. You feel frustrated tears starting but you blink them away. Maybe you can borrow another twenty from Tiffany.

Before you plead for the cabbie to give you a minute to dash back inside a masculine hand moves over your shoulder, not touching you, holding a fifty in between his middle and pointer finger. The cabbie takes it, knowing full well a fifty by itself would cover the entire trip plus a tip. You turn, about to tell the mystery man just that.

Your words turn to sand on your tongue when you recognize the man from before. Only up this close you can see he's very handsome with pouty lips and eyes the colour of mahogany. The kind of handsome that ties your tongue. He smells amazing, something expensive you're sure.

It all combines to distract you long enough for the cabbie to take off with Pat slumped over in the back. When they peel off you have enough sense to step back, lest you get your feet run over. The man is still staring at you, his cigarette smouldering, forgotten.

"He scammed you," you finally croak. "Only costs thirty to get Pat home."

The man shrugs, watching the taxi speed off into the encroaching night.

"Thank you for that," you tell him.

"It's okay." The man surveys your face and his voice is soft molasses. "He always act like that?"

"Pat? No. Not always. He's a really nice guy. Just drinks too much lately." You swallow. "His wife passed away a few months ago and he's been a wreck ever since."

The man nods, taking a drag off his cigarette.

"I can relate," he finally says quietly.

You glance to see his ring finger free of any gold band and you understand his loss.

"I'm so sorry."

"Why?" He asks sardonically. "You didn't kill her. Unless you moonlight as lymphoma?"

His dark humour takes you by surprise. Before you can reply he offers you a cigarette but you shake your head politely explaining you don't smoke.

"I better get back before I'm fired," you say. He nods, wishing you goodnight and you’re fairly certain you feel his eyes following you until the door to the club swings shut behind you.

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You're reading on your dinner break several weeks later when two familiar black shoes stop next to you. Gucci, if you’re not mistaken. Though you were never one for brands. You glance up the long legs to see the dark haired man from last time and your heart trips in your chest.

"Evening."

"Hi.

You're sitting in the alley between the club and the shop next door. It's clean and quiet and a great place to catch up on your coursework. A diet coke and crumpled bag of Cheetos rest next to you on the bench you’ve made of old crates.

The man glances at your seat before his eyes move to the book you hold, your thumb acting as your bookmark.

"What're you reading?"

You hold up the book to show him the cover.

"Tess of the d'Urbervilles."

"A classic," the man says lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply. You watch the smoke curl around his lips, but its his chocolate eyes make you want to keep talking. “I was never a Hardy fan though.”

“No?”

“Nah, more a Vonnegut guy. Breakfast of Champions, Sl- ”

“Slaughterhouse Five. Of course,” you say rolling your eyes. “I bet you really love Kerouac too, right? Every man does.”

“And every woman loves the Bronte sisters, Jane Austen,” he lights his cigarette before motioning to your book, “and Hardy, apparently.”

"It's for the course I'm doing,” you laugh. He joins you, a warm chuckle sounding from deep in his chest.

"Which course is that?"

"English lit."

He nods thoughtfully, looking at you before glancing over to the stream of people entering the club. It's going to be a busy night. He must see your chagrined expression because his gaze turns sympathetic.

"You like working here?"

"It pays the bills."

“If you had all the money you needed, what would you do all day?"

The answer comes to you immediately.

"Paint, drink coffee overlooking the water somewhere warm," you smile dreamily. "How about you?"

The man looks surprised, scuffing the bottom of his shoes on the low brick of the alley. "Me?"

"Yeah," you nod. "What would you do if you had all the money in the world?"

Dave quirks a smile before answering.

"Try to make other people happy."

"Oh that's a much less selfish answer then mine," you say with a laugh that the man joins in on.

"I don't think you're selfish. Just honest."

He seems to be about to ask you more when the side door squeaks open and your name is hissed out by your boss; a stocky bald man that's is perpetually sweating.

"Breaks over. We're bottlenecking in here."

"I still have ten minu---"

"You'll have all the time in the world if I fire you right now," he snarls back at you. "if you'd prefer that?"

You sigh, wiping your dusty fingers on your shorts. You cast a look at Dave that reads this is my life. Dave is glaring at the bald man who ducks behind the door before you're headed back inside after your asshole employer.

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You saw him the second he entered the club a few weeks later; the man in the suit. You watched another one of the girls wait on him, deflated that you wouldn't get the chance to chat with him again. You liked him, liked how he talked to you without raking his eyes over your chest or ordering you to fetch him another vodka.

So you were disappointed that it was the men who did just that, that you had to wait on that evening. You ignored their leers as they watched the girls on stage. You held in a grimace when they wafted their onion and beer breath over your face asking for a refill.

You try not to be jealous when some of the dancers come out to the crowd, offering lap dances. You see several approach the man in the suit - why wouldn't they? He's dressed clean, he's handsome, he smells gorgeous and he looks like he has money.

You hold your breath, covertly watching him as they approach him. He shakes his head politely, waving off their offers. He seems perfectly content to watch in the back row nursing a glass of whisky.

A pathetic part of you is delighted. It's not every man that can turn down Tiffany and Candi.

But the man in the suit catches your attention a short while later as you dropped off a beer at a neighbouring table, murmuring your name. You didn't realize he'd known it. The sound of it in his silky baritone make you break out in tingles.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

The man gives a calm smile up at you and you attempt to hide your delighted beam. He was hoping to see you. You can’t deny thinking about him lately, hoping every shift that he’ll be there. He’s become a bright spot to your shifts, a dream of something you’ll never have.

Men with money who drink top-shelf alcohol and wear fancy shoes. Men who comes to strip clubs when they feel like it and go home to frosty girlfriends with manicured nails. You imagine his apartment, sprawling, with leather furniture and massive televisions in every room. Despite his fondness for literature you don’t imagine bookshelves, only marble floors and sterile rooms. Plush beds for him to fuck pretty, fragile-looking girls on. Girl’s with trust funds or high-paying jobs, girls that smell like Dior and not old grease from the oil trap you often help to clean.

You’ve already got him squared away in your head, the handsome man in the suit. He’s not for the likes of you. But that’s alright, you enjoy his company when he gives it. You don’t want to ask for more.

He twists in his seat, lowering his voice to a purr that only you can hear.

"How much for a private dance with you?"

All the goodwill you'd held for him is lost in an instant. He is in fact just like the rest of them. You balance your drink tray on your hip, swallowing your disappointment but you keep your customer service expression.

"I'm just a waitress here," you mutter, your face heating under his scrutiny.

"I'm aware." The man nods his head. "I asked how much it would be for you to do a private dance for me."

You blink at him still unsure that he understands what's offered. But you've seen him before; he obviously knows what goes on in here.

"I don't know how to dance," you explain, fumbling for the right words. "Sexy, I mean. I don't know how to dance like those girls on stage."

You motion to one of your friends who is twisting around the pole with feline grace as men wolf-whistle. The man doesn't follow your gesture; he just stares at you with his arms folded over his chest. He has a look on his features that reads that's not what I asked.

You feel sweat accumulating at the back of your knees, the commotion of the girls on the stage and the men cheering making the room feel small and suffocating. Yet the man still waits for your response with what feels like cool appraisal.

Fuck it.

"Five hundred," you say, biting back a smirk.

Most of the dances are from fifty to a hundred for three songs in one of the back rooms. You know it's too expensive but that's-

"Done."

"What?"

The man is standing and pulling his wallet from his back pocket and you can see several crisp hundred dollar bills stuffed inside. He pockets the wallet, straightening.

"I'm good," he says. "Lead the way."

You stare at him a full moment before cheers for the girl onstage shake you. You nod, twisting and making your way to the back rooms. The champagne rooms. Rooms where the girl’s take the men that pay extra for private dances.

Randy looks you over, smirking as he unhooks the red ropes allowing the two of you to pass.

"Pulling double duty tonight are we?"

You give him a pointed look. Don't blow this for me. Five hundred dollars is a good chunk of your rent.

"Room three is open." Randy's smile drops as he looks at the tall man behind you. "Three songs, no touching the talent, you remain seated the entire time. Break the rules and you'll be fined and banned."

"Understood."

"Enjoy your evening," Randy says nodding at the both of you before hooking the ropes behind you.

You enter the room with its leather couch and dim lighting. There's a pole in the centre and on the far side is a set of speakers. Beside the couch is a bucket of ice and a waiting bottle of champagne. You don’t drink enough to know if it’s good or not.

"What's your name?"

He surprises you with this question. You glance over your shoulder to see him standing with his hands in his pockets, casual and nonplussed.

You think of all the things you've overheard working here for the past year.

Never give your real name. Never go home with a guy here. Never walk to your car alone.

"Aurora," you answer quickly, the first name you can think of as your eyes search the floor before they dart to his face. It's clear that he doesn't believe you, but there's bemusement in his expression.

"Sleeping Beauty," the man replies in a throaty rasp. "Nice to officially meet you, I'm Dave."

"Hi, Dave."

He smirks before taking a seat on the couch, looking sidelong at you. You swallow anxiously before setting up the speakers with the music player that permanently resides there, stocked with an array of sexy tunes.

You click the first one and the speakers blast a slow, sensual tango. You lower the volume a bit, so it's not so shrill but you don’t turn around.

You feel Dave's eyes on your back. Is his name really Dave? It doesn't matter. You have to dance for him. For three songs. You've seen the other girls do this. They rub themselves on the clients, gyrating along to the music. It can't be that hard, right?

You finally turn and make your way shakily over to him, forcing a smile.

Dave makes no move to touch you, no desire to degrade you. He simply watches you sway from side to side like a middle-schooler at a dance. You can feel the money slipping away second by second.

Here goes nothing.

You prepare to peel the tank top off your body, painfully aware that your old bra is full coverage and likely not the sexy piece Dave was hoping for. Neither is your body which can't hold a candle to the women he's been watching on the stage.

You hesitate.

"Do you want to take it off?"

Dave's voice reaches you as you consider your options. Five hundred dollars is on the line right now.

"It's what you paid for."

"I asked if you want to take it off."

You nibble at your lower lip anxiously.

"No."

"Then don't."

Dave continues staring at you with a serious expression until your hands fall to your sides. The first song ends, the next track beginning. He settles back in the leather seat, arms wide on the backs as if he’s watching a movie.

You shift from side to side, painfully aware that this is the most awkward experience of your adult life.

"Do you have a song you want to hear?"

"I don't really care about the music," Dave answers honestly. "I thought maybe we could talk."

"Talk?"

"Yeah. Communicate. Exchange words." He smirks up at you before patting the seat next to him.

“You want to talk?”

“If you don’t mind.”

You hesitate a moment before striding over and placing yourself at the edge, prepared to take off if Dave tries anything.

"How's your class?"

"Uh, good, good," you answer truthfully.

“You’re still enjoying it?”

“Yeah, I am,” you smile. “No Vonnegut on the syllabus this semester so I’m in luck.”

Dave leans back against the sofa, chuckling a bit. You feel a flush crawling up your neck, but you maintain eye contact with him. He tilts his head slightly to the left, taking you in.

"Are you taking more classes after?"

"Yeah I wanna get my degree," you confess. "But classes aren't cheap hence me working here at night and at a coffee shop during the day."

"You have two jobs?"

He looks so incredulous you can’t help but giggle.

"Yeah."

"When do you sleep?"

"Whenever I can."

Dave nods thoughtfully, rubbing at his chin in thought.

"Must be hard."

"It's not easy," you confess. "How about you? How many jobs you got?"

Dave smiles at your question, showing off perfect teeth. This doesn't surprise you. Dave screams money and money people always have perfect teeth.

"Just the one."

"You like it?"

"Sometimes."

The third song begins while he glances around the small, humid room with its soft lighting and brass pole. He turns back to you.

"Why do you work here?"

You give him a sardonic laugh.

"Why does anyone work? To pay the bills."

"Yeah, but why here? At this club?"

"Because they were one of the only places hiring when I was looking. And because I don't have a degree it's hard to find jobs that pay well and I need the money. Plus the people here are really nice, sometimes the tips are good and I get a free meal every shift."

"I see."

The music ends, leaving the two of you in absolute silence. Only the muffled sound of the main room is heard. There’s a gentle rap of knuckles on the other side of the door, Randy making sure you’re not being worked overtime. You give a half shrug to Dave, almost apologetic.

"Times up."

Dave nods, not looking upset.

"When do you work next?"

This is another one of the rules. You should never tell a guy your schedule.

The only thing is you kinda want to see Dave again. Even if it’s just to sit here and chat with someone who finds you interesting enough to talk to. You so rarely have the opportunity to do that these days.

"Friday."

"Okay."

He stands up, pulling the wallet from his pocket. He pulls out the bills, folding them and handing them to you politely. Despite everything the action makes you feel cheap. You look down, shocked to see he left you eight hundred dollars. For three minutes of work.

He's moving towards the door where Randy waits just outside.

"Wait," you say quickly and he pauses, turning to look at you with surprise.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you before. Dances are only, like, a hundred max, not five. Here."

You hold out all the money to him, feeling ashamed. You did a terrible job, not worthy of being paid at all.

"Here,” you repeat, shaking the bills at him. “I didn't even dance."

You've never been one to lie and if he'd treated you like shit then maybe you would have kept his money. But as it is he was kind and gentle. He helped you with Pat. You don't feel right keeping his money.

Dave looks at the money outstretched in your hand, his liquid chocolate gaze moving up your arm until it leads to your down turned face.

"I know dances aren't five hundred," he says smoothly. "I paid what I thought you deserved."

"I didn't deserve almost a thousand dollars for a chat," you say huffing a laugh.

"It was worth it to me," Dave replies. "Keep it."

You hesitate and then finally lower your arm, shoving the money into your shorts. He takes a moment to linger at the door, a wry smirk on his face before he taps the door twice with his knuckles.

"I'll see you Friday, Sleeping Beauty."

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madhatterbri · 1 month ago

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Professor | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Y/N met a man at the bar and slept with him. The next day, the old professor quit, so they bring in a new one. Guess who walks thru the door.

Author's Note: Professor Page AU.

Hangman Masterlist

AEW Masterlist

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"To Y/N, starting her senior year. We survived the freshman 15 together, the messy breakups, the parties, and she didn't even have a one night stand. We salute you," her best friend announced at their circular bar table. The women clicked their shot glasses together and drank.

"I'm getting more shots. We won't have this much longer," Y/N frowned. Her friends whined and pouted. Their weekends of partying were getting shorter. Senior year was the worst time. Between all the finals, presentations, and term papers, they had barely seen each other lately.

Y/N walked to the bar. Well, more like stumbled to the bar. She reached out cautiously to the bar stool and sat down. The bartender was busy that night. Plenty of college kids with fake I.Ds were taking his attention. Each time she tried to wave him down, it was in vain.

"It's, uh, kinda busy in here," the man next to her noted. He seemed anxious about all the noise and people. "Is it normally this busy?"

Y/N turned to look at him. Her breath hitched in her throat. He was definitely not someone who frequented the halls at school. His blonde hair in a bun. Big black glasses covered his face. A basic shirt and black pants that covered his muscular frame. A backpack on his shoulders. Based on how he looked, she assumed there had to be a Nintendo Switch in there.

"No, just some loser underage kids with fake I.Ds trying to have one last hurrah before school tomorrow," she answered snottily as if she wasn't one of them a few years ago.

Adam snorted to hide his laugh. "Been there,"

Y/N hummed in response. She had given up bothering to get another round for the girls. It was getting late. Her class was early.

"I'm Adam," he introduced and stuck out his arm.

Y/N took it and shook it gently. "Y/N,"

The simple introduction opened the floodgates to full conversation. Adam was new to these parts. He just recently accepted a job and moved from home. Feeling a little nervous about it, he went out for a drink.

He was a delight. Adam was definitely a lot different than the dating pool that took over the school. They bonded over his Nintendo Switch. She knew there was one in his book bag.

"Why don't we play a round of pool? We can make things interesting," she offered and pointed to the pool table. While they were talking, people left to get ready for another workweek. Even her friends had abandoned. They whispered comments and advice in her ear as they hugged her goodbye.

Adam turned his head to the pool table and back to her. "You're on, but as a true gentleman, I must tell you that I'm the best,"

Y/N scoffed. "We will see about that. Start thinking about your bet. When I win, I say we ditch this place and I'll give you a tour of the city,"

"Well, um, maybe if... if I win, uh, I could get your number? I think we have really good chemistry and only if you are up to it. I would never push a girl to do it or anything. It doesn't have to mean sex... I'm going to shut up," he babbled. His cheeks flushed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. She swore he called himself an idiot.

She rubbed her fingers across his arm. "I am going to set up the table,"

Y/N did anything in her power to cheat. She wanted to get him out of this bar more than anything. Just as it looked like she was about to win, the power went out. The bar owner started to kick them all out. He threatened to get them kicked out of the school if they stole anything. He had cameras on the backup generator.

"Well, I win," she announced happily as they walked to their cars. Coincidentally, they were parked next to each other.

"I think that was technically a tie. According to my calculations, you were going to scratch when shooting at the 8 ball," Adam pointed out. He lifted his glasses up on his nose. "The power outage saved you,"

"Your calculations are wrong. I was going to win," she defended and pulled out her phone. He watched her curiously. "Tell me your number so you can have mine,"

Adam happily gave his number. His phone buzzed in his pocket to signal a text message. He couldn't believe how well this was going. Y/N couldn't help but smile at his happiness.

"I changed my mind about the tour," Y/N informed him. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"There are no takebacks. You said a tour and-,"

"What if I want to kiss you?" She asked.

"Really?" His voice cracked. His face is the same color as a tomato. Y/N giggled, deciding to tease him.

"We don't have to," she shrugged. Her chin rested against his chest. Their eyes met together once he looked down. "We could just see each other around. The town is small enough and I-"

It was his turn to cut her off. He leaned in for an innocent peck. She stayed still yet kissed him back. Her hands rested on his hips. Y/N wanted him to deepen the kiss. When he did, she felt like she was on cloud nine.

Y/N didn't quite remember how they ended up back at his place. He said something about Lord of the Rings, and she told him she would love to see it with him. Anything to be alone with him.

There were short people on in it and wizards. A couple of elves appeared, and all these men were obsessing about a ring. She lost interest immediately. Now they were kissing on his couch. The movie played in the background.

Y/N crawled into his lap. His shirt rode up his body with her hands underneath. Adam assisted by removing the rest of the shirt. He tossed it over his shoulder. Her hands explored the new territory. The hair on his chest gets extra attention from her.

Their lips met in another passionate kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed. She sat flushed against his lap and gasped. His clothed excitement pressed against her. She pulled away from him.

"How do you want tonight to go? We can stop here or....," she drifted off and eyed his bedroom door.

"You want to go to sleep? But you are going to miss Boromir's ultimate sacrifice to save Frodo," Adam pointed out.

Y/N blinked at him. Her mouth opened and closed. When no words came out, she simply shook her head no.

A light bulb went off in his head. She wasn't talking about sleeping. He looked down at his too tight feeling pants and her. He licked his lips and looked at her. "I, um, yeah b-bedroom,"

Y/N stood up from his lap. Wasting little time, she grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. Her foot kicked the door closed behind them. His bedroom looked exactly like she envisioned.

Posters of different video games and wrestlers were placed neatly on his wall. A stack of video games for the Nintendo Switch was placed on a nightstand. Even the sheets were from some comic convention that she had never heard of.

"These aren't mine," Adam insisted with flushed cheeks. "I'm just watching this stuff for a friend,"

Y/N hummed in response. "Have you done this before?"

"What?" He asked.

"You know, sex? If you're a virgin, it's totally fine. I just need to know," Y/N told him. A part of her wanted him to be a virgin. To mold him in her wants and needs.

"I've had sex twice. Both with girls from my robotics team in high school," he informed her.

"Do you have protection?"

"I have a 1995 holographic Charizard on my nightstand. We had a string of robberies at my university. He kept me safe ever since," he spoke proudly. He pointed to a card on the desk. The card was protected in a plastic sleeve.

"I.... I mean like a condom," she blushed. Y/N had to stifle a laugh.

"Oh, yeah. My friends gave me this huge box as a gag gift before I left,"

Adam grabbed a box from the nightstand. He showed it to her and opened the box. A condom was placed on the nightstand.

When instructed, Adam sat at the foot of the bed. They talked ground rules before starting. If he felt uncomfortable or wanted to stop to tell her, and they would stop immediately. Adam repeated the same back to her.

Y/N started to work on his belt buckle. He watched as her fingers came painfully close to him. She threw the belt over her shoulder. Before she worked off his jeans, she palmed him. He whimpered and leaned back on his hands to give her more space. His legs widened shamelessly.

Carefully, she lowered his zipper. His jeans and underwear were lowered. His cock sprung free from its confinement. She licked from the base to the tip. Pleasured noises fell from his lips. This was nothing like the robotics girls, he commented.

She repeated her actions a few more times. Each lick allowed her to revel in the noises he made for her and only her. When the teasing portion was done, she placed her hand at the base of him. Y/N took him down her throat.

He cursed as his light eyes watched him disappear in her mouth. The experienced woman knew how to make a man beg, and Adam was no different. With hollowed cheeks, she bobbed her head up and down on him. Every once in a while, her tongue would swirl around his tip.

When she felt comfortable enough to take him, Y/N grabbed one of his hands. His hand was placed on her head. Fingers gripped on to her locks. He stared at her in confusion. She balled his hand in a fist and had him control her movements. This sent Adam nearly over the edge.

His hips thrusted lightly once her head was forced down. She clenched her legs at the tingling feeling between her legs. The sweet, nerdy guy using her like this made her wetter than she imagined. When the need for him became to great, he grabbed his arm to stop him.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, thinking he did something wrong. "I never had that before, and I really liked it,"

"It's fine," she assured him. "Lay back,"

Adam slid back on the bed until he rested against the headboard. He laid down on his back. Y/N grabbed the condom from the nightstand. She ripped off the wrapper. With the condom now in her hands, she rolled it over him. He hissed once she rubbed her thumb over the tip.

Y/N straddled his waist. Adam removed her shirt and bra. His eyes widened as he stared at her breasts.

"You going to stare at them all day, or do you want to feel them?" She teased.

Adam touched them softly at first as if they would break. His thumbs swirled around her nipples. Y/N gasped at the feel. She brought her head back. Adam, feeling braver by the second, leaned up and took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the nub. A couple of times, he bit it gently.

"That was a surprise," she commented between moans. Her hands gripped his blonde locks. Adam turned his attention to her other bosom. The same treatment was given as the first one. Her eyes fluttered closed.

Unable to wait any longer, she removed her skirt and underwear. Now showing her full glory to him, she blushed at his gaze. His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. He had a crooked smile on his face. Adam complimented her in a way she hadn't been in a long time.

Y/N grabbed him and slid him between her folds. He moaned and whined under her. Without warning, she slowly impaled herself on him. Her walls stretched to accommodate him. When she was fully seated on him, she placed his hands on her waist.

Adam was able to pick up the rhythm quickly. Each time she went down, he brought his hips upward. Her hands placed on his chest to steady herself. The bed creaked under them. Any guilt she had of bedding a man she met hours ago washed away the moment he praised her.

Neither of them lasted long. Their orgasms washed over them at the same time. She waited to catch her breath before getting off of him.

"That.... that was amazing," he complimented. She blushed darkly and smiled. They continued to kiss and touch each other. Y/N never wanted the night to end.

After cleaning themselves up, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Y/N woke up startled. She looked around the room. A room that definitely wasn't hers. She looked at the man sleeping next to her. A soft snore left his body. At least he was still asleep so she could make a mad dash for her first class. On only a few hours of sleep, she was going to need a miracle to stay awake.

In speeds that could rival Sonic the Hedgehog, she dressed herself and rushed out the door. Y/N dodged her group chat about the mystery guy. They wouldn't believe that she went all the way without fully knowing someone. But she did have time to text Adam.

"Good morning! Sorry for running out the door. I have something planned today. Hope to see you soon,"

At her apartment, she made a mad dash to get ready for class. Her friends wouldn't let her live down, showing up to the first day of classes in yesterday's clothes. Y/N grabbed a banana and took off to school. By the time she made it to the school parking lot, there were only ten minutes to spare.

Once she walked into the classroom, the Dean stood at the front of the class. When class officially started, he started to make an announcement.

"Good morning, students. I hope you had a wonderful summer break. I have bad news and good news for you," the Dean announced.

Y/N's heart sank. This was never good. The Dean was going to cancel the class. She needed this class to graduate. They only offered the course during the fall term. As if he read the minds of all the students, he continued his announcement.

"Don't worry, the class won't be canceled. You will graduate. The old professor decided to retire early. We have hired a new man to teach you. Everyone please meet Professor Page,"

The door to the classroom opened. Her mouth dropped in horror as the man from last night walked in. She could feel her blood run cold. Her throat locked up so she couldn't breathe. A sudden dizzy spell made her want to hurl.

"Thank you, sir. You guys can just call me Adam," Adam announced to the class. His eyes scanned the room. When he saw Y/N, his eyes widened. He chuckled nervously yet quickly recovered. "Sorry, I was just not expecting such a huge class. I'm looking forward to working with these bright minds this semester,"

"Happy first day of senior year, Y/N," she told herself.

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the-burd-lord · 2 months ago

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Heavily inspired by @deafenedsaltwater 's concepts. Idk what was in that post, but it sparked me to make a whole heap of sketches and ideas. Dunno how far I'm gonna roll with this concept, but for now it's rollin kinda far.

Loads of info below:

Four is the math teacher with X as his TA. Four's one of those teachers that really knows the material, but because they know it so well he thinks it should be easy for anyone to get. So they're kinda harsh with the students if they get something wrong.

Whereas X gives more positive reinforcements for students, and isn't as harsh with them. X doesn't know as much of the material, and probably looks to the teacher's textbook if they're lost. One of those teachers who kinda learns with the class.

Airy is the school's nurse and teaches the Home E.C. class, and he's awful at both jobs. When he's not starting fires or teaching the course like it's some kind of wilderness survival camp, he's mainly works as the nurse.

As a nurse, he misdiagnoses things constantly if it's not an obvious injury, and uses a bunch of herbal remedies for the few things he does know how to help with. Mainly scrapes and stomach aches.

Two often times subs in for him when Airy has to take care of a sick student, who often times will fake being sick so they can get Two to teach the class.

MePhone teaches coding and AutoCAD as an extra circular, and probably typing for lower grades. I keep slappin' a bunch of classes onto 'im cause I remember taking so many throughout high and middle school.

He doesn't enjoy teaching coding or typing since he doesn't see them as creative as making actual models for things in AutoCAD, even though the other two can be used creatively. MePad's kinda left to teach those classes despite being a TA.

Also it's a very hands off class where he gives them the basics of how to use the program, and the rest of the class is leaving the students to make whatever thing fits the assignment.

He's the kind of teacher who's real in tune with internet culture and reality tv so he uses a bunch of modern slang phrases or casually gives hot takes on shows if he overhears the students talking about them. Everyone thinks it's cause he wants to be "hip with the kids" when in reality he just has brain rot.

Clock's the history teacher. He discusses each history point with the same tone and enthusiasm, and remembers the years and eras with pinpoint accuracy. Kinda put too much emphasis on the dates, and how long events lasted, over the content of those events.

He's the teacher you can get to go on a long side tangent about something unrelated to the material, but they'd always find a way to bring it back to history.

Idk I also think it'd also be funny if he co-taught an economics class with Four (thinking there'd be a lot of math involved) when it's really more so about theories.

Out of all the teachers, Four and Clock are the most knowledgeable and could probably teach college level courses if they wanted to.

Animatic is the PE teacher with too much energy and gives the harshest workouts but thinks they're easy. Mainly cause he does them alongside the students and always has energy after to run laps around the school. Two would have probably told them to tone it down.

Speaking of-

Two is the health counselor and sub for Home Econ., but also has a bunch of unofficial jobs. They're the unofficial vice principal mainly cause the rest of the speaker boxes are kinda incompetent at their job, and they have to mediate not only students but teachers too (mainly Four and Animatic). As well as sub in for Airy, or even act as a supervisor, when need be.

Some other ones I haven't drawn yet are Daddy Long Legs as the music teacher, Popcorn as the theater teacher, and Hourglass as the English/Literature teacher.

The speaker boxes are the principle/VP/admin. They all kinda interchange with each other, considering how similar they all are also cause they switch out a lot in the original show.

Dunno who the science or art teacher would be, cause I'm mainly going after object shows I've seen. Honestly I may just swap some roles around.

Mainly doing this as a thing for funsies, but boy howdy is it a rapidly rolling snowball.

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musclemanveryregular · 3 months ago

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[ID: in the image on the left is Margaret, an anthropomorphic "Robin" (clearly based on a cardinal actually tho), and on the right is Pops, a very ripped man with a perfectly circular giant head. Wearing a top hat. /end ID]

Some more information below:

Margaret:

-mordecais love interest for much of the show.

-very smart.

-the daughter of a news reporter who goes into the news herself.

-by moving away to college to follow this career path.

-margaret always gets the MarGETS the bad guys.

-once saved the entire concept of news by defeating an android reporter lady from the future.

-in her species typically the males are the red ones so she's trans

[ID: two cardinals. The one on the left is gray with some brown highlights and the one on the right is red and looks a lot like the type of bird margaret is. /end ID]

My thoughts on getting high with Margaret: hell yeah hell yeah, she's cute, she's single, and she's fun. But seriously I feel like she'd be pretty chill to get along with and I'd love to pick her brain about her job.

What i think her tolerance level is? Probably a solid 2.5/5. She's definitely not getting high super often but she does the occasional party and when she's hanging out with Rigby and Eileen on the weekends like every other weekend.

Pops:

-confuses lollipops for money.

-has psychic powers.

-kinda gay.

-very happy very go-lucky.

-stern when needs to be but very rarely finds himself needing to be.

-technically ranks over benson but doesn't pull rank often.

-easily scared.

My thoughts on getting high with Pops: tbh i don't think id like it so much, he'd easily get scared and I dont want the rest of the park mad at me when he freaks out because we watched a movie with a slight amount of high pace in it.

His tolerance level is probably a .5/5. He will partake at the occasional party with his friends but outside of that good luck even trying to get him to smoke.

#regular show #Margaret regular show #pops regular show #weed #poll #food

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littlemissstel · 20 days ago

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Jukebox Sweetheart- Shiu Kong

Reader is a go-go dancer, swearing, violence, blood, no use of (Y/n), names include; sweetheart, doll, lady. mentions of alcohol and drugs. Reader is confident and bold. not proofread.

heart divider from @bernardsbendystraws cyber divider from @saradika-graphics

The piercing strobe lights did nothing to alleviate the oncoming headache Shiu felt. He sat in a circular booth, Toji and Sukuna by his side as they listened to the club manager's- Hudson- incessant monologue of excuses. The last few months had been prosperous ones for their chain of nightclubs which littered the city. All except one, which had brought an influx of police reports, violence, and drug related incidences, posing a threat to the exclusive status they sought to maintain.

The substances and business that came with this type of nightlife was no secret. It was unavoidable and truthfully the trio could not care less; there were only a few rules: don't get caught, don't create trouble, and pay what you owe.

Clearly there must have been some miscommunication along the way.

By looking around there were no obvious reasons for the lack of income. The club was full to the brim, constant movements of the crowd imitated rouge waves and LED panels that ran in strips from ceiling to floor eliminated any attempt at modesty. The room had merged into one neon blur and Shiu found himself counting down the seconds until he could leave.

Though, there was something that had caught his eye among the chaos. Someone.

You were stood on a heightened platform by the DJ wearing a skimpy excuse of an outfit that would no doubt get you arrested for public indecency anywhere else. Your hips moved in provocative rehearsed movements, matching the beat of whatever obscene song was playing and though the sparkling red tassels of your top and skirt made you the embodiment of an encrusted necklace in the catching light, Shius' eyes could not be moved from yours. He was enamored.

What was it? He didn't know and he didn't mind to find out. It was like you were his own private show as the crowd continued, too engrossed in their own ecstasy. How he reveled in it.

"Gentlemen, please understand-"

"We've heard enough of your bullshit, Hudson so don't give us another reason to get rid of you" Toji seethes, as his hand makes hard contact with the table, leaning in dangerously close.

This was the reason Shiu was here. The mediator. The voice of reason between the two hot-heads. But today he needed a break.

"I suggest you understand were the money for the last two months profit went before-"

"I'm getting more drinks" Shiu announces dismissively and Hudson perks up, seeing this as a chance to diffuse the tension. He silently thanks the stars before bursting out,

"No, please! Let one of my girls do that for you-"

"I'll be fine."

"I insist-"

"No."

And with that, he left, impartial to Hudson's badly disguised plea.

You had never felt so high- well, you had probably never been so high either considering the amount of swirling smoke that lingered in the air- but that was besides the point. Tonight you felt alive. You didn't need this job. With your father being a successful business man and overall coming from a stable background of money you never had to worry about keeping the lights on. You had the best nanny, were sent to the best nursery, primary school, college and now university where you weren't going to leave drowning in debt. Your life was one everyone else dreamed of, never experiencing the materialistic lows...never experiencing the familial highs- not going as far to say you have daddy issues, no, but you had never been particularly close with either of your parents and left school with only superficial relationships.

Maybe that was why you found yourself in these situations. Flirting but never dating, changing personalities depending on who you met, just doing enough to have someone take interest in you was all you ever needed to feel the adrenaline surge through your veins. The attention made you happy and now you were getting all of it.

Getting all of it from him.

Throughout your set you kept your eyes trained on him. A faceless silhouette of a man who seemed ever so intrigued. It wasn't the first time a client paid increased interest in you -that was how you bought the £2000 fur coat you came here in- but it was the first time you paid any interest back, his face becoming visible as he stood up, disappearing into the unidentifiable crowd. Which is why you made your way down from the platform without a second thought.

Hudson would probably scold you later for it but that didn't matter. Supposedly he was in a meeting for the majority of the night anyway, so if none of the other girls let it slip then he wouldn't have to know in the first place.

Waltzing through the room in character you frantically scoped for the man like a predator to its prey until you spotted him- sat on a stool at the bar.

Now what? From the watch on his right hand and his suit you could tell he had money, or at least was good at pretending he did but- who wore a suit to a nightclub? Maybe he was an unfortunate salary man down on his luck but with such a strict dress code, what were the chances of him being let in? Was he here to make a deal with Hudson? You prayed it wasn't the latter, if you messed this up there would be no amount of pleading that could stop you from being fired and as much as you didn't need this job, you loved it. There's no use turning back now. You've already left your post so you might as well have a good reason for it.

Walking up from behind him you dragged your hand across the back of his shoulders as you sat, allowing the tips of your pink patterned nails to press through his blazer into his skin.

"You've been watching me." You say, eyes fluttering in a sultry gaze.

Good God was he handsome. His dark hair was kept short, combed intentionally to the side. He looked up at you with fox-like eyes, you couldn't decided whether they were dark green or light brown but it didn't take much effort to be captivated by them and the charming smile he graced you with.

"I could say the same to you."

You feign a giggle, inching your hand to take the drink in his before continuing,

"You're quite the sight, not everyday a man in a suit comes into a place like this."

He chuckles.

"Sorry for not matching your attire sweetheart, but I'm here for business."

"Good to know."

You knew better than to ask what kind. You smile up at him, eyes staring into his as you take a swing of his drink- the once scorching burn now a mere tingle down your throat.

"Drinking on the job?" he raises an eyebrow at you

"I'm not, I'm entertaining a customer."

"By drinking the customers drink?"

"He didn't have anything to say when i took it, so yes. Unless my generous customer would like to buy me a drink instead?"

Shiu laughs at your boldness. You certainly matched your appearance and if it weren't for the fact he had been drinking, he worried the slight pink flush on his face would give away your salacious affect on him.

"And what will the lady have?" He asks showing the bartender his card.

"whatever this was, please" you say gesturing to the cup.

"How polite"

"I thought i was a lady"

"A lady who i don't yet know the name of"

"That's okay, I think i prefer the ones you've given me so far"

The night progressed with flirty exchanges, the two of you sharing basic information about yourselves until you knew where he grew up- Korea- and he knew about your university life. It was the first time in a while you felt someone had paid genuine interest in you, asking thoughtful questions about the topic and picking up on minor details. If you weren't careful you could easily tell him your life story as you began to unintentionally let your guard down, prior thoughts of rinsing him of his money slipping away from your mind in the midst of your newly found amity. He had remained respectful during your encounter, keeping a fair distance, eyes not wondering once.

It wasn't until the familiar buzzing sound that signaled your next act blared through the speaker had you realised just how long you had spent together.

"Oh shit...Unfortunately I have to leave you, it's my turn back on the platform" you smile tepidly.

"That's a shame, Doll. I enjoyed your company", His deep voice begins as he stands up. So he was tall too? It all seemed too good to be true. "Am I still not allowed to know your name?"

"I don't know yours" you step forward.

"Shiu."

You take another step, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders and keep balance as you stood on your toes, pressing a soft, prolonged kiss on his defined cheek.

oh bold you were.

"Thank you for the drinks, Shiu"

You turned around, walking off without a second glance.

Shiu stood there, watching as you disappeared out of view with a face of disbelief. Should he of felt used? Maybe, but he couldn't help but want more. Now he had a taste of you he couldn't feel satisfied with just a view from a booth. He wanted to know more. He wanted to ask more. More...more...His head filled with inquisitive ruminations. He wondered if he should've asked for a number, though he could find that through records just like your name, he wanted it to be you who told him.

Wandering back to the booth he was greeted with empty seats, the first major warning sign. He let out a deep sigh, already knowing where the rest of the night was heading.

The music died down as he made it to the back of the building, soon being replaced with a series of grunts and the cracking of knuckles. He opened the door to find blood splattered on the concrete floor, acting as a red carpet to his arrival.

Sukuna sat ontop of Hudson landing blow after blow to his face while Toji sat on top of an empty shipping crate watching intently with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His knuckles where red indicating he was simply taking a break before he decided to join Sukuna again in their little spontaneous activity.

"Where the hell have you been?!" The aforementioned man yells out passing the two men on the floor with a look that could kill.

"I got busy with something. Last time i remembered killing someone was not in our plans for tonight"

"Don't try and tell me about 'our plans for tonight' when you pissed off to fuck knows where, Shiu"

"All I'm saying is we are going to have to cover this up and find a replacement before tomorrow-"

"That's your problem to worry about now, don't you think?", Sukuna pauses his actions to speak, "Compensation for slacking off today. We were the ones who put in the hard work of finding out where the money went after all."

Shiu shakes his head in deep irritation before letting out a sound of agreement. He knew what would happen if he left them alone, this was the price to pay.

It looks like you're getting a new boss.

I had a politics test which stressed me tf out but thank god for the half-term. I should be able to write frequently with the extra time

Also thank you to the people who reblog!! I see and appreciate you deeply <33

Tell me what you think and please feel free to leave any requests/ ideas, my inbox is open x

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triplexdoublex · 8 months ago

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Blowjob Week

Pairings: Jaden x Reader

Warnings/ tags: brief mention of period, blowjobs ,loooots of spit , praise, dirty talk, being walked in on , drunk roommate, gagging

A/N: I’m not even sure if people still do the sock on the door handle thing anymore to let their college roomie know to go away cuz sexual activity in taking place. But wanted to make sure yall got the reference.

You and Jaden are cuddling on the small sofa in his dorm room watching a romantic movie. His roommate is out for the night, the sock already on the door handle �� juussst in case. Your head rests on his bare ink adorned chest, your body on top of his, your fingertips enjoying the texture of his buzzed pale pink hair. When things in the movie start heat up, so does Jaden— you can feel his grey sweatpants trying to tent underneath you.

“Jaden, are you really getting hard over this scene? It’s not even that explicit,” you tease.

“It’s not the scene itself that’s doing it, it’s me picturing myself doing that with you, but I know you’re on your period this week.”

“Baby, you know that just means it’s blow job week. I always take care of you.” You smirk getting off of him and kneeling in front of the couch.

“Darling, you don’t have to,” Jaden shifts his position on the couch to sit upright, and you instantly grip they waistband of his sweats. “That’s— That’s not why I said that .. just so you could —“

“I want to—-now lift,” you instruct.

“If you insist,” Jaden obliges with a smile, lifting his cute little ass up momentarily so you can pull his pants and boxers down. His hard dick springs free, audibly smacking against his abdomen.

The second his cock is fully housed in your warm wet mouth, he’s already making little whimpers. You love how receptive, appreciative, and vocal he is any time the two of you do anything sexual.

With your lips wrapped tightly around him you begin bobbing your head up and down the length of his shaft, paying extra attention to his sensitive bell shaped tip.

“Mmmm baby—Fuck! You always suck me so good,” he praises you, his voice soft and sensual as he looks down, sweeping your hair to one side. With your hair now out of the way you turn your head slightly to look up at him, causing his dick to prod against your cheek. “God, you look so pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth like that,” he rubs his hand in a circular motion over your bulging cheek and gives it a few firm, but gentle taps.

Turning your head back to its original orientation, you take him deep, letting him slip fully down your throat, and back up, over and over again. With spit pooling in the corners of your mouth, you pull off him for a breather, your hand replacing your mouth. You look up at him and smile, the perimeter of your mouth dripping with saliva.

“Mmmh so fucking hott!” He brings his hand to your mouth, smearing the wetness all over before shoving two fingers in your mouth. “Suck,” he demands.” You do what you’re told, sucking on his fingers while you continue to work his cock with your hand. “Yeahh, good girl,” Jaden praises, slipping his saliva soaked fingers out of your mouth. “Now get back to sucking my dick,” Again you obey, lowering your head to his cock. Before you take him in your mouth, you suck on the insides of your cheeks, working up extra saliva. You let it spill from your lips down to his tip, and watch as it cascades over the head and down his shaft. “Oh, fuck yeah—spit on it! I fucking love that shit, the messier the better.”

You spit on it one more time before you finally wrap your lips around him and continue to suck him off. Suddenly the door to the dorm room flies open and his intoxicated roommate stumbles in.

“The fuck bro?!” Jaden shouts at him. “I know you saw the sock, don’t play like you didn’t!”

“She broke up with me….went to bar..,need to lay down,” his roommate says between gags.

“I don’t give a shit, go lay down in the hall until we’re done for all I care!” Jaden responds. “And take the trash can with you.”

His roommate stumbles back into the hallway with the small kitchen trash in hand and closes the door.

“I can’t believe you continued to suck me through all that, baby!” Jaden exclaims. “You’re so fucking dirty, and I love it!”

“Anything for you baby,” you pause to say, then quickly return to giving him head: up and down slurp after slurp until he says those three little words.

“I’m gonna cum”

His cock pulsates in your mouth, as his warm cum forcefully hits the back of your throat. A shiver goes through Jaden as you pull off him “whew, shit— that was good” he laughs.

“Thanks,” you smile, cracking a laugh while standing back up. “I try my best.” You give him a kiss. You love how he’s comfortable enough with himself to kiss you after he just came in your mouth. “Sooo should we check on your roommate now?”

“Oh shit I almost forgot!” He goes to the door and pulls it open, his roommate spilling into the dorm on his back . He must have been sitting against the door.

“That s-ssounded like it was good,” his roommate slurs, still on the floor looking up at Jaden.

“It was, now get up off the floor and get in bed, dumass.”

#jaden hossler smut #jaden hossler x reader #jaden hossler #jxdn x reader #jxdn smut #jxdn

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tparker48 · 9 months ago

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Finding a job is hard nowadays with the lack of experience. Everywhere you turn for work its easy for others to deny your applications at a first glance. At least, that's what it was like for Adam. He went from job to job to find a position for himself, showing much of his skills he gained from college, but they always denied his claims, due to being the size of a munchkin.

He closed himself off from his social activities, scouring the web for leads to assist in his effort. One day, he found a job that was willing to take him up, but first, he had to pass their interview with their representative. This was his chance to prove himself, and he was going to ensure it was perfect.

Getting up early, he made breakfast for the house, before taking to his study. The silence was deafening as the sunrise peered into his window, the morning birds chirping in the distance. He circled the phone slowly, awaiting for its tune to ring.

"Okay, let's go over this again." he cleared his throat. "Hello! My name is adam, I'm your next employee for the job. Ugh no that's too brash. Howdy, I'm here for your job position! No that's not it either. How about-"

"Snack!" a voice boomed from through the room, startling the small man. He turned toward his sliding door, fingers curling on the side of the frame as they yanked the door to the side, a broad figure stepped inside.

He placed a hand at his hips, scorning them. "First, stop calling me snack. Second, how many times have we talked about this? No barging into my study unannounced!"

"Yeah I know, but its an emergency!"

"What? What's the emergency?"

"It's tragic, simply tragic.." He slid the door wider, a plate held in his other hand. "The eggs are getting low in the kitchen. Could you make some more?"

Sometimes he can't help but think his stomach is a bottomless pit. "You ate through the eggs already, that was a whole carton, Dunkin."

"Come on you know me, buddy. It's gotta be a lot more than a pan to fill this gut." He slapped at his belly." He spooned the rest of the fluffy eggs into his mouth, stirring the fork around a piece of bacon. "Just a few more eggys, And I promise that'll be it."

"Not now. I have an interview remember?"

"Oh? Ooh that's right, your call thing." He groaned as he groaned as he nibbled at the strip of bacon. "Nah, fine. You don't have to do the eggs. But then you have to do tummy time."

"Tummy time? Bud, its going to take longer before-"

"Tummy Time! Tummy Tummy!" Dunkin roared as he held his gut, hopping around Adam as it plonked im his grasp. "Come on, it's been a while since we got the chance to do it. It'll get the stress off your mind."

"I don't know how long it'll be. I have to-" his friends' round gut wobbled into view, the tufts of hair swaying like blades of grass.

"Pleaase? You don't want to make the mood sad?"

"Pft, you mean for you or the tummy?"

"Mmm..both?" He beamed shyly, tossing his belly in a circular motion across his head.

Adam tried to his best to hold back a smile, looking to his bookshelf to distract himself from his friend's pestering. But despite his lounderimg around, his puppy gaze was too much too ignore, holding his stomach like a hound with a new bone. His gut spilled his cheek, Dunkin's innocent smile peering over is edge like a sunset.

"So..Tummy time." Dunkin said starry eyed.

The stomach groaned in his ear, rumbling at his body. If he didn't know any better, it's learning a thing or two from him. He cracked a smile a smile, throwing a soft punch into the barreled gut. "Fine, Tummy Time. If you just give me-" arms wrapped around his form like a net, sending his chair in a spin as he was lofted in the air.

"Oh I knew you'd come around, little buddy! Its gonna be so great!"

"An hour.." He garbled, slinking from beneath the massive arm. He paw at the sides of the big guy's body, his palms sinking into his muscle as he escorted him to the door "Now, why don't go watch some TV, While I work on my stuff."

"You got it! Tummy time, here we come-!" He closed the door, shuffling back into his seat.

"Finally a chance to get some quiet. Now where was was I?..oh yeah."

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Time slowed as Adam practiced pick up lines for his talents, writing them down in his notes to use as reference. Every structure, Ever word had was set to perfection. And yet, he couldn't help but feel unsettled.

He looked to the phone sitting at its charging post. The amount of time he spent practicing, and still no ring. The clock next him ticked as its arms reached towards noon. They should've called by now, what could be taking them so long? Did he miss it? Did they reschedule?

His mind filled with possibilities, spiraling around his head as if it were a merry go round. He tugged at the curls of his hair abstently, tangling its ends along his finger as his vision tunneled to the phone's call sign.

A knock came from the door, it's force snapping him out of his tranced state.

"Adam!" Dunkin' sung from behind the door, "It's tummy time!"

Already? He didn't think it'd go that fast. He stumbled to his feet, waddling toward the door as fingers curled along the door frame. It slid back an inch, before he jammed his foot in its path.

"I..I'm not ready just yet Dunkin."

"What? But you said an hour. And I've been waiting patiently!" The wood along the dor creaked, pressure increasing upon his foot as it slid back.

He place a hand against the wall behind him. "I..still need to be hers when the interviewer call-"

Another set of finger pushed below, sliding the rest of its arm as the gap widened. Adam gritted his teeth, his his whole weight to slow it down. But his foot slid to far, the rest of his body following as he toppled onto one of his chairs in the corner.

The door swung open, Dunkin filled the door. "Caught ya slipping."

Adam paused as he looked at his towering friend. Looking to the phone, he hopped toward his desk as he grabbed from its charging station, and a door connecting to the next room. He barely jiggled the handle before a palm clasped at his shirt, yanking him into Dunkin's arms.

"You can't just go and extend tummy time. Its a sacred tradition." Dunkin yearned, hoisting Adam upon his shoulder.

Adam fanned his arms into his friend back, hoping to deter him from continuing. Its impact softened against his muscle, its force softening before the rest of his palm connected.

"Heh, good try. But you and I both know that wom't work."

"Dunkin please, I need to be in a stable place for this call."

"And I need you take a load off."

Adam's gaze tilted as he faced the hallway, a bumpy surface caressing his back as the ceiling grew bigger. The fireplace came to view as furniture rested against the wall. Before long, he was pitched off from Dunkin shoulder as he plummeted in front of of him, landing on the soft cushion of his couch.

He paddled to get up, but wheezed as Dunkin sat on his legs. "Oh no you don't, you're not running off just yet." He said. "And just so there are no distraction.."

He leaned his weight into Adam, his armpit planting atop his head. It stuck to him like a face mask, unleashing a rip odor as if it were smelling salt. He fanned his arms as Dunkin's slid into his, wrapping around his arm holding the device. He clenched his finger as they grabbed the edge of the phone, but he didn't have the strength to hold it, as slid free from his hand, and into dunkin.

His armpit peeled away, before his rear stamped at his torso. "The phone!"

Dunkin giggled to himself, wiggling the phone in his hand as if it were a treat. "You want the phone so badly. You're going his pay the toll." He lifted the phone higher, tucking it into his belly button. "With belly rubs."

"What? No, Dunkin-"

"Bup-bup! No Dunkin about." He said with a soft smile. "Only tummy time."

Adam reached over the ridge of his belly, pawing into the soft muscle in efforts to retrieve the phone onto the couch. "Come on..come on."

Dunkin merely smiled at his little friend's efforts, kicking a foot upon his lap. "The more you continue to fight it, little buddy, the more the phone's going to be out of reach."

He can't be serious, adam thought to himself, reaching higher as hid arms repelled against his pudgy gut. within that moment, his limbs slumped to the sides. "Fine, I do you rubs."

Dunkin peered an eye, his smile growing wider. "I knew you'd see it my way, little buddy." he slid off the edge of the couch, planting his back along his legs. "don't keep my belly waiting now."

Adam groaned, reaching his palms over the ridge of the warm, soft stomach. he pressed his fingertips into the corners of the soft flesh, a soft gurgle escaping from within as he massaged over it. It was as if they were purring, Dunkin's soft grunts following as he crossed he crossed his arms behind his head. he looked toward the clock along the top shelf of the living room, looking at his phone that swayed over the way of fluffy muscle. He fumbled weakly at its stem, hoping to knock it out of place form its position, but it was yanked away as Dunkin took in a satisfied breath.

silence dwindled as the moment ticked by, Adam kneading into Dunkin as he stared at his phone. not a moment later, he finally called it. "Alright, there you got your rubs." he removed his palms from his stomach, reaching a hand higher to the edge of his torso. "now if you can just-"

Dunkin inhaled, rolling his stomach away. " What? But that was barely a rub. you can't cut it off that early."

Adam wiggled weakly beneath him, rolling his waist into the gaps between the cushions. but he only manage to wiggle Dunkin's body, before his grew tired.

vibration rattled into his body, the phone dark screen lighting up.

"The interviewer!" Adam shoved at his friend's stomach, bucking his torso to reach from the device. but its soft flesh knocked into his chin, as Dunking got to his feet.

"No! You need to finish my rubs." He ran behind the table. Adam followed behind as the two circled around. He ran toward the hallway, his little friend following as their feet boomed to the next room.

"Give me the phone!" Adam lunged to his shorts, gripping to the waistband to slow them down. but his weight couldn't cause friction, before was lofted to the air, flailing in the wind like a pair of laundry in a storm.

Dunkin zoomed through the other room and back toward the living room. Spiraling and rolling to shake off the baggage along his shorts. Adam's stomach twisted, the inertia jumbling him about before gravity stood still. He saw the man's legs tense up, lunging past a marble table as he looked at his own reflection. the meaty feet slammed onto the carpet below him, and he was swung between Dunkin's thighs and onto the couch.

He and his friend met each other's gaze. Turning himself upright, he took a step from the couch, but stopped when Dunkin raised the phone in his hand.

"Not so fast." He said, holding the phone over his mouth. "Not one step closer, or I'll swallow the phone."

"What? Don't be daft, you can't do that."

"Oh yeah?" He cocked a brow, his tongue extending from his mouth, It lathered its slimy tip around the ringing phone, Adam's heart twisting as the appendage wrapped around it like a vine. he dragged the phone into his mouth, the contours of the phone bulging from the side of his cheek. "How about now?"

He's not bluffing. "O..okay, buddy..there's no need to be so hasty. We can talk about this later, but first I need that phone."

"So you can go back into your room and be stressed? No thank you." Dunkin replied, maneuvering past the table. "I don't think you understand the importance of Tummy time. Allow me to remind you of our timely bond. You see, when two best buds share a bond of tummy rubs, it's sacred and-"

"Damn it buddy, I don't have time for this." He threw a blanket toward his face, lunging upon his shoulders.

"Hey! I was explaining something here!!" Dunkin swayed his body around.

"The call's almost up! I can't miss it!"

He clinged to the collar of his shirt, Dunkin bouncing from wall to wall to shake him off. He pawed at his puffy lips to free his entombed device, but his jaws were too tight move without being drench in his saliva. Their tussle for control lasted seconds, before Dunkin stumbled toward the couch.

"You asked for it." He planted his feet, leaning into a trust fall onto the couch.

Adam wheezed as he was sandwiched between them, Dunkin thick head, pinning him down like an upside turtle. "Dunkin I don't have time for this!"

"Fine, fine." Dunkin replied, the bulge in his cheek rotating softening before his lips parted. his drenched phone peeked from his jaws, risen by his tongue. "Hea..tak eet."

Adam looked at the call sign, the interviewer's number flashing upon it. "Finally, Hopefully they won't too-" the phone lowered from his grasp, plunging into Dunkin's jaws as they clicked shut. "What the-?"

"Haha, too slow." Dunkin said, opening his mouth again.

Adam tried again to retrieve his phone, but the fleshy tongue managed to slip through before it vanished behind his pearly white molars. After another attempt to grab the phone, He gripped at Dunkin's nostrils, forcing his gaze toward him.

"Listen here, I have to that phone before-" A belch erupted from the depth of Dunkin's belly, the tainted scent of eggs and bacon filling his mouth before it reaped into his nostrils. "Ugh! come on man!"

"Now you did it, you made my stomach upset. Well I suppose that's what you-" a foot stamped at the center of his stomach, cutting him off as he jerked to its impact.

Gulp.

The sound pierced Adam soul, looking to Dunkin neck as the muffled ringtone of the device vanished down his thick throat. He took to his mouth, forcing it open to the inside. The empty cavern was all that remained, the back of the throat winking as it worked the phone into his stomach.

"You swallowed the phone!"

Dunkin stood up, vibrations rumbling from his stomach. "oh..crap, that wasn't supposed to happen."

"Spit it out! i need to answer it!"

"spit it out, I can't just cough thing's up on demand, my tummy has a mind of it's own." He said, his stomach growling. "You said it belly. the only way you're gonna get that call is if you go inside and get it."

Adam's eye twitched, his gaze shooting to the rounded belly of his best friend. Stewing in there was his phone, surrounded by who knows what and more. If that phone gets damaged, he'll not only lose his chance at a new job, but his data along with it.

Don't worry though, I can always fetch it later-" a palm jammed into his mouth, another hand forcing it wide as Adam climbed onto his shoulder.

A soft wince escaped from him, before he leaped into the damp cavern. Flesh hugged everywhere at his body, tightening like vice as it guided him down his friend's food pipe. he wormed himself toward the end of the throat, smearing passed chunks of eggs caught in its folds as he curled into his stomach.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!" He tossed around the clumps of his friend's breakfast, pressing into the tight abdominal walls. a more complex object pushed into his thighs, spiraling around as he reached toward it. It floundered through the darkness, sliding around his finger tips before the dimmed green screen illuminated a patch of the stomach.out from the outside.

"Hello?" Adam said, wiping the juices from the speaker.

"Yes, Im callimg to speak witha man named Adam."

"This is he, I've been expecting your call."

"I see. Well we're calling to explore your potential career at our company. If you don't mind venturing through our questionare, we can.."

they speech trailed off as the howls of the stomach boomed around Adam, a pound echoing from above him. "Bud?..Is everything good in there?"

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time to call?"

He kicked at the side of the stomach wall, a grunt shaking the walls before he curled into a ball. "No, not at all. Just..took a bit of time travel is all."

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The seconds ticked by as Adam chatted with the interviewer, listing many of his qualifications that may help with the position. Waves of stomach juices splashed as Dunkin walked traversed through the house, carrying the added weight inside his gut as he sat upon the couch. he placed an ear to his stomach to listen the conversation inside, his friend's words garbled as the wall of flesh softened them. he tempted to lean closer, but a nudge deterred him as he lifted his head away, fiddling with his thumbs to pass the time.

After a few more minutes, activity began to stir as his stomach wobbled.

"Really ?! You really mean it?! Thank you, thank you so much!" He heard his little friend muffle.

Silence filled the room, his stomach becoming motionless as its gurgles sung its tune. Dunkin returned his ear toward his gut, listening to its distant sloshes like a sea shell. "Buddy...how'd it go?"

"I got it.." His voice muffled. "I got the position!" His stomach thrashed about, his muffled cheers outshining his guts tunes.

"Ay, I'm glad to hear you managed to get it little buddy, I knew you could do it." He smiled at his stomach, but grew sheepish as he scratched at his head. "I uh..sorry for swallowing your phone. I went a little too far when it came to tummy time. you just seemed stressed about the job I wanted to-"

A soft impress met the side of his stomach, the contours of handprints wrapping as if to hug it. "Water under the bridge bud. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up." Adam said.

Dunkin choked at his words, drawing asoft smile as he cradled his gut into himself. "Good."

"but I didn't expect to let tummy time get this far."

"I'll say, didn't think you'd just hop inside my mouth like that." he patted his stomach.

"Yeah well, I didn't expect it either. Besides I don't think my insurance covers stomach juices." He pushed at the elastic wall of the stomach, Dunkin holding it in his grasp.

"Speaking of stomach, I'm not exactly sure how long I can keep you down there." He heaved at his stomach, small belches escaping as the weight of his friend jostled at the valve. "It'll be a while before I can cough you up."

"I see."

"But you know..if your up for it, we could finish..tummy time?"

"Thinking of tummy rubs at a time like this?"

He fiddled at his fingers. "W..well..I mean since we have time-"

He was cut off when pressure met the side of his stomach, the bulging handprints creating soft hills.

"Of course I can't leave my best bud hanging. Even after your efforts to cheer me up." Adam continued his rubs, adding his feet into the mix as his stomach wobbled like a hatched egg.

Dunkin shuddered at the sensation, his legs becoming queasy as the slick strokes rubbed around his body. he sat along sofa, nuzzling into his belly. "Now you really are a snack."

"It's not too late to give you a stomach ache, Dunkin."

"Hehe, you can try."

#Gentle #accident #oral vore #size difference

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askroahmmythril · 4 months ago

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Development of the RMN Series

A recent ask got me thinking about how I developed my set of Robot Masters over the years, which ones were made earliest, which ones came later, design elements that changed over time, etc. So figured I could compile some of that here.

High School Era

The earliest one I made was Vegas Man. I've always had a bit of a fascination with playing cards, so I wanted to theme a Robot Master around that sort of idea, I definitely wanted to make card suits part of his design (I don't think I'd seen RM&B by that point, so I was unfamiliar with Magic Man). His design changed a bit over time, gaining some slight western theming, as well as a change to his weapon, the Casino Shield. The earliest version was an actual physical circular shield he wore on one arm, designed to look like a roulette wheel.

Next up was Bow Man. I think I was somewhat inspired by RMs like Knight Man and Yamato Man that were equipped with solid "real" weapons. Sword Man might have been on the list by that point as well, come to think of it. I figured an archer robot could fit right in. My mind immediately went to Robin Hood as a design base, an overall medieval look. It took some time to come up with a design that carried that feel but looked "robot armor" enough, but I'm fairly pleased with the current iteration.

Third in order was a very early version of Glass Man. I had the overall design elements, and solid idea of how I wanted his weapon, the Shatter Shard, to work. Earlier versions were more solidly based on more colorful stained glass, but I could never really come up with a solid design that I liked, they all just came out looking too complicated or just an overall shape I didn't like. As such, design for him kind of sat on the bench for awhile.

Fourth was Met Man. This one seemed like an obvious design to go for, as I always liked the Met / Metool / Metall enemies from the series, a longtime favorite. His design is probably the overall least changed from conception to current iteration. Earlier designs had the usual line and + mark on his shoulder pad "helmets" as well. The artist who drew the usual reference art I show for my RMs, Alex, drew him without those markings on the shoulders, and honestly I think that looks better, less cluttered. (I know I just recently posted his art of my RMs, but I put it up above at the start of this post for easy reference, and hey, I love the art and was honored to receive it, so I like showing it off, haha) I think the biggest change Met Man got was getting armed with a pickaxe, a design that came about when I started getting into the MMBN series and wanted to get a bit of Mettaur virus design in there.

College Era

While at Full Sail, my habit of doodling in the margins of my notes continued, and along the way, more custom RMs were born.

Fifth up and starting this period was Devil Man. I wanted a fiery volcano stage, but wanted to go with a less standard fire based idea. I had the idea of an RM using a grappling hook to get around the dangerous volcanic tunnels, and that idea ended up taking the form of a sharp, pointed devil-style tail. I didn't really have a solid personality in mind for him, though the actual visual design came along fairly quickly. Alex again gave me something that I adopted as canon for this RM, in his drawing of Devil Man, he was depicted "throwing the horns," so now I imagine him to be a major metalhead, headbanging on the job as he listens to his favorite heavy metal music.

Sixth in line was Origami Man. Origami is an art form I always liked, my mum had a lot of books on the subject, with step by step instructions for various creations. I knew I wanted to do something with that. The overall design gave me trouble, figuring out something that truly looked like origami armor. The pallet was something else that gave me trouble, but in the end, I opted for a softer pastel pallet, largely for some visual contrast from other RMs I had, a good number of which were already on the warmer side of colors.

This was also the period of time where I largely had Vegas Man's finalized design pretty much down, as well as the redesign of his weapon.

YouTube Era

For lack of a better term of time frame, I didn't really think too much about my custom RMs for awhile after Full Sail, until I had started making videos on YouTube and hanging out with various friends. One conversation with a group of people I used to hang out with involved the idea for a Mega Man fangame, and so, we set to designing RMs. While I did think of my older designs, I also decided "why not try making some new ones?"

Seventh on the list was Fruit Man. Our overall designs for the RMs for this game were more on the silly side, so I decided to go wild with his design, making him a mascot character for an orchard, and thus fully theming him on various colorful fruits. In keeping with the sillier ideas, I made his weapon a pun, the Pineapple Grenade.

The eighth and final design was Disco Man, or as he was originally dubbed, Groove Man. His original design was a bit less solidly themed on one genre of music, instead he was sort of build like an entertainment system featuring tape decks, a CD slot, speakers, etc. I was playing around with visual designs for the head, and the one I ended up liking most had a sort of disco ball afro design. Thus, he started leaning more toward a Disco design, with the disco ball motif migrating to his shoulders, the mixtape taking over his chest, chill shades, platform boots, and a more refined afro design. What can I say, I'm a sucker for disco aesthetic (bring back Miror B. you cowards).

This was also around the time I finally came up with a solid visual design that I liked for Glass Man, and thus, the family was complete.

The Mystery 9th Robot Master...

Technically speaking, back in the High School era, I did have one more RM I had been working on. In true order, he was the fifth design I was working on. His name was Quartz Man. He was going to be a time based RM, armed (literally) with a wristwatch device that gave him time control abilities. However, it was a case where a) I couldn't come up with a visual design I liked enough, and b) I couldn't really think of a solid way to give him time powers that felt unique enough. I think about the only solid part of his design aside from the watch was I think I wanted him to have glasses, I felt it would give him a sharper, more "intelligent" look. I think I had it in mind that he was sort of a strategist type, using his time powers in clever ways to gain the advantage. (EDIT : One further detail I remembered was his color pallet, I wanted him to have at least some sort of bright teal-ish green in reference to the "glow" function of digital watches.)

And so, that basically wraps up the ol' design process I went through over time for the RMN series. Hope you enjoyed this bit of personal history.

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pinkjanu · 1 year ago

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A short Akaashi Keiji fanfic!

Professor!Akaashi x Studentfem!reader

Warning⚠️: Professor x student, f*ngering, d*ck grinding, swear words, light smut.

third person POV:

The trees' leaves were fluttering back and forth. flying and tweeting birds. cats were fighting each other.

The 20-year-old Y/n was not paying attention in chemistry class and was gazing out the window.

I mean.. why would she? She was hooking up with the professor anyway.

Akaashi Keiji, to be exact.

Y/n was well aware that doing something like that was against the rules of the school. but, 'who tf cares?' she thought.

That was very dumb of her, I know. like, of course everyone would care Y/n! If someone were to find out about that, you would be labelled as a 'girl who fucks professors', or even worse! be expelled from college! And! Akaashi Keiji will loose his job.

However, Y/n, being the careless girl she is, she did not think twice about seducing and having sex with her professor.

for what exactly?... to get her grades up. (and akaashi keiji is hot)

So, instead of studying, she decided to fuck her teacher for the sake of her low ass grade, to be high.

She really is a dumbass.

Second person POV:

*BRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMNKKKKKKKK*

"finallyyy, class is over' you thought.

You quickly packed your things and got up from your chair.

"Hey Y/n! wanna eat lunch together?" a friend of yours, asked.

"Yeah sure!" You agreed with a smile on your face.

As you two were about to leave the classroom, your professor called out your name.

"Y/n, I would like to talk to you, please." Akaashi Keiji a.k.a your (hot) professor, said.

You looked at Akaashi, then back at your friend.

"You can go first, I'll be there" You said to your friend.

As they left, you turned around and faced Akaashi.

"soo... why'd you wanna talk?" you asked him.

"You weren't paying attention in class today. Why is that?" He asked, sounding a bit upset.

"i was bored, sorry... umm, can i go now? i still have to meet up with my friend." you were in a hurry, and Akaashi could clearly see that, but, he wasn't gonna let you off so easily.

"Look. I don't really need to pay attention when i can just have sex with you, and then.. boom! My grades are magically line of 9!" you explained.

Akaashi sighed.

"I am aware of that, Y/n, but you must pay attention. You cannot go around sleeping with professors..If you're dumb, you will never succeed in life."

"Ouch.. did you just call me dumb? That's very rude of you" You said. Your hand on your chest, acting hurt.

Akaashi laughed softly.

"Come sit on my lap, Y/n" He said, manspreading on his chair, whilst looking at you seductively.

"As much as i want to have sex with you, sorry but, we're at school" You denied his sexyness.

"I promise we won't do anything. I just want to hug you, sweetheart." He said, smiling softly.

You sighed, giving in because of his cuteness.

"Okayy.." You walked up to him and sat on his lap, feeling his hands snake around your waist whilst his face was burried in your neck.

"You smell good" He complemented.

"stop with your complements. I know what you're doing" you rolled your eyes.

"what do you mean by that?" Akaashi questioned, tightening his grasp on your waist.

"You're gonna act all sweet and shit. then next thing u know, You're fucking me."

"And yet, you still fell for it" He whispered in your ear, smirking at your shocked reaction.

"Wait, what!? i was just joking-"

"Too late "

it was too late indeed.

You felt his hands, inside your skirt, teasing your....

your what?.... Clothed vagina?.. Clothed pussy? or.. Clothed female genitalia??? i honestly do not know how to describe it as. let's just stick to clothed pussy😀.

You whimpered as you felt his middle and ring finger do circular motions on your clothed clitoris.

he continued on doing that for a few seconds.

Eventually, he became impatient and entered his hand inside your underwear, making him touch your wet pussy. (im cringing hard)

He started to do the same circular motions on your naked, and sensitive clit.

Hearing you holding in your moans, turned him on soo much that you could feel him starting to have a boner.

You started to grind on his lap, making you both feel pleasure.

"Fuck... you're so hot" He groaned.

"F-Fuck...mmhh~" You moaned out, feeling a tingling sensation inside your stomach.

As Akaashi noticed your moans getting louder, He entered two fingers in you, letting his palm press against your clit.

"Aah..~ f-fuck yes~" You moaned louder, feeling the tingling sensation more and more as if it was about to burst.

Akaashi on the other hand, is grinding his clothed dick on your ass, faster and faster, in desperate need of cumming.

"Fuck Y/n.. you f-feel so good mm~" He moaned in your ear.

"I'm gonna cum.. aah~!" You moaned out, about to reach your climax.

"Let's cum together", and with Akaashi's one last thrust, his cock twitched inside his pants and released a white fluid, making his front part of his pants, wet.

Your cum was dripping all over your thighs, making your underwear and skirt, wet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Sweats dripping down from your faces.

You both looked like you two just ran a marathon.

*BBBRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMNKKKKKKK*

The bell rang, signalling that lunch was over.

"Shit! i better fix myself!" you said, panicking.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, bye Akaashi!" And with that, you ran your way through the girl's bathroom.

Akaashi could only let out a soft laugh.

who wouldn't?

You looked so cute. Your face was full on red!

Even if you left, akaashi was still admiring your beauty, making him forget about his cum stain on his pants.

The end🥰.

I haven't written smut for like, 2 years now.😭

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