#few times in the night i was like is someone grabbing me inappropriately????????
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had another gay experience at emo night as per usual but had a first straight experience đ¤¨
#personal#also i think got gropped but not super confident but whateverrrrrr#i was mainly annoyed bc he kept pushing me while on the outskirts of the pit#and he was knocking me around when i was like i need to be steady or im gonna get bodied again#like i thought he was just swaying and knocking but even when i moved. he kept touching me? i was facing the pit#so i donât know what was touching me from behind#but some girl started talking to him the way you talk to drunk people#i think apologized? and telling him something something get away and led him away#few times in the night i was like is someone grabbing me inappropriately????????#but anyway#the straight experience were none of these btw tenant#that was a keyboard smash :(#no the gay one was a girl said thank you for protecting me and i was like i have to die for women and she was like :0#and gave the sweetest girl my banana clip bc she was trying to hold up her hair while moshing#and then some dude got pushed into me got up then immediately got pushed again so he slid his hands on my waist to gain balance oh bitch#i short circuited and i think a dude saw all of this and was lightly laughing at me being like đŚ#some girl also thought i was her sister and was like HER NAME?!?!?!?!#that actually happens a decent amount i look like a lot people
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All I can think about is Katsuki dating someone with a babyâ
His friends think itâs a bit odd since heâs in his early thirties and could still mess around before settling down but heâs not having it
Youâre a bit nervous to tell him that you had a kid after a few dates, and you think heâs never going to hit you up again when he doesnât really respond when you tell him, he just drops you off at your place with a emotionless look on his face.
You cry to yourself that night as you put your little girl to bed, and the two year old knows somethingâs wrong because sheâs fussy through the whole night routine. You really liked Bakugou, he made you laugh and respect you but if he canât accept your daughter than it's not going to work out.
Then the next morning he texts you that he got tickets for three to the local aquarium for the day. You call him, confused.
âThat way we can take your daughter?â Heâs confused by your question. âWhy? Is she too little for the aquarium?â
Youâre nervous as hell for him meeting Mai for the first time, but Katsuki is taken back at how your daughter looks just like you. She's adorable, and his stomach flipped taking in how you looked so beautiful in your jeans and simple shirt.
"Hi Mai, I'm Katsuki," He kneels down to the four year old's height but he's so big and the little girl immedietly burst into tears and hides behind your legs.
"Oh honey, it's okay," You coo at her, picking her up. Mai isn't convinced and hides away from Katsuki.
"I'm sorry, she'll warm up," You explain, but you weren't too sure. Mai had a shy personality, and was very attatched to you. You just hoped that Bakugou would be patient with her.
Mai started shedding her shy personality once you arrived at the aquarium.
"Mom, fish!" She yelled in excitement, tugging on your hand to get you to walk faster. Katsuki stands back and just watches you interact with your daughter. He knew he liked you, but seeing you be a mom did something to him and he imagined this being his life forever.
"What are you thinking about?" You asked when you noticed Katsuki seemed distracted.
He opens his mouth to answer but Mai interupts him when she squeals, "Mommy penguins!"
Katsuki was closer to her, and the little girl grabs his hand and drags him through to the penguin exhibit. Bakugou is taken aback, but quickly pushes back his fear of scaring her and kneels down to look at the penguins swimming as Mai squeals in excitement. She canât pronounce his name correctly, so Mai just addresses him as âSuki which warms his heart.
Itâs like a switch got flipped and Mai wouldnât let go of Katsukiâs hand for the remainder of the tour through the aquarium. You stand back, smiling and snapping pictures, just watching as Bakugou showed a much softer side to him.
The day ended with Katsuki buying Mai the biggest stuffed penguin the aquarium store had, and the little girl could barely hold onto it as she fell asleep in her stroller.
âYou didnât have to get her that,â You said, feeling overwhelmed by his gesture.
Bakugou feels a string of anxiety pull in his stomach, wondering now if his actions were seemed as inappropriate.
âI-,â He tries to be truthful, âIâm sorry, I shouldâve asked. Mai just seemed so happy and I wanted to get her something to remember me by.â
That melts your heart, and you kiss him on the cheek. âThank you for being so sweet to my baby.â
Katsuki is blushing so hard, his ears are ringing as he helps you by packing down the stroller and putting it in the trunk while you tuck Mai into her car seat. The little girl was out, but still hugging her penguin.
Katsuki keeps the radio low as to not wake Mai as he drives you two home, holding your hand and already planning the next outing.
#sorry this has been in my drafts for so long#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo katuski#bnha bakugou#mha bakugou#dad!katsuki#dad!bakugou
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HELLOOOO
I got a silly little ask, just a drabble from you would be fine đ
Like- the reader (gender neutral) wasn't very open about their hobbies and such. One of their hobbies was like martial arts or smth (THIS IS VERY CRUCIAL âď¸âď¸âď¸)
Wellll, one day Jimmy (đ¤Ž) decided to try and touch the reader inappropriately and they just throw him over their shoulder saying something along the lines of "Do NOT touch me."
I KNOW IT'S CRINGE BUT PLEASEEEE, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY đđđđ
I saw you're writing for only Curly and Daisuke, but if you wanna you can add other characters into the mix. It's all platonic, just a silly little ask cuz I wanna laugh đđđ
[ Tulpar Crew & Reader ]
Oh I love this one. Also this reminded me to update my list thank u 4 unintentionally reminding me anon.,.,. ALSO DONT WORRY I DONT THINK IT'S CRINGE !
gender neutral reader, it gets silly later on i promise. not proof-read. wrote this really quick.
â ď¸ tw: stalking, jimmy being a little too forward and close
The day was pretty much mundane, like always. Everyone was in their designated work stations, including you of course. Though, something felt off. It had been like this for the past week, and you hated it. You even blamed your lack of sleep for it. It seemed like there was somethingâ someone, watching and following you when you were alone.
One time, you'd even woken up to the sound of your quarter's door closing. You stayed up all night, not wanting to inconvenience the other crew members for what you think might just be all in your head. Well, that is until psych evaluation day came and you opened up about this to Anya who so easily believed you, but seemed so uncomfortable with the topic. You decided not to pry out of respect. She offers her company when you need it.
That same night, Daisuke offered to host a game session to which everyone reluctantly agreed to.
Establishing good bonds between workers is key to an efficient working environment!
Anya, Swansea and Daisuke were sitting by the sofa, Curly dragged a chair just beside the game table, whilst you and Jimmy sat beside each other on the floor. The game involved four players and the crew decided that whoever loses first has to swap with whoever hasn't played yet for the next rounds. The game was getting heated, Daisuke and Anya, neck on neck. Unfortunately, not the only thing neck on neck. Everyone else was too focused on the game to even notice what Jimmy was doing. You can feel his breath against your skin. You eyed the others in hopes that they would see. Too busy. Annoyed and grossed out, you elbowed his ribs in warning, glaring at him. "Jimmy, don't touch me." He seems pissed, but that doesn't deter him from getting his entertainment. Jimmy presses on and you swear you felt your eyebrows twitch. The balls of this guy to even do this here.
Daisuke throws the dice, the three leans in in anticipation as they watch it slowly roll to a stop andâ
CRASH!
Some game pieces flew in different directions, two table legs snapping from the force and Jimmy's weight. It was radio silent for a moment. The crew having different variations of shocked expressions. You had grabbed his arm and flipped his body onto the furniture.
"Fuckin' pervert. Are you deaf, or what? I said do NOT touch me."
Daisuke threw his hands up in the air and settled it on each side of his head, frustrated. "Oh, come on, man! I was so close to winniâ!" His whining ceases when Swansea nudges him, instantly shutting up and processing what had just happened. It took a few blinks for him to register and he eventually bursts out laughing and pointing at Jimmy. It took everything from Swansea not to burst out laughing as well. Instead, he crosses his arms and huffs with a proud smile. 'Atta' kid.'
Anya on the other hand slips out a gasp, covering her mouth. Mostly out of shock, and no sympathy for the man whatsoever. When the other intern started laughing, she had to bite her lip and look away to suppress her own fit.
[ History of glenohumeral joint subluxation.
It happened way too fast for Jimmy to even process what just happened. He spits out something hard, probably a tooth. His shoulder slightly stings as well, probably dislocated. He'll get back at you some other time, he can't get back at you when everyone else is here and that pisses him off even more.
Curly had mixed feelings. But of course, he prioritizes his role and he has to mediate everything first and foremost. Rubbing his face, he sighs and stands up, putting his hands on his hips. He calls your name and you tilted your head to look up at him. "I have to discuss... this with you later on. Please drop by the cockpit, yeah?" You roll your eyes and nod, pouting. "Swansea, could we borrow your intern real quick?"
"Shift's over, go ahead."
He gives the eldest a nod. "Daisuke, please assist Anya. Help her bring Jimmy to medical."
"Youuuuu got it, Big C." He finger guns towards the captain then stands up to hover over the co-pilot. Curly could only give Daisuke an awkward smile at the nickname.
"Never call him that again."
"El Capitano." Daisuke helps Jimmy up, making sure he's pulling them up by the injured arm, making the man grit his teeth and groan in pain. Before the guy could even cuss at the intern, Swansea continued bickering.
"Do your damn job."
"Yessir. Swansir."
Anya and Daisuke finally went off the bring the poor injured co-pilot to treat him. And if you'd like to know, Anya taught Daisuke how to pull Jimmy's shoulder back to place. Yes, everyone heard him when it happened.
You helped Swansea clean up the mess by the lounge and in apology, offered to help repair the table the next day. He agrees and even offers Daisuke to assist you.
Curly had to lightly reprimand you for your actions, but you'd explained to him what happened. The best he could do for you for now is lie on the report.
Sustained through occupational accident.
Employee confirmed inebriated while working.
Property damage docked to Jimmy.]
#tulpar#tulpar crew#daisuke#curly#anya#swansea#jimmy#mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#x reader#gender neutral reader#anya x reader#curly x reader#daisuke x reader#swansea x reader#jimmy x reader#tulpar crew x reader
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Rumoured Nights | S.R
This was written for the lovely and wonderful @foxy-eva milestone celebration. Congratulations love! đ I used the prompt - âsomeone has to unexpectedly share hotel room with their favourite coworker - who apparently really likes to cuddle.â
Set during 5.21 Exit Wounds - this ep just lends itself perfectly for a one bed fic.
Summary - a case in a small town in Alaska forces you and your favourite coworker into sharing a room and a bed. And according to Morgan, Spencer likes to cuddle.
Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Category - smut NSFW Minors DNI
Warnings - one bed trope, friends to lovers, sex dream, cuddly Spencer, swearing, making out, Spencer is touch starved, canon compliant death, meddling BAU team, interruptions, fingering, handjobs, penetrative, protected sex.
WC - 7.5k (donât ask me how, sheâs wordy)
âIâm not sleeping with Reid.âÂ
The comment was probably meant inoffensively, an off the cuff remark to make his coworkers laugh but instead only caused the youngest member of the team to blush furiously.Â
Spencer Reid shrunk down in the armchair, attempting to hide his embarrassment from the eyes of his fellow team members who now all looked upon him.Â
As far as he was aware, Morgan had never told the team what happened the one and only time theyâd shared a room during a case. The confused looks being sent his way went to further that, thank god.Â
It happened a few years back when theyâd been on a case in a town equally as small as Franklin, Alaska where they found themselves now. Like tonight, the BNB was small and theyâd had to double up.Â
And Morgan had woken in the morning to find Spencerâs arms wrapped around him like he was the geniusâs oversized teddy bear, and one of Spencerâs legs draped across him.Â
Morgan had pushed the younger man off of him and apparently Spencer hadnât even so much as stirred. It wasnât even until a while later Morgan had filled him in on what heâd subconsciously done in his sleep.Â
It was perfectly innocent. There was no more to it other than the fact that Spencer was painfully touch starved. He didnât allow himself to dwell on how long exactly it had been since heâd had another warm body to share his bed with, but if he did he would be able to recite how long it had been down to the minute.Â
It was an involuntary reaction. His subconscious must have gravitated him towards the body in his bed and held them without thought to who it was. In his unconscious mind, it didnât matter who it was, just that he needed the comfort of holding somebody.Â
He was glad Morgan hadnât woken him because he would have been a hundred times more embarrassed if he had to remember his inappropriate middle of the night cuddle.Â
While he relented to his own mortification, the rest of the team silently paired off. Garcia was quick to place her hand on Morganâs arm, nabbing him as her roomie before anyone else had the chance.
Hotch and Rossi exchanged a look of understanding and JJ smiled at Emily, the brunette nodding back at the blonde in response.Â
Spencer felt his stomach coiling into thick knots as he let his eyes glance across the room and land on you who had also noticed the non-verbal agreements taking place. You met his gaze and offered him a meek half-smile.
âGuess youâre with me, Doc.â You got to your feet, grabbing your bag off the floor.Â
You tried to hide the look of sheer delight from your eyes, tried to pretend that this wasnât the best outcome to you. There had always been something about Spencer that you found magnetic, his brain intrigued you and he wasnât at all hard on the eyes.Â
Through five years of working together you had kept your little crush underwraps, your poker face was second to none.Â
So you had to play it cool. You couldnât show how utterly thrilled you were that the chips had fallen in your favour.Â
One by one the rest of the team stood with their bags and collected their room keys from the kindly innkeeper and headed towards the staircase.Â
You hung back for Spencer while he procured the key and with an awkward smile he followed you to the stairs.
âGood luck, mama.â Morgan smirked at you, clapping a hand down on your shoulder as you went to pass him by. âPretty boy here is a secret cuddler.âÂ
âMorgan!â Spencerâs voice pitched, around five octaves higher than his usual cadence.Â
âSheâs gonna find out sooner or later, kid.â Morgan winked at the younger man, causing Spencer to turn beet red again.Â
You shook your head with a soft laugh, averting your eyes away from Derek and towards the bottom step.
âUh, thanks for the heads up. Goodnight.â You started up the stairs, hearing Spencer following behind you.Â
You met him at the door to your room and stood aside so he could unlock it. Like the gentleman he was, he held it open for you to enter first.Â
It was you who first noticed the initial problem. When Spencer sidled up next to you a moment later he saw it too.Â
One bed. There was only one freaking bed.Â
âIâll sleep on the floor.â He was quick to speak, dumping his go-bag on the dresser.Â
âYouâll put your back out.â You rolled your eyes.Â
âIâm not Rossi.â He scoffed, indignantly. âIâll be fine.âÂ
âSpencer, your knee still hasnât properly healed. I cannot in good conscience let you sleep on the floor.âÂ
âIâm fine,â he waved a dismissive hand. âIâve been walking without my cane for months.âÂ
âWith a limp.â You clucked. âIf it makes you uncomfortable to share a bed, let me sleep on the floor, please?âÂ
âIt is statistically improbable that I will let you sleep on the floor, Y/N.â He folded his arms across his chest in defiance.Â
âFine,â you shrugged. âItâs one night, Spence. We can share a bed canât we?âÂ
For the third time in ten minutes, Spencerâs cheeks burned bright red with his embarrassment.Â
âI, uh, you seeâŚâ he swallowed. âMorgan wasnât lying about the cuddling thing. We had to share a bed once on a case and apparently I cuddled up to him in my sleep.âÂ
A smile tugged at your lips and you felt a little guilty given how mortified he looked. But honestly you thought it was incredibly adorable and plenty endearing.
Spencer was known for having an aversion to touch, always citing how many germs could be passed in a single handshake and how it was actually safer to kiss. So the thought of him hugging anyone made you smile, even if it was when he was asleep.Â
âI just so happen to not totally hate that idea.â You tried to encourage him, not wanting him to be embarrassed.Â
âY-you donât?â He stuttered with a frown.Â
âItâs cute.â You smiled.
âI think the word youâre looking for is pathetic.â He sighed. âWho knows it might have just been a one off anyway. If youâre lucky, Iâll leave you alone.âÂ
Lucky? Some luck that would be.Â
You hid your expression from him, the one that desperately loved the idea of him snuggling up to you in his sleep. You pushed it down, simply offering him a nod.Â
You just might be disappointed if he didnât cuddle you.
***
The two of you took turns in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and changing into your respective pyjamas. Usually you slept nude, or at the very least just in your panties, but thankfully you kept a pair of shorts and a tank top in your go-bag in case you ever found yourself in this position.
You were already in bed scrolling on your phone when Spencer stepped out of the bathroom. He wore a set of dark green flannel pyjama pants and a matching long sleeved top, buttoned right up to his neck. You smiled in amusement at him as he padded across the room.
âWhy does it not surprise me one little bit that Doctor Spencer Reid even sleeps in a button down?â You giggled a little as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
âI get cold easily.â He shrugged, his back now to you. âAnd we are in Alaska.âÂ
You didnât reply, simply watched him as he slid his legs under the sheets, his mismatched socks still adorned on his feet, and laid his long, messy hair on the pillow. He kept his back to you and he reached out and switched off the lamp.
âGoodnight, Y/N.â He whispered, tucking one hand beneath his pillow.Â
âGoodnight, Spence.â You smiled to yourself as you closed your eyes.
***
It was still dark out when you stirred in your sleep, eyes fluttering slightly as you pulled the duvet further up to your chin. You would have fallen straight back to sleep if it hadnât been for the sensation of something heavily draped over your ribcage.Â
You were on your back, the ceiling staring back at you when you opened your eyes. It was then you realised there was something hard between your head and the pillow.Â
You looked to your side and blinked against the darkness, trying to adjust your vision. A messy head of hair was next to you on your pillow, so close you could feel the soft breath coming from parted lips tickling your face.
It was then you pieced together that the thing that was under your head and across your torso were one in the same: Spencerâs arms. One was tucked beneath you, holding you close to him while the other cautiously rested over you, just below your breasts.Â
His right leg was bent at the knee, slung over your bare thighs. His whole body was pressed up against your side and it was then you registered that something hard was digging into your left hipâŚ
Oh, your eyes widened. Oh.Â
You looked back at the ceiling, body going rigid in Spencerâs arms. It certainly did not take someone with a genius level IQ to figure out what it was.Â
You tried to ignore it, willed yourself to go back to sleep and put it behind you. Maybe you were still asleep, perhaps this was just a really vivid dream. In the morning you would pretend it never happened, not wanting to embarrass the poor man.Â
But then the situation somehow grew even more awkward, if that were possible. Spencer nuzzled closer to you in his sleep, his face buried against your neck. His breathing started to grow frantic and his hold on you tightened.Â
And then he moaned.Â
Your stomach tightened at the delicious sound, equally trying to commit it to memory and forget it at the same time. But then it happened again, the sound deeper this time. There was no denying it was a moan of pleasure.Â
The third time he made the sound it was followed by the whimpered utterance of the word fuck.Â
And when his hips started to gesticulate, grinding his hardness against your hip, you had to do something.Â
âSpence?â You hissed, wriggling in his arms. âSpencer, wake up!âÂ
His eyes shot open suddenly and he huffed out a breath. His eyes were hooded with his sleep, his plump lips parted in confusion.Â
For a few moments he just laid there, not registering his position or the bulge in his pyjama pants. He simply stared blankly at you.Â
âWhat happened?â He groaned sleepily. âAnother body?âÂ
âNoâŚ.no. Not work.â You swallowed. âI uh, I donât really know how to say this so Iâm just gonna say itâŚI think you were having a sex dream.âÂ
His eyes got really wide, really fast. As your words registered with him he also realised he was holding you, snuggled tightly against you. And at the same moment he also realised the part of his anatomy that had woken up long before his brain had.Â
And it was pressing right against your side.Â
He scrambled away from you suddenly, drawing all of his limbs close to his torso and burying his face into the pillow.Â
âFuck,â he mumbled against the cushion. âFuck, I am so unbelievably sorry. Iâm going toâŚâÂ
He trailed off and quickly rolled to the edge of the bed but you were faster and you managed to grab his arm before he made it out.Â
âSpence, itâs fine. These things happen. Letâs just go back to sleep and forget it ever happened.â You gently guided him back to the mattress and he flopped onto his back.Â
âThis is somehow more humiliating than when I cuddled Morgan. At least then I didnât have a, uhâŚyeah.â He shook his head, not willing to finish that sentence.Â
âThereâs nothing to be embarrassed about, Spencer. You were dreaming, and apparently it was a very good dream.â You couldnât help but laugh, trying to cast light on the situation and make him feel less uncomfortable.
It had the opposite effect.
âI really donât see how this is funny. Iâm lonely ok? Iâm so painfully lonely that the only kind of physical contact I can get with a woman is in my sleep.â He blurted out, his brain not quite awake enough to stop the words coming out of his mouth.Â
The room fell silent. Spencer stared at the ceiling, you stared at the side of Spencerâs face.Â
It wasnât exactly a surprise to hear. Spencer never talked about dating or anything of the sort and although Morgan had speculated he just kept his exploits quiet, you were never so sure.Â
Spencer was awkward and shy and had a hard time talking to anyone he didnât know unless it was in statistics and facts.Â
So it didnât surprise you to find this out, but it did surprise you that Spencer was offering that information out to you.Â
âI, uhâŚâ you croaked.Â
âItâs ok, you donât have to say anything. Iâm sorry I made you uncomfortable. Iâm sorry that I had a sex dream about you but in my defence I canât control my-â
âHold up,â you cut him off, leaning up on your elbow so you could look at him properly. âDid you say you were dreaming about me?âÂ
His cheeks turned impossibly redder and he buried his face further into the pillow.Â
âI assumed you knew that part. I thought you saidâŚ'' he wracked his brain.
No, you didnât tell him heâd said your name. Heâd added that part, assumed that you knew who heâd been dreaming about. Fuck.Â
âYou were dreaming about me.â You croaked, staring at what little of his face wasnât covered by the pillow.Â
âY-yes.â He whispered. âAs if the situation wasnât already awkward enough. I can just go and sleep in the bathtub or something. The lobby even.âÂ
âSpence,â you gave his hair a gentle tug, trying to get him to look at you.Â
Reluctantly he lifted his head and his eyes were wide and guilt ridden, his bottom lip cushioned between his teeth.Â
âYes?âÂ
âDo youâŚhave youâŚâ you couldnât seem to finish that trail of thought.Â
âYes.â He clearly knew what you were trying to say. âIt has happened before. More times than I care to admit right at this present moment.âÂ
âOh.â You swallowed thickly.Â
âSo bathtub or lobby? How bad is this situation exactly? Does the bathroom put enough space between us or do I seriously need to leave the room entirely?âÂ
âMy preference would be that you donât go anywhere.â You confessed, causing Spencer to frown. âI mean, unless itâs closer to me.âÂ
âIâŚIâm not sure I understand.âÂ
âSure you do.â You smiled, shuffling closer to him when he wouldnât move. âThe real thing will be so much better than even your wildest dreams, Spence.âÂ
An air of confidence washing over you, you finally got the chance to do something youâd been imagining for years and pressed your lips against his.Â
He whimpered at the contact, momentarily dumbfounded by what was happening. But he soon managed to snap himself out of it and quickly took hold of your face and parted your lips with his tongue.Â
As he deepened the kiss he rolled himself on top of you, already straining at the front of his flannel pants again. This time he was happy to roll his hips against you, really allowing you to feel him.Â
You gasped into his mouth and he swallowed the sound down into his lungs. He held your face with care but the kiss was all frantic tongues and the clashing of teeth.Â
It was years worth of pent up sexual tension for which neither of you had ever realised the other felt too, all spilling forth against the others lips.Â
You wrapped your arms around his waist, fingertips brushing beneath the hem of his pyjama shirt, he moaned into the kiss when your hands glided over his back, across his shoulder blades and back down his spine.Â
His own hands wandered at the same time his tongue hungrily explored every crevice of your mouth. His touch was featherlight down your biceps and forearms before falling towards your torso and following your lead, under the hem of your shirt.Â
His finger brushed delicately over the sides of your ribs, up and down and up and down the skin, his fingertips making a mental note of how every dip and curve felt beneath them.Â
His teeth grazed against your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly and then pulling away. He sat back and looked down at you, your hands dislodging from under his shirt.
His pupils were blown out wide and his lips were puffy and red. His chest heaved his haggard breaths while he fought for air.Â
You smiled up at him, reaching for the top button of his pyjama shirt. He let your deft fingers do their work, popping each button in turn and moving lower and lower down his abdomen.Â
When the final button was undone he shucked the material off his shoulders and tossed it aside. His long curls hung around his face, framing him perfectly and you didnât think anyone had ever looked as delicious as he did right now.Â
His own hands brushed under your tank top again, palm flush against your stomach for a moment or two before he hooked his fingers in the fabric and started drawing it upwards.Â
He let out a feral moan as he peeled the top away to reveal your bare breasts beneath. You helped him get it over your head and it soon joined Spencerâs shirt on the floor.Â
He was open mouth staring at you, not even trying to hide it. You rolled your eyes with a soft chuckle, reaching for him and pulling him close.
âWhatâs the matter, Doc?â You spoke as you kissed him again. âNever seen a pair of tits before?âÂ
âNone that magnificent, that's for certain.â He mumbled in reply.Â
âFlattery will get you everywhere Doctor Reid.â Your hands moved to cup his clothed ass.Â
âFuck,â he hummed, rolling his hips against you. âKeep calling me Doctor Reid and itâll be over before it begins.â
You laughed at the insinuation, wrapping your arms around him and expertly managing to flip you both over so his back was to the mattress and you were straddling his hips.Â
His hair splayed out against the pillow and from this angle you were able to get a good look at what the good doctor was hiding in his pants.Â
You involuntarily hissed at the sight and his eyes never left your chest. His hands were pawing at your hips, cloying at the fabric of your shorts.Â
You raised your eyes to his face and waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did you made a show of grinding down against his lap, his mouth falling open as a moan erupted from his lungs.Â
The friction caused by his pants rubbing against him was nice in a way but he would much rather a different kind of friction.Â
He reached for your neck, pulling you closer so your bare chests crashed together and he kissed you deeply.Â
You continued to grind against him, feeling his hard member between your legs and wishing for fewer clothes to be in the way.Â
But before you could think about helping him undress further, Spencerâs hungry fingers were trailing up your thigh and grazing beneath the leg of your shorts.Â
His hand wove higher, he could feel the heat emanating from your core. His fingertips lightly brushed against your pubic bone and you whined into his mouth.Â
âIs that what you want?â He spoke against your lips, his other hand gripping the back of your neck tightly.Â
âP-pleaseâŚâ you whimpered, nibbling on his lip and trying to move yourself closer to his waiting fingers.
Spencer chuckled almost darkly, brushing his fingers over the same spot.Â
âDo you have any idea how long Iâve waited for this?â He whispered as your lips latched against his neck, sucking deep marks in his flesh.Â
âAbout as long as I have. Please Spencer, please for the love of god!âÂ
The way you moaned so desperately for him made his head spin, no one had ever reacted like this for him.Â
He inched his fingers nearer to where you wanted them, but as he was about to give you everything youâd been waiting for, an ear piercing scream reverberated in the room.Â
You fell back as Spencer sat up, ears pricked and waiting in silence that now shrouded the room. Seconds passed that felt like hours until you both heard it again.Â
âHelp! Somebody please help!âÂ
âIs thatâŚ?â Spencerâs chest heaved in panic.Â
âPenelope!âÂ
The two of you were suddenly out of bed and on your feet, scampering around to dress as quickly as possible. You threw a pair of jeans over your shorts, foregoing your tank top and tossing on a sweater instead before your coat.Â
Spencer grabbed his pyjama shirt and fought with the buttons whilst stuffing his feet inside his converse. He grabbed his jacket and scarf on his way to the door, before quickly doubling back and picking up his revolver.Â
You got your firearm as well, toeing on your boots as they two of you quickly dashed from the room. In the corridor you saw Morgan ahead of you, running towards the stairs.Â
âYou heard it too?â You asked as you ran to catch him.Â
âYou bet your ass I did.â Morgan hurried down the stairs with you in hot pursuit. âPretty boy, wake the others. Y/N and I will check it out.âÂ
Spencer nodded though no one was looking at him. He fell back, his hand holding the gun dropping to his side as he made his way back to the other rooms.
His head was still spinning, dizzy with the lust from previous moments ago. Maybe this was a sign to him not to cross that line with his friend. The line was blurred, sure, but not yet so much as it couldnât be rectified.Â
All he could hope was that he hadnât destroyed your friendship to the point of no return.Â
You followed Morgan hurriedly towards the front door of the inn, guns pointed in front of you. You could still feel an electric current pulsing through your veins from Spencerâs touch, your lips still tingled from his kiss.Â
You pushed it aside as a blast of frigid air hit you when Morgan opened the door and the two of you descended the front steps.Â
âHelp! Someone help!â Cried Penelope off in the distance.Â
Morganâs head whipped around almost three hundred and sixty degrees, eyes taking in the dark landscape to find what he was looking for.Â
âOver there!â He barked, nodding his head towards two silhouettes in the trees.Â
He quickened his pace, so did you.Â
You found Garcia on her knees on the ground over the dead body of a man. She had tears streaming down her cheeks, her mouth hung open.
âIâŚand heâŚand thenâŚâ
âItâs ok baby girl,â Morgan crouched down next to her, stuffing his gun in the back of his jeans and helping her to her feet.Â
You tucked your own gun away, leaning over the body and placing your index and middle finger to the side of his neck.Â
No pulse. You didnât think it needed to be spoken out loud.Â
Garcia was sobbing, head buried against Morganâs strong chest while he held her. The sound of crunching leaves alerted you to your company and you spun around to see the rest of the team running your way.Â
Hotch and Rossi still wore their usual daytime attire but JJ and Emily wore sweats under large coats. Spencer looked an absolute picture in his pyjamas, coat and scarf hanging limply from his neck.Â
He briefly made eye contact with you, but you broke it swiftly, glancing over at your boss who looked even more annoyed than usual.Â
âGet her inside.â Hotch spoke to Morgan. âSomeone call the sheriff.âÂ
Emily pulled her cell phone out and stepped away to make the call.Â
âHe knew we were staying here. This was a big risk.â Rossi huffed, glancing at the faces around him and lingering a little longer on Spencer. âKid, why do you look so flustered?â
Spencerâs eyes widened and you saw him swallow thickly. You looked away, focused on the body on the floor.Â
âIâŚâ he squeaked, rolling his lip between his teeth. âIâm fine.âÂ
And if anyone noticed his voice was several octaves higher than usual, they kindly didnât say anything.Â
***
Over an hour later you all trudged back inside from the cold. The coroner had taken the body away and you would continue your investigation in the morning.Â
Penelope was fraught, never having seen a dead body in real life let alone having to witness someone die. Morgan tried to keep her calm but even he couldnât bring her back from this spiral.
When she stormed upstairs you all watched her go. Morgan looked over at you, his eyes asking you questions before his words did.Â
âCan youâŚ?âÂ
âYeah.â You nodded.Â
You moved past the others towards the stairs, you hadnât so much as looked at Spencer in the last hour. He tried to make eye contact with you as you walked by but you kept your gaze forward.
Once you were up the stairs, Morgan sidled up to Spencer who was still watching you walk away.Â
âYou gonna tell me why youâve been looking like a lost puppy for the last hour?â He cocked an eyebrow at the younger man.Â
âWhat? Iâm not! IâmâŚtired. I was sleeping when I heard Garcia.â Spencer averted his gaze.
âI hope that isnât true.â Morgan scoffed.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Spencer frowned looking back at him.Â
âIt means,â JJ stepped forward, an amused smile on her lips. âWeâve all spent the last five years trying to get you and Y/N to see what the rest of us can see.â
âAnd whatâs that?â He turned to JJ.Â
âOh please.â Emily chuckled. âYou think we donât notice the tension between the two of you? Morganâs been single handedly trying to get the two of you to bone for years.âÂ
Spencerâs cheeks instantly turned red and he felt his chest tighten with his embarrassment.Â
âIâŚI donât know what youâre talking about.â He turned his back on them and headed for the stairs.
âGo get her lover boy.â Morgan called after him and they all fell about laughing while Spencer shrunk away.Â
He was at least glad you hadnât been privy to that. But he didnât relish the idea of seeing you right now, that would surely be one awkward encounter.Â
***
You found Penelope pacing the length of her and Derekâs room, muttering under her breath frantically.Â
You cautiously entered, not wanting to startle her.Â
âI watched him die.â She spoke when she saw you. âI watched him take his last breath, Y/N.âÂ
âI know.â You nodded slowly, coming close to your friend and placing your hands on her shoulders. âI canât imagine how scary that was for you.âÂ
âI justâŚâ she whined a little. âWhen I was shot, all I could think was that if I die the last face Iâm ever going to see is the man who killed me. I didnât want that for him.âÂ
âYouâre too good for this world, Penny.â You squeezed her shoulders.Â
âI donât know how Iâm ever going to sleep again.â She pulled free of your hold and started pacing again. âTell me something, anything. Something to distract me.âÂ
âUhâŚâ you scratched the back of your head. âYou did everything you could to help him?âÂ
âNo, not that. Not about this.â She quickened her pace, arms flailing about as she walked.Â
âUhâŚIâm pretty sure after tonight you can get Morgan to spoon you. All you need to do is tell him how scared you were.â You tried again.Â
âAs delicious as that sounds, I donât think Kevin would be too pleased about that.â She was a blur of colour, like a rainbow flying through the sky. âPlease Y/N, I need to think of something other than this horrible night.â
Goddamnit.Â
You had the exact thing she was looking for, the perfect piece of information to take her mind off of this.Â
Goddamnit, here goes nothing.Â
âI almost slept with Spencer tonight.â You blurted out before you could change your mind.Â
As expected she immediately stopped pacing, halting in her tracks and glaring wide eyed at you. Her mouth hung open like she wanted to speak but couldnât find the right words.
You rolled your lip between your teeth, awkwardly waiting for her to say something. Slowly she stepped closer to you, eyebrows raising towards her hairline.Â
âYouâŚand boy wonder?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âItâs about time!â She slapped your bicep and you growled at the impact. âWaitâŚdid you say almost?âÂ
âYeah, we didnât quite get that far.â You rubbed your arm from her assault.
âWhy not?â She sounded incredulous.Â
âBecauseâŚthe screaming? The cries for help?â You huffed.Â
âIâŚI ruined your first time with Reid?â She gasped. âNo, no that wonât do. You are going to march back to your room and resume all previous activities. Right now.â
âI donât think thatâs gonna happen.â You shook your head.Â
âWhy?â
âIt was a dumb idea, Pen. Weâre friends, we work together.â You sighed deeply.
âFriends who are utterly infatuated with one another and have been for the past five years.â She clucked.Â
âGuess my poker face isnât as good as I thought it was.âÂ
âIt is not. You make heart eyes at him every time he walks into a room. And heâs just as bad!â Garcia sounded exasperated. âGo to him. Finish what you started. For the love of all things pink and sparkly.âÂ
âPenny, I love you but itâs not gonna happen.â You shrugged. âIâm not ruining one of my closest friendships for one night of passion.âÂ
âOkâŚI do not like thinking of boy genius and the word passion in the same sentence.â She pulled a face. âThatâs like thinking of my brotherâŚgross.âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh at the way her body shuddered at the thought. You were pleased at least you had managed to get her to calm down.Â
âYou gonna be ok if I go?â You smiled at her.Â
âMorgan will probably be up soon, Iâm sure he can protect me.â She smiled back. âJust let him down gently ok? Reid is fragile.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, backing away to the door.Â
âGoodnight, Penelope.â You blew her a kiss as you opened the door and stepped out into the corridor.Â
Across the hall your own door loomed. Your chest tightened as you pushed forward, hoping Spencer may already be asleep so as to avoid an awkward conversation.Â
But you knew he wouldnât be and that was confirmed when you entered your room and found him sitting on the edge of the bed as if waiting for you.Â
He looked up from where heâd been staring at his lap when he heard the door close. He pushed himself to his feet, his jaw set tightly.Â
âI donât want to ruin our friendship.â He blurted out suddenly.Â
âMe either.â You agreed, stepping closer to him as you got out of your jacket.Â
You unsheathed your firearm and laid it on the dresser next to Spencerâs.Â
âBut uhâŚâ he frowned, fighting an internal battle with his own thoughts. âFriendships are overrated right? I have plenty of friendsâŚâ
âWay too many friends.â You smiled and nodded as he reached for you, large hands cupping your face.Â
âI donât want to be your friend.â He whispered and then proceeded to crash your lips together.Â
You immediately parted your lips and his tongue slid inside of your mouth while he pulled you back to the bed. You both fell to the mattress, you on top of him while never breaking the kiss.Â
He didnât want to waste a second, didnât want to risk being pulled away from you again and so his hands quickly found the hem of your sweater and helped you out of it.Â
You got his buttons undone and he guided you with a hand on your back, down to the mattress. He slipped the garment off of his shoulders and rolled himself on top of you, kissing you again.Â
His hands wandered down your torso to the button of your jeans. His lips trailed to your neck and brushed along your collarbones.Â
They moved lower, down to your right breast where he placed kisses on the swell of it before moving on and taking your hard nipple in his mouth.Â
You moaned and bucked your hips to meet his erection in his pyjama pants. He popped the button on your jeans and you helped him shimmy them down your legs.Â
When his lips moved to your neglected breast, you reached out and blindly groped him through his pants. He grinded against your hand, moaning around your nipple.Â
His large hand glided back across the plains of your stomach before inching lower. His fingertips brushed over the waistband of your panties before disappearing beneath the fabric.Â
His index finger located your clit and pressed firmly against it, another moan erupting from your chest. He pulled back from your nipple and looked down at you with a sinful smirk.Â
He started rubbing deft circles between your legs, his nimble finger a thing of magic. Wanting to return the favour, your own hand slipped inside of his pants and you grasped the base of his cock in your hand.Â
He moaned deeply, his finger working more frantically as you started to stroke him. He met your gaze, his lips parted and soft moans escaping between them.Â
âF-fuck.â He stuttered, moving his finger from your clit and running it through your folds, collecting your arousal on his digit.Â
His middle finger joined his index and pressed against your entrance. You increased your movement on his shaft as he pushed them slowly inside of you.Â
âJesus Christ.â You muttered as you clenched around him. âJesus fucking Christ.âÂ
âWhy the fuck have we never done this before?â He whined, pushing his fingers as deeply inside of you as he possibly could.
You whimpered, bucking your hips against him as he moved in and out of you hurriedly and your strokes of his member were becoming frantic.Â
His head was already leaking with pre-cum and you swiped your thumb through it causing an animalistic growl to leave Spencerâs mouth.Â
It was too much and not enough all at once. You needed more, you needed everything.Â
His fingers slammed into you roughly, the sounds of your slickness filling the room. You twisted your fist as it moved up and down his cock and he was snapping his hips back and forth, practically fucking your hand.Â
âFuckâŚI donât suppose you have a condom?â You panted, desperate to feel more of him.Â
âUh, embarrassingly yes I do.â He nodded, his cheeks flushing a little.Â
âWhy is that embarrassing?â You slowed your pace and Spencer slowly removed his fingers from inside of you.Â
âIt seemsâŚpresumptuous? It wasnât likeâŚI didnât thinkâŚitâs not like that I swear. Itâs, uh, a long story.â He stood up, locating his wallet on the dresser and unsheathing the small golden foil packet from inside.Â
âI believe you, Doc.â You smiled at him as you shimmed out of your panties.Â
Spencerâs mouth fell open at the sight of you laid bare for him. His hands started to tremble as he moved them to the waistband of his flannel pants.Â
He wouldnât look at you as he pulled them over his hips, down his legs and kicked them off of his feet.Â
When he did look back at you, you were staring right at his crotch.Â
Your chest heaved with frantic breaths and you were rolling your lip between your teeth.Â
âGood god, Reid.â You smirked. âI need you like yesterday.âÂ
He shuddered at the desperation in your voice and shakily ripped the condom wrapper over. He moved closer to the bed again, holding the base of his shaft in one hand and rolling the rubber over his tip with the other.Â
You spread your legs for him, welcoming him between them and wrapping them around his waist. He leant on his hands either side of your head, the veins in his arms pulsing as he held his weight above you.Â
He eyed your face, an almost delicate smile on his lips and you werenât sure what it meant.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked him, reaching up to tuck his long hair behind his ears.Â
âYouâre sure about this?â He asked softly.Â
âVery. Arenât you?âÂ
âIâve wanted this for so long.â He breathed. âBut I really donât want things to change between us.â
âSpence,â you brushed your knuckles across his cheek. âThings have already changed between us. But not in a bad way.âÂ
Linking your hands at the base of his neck you drew him close for a kiss. He moaned into your lips and you felt him finally pressing between your legs.Â
He held his shaft again and guided him where he needed to be, his blunt head penetrating you, stretching you to accommodate him.Â
He slowly sank into you, a long and shaky breath leaving his lungs. Inch by inch he ebbed deeper, your walls fluttering against him as your body made room for him.Â
When he bottomed out he stilled, glancing between your bodies at where he was now sheathed inside of you. The look on his face was pure bliss, as though nothing in the world had ever felt this good to him.Â
He lowered himself onto his forearms as he drew his hips backwards painfully slowly. But then he surprised you by roughly thrusting back into you.Â
After that there was no holding him back, like a man possessed he started fucking you hard and fast into the mattress.Â
He pounded against your cervix with each thrust, kissing you with a newfound ferocity. The room was encompassed by the sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans which were being swallowed by the other's mouth.Â
He already knew he wouldnât last long, but that was ok. He didnât plan on this being the only time he fucked you tonight.Â
It was completely unexpected, out of the blue for the mild mannered doctor to be such a stallion. But it was electrifying, dizzying, the way in which he pounded into you like his life depended on it yet kissed with such gentle passion.
Resting all of his weight on one arm, his other hand manoeuvred between your sweat slicked bodies and his finger pressed deftly against your clit again.Â
He started rubbing intricate circles on your bud, hips still snapping back and forth, stretching your walls around his length.Â
He had a few beads of sweat trickling down his forehead which was scrunched up much like his nose was.Â
His chest was flushed beet red and his left arm which was holding him up shook with the exertion.Â
Your legs tightened around his waist, walls clenching around his cock. A combination of his rough thrusts and ministrations on your clit weâre bringing you rapidly spiralling towards your orgasm.Â
You assumed by the look in his face that he was close too and by the way in which he started to lose his rhythm a little, his thrusts becoming a little frantic.Â
You drew him in for another kiss. It was slightly messy, teeth clashing together and tongues fighting their way into the other's mouth.Â
He moaned deeply against your lips, his finger now rubbing against you rampantly.
âIâm s-so close.â He mumbled. âCanâtâŚdonât think I canâŚâ
âMe too.â You agreed as you felt the tightening in the pit of your stomach. âDonât stop. So close, donât stop!âÂ
And he didnât.Â
The pressure was building and between his cock burying deep inside of you and his finger never letting up on your clit, you teetered on the brink.Â
And then as if a volcano erupted, you reached your peak, moaning into Spencerâs mouth as your body convulsed beneath him.Â
He felt you clenching around him as you came, causing a pressure to shoot through his member. He thrust deep one last time and whimpered as he felt the come shooting from his head in ropes, filling the condom.Â
His hips continued to buck lazily as if he simply couldnât get enough of this feeling. His hand fell from its spot between your legs and he collapsed on top of you, panting and sweat slicked.Â
You could feel his heavy breaths as his chest moved against yours, could feel his heart erratically beating at his rib cage.Â
He nuzzled his face into your neck, his breath fanning across your skin. His hips were still rolling, grinding against you not ready to stop despite how worn out he was.Â
You stroked his cheek and moved your head so you could kiss him sleepily. He mumbled something incoherent against your lips.Â
Eventually his movements stilled briefly before he cautiously pulled out of you. He rolled onto his back and peeled the condom from his softening member, tying a knot in the end and tossing it lazily in the general direction of the trash can.Â
He shuffled a little, his arm finding his way beneath your head how youâd found it when you woke up in the night.Â
You curled into him, resting your head on his chest and listening to the still slightly erratic beating of his heart.Â
âI never like being friends anyway.â He mumbled, making you giggle.Â
âMe either.â You slung your arm around his waist. âWhatever this is, itâs so much better.âÂ
He placed a kiss of agreement in your hair and snuggled closer to you as his eyes fluttered closed.Â
He decided, as he drifted off to sleep, being a secret sleep cuddler maybe wasnât so bad after all.Â
***
Down the hall, Morgan flopped on the armchair in his and Penelopeâs room, eyeing the blonde as she stared at her laptop screen.Â
âWhat a night huh?â He ran his hand over his head.Â
âYah huh.â She nodded, bouncing a little in the bed as she did so.Â
âYou seem oddly chipper. Y/N manage to take your mind off of things?â He cocked an eyebrow at her.Â
âSomething like that.â A small smirk played at the corner of her mouth.
Derek sat up straight, scrutinising her curiously.Â
âSpill.â
âWhat?â Her eyes snapped away from the screen and over at Morgan. The guilt was written all over her face.Â
âYou think I donât know when youâre hiding something, baby girl? Spill.â He sat forward, leaning his elbows on his thighs.Â
Penelope huffed out a breath, chewing on her bottom lip.Â
âPromise not to tell anyone?â
âI promise.â He frowned.Â
âI thinkâŚI think Y/N and Spencer might beâŚyou know.â She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.Â
Morganâs eyes widened as he stared at her.Â
âNo way.â
âYes way. Apparently they almost and then, you know, everything happened. But Iâm hoping that they picked up where they left off.â She was grinning from ear to ear and it must have been contagious because a smile broke out on Morganâs face too.Â
âMy man.â He smiled brightly, a glint of something in his eyes.Â
âWhat was that?â
âWhat was what?â
âI too know when youâre hiding something Derek. Now you spill.â Garcia eyed him up, Morganâs smile only grew.Â
âIâm just happy is all,â he beamed in amusement. âAnd Iâm really glad I made up that story about him cuddling up to me in his sleep now.âÂ
âYou did what?â Garcia gasped, wide eyed.Â
âIt started as a prank, just to wind him up a bit, embarrass him. And I thought if I brought it up tonight it would put ideas in his subconscious. Guess it worked.â Derek looked exceedingly pleased with himself.Â
âDerek Morgan, you are evil! Pure evil.â Penelope cackled, shaking her head at her chocolate thunder and his mischievous ways.Â
âI was just giving him a nudge in the right direction, he needs all the help he can get.â He grinned happily, pushing himself up and sighing wistfully.Â
âTrue, I love Reid and Y/N but they are so oblivious sometimes.â Garcia shut her laptop screen and laid back against the pillows.Â
Her eyes closed and as such she didnât see the playful look spread to his eyes as his smile somehow grew, encompassing his entire face.Â
âAnd with any luck,â Morgan shuffled to the bed made up on the floor. âPretty boy still had that condom I gave him.âÂ
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Jealous
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Pernille's a little jealous
Pernille wouldn't call herself a jealous person. She's never really wanted what others had. She's never looked at something someone has had and desperately wanted it for herself.
Similarly, she's never had a problem with people looking at Magda. She's never had a problem with fans fawning over her or some girl trying to dance with her at a club.
Pernille knows Magda loves her. She knows that Magda would never stray. They have you together. They've built a family together.
Pernille knows that you and her are the most important things in Magda's life.
Which is why it's strange that she's feeling jealous right now.
She'd just come in from training, hair slightly damp from the sudden rain shower that appeared and feeling glad she had sent you inside with Magda earlier.
Magda had cut her own session short after feeling a twinge in her ankle so went in to get it taped as a precaution.
The physio's office is where Pernille finds you and her now.
Magda's sitting in one of the beds, leg stretched outwards as one of the new physios massages her leg despite it being an ankle injury that sent her indoors.
You're in her lap and Magda's desperately trying to braid your hair back from where it's escaped from your hair tie.
She's not doing very well. Usually, she'll just throw it up into a ponytail and call it a day but Pernille thinks it's nice that Magda's trying so hard to give you a hairstyle that you'll really like.
It's a brief thought though as Pernille's eyes focus on the young physio.
She's talking to you in particular, nodding along as you babble about what you did last night and how Magda read your bedtime story and how you slept in her newest Sweden jersey.
The physio smiles at you before glancing up at Magda. "You're feeling really tight there, Mags. Really having to use all my strength here."
It's a blatant attempt at flirting as the physio bats her eyes a few times before letting out a groan of effort that could easily be sexual.
It makes Pernille's blood boil. One, because it's very obvious that she and Magda are together and two, that this new physio is using you to try and worm her way into Magda's heart.
She's fawning and cooing over you and Magda (poor, sweet, oblivious Magda) can't even tell.
That's the other annoying bit. Magda has no clue she's being flirted with and that really pisses Pernille off. It's not the first time something like this has happened before either.
Magda never knew when a girl was flirting with her. She never knew until they attempted to kiss her and Pernille had hoped that the years would have made Magda more aware of it happening but clearly not.
The physio giggles again and it takes everything in Pernille not to snap at her.
Instead, she plucks you off Magda's lap without saying anything, adjusting you so you're on her hip.
"I'm taking her home," She says, trying not to lose her temper as the physio inches her hands further up Magda's leg," The rain isn't going to let up anytime soon. Practice is postponed."
"Give me a few minutes," Magda says," We're nearly done here."
The physio pouts and it sends another bolt of anger down Pernille's spine. She doesn't like the way her hand it still on Magda's leg. It's inappropriate for work.
If Magda needs her leg massaged then Pernille would be happy to do it herself at home.
"I need to grab my bag." She says instead," If you're not by the car in five minutes then I'm leaving without you."
Momma walks off without Morsa, who scrambles away from the weird lady who was touching her.
You frown.
Momma doesn't talk to Morsa like that, all angry and annoyed. It's strange.
"Momma," You say as Momma grabs her bag and makes her way out to the car," Why's Morsa not coming with?"
Momma's jaw is clenched. You can tell.
"That's your Morsa's choice," Momma tells you as she straps you into your seat.
She slides into her chair just as Morsa comes running out the building.
She tries to open the passenger door but can't.
Momma's locked it.
"Pernille!" Magda bangs on the window. "Pernille, come on! I'm here!"
"You're late."
"I was just talking to Elizab-"
"Elizabeth!" Pernille snaps and your head ping pongs between them," Well, why don't you go back to talking to Elizabeth while you wait for your taxi to turn up!"
"Pernille! Really? Are we really going to argue right now? I don't even know what I've done wrong!"
"Then you've got lots of time on the trip home to work it out!"
Magda is silent for a while before it all seems to dawn on her. "Is this really about Elizabeth? Pernille-"
"You better not be about to tell me that it's all in my head! Her hands were way too high up to be a massage. In front of Princesse as well! In front of our child!"
"Let me in!" Magda says," I promise that I didn't realise! I thought she was just being helpful."
Pernille draws in a long breath. She knows that she's being irrational but sometimes these things just creep up on her.
She unlocks the car and Magda slips in.
"Hi, Morsa!" you chirp and she looks back to look at you.
"Hi, Princesse."
"Why'd Momma lock you out?"
Magda almost laughs as Pernille's hands clench around the steering wheel, pulling out of the parking spot and beginning to drive home.
"Well, I'm a little silly sometimes. Do you know what flirting is?"
You nod. "Like how Sam's girlfriend makes her feel all giggly and silly by talking to her."
"Exactly like that," Magda laughs," Well, Elizabeth was trying to flirt with me but I'm silly so I didn't notice."
"Oh," You say," That's bad because you're with Momma."
"That's right so that upset Momma a little bit," Magda continues," And when I didn't react to her flirting, she tried touching me to see if I was interested."
You frown. "Is that why she offered you the massage even though you hurt your ankle and not your knee?"
"That's-"
"She asked about it in front of Princesse?!" Pernille demands before this whole situation becomes a bit too funny for her liking. "And you didn't realise, Magda? God, how oblivious are you?"
Magda's cheeks go red with embarrassment. "Well," She says," I know you like me hot and oblivious. That way no one can take me from you."
Pernille full on laughs. "As if you would let yourself be taken."
"And Momma didn't like her touching you either?" You ask, your mind still trying to work out what has just happened.
"I didn't like it at all," Pernille says," And I was very annoyed that your Morsa let it happen."
The car is silent for a few minutes as you turn it over in your head before calling for Magda's attention again.
"You should tell Elizabeth that Momma will beat her up if she tries it again!"
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I love your writing so much. honestly I'm obsessed. Request for dark ethan landry smut only if you are comfortable. So the F reader have been having arguments with ethan and reader decides that she will breakup with ethan.
Ethan manipulates her to not breakup with him and gives her the most unforgettable night proving that he is the only man who can love and satisfy her.
Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!
can't get rid of me
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Pairing: (Manipulative!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)
Content Includes: (Smut, manipulation)
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The poor girl had had enough. Every day was a new opportunity for Ethan to argue with her about the smallest things. Today he was mad about an outfit she wore. Donât get it wrong, it hasn't always been like this. The two had dated for six months, and the first two, he was a sweet angel to her. He was half-forced to ask her out by his roommate, and she thought his shy mannerisms were adorable. Now she felt like she had to tiptoe around him, afraid he would grow angry with her.Â
âItâs just a dress, Eth.â She groaned, putting her forehead in the palm of her hands as she sat at the island in the kitchen. Ethan was pacing on the other side, getting worked up. Her dress, to him, was too revealing. It showed off an inappropriate amount of her breasts and ass, and he hated it. He hated the idea of other people being able to see her in this dress.Â
âItâs not just a fucking dress, Y/N. Your whole ass is out!â He yelled and gestured his hands to the bottom half of her. He sighed, taking a few breaths to calm himself. He rested his hands on his hips, and gave her a stern look. âTake it off.â
She squinted her eyes at him in a âwhat did you just say to me?â way. She was offended, but not surprised. âExcuse me?â She said.
His eyebrows raised, and he slid his hands onto the countertop, bending down to meet her at eye level. She hated the way he made her feel, even when he was being mean.
âI fucking said take it off. Iâm not playing,â
She registered his words, and she was silent for a few seconds, before responding, âIâm breaking up with you.âÂ
His eyes widened at her, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He threw his head back and started laughing. She looked bewildered as the brunet entered a laughing fit. That⌠wasnât the reaction she thought he would have at all.Â
âIâm serious.â She stated. He stopped laughing finally, and he walked around the island to her. She leaned back slightly as he bent down and grabbed her arm harshly.Â
âYou canât get rid of me that easily.â He whispered, his eyes full of arrogance.Â
âIâm tired of fighting with you. I donât wanna be with you anymore if this is what itâs going to be like.âÂ
He stared at her, and pulled her off the chair, over his shoulder. She began to protest, kicking her legs against his stomach harshly, and punched his back. âPut me down!â He kicked open the bedroom door, earning a loud thud as it hit the wall.Â
Ethan dropped her on the floor. She stumbled as she tried to fall gracefully, but she landed on her rear, placing her hands on the floor.Â
âEthan!â She yelled at him. He only started to undo his belt, seductively looking down at her. She pressed her thighs together at the sight. She felt full of shame for feeling this way, for someone as abusive as Ethan.Â
He bent down and ducked his head at her as he slid off the belt from his pant loops. âYouâre not allowed to break up with me,â He whispered his harsh words in a sweet tone that dripped out of his mouth like molasses. He softly smiled at her, and he reached to her face to run his palm along her jawline.Â
âIâm notâŚâallowedâ?â She reiterated, offended. He nodded, dumbly, and gave her a sweet kiss on her nose.
âNo one will ever love you the way I do, and Iâll prove it.â Ethan whispered in her ear. She didnât have time to figure out what he meant, before he swiftly lifted her up once more, and threw her on the bed. Ethan crawled on top of her, taking his shirt off in the process. Her eyes flicked down to his toned abs, something she always craved about him. He leaned down and kissed her neck, saliva dripping from his mouth. âYou canât break up with me, because no one will love you. Iâll make sure no one loves you.âÂ
She softly whined, not caring about his words, but wrapped her legs around his waist. He shoved her legs off of him and tutted. âYou think Iâm gonna let you take me like that? Roll over.â Ethan commanded.Â
When she didnât move, Ethan grabbed her hips, accidentally scratching her skin in the process. He flipped her over, causing her to gasp, and set her on her stomach. He held both of her wrists together behind her back with his hand. She gulped, nervously waiting for Ethan to continue.Â
âYou wanna dress like a whore?â Ethan rhetorically asked, tracing his free hand over the hem of her dress. He was right, it didnât cover much of her, her pussy shown covered by a pair of dainty pink panties. He hummed to himself, applying pressure to her heat with his thumb. Slowly, he unzipped his jeans, taking his already hard dick out. âThen Iâll fuck you like one.â
It happened quickly, Ethan pulled her panties to the side, lifted her hips up, and slid his dick all the way inside of her. She audibly moaned at the burn of the stretch. Ethan didnât wait, he rammed himself all the way in, and all the way out. She cried at the harsh pace, her cries being muffled by the pillows. Ethan only softly groaned, closing his eyes at her walls tightly hugging around his cock. She felt every vein, every drop of precum, and she wanted even more. Ethan rested his hand on the back of her neck, steadying himself as he continued to thrust.
âP-PleaseâŚEthâŚâ She whimpered. Her mascara ran down onto the pillows as she looked behind to Ethan.Â
He only grunted in response, and he moved his hips at a faster pace. His hips slapped against her ass, turning it red from the contact.Â
âFucking take it, bitch,â he huffed, slapping her ass cheek. She whined, and Ethan moved his hand up to her hair, grabbing a fist-full. âFuck,â he moaned, throwing his head back.Â
Her whole body shook as Ethan continued to ram into her, and tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. She squeezed and arched, her body completely full of bliss. Ethan leaned down, pressing his chest against her back, still moving his hips against her ass.Â
âAh- Oh,â he moaned in her ear. His hips stuttered, but continued at a rough pace. She heard him curse softly into her ear, and suddenly felt a warm liquid spurt inside of her. She felt warm, she felt dirty.
Ethan continued to thrust, reaching his hand underneath her sweaty body.Â
âWhat are you-â She asked, before cutting herself off with a gasp. His middle finger quickly rubbed against her clit, and he grunted as he thrusted more.Â
He shoved two fingers in her mouth, causing her to gag. Her eyes rolled back at the overstimulation. Maybe Ethan was right, maybe no one else could make her feel this way. She moaned his name loudly as she came around him. Ethan sighed with satisfaction, dryly chuckling as he pulled out and saw the two white liquids mixing together. He dragged his finger along her slick, making her gasp, and he sucked on his finger, consuming the liquid. He smirked down at her, at her fucked out face. He leaned his head down by hers, and kissed her.Â
âNext time you try to break up with me, I wonât be so nice.â
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Part 5
Warnings: Sex (inappropriate use of scythes), murder, blood play, the usual
Your breath caught in your throat and he looked at you expectantly. You were still shocked that he had spoken at all. Were you imagining it?Â
"K-Kamazo."
He buried his face in your hair and groaned, "Good girl."
You shivered at the praise. You had done well to take care of him and remain by his side instead of taking the opportunity to flee. The reward was finally getting to hear his voice. That's how you associated it anyway.Â
The man, Kamazo, continued to knead the fleshier parts of you, your thigh, your hip, your breasts. He tried to knead your stomach, too, but there wasn't much there yet. He seemed to let out a semi-disappointed huff before nuzzling back into your neck. Whenever you were snuggled up to him, he tended to rest his hand on your stomach. Sometimes he rested his head on your tummy, also. You thought maybe he had a bit of a thing for tummies, and other soft parts. His snores gradually manifested as you lay with him. You felt more comfortable if he fell asleep first, nervous about what he might do while you slept.Â
The next day, Kamazo decided it was best to move again. The next place was basically the same deal as the previous, obviously used as a brothel by most. Kamazo didn't like to go out in the daytime, preferring to move by night. You didn't really know who or what he was hiding from. Someone was helping him hide, as he seemed to have a special relationship with some of the inn owners, never having to pay them. They probably worked for the same people that the man did. You were still unclear on what he actually did when he left you alone, other than kill people. Was he killing people because he had to in order to do his job or was that his job? Was it for fun?Â
For the next few days, you were, again, remanded to the room. Again, with nothing to do. He hadn't spoken again either. The next time he tried to leave, you tugged on his sleeve ever so lightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes. It felt strange to talk to him when he didn't speak, so you had kept silent. Kamazo paused, considering you. He moved to the side, allowing you to go through the doorway first. You honestly didn't expect him to concede that easily. As you walked out of the inn, lecherous gazes followed. You startled slightly as Kamazo put a possessive hand on your shoulder. It was enough to stop most, but one particularly drunk man paid it no mind, walking right up to you.
"Who do you belong to, little whore? I wouldn't mind a turn next, if you wouldn't mind telling me who owns you. Just like I like them, scrawny and pathetic looking," the man said, reaching out to touch your hair.
Kamazo grabbed the man's wrist faster than you could see, narrowing his eyes in disgust. "This one... is mine."
"I take it you're her master, eh? How much? I can pay well. I can even take her off your hands for good."
You heard a splintering crack and the man was brought to his knees screaming in pain.Â
Kamazo released the man's wrist, now broken and bruised. "Only mine." His eyes slid to yours, as if to say "Isn't that right?".
You subtly nodded as your cheeks heated up, completely flustered by his words. You avoided looking at the injured man, likely to vomit if you stared at his twisted, deformed wrist any longer. Kamazo continued to guide you along with his hand on your shoulder. No one else bothered you after that. His grip loosened little by little as you walked on, hand eventually falling to his side. You were distracted by all the lights, sounds, and smells of the city. You didn't properly get to experience it the last time you were there. Every so often you lingered around one of the food stalls, trying to imagine what these curious looking foods would taste like. Sometimes you paused to look at some of the things vendors were selling, dazzled by the brilliant colors and skillful creation of the little knick knacks. You suddenly remembered that Kamazo probably had a job to do and you were holding him up. Your eyes searched for him in a panic, afraid you might be angering him by holding him up. But when your eyes found him, he was simply watching you, lazily walking along. You realized he was following you, no longer leading you anywhere in particular.
Heat rushed to your cheeks again, embarrassed that you were so interested in these stupid little things. He probably thought you were pathetic, just like the man from earlier had said. A grown adult woman shouldn't be intrigued by something so childish. You had never seen anything like them and were amazed that someone had made these intricate crafts and sculptures. Bashfully, you returned to Kamazo's side. He hadn't done or said anything, yet you still felt guilty for straying, especially since you should be on your best behavior for being allowed out. You didn't want to mess it up, or he might not let you tag along again. Your eyes flicked up at him periodically, discreetly trying to see if there was any annoyance on his face. On the last glance, your eyes accidentally locked with his, and you quickly looked away.Â
The man, Kamazo, paused at one of the stalls and handed you some kind of meat on a stick. At first, you took dainty bites, but the hunger took over and you were ripping big chunks out of it soon enough. It was delicious. How long had you been missing out on how good food could really be? You walked and ate, noticing you were headed away from the center of town, out towards one of the neighboring offshoots. Kamazo guided you once again, steering you towards one of the alleys. What was he doing? Maybe he only let you come because his plan was to kill you. He sensed your unease and gave you a single reassuring pat on the shoulder he held. He led you to a random barrel, one of many in the alley. Unceremoniously, he lifted the lid, picked you up, and plopped you into it. Kamazo grabbed your hand and put something into it. Then he brought his finger to his lips and nodded to the thing in your hand. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. Cautiously, you looked at the thing in your hand.Â
It was a small, light object. An acorn? Not quite. It didn't have a stem, but it did have a tail. It was wooden, painted gray and pink. It was... a mouse? It was a tiny, wooden mouse. You looked at Kamazo, who repeated the gesture, and shut the lid gently, leaving you in darkness. You strained to look through a crack in the wooden barrel, but he was already gone. You held the tiny figurine in the palm of your hand. He wanted you to be quiet as a mouse, that much was clear. But what brought tears to your eyes was the fact that no one had ever paid that much attention to you. When you had stopped to peer at the various things stalls had to offer, this particular figure had caught your attention. It was the smallest figure on the table, hidden by so many other bigger, brighter ones. Maybe you felt a kindred spirit in it, but you had been drawn to it. Kamazo must have been watching you. He wasn't only watching you, though. He was paying attention to everything you did. And even if it was out of suspicion or wariness, it still made you feel special, not even special, just human. Where everyone up to this point in your life saw you as dirt, he saw you as human.
Kamazo was gone for a long time. You dozed on and off while you waited for him, readjusting your position in the cramped barrel periodically, the little wooden mouse tucked safely away in your clothing. You were startled awake by being lifted out of the barrel and thrown over the shoulder of the man. He was a little rough in his handling of you. He smelled like sweat and blood, and it was clear why. His clothes were damp and stained. At first you thought his wound reopened, but it was fine. It wasn't his own blood that was splattered across him. His breathing was heavy but not in a way that suggested exhaustion.
Kamazo brought you to a seemingly abandoned portion of town. He was rough in setting you down, practically vaulting you from his shoulder. Buildings were in disrepair and not a soul was present in the streets. You looked around and back at him, confused about why you were there. He had a scythe in each hand and his grip was shifting on them both. You could see dark red stains coating hm even in the moon light. His expression made you uneasy. There was a hunger behind it, something that wasn't really him, something darker. You were right. Maybe he was really leading you out here to kill you. But why would he when he fed you and gave you a gift? You didn't understand. You were questioning whether you thought he would really hurt you or not when you felt a sting on your cheek. He hadn't moved, or at least you didn't see it. Your fingers touched your cheek and pulled away covered in scarlet blood. Your heartbeat pounded and flew into your throat and your legs felt like they were frozen. He could have decapitated you if he wanted to, or spilled your guts into the dirt, but he hadn't. He wanted to play with his prey.Â
He took a step toward you and you bolted in the opposite direction, heading towards one of the buildings, thinking you could hide. You couldn't even feel your legs moving. Your body was running on autopilot, pulling from survival instinct. He wasn't chasing you yet, but you heard his eerie laugh echo louder and louder, and heard the metallic drag of his scythes against each other. Why now? Why now was he choosing to hurt you? You didn't have time to think about it. All you thought about was getting somewhere safe. You ran around the back of a building, away from his line of sight, and went inside a different one. Quickly, you searched for a refuge, and found one in a small closet. You put your hand over your mouth to silence your loud breathing.Â
You thought, perhaps naively, that he was warming up to you, or possibly the other way around. You were wrong for not running away sooner. You were shaking with fear. Your mouth ran dry and tears wouldn't even show themselves, for fear of being caught. There was the slightest creak of wood. That was the only sound you heard before the door in front of you splintered to pieces. Without thinking, you dove under him, through his legs, and ran as fast as you could. This time you could hear him behind you. He seemed to get within grabbing distance and then lag, toying with you. At any second he could grab you, but it never came. You kept running and running, never far enough ahead of him to run into a new hiding spot. You could feel the wind from his blades right behind you. If you slowed down, he would render you into ribbons. Your throat and lungs burned with exertion. Finally, you turned down an alley and had just enough time to see an open window to dive through. You thought you had escaped when a hand closed around your ankle, jerking you back into the alleyway. On the way out, you hit your head firmly on the side of the window, dazing you.Â
Your body went limp and your head swam. You were being maneuvered like a doll into place, bent over an old crate. After all the running, you were too tired to put up much of a fight. You doubted you would even have the energy to walk. A cool, metal line was pressed into the back of your neck, the dull edge of Kamazo's scythe. The chilled wind hit your backside as fabric was pushed up onto your lower back. Your entire body tensed as Kamazo's hand groped your ass. It sounded sick, yet you were glad it was him and not some other stranger.
Kamazo spit on your bared pussy. Something cylindrical was pressed into your folds. It was cool and smooth. Kamazo's hand grabbed your hip and pulled you against it, rubbing your clit against its firm surface as it slid between your lips. You soon realized it was his other scythe. It was braced between his shoulder and the crate while your weight kept it in place. His other scythe was still being threatening pressed against the back of your neck so that you would stay still. You heard his heavy breaths as he continued to drag your folds over the shaft of his weapon. Its pressure against your clit was unrelenting. Your body was reacting naturally to the sensations. You felt the handle become slicker as you were forcefully ground against it. The pressure in your lower stomach was building shamefully quickly. The friction felt unbelievably good, especially since you had been worked up a few days back and never met your release. You whined and squirmed, unwilling to give in like this, even if your body wanted to. Your head was clearing and although you were out of physical fight, you still had some mental fight left, or you thought you did.
Kamazo laughed behind you, the signature laugh of the cursed fruit. He stilled your hips, creating that same disappointing feeling you had when you were left unfinished before. Before you realized you were doing it, you were moving your hips on your own, desperate to get that friction back. How sad that you gave in that quickly, reduced to an animal in heat. If he was going to kill you anyway, what would be the harm in getting yourself off one more time? Right? Did you hit your head that hard? Was it only lust? Kamazo sucked in a breath and groaned as he watched you. Even if he had planned on killing you, how could he not want to keep such a cute, weak, compliant thing?
He helped you out, pushing the shaft harder against you and supporting your hips. Once he felt the rhythm you had worked into, he helped you move as well. Your whimpers were tired and weak. The feeling of the scythe's handle sliding against you was driving you wild. Your cunt clenched onto nothing as it begged to be filled. Maybe you would beg for that, too. You were kidding yourself if you claimed to have dignity. You turned your head as much as you could so you could look a him, hoping your eyes were enough to tell him what you wanted. You couldn't say it out loud.
Kamazo leaned down, drawing his tongue across the wound he made on your cheek. He licked the blood slowly from your skin, growling an approval. The scythe against the back of your neck disappeared and was replaced with his hand gripping it. His tongue continued up your cheek to your ear and sucked at the lobe. His breath tickled the skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps. Another laugh from him made you shiver. It was uncomfortable hearing it that closely, and yet it was turning you on. Maybe you liked the danger, or maybe it was the power he had over you. Either way, the was a fire burning in your core and you were close to releasing it. Â
His grip tightened around your neck briefly before sliding to your hair and pulling it to the side, forcing your head to turn further so that he could see your face. Your gaze was completely locked on to his. You couldn't look away from him. It was hard to visualize him fully from this angle, but you could see the way he looked down at you, like you were his prize, his toy. He didn't look at you like you were nothing. He looked at you like a possession. He owned you. It was clear now if it wasn't before. If he wanted to play these games with you, you would let him, no, you would happily play along, just to be looked at like you were something.Â
The sounds that escaped your mouth grew louder even through your exhaustion, to the point where Kamazo covered your mouth with his hand. All your squealing was muffled by his massive hand that reeked of blood. You were so close to the edge, he could probably feel the muscles of your legs twitch as he supported your hips. Grinding against the pole of his scythe while he watched you wantonly chase after your release was humiliating, yet it finally pushed you to your climax. Kamazo removed his hand to hear you cry out and you couldn't help but whine his name when your eyes rolled back. Waves of pleasure and tingling warmth flooded your body from your core to your fingertips. Your entire body went limp as you gave in to the orgasm.Â
You were only vaguely aware of Kamazo shifting behind you, too overwhelmed with the aftershocks of your orgasm to care what he was doing. Now there was something else cylindrical sliding between your folds, but it was his own shaft this time and not his weapon's. You expected that he might warm you up with his fingers, but he had other thoughts. His tip pressed into your entrance, making your toes curl in anticipation. You started to regret your eagerness and haste to have him inside you when he pressed further inside. You were plenty wet and willing from cumming, yet his size was larger than anything you had had before and there was a burning stretch to emphasize that. You squirmed and mewled at the discomfort, prompting Kamazo to push two fingers into your mouth as a gag. Your hands were clenched into fists. He pushed further inside, letting his own moans fall from his lips. You could feel him barely restrain his instinct to thrust right away, pulling out just a little bit only to sink back in.Â
You were stuffed full as he bottomed out. There were only a few seconds spent letting you accommodate to his size, which you were grateful for, though you could have used a minute or two longer. Stuffing your mouth with his fingers was swiftly forgotten as he grabbed your hips with both hands in a bruising grip and roughly fucked into you. He fucked you fast and hard, clearly having lost any patience he had watching you cum on his scythe. It stung at first and quickly converted into pleasure as his cock bullied places you didn't even know you had. He was lost focusing on his own release, yet he was inadvertently pushing you towards another of your own. Every pump of his hips was tightening the coil in your abdomen again and you found yourself meeting his hips with your own.
"P-please. More," you pleaded, so close to another climax.
Kamazo answered with a laugh, though it was interrupted by pants and grunts.
A string of curses fell from your mouth, nearing your end. "I'm- I'm-."
The sentence couldn't be finished, cut off by your moans as you came. This time your cunt had something to clench down on, pulling moans from Kamazo also. Your walls fluttered around him and the inside of your thighs became wet, however it was unclear whose fluids they were wet with because as you came, Kamazo shot his own load inside you. His hips stuttered and his balls tightened, body folding over yours in the throes of his own climax. He had meant to finish on your back, the grip of your pussy being too irresistible to contend with, and instead painted your walls with his seed.Â
He rested his forehead against your back while he caught his breath, his hands rubbing your hips to soothe where he had no doubt left bruises. The comforting gesture was unexpected to say the least, especially since you assumed he was just going to kill you afterward anyway. Several minutes went by with only the sound of panting taking up the night. Kamazo laughed and pulled out, straightening out his clothing. Then he did the same for you and helped you to your feet, catching you as your knees buckled. Your legs were shaking from the combination of running and holding you up against the crate for so long. He gave you a moment to steady yourself. You tried walking a few steps without much success. Your legs were like jelly, your cunt was a little sore, and you were trying not to let all the cum run down your legs.Â
Without protest from you, Kamazo scooped you up bridal style and headed in the direction of the inn. Your eyes held a lot of questions as you gazed at him. That dark look had disappeared from his face. You still weren't sure what he planned for you. Every time you thought he would kill you, he didn't, and every time you thought he might have a soft spot, he did something frightening. Kamazo glanced down at you and ran his thumb over your cheek. He acted like he was going to lick it off, but put it to your lips instead. It had a smear of your blood on it. Shyly, you flicked your tongue out and cleaned it from his thumb, eyes averting from his own.
"I'm not going to kill you."Â
Your eyebrows furrowed together. It was unsettling how perceptive he was, like he knew what you were thinking. To your disappointment, he did not offer any elaboration.Â
After several minutes you worked up enough courage to ask, "Why?"
Kamazo didn't answer, though he let out another laugh, one that sounded sad.Â
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part 4 (final part) (part 3,) (part 2), (part 1)
summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.
a/n: this is the last part of the series so it will be a little longer, took alot of mental strength to finish this series haha.
warnings: smut, car sex, angst, fluff, swearing
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previously
"saw you two last night." she says, her arms folded.
my stomach drops. "jessie wants you two in her office, such a shame that you have to go home so early, you were only here for such a small amount of time! guess someone didn't read the no romance between staff rule.." she tuts.
"god, i feel soo sorry for you guys, also gonna fail business class cause you couldn't even keep a job here." she says in a fake sympathetic tone. tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall.
"oh well, go on get dressed and pack your bags, better to be prepared before you see jessie." she sighs before walking out of our cabin.
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as soon as dani leaves our cabin i jump out of bed, on the brink of tears. "come here." matt says, walking over to me and holding his arms out. I walk over to him, he pulls me into a tight hug as he rubs my back.
"matt." i say, my voice shaky.
"i know i know." he reassures, whispering into my hair.
"i can't even believe this, we're about to get kicked out of summer camp all because of danielle, i'm about to fail final year business which will ruin my collage application-"
i ramble, but i'm cut off by his lips meeting mine.
after a few seconds he quickly pulls away, running a hand through his hair. "look y/n, none of this shouldve happened, we should just stay as friends yeah?" he says softly
friends?
my heart sinks, he regrets everything? like i mean everything?
we should just stay as friends..?
my face visibly drops, the cabin grows silent as matt just looks at me.
i clear my throat, trying not to cry for the 2nd time this morning. "i'm gonna get dressed." i say, my voice shaky, barely above a whisper.
i grab some low rise denim shorts and a tank top, getting changed in the corner of the cabin as matt packs his things.
"lets go, jess is probably waiting in her office for us." matt mumbles, opening the door to the cabin and stepping out into the fresh morning air.
the walk down to the main building is silent, the awkward tension still present.
as i step inside jessie is waiting, her arms folded. "wont you two please come inside in my office." she says, opening the door into her office. me and matt walk inside.
dani is sitting there, looking guilty.
me and matt share a confused look before sitting down on a couch,
jessie comes inside, sitting down aswell as she starts.
"i assume you both know why you're here?" jessie asks, looking at me and matt mutiple times.
we both stay silent, trying to think of what to say
"well clearly not, your here because of the incident with y/n and dani, i am aware a few days ago there was a fight in the bathrooms over matthew."
i almost cry from relief, this wasn't about me and matt fucking in the bushes. i look over at matt, hes running a hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief.
"last night, dani came to me, saying she saw you two partaking in inappropriate activites."
shit.
"like what.." matt asks softly.
"well dani told me you two were making out in the shed." jessie says, crossing her arms
thank god.
"i am choosing not to do anything serious about this incident, but i will be moving dani to the puffer fish staff group, meaning you will not see her for the rest of the summer to prevent anymore physical fights." jessie says calmly.
dani scoffs "the fuck are you on jessie? move y/n away, i did nothing wrong, they were the ones kissing?" she says, throwing her hands up.
"dani. go pack your bags and move into the pufferfish staff cabins now." jessie says, clear irritaion in her voice.
dani stands up, glaring at matt, she storms out of jessies office.
"and for you two, no more intimacy or i will seperate you two aswell" jessie declares.
(5 weeks later)
ever since the meeting with jessie, me and matt have stayed friends, we didnt discuss the makeouts, or the spontaneous hook up. we've just been acting as friends, i hate to admit it, but i think im inlove with matt.
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its the last day of summercamp, all the staff at the camp are sitting around the campfire, loud chatter fills the summer air as i sit next to matt.
theres around 25 staff members all gathered around the fire, matt's sitting on a foldout chair, im sitting on his lap laying myself against him. my head is resting on his shoulder as his breathing lifts me up and down slightly.
"matt.." i whisper, he moves his head to look at me.
"yeah?" he says softly, the light from the fire illuminates his face, he looks unbearably good.
"i really need to say something." i mumble, looking into his eyes. he nods understandably, maintaining eye contact with me.
i start to feel my heart beat faster,
i mean, if he liked me once he can like me again?
"i dont want to just be friends matt, i never moved on 5 weeks ago, quite frankly i think im inlove with everything about you." i ramble, matts eyes widen. i feel his body tense under me.
"you are?" he says, his voice barely audible.
"yes.. and i'm tired of pretending im not because of this stupid no camp staff romance shit." i say, looking directly into his eyes.
"i really want to kiss you right now." he says softly.
"you do?"
he awnsers my question, his lips press gently against mine for a couple seconds. he pulls away and looks around, nobody saw us, execpt for jessie.
jessie just smiles and shakes her head, theres no point in her doing anything giving that tomorrow we'll all be gone.
(The next day 8:30am)
i wake up, xaiver is still sound asleep, i get out of bed and walk over to him, tapping him lightly, as soon as he wakes up and is aware of where he is he bursts into sobs. i take a step back.
"sorry" he sniffles, "im just gonna miss you so much y/n, you've made dealing with 25 kids per day worth it, and youve helped me through getting over all my stupid boy crushes who rejected me." he says,
i giggle slightly, "love ya xaiver, you've been the best cabin roomate." i say giving him a hug. "don't cry please, ill see you when were home okay, i gave you my number and adress we'll still see eachother!" i say, trying to cheer him up.
he nods before getting out of bed and stripping the purple silk bedsheets off the matress, still sniffling.
i finished packing last night, so i help xaiver pack his bed.
i hold up a condom wrapper "why the FUCK is this under your bed xaiver." i say laughing, he slams a hand over his mouth.
"can i be honest" he says, a large smile spread across his face.
"oh my godd who did you fuck!" i giggle, throwing the wrapper at him
"lincoln." he says bluntly
i scream "matt's roommate!?" i yell, he slams a hand over my mouth.
"since when was he gay?' i whisper, xaiver shrugs "i dont know!!" he says, his face bright pink.
after a few minutes of helping xaiver pack while bullying him, the cabin was empty, clear of clutter. "you ready to go?" i say softly, he nods, we walk out of our cabin for the last time. i sigh as i approach matts cabin, hes waiting outside with lincoln, his suitcase in hand.
i whisper to xaiver "i can never look at lincoln the same."
as i approach matt he rushes over to grab my bag, i give everyone one last goodbye hug before matt takes me towards the carpark,
his car is still there, covered in leaves from the trees above. matt opens the trunk, throwing it in before getting in the drivers side. silence grows in his car before i start-
"that was one eventful summer." i say, a small smirk tugging at my lips.
he leans over and pulls me into a passionate kiss. "ready to get going?" he says, pulling away and putting on his seatbelt.
"yeah i think so!" i smile, as he turns on the car, pulling out of the carpark into the highway.
after 30 minutes of driving, and talking about the summer, matt starts to grow stressed, i know he has quite bad driving anxiety so i keep patient with him. "shit" he whispers under his breath as he changes lanes.
he grips the steering wheel so tight his knuckles go white.
"hey when you have time can we pull over for a second?" i ask quietly, he nod, pulling over into an empty parking lot with a sigh. i tie up my hair and crawl over the cup holder onto his lap. his eyes widen as he looks at me.
"you seem a little stressed yeah?" i say, moving off him and onto the car floor between his legs.
he nods, "mhm.." he says, staring down at me.
i hook a finger around the waistband of his shorts, his breathing intesifys as i slowly pull them down to his ankles, a large tent forms on his boxers. "please.." he whispers
"please what?" i tease
"touch me.." matt says, rubbing his eyes slightly out of embarrasment.
i pull down his boxers at an agonisingly slow pace, his dick springs out, resting on his stomach.
i rub his tip softly, matt bucks his hips up, desperate for more. without much warning i open my mouth, breathing on his throbbing length. i slowly lower my mouth onto the head of his cock, he lets out a long groan of pleasure as i swirl my tongue around his tip.
"feels so good-.." he manages to string together as i lick a line from his base to just under his tip, he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. with my spare hand i pull off my panties, leaving me bare under my skirt.
i bob my head up and down faster on his length, he squeezes the door handle for any kind of support as his dick twitches. he unexpectedly realeases into my mouth "shit..-" he says, still out of breath. he holds a hand out infront of my mouth. "spit it out" he laughs, his cheeks red and sweat present on his forehead.
i spit it out into his hand, "gross" he mumbles, wiping his hand on a napkin. i sit back up onto his lap, his eyes widen "where did your panties go.." he says maintaining eye contact.
i hover up above his length, supporting myself on the headrest behind matt. "i dont know-.." he says, still recovering from his past orgasm. "you're okay." i say, sinking down onto him, he lets out a breathy whimper as he holds my hips. i sit for a minute at his base, adjusting to his size.
i slowly bounce up and down on his length, quickening my pace each time, matt squeezes his eyes shut, "fuck fuck fuck.." he says, growing overstimulated. "you're okay." i assure him as i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snaps as i collapse on his chest. he pants, realeasing inside of me aswell.
(2 years later)
when me and matt arrived home from summer camp 2 years ago, we made it official, after a year i moved into his house with his triplet brothers, i slept in matts room for the whole 2 years. after a year or so he started a youtube channel, i was in some of the videos and i loved it. i stuck with matt the whole time, even through his worst times.
Im sitting on matts bed as he bursts through the door, almost crying laughing "matt what!!" i say, a smile tugging at my lips.
"you'll never believe it." he says collapsing down next to me.
"tell me!" i say, grabbing his hand.
"lakeside summer camp are hiring staff members for the summer, jessie just emailed me, saying she would love for me to come."
"you're joking." i say, i haven't heard several of those words in years.
"we should totally go, i mean you know what came out of it last time!"
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hhhhhollyyy shit finally finished, took me wayyy to long but gilmore girls got me through it. hope you guys liked this. this will also be my last post for a little bit cause school is starting in 2 days and ill be too tired out in the first few days to write.
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"I'll always love you" pt 2
Pt 1. Pt 3, Pt 4
Mattheo Riddle Ă fem!reader
Theodore nott Ă fem!reader (ex)
Warning: smut, fluff, 18+, minors stay away!
Not a proof read!
Summary: waking up in strangers bed isn't probably the best idea of moving on right? Or is it?
I woke up in an unfamiliar room with a bad headache. Looking over my side I saw a man sleeping peacefully, naked? I looked at myself and realised I too was naked.
"fuck" i mumbled and went to look for my clothes but they were no where to be found, suddenly a voice came making me flinch "you're clothes aren't there" I turned to see that guy rubbing his eyes trying to open them, "look away!" I scolded him while covering my self with a towel that I found on the chair.
"nothing I haven't seen before" he said with a smirk. How can someone be this handsome? "Anyways the clothes are probably laying in bathroom, covered in water, I'll give you a warm bath and my clothes to wear, and I can't leave you empty stomach, so we'll grab brunch and then I'll drop you at your home" he said while going in bathroom leaving me dumbfounded.
Is that what you do to your one night stand?
"come on the bath is ready!" I heard him saying, I tried to walk but the pain in my abdomen was killing me, last night must be rough, as I didn't entered the bathroom immediately he came and saw me stumbling, he chuckled and picked me up, "hey I can walk you know!" I shouted in protest, "yeah I saw that" he smiled at me and walked towards the bathroom.
He helped me take a bath and this time I didn't protested because I was so tired, that i barely remember last night.
"By the way, what's your name?" I asked him as me massaged my back "Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle" he answered and massaged my back harder earning a moan from me.
As his hands travelled my back i couldn't help but think of very inappropriate thoughts.
"you were crying very bad yesterday" he told me, as I was sitting in his lap he couldn't see my face so he tried to peek to take a look, "yeah my apparent love of my life got married to someone else" I told him with no emotions, I just couldn't feel anything, I guess the one night stand and vodka did worked.
"ohh" was all he said, and his hands moved to my neck, and my breath started to feel heavier with each moment passing by, i turned around, and looked into his eyes.
My hands trailing his perfectly cut abs, his broad shoulders, his chest and abdomen. He looked at me with eyes filled with mixed emotions, and said "are you sure?" "Never been more sure in my life" i answered and pulled our lips closer, they didn't touched but lingered on eachother, our breath started to become heavier, i pulled back looking into his eyes, and pulled closer again, with a frustrating groan he finally attached our lips and kissed me with desire.
His hands travelled to knead my breast and my hands travelled to his back leaving marks with my nails, his lips moved slowly to my neck and I gave him more space to mark his territory.
Soon his lips were on my nipple, nibbling and sucking them with one hand paying attention to my other breast. His one hand trailing my body trying to memorize it "you're so beautiful" he said and i blushed.
I grinned on his hard boner earing a moan from him, fuck so beautiful. I needed him.
"Mattheo- oh my" i moaned as he bit my nipple. "I'm going to enter you" he told me before slowly slipping his dick into my folds, "Matty!" I moaned as I felt him into me.
"What did you called me?" He spoke while looking into my eyes, "Mattheo?" I answered him with confusion, "no the other name" and realisation hit me brain "Matty?" I answered "yeah call me again" he said and thrusted into me few times, pulling in and out, after sometime I felt my orgasm coming near, i moan his nickname as pleasure rode me over "Matty I'm gonna cum" i warned his before cumming all over his dick, "I'm gonna cum too" he said and I told him "cum inside me" he gave me a are you sure? Look and I nodded, and just like that he came inside me.
We tried catching our breath "that was-" before he could finished i answered for him "amazing".
He cleaned both of us gave me his cloth and took me to brunch. "So tell me about yesterday I forgot everything" i said while eating my food, he chuckled "you came into bar and drank vodka like a madman, i came and sat by your side and told you to slow down, but you insisted and told me you had the worst day of your life, and then you told me to help you forget it and that's how we landed in my bed" he shrugged and i felt embarrassed "oh my" that's all I could say.
We talked the entire brunch and it felt amazing, it felt so refreshing that I wish the day wouldn't end, but it was time for me to go home, he opened the door for me and I sat into his car, I turned the radio on and played Taylor Swift, to my surprise he knew the songs, "you listen to Taylor?" I asked him curiously "i do, i love her" he answered while looking over me, we jammed the entire ride and felt him stealing glances at me.
We arrived at my house and he opened the car door for me, I was about to leave but I turned around and called his name "Mattheo!" He turned and looked at me smiling "yeah?" "It was nice meeting you. Mind exchanging phone numbers?" I asked him grinning like a child, he chuckled "i thought you'd never ask" we exchanged our numbers and hugged eachother, "we'll meet this weekend?" He asked me "a date?" I looked at him teasingly "A date! Be ready at 6" he answered and i chuckled at him.
I laid on my bed thinking about the events that occurred in past 2 days. I am moving on. I smiled at myself and my phone vibrated, i looked at the text it said
Unknown
Matty here! Be ready at 6 on Saturday I'll pick you up ;)
I laughed and answered
Me
Sure ;)
And yeah I'm officially going crazy.
Thought it was being long so I decided to end it here! If you want a part 3 with Theodore's encounter let me know!
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My New Boss (e.o)
Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap đ¤ y/n is 22 lizzie is 34
Did ya miss me đđ sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then âđť
Y/ns POV:
I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.
As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.
8 hours later:
I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.
AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss đ¤ I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes đ đ requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k
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(I made an X reader based on a dream I actually had.) Since you are using a translator, there is a possibility that inappropriate expressions are used. )
You were standing in the hallway. You'll notice that the building you recognize is the elementary school you used to attend.
You will slowly explore the inside of the school, unlike the real elementary school, the elementary school in the dream will have different arrangements of objects and the color of the lockers. It was so quiet that it seemed like a ruin. There is no one to step in your footsteps but you.
You came to the classroom you were using. The paint on the door is slightly peeling and has deteriorated.
You open the door with a little disgust, the door is rusty or does not open smoothly.
You have finally opened the door. When you look at the classroom, there is already someone in the classroom where you should be alone.
You're one of those fans who enjoys Lanfren in the real world, and seeing that person already in the classroom reminded you of who that person is.is is...Satoru
Yes, it was Satoru who was there. But you realize it's strange, because Satoru is a person who only appears in Randall's dreams. You're not Randall, so it was inexplicable for Satoru to appear in your dreams.
When you plucked up the courage to talk to Satoru, Satoru looked at you with dark eyes. You were involuntarily speechless.
Satoru smiled and said, "Don't stay in that place, come here." Since there is no one else here but you, you obediently obey his words.
Satoru sits in a seat at the end of the classroom, right next to the window. Outside the window was a strange scenery that seemed to be a mixture of day, evening and night, purple clouds floating.
Satoru pulled the chair next to him and said, "Sit here." You see the cutter in his hand, and you are terrified, but you sit in the chair in fear because you don't know what will happen to you if you don't obey.
"You're hungry, don't you thinkďźâ
You answer, "No, I'm not hungry.
Satoru didn't change his expression and said, "Oh, really?" I said. You get impatient, thinking that you made a mistake in your response, but when Satoru sees you, he laughs and says, "Don't be so nervous, this is how I got to see you again.
Frightened, she asked, "Why did you come to see me?" I asked. I ask. Satoru looked a little surprised, but soon smiled as usual, "I didn't come to your dream, you made me, do you think the real me will leave Dal's dream?" He touched your hand. His hands were very cold.
Satoru grabbed your hand with a cold hand. I said, "If you stay with me like this in my dreams all the time, I can be real, and you will be with me forever, right.
His eyes were like deep darkness. You can see your reflection in his wide-open eyes.
You say, "I can't do that, I'm living in the real world, I have a lot to do, so I can't live in a dream with you all the time." I said. Your voice was trembling as you were terrified of Satoru in front of you.
Hearing this, Satoru lost his smile and said, "Okay, it's okay, I thought you would stay with me." While saying this, I took out the blade of the box cutter.
"Will you stay with me?" Satoru asks you again, you tremble and say NO
Satoru looked down and said. "Then I'm going to make sure you can't go back to reality, there are a few ways to do it." I said. You get scared and run away from the scene. But because of the proximity to him, he quickly caught up with me, and a warm liquid overflowed from his neck. Perhaps you were stabbed in the neck by him.
You're kind of sleepy, just before you close your eyelids, Satoru says, "This method doesn't seem to work, next time... I'm going to get her pregnant. Then next time, you won't be able to go back to the real world." I said.
Good morning, you've woken up.
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you're the one - j. cage
a/n: not proud of where my life has taken me, honestly. but this is for the love of my life, luca. hope you all enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! warnings: kissing, suggestive comments, johnny being like the worlds biggest flirt, nothing too crazy, but definitely a lot of sexual innuendos, teasing, inappropriate workplace relationship, kind of, light angst with a happy ending word count: 3.1k summary: you're johnny cage's assistant babysitter agent, and you're his opposite. and yet, he finds himself unapologetically into you. pairing: johnny cage x gn!reader now playing: you're the one - greta van fleet "you're the one i want/you're the one i need/you're the one i had/come on back to me"
You decide you can never be with Johnny Cage in a dingy bar on a Saturday at 11:19 PM.
Youâd been his agent for around three months at this point, and youâre always with him, to the point where it became weird that you know so little about each other. And really, itâs a wonder that you lasted so long given how different you are.
Youâre awkward, and thereâs no harm in it, but you find yourself standing to the side of every movie set, glancing down to your phone to try and find a reason to send an email to someone to distract yourself.
Your relationship history is far and few between, youâve only started dressing well recently, and you find yourself struggling in crowds and public speaking terrifies you.
Johnny is electric. He has no problem finessing a crowd, has no problem being the center of attention. Heâs just unlike anyone youâve ever met.
So really, you canât say youâre shocked when you wake up one day and realize that you have in fact, developed feelings for him. It isnât a tough thing to do, not when heâs always flirting with you.
After a rather large slump in his career, Johnnyâs new movies have been doing well in both the box office and with movie watchers all over the country. Really, you became his agent at the perfect time because right after you started, he really became quite the star. Maybe the change of pace behind the camera worked out rather well.
He sort of feels bad, that youâre constantly with him. He doesnât know when you sleep, because if he isnât on set or doing press or getting ready to do either, heâs asleep, but every day when you show up to the set, you have a new agenda for him to follow.
When you do it, while also sleeping, eating, and taking care of your own obligations, he doesnât know.
But one night, after three months of your help, he asks you to grab a drink with him.
(âThis isnât a ploy to get me alone and drunk is it, Cage?â
âWouldnât dream of it.â)
And thatâs how you wound up here. Youâre dressed more casually than heâs ever seen you, sporting this old band tee and some rather casual jeans. He canât stop looking at you, and heâs a little confused about it.
He doesnât get star struck often, but he has this thought, that maybe in one of Liu Kangâs alternate universes, you two ends up together. Maybe he fixes boats in a coastal town, maybe you work at the diner there, maybe you have a dog together. Maybe, in another universe, you and Johnny have a quiet life, where you donât have much, but you have each other, and thatâs enough.
âSo how did someone like you end up in a place like this?â he asks, charmingly. You roll your eyes and take another sip of your beer.
âWell, this asshole I work forââ
âHey!â
âHe asked me out for a drink, and I donât know if itâs because I felt obligated because he pays me, or because I genuinely wanted to, but I went out with him.â
âYouâre so mean to me.â
âYou make up for it, always flirting with me.â
âCanât say you donât like it, sweetheartââ
âListen, Cageâ"
âBut you never answered my question. Howâd you end up in Hollywood? We spend all this time together, yet I feel like I barely know my own assistant.â
âAgent.â
âWhatever. Answer the question.â
Itâs a loaded one, no doubt, but not one you arenât willing to answer. You find yourself unable to really keep anything from him, he just needs to know where to look for it, how to interpret it.
âI moved here from home, never
had much of anythingâFamily, Money, WhateverâGot an internship and before you know it, Iâm networking my way to being Johnny Cageâs babysitterââ
âAgent.â
âWhatever.â You shoot back, a goofy grin on your face.
âOkay, let me ask you this,â He poises, âFavorite movie?â
You exhale, finding that a near impossible question.
âOh, and none of mine! Then, it would be too easy!â He grins, and you shoot him this look.
You have a lot of favorite movies.
You take a few minutes before deciding on one.
âPaddington 2.â
âWhat?!â
âPaddington 2!â
âYou cannot be serious!â He gawks. âPaddington 2 over, what? The Shawshank Redemption? Gladiator? Better than Aliens?!â
You take a minute.
âIâve never seen Aliens.â
âWhat?! Big alien, tiny girl, Ripley!â He says the main characterâs name in this high pitched, annoying tone.
It makes you burst out laughing, and he just laughs at your laugh.
âNope, never seen it.â
âOh my god! How do you work in Hollywood, and youâve never seen Aliens?â
âStop asking me if Iâve never seen Aliens, you know what the answer is!â
You both laugh again, and for a moment, it is perfect. There is no one else in the world except you and him, and thereâs no reason to feel as if this isnât real. Thereâs no reason to deny yourself the rather simple pleasure of admiring him, and there is certainly no reason to stop looking at him like you are right now.
And then this beautiful blonde woman strolls up to him. Even you can admit that sheâs gorgeous.
âExcuse me,â Her voice is that of a songbird, âI donât mean to bother you, but are you Johnny Cage? Like, the actor?â
âIndeed, I am, how can I help you?â
âI was just wondering if I could buy you a drink. Maybe we can go back to my table?â
Youâre full of jealousy. You feel awful for it too, because in no way is Johnny yours.
âUh, you know what..â He glances back at you, and you give him this weak smile.
âGo, itâs fine. Have fun, it isnât like this is a date or anything.â
He grins at you and puts a fifty on the bar to pay for your drinks and leave the bartender a rather nice tip.
âYouâre the best wingman ever, man! Iâll see you tomorrow!â
You finish your drink bitterly as Johnny goes off to flirt with, and eventually sleep with, that nice woman. You take notice that when the two of you are alone, youâre âsweetheartâ but when another woman strolls in, youâre âmanâ.
And thatâs it. Itâs 11:19 PM and in that dingy bar, you decide that you can never be with Johnny Cage. You know it will never be what you want it to be. That if it does happen, itâll be like it is with this woman. A one-night stand, never to be brought up again. Youâll get him all to yourself for one night, and then after that, he will never be yours again. Heâll go back to being no ones, back to being the spotlights. Back to belonging to everyone, except you.
â˘Â â˘Â â˘
To tell you the truth, you snuck up on Johnny. After you made it clear the first day you met that you had no intention of sleeping with him, he sort of wrote you off other than flirting.
And one day he woke up and realized how desperately, horribly in love he is with you.
It happens a few weeks after your night at the bar. You were supposed to spend the night filming an outdoor scene, but it rained so hard that the stunts wouldnât have been safe, so here you are in his living room. He had sold his mega mansion for something less expensiveâStill lavish, but not nearly as expensive.
âSo, do you want to go over the script and make those edits that the studio suggested orââ
âNope.â He comes out of the kitchen holding a big bucket of popcorn. âWeâre watching Aliens.â
You sigh and plop the script down on his coffee table.
âJohnnyââ you say in this exasperated tone.
âDarling,â He echoes, in that same tone but more sarcastically. What a dick. You canât help but want him. He sits with you and puts the popcorn between you, as he turns on the TV and brings up the movie. âSay what you want, but youâre my assistant, so you have to do what I say!â
âAgent.â
âWhatever! Câmon, take one night off, just watch this movie with me!â
You glance over to him and sigh. Why do you do the things you do for him? Youâll never know.
âFine. One movie, and thatâs it!â You tell him and curl up on the couch, your hand reaching to the popcorn to grab a fistful.
One thing no one ever told you was how God damn scary this movie was! You arenât a big gore or horror person, so it takes you by surprise.
Itâs really good, though youâd never admit it to Johnny, just fucking scary.
At some point throughout the movie, one of you moved over the popcorn bowl, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.
During a particularly scary scene, you find yourself jumping, right into his side, gripping his arm. Your heart is racing, but youâre so totally glued in.
âJesus fucking Christ!â You gasp, your clutch on his arm growing tighter.
âPretty cool, right?â He grins, noticing your grip on his arm.
âItâs fine.â He chuckles and shakes his head, leaning back on the couch.
And that was it. He was hooked. He knew how his image had been around Hollywood, and he knew that you saw him as this playboy. Which wasnât entirely untrue, especially since his divorce. Â But he wanted to make a change, wanted you to see the change, but he just couldnât put his finger on how.
The rain is still pouring when the movie ends, when you finally pull yourself off his arm.
âI should be heading out.â
âWhat? You canât drive in this.â He doesnât want you to leave.
âItâs not that bad.â
âJust stay the night.â
âJohnny, I donât even have clothes toââ
âIâll give you some of mine. You can take the bed.â
You pause.
âDonât think that this means Iâll sleep with you.â
He grins.
âSleep in the same bed as me? Yeah. Let me do all these dirty things that Iââ
You get up and head towards his room.
âIâm not on the clock, Iâm not dealing with you.â
He grins and follows you.
âI donât hear a no in there, hot stuffââ
âI swear to god, Johnnyââ
Youâre too busy bickering to get much sleep that night.
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The movie comes out in two weeks, so on your agenda for today is fitting him for a new suit. Youâre sitting, sipping a rather crisp mimosa when he comes out in this one suit. He does a nice twirl and holds his arms out, expecting approval.
He looks good. Like, good enough that you almost break that rule you made at the bar that night.
Itâs been a month since you stayed at his place, and since then, things have just been different. You no longer must watch him go off and flirt with other people, because he seems to have some sort of change of heart.
You grin gently.
You put your drink down and stand up, going over to him and adjusting his tie.
He wears this black suit, except the suit coat is a deep blue velvet that is soft to the touch.
âYou look great.â You tell him. He grins.
âOnly missing my signature shades, good lookinâ. That way you canât tell when Iâm looking at yourââ
âEyes, right, Johnny?â
âAnd ass.â
You laugh and shake your head, unable to comprehend that you feel anything except great love for that comment.
âSo, what are you gonna wear?â He asks.
âWhat? To where?â
âTo the premiere?â
âJohnny, Iâm not going to the premiereââ
âYou have to! Youâre my assistant!â
âAgent!â
âWhatever!â His hands come to the dips of your hips. Itâs a little too past platonic. You say nothing. âWe need to get you an outfit.â
You groan. You hate shopping for clothes. You hate fancy clothes especially.
âLet me go order this to be tailored, and then we can go shopping for you. Iâm thinking either blue, to match me, or gold, to complimentââ
âIf Iâm going to the premiere, Itâll be quietly behind all the cameras, notââ
âThen come as my date. Not as my agent, not as my assistant, not as my babysitter. As my date.â
âDonât you want to go with someone pretty?â
He frowns.
âYouâre pretty.â He tells you.
âJohnnyââ
âNo argument on this one, Darlinâ, weâre going shopping,â he quickly kisses your forehead and walks off to go get changed and pay for his suit.
So thatâs how you find yourself awkwardly fitting into this gold outfit, with black accents and the right curves to fit your body shape just right. It isnât your body that fits awkwardly into it, itâs you. Youâre not used to this level of formality.
âCome on out, sweetheart, I wonât bite!â Johnny calls from outside your dressing room.
âYouâre gonna be mean to me!â
He gasps, âI would never!â
You sigh and adjust the outfit before walking back out of the dressing room.
âDonât laughââ But he isnât laughing. Heâs just looking at you. âYou donât like it.â
âNonononoââ he says, walking towards you and putting his hands on your shoulders. He smooths out the shoulders of your outfit, his thumb gently rubbing over your collarbone. âYou look amazing.â
âI feel like a barbie.â
âYou look great.â
âIâm not used to this.â
âDonât worry, youâll be a natural.â
âBesides, it wonât matter, everyone will be looking at you.â
He hums and shrugs.
âEveryone will be looking at you, I think.â
Your face goes red.
âJohnny!â
âI know youâre uncomfortable, but you do really look amazing, honey.â
You take his word for it.
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When you get to the premiere two weeks later, itâs overwhelming. People are taking photos of you two, yelling his name, asking who youâre wearing. His hand does not leave yours.
âJust relax,â He tells you gently, âJust smile, itâs all you have to do.â
You do your best, trying to focus on the feeling of his arm around you as you pose. He glances down at you, tilting his shades down to the end of his nose. You can just make out his eyes. His hand comes up to your face and tilts your chin up.
He leans in and kisses you, as the crowds around you scream even louder. It occurs to you, at this moment, that heâs only kissing you to get publicity. That maybe heâs just taking advantage of the fact that you could be his mysterious new beaux. That he doesnât want you, doesnât want to kiss you, doesn't want anything to do with you.
You kiss back, not having any ability to resist how badly you want him anymore. You donât care if itâs just for the cameras. You have no desire to pull away from him, no matter how pretend it may be.
When he does pull away, you make your way off the red carpet and into a secluded corner of the room.
âIâm sorry,â he starts.
âItâs okay, I get it, it didnât mean anythingââ
âWhat are you talking about?â
ââŚWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm sorry for surprising you so suddenly, it wasnât where I wanted to do that, but I just.. I couldnât help myself. Youâre looking so good right now..â
âNot where you wanted to do that?â
âIâve been meaning to kiss you for a while.. I just wanted it to be romantic and amazing, like you deserve, but I just couldn't help myself.â
âLike I deserve?â
âYou have a lot of questions for someone who just got kissed by meââ
âUgh, youâre the worst!â
âDoes that mean you donât want me to kiss you again?â
ââŚNo.â
âThatâs what I thought,â he leans to kiss you again, and you gladly let him. You only break off the kiss to take his sunglasses off his face, before kissing him again. Now that you had him, the want didnât dissipate. Especially when you feel his hands on your hips again, and you only lean further into the kiss.
You canât believe you waited so long to kiss Johnny Cage. Why would you ever deny yourself the right to make out in some quiet corner of a blockbuster movie premiere?
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A week later, youâre sitting in that bar again. This time, you and Johnny have this booth in the back of the bar, and youâre leaning against him while he tries your extremely fruity drink and cringes at how sugary it is.
âI donât know how you drink this shit.â
âI need to get nice and drunk after the day I had. Boss was being mean.â
âSounds awful.â
âYeah but Heâs a great kisser, so.â
He grins and presses a kiss to your head. Somehow, He is more comfortable than he has been in a long time, feeling more like himself than he has in⌠years, maybe.
âItâs getting late, we should get you home soon.â
âMm, But I like drinking. Besides, when did you become the responsible one?â
âWhen you ordered that fourth margarita.â
âTouche.â You finish your drink and sigh. âYouâre not gonna let me have another, huh?â
âNot tonight, baby.â He says, patting your thigh gently. âCâmon, get up, Iâll go pay our tab and we can get some fresh air.â
You hum and get up, leaning against him as he makes his way to pay, and then you head outside to lean against the wall. Johnny keeps you up right as you try to breathe through the liquor. Then this girl comes up to you, and grins at your boyfriend.
âAre you Johnny Cage?â She asks. He bites back a sigh and smiles to her.
âI am, Hiââ
âI love your movies! Do you want to go grab a drink with me?â she asks, flirtatiously. Youâre literally standing there leaning against him, with his arm around your waist.
âIâm sorry, you seem very nice, but I have to get my partner here home.â He says, âHave a nice night.â
She seems a little sad, but she bids you guys goodnight respectfully and heads into the bar.
âYour partner?â You ask, drunk on sugary drinks and love for this man.
âYeah, theyâre pretty nice.â He hums. âA pretty great assistant. An even better kisser.â
You frown.
âAgent!â
âWhatever.â
He leans in and kisses you to shut up before you can argue with him anymore. For once, you donât mind his interruption.
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Royal Guard pt. 1
Taehyun x Reader
Inspired by the author @page-matcha
Royal!fem!reader touching herself late at night in her personal chambers while guard!taehyun stands outside her door at his post hearing every single noise you let out. But he's forced to stay outside and stay in his spot.
this was just so good that i had to write something.
content: smutty, royal!fem!reader, guard!taehyun, female masturbation, slight perv tae, my grammar and spelling has left the building a long time agoâŚ
word count: 1.5k
you were the most exquisite maiden of the palace. effortlessly wearing the tightest corset with the most intricate embroidery and gowns that swayed with every move you made. you had people's heads turning, girls wanted to be you, men wanted you. being the kingdom's only princess was the cherry on top. however, with the outmost beauty you had, it left people astonished with your lack of husband even lack of courting.
spending time with your friends in the garden next to the palace. they were chatty and you found it entertaining.
"ooo he's cute." one of your friends points out a gentlemen.
the others giggle and agree while you smile at him but ignore the opportunity.
"ugh come on y/n you have to be interested in someone"
"you cannot force love it just has to happen" you say calmly as your eye up a batch of tulips.
your friends roll their eyes and they continue to look at bachelors. you were pretty but you were also smart. you are not going to settle with a simple man you had to find the perfect one. as a princess you were also a romantic and needed some romance in your life.
having enough of the hot sun and your loud friends you retire to the castle. a few maids surround you, one giving you water to drink, the other patting down a cool towel on you. your eye then catches a familiar face, a guard that the queen, your mother, tends to trust the most. he looked like he had a mission to get somewhere and wanting to know where your mother is you rushed to him after thanking the maids. you pick up your floor length gown so you could speed walk to the guard.
"excuse me"
the guard instantly stops and turns to you.
"yes you majesty"
surprised by his quickness and his great features you struggle to remember what you were about to ask.
"if you're wondering about the queen's whereabouts she is in the library, please don't mind my assumptions"
you smile lightly to him "i was wondering that"
"i was about to go there, would you like me to escort you?" the guard says while sticking his arm out for you to hold onto
"yes, i would like that very much" you smile at him again "and remind me your name"
"i am lieutenant general taehyun your majesty"
as you both arrive the library taehyun opens the door for you. you thank him before you were greeted by your queen mother's presence. you walk towards her.
"nice to see my beautiful tulip, grab a book a read with me"
you gladly do as she says and start looking for a novel. the cathedral windows light up the tall shelves of books, twirling around you settle on one area. looking closely at the titles of the books, you set your eye on one. reaching up to grab it you find your height betrays you. next thing you know a hand reaches high than yours to grab the spine of the book.
you look over at your hero which turns out to be taehyun. "thank you"
"you're welcome princess, my i say you picked a good book"
"that's good to hear, it look interesting"
you look up at the man who's looking at you with such warmth. you can't help but get lost in his big brown eyes. butterflies start to flutter in your stomach. you mother glances from her book to see you and her trusted guard. she smirks to herself keeping her thoughts to self and continues reading.
taehyun's puppy eyes suddenly turn into a stone-cold gaze as he realizes he was staring at the princess for an inappropriate amount of time.
"enjoy your book my princess" he says bowing to you
you head towards the lounge chairs you mother was laying on. every now and then you would glance at the guard feeling those butterflies again.
"i have an event in the palace tonight, would you like to join?"
you look over at your mother sighing. you go to so many events as your duty being a princess it can get tiring.
"I would like to politely decline"
besides your mind had other things to do tonight. you mother softly pinches your cheek as she smiles at you accepting your decline.
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the sun was setting from your library day with your queen mother. you have parted ways a long time ago to do your own things. your mother was looking over what has already been prepared for the event of the night. as she straighten out the fabrics upon the table an idea pops into her head.
raising her hand for a guard to come she says "can you bring lieutenant general taehyun to me"
taehyun was outside the palace yard looking over the horses, testing their fitness and skills. he notices a fellow guard rushing to him.
"the queen summons thee"
guard taehyun rushes through the dimly lit castle halls. he finally gets to the ballroom being used tonight. the queen was talking to the maids and butler as she gets a glimpse of the guard.
"your highness"
"hello taehyun, I have an assignment for you tonight"
"yes your highness, anything I will do for you"
"can you be princess y/n's chamber guard tonight?"
taehyun gulps, he was about to question his presense on the event but decides to settle the conversation.
"will do, your highness" he bows and starts towards your chamer.
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as he arrives the current guard informs him that you had just finished your bath. taehyun then tells the guard that their duty is now to look over the ballroom. your chamber doors are open wide revealing to taehyun the beautiful architecture of your room. wide windows that look over the kingdom one side and a big lake on the other side. your bed was in the middle with purple silk sheets and pastel color drapes encapsulating it.
you walk out with a towel in your hand drying your hair. you gasp as you see a man in your room but relax when you see it was the very handsome guard taehyun.
"sorry to scare you, your majesty, i am your guard tonight"
"oh" you say shyly
"is there something wrong?"
"no, i was just hoping to have alone time tonight"
"do not worry about me your majesty i will be just outside your chamber doors
you nod at him with a small smile. taehyun stares at you, admiring the silk slip you're wearing that matched your bedding. he straighten his posture when he caught himself glancing at the curves of your breasts. he bows to you and walks outside the chamber hiding from your sight but still within range.
you blush at the guards lingering gazes. once he was out of sight you threw your towel and fall down on your bed. you felt relaxed not having to worry about being a proper princess at the moment. fully getting into bed you open your book and start reading it, but as you're reading the feeling of butterflies keep filling your stomach. you can't help but imagine guard taehyun's handsome features being close to you again. letting those big veiny hands roam your pristine body.
you let your hand caress your breast you lean your head back on your plush pillows. your book forgotten, you let your hand fill up your sore breast from the very tight corset making a few soft sighs leave your lips. your legs were rubbing together trying to create friction on your soaking heat. you slide your dominate hand down to your already bare cunt. middle finger slipping against your folds making you sigh once more.
taehyun was a vigilant guard watching over every atom outside your personal chamber, but then he hears a small noise. he dismisses the fact until he hears it again, he walks across the rooms door trying to see if anyone is around the corner, but there was no one. as he gets back to his post he glances into your room. there he sees the most unholy sight of your pretty thighs spread apart showing off your fucked out face, your breasts bouncing from you fucking yourself with your fingers.
it takes a lot out of tae to stop himself from going into your chambers and replacing your small digits with his. with his greatest strength he goes back to his guarding spot.
there he stands there listening to every moan, whine, and whimper coming out of your pretty lips.
there he stands getting uncomfortably hard against his suit. forced to stay outside, forced to stay loyal and protective.
read -> pt. 2
A nuisance,
TxT's Devil + @page-matcha
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36 | Hanging Out
Series: Unexpected
Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)
Word Count:Â 1.7k
Warnings: none
| MASTERLIST |
It's been a few days since Chris asked Dani out and they were a bit awkward still but only when they were alone. Today they were all hanging out with everyone and that included Sam and Colby, Tara, Jake, Johnnie, and Larry. Honestly, Dani didn't feel like joining but she had no choice since everyone was gonna be at the house for a while.
"You okay?" Nick sits next to her on the couch.
"Ehh, I don't wanna hangout with anyone really. My social battery is dead today." She gives him a smile.
"Well you need to recharge it because you know the type of people you're hanging out with later." He laughs at her so she gives him a look. "Also how are you and him doing?" He looks over in Chris's direction.
"Not as bad but still odd when alone. That's why I'm hanging around you or Matt to keep me busy. Give it a few more days and it will be over with." She tells him.
"You gonna tell Colby what happened?"
"Are you fucking crazy?" She says louder than expected so Matt and Chris look over at her. "Hey, mind your own business." She points her finger at them so they go back to whatever they were doing. "I will tell Sam though."
As it was getting closer to the time everyone was gonna show up, Dani didn't want to leave her room. She wanted to get as much time alone before chaos. "Why are you taking my place as the non-social one?" Matt enters her room, "The night will fly by. Here for a bit, dinner, and then Top Golf."
"I think you keep forgetting the main reason I hate this."
"Colby." He knew exactly why.
"You know he hated that I stayed home with you for Tara's party, right. Nick told him we just spent all night in your bed watching Netflix. So I woke up the next morning to so many texts asking what the fuck. His mind automatically went to inappropriate things. He didn't even believe me right away."
"What! He didn't believe you? I get he's a protective big brother but come on. That's a bit much." He sits on her bed dumbfounded.
"Yep, you gotta blame my ex for how Colby is."
"But to not trust you and go overboard on his protectiveness? Dani, you need to tell him how you feel about that. Don't just deal with it because he's your brother." He tells her but she shakes her head. Matt goes to speak again but the doorbell goes off. They both look at each other till they hear it was Sam and Colby.
"Get, and you're in my room with the door shut." Dani gets up going to the door, "Let's get this over with." She opens it and sees Colby was gonna knock.
"Matt." He looks around Dani over at Matt on her bed.
"Colby." He waves.
Dani walks past Colby and grabs Sam upstairs dragging him to the bathroom so they can be alone and talk. "Hello to you too." He laughs as she locks the door.
"When my parents came to visit, Chris asked me out and I told I didn't feel the same. You know, we didn't go over that what if." She lets him know.
"Chris asked you out?"
"In front of my parents, Sam." She whispers yells, "If Chris liked me then there's no way Matt does."
"Why do you say that?"
"Isn't there like a bro code or something especially between brothers?" She asks him.
Sam shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know if they have bro codes. Just ask Nick or something."
"Oh, speaking of Nick. I forgot to tell you. When I got back after my weekend with you, I slipped that I have a thing for Matt. So you and him know." Dani adds.
"And what did he say? Did he give you any hints?" Sam gets a bit excited wanting to know.
"Just that he will keep the secret."
Sam makes a face, "Some best friend he is. He was no help. Isn't he supposed to have your back too?"
They stopped talking as there was a knock at the bathroom door, "What's going on in there?" Colby asks them.
Dani opens the door, "Can I seriously not just have a conversation with someone in peace?" She groans walking past Colby again going back to her room.
When everyone else shows up, Dani was still in her room. She was debating telling everyone she was gonna stay home and wish everyone a good night. Again, she just wasn't in the mood already and Colby just made it worse for her.
"Dani's home, right?" Tara asks everyone still confused why she hasn't seen her.
"She's in her room." Colby tells her.
"Thanks to you." Matt says then catches he said it out loud, "I'll check on her." Matt gets up but Colby does too.
"Don't sweat it. She's my sister and it's my fault apparently."
Tara watches the two give each other a look, "I'll do it since I'm the only other girl here." She gets up going to Dani's room shaking her head at the two. "Can I come in?" Tara knocks on the door then goes in as Dani says yeah. "Are you really in here because of Colby?"
"Who said that?" Dani puts her phone down next to her.
"Matt slipped." She walks over to the bed, "Colby seems to still have a main problem with just him. Wanna talk about it?" Tara sits down.
"Just Colby being an overly protective brother, who hates my friendship with Matt."
"Well, he needs to get over it because I don't see you two ever not being close. I do see y'all getting closer at some point, if you know what I mean." Tara gives her a smile, "You two like each other anyone could see that. If not, they're fucking blind to the truth. He cares about you." She laughs, "He threw Colby under the bus to his face on accident." She laughs more.
"I know and that's why I like him so much." Dani gives Tara a look, "You and Sam both say he likes me too but I don't wanna risk it. And I don't want him getting more crap from Colby if he does feel the same too."
"Danielle, Jake and I dated forever and we are still great friends. Don't be scared to try and fuck Colby. It's your happiness and relationship. Not his." Tara grabs her hand, "Now, we're leaving in a few for dinner. And I want to get a in person read on Matt instead through an edited YouTube video so you're changing." Tara jumps up rushing over to the closet since Dani was just in an oversized shirt.
"Are you serious, Tara?"
"Yep." She looks back with a big smile.
Once Dani was dressed Tara eyes her up and down, "You're boobs have grown."
"Yes, I wish it was my height instead. Now let's just go. I want this night over with." Dani opens her door for Tara to go first.
"And this is why you send a girl to do girl work." Tara smiles joining the others as Dani follows behind. "She's ready to go now." Tara smiles back at Dani in view now.
"Tara, do me a favor and stop yapping."
"Why change clothes?" Colby asks so Tara speaks up for Dani.
"Because she looked terrible so I picked a new outfit for her. No wonder why she didn't want to leave the house."
At dinner Dani didn't chat much or wasn't on her phone either like the others were as well. She still wanted to be home in her bed watching tv. Tara, Sam, and Nick tried their best to get Dani to cheer up but they weren't doing it for her. She appreciated them though and would thank them for trying. Then at Top Golf Dani wasn't gonna play but sit and cheer the others on.
"You're upsetting me." Matt sits next to her. He hadn't really chatted with since everyone arrived at their house. Even at dinner Colby got them seated far away from each other.
"Why?" She asks confused.
"You aren't yourself right now."
"You know the anti social me, Matt. This isn't new to you." She rolls her eyes a bit.
Matt sighs looking over at Colby take his turn before looking back at her, "That's not just it though." He gets her to look at him, "You're hurting on the inside as well right now."
Her eyes start to get watery and her lower lip quivers a bit, "I gotta use the bathroom." She lies getting up speed walking away wiping her tears away.
Matt doesn't waste a second getting up and following her. He knew that was just bullshit to get away from everyone. As the two left Sam, Nick, and Tara share a look as they look away from where the two went.
"I gotta spy, sorry." Tara gets up quickly.
"I gotta see if he has the magic touch." Sam gets up as well.
"Guys!" Nick sees the other five look over at them, "Nothing to worry about. We'll be back." He tells them before going after the two.
When Matt gets to Dani he stops her from entering the bathroom, "Hey." He walks them away a bit to where they were alone.
"Why must you know me so fucking well? Huh, Matthew?" Tears fall from her eyes, "More than my own fucking brother. I hate that. I really do."
"Full first name, okay." He chuckles, "That hurt a bit." He laughs more and it makes her giggle a bit, "There's that smile. I haven't seen it all day." He tilts his head to the side a bit while leaning down a little to her height.
She quickly stops the little smile she had, "Stop it. I'm not gonna do it again."
"Wanna bet? You know I have my ways at getting things I want." He gives her a big smile, "I'll let Mr. Wrinkleton spend the night with you." He gets her to smile again, "We don't have to talk about it but I have one request from you."
"And what's that?" She sighs wiping her tears away.
"You love when we come here alone so try to have some fun before we go home." He puts his hand out to her. Dani nods her head taking his head to go back with him.
"Go, go, go, go!" The three spying on them quickly rush back to join the others and act normal.
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Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)
   SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.
WARNINGS: n/a
WORD COUNT: 3300k+
A/N: Ahhh, so excited to give you guy's this chapter. On another note does anyone have any ideas for a name for this fic? Originally, I was going to write a few chapters, but I'm so involved in this story I have a feeling it's going to be long. I hate it when stories end after two characters get together. I want this story to show them getting together, their relationship, and the tension between hell and heaven. Romance is a big plot point here, but that's not all it's going to be. I'm so excited to continue writing, I will probably keep posting everyday. Enjoy!!!
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CHAPTER FOUR: Donât Blame Me
You woke up groggy from the events of last night. Staying up so late definitely took a toll on you. Your head hurt and you werenât ready to face the day. A bubbly exciting feeling rose up in your chest as you tried to stifle it. You were supposed to be just friends, but everything in your body was telling you otherwise. Last night wasnât a mistake, but rather a setback. You two always end up in inappropriate situations, but you wanted so much more than that. Your heart wanted love and romance and the rising feeling of falling in love. Lust was nice, but it could come much later. It was carnal and exciting, but love thatâs where happiness lies.
You brought your comforter over your head, squealing and kicking your feet. You already adored him and could tell he was well on his way too. Friends first, thatâs what you kept telling yourself over and over again as you dressed yourself for the day. You used the speaker in your room and used your phone to put on some music. Your genres often changed as you loved anything from pop to rock to musicals and everything in between. The soft drum and guitar kicked in as you put on Taylor Swiftâs âLoverâ. As you swayed you sang the lyrics, dancing around the room pretending you were with a certain fallen angel. As the song ended it gave you an idea. You wanted to spend time with Lucifer, but last time you two were alone it was way more than friendly. Perhaps if you had the others with you, it would be better. What if you all went to karaoke?
It would be a lovely night on the town, build trust, and you would be able to spend some time with Luci. Not to mention he could see Charlie again, and it was always precious how much he loved his not-so-little, little girl. Quickly you ran downstairs to tell the group about your idea. Mostly everyone was in the sitting room, eating or chatting to each other. You sat next to Charlie on the couch.
âEveryone, I have an idea for us to spend time together tonight! What if we all go to karaoke? I believe thereâs a full-service bar and snacks as well.â
You looked around the room and everyone seemed excited for the event. Charlie mentioned it would be great to bring them all together. Alastor told Charlie he would stay at the hotel to make sure it stayed safe. She thanked him as she turned to Vaggie talking about what she would wear. Angel asked if Cherri could come, and you told him you would love to see her. At the mention of Cherri, Sir Pentious decided he would go out and buy a whole new outfit. You thought it was sweet he had a little crush on her. Â As Vaggie went to grab something from the kitchen you took Charlie aside.
âHey Charlie, I was going to ask, could I invite Lucifer? He is just so lonely at the mansion by himself. I think he would really like to see us all.â
âIs that the only reason?â She looked at you with a knowing smile.
âWell, no, I really like him Charlie, but we need to be friends first. I hope this isnât weird to talk to you about.â
âNot really, my mother and him were less than quiet about their relations. Iâm just glad there might be someone who could love him again.â She placed her hand on your shoulder squeezing it.
âI just want to get to know him, Charlie. There is a whole mess with Heaven and I donât want to interfere. â
âJust follow your heart y/n. Being able to get to know you these past few weeks, I know you care deeply. I donât know what your relation to me will be someday, but Iâm glad I can be part of your story.â
âCharlieâŚâ You werenât quite sure what to say. She was always so kind to you and part of you would do anything to protect her. You would make sure her dream would come true no matter what.
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After lunch you retired back to your bedroom to call Lucifer. He picked it up after the first ring. Something in you wondered if he somehow knew you were going to call.
           âY/n, hey. I was waiting very impatiently to hear your voice again.â
           âHow very sweet of you Luci. I was calling to see if you wanted to go out for Karaoke tonight with me and others from the hotel.â
           âSounds like a good time, can you behave this time?â
           âHey! It wasnât just me. Keep your hands to yourself sir and we will be just fine.â He let out a small laugh. You could tell he was smiling; it was evident in his voice.
âWhen should I pick you up?â
âAround 7 pm will be good. Thank you for continuing to help me.â Â You paced around the room as you talked to him.
âPerfect Iâll see you then my little Angel.â
âThatâs new.â
âWell one of us have to be the angel here and we both know it canât be me.â
âYea, yea. Iâll see you later Luci.â
As you hung up the phone you beamed with excitement. You all deserved a break after working so hard to come up with a plan to deal with the exorcist army. If you guys didnât have fun every now and then the world would seem much bleaker.
You decided to set out your outfit as you went through your closet. One of your white dresses caught your eye, if it could even be called a dress. It hugged your figure and stopped under your ass. It was sparkly white with a heart-shaped cut out in the front. You paired it with white go-go boots and white pantyhose stockings that clipped to the dress. It was perfect.
The pentagram flared to life as you started to recognize the feeling of Luciferâs magic. It all encompassed your room and in the middle a portal appeared. He walked through it, looking devilishly handsome. His sleeves were rolled up, which you always found very attractive. He didnât wear his regular coat, must have opted to leave it at home. His staff was gone too along with his hat. Not many people saw him like this, it was almost intimate. As he noticed your outfit, his mouth parted, and he started to smile taking you in.
âDo you like it?â You spun around so he could see every little detail. He came up to you, grabbing your hands. He looked awe-struck.
âYouâre gorgeous. I donât think we even had anything this pretty in heaven.â
You blushed at his words and realized you were a good couple of inches taller than him now. You looked down into his eyes, before walking towards the portal, waving the heat in your face to go away. Stopping in front of the portal you decided to look back at him. Thatâs when you noticed his eyes had been following you the entire time. When you turned, he made himself look into your eyes with a smirk. You glared at him in response, although you secretly loved the attention.
âIt was worth it.â
He followed up behind you ushering you both to walk through the portal. On the other side was the front of the karaoke house, everyone gingerly waiting on the other side of the street. They waved the both of you over as they were walking inside. You all decided a private room would be best. The public area was quite crowded and well some of you were embarrassed to sing in front of such a huge crowd. You all settled in as Sir Pentious ordered a round of shots and Charlie started to set up the karaoke. There was a huge round sofa in front of the screen and microphone. You sat on one side with Angel as Luci sat on the right side of Charlie. Vaggie was on Charlieâs left. Cherri and Sir Pentious sat in the middle. Husk was standing behind Angel leaning on him from behind the couch as nifty ran all over the room. They seemed happy.
Charlie started the party by singing âLittle Miss Perfectâ. It fit her well and you could tell she had a love for musical theater. Angel decided to go next and did a beautiful rendition of âBad Boyâ by Casada. It was hilarious how nifty drunkenly sang along while sitting on Huskâs head. Cherri sang something from Kesha and Husk sang a sappy love ballad. Angel just bought fell on the floor. Their relationship was the sweetest thing you ever witnessed, and you hoped it would last. Lucifer was the only one who didnât go up to sing. You could tell he was nervous but didnât want to push him. You thought if you sang you might be able to show him itâs not so bad. Determined you went up to the stage and typed in Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter into the machine.
You grabbed the microphone and started singing along. You were always so happy on Earth when you could sing or play your guitar. This was such a great distraction from everything. As you sang the lyrics you danced around a bit. A lot of eye contact was made to a certain devil as you were brave from the drinks.
âHereâs a lilâ song I wrote, Itâs about you and me.â As you sang that lyric you winked at Luci. He gingerly sipped on a drink in one hand as he watched you closely. Even under the colored lights it was apparent his face was flushed.
âIâm talking all around the clock. Iâm talking hope nobody knocks. Iâm talking opposite of soft. Iâm talking wild wild thoughts.â
You were purposely making your movements a little provocative. You knew you were supposed to be just friends, but it was just too easy. The sexual tension was thick in the air and something inside you wanted to see how long it would take until it would break. He could look he just couldnât touch. As your song ended you went up to Lucifer rubbing your hand up his arm. You whispered in his ear as you walked past him, putting the microphone into his free hand.
âYou know thereâs just something so attractive about a man who sings.â With that you walked towards the bar to order a drink. As you came back you hear music start on the stage and you were proud to find out it was Luci. You recognized the background music of Hungry Eyes. His voice was beautiful as it sucked you in. His movements were confident, but you could tell under the mask he was nervous. Your heart was flooded with feelings of adoration and love and intimacy.
âI look at you and I fantasize.â His words floated across the room, like a melody meant only for you. You walked closer to him as he continued to sing to you. No one ever serenaded you like this before and it was so romantic. You sat on the end of the couch closest to him and reveled in the moment. It was over far too quick. The others were busy chatting at the bar or playing a game of pool in the back corner. You two were the only ones on the karaoke floor.
âHere itâs your turn.â Lucifer handed the microphone to you, careful to only look into your eyes.
âLuci, that was beautiful. You should sing for me more often.â
âI suppose I can hold a tune or two. You on the other hand truly should never shut your mouth. Everything that comes out? Angelic.â
You playfully smiled at him. This night was turning out to be the best night of your entire life and afterlife. As you stepped up to the stage you thought of something a bit more romantic. The gentle acoustic guitar started to strum as you swayed to the music. You sang your heart out for everything you wished would happen and perhaps everything to come. This night was starting to make you realize this relationship between you and Lucifer was more than just a physical one. Becoming friends made you understand perhaps it was more. Maybe even love. Â
âCan I go where you go?â As you sang you held your hand out for him to take. He grabbed it with enthusiasm as he stepped to join you on stage.
âCan we always be this close forever and ever?â
He smiled adoringly as you sang to your hearts content. He looked so handsome under the flashing lights; you would cherish this moment forever. By the second verse he pulled you into a hug as you both lazily danced together. Your head rested on his shoulder as you continued singing. You both slow danced together loving every second. As you finished out the song you pulled apart from him but stayed only inches away from him. You placed your hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat. His hand followed enveloping yours in his warmth.
âDarling, youâre my, my, my, my, lover.â
As the night dragged on people jumped up stage to sing, usually with a drink in hand. At one point both Husk and Angel were draped over each other swaying side by side having the time of their lives. Charlie and Vaggie left first claiming they wanted to go grab some food. You could tell that they were going to do much more then eat. When you jokingly mentioned it to Lucifer, he spit out his drink looking horrified. That was when you found out he was a crying type of drunk. He laid down in your lap mumbling to you about how his little girl was all grown up, but it was okay because she found love. Eventually Angel left with Husk saying they needed to bring Nifty back to the hotel. She was so wasted Husk had to carry her out. As they left you noticed Sir Pentious and Cherri were no longer here either. A part of you hoped that Sir Pentiousâs efforts were not in vain. He deserved a bit of love even if it might turn into a one-night stand.
You sat Lucifer up telling him it was time to go. He wrapped his arms around your neck and told you he wanted to sing to you one last time. His eyes glowed a little in the dark lighting as he begged you to let him. He was so adorable you were defenseless to his pursuits. You were guided by his hand as he brought you up to the stage one last time. He turned down the crazy lights opting for a low red lighting instead. His hand wrapped around yours bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it before stepping away to input the song.
âI shouldâve worship her sooner.â His voice was husky as he sang. He only had eyes for you as he ran his hand around your waist as he walked past you. Â He paused away from you emphasizing words like church and heaven. This song seemed to be almost therapeutic allowing each other to turn the horrible memories of past to new memories of pure intimacy.
âTake me to church.â With the start of the chorus, he dropped to his knees in front of you. He grabbed your hand rubbing it against his cheek. You pulled him close to your stomach as you continued to stroke his face.
âGood god, let me give you, my life.â You gripped his chin, just as he had the first day you met. His eyes were glossy as he reached for your hand. After the chorus ended, he placed lazy kisses up your arm as he stood up. Gently you pushed him away, walking towards the other side of the stage. He noticed the mischievous look in your eyes as he followed.
âNo masters or kings when the ritual begins.â He came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. You both started to sway to the music as he leaned his head against your shoulder. Naturally you leaned your head back turning into his face.
âThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.â His free hand traced up your curves coming up to grip around your neck.
âIn the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human.â His head lifted off your shoulder as he pushed you closer to his body. He rubbed against you as his claws gently dug into your skin. It excited you as you remembered just how powerful he really was.
âOnly then I am clean.â He let go of you as he walked around in front of you. A gasp escaped your lips as you looked over his full demon form. He was a demon, but he was angelic. Tears formed in your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you close. His wings encased you. They were soft and made you feel like nothing in the world could harm you. The room reflected his beautiful voice as he finished the last few lyrics of the song. Tears spilled over as you fell in love with his beautiful red eyes. He smiled with reverence as his hand brushed your tears away.
You tried you really did. Love just has a way. It was almost as if it was always meant to be. Something you couldnât avoid no matter how hard you tried. While you were lost in your thoughts, he brushed his thumb across your face almost waiting for you to understand. He leaned in lips ghosting yours asking for permission.
âPleaseâŚâ He begged you as he whispered his confessions.
âI am sinful. Iâm wrong in every way. Iâm the villain. Iâm selfish. I donât deserve to ask for anything, but just this once I askâŚâ
Before he could finish you responded by searing his lips with your own. It was slow and gentle. It was love incarnate. He was surprised, but quickly kissed your back. In that moment it was like something clicked into place. Emotions flooded your whole being. It sang to you, thoughts of adoration and devotion and desire. There was yearning and tenderness and lust. It overpowered you as you broke the kiss and tripped backwards. He caught you, looking at you sympathetically. His eyes glowed in the dark. You realized then and there these thoughts were laced with magic. It was his magic that covered your entire body, smothering you.
Your head swarmed as you threatened to black out. He gathered you in his arms cradling you close to his chest. He summoned a portal to walk you both through. You noticed it led to a bedroom. It must be his own. Everything was going in and out of vision. Your heart was racing as you wondered if this was it. If you were dying once again. As you thought that, new ones replaced them. The thoughts of love and safe and warm. It was all so familiar as you remembered you had felt these ways before. As the darkness threatened to take over Lucifer cuddled you close on his bed whispering words of safety. You thought he was saying them, but as you looked into his eyes you realized he wasnât speaking. He brushed aside your hair as these thoughts told you to drift away. It was okay. You managed to mumble out your question as you closed your eyes against his chest.
âLuci, what is this?...â
âThis is our fate.â His wings closed the both of you out from the rest of the world as he continued to whisper never ending promises. The last thing you remembered was the gentle beating of his heart sending you home and the sound of his voice breaking as he finally admitted.
âYouâre my mate.â
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Knock Knock - Part 2
Part 1
"You have to tell me how all of this thing between you and Kaz started" Jesper and Vik were sharing a cigarette on the roof of the Crow Club while the others were downstairs partying. Vik blow out the smoke "You know Kaz would be really disappointed if I share any of this" "Oh come on, I'm dying here all alone without anyone to talk about the biggest scandal of the Barrel" the girl reaised her eyebrows. "Please" said him in a really high pitched voice. "Fine" the girl sighed "I'll tell you how we met, but it's very less exiting than you expect" she turned to Jesper with a grin "The story of how we started dating is way better" "Oh I knew you had good gossip, I'm all ears". So Vik started talking.
Before she started working with the Dregs, she found a job as a dancer in a club. She would just dance on a little stage, sometimes she would be a server for the night and other times men could pay to make her sit on their laps while playing cards or doing business. Trying to have any kind of inappropriate contact with the girls was forbidden by the club's rules, the owners were very proud of not being a brothel. Vik managed to keep the job while going to University, the pay was good and making money from rich pathetic men made her feel a bit powerful. And that's were she met Kaz Brekker.
One night she was requested by one of her usuals to stay at his table while he talked business with other people. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for a really young boy sitting across from her. Usually that place was for older men, but as she discovered some time later, Kaz was trying to enter a few legit businesses, now the he was officially the leader of the Dregs. For hours she looked at him, while batting her eyes and complimenting her clients. He must have been around her age, really charming, knew exactly what he was doing, even if he was decades younger than the other men at the table, and, most important thing, he was doing everything in his power to not look at her.
Vik could also sense some kind of pain radiating from him, it was diffused in multiple regions of his body and she had a confermation when she noticed his cane. His leg was hurting like probably all of his side and the arm he used for the cane. A few drinks made her brave, she got up excusing herself and while passing Kaz she faked a little fall, using his shoulder to steady herself. "I'm so sorry, I should quit drinking for tonight" she said with a little giggle. He flinched at her touch, but before the usual sense of nausea that human contact gave him, he felt a wave of relief, all of his pain just vanished until she removed her hand. Kaz's head turned up from the table, locking eyes with the girl that smiled a bit. "Such a clumsy girl that you are, let's get you free for tonight" her client got up to accompany her back to the bar, but he was so starteled that his gaze kept following them until the others started to joke about the fact that he was cosumming her with his eyes.
He came back with the other businessmen a few other times to close various deals, and he showed more interest in the girl, leaving her tips, buying her drinks, but she was always hired from this other man, so he couldn't have a moment alone with her. And then one night, he came alone.
The boy choose a booth in the most private corners of the club and started working on his papers. That night Vik had a shift has a server, but her boss told her that someone paid a lot of cash to have her at his table, so she changed into her dancer outfit, grabbed two drinks and head to the client. "You"Â Finally. she said almost excited "What are you doing here all alone?" Kaz lifted his head slowly, looking her up and down. "I came to talk to you" she faked a surprised face "And what do you want to talk about?" "Drop the act, I know who you are" "And who am I, Kaz Brekker?" Of course Vik acquired as much information as possible as soon as a young, rich business man set foot in her Club. Bonus point that he was even hot and kind of mysterious.
She moved closer to him, almost whispering in his ear, letting him take in her vanilla scented bodywash. The sudden proximity and the fact that she revealed that she knew who he was made Kaz lost his focus for a moment and the papers that he was fiddling with scratched his finger. Previously he had to remove his gloves because that place was insanely hot, and know he was looking at a single drop of blood coming put of his finger. "I'll take care of that" "Don't-" in one swift movement she took his hand and licked his finger, the scratch was gone.
"A Healer, you're a Healer" he said snatching his hand from hers and putting back his gloves. "I know that you're studying to become a medik, the youngest one in Ketterdam if you keep those grades" "You checked my grades?" She said laying back on the chair, raising her eyebrows. "I read your essays" Kaz turned to look at her smirking. "I'm here to offer you a job-" "Oh I'm not a whore" Kaz had just started to feel better after her unexpected touch and now he was almost choking on his drink "WHAT?" She did everything in her power to keep a serious face "I said I don't have sex for money" the boy was completely red and Vik couldn't hold her laugh anymore "As a healer, a job as a healer, and medik for the Dregs" Kaz sounded rather annoyed, she took a sip of her drink, that offer was completely unexpected. "Does it pay as good as this?" "We can make a few arrengements" "Well I have to think about it" she shrugged "What do you want to do now, I'm yours for another hour" before he could think of an answer she was on her feet.
"I can dance for you" "Please don't start dancing" Kaz was trying to look everywhere except in her direction "My boss is going to think it's very weird if you just came here to talk to me. Come on you can look, if you don't I'll be forced to get another client" Vik started to move along with the music, just for the sake of making the famous Dirtyhands uncomfortable, in fact, no one would make her change clients, Kaz had already paid for her and he could do whatever he wanted in that time.
But her little plan worked and he reclutantly laid back in his chair and started to look at her, her exposed body, inhaling the sweet scent that filled his nostrils whenever she moved.
For someone who despised skin to skin contact as he did, this girl was really starting to test his boundaries, and his nerves. The fact that she was totally unbothered by who he was was weird for him, no one dared to play with him like she was. Kaz had to admit that the girl had something interesting, she made him curious. Why aren't you scared?Â
After a while, he found himself thinking about the fact that he would have gladly gave away the rubys he had as shirt cufflinks to put his hands on her, to trace the lines of her tattoos with his fingers. Saints, these drinks are strong. Dirtyhands wanted to ask her if she had any idea of how dangerous he was. Another part of him that rarely came out was thriving for how careless Vik was. Careless gets you killed in the Barrel.
"Now you're looking at me like you want to eat me" before he could connect his brain, his mouth responded "Maybe I do" Vik was so surprised that she stopped her private show to look at him with her eyebrows so raised that he thought that must've hurt. He cleared his voice trying to regain his composure, cursing himself to have let that really weird thing slip out of his mouth. He got on his feet and moved away from her in a hurry while she called his name. "I'll pay for the rest of your shift, so go home and think of my proposal, if you say yes come tomorrow at eight bells at the Crow Club" he didn't even turned to look at her. Vik saw him talking to her boss, than he left some money on the counter and left the club without sparing her another glance.
"Saints he was that into you from the start" Jesper said when she finished her story. "I can be a very charming person when I want" she winked. He let out a laugh "Oh I have no doubt on that, if you charmed the bastard of the Barrel himself I can only imagine your effect on a common person". They kept smocking in silence for a while. "And so you went to the club and he hired you?" "Yes it basically went like that, I started to work that night. I believe you were my very first patient at the Slat" "That's such a sweet thing, and now I'm the first to know all your dirty secrets" "I guess you are". Jesper throw his arm around her shoulder, leaving a little kiss on her hair. "And then what happened between you two?" she chuckled "Well he tried to stay away from me as much as he could, even if I was healing him he just wouldn't talk, but one night I totally saved his life" "What?!" Vik took another cigarette a started another story.
Part 3
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