#hard enough to get men to listen to one woman let alone two. like the rabid 'vote Blue' block will suck it up even if they don't like her

[theinfinitedivides]

also saw a post already saying we have a chance for a two woman Democratic ticket now and y'all. be so f*cking fr rn are y'all serious

[moonsgemini]

cherry wine - firefighter!rafe

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summary: who knew career day would involve a hot sexy mustached firefighter wanting to take you on a date.

warnings: teacher!reader x firefighter!rafe, mutual pining, fluff, a little self doubt, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, talk of sex but no smut

an: that pic is how I picture firefighter!rafe, I don’t think I need to elaborate any more. title will make more sense in the second part, hope you all enjoy!! & yes this will be a part 2 of the date hehehe. I did not proof read this so my bad

masterlist - part two

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This day could not end sooner. I had been the most chaotic day trying to consistently wrangle a bunch of nine year olds. It was the third grade’s career day at the school you taught at.

The day has been filled with moving from station to station and learning about new careers. Some were a little more interesting than others. It was hard to get the kids to leave the lizard wrangler but they didn’t care much for the optometrist.

Some of the lovely volunteers were kind enough to provide treats for the kids which only made their energy sky rocket. It was your first year teaching and even though you felt confident in your abilities to handle the kids you still tripped up a bit. A kid scraped his knee running from the hair stylist to the park ranger. You were a bit busy untangling a brush out another students hair to tell him not to run. It had been a lot.

Now it was nearing closer to the bell ringing and your weekend starting. You were definitely going to need a drink after today. Career day led up to the fire department coming and showing the kids every tool, button, and switch on their trucks. It would give you and your fellow teachers some time to relax as they all sat around the parking lot waiting for them to arrive.

“You survive today?” Martha asked as she stood next to you. The two of you started at this school together, both being first time teachers. That alone strengthened the immediate bond you had with the curly haired woman.

You let out a tired laugh, “Barely, you?”

She nodded, “Barely.”

You looked around briefly to make sure students weren’t listening to you two, “Winnie’s tonight?”

She grinned happily, “Thought you’d never ask. I could use a drink or ten.”

“Agreed.” You nodded.

That’s when you all spotted the two trucks approaching. The kids started to cheer and scream as they honked.

Martha leaned in to murmur, “At least we get to end the day with hot men with mustaches.”

That’s when it hit you. You hadn’t even thought about that all day. Now your hair was a mess and your light makeup all practically gone.

“I didn’t even think about that. I look like a mess,” You muttered.

“Oh please you look good. Even after wrangling twenty five children all day.”

You nudged her with a grin. The trucks parked in front of the students and the firefighters began filing out. The principal stood in front introducing them and what they were going to do.

Martha was right. Hot fireman indeed. There were six guys and they all began introducing themselves. You tried your hardest to pay attention to each one and watch your kids, but it was hard when one particular firefighter stood out.

He looked younger than the rest with his bleached hair and untrimmed mustache. His biceps bulged in his navy tee shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked so big and broad you wanted to melt. His eyes scanned the crowd as the guy next to him began introducing himself. That’s when his eyes passed you and did a double take. At least that’s what you hoped that was. He made eye contact with you and a small smirk began forming on his lips. Not looking away as your face began to heat up from his stare.

You looked away briefly as your nerves bubbled. When you looked back he was still looking at you and that smirk had gotten wider. Even when it was his turn to introduce himself he didn’t look away.

“Hi everyone I’m Rafe, I’ve been a firefighter for three years now. I also help train the new fire dogs to be able to help us out when we need them,” He finished giving the crowd a big smile. He finally looked away from you as he rubbed his mustache.

-

The presentation was supposed to be and hour but it somehow felt like five minutes. Probably because you couldn’t look away from someone in particular. He was just so handsome. The way his back muscles tightened and arms bulged as he picked things up had you feeling butterflies in places you didn’t know were possible.

This was not like you to get so dumbstruck by a man. You should know better that attractive fireman should not be trusted. But damn was he good to look at.

Rafe was grateful that he had decided to sign up to volunteer for career day at the schools. He liked seeing how excited kids got at their job so he was doing it solely for that. He didn’t expect to lay eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At first he thought the teachers were all going to be his mom’s age older, but nope. He had been very wrong.

As him and the guys went through their presentation he couldn’t help but glance over at her any chance he got.

Even the mom’s who arrived early to get a glimpse of them weren’t enough to distract him. Even after first setting his eyes on her he knew he was going to do everything in his power to talk to her.

-

The firefighters stayed until all the kids had been picked up so they didn’t get stuck in the after school traffic. Rafe was thankful they didn’t get a call either or else he would have missed his chance. He looked over to where you were waving goodbye to your last student of the day and saw his open window.

He pat Javier on the back leaving him to wind up the hose himself, “Be right back.”

He stood up with a furrowed brow, “Of course Cameron.” He muttered as he said the blonde stride over to the pretty teacher.

You were texting Martha as you began walking to your class to see if she was already at Winnies. She had gotten out earlier as all her students were picked up already. You didn’t notice the broad man that approached you.

“Hi, can I walk you back to your class?” You looked up slightly startled.

Were you hallucinating because of the heat? Why was this big tall handsome stranger talking to you? You looked around to see if he was talking to someone else.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself with a questioning look.

His smirk widened, “Yeah, it’s really dangerous out here to be walking alone.” He teased.

You laughed, “Right um yeah sure.”

“Lead the way,” He said as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Your guys presentation was really good, the kids loved it. I already know they’re not going to shut up about it next week,” You laughed brushing hair behind your ear. You felt like a teenager again with a crush.

He smiled, “Thanks. Hopefully inspired some future firefighters. I’ve been doing it for a couple years now, is this your first year teaching?”

You were surprised he even thought about that, “Yeah actually it is.”

“I knew I’d remember that face if I’d seen you before,” Rafe wasn’t one to hold back with his flirting. When he knew what he wanted he would do anything in his power to get it. His career choice definitely helps him out a bit.

You coughed a surprised laugh, “Oh I- uh this is me,” you stuttered out as you got to your classroom. You weren’t used to men being so forward. They usually danced around compliments like they wanted you to work for it before earning one.

He opened the door for you, “I’m Rafe by the way,” He held his big hand out for you to shake. He took your much smaller hand in his as you told him your name. The heat of having his attention never leaving your cheeks.

“Are you doing anything tonight? I’d love to see you outside of work,” He leaned against the door casually. As he folded his arms over his chest they looked even bigger. You’re surprised there’s no drool dripping down your chin.

“No uh well yes I am, I’m meeting my friend Martha. She was standing next to me during the assembly. We’re going to Winnie’s if you’d like to join. Or not it’s fine if you don’t and you changed your mind or something,” You cleared your throat as you finished rambling.

That smirk turning into a wide grin, “I’ll see you there. Maybe I’ll bring one of the guys with me.”

She nodded with a smile, “That’d be great, I’m sure Martha would appreciate that.”

“I’ll see you then,” He winked subtly and walked back out. That smug grin still on his face.

-

“You are the bestest friend I’ve ever had!” Martha exclaimed as you finished telling her about your conversation with the hot firefighter.

You laughed, “I didn’t even do anything, god he’s so hot I hope I don’t embarrass myself.” You looked back at the entrance to the bar to see if he was here yet.

“You won’t. He probably loves the whole cute young elementary teacher thing,” Marth said as she took a sip of her cocktail.

“I don’t wanna be that though. I want to be a hot sexy woman,” You sighed dramatically.

When you got to winnies you spent about 10 minutes in your car fixing your smudged makeup and messy hair. You really wished career day didn’t put you through the ringer. You even changed into a random top that was in the backseat because the tee shirt you were wearing wasn’t doing you justice.

It had been almost an hour and they still hadn’t shown up. You had begun to feel disappointed that maybe he was just all talk. Maybe he did that to every new teacher at the schools he went to. But to save yourself the self pity you thought maybe he got a call and had to work. That was the most reasonable explanation. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“They probably got busy. Saving lives or something,” Martha waved off as she finished her second drink. You were also currently on your second and your feet were feeling fuzzy so you were cutting yourself off. You’d probably end up going home after the buzz wore off.

You tried not to show how disappointment flowed through you, “Yeah probably. Guess it was too go-“ you cut yourself off as you saw the door open and a head of bleach blonde hair came through. Your eyes widened and look away quickly.

“Ohmygod he’s here,” you mumbled to Martha. He hasn’t seen you yet.

She smiled, “Is the friend hot?”

You looked over and that’s when you met his eye. Rafe was already looking at you. He smirked and began walking over with a guy to a similar build as him walked behind him.

“Yes and they’re coming,” You said quickly as you cleared your throat.

“Hello ladies,” Rafe smirked as he approached.

You smiled softly, “Hey,”

Rafe thought you were pretty before but now in this setting you looked unreal. He was so glad he signed up for career day.

“This is Josh,” He nodded towards the brunette next to him.

You smiled politely at him, “Hi Josh. I’m y/n and this is Martha,” You looked over at her, “Martha, Rafe.”

They greeted each other as the guys sat down. Having Rafe so close to you was making you a bit dizzy. The alcohol wasn’t helping that either.

“What are you drinking?” Rafe asked you nodding towards your drink.

“Oh I was having gin and pineapple juice but I think I’m done for the night,” You admitted sheepishly.

He smiled teasingly, “Well wish I could have made it earlier to actually have that drink with you.”

You thought about it for a minute, “I guess I could have one more with you. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“You sure about that? You’re okay with just straight tequila shots?”

Your eyes widened muttering, “Geez maybe you will be drinking alone.”

He laughed, “In that case I guess we’ll just have a beer?” He said more as a question wanting to make sure that was okay with you.

You pretended to think for a minute humming, “Hmmm fine with me. Except no IPA’s,” you said making a face

“Yes ma’am,” He nodded getting up from the high table.

Across from you Josh was getting Martha’s drink order and you could already tell he liked her. The way he leaned in as if he couldn’t hear her despite the bar not being loud yet. You looked over at the bar where Rafe stood waiting for a bartender. He looked so good leaning over the bar. The muscles of his back flexing under the navy shirt. You couldn’t be more grateful for career day.

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Rafe was oh so screwed. He was liking this third grade teacher a little too much. He had never felt so attracted to someone. Not just physically. He loved how animated you were when you talked, always using your hands. The passion in your eyes when you spoke about your class was admirable.

It was a done deal that you weren’t going to just be a hook up. No way would Rafe think about letting you out of his grasp. You were so soft and sweet, he can already imagine just how sweet you taste.

He knew it wasn’t one sided either. He saw the way you watched him as he told childhood stories and how he became a firefighter. You didn’t look at him like some hero the way most women did but you looked at him like you were proud of him. It made this weird feeling in his chest bloom. But he loved that look in your eye.

Whatever dance you two had been playing the last hour was starting to wear him thin. He wanted to touch you. Not even in a sexual way but he wanted to tuck that piece of hair behind your ear or give your thigh a reassuring squeeze every time you thought you were rambling. Rafe wanted to hear you go on and on about everything.

Throughout the night your chairs had slowly started to scoot closer to each other. Then your arms started brushing each other. Even the small contact set his skin on fire. The need in his bones growing.

You would dare to move a muscle once your skin touched he was so warm and as you looked over his bicep was just beghing to be bitten. The alcohol was helping your brain wander to that place you only visited at night alone in your bed.

As was telling a story about his vacation in Italy your eyes couldn’t help but wander back over to those biceps that had you drooling when you first saw him. He had his arms crossed over the table. Muscles flexing as he picked up his beer bottle and took a sip. The way his neck moved as he swallowed had you clenching your thighs. You wondered what his skin would taste like. You also wanted to know what it’d feel like to be wrapped in those biceps as he held you up while pou-

“You good?” Rafe asked lowering his head to your gaze. A teasing smirk on his lips.

Your doe eyes looked up at him, “Uh huh.” Way to play it cool.

He chuckled, “What were you thinking about?” You hadn’t noticed that Martha and Josh had gotten up and walked over to the dart board across the bar. Now leaving the two of you alone. The bar had gotten more crowded now and

You shook your head fighting the heat creeping up your spine, “Nothing really.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in closer, “I bet we were thinking about the same thing.”

You swallowed hard trying to use as much of that liquid courage as possible, “Then tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll let you know if you’re right.”

He liked that playful look in your eye, “Well I was thinking about soft your thighs would feel on my cheeks.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe you really weren’t expecting him to be honest. But that truth had you fidget in your seat as that warm feeling in your stomach blossomed.

“I guess we were then,” You hum.

“Mhmm,” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “And what should we do about that sweetheart?”

“I-I” And just like that you had lost your cool. This insanely attractive, funny, smart guy wanted to get into your pants. Hot guys with all those personality traits come once in a blue moon and you were fumbling.

He laughed raising a hand to your shoulder brushing your hair back. His fingertips grazing your exposed collarbone. The light touch making goosebumps rise on your skin. You wanted to lean into his touch but before you could he pulled away, “Let me take you out. Just you and me.”

“Really?” You were a bit dumbfounded. It’s not like you thought he was going to be a bad guy but a part of you had prepared for a one time hook up kind of guy. Which you didn’t mind at first because well it had been almost a year since anyone has met your needs. You weren’t going to turn down sex with a hot firefighter so you’re definitely not turning down a date with one. But you couldn’t help but be curious as to why.

He nodded, “Of course. You’re beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, passionate. I really could go on but I’ll save that for our date.”

You huffed out an amused laugh, “Okay yeah I’d love to go on a date. Assuming this doesn’t count?”

He shook his head with a frown, “I’d never do this for a first date, especially not for someone like you. I’ll treat you right y/n don’t you worry.”

That heat was back again, “You say this to all the women you meet at on career day?”

He smirked, “Just the ones I can’t stop thinking about. Which has only happened with you.”

His reassurances ignited something in you. The feeling of being wanted was something you hadn’t felt in a while and you really liked it. You really liked who was making you feel wanted.

“So how would you treat me Rafe?”

God. He loved the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. He wanted to hear you say it in so many scenarios. Specifically ones where you’re naked.

His knee bumped hers under the table, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six and show you exactly what I’d do.”

[mizading]

Taking Care of Sick JJK Men

╰┈➤ {Characters} : Satoru Gojo, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto.

╰┈➤ {Warnings} : None

Satoru Gojo:

With a sick Satoru, you’ll be greeted with his sniffles and strong arms clinging to your waist as soon as the sun rises. Little groans and complaints would leave his lips to get your attention. (He’s an attention whore.)

Satoru would whine endlessly about how sick he felt, pleading for you to miraculously make him feel better. A little pout is permanent on Satoru’s face. He’s always excessively moody when he feels sick.

As if his complaints weren't enough, Satoru has no shame, clinging and kissing all over you as if he won't get you ill as well. It’s Satoru’s way of self-soothing when he’s grumpy and feeling under the weather.

No matter how much you complain or push him off, Satoru will come right back, holding you tighter than before. It’s not like he wants to get you sick; he just can't keep his hands to himself to save his life.

Like the big baby he is, Satoru will beg and beg for you to make him homemade soup. Be prepared to spoon it to him if you make some.

Cuddles, cuddles, cuddles. Most of the day will be spent in different cuddling positions. Satoru doesn’t care how hot or sweaty you two eventually get; he refuses to let go. Big spoon or little spoon, he doesn’t care as long as he gets his cuddles.

Despite how high his fever is, Satoru insists on taking at least one bath. Baths with you always soothe him. Telling him no is useless; Satoru always gets what he wants.

Nothing in this world could ever make Satoru happier than sitting in the bath between your legs with you washing and massaging his hair. He loves how delicate you are when you scrub his sick body.

Satoru likes to be sung to softly once back in bed with you. He doesn’t care what you sound like; you sound beautiful to him regardless. Satoru feels safe when he’s able to nuzzle his head into your chest and listen to your gentle voice.

Satoru feels at ease being vulnerable and treated like a human being after spending his entire life being treated as nothing more than the strongest.

Sick days with Satoru aren’t easy, but you’ll do anything and everything for him because he’ll do the exact same and more for you.

Kento Nanami:

Much like Geto, Nanami keeps to himself when he’s sick. He doesn’t believe that it's your responsibility to take care of him, no matter the circumstances.

It’s quite hard to tell when Nanami is sick; he refuses to let a “minor bug” hinder his performance. Unfortunately for Nanami, this “minor bug” forced him to call out of work early.

Nanami shuts you out when he comes home, constantly reminding you to stay away for your own good. You’re stubborn, and of course you weren’t going to let your husband suffer sick alone.

You still respect Nanami’s wishes and manage to keep a small distance between you two while taking care of him simultaneously. When you help Nanami take his work uniform off and pepper his bare back with kisses, he wanted to marry you all over again.

A hot shower with you is a must. All Nanami wants is to hug your body close and let the droplets of hot water patter on you two. A little back massage in the process would melt his poor heart. Nanami knows that he’s not keeping a safe distance, but he can’t seem to care at the moment. He’s more than willing to take days off of work just to care for you if you get sick as well.

Getting Nanami to lay down or sit down is quite hard. He has a hard time giving his body a break. The only way that you can get him to lay down is if you offer him cuddles. At this point, any attempts at keeping distance are thrown out the window.

Nanami becomes extra soft when he’s sick. He’ll spend hours on end laying in bed with his eyes closed, telling you why he loves you. Even after hours of him explaining, he still can’t tell you every reason why you’re the only woman he’ll ever love.

Nanami considers being sick a perfect time to simply catch up and talk. The conversations will range from his high school days to what he thinks happens after death. He might even throw in a random book from his collection to read to you.

Being in such a weak state reminds Nanami that a full life isn’t guaranteed. He’ll bring up his plans for the future with you once he retires. Even if living a full life isn’t guaranteed, he’ll do everything in his power to guarantee a future in Malaysia with you before it’s too late.

Suguru Geto:

Suguru has a bad habit of keeping quiet when he’s sick. He doesn’t want you to risk getting sick yourself while taking care of him. Suguru would much rather suffer in silence if it meant keeping you safe and healthy. This poor boy will hide from you in the house, purposely looking down when you’re near.

You only notice that Suguru is sick when you catch him slugging around the house with a red nose and tired eyes when he thinks you’re gone. That would explain why the full tissue box was almost empty within 2 hours. He’ll refuse to admit that he’s sick, but you know better.

Without question, you immediately come to the rescue, dragging Suguru back to the bed with a thermometer and water bottle in your hand. He knows that he’s been caught and won't be able to keep you from getting sick now.

As much as Suguru doesn’t want you to risk getting sick, he absolutely loves your gentle care. It’ll take a few hours of convincing for Suguru to finally let you care for him without pushing you away. His weak state makes it easier for you to force him to comply.

Due to how soft Suguru's voice naturally is, he loses his voice 9/10 times when he gets sick. It melts your heart to hear him ask for favors in a little whisper. He finds it embarrassing, but you convince him otherwise. Suguru thinks it's so sweet and strange that you find almost everything about him in his sick state cute.

Suguru doesn’t ask for much out of fear of burning you out. He tends to keep to himself. With enough harassment, you’ll eventually get him to tell you his needs. Lucky for him, you always give him what he needs and more without him having to ask. He can’t believe how lucky he is sometimes. What did a man like him do to deserve such an angel?

He wouldn’t dare ask you for affection in the state he’s in, even if he wanted it so so badly. His eyes scanning your body constantly, unfortunately, gave him away. Without hesitation, you'll give Suguru more love than he can handle.

You can’t help but smother Suguru with your affection. You have no concern about getting sick yourself. Your priority is making your baby feel better.

Suguru is an adorable mess when he’s sick. He’ll never take your love and care for granted.

Banner Credits: Cafekitsune

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Transferrable Skills Part 1

Transferrable Skills Masterlist

Your therapist warned you about superstitious thinking. You've been working on it. In fact, you've been very good at catching it, challenging yourself to relax, and letting things go. Even before this big work trip, you consciously avoided the "unhelpful" rituals and reminded yourself that the little ones were just to make you feel secure, not to actually influence the future across an ocean.

"I'm very nervous," you had told Señor Snuggly two weeks ago. Your worn out stuffed lizard hadn't said anything back, of course. "That's normal, because it’s an international flight. So I'm going to give you a hug good-bye, and you're gonna stay here to watch the house. I know it's not going to change anything, but I'll feel better knowing you're here."

At the airport, you realized that you had forgotten your toothbrush. It had satisfied the part of your brain that was looking for one (1) thing to go wrong. Superstitious thinking, but the kind that helped you to relax and listen to music until you boarded.

Now, forced to sit on the floor, surrounded by shouting men with guns, your brain is stuck on your lopsided stuffed animal and blue toothbrush. Of all the things that could pop into your head, why those?

You almost let out a nervous giggle at the mental image of Señor Snuggly using your toothbrush as a shiv to save the day. And then the idea of what would happen if you started laughing right now almost startles you into another burst of giggles. You clap your hands over your mouth and curl into yourself a little bit more.

Next to you, your boss throws you a sympathetic look. "You okay?"

"No talking!" The nearest assailant yells in heavily accented English. You're pretty sure the attackers have been speaking Russian, but you could be mistaken. He brandishes his gun. "You want to die?"

"She needs to go to the restroom," your boss answers.

"No, I don't," you protest. You really, really do, and have for the last two hours. But being escorted out of the room alone seems like enough of a Bad Idea that your bladder can wait.

"No, she does not," the man confirms. "Shut up. Do not talk."

You meet your boss's eyes and try to silently convey, Why are you trying to get me killed?

His doughy face says back, I am a white man who goes to the gym once a week, and I really like the John Wick movies. I have delusions of being a hero. If one man takes you to the bathroom I have the mistaken belief that I can overpower two men with guns to save everyone. Also you're a black woman, so don't you have super powers? I believe in you, queen.

You may be projecting.

Ten minutes later, just as you're wondering if you should suggest a group field trip down the hall to the bathrooms, a series of gunshots rings through the building. The energy in the room goes from nervous to frantic in an instant. Your bladder shuts up. The Russian men start shouting and waving their guns, apparently too agitated to speak English. Two hostages start crying because no one else speaks Russian, just English, French and your half-forgotten, informal, Mexican Spanish.

Another three Russians come bursting in the room, snarling something you can’t understand. They grab at a couple of people, force them to stand at gunpoint and gesture to the rest of you. And then everyone is up and kind of moving in the direction of the door. But you can’t get out of the door because they’re blocking it, but they’re really agitated that the room is still full of hostages. And then some people are being pushed back down to the floor. Your boss ends up sitting back down again. A hard hand closes on your arm before you can get down, and you and four others are dragged out.

The leader says, “You all are dignitaries, yes? Your embassies will send money or they will watch you die.”

This is, potentially, the worst possible scenario. None of the five of you are even remotely important, let alone dignitaries. You’re not 100% sure about most of the others, but you’re an aid. An aid to an aid, really. The blonde woman with the remarkably sharp bob is a personal assistant. Today’s conference was about health data management, of all things.

You decide you’re not going to die with a full bladder. You look to the man holding your arm in an iron grip and point to the upcoming door on the right. “Can I please go to the restroom? I’ll be quick.”

He asks the leader something in Russian, and then you’re being shoved through the bathroom door. He doesn’t follow you into the stall, but it’s still so awkward to pee knowing that there’s a man with a gun waiting for you. You’re so glad you aren’t on your period - opening the wrapper on anything right now would feel louder than it has since middle school.

The door to the restroom opens just as the toilet finishes flushing. You hear a scuffle, an aborted shout, and then something heavy hits the floor. You freeze, heart racing. But then there’s no more sound.

You wait for what feels like an hour but must only be a minute before calling, “H-hello?”

You don’t get an answer. Unlocking the door and easing it open, you peek out and stifle a gasp. The man who had escorted you is on the ground, a pool of blood growing around him. His gun is gone.

You’re halfway through washing your hands before you realize you’re on autopilot.

It takes everything in you to fight down the urge to freeze in place and make yourself inch around the body to the door. When you poke your head out, the hall looks so normal that it makes you dizzy for a second. You try to decide what to do through the anxiety fog. You can’t hide in the bathroom with a dead body, and you probably can’t go back to the big room with everyone without getting shot. You have no idea where the other faux-dignitaries were taken. Apparently, there’s at least one person going around killing people in bathrooms.

You try to think of what your therapist would say in this situation. All of the options feel bad, she would say. So you can’t not do anything because it feels bad. Thank the anxiety for trying to keep you safe, then try to pick the least awful course of action.

“Fight, flight, freeze, fawn,” you whisper to yourself. Fighting is right out. “Flight, freeze, fawn.” There’s a body pouring blood right behind you. “Flight, fawn.” No one is around to appease. “Flight.”

Another gunshot and shouting. It sounds like it’s coming from the left, so you head right.

You shuck off your sensible kitten heels and fervently wish your otherwise sensible pantsuit wasn’t pastel purple in this very beige hallway. Not that a thicker-than-European-average black woman mincing around in a Swiss hotel and conference center would be inconspicuous in a black suit, your mind counters itself. You try to force your brain to shut up, with mixed success.

You wander a good five minutes, reminding yourself not to panic at every locked door you try. The halls are so quiet that you half convince yourself that you’ve gotten out of immediate danger. So of course, right as you’re about the round the next corner, one of the Russians appears, reeling backwards. And then he collapses, a knife sticking out of his neck.

You can’t really worry about that, though, because right after him comes one of the largest men you’ve ever seen. He must catch sight of you out of the corner of his eye, because his head snaps to look at you. You barely register the assault rifle in his hands because his eyes bore into you through the top half of a human skull.

Oh, I’m glad I already peed, you think, staring into the eyes of Death.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” the man says, growls really. “What are you doing here?”

“I… bathroom? Please don’t kill me. I’ll cooperate.” you squeak out. Oh, fawning! Cool.

“Price, I’ve got one of the hostages,” he says, nonsensically. “I’ve cleared the east wing.”

You jump when his walkie-talkie - of course it’s a walkie-talkie - squawks back an “Affirmative. Status?”

“She’s up and walking,” the man says, not taking his eyes from yours. “Seems uninjured.”

“Stow her somewhere safe.”

“Negative,” Death says. Before you can panic because what the fuck does that mean? he says, “Bringing her back with me.”

“Copy.”

When he takes a step toward you, you stop breathing. Everything in you is screaming RUN and DON’T MOVE at the same time. His second step in your direction results in a full body twitch. You get the impression that the gun is pointed at the ground, but the only thing you can really see is bone white over a black mask and what might be really pretty brown eyes, but the shadow from the overhead light really makes it hard to tell and your vision is going a bit darkaroundtheedgesandohI’mstillnotbreathingthat’snotgreat.

You’re shocked into gasping when a gloved palm touches the side of your face. The rough material helps you settle into your body, just in time to start hyperventilating.

And that’s when things get weird, because Death says, “Easy, lovie. Settle, f’ me, yeah? Deep breaths, like we’ve practiced.”

Your brain latches on to the familiar command to settle before you can even question why it’s familiar. The way the man makes a long, low shushing noise makes you so suddenly weak in the knees that you stagger where you stand.

And then it clicks. Holy shit. You know this voice. You know these commands. You’ve been listening to and learning them at least once a week for the last six months. He doesn’t even sound that different from over the phone or on a video call.

“There you go, that’s good,” Simon, the dominant you’ve been seeing online, tells you through his skull mask. “Keep breathin’. In through the nose, out through the mouth.”

It’s the second time in your life you’ve been surprised out of a panic attack. “W-what the fuck? Si?” you gasp. “What are you doing here? Did you kill that guy?”

“Questions are gonna have to wait,” he says. “Keep breathing. In for four, hold for two. In for two, out for eight. Can you do that?”

“Why are you in Switzerland?”

“Breathe,” he rumbles. “Settle.”

“No,” you hiss, even as your shoulders relax another fraction. The corners of your eyes start prickling with tears.

“This is a double red light situation,” Si says, staring into your eyes. “I know you’re scared, but I’m going to get you out of here. You trust me?”

“You are wearing a skull on your face.”

“And you’re wearing a purple suit,” he answers. “There are people who want to shoot both of us. You get one more outburst, then you’re breathing and following me. Acknowledge.”

What the fuck? “This isn’t a scene!”

His eyes bore into yours. “Might surprise you, but I’m aware. Acknowledge.”

A distant shout makes you flinch. You relent. “Acknowledged. Four in, hold two, two in, out eight. Follow.”

“Good girl,” he says, patting your cheek once. “Stay behind me.”

[honeylations]

Hii would you be open to more Karina x reader fics? Im on that Karina drought and feel like I’ve read every single wlw fic out there

-🩵

Of courseeee😚

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

Prompt: Your boss went on a 2 month long business trip and he trusts you with taking care of his wife while he’s gone

Warnings/Notes: G!P reader, cheating, mommy kink, oral, age gap (reader is younger), masturbation

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Growing up, you always had an interest in gardening thanks to your grandma and it grew stronger the moment you read more books and watched plenty of documentaries. Not only did you decide to take Horticulture as a degree in university but you were lucky enough to get a part time job as a gardener for a rich business couple.

Hwang Hyunjin was a kind and hard working man, always greeting you warmly to his mansion, buying you the necessary gardening equipment needed, and even holding nice conversations when he wasn’t too busy.

His wife, Karina, was just as kind. She’d pack Mr Hwang a good lunch for work while also making him a nice breakfast every morning to give the energy needed for the day.

You were currently removing weeds from Mr Hwang’s garden, trying not to let the hot sun slow you down from the many other tasks needed to be done. You turned your head and saw your boss walking out the mansion with a few other men tailing behind while holding luggage bags.

“Off to another business trip Mr Hwang?” You asked with a smile, Hyunjin happily smiling back.

“That’s right, Y/n. Unfortunately for two months this time. I trust you’ll take care of this garden while I’m away”

“I won’t let you down, sir” You saluted.

“You’re more than welcome to stay over and use our guest room. I can hire someone to drop you to your lectures if you’d like”

“That’s so sweet of you, Mr Hwang. I’d appreciate that a lot”

Hyunjin nodded before putting his sunglasses on. “Take care of my wife too please”

“I’ll do my best” You bowed and watched him leave in his limo before continuing your work on the garden.

Karina sighed with relief when she saw her husband leave, finally getting the alone time she needed. Her eyes suddenly landed on your well built body dressed in a black shirt and jeans.

She remembered how strong the butterflies were when you first stepped into the mansion, Hyunjin introducing you as the new gardener since both were too busy to take care of their flowers and plants. Your bright smile, outgoing personality, and passion for plants had just made you so attractive to the older woman.

At first she felt guilty.

Guilty for feeling such attraction to someone younger when she was already happily married. Yeah, happily married until she found out her husband was going on these business trips as an excuse to sleep with one of his co workers. She saw it all when she saw message notifications from the mistress, and the secret lunch dates they had which Giselle took photos of and sent it to Karina.

An idea popped into her head. If Hyunjin was out here carelessly slipping his dick into other bitches, who was he to stop Karina from playing the same type of game? She smirked to herself before walking out the mansion to where you were still working.

She was wearing a short silk robe, her hair nicely curled and just light makeup on her face. “Good morning Y/n”

You stood up from your squatting position and bowed at the older woman. “Good morning Mrs Hwang! Lovely weather today, isn’t it?”

Karina wanted to gag from the name but your smile was making her mood better. “It definitely is. Listen, I want to thank you so much for taking care of our garden, we really appreciate it”

“It’s no worries at all, Mrs Hwang. Just doing what I love”

“How about spending the rest of the day getting to know each other? I believe you deserve a good break”

“Oh that sounds lovely but there’s so much tasks to do” You politely declined but Karina wasn’t going to back down.

“It’s okay, trust me. As your boss’ wife, I want you to take the day off from gardening. It’s my way of thanking you”

Of course, you couldn’t disobey orders from your boss’ wife. “If you insist, Mrs Hwang”

“Please, call me Karina, darling” She winked, letting you follow her inside the mansion.

“I don’t think you wanna be spending the day in those dirty clothes, dear. Go upstairs and take a shower, you can borrow Hyunjin’s clothes. I’m sure he won’t mind”

Nodding, Karina led you to the huge bathroom and you took a nice hot shower before grabbing a few clothes from your boss’ closet. You returned downstairs after blow drying your hair and Karina felt herself grow wetter at the sight of you in a white shirt and grey sweatpants. She could even see the print of your dick, making her wonder just how big you were without all the clothing.

“Comfy?”

“Yes I am, thank you Mrs Hwa- I mean Karina!” Your face went red at the small mistake that got Karina chuckling.

She stood up and grabbed you by the collar before pushing you down on the couch, straddling your lap. “I’m gonna cut to the chase, Y/n. I know my husband is cheating on me with some other whore and I know my time is worth better than to cry about it”

“Mr Hwang is-wait what?”

“You’re cute, Y/n. Hot even. Everything about you just makes me want you so bad” Karina whispered in your ear.

“Y-You want me?” The tips of your ears went red.

“Please tell me you want me too, baby. Make me feel all better. Can you do that?” She started to move her hips against your crotch, smiling at the feeling of your hard cock.

Everything felt so wrong but Karina’s clothed pussy drenching your stiffening dick felt so good. Your hands were resting on her hips and you wanted nothing else other than destroying her on the couch. There was no denying that you do think about her when you’re in your bedroom, jerking off the entire night until your hand got sore.

“I-I wanna push you away b-but…at the same time I don’t” You said breathlessly.

Karina started to whimper. “Don’t. Please, I know you’ll fill me up better than my stupid cheating husband”

Right. Hyunjin was cheating on this fine ass woman that was currently begging for your cock. It was a fair game after all.

That thought was enough to make you give in. You pushed your lips against the older’s, having a rough tongue battle while bucking your hips. Karina pulled her lips away just to throw her head back, the movement caused her silk robe to slip off her shoulders and her huge breast were in display.

“Come on cutie, I know you want to suck them. You deserve it” She smiled down at you.

You licked your lips before diving right in to her chest, savouring the left breast like it was your last meal and then doing the same to the other. Karina was squealing at your warm tongue, imagining how great it would feel in her cunt instead.

Just before she could give you a praise, you stood up and quickly went to the guest room where you practically threw Karina on the bed. “Didn’t think you had that confidence in you” She chuckled before you went back to devouring her breast.

“Need you to use that tongue on my pussy, baby. I’m getting impatient now” Karina pouted.

You sat up to remove all your clothes as Karina easily removed her robe, both of you left bare in a matter of seconds. The older woman couldn’t help but stare at your cock, mesmerised at the sight of you slowly stroking it. “Holy fuck you’re huge. Must’ve pleased so many women with that” Karina purred while two of her fingers rubbed at her clit.

“And I’m about to please another” You responded with a cocky smile.

Karina spread her legs wide to present more of her glistening sex, still circling her puffy nub and motioning for you to come closer. “Eat my pussy good, baby. Don’t wanna disappoint mommy, do ya?”

The name made your breath hitch but you nodded. “N-No mommy, want to make you feel good”. You crawled over and held her thighs before giving long licks from her entrance to her clit.

Karina threw her head back with a breathless low moan, a hand automatically grabbing onto your long hair. You wasted no time in pushing your long wet muscle inside, already sending the older into pure bliss.

“O-Oh my god, oh my god yes Y/n!”

Humming in satisfaction, you moved your tongue faster, having to force Karina’s legs wider so you could push yourself into deeper.

“Please please don’t stop, baby! You’re making mommy feel so…fucking good!” Karina cried as her hips bucked into your drenched face, wanting impossibly more.

“Yeah just like that~ Gonna cum quickly, baby. You want that? Want mommy to cum all over that fucking good tongue of yours hm?”

Obviously not being able to verbally respond, you shook your head and hummed, keeping your rough pace as Karina’s legs started to shake. With one hand tangled in your hair, the other moved to harshly rub at her neglected clit, multiplying the pleasure by 100.

“Oh god, fuck I’m cumming! Gonna cum on that pretty face!” Karina said with a final scream, her eyes rolling back with pure ecstasy as she released her juices.

You were startled at the sudden blow to the face but you were quick to clean it all up until she was clean. You slowly moved up to face Karina and she couldn’t help but tiredly smile at your drenched mouth, pulling you in to connect your lips once more.

“You made mommy so proud, darling. So so proud” she kept pecking your lips. She felt some movement below her and when she looked down, her leaking cunt started to clench around nothing.

You were shamelessly jerking off while your lips travelled around her neck, leaving bites and hickies that you knew were going to last for weeks. You were groaning and grunting into her ear, Karina’s eyes rolling back as her hands pinched at your nipples, giving them a good squeeze.

“M-Mommy, my cock hurts. Need it inside your pussy please” You panted like a dog in rut, humping into your hand but it wasn’t enough.

“Go on then, baby. Fill me up good” She whispered.

Thanking the heavens, you aligned your tip at her hole and slowly pushed in, giving a gasp at how tight she was. “H-How are you so tight?”

Karina clawed at your forearms, clearly not used to taking something so big up her pussy before. “Y-You’re just too big”

You managed to push yourself all the way in without breaking her and you noticed the discomfort in the older’s face so you placed soft kisses around it. One hand holding underneath her thigh and you used the other to brush her hair out of her face, kissing her tears away. “I’m sorry, does it hurt?”

Karina weakly nodded.

“Sorry mommy. It’ll stop hurting soon, okay?”

Karina’s goal of not falling for you was starting to become more difficult. Sure Hyunjin was sweet in bed, but he couldn’t compare to just how gentle you were right now. She felt so safe and she was willing to throw all her trust in you.

“I’m gonna start moving now. Tell me to stop if it’s too much” You smiled before slowly pulling out and then pushing back in again.

The older woman felt like she was a virgin all over again with the way this was playing out. You were ripping her in half but it felt so good after a few more thrusts. Her nails drew red lines across your back and her legs wrapped around your hips.

“Oh Y/n…”

“Mmm, mommy”

“Please, faster”

Your hips automatically started to jerk faster and you felt your arms starting to ache so you laid your upper body down so your tits were touching Karina’s. Your arms moved from her thighs to her lower back, practically hugging her while you thrusted at a harsh speed, the sound of your skins slapping were echoing off the walls.

“F-Fuck! Yes please just like that, baby!”

You were growling into her ear, mumbling fast sentences on how her cunt felt so good around your cock, wanting her to take it like a slut, saying how she likes your cock better than her cheating husbands.

“Mommy…mommy’s cunt is so good. Gonna shape it to my cock so it’s the only thing you can take. Would you like that mommy?” You panted with a cocky smile.

Karina nodded with tears streaming down her face. “Uh huh. Only want your cock”

“S-So close mommy! C-Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes yes cum inside! Don’t waste a single drop” She cried, playing with her own tits to fasten the pleasure.

“Gonna fucking fill you up so good, mommy” You whined, releasing an aggressive groan into her neck before exploding your gunk of cum inside.

Karina came at the same time, milking the hell out of your still spurting cock. Being so full, her own juices managed to escape and make a dripping line down to your balls.

You relaxed on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her fingers thread through your hair out of comfort despite being completely fucked out. “God, that was amazing” She exhaled with a laugh.

“Sorry, I should’ve used a condom”

“Don’t be sorry. I take the pill anyways”

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” You sat up and pulled out, a little bit of your mixed cum falling out her entrance but she was quick to swipe it up with her finger and suck it.

“At the start it did. Felt like a virgin again”

“I’m glad I made you feel good, Karina. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had” You smiled before carrying her bridal style. “Let me take care of you”

Karina could only nod while feeling lost in your beautiful eyes. She was sure she had fallen way too hard for you.

But this time, she wasn’t gonna push that feeling away.

[sideysvault]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִInnocuous Games ִ ་༘࿐

Pairing: Roman Roy x fem!reader

Wc: 2,030k

Tags: [sfw] Mentions of mature themes, sexual innuendo, slightly toxic relationship, friends with benefits, angst with fluffy ending.

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Once, they only slept together once. Friends for eight years, and it was all tainted by those unstoppable fleeting passions.

The two of them, alone, lonely, drunk. The bathroom of the rented villa was excessively decorated, and the warm crystal lights seemed to swallow the room whole. The thought had crossed her mind before, of course. Numerous times.

And God knew that the November slip did not count as sex. It was so chaste that even the most religious among us would not be able to classify it as a sin.

The second time, in her apartment late in the afternoon, which he usually preferred to sleep in, with the poor excuse that his driver lived closer and that he liked the New York transplant decorations. There had been a little too much champagne; and they fell off the sofa laughing a few times too many; and they had wound up on the floor; and the next thing they knew was that their hands were already all over each other. An innocent, comprehensible mistake. One that was ended by the sudden need of the man to put space between them.

But then it happened again. And again, and again. And eight years of friendship were ruined by the irremissible stain that mutual masturbation and strange sexual encounters left behind.

The both of them knew it was a bad idea, that it would only end with poorly said excuses and the broken pieces of their bond. But it wasn’t enough. It never is, is it? And the worst part of it all was that it wasn’t a matter of fleeting -albeit strong- desire for pulp contact. The woman felt that being just his friend was not enough anymore. Needing him far beyond the realms of which she could obtain. She needed him like a mean, neglected child begging for love.

The late nights at his apartment, the whispered secrets and the allusive but always earnest sweetness that he sometimes gave her would never be enough. Because even in that bathroom, with its dim lights and its artificial scents she was already convinced: If he dared to ask, the woman would give herself completely. Two broken pieces coming together.

All she could think about, between the lascivious eyes and the contained gasps, was how his hair would look in the early mornings, how would his coffee taste in the afternoons, and how words of tender love would roll out his tongue. A life with Roman.

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It had been your best kept secret. A buried and shameful desire you had inexplicably felt since the day you had met him. And now that the line had been crossed, it roamed unleashed between the air that filled the space between you two. It deeply sadden you, being so close to what you desire, knowing that at best you’d only receive his strange patterns of affection and subtextual love. The realization only deepened with every encounter you had with Roman. And it began burbling and burning inside you. Making waves, twisting itself, and unwinding just enough to let you breathe.

The only way to erase the feeling was to drown it with other casual relationships with boring men. The latest provider of stability was a retired Florida lobbyist who wanted to take his chance in the Manhattan real estate scene.

And there you were. In your thirties, proclaiming your love to the brocker to anyone who’d listen, humiliating yourself and playing high school games in hopes that Roman would hear the news. You hoped that he’d finally push you away in a fit of rage and jealousy, that he’d say something hurtful enough to get you out of your torturous enamourment. Or maybe that he’d act indifferent enough for you to finally realize that you’d been nothing but a victim of imaginary romantic affections.

Your brain was working hard to convince its heart that you both just enjoyed to mirror each other, to see your own sickness reflected on someone else. That it was nothing but a sick, meaningless fantasy projected onto a strong but simple friendship.

Deep down, however, you knew your true intentions were different. It was your earnest wish: that some rainbow colored, gonna-happen and not-to-be-mocked day he would confess his feelings to you and be able to have a somewhat conventional and fulfilling relationship with you.

The games finally came to fruition. And in typical Roy extravagance, he decided to start the conversation on the most inappropriate of places.

His sharp and very public office with glass see-through windows. He was pretending to read his emails, doing work, for once. And he didn’t even bother to raise his gaze from his phone when he muttered “So, uh, is it true? Are you in love with the guy or something?”

You sighed, and for a fleeting moment considered telling him the truth. But today was not the day. Instead you distractedly responded “Uh, yeah sure. How could I not be? We've been seeing each other for a while now”

Your response apparently tickled something in the pit of his stomach, because he squirmed on his sit and made an ugly face as he continued his rant

“Come on! The guy is a prick. Just another model-fucking brocker. And from Miami of all places. You believe that make-believe story of early retirement? The guy is probably under investigation, hiding from a trip to the grand jury.” He called your name in an exasperated sigh “They are all the same. You are not some bimbo bitch, you know this”

“Fuck off, Roman. You are so fucking predictable” He really wasn’t, but you still let out a laugh that could only be described as unamused “What about it? You are just another rich suit on the east end and no one’s bitching and complaining about it”

Making your most annoying baby voice, you continued to mock him as you moved closer to him

“Model-fucking brocker. What a clever boy you are, Rome, seriously.”

All of this was going on in the space of a rich shade of brown leather furniture and Italian wooden desks.

Finding it hard to remember how much you enjoyed watching his dark viridescent eyes spark while he thought of another clever comment, how he had stood up for you, shakingly but firm in his conviction of protecting you as much as he could. How at closed doors, he became a cynical no-nonsense type of man early at dawn, only to melt away around the same time dusk came into sight. It was hard to remember it all, remember this was your plan all along, when he acted so dense.

“Stop doing that baby voice on me. You know It gets me going”

”God, Remy. You are HRs worst fucking nightmare, disgusting sick freak!”

“You are only getting me harder. Please go on” He got up the couch and started making theatrical moans and graphic gestures over the coach.

Last thing you expect from an uptight office administration is a fine sense of humor. And you’d be right. They don’t.

Roman doesn’t.

Suddenly tired of the childish bickering that would usually make you smile, you dropped on the sofa, with heavy shoulders, and suddenly feeling that the bun on your hair was too tight, the fabric on tour sweater started itching your skin, and the collar began to strangle you.

The man takes notice. He sits besides you on the sofa, and unbuttons the first two tiny pieces, the ones nearest at your neck. An unexpected smile adorns your face, and he looks down at your neck, the little beams of sweat forming around the warm skin, he looks at you in the eye, a bit more serious, when he tells you “Hey, I get it. I could see how this messianic older Patrick Bateman could wow even as tough a cookie as you. Oh my, yes.”

A laugh is heard. Roman seems relieved. You get closer to him and playfully bump him on the shoulder with yours.

Things are quiet for a beat. But they can’t stay silent forever.

“You are not in love with him”.

“I am”

“No, you are not.”

Murmullo something under your breath, undoing your hair, preparing for the reason why you’ve been enduring this conversation in the first place.

“Please, Remy. What is this? We did not even have sex”

“Of course we do!”

“Jerking off in the same room as each other once a month doesn’t count, for the love of God!”

“You aren’t in love with one of those Manhattan parasites. Fucking transplants, with their, uh, petrodollars, and, uh south money. The fucker probably even needs a month in advance reservation to get into fucking, uh, Cantinori.”

You laugh. How innocent of you to think this was a good strategy in the first place.

“Shut up. It doesn’t matter. It's not that serious, okay? Will you get off my dick now?”

“Never. You know it. I’m a sick puppy and I’ll follow you around forever even if you only feed me with scraps”

Your head rests on Roman shoulder now. Not caring about the curious, judging eyes watching from beyond the glass. Rolling your eyes, and then closing them for a second. You can smell his aftershave, the scent they use at the cleaners, his cologne. The eyes still way their knowing eyes, but, with the Roys, they probably had seen worse.

“Speaking of, I’ll fucking take you to Cantinori. Right fucking now. No peasant reservations. Hell, I’ll take you to that horrible hippie place you like. What’s it called? Fucking Buddakkan?”

You laugh, again. You were drunk on his scent and tired, your eyelids tickled and threatened to close themselves. “Oh forget it. Don’t be so insecure.”

“Oh, fuck off. You are just trying to fuck me over. We both know it.”

You suddenly don’t feel so tired anymore. Looking up, with big, doe eyes, embellished with the sweet look of hope. Like a child, begging for love.

“It’s working, okay? I’ll do better”

You smile. For the first time since this started, he sounds sincere. He gives you a chaste, small kiss on the side of your temple. When he retreats, the feeling still burns on your skin.

Giving him a kiss on the cheek in return, you feel its warmth. And it’s redder than you remembered it to be.

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The tallest building of Manhattan, 200th on Amsterdam Street, with its rectangular grid windows, and the light, rough looking concrete on its exterior, with its golden door, and the mirrored elevator that always seems to be too cold to the touch.

In the private penthouse of the building, the natural light fills the space, and it bounces off several antique mirrors, instead of its usual blue iridescent artificial lights. The wine cellar is usually emptied out on Saturday mornings, its contents laying over a table set for two, with takeout sharing the surface with the sound of chatter, laughs and clattering dishware.

The small hot tub that lays on top of the turf, is just deep enough for lounging and contemplation. Naked bodies lay in it inside it, merely caressing each other, mindlessly, tenderly, without an ounce of sin in its touch. Adding the cold air that is always contrasting the warm water of the tub, and fingertips wrinkle before anyone disturbs the serenity of the scene.

The patio has a privileged view of the city and its bright blue sky. Two black sofas with a concrete table in-between. Although the townhouse is in the middle of a concrete city , recently there has been plenty of greenery as lines of Star Jasmine, Oak Stars and Lavender decorate most of the patio.

In the master bedroom lies the two of them, coffee has been made by the man, because he is a light sleeper, and knows the woman adores to drink something right after getting out of bed. The sheets are warm, slightly humid with sweat, evidence of the previous night. And he can barely see her face in between her arms and hair, but he smiles as he leaves a kiss over her shoulder, and holds her tighter.

200th in Amsterdam street is finally being lived in.

Notes: This was based on this Ao3 request! I had so much fun. I’ll never get over my RR phase I fear. I haven’t been posting much because I took a gap year and I’m studying to get into my dream college and taking care of my grandad. Please take care everyone! Writing in here has become my safe place. Thank you for that.

- Sidey xxxo

[holylulusworld]

Broken Rose (2)

Summary: He may have stolen your kingdom and freedom – but he’ll never own your heart. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Geralt of Rivia x Queen(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of forced/arranged marriage trope, a/b/o, magic, mentions of character’s death

Broken Rose masterlist

Broken Rose (1)

“You won’t walk away from me like that, omega!” Geralt calls after you. He’s walking faster to catch up with you. “I told you to stop.”

“You conquered these lands, and the castle, but I am still the queen of this kingdom. Someone must look out for the people who are not under your spell! The knights only listen to your command and don’t care for my people any longer.”

“I did not say that.” Geralt’s features darken. “Your knights follow their usual routine. The only difference is that I forced them to accept me as their king and alpha.”

“You promised me to free them!” You twirl around to glare at Geralt. “You lied! Just like back then, you lied!”

“I did not lie back then!” He yells back. “I wanted to court you! I asked your father for your hand, and the honor to claim you. I wasn’t good enough!”

“You’re a liar! I know you left to whore around with that witch,” you sneer at him. “What was her name?”

“This doesn’t…” He grits his teeth. “I was with her to gain more powers. It was the only way! She meant nothing to me!”

“She meant enough to you to fuck her!” You raise your voice, and walls start to shake. “Do not lie to me!”

“What are you doing?” Geralt watches you with darkened eyes. “Stop this! I will force you into submission if you don’t stop angering me.”

“Yennefer, that was her name,” you step closer to Geralt to run your hand over his chest. He follows the motion, wondering what you are up to. “Did you never question her disappearance?”

You laugh darkly when his stoic mask slips for a moment. Worry flashes in his eyes for a second. “Y/N, stop talking about the past.”

“Did she mean so little to you that you don’t care if she’s dead or alive?” You coo the words, a smile on your lips. “Did you not call her your love too?” You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Or did you lie to her too?”

“How’d you find out about Yennefer?” He watches you walk around the room, fingertips sliding over the bust of your father. “Y/N! How did you find out about her?”

Geralt raises his voice. Yennefer was close to winning his heart over. He almost forgot about his plan to get you back and take over your kingdom.

She was a sly witch. Yennefer enchanted him with her beauty and magic, almost breaking his resolve to never give his heart to anyone else. 

“Father,” you place your hand onto the bust, tapping your fingers. “I pleaded with him. One last time I tried to convince him that a bond between you and me would strengthen our kingdom.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I can be very convincing,” you push the bust off its rightful place, watching it crack into two halves. “Father was almost convinced.” You dip your head and smirk. “That was, of course, until he found out about your wench.”

“I—” He swallows thickly. Geralt you can be hard, and unforgiving. “What did you do?”

“I accepted a bond with his friend’s son, a prince,” you walk toward the next bust showing your father at a younger age. “A nasty man who only wanted one thing.” This time you punch the bust, making it tumble and fall to the ground. 

“Let me guess,” Geralt steps toward the next bust. He gently runs his hand over it, admiring the handiwork. “He wanted to tame you.”

“All men want to tame a woman,” you step next to Geralt to look at the bust of your younger self. “He’s not alone.”

“…and they failed. One, after another,” Gerald muses. “Like your knights when they tried to stop me. They fell. One, by one, by one.”

“They didn’t fall,” you snap and turn your attention toward the last bust. The one they made shortly before your father passed away. “You used your magic. This has nothing to do with strength or talent.” 

“Strength, talent, magic,” he shrugs while circling you like prey. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. In the end, they were weak and let it happen. You on the other hand,” his eyes glow when he looks at you again. “Still nothing. I cannot enchant you with my powers. Even if I wanted to.”

You cock your head, mirroring his smirk. “Did you ever wonder why?”

“Your will is too strong,” he replies. “You inherit a different kind of magic deep within your soul. A magic so strong that it cannot be broken by my powers. 

“Back to your lover,” you push against the last bust, watching it shatter on the ground. “Do you miss her?” 

“Y/N let’s not talk about the past. We have a future to build. I want these lands to grow and blossom. At the moment, it’s rotten and not fruitful.”

“Like your seed,” you smirk darkly, knowing about the price Geralt paid for his powers. “It’s rotten, just like your wench’s womb. Isn’t it?”

“What happened to her?” Geralt watches you caress your mother’s bust. “Y/N, what happened to her?”

“She paid the price for conspiring with my father to make me forget about you,” you chuckle darkly. “Imagine her surprise when her powers did nothing for her. She was powerless while facing me.”

“She conspired with your father. This cannot be true,” he shakes his head. Geralt is proud of his sharp mind, and his talent to see through any lie. “No.”

You kiss your mother’s bust and sigh. While she was still around, your father was a different man. He would’ve never tricked you into marrying another man than Geralt.

“I was surprised too, Geralt. I heard rumors and believed you simply found a better mate,” your voice cracks. “Imagine my surprise when the very same woman came to collect on my wedding day.”

“Wedding day?” Geralt gasps. “No. You’re not married! You’re my queen, no one else’s!”

“I didn’t say I got married,” you chuckle darkly as you grab his hand to place it onto your heart. “Can you feel this? This heart got broken one too many times. I’ve had enough and took matters into my hands.”

“Y/N, what did you do?” 

“What had to be done,” you hold his hand in a tight grip. “He denied me my future so…”

“So…” Geralt furrows his brows, already knowing he answer.

“I took his…”

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[tielis]

you look like an angel - Yandere!Columbina x reader

Melissa's : I don't like toxic relationships or yandere character, Still, I feel a slight yandere in Colombina, I mean, she's a jealous woman who definitely won't show it, And yes, definitely yandere. It won't actually cause you major physical harm but... she may still hurt you so she doesn't lose you... use translate, so I may miss mistakes from time to time...

Synopsis : You got tired of Columbina's jealous attitude and wanted to leave, so as a result... He gave you a small punishment

Warning(?): Nothing.

Columbina's voice echoed through the halls, you were sure you were getting closer to the room she was holding you in. Columbina was gentle and affectionate when you two first met, yet she became more jealous as time went on.

Her once 'cute' words were now like a knife (even though the tone of voice was the same) and you ended up fighting, just yelling ... No, columbina was calm, you were angry.

'Hm... Yes, but you are very close with Arlecchino' Columbina mumbled as if she wasn't listening to what you were saying. You frowned 'You introduced her to me!' Columbina went silent for a few seconds

'I wish I don't.' You sigh 'She's just a good woman-' she interrupts you 'Arlecchino? she's not a good person... She's just 'respectful' to you.' You rolled your eyes at the words.

This wasn't the first time and it wasn't the last. Two days ago, she was jealous of another harbinger named Childe flirting with you. 'I don't even like men!' Her subordinates backed away slightly as your angry voice echoed through the you two's bedroom

'Yes, but what if you start?' she said calmly, 'columbina don't talk nonsense-' columbina interrupted you like you always did 'stay in this room for two days, food will be provided but you're all alone thinking about what a bad lover you are... I hope I don't have to hurt you...' the last part was whispered. She said to herself in a low voice, her subordinates closed and locked the door on Columbina's orders.

Two days had passed, columbina opened the door 'Hi, have you thought about it?' she said calmly 'Yes, our relationship is shit! You know what, it's over!' You walked to the door to leave the room but she grabbed your wrist.

'you can't think properly - calm down' There was no sadness in her voice, let alone anger... There was no emotion, just calm, nothing else. 'I thought it through properly and my life is fine without you-'

But there was one thing you always ignored, she is a harbinger, she has the physical strength even if she doesn't want it, she pushed you in easily. 'You need to rest a little more... I suggest they buy you dessert... You're so aggressive... At this rate I'll have to hurt you.'

She held your throat tightly, her expression was calm even though she wasn't smiling, you were having trouble breathing but she suddenly let go of your throat 'but, if you really want to break up... I won't force you.'

She let you go, and even though you were nervous, you felt like you were hit on the head with something hard as you walked out the door of the house.

When you opened your eyes, you were in the room. Columbina was looking at a map while muttering something, 'What happened-' Columbina interrupted you, 'You tried to reach something from the top of the cabinet, but you were not tall enough, as a result, you used the nightstand as support, but you slipped and fell and hit your head.'

After explaining, she turned to you, 'You won't remember the last 4 months, but it's okay... I decided that we should take a trip together for you, to Sumeru, then to Fontaine, then maybe to Mondstadt to make it good for you,' she kissed you when she finished speaking.

What they said was a lie. She made you lose your memory, this was her plan B when she locked you in the room after the fight, if you wanted to leave she would make you lose your memory. All to avoid losing you.

So...she can continue being the 'good girlfriend'. And you love her...

[strawbeerossi]

Heartless

Pairing: Unsub!Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Part Description: With an old foe breaking out of prison, there are complications when Y/N is left alone with them, exposing her secret to Spencer about just who she is.

Content Warnings: Coarse language, there’s spoilers for season 12 and prison Reid, mentions of drugging, mentions of death, use of a knife, use of a gun, violence, death.

Word Count: 4.4K

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Confusion had set in the minute that Y/N had gotten to Spencer’s car, watching the clumsy man nearly trip over his own two feet as he was pulling open the passenger side door, his tender touch against her lower back as he was so lovingly nudging her so she’d get in the car. “I thought you said this killer killed men. Why am I going to the office? Her MO isn’t women.” She tried, her boyfriend’s head shaking.

“Just listen to me!” Spencer snapped, bringing his hands to his hair while drawing in a breath. Trying to compose the very overwhelming emotions that seemed to be taking control. After prison, Spencer became more irritable. It was harder for him to control his emotions, he had major tunnel vision, and he was in a post traumatic stress state that wouldn’t ever leave him. Sure, things got better, in spurts. Therapy did so much for him, his girlfriend could only do so much, it was like his mind was against him.

“We need to get to the office now, okay? I promise you that I will explain everything in vivid detail but I need you in the fucking car! You’re gonna get hurt and I can’t lose someone else. Please just get in the car..” Watching Spencer panic and grow fearful was enough to make Y/N’s heart shatter. Her poor baby. In order to fulfill the man’s wishes, she was pressing a soft kiss against his cheek before climbing into the car, the seatbelt being snapped into place as soon as she was settled. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

Who the fuck was trying to take Y/N’s position? To claim all her hard work as their own? There was no doubt those men, no, those dirty pigs deserved to die. However, she was the one doing it. She was delivering justice to women who were failed by the system, by the courts, even by their spouses. What she did was vigilantism, doing what the law couldn’t. Even if her boyfriend was part of that same very law and would look down upon her choices. She had to keep it under the radar. She knew what would happen if her boyfriend was to find out.

She’d have to kill him.

It was almost a little laughable how naive Spencer was with the whole situation with his girlfriend, the way she would come over at all hours of the night, the way she’d always be tightly wound up. However, working in customer service for all shifts was a good excuse for that.

Spencer, the genius FBI profiler who had so much under his belt, had no idea he was in bed with a woman who he wanted to strangle. She’d like to think that he loved her, that he was overlooking everything just because he found solace in her arms. It was something that he told her, saying he needed her, that she made him sane after all the hell that he’d been put through.

Deep down, she knew that he was one of the good ones. The ones who deserved a loving relationship, a woman willing to take care of him, willing to deal with the long nights, days, even weeks when Spencer was off on a case. That was why she was there. To give a man who was the most deserving of love the very thing that he craved, needed. It wasn’t even just the sex that kept her there. It was that studious, lovable dork who always had so much to say, so much to teach her.

“There’s this woman, a woman who has been messing with me for years. I outsmarted her.” Spencer answered, one hand coming up to rub his right eye, the tunnel vision setting in as he was growing more overwhelmed. “Cat Adams. She-“ He let out a low sigh. “She drugged me, she framed me for murder, had me incarcerated, she.. She..” He was taking in a shaky breath while Y/N was reaching over to let her hand rest on his upper arm.

“You don’t have to say it right now, okay? I promise that it’s alright. I’m here for you.” Y/N assured her boyfriend, a weak smile on her face. Oh, she was gonna kill this bitch, for sure. She felt like this was going to be a bigger fight than it needed to be. Way too big.

Spencer was pulling in the parking garage soon after that, sitting in a deafening silence while he tried collecting himself the best that he could. He had to think clearly. Not only was he at risk but his girlfriend was too. Cat had so many people to do her dirty work outside of prison, he knew that. This was her handiwork. He didn't know how he didn't see it before.

Cat made the most sense. She was a 'Black Widow' killer. She used her seduction and charm to lure men in. She saw all men as threats, considered them all as evil and dark as the next. She never spared a thought for most of them. Spencer though.. Oh, Cat was infatuated. He was the only man to ever outsmart her, to arrest her while winning the game that she rigged against him. That woman wouldn't ever leave him alone, not until she was dead.

Being locked in a maximum security prison didn't deter her. Instead, it fueled her. It drove her to dig up every piece on Spencer that she possibly could. Hell, she had him drugged and imprisoned all the while blaming Mr. Scratch.

Emily Prentiss, the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, was the one who greeted Spencer and Y/N by the elevator. "I'm glad you could make it. I know you've been busy with your personal investigation." She hummed, turning her attention to Y/N. "I had a suspicion our beloved Dr. Reid had a secret girlfriend." She joked, holding a hand out. "I'm Emily."

Y/N did her research on the BAU leader. She was strong willed, determined, and loyal to her work family. However, the mommy and daddy issues were apparent in her work ethic. The way she took on a more demanding tone, the way she looked at Y/N with that hint of mistrust. It was enough to make the other woman almost respect her. Emily was definitely going to make things difficult if she didn't play things smart.

The leader gets suspicious, and the team turns against her. No thanks.

"I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." Y/N greeted, a smile gracing her features while her hand was reaching out to hold Emily's, the two shaking hands before their hands were falling back to their usual places.

"Spencer. If you wouldn't mind taking Y/N somewhere she can get comfortable, everyone else is waiting on us." Straight to business.

"I know it's not really work appropriate," Spencer began, his gaze falling on his girlfriend before he was taking her hand. "I'd really appreciate it if she came in too. She's been my rock throughout all of this and I don't think I can even talk about.." He paused briefly, making Emily look at Y/N before letting out a sigh.

"Alright. If you would feel more comfortable with her there, she can sit in. However," Now her attention was on Y/N. "I don't know what Spencer has told you but this is a violent case. We are going to be talking about a lot of dark subject matters." She spoke, a warning to the very woman who was behind every single murder except the most recent one.

"I understand. I think that I can handle it. If I can't, I'll quietly excuse myself." Her tone was soft as she offered a gentle smile.

Following close behind her boyfriend and his boss, Y/N was looking around the bullpen. There was a lot of structure and order, yet a hint of chaos judging by the piles of files and other papers on certain desks. She could already guess which one was Spencer's, which made her smile.

Inside the conference room though, the talking was coming to a halt when a new woman was stepping in the room, hand tucked in Spencer's.

There was a blonde woman that was speaking up first, a wide smile on her face. "Who is this?!" She asked, the case at hand almost being forgotten by the woman with purple framed glasses, a dress that was littered with unicorns amongst other fantasy style items. She didn't look like someone who would willingly choose this career, seeming very overjoyed and kind, too kind for the world.

"I'm Y/N. You must be Penelope." Y/N spoke up, the woman perking up even more if it was possible. "You've been talking about me!" She laughed, putting her hands together. "Is this your girlfriend? Oh! Spencer she's so-"

"Garcia."

Emily's voice was bringing the woman back to the heavy reality of the situation, making her smile fall as she nodded. "Sorry, sorry. Um," She began while grabbing the remote on the table. "We have Matthew Thornton." She began, clicking a button on the remote to pull up the crime scene.

Whoever was trying to take Y/N's thunder didn't even do it right. They stabbed the body about seventy times, which was far too much work for her to even attempt. Besides that, she'd never think to leave behind a note taunting anyone. However, this wasn't her. With the way she could feel her boyfriend tense up, she knew this was the work of the woman he told her about in the car.

"She ended up being a part of a well coordinated prison break." Tara was speaking up, her gaze looking over the files in hand while frowning. "How did the guards not notice?" She asked while Matt was looking over at the woman's direction. "Guards were in on it. It doesn't help that some of those same guards were killed while on their shift once the break happened and their clothes were stolen. Makes it easy to scan an ID and open the doors for everyone."

"So, wait," Y/N interjected herself into the conversation, however nobody seemed against her speaking her thoughts out. "With the break and how it flew under the radar for so long, do we know how long they've been out?" She asked, her eyebrows raising in curiosity. Maybe blaming this on Cat Adams could potentially get her fully off the suspect list.

"According to reports, this went on months ago." David responded, making Luke nod. "Meaning, Cat has been fighting for Spencer's attention in the only way she could. It looks like the killings led up to Spencer's apartment at one point but they stopped, now they are back on track."

Oh. Blessing in disguise maybe?

"What do we know?" Spencer finally broke his silence, his hand reaching over for one of the files before he was opening it, although it was almost like he had it to where Y/N could see too. Was she unknowingly getting signed up to help?

"She was seen in a convenience store security footage." Penelope answered, quickly pulling up the files. As they went through the footage a couple times, the blonde was pausing it on Cat's face. There was no doubt about it being her. Why was she playing the long game though? When Y/N found someone she wanted dead, she got on with it. There wasn't any doubt going through her mind.

"She's taunting us. We could be walking directly into a trap." Emily pointed out the obvious, her hands resting against the tabletop while keeping a sharp eye on the screen ahead of her. "I think it's time for us to go off of our leads. Garcia, send us coordinates for her last known locations. Judging by how recent this footage is, she's close. I’m pairing all of us off. We need to play this safe.”

Emily just didn't know how close Cat really was.

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Cat had successfully evaded police capture for months now, keeping her eyes on one specific person. She saw Y/N approach Spencer in a bar a few months ago, getting cozy with him before going back to his apartment. So.. Cat did what she did best, digging.

She followed Y/N around on her nights of leisure, watching her use her intoxicating voice and seduction to lure unsuspecting men back to shitty motels and other discreet places just to kill them. Yet, after all that, she’d made sure to not leave a trace of evidence behind before she left.

Going straight home to her boyfriend, an FBI agent who would no doubt kill her if she found out.

That was when Cat decided to make her escape known, attracting the attention of the BAU in order to throw this woman under the bus. Cat’s obsession with Spencer knew absolutely no bounds. She would do what she could to make him suffer, all the while managing to keep him all to herself.

He didn’t deserve to be happy. No, he deserved to be with someone who was meant for him. She knew from the moment she met Spencer that he was an evil person, harboring a dark side that only she had managed to bring out after being part of completely breaking him down, making him crumble into a form of himself that he would never fully recognize.

She knew they’d be catching on soon. The BAU never disappointed her, she was going to one place where they wouldn’t be looking. In fact, it was the place where Y/N was sent after Emily was making the woman leave due to the fact that no normal civilian needed to be part of this. Spencer was against the idea entirely but at the promise of an agent going to guard his girlfriend, he had to deflate and accept she needed to go home, where she was safe.

So, as she was being ushered home by some big agent to keep her safe, Y/N could help but frown. They thought she needed a man to protect her?? She knew what she was doing. If Cat even showed up on her radar, it’d be easy to kill her. No guard would be able to hold her back either. She’d pieced together every horrible thing that Cat coordinated against Spencer, the way she pulled the strings in an elaborate plan to completely break him.

There was going to be a long, painful death in store for the notorious escaped convict, that was all she knew.

“You don’t have to be here you know.” Y/N murmured to the man beside her, her hand reaching in her purse so she could unlock her front door. “Sorry, ma’am. Orders.” He wasn’t gonna let up. It was enough to get under her skin, wanting to grab her blade tucked away in her bag and slit his throat. However, she wasn’t going to fully incriminate herself after seemingly getting away with murder.

As soon as the door was unlocked, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Thankfully, the man outside would just be standing guard, which was a shitty decision if Cat was as good as they said she was.

Y/N had gotten her shoes off before heading to her kitchen, flipping on the light before raising an eyebrow as she saw Cat Adams, the woman the whole team was looking for, at her kitchen table. She had a folder resting on the table, labeled for Spencer. “You’re home! Thank god, I was worried I’d have to go find you!”

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment? How did you get into my apartment?”

“I have my ways! Now, why don’t you sit down?”

The way that this woman was talking to her had Y/N rolling her eyes. “I think I’m gonna have to ask you to leave before I shove a knife in your throat. I mean, it would be self defense, after all. You broke into my home, you’re a convicted murderer.”

“Ah. You’re a murderer too though.” Cat stated, opening the file in front of her to reveal the prints linking Y/N with each victim. The same bar where she met Spencer, the same drink, the same body language. “I mean.. This is plenty of evidence. The cameras may not work there but people have their eyes open. Always. I know so many people around here, you’d be surprised.”

Cat didn’t give Y/N time to ask any questions. “Now, what I wanna know is, what are you doing with Spencer Reid? Your whole crusade is to kill men who have gotten away with violence against their partners and/or their children. Men who are violent, harboring dark thoughts and using their strength to either take life away, or to try and end it.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with Spencer.”

“You don’t? You do know that Spencer murdered a woman, correct? In cold blood, might I add. She was trying to help him and he returned the favor by stabbing her to death.”

“Because you drugged him, Cat. I’m not fucking stupid, I’ve already been made aware.”

“Were you aware that after his release from prison, he came to visit me? He had to talk with me about my involvement, which I’m sure you know that I had his precious mommy under my lock and key. Do you know what he did to me? What he said?”

There was silence from Y/N’s end. That was something she hadn’t heard yet.

“You see, I was pregnant in prison. Spencer had come to question me, asking me all sorts of bullshit questions. So I answered. He got impatient with me. Started yelling, threw a table out of the way, and slammed me against a brick wall. He was going to choke me to death, Y/N. I had bruises for months after that. I even miscarried. If JJ hadn’t been there, I would’ve been dead.” The story wasn’t as tragic as Cat believed it to be. She deserved it.

“You fight for women and children who have been fucked over by the crooked structure of law enforcement. The same law enforcement that your sweet boyfriend is a part of. Killing all of those men was a waste of time. If you truly cared about those people who you claim to be fighting for, Spencer would’ve been dead a long time ago. I respected your choices leading up to that moment. The moment that you grew weak. The moment you betrayed every single thing you were fighting for.”

As if right on cue though, there was the sound of banging right outside the front door, Spencer’s voice being muffled by the front door as he called out to his girlfriend. He willingly sent her home, thinking she’d be safe. All the while, Cat left plenty of clues as to where she was. “Right on time! I knew Spencie wouldn’t fail me.” She grinned.

“Go be a good girl and unlock the door. I think you and him need to have a long talk about what you did.” She spoke, leaning back in her chair while nodding towards the front door, where Spencer was still yelling for his girlfriend. If she didn’t open the door soon, he’d have to pull a Derek and kick the wooden door clean off its hinges.

This was where Y/N’s heart fell into her stomach. Realization was setting in. Spencer was going to know. He was going to see the incriminating bullshit that Cat had in front of her. Everything was going to fall down to Y/N killing Spencer. This was what Cat needed her for. What she used her for.

She quietly approached the front door, unlocking each individual lock before pulling it open. “Oh thank god!” Spencer croaked, his arms wrapped tightly around his girlfriend while he held her flush against his chest. The comfort of knowing she was okay was enough to have him sobbing in her arms, unaware of what darkness was looming in the kitchen. “She’s on the way here.” He spoke, him against her shoulder while his eyes were closed.

The moment was gone in an instant. “I’m already here, Spencie. It’s so nice to see you again. I bet that you thought you were doing justice here,” Cat smirked, body leaning against the kitchen archway as she let an eyebrow raise. “I suggest you come inside, sit with us in the kitchen. We both have a lot to discuss with you.” She began, causing the couple to break apart from the hug as Y/N grabbed her boyfriend’s hand. “Come on.” She whispered, tears rolling down her pale cheeks as she led him into the kitchen.

“Now, I think you guys should recruit me into the fbi. Because I solved this case for you!” Cat grinned, pushing the closed file to Spencer. “Your killer, the one you’ve been searching for, has been right under your nose this whole time. It’s not even me!” She had a wicked smile on her face. This was another shot to Spencer’s heart, making him go through pain all over again. As long as she was alive, Spencer wouldn’t ever escape her.

You could hear a pin drop the minute that Spencer opened the file, his eyes staring at the pictures inside while his mouth ran dry. That was Y/N. His girlfriend. With the men who were murdered, the same bar they met in and everything.

“What the fuck is this?” There was anger in his voice, betrayal. “You’ve let me nearly kill myself from lack of sleep and bringing me to near heart attack level because of you?!” The venom in his voice had Y/N flinching upon impact, her eyes squeezing shut. “You don’t understand-“ She began, though it wasn’t long before Spencer was throwing the file down and standing.

“Was I another victim?! Were you playing the fucking long game with me? You wanted to catch me fully off guard?” He growled, the woman being backed up to the wall. Y/N felt powerless, her heart beating out of her chest as the man she loved was towering over her, keeping her trapped between himself and the wall.

However, once his back was to Cat, it was almost like something else flashed in his eyes. There was anger but now there was something else. Encouragement? She didn’t think much about it until Spencer was reaching over to take a knife out of the knife block, holding it out to his girlfriend. “Do it then. Go for it.” He growled, though there wasn’t fear behind his eyes. No.. There was a fucking smirk on his face, egging her on to make a move.

Y/N was slowly taking the knife once Spencer backed up, this time sitting in a chair. There were a few moments of silence while Y/N was looking at her reflection within the blade of the knife, something ticking inside of her. Something she’d been waiting to act on for a while. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, looking over at her boyfriend who seemed unbothered. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it. Just hurry up. We don’t have much time.” 

The way she was encouraged made her face Cat, then everything went black.

The first thing she did was charge the other woman, knocking her out of the chair. The air was thick with adrenaline as the woman was wrestling the other to the ground. This was a long time coming. However, cat put up one hell of a fight, the woman ending up getting a good hit on Y/N and knocking her to the ground, which had Cat be the knife wielder.

As the woman was climbing on top of the other, she was pushing the knife deep into Y/N’s shoulder, the woman letting out a loud cry. “You’re pathetic, you know that? All that promise? All that strength. He was going to take it away from you anyway. You never loved him and he never loved-“

BANG

Blood was splattered all over Y/N’s face, the sound of a gunshot echoing through the apartment. The deadweight of Cat falling on top of her was enough to shock her. Did Spencer just.. There were a few moments where Y/N used the adrenaline coursing through her veins to shove the dead weight off of her.

“How dumb do you think I am?” Spencer asked after a moment, using a lighter to light up the incriminating evidence in the sink to let the pictures burn completely. “I’ve known the whole fucking time. You’re not exactly subtle. Be real. I was in that bar on a stakeout.” He continued on while looking back at Y/N.

“I was supposed to go in, do my job, and get out. However, you sat beside me. The way you were talking to me, touching me, and your body language gave you up immediately. However.. Against my better judgment, I had some sort of trust in you. I took you home with me.” He began while turning on the water to put out the fire from the burning evidence before grabbing the unidentifiable pictures and throwing them in the trash.

“I fell in love with you. Even if you didn’t deserve that love. Quite frankly, you still don’t.” He was taking off the purple scarf around his neck, wrapping it around her bleeding wound while he was moving to grab his microphone, putting a finger up. “Prentiss, send up medics. Cat’s down and Y/N is wounded.” He sent off the message while letting his arms cross as he looked over his girlfriend.

“I’m not gonna say a word about any of this. I told you that I refuse to lose you and I mean that. You’re not going to be locked up in a jail cell the rest of your life or mine. But you have to promise me that you’re not gonna fuck around and keep doing this bullshit. I mean it, if I feel like you are killing anyone else..” He was grabbing her chin by making her look up at him.

“I’ll kill you myself. Now, go get stitched up before you bleed out.” There was a soft kiss pressed against her lips while he was standing straight again, walking out of the apartment to greet the other team members downstairs.

He left Y/N to stand there, mostly in shock.

What the fuck just happened?

[tropes-and-tales]

Mountains and Men

Characters:  König and F!Reader

WC:  2032

Other Pieces:  This is currently a stand alone.

CW:  Slight angst; drunken innuendos

AN:  I know that König is either German or Austrian, depending on the game, but since he wears the Austrian patch, I’m going with that.

It’s the two women of the One-Four-One, just bullshitting with each other.  You, callsign Sparrow, and Magpie, two bird names gifted to the only two women, but neither of you care much.  You know the guys respect you.  You have the scars to prove your mettle in the field.

This night, in the safe house where you’re catching your breath before the next assignment.  You are just coming off of a mission with KorTac, aided on a complicated extraction by the contractor outfit.  Up on the roof in the dark night, listening to the sound of the wind through the tree line.  You pass the bottle of whiskey, liquid gold, back and forth.  Take a sip, pass it back, and you just shoot the shit with each other.

“Good call, having KorTac with us,” Magpie says.  

You take a deep swallow, cough as the whiskey burns.  “It was a shitty op.  We were lucky to get out with just some scratches.”

“Got the hostages out too.”  Magpie holds her hand out for the bottle.  “Not a bad turnout, in the end.”

“Not at all.”  You wait your turn at the liquor, and you sighs at the warmth that courses through you with each new swallow.  You ache—not the distinct pain of well-defined bruises or burns, but the all-over, bone-tired sort of ache.  The whiskey helps.  

Getting the hostages out without any casualties helps too.

You take another deep swallow, and the whiskey settles in your stomach, warm and bright as the sun.  You feel loose-limbed, heavy-limbed.  Like you could stretch out here and sleep here, and you just might.  You’ve always liked the outdoors, and the safe house is at the edge of a vast forest.  Might be nice to fall asleep to the sound of trees rustling in the wind.  

“Tell you what,” you say, and your words are only a little slurred now.  “That one KorTac guy…König.”  You pause, wait for Magpie to fix you with her bird-bright gaze.  “Would.”

The other woman snickers.  “Yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“I don’t think he said more than five words the whole time.”

You shrug, then settle more comfortably against the eave where the two of you sit.  “Don’t need him to talk.  I’d climb that man like a goddamned mountain.”

Magpie laughs, swipes the bottle from your hand.  “I think you’ve had enough.”

“Absolutely would,” you continue.  “I’d slap some carabiners on, some goddamned crampons, and I’d scramble up that dude.  Stick my little flag in him.  Claim him for myself.”

“The mountains are calling, and you must go,” Magpie quotes, and you laugh.

“More like, the Mountain is calling and I must come,” you quip, and the two of you—loose and relaxed from a job well-done and from a bottle of passed whiskey—laugh until your bellies hurt, until tears rise in your eyes that you have to swipe away.

It’s just the two of you bullshitting, letting off steam, getting lightly drunk…until you turn to go inside, turn towards the open window of the safe house and see the men sitting there.

Listening.  Eavesdropping.  Enjoying themselves, judging by the grin on Soap’s stupid face, and you feel like you’ve been doused in ice.  Sudden sober.  Horrified.

“Shit,” you mutter, and the guys start clapping, laughing.  Ghost leans forward and even with the mask you know he’s grinning at your sudden discomfort.

And then there’s the man himself, the mountain of a man, König…underneath his sniper’s hood, staring at you hard but not saying a single word.

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You wake up with a headache, and your mouth is dry and tastes like hot-baked garbage.  

Then the previous night comes back to you in a rush, and the sudden flood of embarrassment is almost enough to make you abandon your post, fake your own death.

You don’t, though.  You sigh and crawl out of bed, and the cold floor on your bare feet braces you.  Brings you more firmly back into yourself.

You have to apologize, you know.  You know that you and Magpie were just goofing off, talking shit, but you also objectified the guy, and it’s a classic case of treat others how you want to be treated.  A woman in the military, you’ve been objectified a hundred times.  A thousand.  You know how it feels to be treated like a thing, and you hate to think that you made the giant Austrian feel badly.

You get dressed, and you go out into the house proper.  Half of the team is up and about, the other half still asleep.

You find König on the porch—sitting on the steps, his hood pushed up so that he can sip at a mug of coffee.

“Hey,” you tell him as you step off the porch, then turn to face him.  Even you standing, him sitting, he is a fucking massive unit—so much so that KorTac often uses him as a human battering ram, the first big thing through the door to face enemy fire.

He nods in greeting.  Says nothing.

You lick your lips nervously.  “I wanted to say, I’m really sorry about last night.  Like, very sorry.  I shouldn’t have been drinking, but it’s not an excuse for calling you a, uh, a mountain.  And all the rest.”

He only watches you.  Still says nothing.

“I mean, I know what it’s like, to overhear assholes talking shit about me.  Being in the military, it happens all the time.  To women, I mean.  I’m not…I mean, I’m not making an excuse.  I just mean that I know how it feels, and I’m ashamed that I made you feel that way.”

“What way?” he asks softly, and it’s the first time he’s spoken since you were deep in the mission.

“Like…objectified.  The sick feeling in your stomach when someone sorta reduces you to a thing instead of a person.”

“Ah.”

“So I am sorry.  Truly.”

He nods, which seems to be him accepting your apology…but then he says, “it’s okay.  Americans are rarely skilled mountain-climbers anyway.”

You’d think it was a dig at you, a well-deserved one, but there’s a teasing tone to his voice, almost shy.  And under the hood, which is just a little opaque, you swear you can make out the curve of his lips in a smile.

“Ouch.”  You put your palm over your heart, miming being shot.  “Went for the kill-shot, huh?”

“And they said I could never be a sniper,” he replies, and yes…there is a teasing tone there.

*****

Mountain isn’t the worst thing König has been called in the course of his life.

He was an early bloomer.  He shot up in growth early, still in school.  Taller, broader than his classmates.  Taller, broader than his teachers.  His parents.  

Back then, the kids were cruel:  called him Frankenstein, Ogre, monster.  His anxiety spiked and overtook him back then, and when he reached adulthood, he fled to the military.

Then the words shifted.  Women reacted…a certain way to him.  He is grateful for the hood, grateful to hide his burning face when the bolder ones come on to him, tell him to dominate them, to tear them apart.

That’s not König’s thing at all.  And it puts him in a sort of hell:  he’s too shy to approach the women he wants, and the only women that approach him are the ones who are too pushy, too willing to turn him into a vehicle for their size fetish.

He doesn’t want to dominate any woman in his bed.  He doesn’t want to tear them apart.  He loves women.  He wants to worship them, make them feel amazing.

Overhearing you the other night, he was again glad for the hood.  At least you had only kept your banter with Magpie at innuendo.  At the mountain and mountain-climbing schtick.  You hadn’t say you wanted him to destroy you, to tear you apart, and that was something.

More impressive was when you apologized.  Charmingly discomfited, stumbling over your words…yet you apologized.  It was genuine, and he had chanced a joke that landed well, that made you joke back and smile.

König likes your smile, he finds.

Over the next few days, you are the target of the guys’ rough joking.  Ghost asks if you need any oxygen tanks for when you go climbing.

“Don’t want to get out of breath too soon, love,” he jokes.

And Soap too—makes an entire evening of it, asks if you’re the type to need a Sherpa to help carry your gear, if you cheat on your climbs, if you let others do the work while you get all the glory.

You take their teasing with good grace, and you always shoot König an embarrassed smile when they make another comment.  

But he likes your smile.  Likes how you take your medicine with humor.  Likes how you don’t get defensive or lash out—you only smile, duck your head.

-----

Then the One-Four-One ships out ahead of KorTac, and you seek him out.

This time he’s in his room, tending to his gear.  There’s a soft knock, and when he says, “come in,” it’s you.

You always look ashamed when you talk to him, which is how you look now.  You don’t quite meet his eyes (or where his eyes are behind the hood), but you look over his head and apologize.  Again.

“It’s okay,” he replies.  “It’s not a big deal, Spatz.”

You cock your head.  “What’s Spatz?”

“Sparrow.”  A beat.  “You don’t need to apologize anymore.”

Another one of your smiles, and König treasures it, tucks it away in his memory to pull out when he needs it.

“Anyway, I wanted to give you this.”  You reach into your pocket and pull something out, and you hand it to him.  You drop it in his palm and he turns it over.  A stone.  Polished.

“It’s a rock.  A fossil, actually.  I grew up in the mountains.  Appalachia.  Not impressive like the Alps.  My mountains are a lot older, worn down, you know?  Anyway, that’s a fossil of stromatolites.  I found it when I was a kid and my dad took me fossil-hunting.  He had it polished and gave it to me before I went into the service.  It’s lucky.  I thought…you might like to have it.”

“Oh, no.”  He tries to hand it back to you, horrified.  “It’s too important to you.”

“No, seriously.  I want you to have it.”  You pause, smile at him, and he tucks that one away too.  “I’m my team’s sniper.  I need a lot less luck than you.”

“Sorry?”

“I noticed.  How your team sends you in first.”  You nod at the fossil in his hand.  “That’s lucky.  It’ll keep you safe.”

König is touched more than he wants to admit.  He’s never received a gift from a woman before, let alone one so thoughtful.  Or one so personal, so steeped in personal history.  He turns the fossil over in his hand, and he can almost picture you as a little girl, looking for fossils with her father.  He bets you were a sassy kid.  The type of little girl with skinned knees and dirty fingernails.  The sort to climb trees and ride your bike too fast.

“Danke,” he says, and if his voice is a little more hoarse than usual, you don’t remark on it.

“You’re welcome.  Be safe out there, big guy.”

“You be safe too, Spatz.”

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He watches as you and the rest of your team load up in the trucks.  You climb into the second one, but just before you disappear, you look back, catch sight of him on the porch of the safe house.  You raise your hand in a wave, and he waves back.

Then he takes the fossil out of his breast pocket where he tucked it away.  Lucky, you called it.  He hopes so.  He hopes that luck keeps him safe in the battlefield.

He hopes there’s enough luck left over to put you back in his orbit:  the woman who grew up among the mountains.  The woman who carried a piece of those mountains around with her, and who gifted it to him.

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A murderous game of cat and mouse

Prologue

Part 1

Summary: The Scarlet witch just couldn't stay away from you, this cat and mouse game was getting annoying, you couldn't blame her though, you missed her too.

Nat loves interrupting you two and pissing Wanda off so it's a win win for her too

Warnings: 18 + Minors DNI, small amount of smut, like R giving Wanda some oral that’s it (first time writing smut in a while, and even longer since I’ve had any so no judging 😂) little knife play of course, Nat being the most annoying woman in the room but also relatable

Tag list: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

Words: 2,500

"Y/n! Are you listening?" The piercing voice of one of your men Clint barton made you jump dropping the picture you were holding "fuck me Clint why don't you just slap me next time to get my attention"

The man laughed patting you on the back and trying to look at the picture you dropped "what do you have there?"

You didn't let him instead picking the picture up and stuffing it in your bra "you want it, you have to go fishing for it"

"You're gross you know that?" He laughed sitting on the chair opposite you and getting serious for a minute “so, is your stalker still giving you the runaround?”

You shook your head “no, I cockblocked myself by telling her I like the chase and I want to keep going-

“Woah woah woah! You’re telling me you had this woman in the palm of your hand and you let her go?! I thought you were smart?” You rolled your eyes Nat had already through this with you including a few head slaps then a face slap when you mentioned wanting an orgasm from her to make up for the head slaps

"Yeah yeah I know, anyway do we have anything to do today?"

The man shook his head "no everything's sorted for today, you could go and get your hot stalker" he sent you a cheesy smile and you wanted to smack the smirk off of his face "go home barton" you said blankly and he gave you a thumbs up "see ya tomorrow boss!" He left you alone and you sighed relaxing in your seat leaning your head back and pulling the picture out of your bra looking it over once again, the look on her face while licking the knife would be engraved in your mind forever.

There was a sharp knock on the door suddenly and you whipped out your gun aiming it at the door, how dare someone interrupt your quiet time "state your name or as soon as you open that door I'll blow your brains out"

There was a small chuckle from behind the door and you raised an eyebrow "not much of a cat and mouse game if you come to my office is it?"

The door opened revealing the scarlet witch and you lowered your gun "I'll be truthful my love I hate staying away from you, fuck the game I want you now" she walked to your desk sitting on it facing you "you sound desperate" you say smiling but she just shrugged "you haven't been trying to find me either baby, I was getting lonely"

You pulled your chair close to the desk, she spread her legs so you could be closer to her and you placed your hands on her thighs stroking them "I'm sorry, we've just been really busy here"

She nodded along, placing her hands atop of yours "I understand princess but when we’re you gonna make time for me?”

You dipped your head down sadly “sorry”

The woman remained stoic “where’s your knife?”

"In the drawer" you replied and you opened it pulling the object out, Scarlet took it from you admiring the shininess "I'm glad you kept her clean" she ran the knife along your cheek pressing the tip into your cheek just enough the keep you still "maybe I should punish you for ignoring me, were you with Romanoff?"

Your eyes widened slightly and she clicked her tongue "I see, do you want her dead? Do you want to see the blood pool around her shaking body as the light leaves her eyes?" In a quick second the knife sliced down your cheek cutting you but you didn't flinch being used to the pain knives brought

"Do you want to hurt me?" She asked sadly bringing the knife up to her lips licking the small amount of blood from it making you swallow hard "no, no I don't want to hurt you"

The woman jumped off the desk coming round to behind your chair where you were still sat unsure of what to do "when was the last time you fucked her?" Her arms found the bottom of the shirt you were wearing and lifted it above you head throwing it to the floor then spinning the chair around smiling at the lacy bra you had on

"Tell me" she asked again cutting the straps of your bra carelessly nipping your skin with it

"last night" you finally said and the cutting on your bra stopped and she sliced your other cheek, okay you'd had enough of being cut, she's hot but come on

"Scarlet-"

"It’s Wanda" she corrected you, her real name? At least you were getting somewhere

"Wanda, how about you calm down, okay?" You took ahold of the knife putting it down on the desk behind you "I want you-"

"Prove it" Wanda said and you chuckled "okay sit on the desk then" you stood and the remains of your bra fell from your body "well, it's a good thing I have more" you looked at Wanda looking at your chest "want a taste?" Her fingers reached your breast holding them in her hands "you're not getting any satisfaction from me today, you're gonna pleasure me" she pinched your nipples and you jerked away "shit there's sensitive"

Wanda smiled "I know, I can't wait to have my fun with them"

You didn't question her instead letting her get up on the desk again and spreading her legs "want a taste?" She mocked you laughing at your rolled eyes

Instead of responding you knelt down pulling her pants down her long legs tossing them away and kissing up her thighs leaving deep purple marks in your wake "don't tease me detka"

You kissed her over her panties revealing just how wet she was, you didn't even take her panties off just moved them to the side moaning at the sight of her wet cunt "shit you're so wet"

"Stop talking and just fuck me" you smiled and licked through her folds seeking out her clit and when you found it you sucked hard feeling Wanda buck into you urging you on

"God you're so good with your tongue" Wanda gripped your hair tight keeping you in place, it didn't matter if you couldn't breathe, not that you minded, if you died like this it would be the greatest death ever

You felt Wanda clench around your tongue knowing she was close you kept going through her orgasm bringing her close to another one prying her legs open when she tried to close them "Y/n...Y/n so sensitive..." she tried but you ignored her licking and swallowing everything she gave you and she was delicious, you could definitely die right now.

"Y/n!" The door slammed open and you had a slight moment of dejavu when Nat's voice echoed through the room, trying to reluctantly remove yourself from between Wanda's thighs but she gripped your hair keeping you in place

"We're in the middle of something Natalia" you heard her hoarse voice say as she tried to regain some control and Nat scoffed "I can see that psychopath, am I allowed to speak to my boss or isn't she finished yet?" you didn't even have to look at her to know she was smirking

Wanda was smirking too, pulling something from her chest pocket pointing it at Nat "how about you talk to her later when she's finished?"

"ooohhh a gun I'm so scared"

You tapped Wanda's thigh and she glanced down at your eyes that pleaded to be let up which she allowed letting go of your hair and pushing you from her with her legs

You stood up facing Nat trying to put on a professional face "Nat, how about we-"

Nat held up her hand stopping you from continuing "before you start, please wipe your face, and put a shirt on I can't take you seriously with cum on your face and your breasts out in the open"

You blushed reaching for your shirt quickly putting it over your head and the looking for something to use to wipe your face when Wanda handed you a tissue "there you go medovyy, I think you look perfect the way you are though" she winked putting her pants back on, you didn't know your face could blush harder and yet you felt like it did

"Anyway Nat what do you need?" You cleaned your face throwing the wipe in the trash looking back at your friend "actually I don't need anything but I heard moaning when I walked past so obviously I had to barge in to make sure my boss was safe"

You went to speak but Wanda was already in front of you with the gun firm against Nat's head "give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet through your skull"

"I could give you hundreds of reasons but I know that's not what you want to hear" Nat was always calm in stressful situations and this was no different "so Y/n we have that dinner meeting with Agatha in an hour so we should probably get ready"

She glanced at the angry redhead "you could come too if you want, having a psychopathic guard dog there would probably be a good thing" she laughed to herself "you won't be laughing when I put a bullet through your head"

Nat sighed "you know I'd blame your anger on being sexually frustrated but I walked in on you being eaten out and from previous experience I know that you've probably had about 3 orgasms so far...she's great with her tongue right?"

You flinched when the handle of Wanda's gun smacked Nat across the face, cutting her lip, which Wanda smiled at before frowning when Nat just chuckled "well, you definitely have a swing on you, that'll prove useful at the meeting, now come on you two the car's waiting"

She left giving you a wink and Wanda turned back to you "she's more of a boss than you are princess, I like her"

You rolled your eyes, jealousy creeping into your body "you like her? You've threatened her and just slapped her across the face with the back of your gun, if that means you like someone I'm a little jealous"

Moving behind your desk to clean some things up and collect your gun Wanda watched you carefully "how do you deal with jealously?"

You finished behind the desk and moved around to Wanda wrapping your arm around her waist pulling her flush against you "I deal with it as well as you deal with it"

Wanda's eyes widened "oh milaya devushka I really want to see that, I'll get you so rilled up with jealously that the red mist takes over your mind and you kill everyone who looks at me" she kissed you hard moaning at the still lingering taste of herself on your tongue "fucking delicious" she said breathlessly and you chuckled

"It's your own taste"

"And I taste delicious-

"Come on you horndogs! We can't keep Agatha waiting!"

Wanda closed her eyes and grumbled "I don't like her anymore"

"Do you actually want to come?" You asked and Wanda nodded "our game of cat and mouse can be on hold for now, I'll be the best guard dog you've ever had instead”

"Will you sit at my feet and let me scratch your head? You joked but Wanda didn't instead she did said something that surprised you "I'll wear a pretty collar with a leash that you keep a hold of...and if for any reason you feel like you need it, I'll get under the desk and lick you like the good puppy I can be"

"Shit" you couldn't say anything else, it was just hazy, the thought of this big bad serial killer on her knees pleasing you while you were in a meeting was all you could think about

"Princess? We shouldn't keep the Russian whore waiting, come on" she dragged you out the room still in your hazy gaze imagining her on the floor with her head on your thigh as you softly stroked her hair and when you asked it she’d be between your legs making the dinner/meeting go so much better

"You'd look so cute with a dog collar" you managed and Wanda smirked "who said I don't have one already?"

"You're going to fucking kill me" you approached the car seeing Nat with a cigarette in her mouth tapping her foot impatiently "I'm glad you could pry yourselves away from each other long enough to come outside, get in the car" she threw away her cigarette and got into the drivers side while you two got into the back

The car was started up and Nat turned to the two of you "I swear to god if you two start doing anything in the back of this car I'll slit both your throats, it's a rental and I don't want to explain to the owners what the stains in the back are"

Wanda flipped her off "we'll do whatever we want Natasha"

The woman sighed before saying "fine, but if she gets action I want some too"

"Y/n won't touch you anymore Nat she belongs to me" Wanda threatened but Nat just looked at her in the rearview mirror "who said I want anything from her anymore? I think our hate hate relationship could leave to some hot sex, plus we're both redheads so it'll be fiery"

Throughout this interaction Wanda's hand flexed on your shoulder gripping it tightly whenever she spoke "and what makes you think I'd touch that dirty body of yours?"

Nat shrugged turning a corner into an alleyway and stopping the car "Maybe one day you're psychotic ass might change its mind, if the woman I normally fuck is now a pet for a serial killer then I want a taste of what she's having"

She got out of the car coming to the back and opening the door for you to get out, you thanked Nat and when Wanda stepped out Nat didn't get time to say anything before Wanda grabbed the back of her neck bringing her into a heavy kiss and slipping her tongue inside her mouth groaning at her taste

"Hmm I'll definitely think about it shlyukha" Wanda licked her lips giving Nat a pat on the cheek

"Takes one to know one psychopath"

You rolled your eyes "if you two are quite done, let's go" Wanda could tell you were obviously grumpy and grabbed ahold of you kissing your neck "are you jealous? Are you going to go into a blind rage?" Her voice was ragged against your neck, you know what you said about being jealous but you'd never hurt Nat, sexually you would sure but you'd never want to kill her.

"No Scarlet witch I won't be killing my friend" a stern tone evident in your voice making Wanda smile "using my stalker name are we? I love it when you're rilled up, can we go killing later? Seeing you up close and personal covered in blood will be the hottest thing I've seen in weeks"

You pushed her away slightly surprising the woman looking to Nat to open the door "let's get this over with" you we’re pissed, you couldn’t touch Nat or anyone else because you’d get punished, fucking hypocrite psychopath.

you went through the open door slamming it leaving the two redheads stood there "what the fuck happened?" Wanda exclaimed and Nat laughed "you thought making her jealous would be a good thing? You silly little psychopath"

"But she said she dealt with jealously like me, I don't complain and be whiny about it"

Nat rolled her eyes "you're in for it later, now come on idiot, she's scary when she's mad"

"That's what I wanted but I didn't think shed be mad at me"

Nat pushed Wanda through the door "make it up to her then"

Wanda groaned "all I wanted was to kill people for her and then fuck her while I was covered in blood"

“Too bad, you’re in a relationship now”

[lcnelyghost]

forbidden love//dandy mott

pairings; dandy mott, female reader

rating; pg13!

warnings; mentions of death, gore, murder, harsh language

summary; our infamous dandy finally falls in love, although his mother has other plans for her son, and forbids him from seeing you any longer.

Dandy wasn’t like most young men his age. He didn’t want love. He didn’t need it. He thought he was incapable of loving someone. He never wanted kids or to be wed. All Dandy really had time for was himself. But that soon changed when he met you..

You were the most breathtaking human being Dandy had ever laid his eyes upon. Most girls disgusted him, but you only resembled the true meaning of perfection.

From you’re looks to you’re voice, even you’re kindness and gentle words, Dandy craved to have every single bit of you. Everything he had once truly despised on having changed so suddenly. Now, he wanted you as his wife. He wanted to be the father of you’re children to swing them around up in the air and hear their roaring laughter filling his ears.

You were the woman Dandy longed to be with. He needed you. You had proved that you had the capability to soothe all his negative thoughts. The only one who would actually listen to him express his opinion about something. You made him want to be the best he could be. And surprisingly, he adored that feeling with every bone in his body.

Gloria however, had other plans about you and her son. The minute she introduced you both was the minute she had realised she’d made a huge mistake.

She was extremely jealous of you. She hated how you were the only one who could make her own son the happiest man on earth. The only female in his life he’d actually ever listened to. That was her job! She was supposed to be Dandy’s favourite woman of all time. That was something that was never to change in her books.

You were young, beautiful, free, and just absolutely perfect. Gloria wanted that. She’d wanted that her whole life! Now someone else had the opportunity to waltz in and take away the only thing she had left? Hah! Yeah, right. It’s not as if killing you hasn’t crossed her mind already. She’d do everything in her power to make sure you were far, far, far away from her son.

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“When should we be expecting Y/n? I thought you said she’d be arriving half an hour ago.” Dandy huffed. He began to pick at the food that sat out in front of him. A fresh, well made piece of lamb slightly drizzled in mint sauce. All the extras he’d requested the chef to make lay on the side of his plate. Though he hadn’t acknowledged any of it, let alone even taken a bite.

“Darling, some people have a tendency to put other requirements first. Besides, isn’t this lovely? We haven’t sat and enjoyed a meal in peace for quite some time now!” Gloria smiled brightly but Dandy just scoffed in reply.

He slowly started to tap his feet in extreme annoyance. You were his saviour when it came to boring meals with his Mother. She’d go on about the most unsatisfying things to the two of you, and she certainly wasn’t afraid to throw in some snide remarks about you whilst explaining whatever shit she was talking about.

And as pathetic as she was, she never thought Dandy would notice or even bat an eyelid. But he always heard the rude comments she made about you being with her son. Maybe one day he’d cut her tongue off if she wasn’t careful enough..

“Alright, this is a complete joke. You promised me that Y/n would be here. Yet, she’s not even been in contact to say she was coming for dinner tonight..” Dandy grumbled and took a long, hard sip of his wine. His Mother could tell he was getting extra pissed.

“Dear, she’s not coming.”

Dandy slowly looked up at Gloria, blue eyes sparkling with rage.

“What???”

“She will not be joining us tonight. I made sure the room was taken off the hook so she wouldn’t be able to disrupt either of us. I wanted us to have our own little night in. Just you and I!” She tried to laugh it off, but out of nowhere Dandy swung his glass and threw it at the wall with a loud crash.

Gloria’s shoulders jumped in surprise as she tried her best to remain calm. No doubt this would turn into another tantrum..

“Lying again, aren’t you Mother!” Dandy spat. He practically smashed all his plates and glasses before marching up to the playroom.

“Oh Dandy..” Gloria whimpered slightly. She was quick to follow behind him and watched the raging young man stomp his way up the stairs. Her little heels echoed off the dazzling, marble flooring.

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Dandy finally reached his destination and barged through the playroom doors. He paced up and down the room angrily. Every so often loudly grunting and groaning in frustration.

Gloria entered the room to see her son waltzing around the place in his current fit of pure rage. Dandy noticed her presence and shot her a cold, frightening glare. He saw the fearful look in her eyes and felt quite smug for a moment.

“Come now, Dandy. No more of this, eh? We can have our little night in just as planned.” She said softly. Dandy took a few steps closer to her, and she hesitantly began to back away.

“You honestly think I don’t know why you’re doing this. It’s rather obvious that you’re quite frankly playing the role of the green eyed monster. Raising you’re ugly head whenever she’s here.. you’re jealous, Mother. Jealous that i’ll abandon you and run away with the woman I truly love…”

“Dandy…”

“The way you speak of her is disgusting. She’s the one woman who truly cares for me. Not like yourself, of course. In fact, when have you EVER truly cared?”

“Dandy, don’t…

“No, Mother! Let’s talk about it! When have you ACTUALLY decided to show me you really care?? I don’t recall a single time where you’ve ever shown ANY sort of concern over me. It’s all been her! HER, HER, HER, HER!”

“YOU CANNOT AND WILL NOT BE WITH YOU’RE SO CALLED ‘LOYAL’ LITTLE SLUT! THAT GIRL ISN’T A WOMAN ENOUGH FOR YOU AND YOU KNOW THAT DANDY!” Gloria finally snapped. Dandy quickly managed to back her into a corner and all the anger that had been bubbling and brewing inside of him decided that it wanted to be let out at once.

“WHAT? AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE BEEN?? IF ANYONE WERE TO ASK ME WHAT THE DEFINITION OF A TRUE MOTHER IS, I WOULDN’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL THEM! ALL THOSE YEARS THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SPENT ON RAISING ME WERE THE SAME YEARS YOU THOUGHT YOU CAME FIRST BEFORE YOU’RE OWN CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRITICISE ANY OTHER WOMAN!! LET ALONE THE WOMAN I WOULD GIVE MY VERY LIFE TO!!” Dandy fought back his tears and screamed right in his Mother’s face, shaking her shoulders violently as he desperately wanted her to see his true emotions.

“How dare you… HOW DARE YOU!” Gloria slapped her son with a harsh smack to his face. Dandy stumbled back a little and looked her dead in the eye. He grabbed a knife from his toy chest and admired the sharp blade. It shone off of the moonlight sky and Gloria was considering if she’d been met by her very demise.

“You know, some people don’t exactly need to have a heart. What’s the purpose of having one if you don’t decide to show evidence of it?” He slowly walked towards closer to his mother until he was right up where he needed to be. Their noses were at the tip of touching and both were breathing rather heavily. Gloria yelped suddenly when Dandy placed a strong hand on her neck.

“Dandy, please..” she pleaded. And with that, her beloved son stuck the blade directly into her chest. He let out a shaky breath and watched her struggle for air as it was practically sucked from her lungs. Soon, her breathing completely stopped and she’d now just lived through her very last moments. Her corpse fell to the floor as she currently lay dead before Dandy.

He choked on a sob before whisking out a handkerchief and drying his tear stained cheeks. The now, new orphan gave his nose a soft blow before tossing the hanky to the ground.

His sobs began to stop and he giggled quietly. Those giggles soon turned into roaring, maniacal laughter. He found the will to end his sudden boost of excitement and stared out the window in deep thought. Soon, Dandy would make sure you realised that when he said he would kill for you, he meant it quite literally more than the other scummy men who roamed the streets. Dandy would protect you in any way he needed to. And as we all know, that man isn’t afraid to take the life of ANYONE who dares to stand in his way.

[gothamusing]

THE PENGUIN, EPISODE TWO. a collection of memes derived from episode two of the penguin series, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal. (18+).

i swear to god, one day i'll get you out of here.

you're safe.

it's okay. it's okay.

you're not in arkham anymore.

tell me what you saw.

i have to go.

didn't know i was walking into a party. i would've brought something.

you cocky motherfucker.

the streets are talking again!

you deserve the credit, and it's yours.

we can take them all down.

hey, no hard feelings, right?

we're all on the same side.

i'll be there making sure that you get what's yours without a hitch.

the fuck's your head at?

we're in the middle of a gang war.

i'm doing what i was told.

what's the difference between the mafia and the government? one of them is organized!

you fucking traitor!

what the fuck was i supposed to do?

they ambushed us 'cause they think we're weak.

is that all you care about?

we can get more money, gentlemen.

justice is what matters.

why aren't his killers strung up across the city?

open your eyes, they weren't working alone.

you don't call the shots around here.

you've done enough.

you've always had a nose for bullshit.

if there's a rat, we'll find him.

what do you want?

i know we've got our differences.

i'm willing to look past the pain you put me through, if you are.

look, i'm on your side.

it should be you in there, calling the shots.

you think you know what's best for me, hmm? you think you know what i need?

very convenient that, all of a sudden, you're on my side.

you are scrambling for whatever dignity you have left and you're hoping i will save you.

i don't owe you a fucking thing.

you ain't seen what i can do.

i'm glad you could make it.

this is the guy who fսckеd up the taco order.

baby, can we talk?

no one's untouchable.

look at me.

you just gotta trust me.

you seen me through worse, and i always come out the other side, better than before.

trust me.

i appreciate the gesture, but this is too much.

everything okay?

i deserve a better life.

i won't let you down.

not a fan of crowds?

shit like this, the pain of it, you gotta be careful, 'cause it'll eat you alive if you let it.

listen, what i said before, i meant.

you said you wanted answers, i brought you answers.

what am i looking at?

we could be driving to our deaths right now.

hey, look at me. look at me.

i like your dress. you always had such great style.

do you remember all those wild nights at lake como?

a young woman in this family? might not end well for her.

can you hear me?

you're gonna have to do something for me first.

i told you to come to me. not go behind my back.

there is a traitor in this family, and i brought you someone who can give us an actual fսcking answer.

you sent us there to get massacred!

fuck your mother, you dirty rat!

i will not tolerate a rat.

give me your fucking gun.

maybe it's time for you to leave gotham.

italy is beautiful this time of year.

this is what happens when you choke, understand?

dead's a one-way street.

you know how close i got to getting popped tonight?

i refuse to let these old fսcking men push me aside again, like i'm nothing.

you in?

let's dance.

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

Loved your Javier Peña fic! Could you write one where the two are in a secret relationship (because relationships in the DEA can be risky). One day when they are out on an assignment Javi almost gets killed but Reader saves him. Javi gets mad at her for throwing herself in harms way. They eventually make up and Javi thanks Reader for saving her.

Secret relationships<3333

warnings: 18+, violence, usage of guns, javi having a small masculinity complex

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Javier Peña was the first person you had a connection with in years. You weren't looking for a relationship when the DEA shipped you off to Colombia as a rookie. Your mentor was to be Javier Peña and he showed you how things worked in the world of Colombia, how corrupted everything was.

It left you feeling uneasy every day and would fear going out on the streets knowing there is a price tag on your forehead. "No one is stupid enough to kill an agent," Javi told you on your first day on the job, you were out in the field chasing around some sicarios. 

Working so closely with someone for almost your whole day had you telling Javi about your life back in the States. He loved that you were also from Texas, you missed your hometown and expressed that to him one night. You would close your eyes when you were back at your apartment and imagine you were in your bed back in San Antonio, listening to the cars pass on the street with the faint sound of crickets in the grass.

"Wanna go to the bar, I could use a drink and I think you could too," Javi asks as you gathered your things before leaving the office for the couple of hours you'll have to yourself. You were stunned by his question, you always thought he merely tolerated you.

"Sounds better than sitting in my apartment drinking alone," your answer had Javi moving you both out to the jeep fast. 

The live music was playing and the drinks you had were running through your veins. You seemed so relaxed and it was a good look on you. Javi admired how you weren't ruined yet but the career you chose.

You asked him for a dance, he couldn't turn a dance with a pretty woman. You captivated his mind since the day he met you, it was hard to let you do any work when he just wanted to keep you safe and out of harm's way.

You rested your head on his chest while he led you in the dance, just swaying in time with the music.

"Do you want to get out here?" you looked up at him, that question led to many nights spent in bed with him, and soon blossomed into becoming partners outside of work. You and him kept everything under wraps, relationships were dangerous and frowned upon in the field. 

The sky was black and the stars sprinkled across it, you admired the beauty of the nights since you and Javi had those late shifts a lot more since you came. Javi was smoking his cigarette outside the jeep.

"I think you should quit," you poked your head out the window and smiled at him. It was your favorite thing to say to him, you liked how aggravated he got by it because you were right. He looked back at you and flicked it to the ground, grabbing the pack from the seat and lighting another one. You rolled your eyes at him and sat back in your seat. 

The night was quiet, too quiet for you. Two cars pull behind you and caged in your only way out,

"Get down!" Javi yells at you, he grabs his pistol at the same moment you did. A man from each car got out and held their weapons up and pointed at him. You could see him calculate how he was going to get you both out of there.

You watched in the mirror of the car as the two men stalked toward Javi. They were passed the car unknowing of your existence, your palms were sweaty and the weight of your gun felt heavier than usual. You've been in danger before but it was never at arms length. 

Javi was keeping a cool demeanor with them, his finger next to the trigger ready for anything they might do. His eyes flickered at you for a second and returned to them. You knew you had to do something fast or he would be killed. One man pushed Javi to the ground and stood over him, you moved faster than you could think of a plan.

You crawled out the open window and snuck up on the other man, the cold barrel of your gun pressed the back of the man's head. Your finger lingered on the trigger. Javi looked at you and he saw red while the bang of the gun went off, the other man turned around and scrambled for his gun and another shot rang through Javi's ears. Two bodies littered the ground, you took a breath after holding it. 

You stood there frozen in place, and the realization of you had just killed two people hit you like a ton of bricks. Javi stands up, he takes your pistol from your hands and turns on the safety.

"Get in the car," he mutters before calling in the police to take care of the bodies.

The ride back to the station was quiet. You were still processing what happened, Javi was angry mostly at himself for putting you in the situation. It made him feel small and he hates feeling that way. He never really thought of himself as macho but when you started dating he took on that role to keep you safe.

When you walked to your desk and sat down Javi trailed in sitting himself on the corner of your desk and set down a drink for you.

"You were reckless and shouldn't have done that. You could've died out there," he scolded you, you stared blankly at him. The tears ran down your face.

"What was I supposed to do? Let you lay there and possibly die?" You spat at him, and you became angry with him.

You couldn't let that happen, he was a mentor, partner, and boyfriend.

"If I die, I die. You are to let me handle my life. How can you be so stupid throwing your life away for me?" his words stung, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if anything happened to him especially if you could've helped. You looked at him in disbelief because if the roles were switched he would've done the same thing and you wouldn't have scolded him a like child. 

Since that night he treated you like you were a ghost, just didn't exist in front of him until he had to acknowledge you. It was suffocating to be around him and be ignored, you wanted to leave and never go back. Javi put you on probation and left you to do clerical work while he went on raids and rides.

He watched you pack up your things for the night, your face seemed drained, the dark circles under your eyes has gotten worse since you haven't slept next to him in weeks, and you would stay up most nights scared of the world outside your window. You barely ate, being nauseated every day from your heart breaking. 

Javi walked up to you before you walked out the door, he tugs at your hand and spins you around. His lips crash into yours, you were taken back by his actions. You gave in and your lips moved with his. He breaks the kiss and cups your face in his hands, his eyes dart around taking your feature that he studied when you were in his bed at night.

"I'm sorry...I was angry at myself...not at you, I hate feeling helpless and that you had to something that you shouldn't had to do, forgive me, cariño," you could tell Javi was uneasy with being vulnerable. Your heart swelled when he licked his lips wanting for this fight to over with.

"I forgive you, mi amor, I need you to know that your life matters to me," you said sweetly and he took a deep breath to let his walls come down for you. 

[thecheckeredchaser]

A chubby college kid gets a job at a car wash and finds himself soon wrapped up with the new girl, who is especially into him.

(Chapter 1 of 11)

A Summer Job

Chapter 1

Mr. Sparkle's Diamond

“Now listen up, guys. We are going to be having a new employee starting this afternoon,” Paul, the manager of the Mr. Sparkle Car Wash, announced. The crew of college aged employees were half listening, mostly making plans for the weekend. “She will be here after lunch and I need someone for her to shadow.” Paul sighed, when he noticed the young men give him their attention at the utterance of the pronoun alone. He scanned the group, many chomping at the opportunity, and shuddered at the thought of the very nice young woman being grossly hit on by any of his employees. The boys were a decent lot, but not the polished type. They were young and unfortunately, absolute dogs. His regular full time guys took vacations throughout the summer, and college kids fit those slots perfectly. The younger part time kids who were non seasonal seemed to really enjoy having a young crew. They played louder music and there was far more "roasting". His main priority over the  summers was to make it fun enough for the seasonal guys to stay without it turning into a party. He looked over at Jason, one of his guys he'd had two summer seasons, who was listening to one headphone and mouthing the lyrics to the song. He seemed to be the most respectful out of the others. He wasn’t quite shy, but more quiet. Paul thought he would be a perfect shadow. He did his job, and probably would be safe to help show the new girl the ropes. He wasn’t much of a flirt, from what Paul could tell.  

Paul shouted over the volunteering calls, and informed them that Jason would be the one she would shadow. Jason pulled out his headphone, unsure of why everyone was looking at him so angrily. He found out what the drama was about and rolled his eyes at his co-workers. They couldn’t just let some girl work there without being total slime balls. Jason couldn’t deny he was intrigued by the prospect of a girl being at the shop though, and he wasn’t mad that he was going to get to show her around. He didn’t really have any girls in his circle, which made it hard to talk to girls. Let alone, date one. None of which was helped by the fact that Jason had found back the baby fat he lost in freshman year of highschool. He resented everyone who had made one of those cliche "freshman 15" jokes to him before he went to live up at the in-state college. The freshman 30 was even less funny, which is what Jason had picked up. He hadn’t dated any more girls when he had lost weight than before, but he certainly didn’t feel as confident. He was far less likely to approach someone being as chunky as he was. He was going to take the summer to get back into shape, but just had not gotten to it yet. 

Some of his bad college eating habits followed him home, and his parents noticed. They were not fitness freaks, but they were not impressed with their son’s added pounds and clear display of laziness. They pushed him to apply for a job, one where he would be on his feet. He didn’t hate working, as he had a job during school. He felt like his parents were judging him pretty harshly. He had finished his freshman year making the dean’s list. He was tired. Yes. He got a little carried away with the meal plan, but it wasn’t like hadn’t been chubby most of his life, thanks to them. Jason just thought more than seven days of a summer break grace period would have been nice. 

Jason felt excited for later in the day. When everyone sat to lunch at the picnic table in the break room, Jason was swarmed by his co-workers. Cole slid his arm over Jason's shoulder. "Hey Jason, congrats on getting the shadow gig. Very cool. Listen if she's a seven or more, please give her my number," he said, handing him a paper scrap with it scribbled on. 

"Cole, you know that's not gonna happen," Jason said, continuing to eat his grinder. 

"It's not like any of you stand a chance," Maurice said. He was super confident and would jump up at the opportunity to service any woman who came through. A notorious flirt that was always reciprocated. He had one of those perfect hair, teeth, and body combos that even grandmothers couldn't resist. The others grumbled and attempted to chop Moe down, but knew they couldn't. 

"My shot's better than Jason's. I know that," Cole said snidely. Jason gave him a disapproving look.

"You really think so, huh," Maurice said, making Cole doubt himself. Jason almost felt flattered by the slight to Cole, but knew it wasn't necessarily supposed to be a compliment. 

"He's fat!" Cole retorted, thick with maturity.

"Thanks. Right here," Jason said, sarcastically, but shifted in his seat. Moe stroked his chin, inspecting Jason.

"You are kind of fat. But you're a tall guy. 6 feet?"

"5'11" technically."

"Eh," Moe said, batting the facts away. "You carry yourself well. Good face. Nice teeth. I wouldn't be so confident, Cole. You're forgetting Jason is also here just for the summer, you're in for the long haul. Girls love an educated boy." There was a distinction that the full time guys made between themselves and the college kids who worked just for the summer break. Jason didn't think he was better because he did two semesters, but they certainly felt a way about it. He had gone to high school with Maurice, and they had been friendly acquaintances, but Jason wouldn't stretch it to say they were buddies. Only towards the end. Maurice was working with his parents at their restaurant the days he wasn't at Mr. Sparkle, and had been doing that since before he graduated high school. They both had worked at the car wash their senior year and became work friends. He had not said anything to Jason about his noticeable gain, which Jason appreciated.

"She's here!" One of the other guys, Tim said, peeping her through the window. The room fell silent as they all observed her. She looked to be their age and had a curvy body. A "dump truck" as noted by one of the boys. 

"And she's a latina? You guys are done," Moe said, straightening his collar. "I got the cultural advantage." Jason thought she was pretty, but didn’t want to join in on taking bets on who would "get" her. After his women's studies class, it seemed in very bad taste to talk about a woman so possessively. 

Paul brought her into the break room, with a hesitant and warning expression. "Boys, this is Rosalita. She will be starting here today. I want everyone to welcome her and make her comfortable here at Mr. Sparkle. You will be working with Jason," Paul said. Jason got up and reached his hand out to shake hers, not sure if that was weird to do so. She took his hand and smiled, a gorgeous smile. She had sparkling brown eyes that pulled Jason right in.

Jason showed her around the shop. They took a break for her to ask questions in the break room under the AC. She looked around pleasantly and smiled. "So, it seems pretty chill here. Is Paul a hard ass," she asked. Jason smirked. He didn't think it was weird for her to swear, but was surprised by it. What was she looking to get away with?”

"Hardly a hard ass," Jason said. "He's too nice, if anything."

"I really want to get as many hours as I can." He could sense some desperation in her voice, but he did not want to pry.

"Just let him know. He'll work with you. I'm sure he'd help you out. Any other questions?"

"Yea, what's the cute spanish guy's situation?" That did not surprise Jason. 

"Maurice. Aka Moe. He's a cool guy. Single, if that's what you meant." Jason could have shared that he was the worst flirt he'd ever seen, but felt it was best not to mess with him. He was cool. She saw him through the break window and she giggled when he flashed his smile. 

Jason showed her how to take in a customer's car and the steps needed to detail it after. She wasn't afraid to get dirty or wet, which Jason thought was good, considering it was how it went. He looked her over as she sent the customer off and blushed, making a weird smile. "What? Did I do that wrong?" she asked, nervously. 

"No! You're doing great," he stammered. "It's just…your shirt." She looked down at the baby blue Sparkle t-shirt that had two dark blue circles highlighting her breast. She had been working so hard, she didn’t notice her chest was brushing the cars.

"How funny," she cackled, looking up at Jason. Her laughter intensified. "You got one too!" Jason looked down, only to be mortified to see his shirt soaked right at his middle. He reflexively pulled it away from himself, and tried to ignore the heat coming to his face. Rosalita looked a little longer than Jason was comfortable with, but he figured if there was nothing to look at she wouldn't have.

"Sometimes you get a little dirty," he said, slightly annoyed. 

"I'm just happy to have a job. I gotta get my car fixed."

"What happened to it, Rosalita?"

"Aye! Call me Rita. I meant to tell Paul earlier, but I was still too nervous." Jason nodded and smiled. "Less nervous now that you've helped me get acclimated. But, it's just the starter that has to get replaced. And once I do that, I'll start looking at AC."

"Oof. So you have no wheels?" She shook her head. "Well, if you need a ride home, I got you." Jason thought it was the nice thing to do, and he wouldn't mind helping her out.

"Wow. That's so nice of you. I'd love to take you up on that offer." They went to check in with Paul and he had them wait in his office. 

"Hey, your shirt is dry," he offered.

"Funny you noticed that," she said with raised eyebrows. Jason froze. "I'm just teasing Jason. Yours is too," she said, pinching his middle. He stiffened even more at her touch. Jason sighed when Paul came in and eventually sent Jason away. He went out to the driveway and stood with Moe. 

“Jason! How is she? Give me the details,” he said, shaking Jason’s shoulder. 

“I don’t know Moe. She’s normal. Cool I guess.” 

“She our age?” he asked. Jason nodded his head. “Good. What do you think? Should I go for it?”

“I know you would anyway,” Jason joked.

“I can’t keep all this pretty to myself,” he said, running his hands down his body dramatically.

“Not that I should even tell you, for fear your head would explode, but she might think you are cute.” Maurice swatted Jason in the gut with the towel he had been holding. Jason rubbed the sting out, which thankfully distracted him from something else.

“She’s got eyes, doesn’t she, Jay?” he called as he approached the blond soccer mom in a black SUV. Jason could not blame Moe for being so shameless. If Jason was as fit as Maurice, he might be a little more bold and forward. He had always been a little hands off when it came to girls mostly in fear of rejection. Middle school was peppered with fleeting crushes, and after he told the first two and was told he was too chubby, he kept the rest to himself. He wasn’t necessarily phased by it, but found others’ reactions to be frustrating. He did end up losing weight without really trying, but even still operated in a very defensive manner, and never really felt right in his own body. He noticed when he was putting on the first 10 pounds, and though slightly concerned, it was not a signal to change. And if he was honest, he hadn’t thought to change anything until he left school. He was having too much fun eating whatever he wanted and a lot of it. But it wasn’t until he got home and his mother had planted her hands on his gut and questioned him directly about what he had eaten, did it start to click. And he felt a little bad about pushing his mom off of him, but he had more reasons to get out of that room. He was freaking out because he felt himself get excited from it. He discovered in his many hours in his room in privacy, to his great relief, that it was his fat being grabbed, and not his mom. He felt utterly silly to be grabbing his own stomach and jerking himself off, but not silly enough. He equally wished that his family would lay off talking about how fat he got and that they would say more. He was trying to not let people’s regular comments get him going, but it wasn’t like he was asking people to make fun of him. Not that he didn’t think about what would happen if he could. He had been putting together his more recent feelings with some weird ones he had during his year away, that made him think he didn’t really want to lose weight at all. 

The crew headed out to their cars at the end of the day. Moe had ended up talking to Rita and they were inseparable, which Jason had expected. He wasn’t sure if he was still taking her home, so he sort of hung around, as they finished chatting. Rita looked up at him waiting, and turned to Moe. He offered her a ride, and when she looked over at Jason, he was surprised it wasn’t an apologetic look. She was just smiling big, like he had said something funny. She declined his offer, putting her hand on his arm a second and skipping over to Jason to walk to his car. Jason blinked as he unlocked the door for her. 

“Why didn’t you take Moe’s offer for a ride?” he asked, casually, honestly curious. Rita pulled on her seatbelt, adjusting it over her sizable chest. In the close quarters of the car, Jason could smell her perfume and was intoxicated by it. 

“You had already offered me. And, not for nothing, you seem like a safer driver than Moe.” She kept her eyes on him as he pulled out the GPS and put in the address she gave. “I also wanted to make sure you weren’t bothered by me touching you. I sometimes tend to mess with people like I have known them forever. And you know when we met. Today!" Jason tried to bury the thought from earlier, far too happy to have been dismissed from the room. Jason cleared his throat.

“Don’t sweat it.” He kept his eyes ahead.

“Okay. Cool." She let two beats of silence go. "You have such a squishy tummy,” she said cutely.

“Sorry?” Jason spat, unsure if he heard her correctly.

“You wouldn’t think you were so soft. Who would think in this color you could conceal all that?” Rita met Jason’s glances from the road ahead with raised eyebrows. He was not sure if she was being straight disrespectful or if this was her acting too comfortable. 

“I guess my response depends on whether you meant any of that in a good way.” Jason turned onto her street, feeling very thankful he could say goodbye to this conversation. 

“You're like a little teddy bear. People like that,” she defended. Jason noticed she said “people”, and not that she liked that. “I won’t talk about that chubby belly of yours if it makes you uncomfortable.” Jason’s face burned, and it didn’t help that he could feel his “chubby belly” rolling over his waistband, confidently. A small snort slipped his lips. “But if you like getting teased, I can keep it up,” she said, poking him. Jason gaped back at her as he pulled up in front of her house. “I’m kidding!” she exclaimed, laughing. She reached her fist out to dap him before getting out. Jason reached up his fist and completed the send off. She grinned into his face, those chocolate eyes, stunning him. 

“See you, Rita,” he said. She came back towards the window and Jason rolled it down. She leaned into the opening, with lowered eyes. “What?”

“Don’t eat too much, Jason,” she said with a wink, and then playfully jogged up to her house, leaving Jason with a slight erection and a strong desire to eat way too much.

Ch 2

[mysteriawrites]

Hello my friend! Here for the matchup trade with fire emblem! If you could ease match me with someone from fates or awakening?? Thanks for doing this ❤

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Name: Mochi

Gender: female

Sexuality: pansexual

Mbti: INFP

Personality: I'm pretty shy and reserved at first. I'm not the most confident and can be socially awkward, so I'm pretty non-confrontational as well. Once I warm up I'm a social butterfly. I love spending time with my loved ones doing anything really, and I'm a bit of a mama bear friend. I'm non-confrontational for the most part but I'm also very honest. I'm not a harsh or blunt person by any means, but I don't really lie about much - especially to a partner. Open and honest communication is very important to me, especially because I can be dense and not always notice people's hints and signals. I also love debate and philosophy and love to talk about deeper things especially about the way people work and the why's of how they do things. I have severe anxiety and depression which can make me emotionally volatile from time to time, but I try really hard to deal with it in a productive way. I'm very big on accountability and self-improvement. I can be sensitive, because a very emotional person, but I can also take a joke. People describe me as really funny with good comedic timing. I'm very caring, and though my memory isn't the best I always try to check in on those I consider friends, and I'm always willing to listen when they need an ear. I'm a little witchy and a little alt but my bark is WAY bigger than my bite lol.

Interests: video games (especially cozy games and jrpgs), anime, tattoos, piercings, going for walks and exploring, shopping, writing, card and board games. I'm mostly indoorsy with an occasional itch of wanderlust.

Dislikes: Bugs, being out for too long as I get overstimulated, huge crowds, loud noises or places

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I hope that's enough info! As always, ask anything more you might need to know! Thanks again and have a good one!!!

Hihi thanks for doing the trade with me. Sorry, this took so long it took me awhile to decide. I decided to give you a Fates character because that's what I could get the most inspiration for since this took so long DRUMROLL, PLEASE!!!

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CAMILLA!!!

Like with you and Robin, you and Camilla work well because of your people skills. You have a strong love for those close to you and would do anything for them.

You were the daughter of a powerful family from the Nohr kingdom. You weren't one for the fancy balls and royal soirees. You preferred to spend your time reading and writing indoors keeping to yourself.

However, nobles don't get that luxury. For "the good of the kingdom" the lord and lady, your parents, were throwing you a ball for you to pick a suitor.

You despised this idea of course, but you couldn't go against your parents. So, after weeks of preparation you were dolled up and the center of attention with men and women lined up to capture your favor for their own benefit.

At some point you weren't able to take it anymore and were able to sneak away to get a breath of fresh air, only it seemed you were not alone.

On the balcony you had escaped to there stood a tall woman with wavy lavender hair in a black ball gown. She was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

She looked at you with her warm motherly eyes and asked if you were ok. You don't know what it is, but something about this woman makes you feel like you can trust her. As though you could tell her anything.

You told her everything and she gave you an understanding look. She took your hands and asked if you would want to hang out with her for the rest of the night.

And so, you two smuggled some snacks to the balcony and had a girls chat, and that was the night you two became friends. Your parents of course were displeased that you did not pick a suiter, but they let it slide because Camilla would make a powerful ally.

Years pass and you two became inseparable. Camilla would make regular visits to your part of the kingdom to hang out with you. You guys would chat, go shopping, and have tea parties together.

Just as she was there for you that night, you were there for her when she expressed worries about the war and wanting to make her kingdom a better place.

She also taught you how to fight so you would be able to defend yourself. She wouldn't know what to do with herself if something happened to you.

During your friendship you began to desire something more. You wanted to marry her, not some random suitor who only wanted you for you looks and money. Alas you not only did you not want to ruin your friendship, but you knew that Camilla had a lineup of other more powerful suitors given that she was not only a princess, but also kind and beautiful.

Your fears soon rang true when you got word that Camilla would soon be taking a spouse. You were devastated but wanted to support your best friend. However, you were quiet surprised the next time you two met up.

Camilla had invited you to brunch at her kingdom for a change (she said she prefers to hang out at your estate instead because it's less dark and dreary than the castle).

When you had gotten settled in and had some nice banter Camilla looked at you with a kind but serious look. She said she wanted to talk to you about something very important to her. With that she stood up from her chair, walked over to stand in front of you, and got down on one knee with the most beautiful bond ring she could find.

Camilla asked you to marry her.

And so, you two became wife and wife. The celebrity couple of the kingdom. You were light Camilla had to come home to whenever she would go off to battle and you made sure she was always welcomed back with love. She wanted to make the kingdom a better place for the two of you (and a potential family) to live happily ever after.