#i saw his little staff peek into view and i fucking gasped

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Chapter I - Play With Fire || Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Nurse!Reader.

Words: 2.5K

Genre: Hospital Romance, Love Triangle/Square, Sexual Tension.

Summary: You put on a brave front towards Stephen after walking in on something that shook you to the core.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Nurse!Chris Evans x Reader.

A/N: ha... i couldn't stop giggling like an idiot while writing this GRFBAJSDLAVA

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You turned your head in the direction of the sound and saw one of the newly graduated nurses standing at the entrance, waiting for you to speak to her, “Hey Trish, come in, how can I help?”

“Hey (Y/N), I-er… Can you please walk me through how to put a catheter in a male patient? I just haven’t done it before.” She asked in a rather timid manner, and you gave her a kind grin in response.

“Of course. Have you printed the hospital policies and procedures?” You questioned as you were getting up from your desk, and Trish gave you a nod in response, “Alright, let’s go!” 

It being your fourth day at work, you started wearing your scrubs on the second day after overdressing a little on your first day. In the past couple of days, you have been seeing more and more of Doctor Strange, but since your little encounter with him, he hasn’t approached you one on one, he just constantly smiles at you and says hey as you walk by each other, and every time you peek towards his direction, you always manage to catch him looking away from you—he’d exchange shy, amorous glances with you as he found a new favourite spot which was in front of office.

Your office had the view of the entire ward as it’s literally right in front of the nurses station, anybody could see whether you were inside or not thanks to the glass windows—but of course, you have roller blinds that you can pull down for privacy when staff comes in to talk to you.

“So why does this patient need a catheter?” You asked as Trish led you to where she left the printed policies and procedures. 

“He failed a trial of void and has over 500mls of urine in his bladder when I scanned it, so the Doctors ordered me to put another catheter in.” Trish explained while experiencing a tiny sense of pressure as a result of your never-ending line of questions.

“Alright, let’s gather what we need then, you got the list there? I’ll help you find them.” After getting the impression that she was having a notable stress, you spoke in a less forceful approach. Trish flipped the ten double-sided pages and began reading the list. You were standing behind her as she read the paper, and you also read it over her shoulder.

“Most of these are in the storage room…” She muttered to herself.

“That’s fine. Tell you what, I’ll grab these for you and you grab the dressing trolley and disinfect it thoroughly because this is a sterile procedure.” You smiled at her and placed your palm up, asking for the paper, which she gave to you with a much more relaxed smile.

“Okay, thanks… I’ll prepare the trolley.” She smiled and went ahead to look for one in the medication room.

While Trish was carrying out what you had requested that she do, you went and made your way to the storage room, which was located in the most distant part of the ward. You entered the building by tapping your key card on the door, and then to your absolute horror, you walked into Charlotte as she was pushing herself upon Strange, whose scrub top was halfway up his torso and your eyes almost burst out of their sockets.

"Sweet Jesus on a bike." You let out a loud gasp, covered your mouth, and then began waving your hands in the air as you whirled around in a panic and slammed the door shut. You heard the two of them scurrying to leave the room before another person stepped in behind you, so you sped up your stroll and broke into a sprint as you darted around the corner for another hiding spot.

You tried to make sense of what the fuck you just walked into by pressing your palm against your lips as your eyelids fluttered frantically. You had heat creeping up on your neck, cheeks, and ears; you felt mortified and appalled at the same time.

“This is why I keep telling you to stop approaching me at work.” You overheard Stephen scold Charlotte, and his irritation came through loud and clear in his voice.

“Don’t worry about her, she won’t do anything. She’s still pretty new.” Charlotte replied with complete disregard of any consequences, “You know my Dad owns this hospital, there are plenty of ways to keep her quiet.” 

Stephen sighed heavily, “You’re unbelievable. Just go back to work, your break time’s over.”

Charlotte frowned as she glanced at her watch and tiptoed over to give Stephen a peck on the cheek before going back on the floor, “You’re going to have to make it up to me later.” 

“Mhm. Sure.”

While you were holding your breath and pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, Charlotte strolled straight by you without realising you were there. You made the decision to wait another five minutes in order to be absolutely certain that the Strange had gone.

You released a gentle breath before turning around, expecting no one to be there. However, as you turned sharply around the corner, your face met Stephen's firm chest, and you swallowed the knot that was in your throat. You could feel him staring down at you directly, as you fixed your gaze on his chest, your eyelids began to flutter, and then gently, you tipped your head up to meet with his eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice was low—much lower than what was appropriate for this kind of conversation. It sounded like the passionate and soothing voice of a lover.

After you began to feel discomfort in your chest, you realised that you had been holding your breath ever since you accidentally ran into this man. You inhaled the air slowly, and with it came the scent of him: musky, spicey, crispy like the air of winter. A different scent. It crammed itself into every void you had inside you. Despite this, the other woman's perfume made your stomach turn, and suddenly you felt like you needed to throw up. You had no excuse for even feeling this way, and you were desperately trying to tell yourself that it was due to secondhand embarrassment rather than feeling envious that it wasn't you who had your hands on him.

“I’m great!” You lied and pulled the biggest smile you could muster and stepped aside to walk past him and allowed yourself into the storage room, where he followed you in and closed the door behind him.

His nifty hand wrapped fully around your wrist before you pivoted around, the pressure of Strange's hand on your wrist felt like a shackle and you forcefully tore your hand free.

"Don't touch me." You sternly told him, straightening your posture, raising your chin and meeting his gaze head on.

Stephen's jaw tightened. He seemed to be restraining himself. Maybe he wasn’t used to being fought off or ordered around. When he lifted his head and stared down at you, for some reason it made you feel like you’re the one in trouble.

"Keep whatever you saw between us." he said at last.

"What?" You weren't prepared for that, though you probably should have seen it coming.

"Keep whatever you saw, between us," he said again. "If you want to keep your job in the long run, keep quiet. It isn't what you think it is." 

"You're actually threatening me over this?" you asked, shocked that you snorted into a laugh, "Wow."

Stephen shrugged, "It's not a threat, I'm warning you."

You glared at him and crossed your arms. "Give me one good reason why I should keep my mouth shut for you." 

You both looked at each other in silence for a relatively long time. It was difficult not to take pleasure in the sight of him, despite the fact that you disliked him at the moment.

"Because you love your job. I could see it every time I looked at you, I could hear all the good things your colleagues say about you," he stepped closer to you, and you didn’t back down, tilting your head to keep his gaze. The height difference between you and him irritated you, it felt like he was using it to make you feel even smaller.

"I must admit, I find myself getting used to your presence here. In the last three days, the new nurses seem more… competent." he continued, the heat emanating off him was almost unbearable. He inched forward, even though there wasn't much space—he was already so close to you, "It'll be such a shame to lose such an asset like you."

"Your meaningless flattery isn't a reason to convince me, Doctor Strange." A smirk curled on one corner of your lips as you put on a brave mask, acting as if his opinion of you meant nothing to you. 

"But I mean it… or are you thinking of setting up a bargain?" He cocked his head to the side and pressed his palms against the wall, effectively trapping you in the room. He couldn't help but smile devilishly because he was having so much fun with the fight that you were giving him.

You rolled your eyes and forced yourself to stare him down and his piercing blue eyes, "I think you're forgetting something important, Doctor. To bargain, you need to have something I want."

He raised an eyebrow and his irritatingly charming grin became even broader, "Don't I?" 

You furrowed your brows, feeling like it was a trick question, "Don't you what?" 

He leant forwards until head was on the side of yours, and then he gently brushed his warm honeyed mouth against your ear, "Have something you want?" 

You could still feel his eyes on you, as though he were waiting for some sort of reaction, the same ones he is used to getting from his "fangirls," but not from you. 

Deep inside, yes, he did have something you want. Him. You wanted this man so bad that you're willing to use reverse psychology to make him crave and chase you, want you, need you.

"I think you're mistaken, Doctor. I have something you want." You claimed boldly and this was the side of you that you didn't know you had until you met him, "So if you want to keep my mouth shut—you're going to have to make me." You turned your head towards his slightly, imitating the way he intimately spoke against your ear.

"Has your mother ever taught you not to play with fire?" he turned his head to look at you, and his lips came dangerously close to making contact with yours.

"No. She taught me to light one up and watch it burn." You briskly answered, gaining a smile of approval from the man. 

'Doctor Strange please come to Theatre eight.' The announcement was made by speakers mounted on the ceiling, and an overwhelming sense of relief washed over you. The tension immediately dissipated the moment Stephen took a step back from your body. 

"I knew I was going to like you." He had the last word before leaving you behind in the store room.

You heaved a large sigh this time and leant against the wall for support before your knees gave way. You covered your face with your hands, you couldn’t believe you just did that. He was compelling you to behave in ways that were out of character for you.

You flinched when the door opened to find Trish this time, “Hey (Y/N), the trolley is prepped—are you okay?” 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I took a while, I got distracted.”

▪︎ ▪︎ ▪︎

You locked your office as you left and waved goodbye to the afternoon staff that were present in the nurses station. 

"See ya guys, have a good shift." You raised your hand and waved at them as you walked by.

"Bye (Y/N)! Have a good evening." They waved back at you. 

You caught Chris leaving his office as well, he should have gone an hour ago but he was delayed by the amount of paperwork he needed to finish.

“Christopher.” You called his name as you joined his side to leave the ward.

“(Y/N).” 

“Long day?” You asked.

“Eh– A little bit, but it wasn’t that bad. Yours?” 

The incident crossed your mind and you opened your mouth to say something but you changed your mind, “It was okay. I did a few things with the new grads.” 

“I heard. I’m really glad you’re settling in really well.” 

You smiled and nodded, both of you halting in front of the elevator when Chris punched the down button. Chris stared at you, observing that you seemed like there was something disturbing your thoughts. He softly bumped you with his arm and you nudged him back.

“Ladies first.” Chris stepped aside and gestured to you to enter the elevator first.

“Thank you.” You chuckled and stepped in with Chris following behind you. You pressed B2 while Chris pressed B1. You could feel him giving you quick glances like he’s hesitating to ask you something, “Spit it out, Evans.”

Chris chuckled, “I was wondering if you could join me for dinner tonight, I’ll cook.” He asked at the same time the elevator opened into another floor where Stephen walked in. 

“Evening.” Stephen greeted the both of you.

“Evening.” Chris replied.

You averted Stephen’s eyes and took a step back, placing yourself at the corner. You cleared your throat in the silence, “I would love to have dinner with you at your place tonight, Chris.” 

“Great. Does seven o’clock sound good?” Chris continued the conversation like Stephen wasn’t there.

You glanced at Stephen who stood diagonal from you, he had a subtle smirk on his lip, a smirk that you felt the urge to slap out of his face, “Sounds good.” 

Chris smiled at you and noticed his floor coming up, “Oh this is me.”

You recognised that once Chris gets off you’d be alone with Strange again and without any forethought you grabbed Chris’s pinky finger, preventing him from stepping out of the elevator.

Chris’s eyes darted from you to his hand, “You alright?” 

“Can you walk me to my car? It’s just creepy down there in the evening.” You made up a lame excuse.

“Yeah of course.” Chris shuffled back beside you, looking down at your hands and smiled to himself when you didn’t let go of his finger.

Stephen observed quietly and noticed the small smile on Chris's face. It was obvious to him that the other man had a thing for you, he wondered if you felt the same towards Chris. It made all of this a little more interesting for him.

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The Intern - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

summary: You are an intern at MSG, strictly forbidden to become involved in with any of the Rangers players. However, this becomes difficult when you catch the eye of a certain player. Word count: 2k

warning: Smut, this part is a lil choppy im sorry but we got smut so it makes up for it I think

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. You hadn’t even drank that much - just a few sips of a cocktail - but you were anxious and barely slept, which was never a good combination.

“I know, I know,” you sighed when you walked out into the living room. You knew Jess would be there waiting for an explanation. Jess let you go to bed without any details last night, which you were grateful - and surprised - about. 

“I didn't say anything,” Jess replied innocently, though you could see she was fighting back a smile. You were sure she had an idea of what happened, she just needed you to confirm it.

“Ugh,” you slumped down on to the couch, “We kissed.” You covered your face with your hands, not wanting to see the I-told-you-so smile.

“Color me shocked,” Jess feigned surprise.

“Don’t be so excited, this is really bad,” you replied.

“Was he that bad?”

“No, I mean the kiss was good. Amazing actually, which makes this all so much more worse,” you said.

“Listen, y/n, I know you have this big no romance rule to follow, but like come on. How would your supervisor ever know?” Jess reasoned.

“What if someone saw us?” you questioned.

“Did you kiss in front of people?”

“No it was alone in his room,” you replied.

“Hot,” Jess smirked, “But then how would anyone know?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “It just makes me nervous. Like yeah sure a kiss is one thing, but it can’t keep escalating. It’s going to get me in trouble eventually.”

“So what are you gonna do just ignore him?” Jess asked.

“I’m going to have to,” you replied.

“I was joking y/n you can’t ignore this man after you kissed him,” Jess shook her head, “That’s fucked up and you know that.”

She was right. It was really shitty, and you didn’t want to do that to Lias. However, the thought of talking to him made your stomach twist in knots. And how would you do it? You most definitely couldn't have this conversation at MSG, where anyone could hear... but going somewhere alone together wasn’t a good idea either. You didn’t trust yourself alone with him at this point.

You sighed, “I’ll figure something out.”

___

When it came time to go back to your internship you had butterflies in your stomach. You still hadn’t quite figured out how you were going to handle this. Every plan you concocted either made you cringe or damn near go into a panic. Avoidance, while not right, seemed like your best and only option at this point.

“Y/n I need to talk to you in my office,” Beth said before you could even settle into your desk. Your stomach fell to the floor. She knows. Oh god you really fucked this up. You tried to keep a straight face as you sat in the chair on the opposite side of her desk, your mind racing with ways you could cover yourself.

“Is everything okay?” you dared to ask. You prayed she didn’t notice the slight tremor in your voice.

“Yeah I just needed to ask you something,” she replied simply, “Don’t worry it’s good.”

“Oh, great,” you let out a sigh of relief. You were off the hook for now.

“So the team is going to St. Louis in two days and the guy that normally travels with the team had something come up and can’t make it. They’re asking me to stand in for him and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me,” Beth explained.

“I would love to,” you perked up, “I didn’t even know that was a thing interns could do.”

“Not normally, I only invite the really good ones,” she said with a smile.

“I’m honored, thank you so much,” you beamed. You felt a twinge of guilt, you were hiding things from her after all. But you reasoned with yourself it was a one time mistake and you shouldn’t let it cloud something as wonderful as this. 

Beth explained it would be a quick trip, arriving the day before and leaving directly after the game. Everything was already arranged for you, all you had to do was show up at the airport on time. That much you could most definitely handle.

The only problem you could foresee was Lias, but you had time to work on that. Beth informed you the team would be practicing a their practice facility leading up to the trip. Just knowing you had a few more days in the clear filled you with an immeasurable level of relief. Maybe you luck would least and Lias wouldn’t bother you at all during the trip. 

That hope, however, was short-lived.

He spotted you first just as they were calling the players to board. You had been hanging back, trying to hover behind some of the other support staff on the trip. You were grateful he was already far enough along that he couldn't come back to talk to you, but from the look in his eye you knew he wanted to. A knot began to grow in your stomach. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. But there was no turning back now.

The plane ride wasn’t much better. Lias was seated far ahead of you, but every couple of minutes he would turn back to look at you. You kept your eyes trained ahead, pretending to be engrossed by the movie the screen in front of you was playing. You were afraid if you made eye contact he’d try to engage with you, and with Beth sitting right next you you most definitely could not have that happen. Her being asleep was the only thing providing you any comfort, at least she couldn’t see Lias being painfully obvious about his interest in you.

Off the the plane the texts came in. It was nothing crazy, just a few messages about how he was happy to see you here and that he wanted to talk when you got the chance. You didn't know how to answer so you just didn’t.

The only time he actually caught you was in the lobby of the hotel. “Hey, did you get my te-”

“I’m sorry I can’t talk right now Lias,” you brushed him off. You could see on his face it hurt him, which you felt bad about, but at least he dropped it. Finally, you were able to escape to the cover of your room, which, to your delight, you had your own. As much as you liked Beth, you thought it would have been awkward to share a room with her.

You took some time to shower and relax, mindlessly flipping through the TV in just your towel for a bit. Eventually you got to what you were supposed to be doing - watching highlights from the past few times the Rangers have played the views and outlining some questions to ask at the press meeting. And then your phone chimed. Lias again.

y/n please, I need to talk to you. Can I come to your room?

The had bad idea written all over it... Beth was just down the hall. On the other hand, having her so close by may keep you more accountable. And you had to talk to Lias, you couldn’t avoid him forever. This seemed like the only way to do it privately without having to meet at one of your places.

Okay please just be don’t get caught. room 328

You paced the room, wringing your hands nervously as you waiting for the knock. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to come. You opened the door and pulled him inside, peeking out to make sure no one had seen. 

“So you kiss me and then completely ignore me?” Lias asked as you closed the door behind him.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” you lied, “It was just a kiss at a party.”

“Oh come on, y/n, I don’t buy that. You don’t even sound like you believe it,” Lias challenged. 

“It doesn't matter what I believe,” you sighed.

“But it does,” Lias replied, taking a step closer to you, “You deserve to be happy and to have freedom, these rules are ridiculous.” You were quiet because well, he was right, but also him being so close to you made you nervous. You totally forgot how to speak when his eyes were locked on to yours. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll leave, I promise. Just say you don’t want me and I’m gone.”

“Lias...” you voice was just above a whisper.

The next few moments happened slowly, yet in a blink of an eye. One minute his hand was on your face, gingerly rubbing your cheek and the next you were falling on to the bed. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close to you as your tongue slid into his mouth.

You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the muscles on his back. They felt better than you could have imagined. Lias made quick work of your clothes as well, stripping you down to just your underwear.

“We have to be quie- oh,” a moan caught in your throat as he slid his hand down the front your underwear.

“Shh, quiet,” he smirked. You wanted to roll your eyes but they ended up just rolling back into your head. Lias was more than skilled with his fingers. They slid easily into your slick entrance, as Lias kissed your neck. Your hand was woven through his hair, yanking on the golden strands each time you felt like letting out a moan.

He worked circles over your clit, sending little twitches throughout tour body. Your stomach was knotting with pleasure, ready to snap at any moment and flood your system. And with in moments it did just that. You let out a long, blissful sigh as you came around his fingers.

“Fuck,” Lias groaned near inaudibly. 

“I need you Lias,” you practically whined. Lias nodded eagerly, leaning over the side of the bed to find his pants that had fallen to the floor. He dug through the back pocket, fishing out a condom.

“Did.. did you know this was going to happen?” you raised a brow.

Lias chuckled as he rolled it down his length, “I was hoping.” You smiled, glad he thought so far ahead. Lias slid back between your legs, looking at you once more to confirm you were ready. After a quick nod he pushed in slowly. 

He stretched you out perfectly, you couldn’t believe how good he fit. Lias was feeling it too, the grip on your hips had tightened - like he was trying not to cum right then and there. He moved slowly at first, working both of you up. You arched your back, feeling him push even deeper inside you.

“Lias,” you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt yourself getting closer. You bit your lip, trying to prevent yourself from being any louder.

“Fuck, yes just like that,” Lias half whispered hand moaned as you rolled your hips to meet his. He moved quicker, his thrusts long and hard. Suddenly your vision was clouded with stars. You gripped his back, stifling a moan into his neck as you came. Lias let out a moan breathlessly, twitching deep inside you as he joined you.

You both caught your breath for a few minutes before Lias pulled out of you. He tossed the condom away and then cuddled back up next to you. “I have to leave right?” he mumbled against your skin. You could feel him pouting against you.

“Unfortunately, I think it would be hard to explain you leaving my room in the morning,” you tried to make light of it,

“Sucks,” Lias murmured, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“I wish you didn't have to,” you admitted, snuggling closer to him. 

Lias smiled softly, “One day I won’t have to. I promise.”

[piperjalali]

Piper! Your job is to mingle with the fast food workers at rest stop 88, and see if any particularly friendly workers will give you a key to any of the building’s back doors. Bored Macon restaurant employees have been itching for someone interesting to pass through, so make sure to give ‘em a show!

Piper can feel the heat of every eye in the rest stop on her as she makes her way through her ice cream. It’s a powerful feeling honestly. All she’s doing is sitting here, wrapping her lips around a spoon and yet none of them can take their eyes off of her. 

Well. Maybe the dress has something to do with it, but Piper will maintain that it’s mostly her doing. 

Some may say that walking into the rest stop in a very cute thrifted wedding dress was overkill, but to that Piper would say that she had this very cute thrifted wedding dress and she was going to find an opportunity to wear it if it fucking killed her. Besides, go big or go home right? 

Piper makes sure to sniffle pathetically as she shovels another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, swallowing down the icy treat with a stifled sob that she knows from experience sounds genuine. She can see the fast food workers buzzing behind the counter they’re meant to be working at, all crowding together and whispering as they try to pretend they aren’t sneaking glances at her when they think she isn’t looking. But she can see them in the reflection of the window she’s facing, clear as day, watching her like she’s some sort of cheap show. 

Piper isn’t particularly offended. Honestly, she kind of is (a cheap show that is). 

Piper lets out a shuddering sigh as she looks out the window dramatically, tears falling down her cheeks leaving behind black smudges of mascara. She dips her spoon into the little plastic cup again, only to blink when she discovers the cup is empty. 

Right on cue Piper starts full on sobbing. 

Even through her wet eyes Piper can tell feel the atmosphere in the room shift from mild curiosity to full on panic. Customers sneak peeks at her. The employees seemingly try to decide who’s job it’s going to be to approach her. Piper hiccups particularly pathetically as she swipes at her wet eyes, checking the reflection subtly and-- oh, there you go.

One of the employees is breaking away from the pack to approach her. 

Aw, he looks sweet. Kind of on the skinny side, and definitely a bit young. Even through his blatant panic, he’s got a certain softness in his eyes that she can work with. 

This’ll be a breeze. 

“Um, Miss?” His hand hovers over her shoulder hesitantly, and Piper makes a point to startle like a frightened baby deer. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just… wondering if you were okay?” 

“Oh.” Piper blinks at the guy, eyes big and wet and innocent for a moment before she looks around the restaurant as if just seeing the havoc she’s caused for the first time. Her face contorts in horror. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to cause trouble for you, I am so sorry, I’ll leave--!”

The moment Piper moves to collect her ‘things’, which honestly is just here measly little plastic ice cream cup, he jumps into action.

“No, no, it’s okay!” His hands flail around as he quickly moves into the seat beside her, obviously trying to calm her down. Piper stills long enough for him to think that it worked. “I-- I’m Kit. What’s your name?” 

Kit. Aw. 

“... Lola.” Piper replies hesitantly, and Kit gives her this big encouraging smile. It’s a bit patronizing honestly, but genuine so… She’ll give him a pass. 

“Hi, Lola. Rough day, huh?” Kit tries gently, and okay pass revoked because no shit, Kit.

“A-a bit…” Piper replies as she stabs her spoon weakly into her empty cup, unshed tears building up in her eyes until she finally releases another wet hiccup. 

“You wanna tell me about it? I’m a pretty good listener…” Kit tries gently, and he actually sounds sincere about it. 

Piper takes that sincerity as a good sign that Kit will believe pretty much anything. Soft people are gullible, after all. She should know, she is one. 

Her lips pulling into a weak smile for a moment before she hesitantly says, “... Okay.” 

♡ ♡ ♡

“He cheated on you with your best friend? The maid of honour?” Laura (at least, Piper thinks her name is Laura) repeats in disbelief. Piper bobs her head in a nod as she sucks the last of the ice cream off her spoon, watching the crowd around her at the fast foot counter look at her in varying expressions of awe and horror. She’s sat on the counter like it’s a pedestal, a full head above them all so they all have a good view of her telling the story. The transition from her lonely table to here wasn’t nearly as hard as you’d think. Bored nosy people really don’t tend to question a lot when it comes to a free show. 

“Can you believe it?” Piper asks almost shrilly as she gestures wildly with her spoon. Certain members of her newfound audience shake their heads in answer, and Piper can feel a curl of satisfaction in her stomach. She’s got ‘em hooked. “He didn’t even tell me about it! I had to catch the two of them together in the confessional booth!” 

There’s a string of gasps throughout the employees. The rest stop is pretty much empty by now. It’s just her, Kit, and the members of staff that have circled her in search of entertainment Piper is happy to bring. 

“God, Lola, that’s horrible.” Kit says gently, and it’s actually kinda heartfelt. Piper honestly hopes he at least has a foot fetish or something. She really needs something to hate about him. 

“I know. I lost two...two of the most important people in my life today, and everybody at the wedding knows, and I was just so embarrassed. I had nowhere else to go, so I just… kept driving until I found myself here. And I saw you guys sold sundaes so…” Piper looks down at her three empty sundae cups by her side pointedly, before a heavy calloused hand lands on her knee. She blinks up at the owner of the hand in surprise, only to be greeted by a lot of tall, a lot of blond, and a lot of muscle. She’s pretty sure this guy is the fry cook judging by his apron. Will definitely probably have a key to the back. 

“You can have as many sundaes as you want, darlin’. On the house.” He says gently, but his smile is a lot less pleasant than Kit’s. The kind of smile a lion would give a gazelle just before it pounced on it. 

“Thank you…” Piper trails off pointedly, and his shark like grin just widens. 

“Lance.” He introduces cockily, and Piper has to wonder if that’s a name to be that proud of. 

“Thank you, Lance.” Piper repeats again, lips pulling into a sugary smile as she slides her hand over the one he still has on her knee. “You’re so sweet.” 

Lance’s ego seems to inflate like a balloon at that. Good to know. He’s probably her best bet. 

It’s probably time to change gears. 

“You wanna know what the worst part is?” Piper turns to the gaggle of girls on her other side at this, meeting all of their gazes with her own pitiful one.

“There’s a worse part?” A redhead --Cindy, she thinks-- blurts out in surprise, and the brunette beside her elbows her in the side. 

“What’s the worst part, Lola?” The brunette asks hungrily, and Piper knows it’s a lot less that she actually cares and a lot more than she’s living for the trainwreck Piper is presenting her life to be. Oh, if only she knew. 

“We’d been dating since high school and I… I was saving myself for him.” Piper lets go of Lance’s hand to tuck her hair shyly behind her ears. “And I thought he was saving himself for me, but based on all that skin I saw in that booth... he obviously wasn’t.” Piper looks at the girls hopelessly, watching as they all melt in the kind of sympathy that only comes from a similar experience. “Oh, I feel so silly. I just… I just missed out on all that stuff for nothin’.” 

“Aw, sweetie.” Laura reaches a hand out and pats her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze with a blunt, “Men are trash.”

“They really are.” The brunette agrees solemnly. 

“Uh-huh.” Cindy seconds gently after her, and honestly? They’re not wrong. 

“Well, now that the two of you aren’t together, you can try all of that stuff you missed out on.” The girls all blink at the interjection, turning to Lance as Piper does. He’s stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, gaze roaming over Piper as he shrugs unapologetically. “I’m just sayin’.” 

“Lance! Stop hitting on the girl, she just ran away from the alter this morning!” The brunette snaps as she slaps Lance’s thick shoulder. Lance only arches his brow at the girl in return. 

“Yeah, that means she’s single, Rita.” Lance says. He meets Piper’s gaze in a long drawn out way he probably thinks is real sexy. It isn’t. “She can act like it.”

Well. An opening is an opening right? 

♡ ♡ ♡

God, he tastes like burgers. 

Kinda gross but also kinda brings her back to high school. 

Piper pulls back from the kiss with a perfectly practiced girlish gasp, straightening up enough to feel the steering wheel of Lance’s old dodge press into the small of her back. His chapped lips travel down the column of her neck, and his hands wander dangerously high underneath her white skirt, but well. 

This is all about as sexy as a wet paper towel if she’s honest. He’s got big meaty hands but no idea what to do with them.

His fingers edge dangerously close to her underwear and Piper rolls her eyes at the ceiling of the car. 

“Hey, hey, wait--” Piper says as she grabs his face, trying to drag him away from slobbering all over her neck long enough to meet his gaze. But Lance’s head is apparently as thick as it looks, because her words fall on deaf ears, the hand under her skirt hooking in the side of her underwear and tugging. “Hey--” Piper’s breath hitches a moment as Lance continues to do no such thing before she’s fisting a hand in Lance’s thick hair and sharply tugging his head back with a firm jerk, voice like honey on the edge of a knife as she snaps, “I said wait.” 

Lance blinks up at her in blatant shock, but Piper merely gives him a demure smile in return. Her gaze falls to her hand as she walks her fingers daintily up his shoulder and says, “Not here.” Piper pouts and juts her head towards the pitstop window, noticing about five different people suddenly busying themselves with menial things at the attention. “Everybody can see.” 

“So?” Lance asks as he slowly relaxes with a big toothy dumb smile, and god. She can’t wait to see someone shove a gun in his face. 

“So...” Piper replies slowly as she leans in to whisper in Lance’s ear, fingers loosening their hold in his thick hair as she says, “I think we should take this somewhere more private.” Piper pulls away just enough that she’s nose to nose with him, batting her eyelashes prettily. “How about… I get out of here, get myself lookin’ all pretty for you and meet you back here later? You’re closing right?” 

“Yeah,” Lance grunts as he slides a hand up and over the swell of her ass. Piper pretty vividly imagines breaking one of his meaty, grubby, greedy little fingers and smiles. 

“Well... I’ve never had sex before, and I’m willing to bet that you’ve never had sex in an empty rest stop before,” Piper smiles almost shyly as she pulls back to sit back on his lap, eyes twinkling. “It’ll be a first for both of us.” 

“Holy shit,” Lance breathes, giving her ass a squeeze presumably for emphasis. “You’re pretty dirty for a church girl.” 

Piper ducks her head bashfully and she giggles like she imagines Lola would giggle. Soft, shy and innocent. She looks back up at Lance through her lashes and decides to finally get this over with. She chews on her lip a moment before smiling around the meat of it and hesitantly asking, “...Speaking of… you think you can get me a key to the backdoor, stud?” 

Lance’s thick caterpillar brows almost look like they’re crawling towards each other as they knit together. “What? Why?” 

“Well, let’s just say I’m not exactly planning on wearing anything suitable for any eyes but yours tonight, and I’ll need a way to get in…” Piper purrs seductively, and she can pretty much see the moment Lance puts two and two together, the moment that key is as good as hers. Her shy smile becomes a full on grin. “So? Is that a yes?”

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Chance Meetings

Chapter Eight

Turtles and Reader

Leo had slept next to you entangled in each other arms until the morning sun started to peak over the horizon. You felt him shift under the blankets and hook his arm under you sliding you under his weight. Not wanting to give the cocky turtle the satisfaction you pretended to be a sleep ignoring the pressure of his immense weight bearing down on you.

“You want to play that game?” he rumbled mischievously leaning down sinking his teeth into your collar bone eliciting a yelp from you.  

Your eyes snap open glaring up at blue banded turtle blowing a puff of hot air out of your nose. Seeing him above you with that sexy coy smile he liked to give you made the scowl you were wearing melt. Leo was practically lying on top of you and you could feel his semi hard manhood resting on your leg making you blush remembering last night’s events. The dull ache in your lower regions reminded you of how many times you both enjoyed each other’s bodies before you both passed out from exhaustion. You’re mouth suddenly felt like someone had dumped the Sahara desert in your mouth.

You noticed the red and purple hues of the impending sunrise laugh at the chance of having Leo one more time before work. He noticed your disappointment as you stared out into the morning sky and chuckled a bit leaning down floating his mouth just over yours, his breath still sweet as it was last night. How the fuck did he not having morning breath? You were sure yours radiated a foul stench of dirty pirate and hot garbage.

“I have to go, a ninja needs the shadows to move safely through the city and those shadows are dwindling with the morning sun.” before you could say anything in rebuttal Leo pressed down stealing a quick but zealous kiss and removed his muscled frame from your bed.  

As he bent down to retrieve his pants you got a good view of his ass that was always hidden under clothes and his hard shell. Round and firm, you withheld the nearly impossible urge to reach out and grab it pulling him to you so you could take a bite. The clink of his belt being secured brought you back to reality and he turned to face you again.

“Are you coming down tonight after work? “

Sitting up in the bed letting the sheet fall from your body you nodded, giving him a little show before he hopped out your window. You watched Leo’s mouth open slightly and his pupils dilate at the site of your bare breasts and you could have sworn you saw his cheeks darken.

In a blur he leapt forward his nimble mouth latching onto one of your nipples making you gasp at the sudden sensation. His muscled arms edged around your waist connecting your body with his, feeling the rough texture of his scared up plastron against your sensitive flesh. A tidal wave of goosebumps rushed over your skin in response.

As much as you wanted to continue with this exciting turn of events you noticed the light creeping through the windows. “Le…owwww! Not too hard you tease! You better get going; I don’t want you in danger because of me.”  

With a frustrated huff Leo relinquished the spit slicked peek and backed off the bed and headed towards the window. Adjusting his budding erection in his pants Leo pulled the glass open and took one more look back at you. With a wink he jumped out and over the fire escape to the ground below.

“Show off.” You mumbled as you flopped back on the bed hoping to get another hour of shut eye before your alarm went off. But you weren’t that lucky, after 20 minutes of tossing and turning you drug yourself from bed. A warm sensation rolled down your leg making your stop in your tracks. Heat hit your face as blood rushed upwards, you were feeling Leonardo’s seed spill from you making a mad dash for the carpet below.  A throb of desire raced to your belly and hopped back in the shower to rinse your nocturnal romp from your body. It was going to be a log day at work.

Leo managed to get back home before the sun rose above the horizon, thankfully you didn’t live too far from their lair, a 10 minute roof top hike was all it took. As he snuck back into the dark lair he came to a halt when a large body blocked the stairs to his room.

“I can smell her on you.” The low rumble of Raphael announced his hothead brother as he leaned forward making eye contact with his fearless leader.

Leo didn’t say anything side stepping his brute of a brother and took the stairs to his part of the lair two steps at a time. Leo knew better to think that Raphael would leave it alone so when he found him planted in front of him when he sat down on his bed he started to preen the bonsai tree on his night stand. He refused to look up at the prying turtle but knew Raph wasn’t going to be ignored.

With true ninja speed the preening clippers were extracted from Leo’s grasp and were palmed in Raph’s hand. Letting out a sigh Leo tiled his head up and raised an eye ridge. “What do you want?”

The hothead shifted on his feet suddenly looking a bit anxious, which was out of character for his younger brother.

“You… you fuck her?”

Leo nearly shot up from his bed but remained seated not wanting to make a scene so early in the morning, “Shell Raph! That’s none of your business is it?”

Raphael switched his weight to his other foot and cast his eyes to the ground beneath him, “Yeah, yeah I guess you’re right, it’s just she smells so fuckin good and her scent is all over ya. Um…sorry.” Fiddling with the sheers in his fingers a few moments longer Raph returned them back to Leo’s hands and left in a huff.

So he wasn’t the only one who could smell the pheromones you put out? Interesting.

The rest of the day went smoothly around the lair after Leo had taken a shower washing your scent from him.  Raphael didn’t bring up the subject again, but Leo would notice Donnie and Mikey eyeing him occasionally throughout the day, their amused eyes following him about his day. Even Master Splinter gave him a lopsided grin but didn’t vocalize anything. Did they know he had lost his virginity?

Leo had managed to meditate for a full 3 hours and then made himself and Master Splinter some fresh tea. Lounging in their half circle chairs he sipped the cooling tea keeping a keen eye on the clock and listening to his little brother play the drum set. Leo had to admit Mikey was getting better; he was keeping up with the metronome that kept the beat beside him. He could even see the orange banded turtle close his eyes lost in the music he played along with.  

As 5 o’clock rolled around Leo began watching the lairs main entrance anticipating for your arrival. An uneasy feeling crept over him when 5:30pm came and went; you were usually there within 15 minutes of getting off work. Maybe you just had to work a little late.

When 6pm ticked by, all four of the turtles stared nervously at the entrance, something wasn’t right. You would call if you were running this far behind. Donnie was about to call you when his com rung, the song “Foxy Lady” by Jimmy Hendrix sounded from his shoulder com. Embarrassed the tall turtle fumbled for the receiver and answered the call, “Yes Chief Vincent?”

They could hear her mumbled tone through the small speaker pressed to Donnie ear slit but couldn’t make out what she was saying. But by the higher pitch of tone she was using it couldn’t be good.

“No Rebecca, she isn’t here? She was supposed to be here after work but she hasn’t shown up yet, it’s not like her. I was about to call her when you rang.”

Leo’s stomach knotted instantly at those words, why was Chief Vincent looking for you?  

Donnie’s face morphed from his easy going composer to a look of sheer panic. “They were part of what?! And two of them escaped?!” His wide brown eyes found his anxious brothers who waited with baited breath. “Yes we know most of their hang outs, we’ll start looking…..you can’t find the other woman either? Yes we’ll be discreet. We’ll keep you updated and please do the same.” With a flick of his wrist the call was ended and they were on him in a second.

“What was that about? What’s going on? Why are the police looking for Y/N?” Leo was frantic grabbing his genus brother by the shoulders so he had his full attention. Donnie met his eyes and leo saw his adams apple bob with a heavy swallow.

“Those three goons in the alleyway that Y/N stopped from raping that woman….. two of them escaped today and the third was caught mid break.  The police learned a piece of information from one of their cellmates; they’re part of the purple dragons. Rebecca told me when they were identifying the three men one of them threatened that when he got out he would find them and finish what they started. They wanted Y/N and the other woman to know of the jail break so they could be extra careful. And well….. neither are answering their phones and Rebecca sent officers to their apartments to deliver the news in person but no one was home.”

Before Donnie could finish all three of his brothers were at the weapons wall gathering what they needed.

“She wants us to check the east side, all of their usual hangouts, even Doc 3 by the abandoned canning plant. She’s sending the units that are aware of our presence as back up and the rest will be sent to the rest of their known hangouts.” Donnie grabbed his bo staff from his desk and they darted for the door.

“Bring her back to us.” They heard Master Splinter call as the four mutant turtles vanished out into the tunnels.

It was hour four and still nothing, each dive bar and warehouse they searched was vacant with no sign of any purple dragon thugs. Raph had hoped they would have run into at least a few thugs so he could burn off some of this anxiety. He was starting to get itchy from the lack of action. Donnie was currently trying your phone for the 56th time but now it was going straight to voicemail.

Leo was going crazy; each purple dragon roof they leapt from made his heart sink even further. They had, had you for over four hours now; there was a lot a gang of low lifes could do to two women in four hours. He tried his best to keep his rampant imagination at bay, you could fight he kept repeating to hismelf. They had been training you and you were pretty damn good for someone who just started her journey with ninjutsu a little over a year ago.  He was proud seeing you accelerate at such a fast pace, so you could very well be alright.

Their last stop was Doc 3 an old forgotten pier on the east side. The canning plant had been shut up for 10 years and left to decay in the ocean air. Rotting dock boards and broken fishing equipment decorated the eerie atmosphere perfectly. Even the thick fog rolling in from the ocean gave it a horror movie feel.  It was perfect for a gang hide out.

Silently they made their way to the old plant scaling the splintered wood siding with ease. They had been there so any times they knew where to step on the old roof to keep it from making a sound alerting anyone to their presence. On the far side of the roof was a large skylight lit up from the inside. There was activity here which gave them a little hope. They just hoped they had gotten there in time.

Moving without a sound the four turtles approached the glass skylight making sure not to be noticed and peered over looking for any sign of you and the other woman. To their surprise they saw several unconscious bodies littering the floor. There had been or was currently a fight going on down below.

Shifting a little more to see further into the canning plant Leo felt his heart jump into his throat, there you were standing in front of the woman you had saved in the alleyway, protecting her once again. The woman looked relatively unharmed aside from her shirt being ripped and a deep cut across her cheek, but you, the sight of your current state made him growl, the deadly sound bubbling up from his diaphragm.

All three of his brothers looked strangely at their eldest; the sound that had just come from his throat was uncharacteristic of his calm and collected demeanor. Usually that kind threatening rumble came from Raphael.

Following their leader’s intense gaze they saw why he had growled, you were there a human shield holding what looked like an old machete and it was dripping with blood. The hair that was usually pulled back in a loose ponytail was disheveled and caked with dirt and blood, hopefully not yours. Your clothes were dirty and torn exposing inappropriate amounts of your body and the shiner you were now sporting looked painful. Each limb including your bottom lip was covered in gashes and cuts oozing with crimson, fared angry and red.

The air was heavy with violence, their breath raged and seething. Each turtle gripped the hilts of their weapons making the leather under their palms creek from the immense pressure. God help them if they violated you because if they did, none of them would make it out alive.

@lunarkittythings

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[dirtyredtales]

Denver

The conference finally ended for the day. Eight hours of listening about identity theft, check fraud and taxes has given me a huge headache. I want nothing more than to shed this suit and head to the gym. If I have any prayer of staying awake during the dinner party, I need a good work-out to wake me up. I run to my room quick and change into my sports bra and running capris. I enter the state-of-the-art gym the hotel staff gushed about. There were a handful of other gym goers in the 3000sq ft space. I quickly jumped onto an open treadmill facing the city. The view from the 16th floor was amazing, the sun beginning to set behind the skyscrapers. A little P!nk on my iPod for motivation. I had just found my stride and starting to enjoy my solitude when I was startled by a guy jumping onto the machine next to me. I found myself a little embarrassed as I did a double take and slowed my run to fully grasp the situation. He was probably early 30's, dark brown hair, bright green shorts hanging low on his hips, tight white T-shirt clinging to his chest. He gave me a wide smile but paid no attention to my gauking and went on about his mission. I glanced around the gym and realized we we're the only ones now in the large space. I tried to focus on the task at hand but I couldn't help but steal a few glances his way. The scruff around his jaw and chin made me think of Adam Levine. I am a sucker for scruffy men. If he saw me sneaking peeks, he didn't let on and frankly he appeared to ignore me completely although he was literally a few inches away. I started the cool down phase of my work-out, walking now and wiping the sweat from my face and neck. It was then I felt his hand reach from behind me and rest on my forearm. I stiffened and slowly turned my head and shoulders to face him. Even though he was breathing heavy and covered in sweat, he smelled like heaven. A mix of man, heat and sun. He steped closer and pressed the stop button on my machine. His left hand slowly travelled up my arm and then down my side, resting with a very firm squeeze on my hip. The heat between my thighs was enough to melt my pants. What the fuck was going on and more importantly what was I going to do about it. He brushed his lips against the back of my neck sending shivers down my back and immediately making my nipples very hard. The words we're simple, "I think I want you", he said. "I think I'm going to take you right here because I am finding it hard to control myself, is that OK with you"? My mouth was dry, my heart racing, I needed water, I couldn't speak. He waited a few seconds for me to respond, him accepting my silence as approval. My mind couldn't process what was happening. I gripped the bars on the treadmill to steady myself. His hand dipped eagerly, with purpose, into my waistband. I could feel my body betray me, dampness flowing freely at this point. I could literally hear his smile when his fingers found my wetness although I was not looking at him. His fingers we're skilled and within seconds my clit was shaking in orgasm. The throbbing didn't let up tho and I was flooded with such intense desire it took my breath away. I made a move to turn to face him but he griped my ponytail tight and grinded his hips into my ass. His cock was fully erect and felt amazing on my ass. I was pulsing harder with the thoughts of his thickness spreading my needy pussy wide open. I moaned as he pulled away to swiftly pull down my capris. He was kneeling now behind me and I suddenly felt so vulnerable and exposed. His knees kicked apart my legs and in one motion his hands focred my ass up and out, his mouth covering my shopping pussy. I screamed, the plesure of the moment was so intense... I had no other response. In any other moment I would have been mortified, knowing I was less than "clean ", sweaty from my work-out and needing to shave today. But I couldn't think about that now. His tongue knew how to take me to cloud 9 and I was quickly engulfed in orgasm #2. When I was done quaking, he stood and proclaimed "I think your ready". He placed my hands on the front of the treadmill... "You may want to hold on". I giggled despite myself and it was met with a swift smack on my ass. A jolt of heat raced thru me and with what felt like one step he had thrusted his thick cock into my pussy. I gasped. He didn't take it easy or take his, time. He fucked me with purpose. I was frozen unable - no unwilling - to move. Grabbing my swollen tits he held onto them tighter with each thrust. I could feel him swelling in me and my own orgasm building. He reached around and stroked my clit hard, smacking it with quick strokes and soon I was cuming like I had never cum before. He gave me two foreful hip thrusts and then removed his throbbing cock leaving me suddenly empty. His hot sperm hit my ass and lower back, his moans so loud and almost painful sounded. Gasping for air he grabbed me hips, continuing to send waves of cum onto my ass. As he regained his composure, he grabbed his gym towel and gently wiped my ass. He stepped close and whispered "Thank you, beautiful", before stepping off the treadmill. I couldnt focus, my knees we're weak, my brain processing the events of the last 20 minutes. I was snapped quickly back to reality when I heard a group of girls entering the gym, chatting about the pool and their bathing suits. I quickly yanked up my pants, looking frantically for spectators. To my delight there wasn't anyone staring and the girls never noticed my situation. But I quickly realized my mystery man was also gone. After getting to my room I showered, letting the hot water wash away my sins. I've never ever done anything like that. How could I??? And how could I have liked it so much? I tried to not think about it as I dressed for the dinner party that was to take place in less than an hour in the hotel ballroom. Feeling flush with that freshly and thoroughly fucked glow, I made my way into the ballroom. Samantha waved and called after me to join her at her table. As I made my way to the table, she was chatting with a group of people who had their backs to me. I grabbed a glass of wine from a passing tray and threw my sweater over the back of a chair. Samantha took one look at me and smiled, "you OK? You look like you just came from a marathon or something". I quickly straightened, and said, "I was at the gym an hour ago". Samantha shook her head in disgust, "here I want you to meet someone, Kerrington this is Paul Lindt, the Director of the Fraud Investigations division of the IRS here in Denver". I must have turned 20 shades of red the moment "Paul" turned to me and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Kerrington. Did you enjoy the gym"?