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known strangers - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: when a stranger from the past is now your future, how are things going to work when the only thing in mind you have is that weekend and him. your boss.

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psa 🗣️: HIIIIII!!! ceo!jude ?? yess plsss!! inspired by a clip back when he did cibieles, and a few requests i mixed and played around with 🤭🤭 like always hope you enjoy!! and i am sooo sorry for delaying this!! yet i do feel i'm getting back on track 🤞🏻

“it should not be this fucking hot… why is it so hot?” you blabber to yourself, the wind blowing pieces of your hair around all over the place, making them stick to your lipgloss. you gently removed them from your lips, but they frustrated you more as they returned. your heels clicked against the floor, tugging your purse tighter once you arrived at the huge, tall building downtown.

you were directed right away by the receptionist, her simple instructions to take the elevator to the last floor and then turn left. you felt frozen upon seeing the metal doors, a bubble of anxiety rising through your throat as you began to take it all in. the huge building, the fancy decor, the employees. you felt more than fortunate to land a job a couple of months after you graduated.

most of your friends and people you attended uni with either landed jobs before graduation or were still looking for those opportunities. your line of work came in handy, and you were very pleased at how much you had achieved at your age. you could travel, work, spoil yourself, and make a title for yourself. this was the first chance for you to start your career independently and you took that very seriously.

you scrolled aimlessly on your phone while waiting for the elevator doors to close, checking the latest emails and texts from your friends, holding your purse tight, and fixing your hair back to how it should've been before the wind ruined it. “advice them to assure they're all prepared, the last time they couldn't even utter a word and take responsibility for what they did…” you looked up, standing straighter as you heard a deep voice.

the word scared couldn't even define how you felt at that moment, the blood rushing down your face and stomach-turning upon seeing a similar figure. the same person you spent a night with a summer ago. you recognized him from a mile away as he moved in slow motion, or was it just in your head? it couldn’t possibly be him? or could it?

you looked away almost immediately when you locked eyes for a few seconds, clearing your throat and pretending not to be bothered, but truly you were dying inside just a little. not a little, a lot, you felt like throwing up. maybe you were being dramatic, but a worse fear of yours was seeing somebody you recognize or know in public.

oh how much you wanted to be over, yet it didn't end. the elevator ride was endless, the four walls feeling like they were closing you in, filled with heated tension, and awkwardness. All you could do was breathe quietly, look up to be faced with his firm and structured back under his suit, or be on your phone. you let out a sigh of relief once you walked out, legs wobbly, and your stomach back in place, thankful you didn't throw up from nerves.

you quickly forgot about it, knowing he didn't remember you or acknowledged it. you attended the first meeting of the day, getting to meet a couple of new coworkers who would be participating in the same campaign as you. you all settled to get drinks and lunch together later on after finishing a hypothetical proposal and outline.

a bead of happiness burst in your chest. you could get used to this, it wasn't as bad as it seemed and you fitted in with the rest of them there.

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“this weather is so bipolar i don't think my hair will handle it,” said lilly frustrated, shaking her umbrella and putting it away. “as an american this is completely different than where i live, i’d be dying from the heat right now,” she jokes earning a laugh from everyone. “i promise it’s not that bad,” chris sarcastically says shrugging off his coat.

“that bad? it rained all week!”

you were allowed an hour break for lunch, so you all settled for a nice coffee shop across the street since the weather didn’t look promising. after debating and getting conceived by lilly, you ordered an iced coffee and chocolate croissant, content and ready to eat something. the whole group sat by the windows, getting distracted by the rainfall before julian spoke up.

“have you guys met the ceo?” you shake your head no, having no idea what they were or who exactly they were referring to. “no, let’s not even call in that negative energy… the receptionists in the front were gossiping how he had super high expectations for us after last years team was a disaster,” julian stressed, shaking horrified, almost as he had been part of it.

“who exactly is the ceo?” you asked with an unsure smile, earning looks and daggers. “what? what do you mean you don’t know who he is? he basically runs this entire city!” julian was first to speak making you laugh, “you’re joking right?” you deadpan earning a shake from julian. “no… you do realize we have a meeting later with him… right?”

“i barely fully moved in two days ago and haven’t had time to do any research,” you explain taking a sip of your drink. “okay why did i also not know this?” chris exclaimed taking his phone out immediately to check his email.

“guys we can’t forget stuff like this especially when he has strictly scheduled meetings with us! i’m not lying when i say this man will fire us on the spot,” stressed julian making you and lilly snicker a laugh but totally agreeing with him. you couldn’t lose this job just because of minor details like this. you needed to be prepared and organized.

“what else do you know about this ceo?” lilly teased him, laughing when he squinted his eyes towards her.

“well for starters this man is strict and loves his work done in a well manner. if he believes you won't succeed with him, he won't even bother to call you into his office. he was born and raised in england his whole life, he's considered like royalty now with the status he has. you can probably piece he’s the most young eligible bachelor if women are luck to cross his path.”

“he started his company at a young age, no one knows by what or what inspired him, but it's rumored by a small incident when he was young. he's rated most arogant, executive, successful, directorial ceo in all of europe. If that doesn’t scare you than i don’t know what does…” he finished saying.

“well then… no pressure guys,” you joked

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“my hand hurts i can’t write anymore,” you sigh removing your glasses and gently closing your eyes feeling how dry and irritated they were, from switching to your ipad and writing notes in your notebook. “that double espresso shot hasn’t kicked in yet,” yawned chris, standing up and stretched.

“for our first day we haven’t done so bad-”

a knock on the glass doors made everyone turn their head, a woman in her late 50s came in, “your scheduled meeting with the ceo is in five.” a sudden mood shift was practically immediate, everyone glancing at each other before prancing around to gather their items. julian even taking a breather before being the first to walk out.

your steps stopped, lilly almost crashing into you as you stared ahead to the one person you didn’t think of ever seeing again. jude. there was no describing how you felt, you couldn’t hear anything around you, just focused on him. How he spoke and had this angry daze on him. julian wasn't lying when he said everyone feared him, you just prayed he didn’t call or recognize you.

“you good?”

“y-yeah-h i’m fine! It just hit me out of nowhere you,” you quickly lied, offering a small smile before hiding behind everyone.

jude looked up dismissing what seemed like his assistant before stepping over to where you all stood. luck didn’t seem to be on your side, since everyone got into a line and put on their most professional smile. jude shook everyone's hand, greeting them and welcoming them to his company. your chest moved up and down as he approached you, biting the inside of your lip anxiously.

“hello, welcome. i’m jude bellingham, it's a delight… to have you here,” jude stammered, his hand shaking yours slower almost as if he wanted to take a better look. you barely looked up just focused on shaking his hand and for him to continue down to the last person. “thank you for having us here,” you spoke softly, removing your hand gently so he could continue on.

jude’s stare lingered on you earning a small shove from lilly who asked with her eyes, “does he know you? do you know him?” you ignored, rather focusing now on your shoes which you had not noticed had mud on them, a headache wanting to appear just by the couple last minutes.

how was it possible? how was it possible for the two of you to be here? in the same room? he was now your boss, and you were his employee. you were to follow his rules, while he just observed and made them. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. you envisioned a dream different than this. you were convinced it was someone else but not him?

you avoided him at all costs, not wanting to make it weird for him or yourself, but rather save the embarrassment and fear you felt for some other time. if you felt he got nearer you walked away somewhere else, you looked up when it felt like he was the only one staring at you while he spoke. the only constant thought in your head was to act like the professional y/n everyone knew. the one who held her head up high, and got her way no matter what.

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“why is it you’re doing this?” you asked cheerfully, slipping into jude’s hold as he fixed his sunglasses and laid back on the pool chair. “i don’t understand what you mean?” he shrug, his hand racing from your spine down to your bum, where he rubbed it softly over the bikini material. “explain to me darling.”

“we just met jude… it feels like we’ve known each other longer… surely it feels like something else…”

jude chuckled. “i’ll keep it simple. i happened to be on a business trip and i stumbled across you. you’ve recently graduated, and traveled here to celebrate. though now you're here with me… in this lounge chair, in my bed, in my arms, because that how attached we’ve gotten? tell me i’m wrong?” he challenged, as he leaned up and slid you onto his lap.

“you’re wrong,” you dared with a huge smile on your face sliding your hands onto his shoulders feeling his lips pepper kisses onto your jaw.

“then i’m not doing my job correctly.”

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“i wanna know more about you, tell me,” you leaned over slightly grabbing his hand and brushed your thumb softly over his knuckles. jude’s eyes followed your movements feeling hesitant since he never did this. his job didn’t allow him to have enough personal time to be himself. but with you, he’d kill to spend every moment together.

so he found himself losing himself in your eyes and allowing himself to reply to any question, doubt, feeling you had. “i promise i’m not that interesting as you think…”

“surely that can’t be true? there's always something more hidden, a locked mystery in a person who doesn't fully show themselves to the world…” you reply taking a sip of your wine staring into his intense eyes, not knowing that behind them jude was already obsessing and going crazy about the idea of you. you allowed yourself to be you and vulnerable, why couldnt he?

“ask me anything.”

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“what's the biggest aspiration you had as a kid?” jude randomly asked, tucking his head closer into your neck. “the word aspiration would be impossible for five year old me to know. the dream she had was to explore the ocean as a mermaid, then grow up to be teacher,” you rambled.

“would she be proud of the person you are now?”

“she would be mad because of stubborn she was but yes, more than proud…”

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Jude’s chest burned with anger, grabbing the nearest item before throwing hearing it break into tiny pieces. He took a seat by the balcony looking over to the small

‘dear jude,

the past week has been the most strangest yet fulfilled week i’ve ever had. never did i imagine to meet an extraordinary person like you. and so it pains me write this knowing we have different and separate lives. believe me, i’m saving you from something that would’ve turned ugly. you deserve better and its not me. you have exclusivity, a richer mentality that i know for sure i can’t live up to… just think of me of the one person who you first ever truly got to be yourself with… five year old jude would be proud.

- y/n ♡︎

jude was back to the old him. the one before meeting you. the one too busy for anything and focused on his companies future. yet he couldn’t think at all, your scent lingering around his rrom, in the white button up you wore the night before, just right after moaning his name during your high.

he laughed in disbelief, once again feeling the disappointment and pain in his chest, gliding across the room to the coffee bar where a almost empty bottle of whiskey stood. not thinking it one second and grabbing the bottle to take a huge jug of the bitter drink.

“exclusivity my ass.”

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“anything else we can get for you sir?” your coworker asks, jude sighing and loosing his tie. you looked down at your feet, making sure your heels were still shiny after stepping on mud but cleaning it off as you shifted your weight nervously. “you. what’s your name?” his tone laced with a demanding manner. “me?-” lilly blurted.

“no her, the one next to you.”

“i’m y/n… what can i help with,” you nodded. you felt exposed under a microscope. like a new scientific specie discovered. everyone's eyes were on you, making you want to run out and book the first flight back. jude’s eyes widen a tad bit, not knowing if he was just taking you in or if he remembered that same night back in the almafi coast.

“that’s it for today. i will see you all wednesday,” jude shook his head, a bubble of relief bursting through his chest when he recognized you. that same excitement from that night you first met, where you spent the entire evening together, drinks, dinner, dancing, to then sharing his bed in the most intimate manner.

had you remembered him like he did?

“y/n? please stay back, i’d like to run a few things with you,” you were sure your stomach had dropped to your ass again for the second time today, heart banging in your chest that doctors would’ve busted into the room quickly. your friend gave you a confused look, receiving a shy smile from you. you weren’t sure what he wanted, or expected, all you wanted was to leave.

“what can i help with?” you said again, taking short strides as you opened your notebook and prepared to take notes. “why is that i recognize you from somewhere?” jude pushed his brows in, eyes roaming you as you took a seat in front of him. you gulped afraid your voice would sound scared and small in front of jude. could you even call him that? or would you have to refer to him as sir like others? “uh… maybe you have me confused with someone else,” you offered a lie, pursing your lips.

“no. i know who you are…” jude persisted

“i’m sorry sir, i think you are mistaken-”

“jude, call me jude.”

“j-jude, this is a huge misunderstanding,” you giggle nervously shaking your hands, watching as the tall man stands up from his chair and came around to sit on his desk right exactly infront of you. his jaw clenched, leaning slightly back as his hand interlocked and rested just below his stomach, watching as he took a deep breath. “some could argue it isn’t.”

“i don't know-”

“last year i fired two people on their first day because they lied to me. will we have a repeat of that today y/n?” he said sternly making you scoff in disbelief. “excuse me? if me being here bothers you that much then it sounds like an ego problem,” you defend sitting up straight, closing your notebook.

“i’m not here to waste your time or mine either. just get onto what you need to say,” you hurried no caring if you sassed or had an attitude. the nerve to threaten you, on your first day, just because of some history. ‘the history that keeps you up y/n’… said your conscious.

it’s true… and while you hated to bring him up, to recall every memory spent on that trip. you knew deep inside he wasn’t just a stranger. he was someone engraved in your mind until forever held its peace.

you felt shitty the morning after leaving him. remembering how tears flew down your cheeks as you wrote the letter, how jude could sense the already empty space before you walked out. out of the room and his life. but never in your life had you become that scared of being that vulnerable and attached.

every piece of him haunted you. the name, his music taste, the black tie he used the first night you shared a bed together, his briefcase filled with documents, the black gel pens, and gold watch. you felt him everywhere though he was no longer there. you knew the insecurities had won, and you accepted that a person like him could never be with you. the status, the medal he wore around his neck. you couldn’t be that.

“what i need to say? it’s not even close to enough to what i felt after you left me… i know it was you in the elevator this morning, yet i fooled myself into thinking it wasn’t because surely it didn’t seem real…” you looked away rubbing your hands across your lap to clean off the sweat your palms began to build.

“you didn’t mean anything to me… i lied,” you said quickly wanting to forget about him and to push him away. you couldn’t mess up this job opportunity. not wanting to risk what your colleagues, what the press would say. not wanting to risk the possibility of a lifetime just because of a week you spent together. you didn’t do all this work just to get nothing and over a man who just feel rage because of your fault.

“you see, to me exclusivity means nothing to me. not when i know i have the voice to control and decide my life… to chose who i want to spend the rest of my life with,” his voice sounded deep, he looked so hot with his suit on. just exactly how you remembered if not even more handsome. “then do it with someone else, you aren't enough, never will be,” you appointed quickly, standing up and paced around.

jude scoffed a laugh, not feeling an ounce of hurt, rather the exciting feeling in his veins, he sat still in the corner of his desk as he watched you frantically. “baby i’ll always be more than enough, my name is jude bellingham,” he turned you down wanting to laugh at the glare you gave him. “There’s more to us than the almafi coast, don’t you forget it,” he stood on his point, knowing there was no way out for you.

he walked to you, hands in his pocket, “i just needed a warm bed to sleep with at night,” you said trying to hurt him and make him believe you were terrible, but he could see the lies behind your eyes… “the lies y/n… when will it stop and just admit you know you can't deceive me…” his chest brushed against your back, feeling his nose trace your ear down to the corner of your jaw.

“you don’t want to tell me its fate?” he felt you crumble, how you allowed him to hold and let him continue. “you don’t mean to tell me you aren't here because the universe put us in this exact moment?” he defied, referring to a small astrology talk you had when walking on the beach late at night.

“you’re just bluffing.”

“no you’re wrong…” he shook his head, turning you swiftly where he lifted your chin gently to face him. “you can try to forget and ignore me at all costs, just know i’m the only one here who know you. not just professionally but personally as well,” jude intimidated. yet you didn’t feel scared or frightened. you felt drawn to be closer and closer, because its the aura and affect he carried.

“this is wrong jude, what will they say! you're my boss… everyone is afraid of you…” you said softly, breathing deeply as your forehead itched closer. “they should be afraid of me especially if they have the nerve to speak about you,” he lifted your face once again, wrapping an arm firmly around your waist. “but when i'm with you… i’m the man who i was back in the almafi coast. i don’t have to be forced to be someone i’m not, i can be jude… the jude five year old me would be proud of…” jude continued, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“jude…” you whimpered, hands gliding across his chest where you slowly drew up to his neck.

“i’m angry with you so angry… for leaving me… for hurting me… for allowing me to get to this point…” jude spoke, his brows drawn in angrily yet holding you so gently, shaking his head at every sentence. “i’m sorry…” you attempted but instead were silenced by a small ‘shh’ jude hummed.

“it can be scary i know it can, but we could have saved us from all this if we simply tried y/n… all i wanted was for us to try. you left me confused, used! you let me believe i was used by you because you left in the end. i was scared i had pushed you away,” jude spoke softly yet with a tone filled with remorse.

“i pushed myself away… my thoughts were consumed by past actions and beliefs jude! i did it with the intention to protect us from this! from the hurting you feel, felt! i can’t allow myself to get so attached to a person knowing the outcome it can have. we both don’t deserve that,” you humbled.

“we don’t darling, we don’t… but you're here with me… in my arms, what does that say?” you shrugged at him, feeling to pull away but the feeling of home in his arms was to much to overcome.

“it means that were known strangers, and it won't be easy to just work under the same building knowing what we did, what we felt. and i’ll do anything to prove to you that exclusivity and status have nothing to do with the future i picture you and me with. there is a happy ever after for us, can’t you feel it?” he placed your small hand against his fast-beating heart.

“yes,” you threw yourself at him, jude groaning as he devoured you as a whole. your kiss messy, not an ounce of sweetness, making up for the long european summer that held the distance you parted with. tasting you like it was his last meal, engraving your closed his in his mind knowing that no matter what, you were his.

“mr. bellingham? the orders from germany have just arrived, and we had the underground staff separate them-” a man's voice spoke as they barged in seeing the whole scene uncut, wide eyes and lips as he stuttered out a response. knowing he walked into a lion's den, and it would be hell to get back out. you pushed away from jude, who held a confused stare, to then glaring at his assistant.

“oh no…” you whimpered scaredily.

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cailinsblog · 2 months ago

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boy dad quinn please gorgeous

Omg yess thank you for the request love getting them💕 hope you like it

A Little Fan’s First Game | Quinn hughes

Quinn hughes x reader

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The hum of excitement filled Rogers Arena as fans streamed in, donning their blue and green Canucks jerseys. Among the sea of supporters, Y/N stood out, balancing a squirming little boy on her hip. Nate, their two-year-old son, was dressed in a miniature Quinn Hughes jersey, complete with the number 43 on the back. His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he took in the bustling arena around him.

“This place is huge, huh, buddy?” Y/N murmured, kissing the top of his head.

Nate responded with a series of excited babbles, pointing at the ice. “Daddy! Daddy!”

Y/N laughed. “We’ll see Daddy soon, Nate. Let’s get to our seats first.”

They made their way down to a prime spot near the glass, a perfect view for Nate’s first hockey game. Y/N settled into her seat, setting Nate on her lap. The little boy immediately leaned forward, pressing his tiny hands against the cool glass.

The Canucks were warming up on the ice, and Y/N spotted Quinn almost instantly. His smooth skating and effortless puck handling made him stand out. He glanced toward the stands, searching, and when his eyes landed on Y/N and Nate, his face lit up with a smile.

“Daddy!” Nate squealed, banging his hands on the glass with enthusiasm.

Quinn skated over, tapping his stick lightly against the glass in front of Nate. The toddler’s laughter was infectious, drawing smiles from fans seated nearby.

Y/N waved, holding up Nate’s hand to wave too. “Say hi to Daddy!”

“Hi, Daddy!” Nate shouted, his little voice muffled by the glass.

Quinn chuckled, then skated to the bench, where he grabbed a puck. Skating back, he tossed it gently over the glass, aiming it perfectly into Y/N’s hands.

“For Nate,” he mouthed, giving them a wink.

Y/N showed the puck to Nate, who clutched it tightly in his tiny hands. “Look, Nate! Daddy gave you a puck!”

The little boy held it up proudly, his eyes wide. “Daddy’s puck!”

The warmups continued, but Nate’s attention stayed fixed on Quinn. He clapped his hands every time his dad skated by, cheering loudly with an energy that belied his small size.

“Can’t wait to tell Daddy how good he’s doing, huh?” Y/N whispered in Nate’s ear, earning a giggle from the boy.

When the game began, the excitement only grew. Nate bounced on Y/N’s lap, clapping his hands along with the crowd. Every time the Canucks scored, he’d throw his arms up in the air, mimicking the celebration he saw on the ice.

By the second intermission, Y/N could tell Nate was getting a bit tired. His eyelids drooped, and his head rested against her shoulder, but his little hands still clung to the puck as if it were his most prized possession.

During the third period, with the Canucks holding a narrow lead, Quinn made a great defensive play, stealing the puck and sending it down the ice. The crowd roared, and even Nate, despite his fatigue, perked up, clapping his hands slowly.

When the final horn sounded, signaling a Canucks win, Y/N stood, holding Nate up so he could see the ice better. Quinn and his teammates skated around, waving to the crowd. He stopped near their section again, tapping his stick on the ice and pointing up at Nate.

“Wave to Daddy one more time,” Y/N encouraged, helping Nate lift his hand.

“Bye-bye, Daddy!” Nate called out, his voice sleepy but full of love.

Quinn grinned, giving them a final wave before disappearing down the tunnel.

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Later that evening, back at home, Quinn sat on the couch with Nate nestled against him. The little boy was clutching his puck tightly, his eyes half-closed as he fought off sleep.

“You were my good luck charm tonight, buddy,” Quinn said softly, running a hand through Nate’s dark hair.

Y/N sat beside them, her head resting on Quinn’s shoulder. “He was so excited the whole time. You should’ve seen how he was cheering for you.”

Quinn smiled, leaning over to kiss Y/N’s temple. “I saw. Thanks for bringing him tonight. It meant a lot.”

Y/N smiled back. “It was perfect. He’s going to be your biggest fan, you know.”

Quinn looked down at his son, who was now fast asleep, the puck still clutched tightly in his little hands. “He already is,” he whispered, his heart full.

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g0dlyunsub · 8 months ago

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can u do Spencer x fem reader where he's away on a case and she is super sick but doesn't tell him bc she doesn't want him to worry and he ends up coming home early and surprises her but she is still soo sick and he feels so bad that she felt like she couldn't tell him and takes care of her and is just so sweet with her!

yess! i loved writing this one so much 😳

doctor's orders.

you fall sick and decide not to disturb spencer during his working hours. when he returns home, he demands that he takes care of you, and you realize how adept he is at fondling the soreness out of you.

pairing :: spencer x fem!reader

contents :: slightly suggestive :3 lots of fluff, spencer calls reader a good girl once

word count :: 2.5k

author’s note :: spencer would literally be so gentle when taking care of you, it actually makes me sick to the core just thinking about how his nimble fingers would brush back your hair when it sticks to your sweaty forehead arghhh

accompanying song :: sugar by unusual demont

you struggle to keep your balance as you attempt to walk from the couch to the fridge. everything’s a warped blur, and you flail your arms helplessly to catch yourself from leaning too far to one side. but your head’s pounding relentlessly while a faint high-pitched ringing echoes through your ears; a burning sensation’s spreading through your back like a wildfire and your throat’s clenching with a throbbing pain every time you swallow. soon you’re on the ground, your hands fully taking in the coldness of the bare floor. you take labored breaths as you try to compose yourself, mentally counting backwards from ten as you try to lift yourself up but to no avail.

you haven’t felt this sick in a while, and you curse your own body for the painful reminder. you wince as you rest your head on your arm briefly, finally gathering some strength to push yourself off the floor. a bead of sweat trickles down your forehead, and you sigh weakly as you try to stabilize yourself.

the muscle pain, fatigue, congestion, sore throat, and fever – they’re a handful, and you know the symptoms would eventually subside with some home remedies and time, but it barely helps when you can only move by half-crawling and resting your hand on the wall every other step.

and you don’t want to bother spencer about it. he left you early in the morning, but not without fixing you a cup of tea and some scrambled eggs. you were still in bed, blissfully unaware of the symptoms marinating as you slept. and while he’s always told you to text or call him even if it was for a minor inconvenience, you feel bad for taking his time away from something that would easily overtake priority on anyone else’s list – murders, kidnappings, and hostage situations, just to name a few. yet you feel like you’re really testing the waters this time, clearly overestimating your ability to deal with your troubles when you’re clearing the contents of your stomach in the bathroom.

you drag yourself to the kitchen to pour a glass of cold water and gulp it down with tylenol from spencer’s medicine cabinet. it quickly quenches your thirst, and you carelessly drop the glass on the table with a loud thud. you groan as you place a hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. it’s scorching hot, and combined with the sweat, you feel as if your body will give out any moment.

you wipe your hands on your sides and whisper a soft oh. right. you had attempted to surprise your boyfriend with a pretty outfit, wearing a dress with thick lines of lace and mesh sleeves. but the silky layers were insulating all the heat in you, stinging your delicate skin and suffocating you slowly. you can barely lift your arms to take it off, so you give up and lie on the couch. bringing your knees to your chest, you curl up and try to think of anything but your pain.

spencer opens the door with a large grin plastered on his face, eager to greet you back with a tight embrace. he’s carrying a small basket with cookies and heart-shaped packing peanuts scattered all around them, a purchase he scoured for hours at the local plaza after asking garcia what she thinks you would enjoy.

“y/n? guess what!” he walks into the living room with an energetic step, only to stop when he spots you groggily waking up on the couch, your face deeply red and hot puffs of air leaving your mouth in the form of short pants.

spencer drops everything to the ground and runs over to you, the heart-shaped foams rolling everywhere on the ground and ricocheting off the front skirt of the furniture.

“y/n – what happened?” your boyfriend squeezes his arms into the thin space underneath your body, repositioning you so your neck can lie on the padded cushions of the armrest. you whine in pain as you turn to face him, your half-closed eyelids twitching as you try to keep them open.

“hurts,” you wince, and your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. you’re miserable that this is the state that you’re in, pain jolting through every inch of your body, leaving you a writhing mess in your man’s unwavering hands.

“shh, let me take care of you,” spencer murmurs with a gentle tone, one that’s higher-pitched and soothes you instantly like a massage. he stuffs a cushion under the nape of your neck and props each of your legs up on the other sidearm before wiping your forehead sweat with the back of his hand. his slightly musky and sudsy smell makes you lean into his touch, an intoxicating distraction from the torment of your numbing pain.

“did you dress up like this all for me?” he asks you, his fingers softly brushing back your hair as he examines your outfit. you let out an indecipherable string of words, discomfort flooding into the back of your throat as you attempt to speak.

spencer stands and heads to the medicine cabinet, where he pulls out a thermometer and makes quick strides back to the couch.

“open,” he demands lightly, and you slightly part your lips as he brings the thermometer to your tongue. you slowly close your mouth, feeling the cool tip turn warm under your muscle as you wait for the beep to ring.

when it does, spencer checks your temperature with a concentrated expression, which soon morphs into marked concern. you blink at him slowly, all the while his hands rake through your hair in a rhythmic motion.

he stands once again, disappearing into his room before coming back shortly with one of his t-shirts and a pair of your shorts hanging loosely from his arm.

“you need to change, y/n. as beautiful as you look with this dress, it’s interfering with your body’s ability to thermoregulate.”

you weakly sigh in response, slowly reaching for his shirt as you inhale his familiar scent. you hug his shirt for a little while longer, and spencer has to remind you to change with a soft tap of your hand.

with the help of your boyfriend’s arms, you sit up slowly and start to shrug the sleeves off of your shoulders, to which spencer instantly looks away. he clears his throat as you slip out of your dress and pull up your navy shorts, and he diverts his attention by deciding to pick up the fallen foams instead. after you hastily throw the shirt over your head, you sink back onto the couch and feel an instant sensation of relief as the heat radiating from your body meets the cool air.

spencer’s face is a deep red this time when he looks back to see that the edge of his shirt’s folded in on itself, thereby exposing your stomach in plain view. he hesitantly reaches for the hem and drags it down to cover you, and his hand hovers over your waist for a brief second.

“i’ll be back,” he briefly states before moving back into the kitchen, where he pours a cold glass of water for himself. he takes off his cardigan and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, before reaching his hands into the sink and splashing his face with water. he has no idea how you manage to capture his attention so effortlessly, leave him desperate for air as if he’s the one that’s sick. he bites the inside of his cheek as the image of your flushed face and exposed torso gnaws at his thoughts.

the things you do to him.

he returns to you with an electrolyte drink in his hand, which he uncaps and brings to the bottom of your lips. you take slow gulps as he lays his hand at the base of your neck and helps you to lean back for easier access. once you’re done, he wipes the wet corner of your lips before screwing the cap back on again.

“you didn’t take your acetaminophen, um, tylenol, with dayquil did you?” he asks as he sets the drink on an adjacent table and turns back to face you. you shake your head no and his shoulders relax as he comes down on his knees next to you.

“good girl,” he hums, and you worry your face is even redder than before -- if that’s even possible. your heart races when he utters those words, and you shift your gaze to the ceiling in unanticipated nervousness. you thank yourself for falling sick when you feel your cheeks turn a shade of pomegranate red, and it feels like your skin is singed from your own emotional response.

“are you hurting anywhere else?” he asks you, and you briefly close your eyes as you try to register a way to explain your pain to him. when your eyelids open, spencer’s tender gaze meets your tear-soaked orbs.

“everywhere,” you gasp. as soon as you speak, you feel an acidic taste bubble up your esophagus, causing you to gag.

“spence, i- i’m gonna vomit-” you barely manage to let out as you rush to the bathroom, bending over to throw up.

spencer’s right hand gathers your hair and lightly bundles them up in a makeshift ponytail, while his left picks up the stray strands of hair that manage to escape his large grip. you stretch your arm so your sweaty palm presses against the wall, and you grip tightly when illusory stars dizzy your vision.

when you finish, he helps you to slowly get up, one hand on your waist and the other holding your arm as he guides you back to the couch.

you soon feel the tears start to fall, leaving wet speckles on your boyfriend’s arm. he brushes them away as he cups your face, reassuring you with words of comfort.

“it’s okay, you can take all the time you need,” he whispers, worriedly pursing his lips as he surveys your rosy cheeks, tear-stained eyes, and irritated nose.

when you lay back, a layer of sweat presses against your back and his gauzy shirt sticks to your skin like hot glue. spencer's gentle hand rubs up and down your shoulder, before it drags halfway down the trail of your arm.

even more softly, your boyfriend suggests, “do you want to try some acupuncture? while we wait for your body to clear the infection, we can try to reduce your symptoms through natural techniques. there are various acupoints for exogenous fever, and it might help to apply some pressure there.”

you nod slowly. at this point, you’re willing to try anything to relieve even the smallest ounce of pain. spencer takes the opportunity to lift you in a sitting position once again, turning you to sit facing away from him.

he then lifts a thumb and approaches your back, finding the indentation just below the bump of the middle of your spine. when he lightly applies pressure, a whimper leaves your lips and you lightly grip the sides of the couch. he wordlessly repeats this three more times before moving up to the nape of your neck, where he applies pressure in a circular motion. a defeated groan escapes your throat as you’re weighed down with his intolerable tenderness. you try to withhold yourself, to lump your sounds in your lungs like they’re a clot, but it’s a feeble attempt, one that encourages spencer to keep going. but he knows. despite how unfiltered and raw your cries are, they are not desire, not in that sense.

“acupuncture… it’s an excellent way to promote blood circulation as it stimulates flow through the body. targeting certain acupoints could help to reduce congestion, as well as relieve headaches and neck pains that are often associated with fever," he muses as he moves further down your spine again, lightly applying force in areas that soon subside from burning pain into relief.

spencer feels that there's a sense of logic to the way you move underneath his touch; the way your chest heaves euphorically in and out, the way you gulp for air between the rubs, and the way you shudder quietly. all of it fascinates him.

“but,” your boyfriend breaks his short-lived silence, “that’s not what i want to talk about right now." spencer lightly grunts as he shifts his weight by kneeling on one knee, placing his hand on your forehead to check your temperature again.

“i want you to explain why you didn’t text or call me.” his tone is a cautionary one, and it makes you slightly nervous.

“I didn’t want to disturb you. and… i wanted to surprise you,” you truthfully reply, avoiding his gaze.

he lightly chuckles before playfully poking your cheek.

“forget about the surprise. any time you’re sick like this, i need you to tell me. okay?” he taps each of his fingers across your arm and your hand lightly twitches with the gentle contact.

when you don’t respond, he raises a brow at you.

“that’s an order, y/n.”

you dispiritedly return a yes before he nods in approval.

“you look beautiful regardless of what you wear, y/n.” he makes sure not to come too close to you when he speaks, aware his warm breath could make it uncomfortable for you.

“you don’t have to lie, i look terrible right now.” you try to look away, but his gaze follows you as you move.

“what are you saying?" he frowns. "you’re so strikingly beautiful, it hurts when i have to see you in pain. i hate seeing you sick like this because you smile less. and i love seeing you smile,” he speaks dreamily, his lovestruck eyes glazing over yours like the two of you are interchanging blessings.

“okay, doctor reid,” you say half-sarcastically, but you smile when his thumb grazes your cheek. spencer grins in response and buries his face into your neck, his soft hair tickling against your cheek. you burst out laughing, but your sudden movements cause your face to contort into pain as you cough.

spencer pulls back almost instantly, laying a hand on your shoulder and telling you to breathe. when you both recollect your breaths, he gets up and stretches his arms.

“tell me when you’re feeling ready for a bath, i’ll set it up for you.”

he stands beside you, watching as your chest rises up and down with your timed breaths. you smile contently before lightly pinching the side of his trousers.

“but i want to keep this shirt,” you say coyly, admiring the softness of the fabric as you trace the edges of the embroidered fbi logo.

you look up to see spencer blush as he scratches the back of his neck.

“i’ll have a new change of my clothes for you.”

he then stoops to take away your now lukewarm cup of water before disappearing into the kitchen.

the things you do to him.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #mgg #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #matthew gray gubler

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aezuria · 9 months ago

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*ੈ✎ you know i'm such a fool, for you

—linger; the cranberries

content: leo valdez x daughter of aphrodite! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: part I | part II | part III

╰┈▸ warnings: cursing.. are we surprised tho, also drew is not a stuck up bitch because rick totally mischaracterized her IDC IF HES THE AUTHOR she just gives mean older sister who secretly thinks ur alright okay???

librarian's annotations: long awaited part 3 guys + tagging the moots that i think were waiting ! @hopelesslyromanticshark @s1utlvr @crownofgildedlilies @pinkdiorluvr

"so... how are we gonna break it to him?"

jason looked up from his book, his glasses sliding back up his nose. "break what to who?"

"you know.. break it to leo that y/n might not like him?" percy gestured, before throwing his turtle plushie up like a ball.

frank blinked owlishly at him. "what gave you that idea?"

the other boy caught the plushie and paused. "what do you mean?"

"isn't it super obvious that they both like each other and are mutually pining over each other?" jason closed his book. "like, i didn't see it at first, but it was so obvious after leo finally followed her."

"she does? wait, so i wasn't actually lying to leo when i was hyping him up?" percy sat up, his face brightened at knowing that he was guilt-free.

"well, i wouldn't say you weren't lying-" frank started before the door slammed open.

"are you guys having a gossip session? without me?" leo appeared in the doorway of poseidon's cabin, an utterly aghast expression on his face. "um, what the actual flip?"

"there is no way you just said that."

"i was using it ironically!"

alldaladiesluvleo shared a note "having a gossip session without me is a new low i hate ALL OF YOU FOR REALS THIS TIME" ╰┈▸ loveloveyn replied to your note "STOP WHY DID MY FRIENDS LITERALLY DO THE SAME THING"

leo went back to his bunker after frank had shoved him back out the door. he was taking a much needed phone break after working on another contraption he had yet to finish. "holy shit!" leo almost dropped the phone on his face after getting the notification. oh my gods, she just texted me! play it cool! but playing it cool was not wired into his brain.

‎‏alldaladiesluvleo ‏‏does that mean were matching rn ‎‏‏��‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎loveloveyn‏‎ omg i think so

you sent the message before you could think about it. wait, wait wait. does that count as flirting? that's gotta count as flirting, right? a giddy smile spread across your face as you rolled over in bed. the "group meeting" annabeth had shooed you away from was quickly forgotten, replaced by your current conversation with leo.

loveloveyn ‏‏so like if ur friends left u and MY friends left me.. alldaladiesluvleo ..we should totally ditch them and hang out tgt‎‏‏‎?? loveloveyn ‏‏YESS

we're actually gonna hang out! leo sat up in shock. was it that easy!? he started to regret the months of longing glances and waiting around for nothing. was i was too forward? i wasn't, right? she used all caps and an extra letter at the end so that must mean she wants to hang out too, right? yeah! without his designated hypeman, he had to go and hype himself up.

alldaldiesluvleo going to ur cabin rn

"what the fuck!?" you rolled out of bed in a panic and tripped on the mess of clothes you had yet to put into your wardrobe. you muttered another curse and hauled yourself up to look in the mirror. the sight before you was not one to behold; your bedhead was crazy, your camp half-blood shirt was wrinkled, and your makeup was smudged from your unplanned nap.

you took a brush and combed it through your hair, trying to get the knots out as quick as humanely possible. drew watched your fix-up frenzy from her perch, legs swinging over her bunk. "someone's got a date!" she smirked. "you look disgusting. need some help?"

"don't think there's any time," you grumbled, trying clean up your smudged mascara and smooth out your shirt. "now do i look like i didn't just get out of bed?" you spun around in a slow circle under her watchful eye.

she shrugged at your stunning presentation. "you look as good as you can get? now go and have fun with your ugly boyfriend." drew hopped off her bunk and pushed you to the door.

"he's not ugly! and he's not my boyfriend!"

"yet!"

drewtanakax shared a note "hate couples praying on their downfall rn (JUST DATE ALREADY)"

"hey," leo waved as he reached the cabin. you were just about to flip drew off when you caught sight of him.

"hey!" you waved back, already feeling the nervousness creep up on you. shit, i didn't think this through! what if he thinks i'm weird for acting like we were already friends?

"so." leo's voice broke you out of your thoughts. "shitty friends we have, huh?"

"totally," you nodded. "like, that was just so unbelievably rude. after all we've done, too." you put a hand over your heart dramatically.

"exactly! i thought they were like, my best friends. where am i ever gonna find a replacement?" he gave you a pointed look, his eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for you to say something.

you took the hint and grinned. "hey! i could be your new bestie!"

"really!? you're a lifesaver!" in a spur of the moment, leo took your hands in his and jumped up and down.

you laughed and jumped along with him, caught up in his enthusiasm.

"that means.." leo stopped bouncing, a mock serious expression on his face. "we have to show them what they're missing by having the most fun day ever!"

"yeah!"

drewtanakax shared a story caught these bitches frolicking in the fields can they go die

you replied to their story stop being such a hater this is why u dont have a gf

alldaladiesluvleo tagged you in a post hanging out w my newer, cooler, AWESOMER bestie WITHOUT U GUYS

herseaweedbrain WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LEO jasongrace is this what a hard launch is? frankzhangnotocean does this mean ur gonna shut up now

loveloveyn tagged you in a post notice the good time im having with my super cool and better bestie INSTEAD OF YOU FAKES

thepiedpiper WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM hiswisegirl is this where youve been all day?? ditching us for a MAN tell me everything rn hazyhazel omg! are you guys dating now?

librarian's annotations: sooo i wanted to make this the last one but i feel like it would be moving too fast if i made them FR get tgt in this one so (next one will probably be short cause im running out of ideas HELP ME)

#*ੈ✎ stories #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo #pjo hoo toa #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson and the olympians

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gabessquishytum · 10 months ago

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Hob offering to brush out Dream of the Endless, aka king of bedhead's hair. Dream initially protests saying that Hob doesn't have to do that, but Hob insists, and Dream really can't bring himself to put up a fight. So Hob washes Dream's hair (only to make it easier to brush out oc, definitely not cause Hob just wanted an excuse to play with his hair for longer), and Dream rediscovers how much he likes his hair being played with. He nearly cries when Hob is washing his hair, gently massaging his scalp, because he's so touch starved.

After that, Dream does everything he can to get Hob to play with his hair again without having to just ask him to. He gets caught in the rain and inexplicably hasn't dried himself off, so obviously this means Hob needs to wash his hair again (Hob was initially baffled by this jump in logic, but he was definitely not going to complain). Dream does this several times before Hob is like, "you know, if you want me to play with your hair, you can just ask me to" and eventually manages to get Dream to admit that he really likes having his hair played with and that he's really touchstarved. Hob of course decides that he needs to fix this and tells Dream that much. Dream grudgingly admits that he's not opposed to that

Eventually it becomes a regular thing that Dream will show up at Hob's flat demanding cuddles or that Hob play with his hair, and Hob could not be happier about it, neither could Dream. So when Dream's function gets stressful, he goes to Hob where he can lay his head in his lap while Hob is watching tv on the couch or something and have his hair played with, there isn't much that calms Dream down quicker than that when he's stressed.

(definitely not inspired by me getting a haircut and having my hair washed and trying not to cry because of how touchstarved I am, totally not inspired by that)

🪐

Yes YESS. Give that anthropomorphic personification a bloody good head massage. I think it could fix him.

I ADORE the idea of Dream very grumpily face-planting in Hob’s lap because he doesn't want to admit that he wants to be stroked and scritched and petted, but he wants it sooooo much... he's literally smothering himself in Hob’s lap, refusing to lift his head until the requisite amount of hair playing and scalp massaging has been fulfilled. This is somewhat inconvenient for Hob because Dream weighs about 300lbs when he wants to and cannot be moved, and also because if Hob has even one remotely horny thought, Dream will most definitely feel it.

Nevertheless Hob loves playing with Dream’s hair. He has a special comb and brush set commissioned by an artist specifically for Dream. He buys hair products for Dream to try (he likes the mild, lavender scented hair mask that Hob gently applies for him and then washes off). After a long day, it's just as soothing for Hob to play with Dream’s hair, as it is for Dream to have his hair played with.

(They're very much in love with each other, they just haven't noticed yet.)

Sometimes Dream turns up with his full 1689 interview with a vampire style hair, and Hob gives him the prettiest braids and updos you can imagine (Hob was, of course, a hairstylist at some point). But mostly Dream comes with the feathery bedhead, which is really surprisingly thick, and lets Hob patiently work out the knots. Sometimes Dream makes more knots so Hob has to take care of him for long. But Hob never really minds.

(Because, of course, they're in love.)

#🪐 anon #the sandman #dreamling

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xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx · 5 months ago

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Aight Imma make one of those notes posts

5 notes and I'll post a doodle I made a bit ago posted!

10 notes and I'll take 2 doodle requests for any fandom I'm in requests open! free drawings btw :))

15 notes and I'll ask to get alcohol markers ordering them soon!!

20 notes and I'll write a paragraph for one of my WIPs yepp

25 notes and I'll clean my room a bit yess

30 notes and I'll write another paragraph yup

40 notes I'll make a part 2 for my mini comic A Walk From School working on it

50 notes I'll try to fix my sleep schedule yippee

60 notes I'll ask to get my hair trimmed yas

75 notes another paragraph

100 notes I'll post another drawing

125 notes I'll take 2 more doodle requests, any fandom I'm in

150 notes I'll try to build up running stamina when I go to the gym

175 notes if I didn't get the markers, I'll buy some myself or ask again

200 notes I'll make another mini comic

250 notes another paragraph

300 notes I'll learn a song on the piano, the person who gets it to 300 chooses which song (not Rush E tho I ain't doing allat)

350 notes and I'll ask for the Book of Bill

400 notes and I'll ask for Wings of Fire graphic novels 7 and 8 (I have the others)

If we make it to 400 I might add more

No limits to reblogs or comments :]

#note post #doodle request #writing #WIP #self care #mini comic #piano #idk what I'm doing :))

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Hopelessly

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

Requested :

Yess ty fiction which, I also have an idea so idk if u watched the show yet (u probably did) but the main girl lady belle, can u make it were y/n likes Jack and he likes us but y/n gets jealous and upset bc she thinks Jack likes lady belle and not us. It’s just a thought

I scampered my feet up the stairs of the hospital, My feet ached, my legs sore, and my lungs short of breath from the fact since first light I hadn't so much as sat down for more than a few seconds. But I was fueled by the power to lift four carriages and run from Port Victoria to Brisbane. I opened the door to the surgery theatre prep room where the tools, ties and other such items were laid out for the various surgeries.

And there He stood.

Fixing up his sleeves as he was selecting between what blades he was to use today for the amputation. His dark brown shoes were caked with dusty dry dush dirt, and his brown trousers were patterned with a slightly darker brown plaid almost unnoticeable, his shirt typically white but dark around the sleeves from the constant blood it soaked in, his dark blue waistcoat done up tightly and the green tie around his neck in a double knot, His hair freshly fluffy in its usual style leaving me to assume he likely had a bath today, or yesterday night soon enough for his hair to still be that fluffiness.

"The Medicine Doctor Dawkins," I smiled doing my best not to turn the colour of a bright poppy flower, my heart skipped a beat seeing him, my breath hitching, every ache or concern from the day work melted into the least of my concerns each one of them worth it for the mere sight of him.

I had worked at the hospital as long as I could remember having taken over the role from my mother, I was technically a laundry and kitchen girl by definition but my role had changed since Doctor Dawkins arrived, we found quickly we had a mindset that worked similarly so often if he needed anything I'd be the one he would summon about it, and at this point I had all but become his scullery girl as well as all my other jobs around the hospital, but I didn't mind at all. Every moment with him was worth ten times the work I put in.

I was utterly, unequivocally, Hopelessly devoted to him.

"Ahh." He perked up looking over to me a smile growing across his lips "There you are. I was wondering where my little nursey got herself off to." He chuckled cleaning his hands off, I blushed at his use of that name, his 'little nursey'. I wasn't a nurse of course but he had called me that as long as I remember but I didn't mind, I couldn't bear to stop him as my heart would flutter whenever I heard it.

"Fetching the medicine, as you requested" I smiled taking it over to him

"Thank you very much." He said taking the glass bottle from my hand his fingertips gracing my own as he did, taking the bottle and staring at diluting a dose for the patient, I merely stood beside him taking in the curves and valleys of his face, noticing my theory correct he must have had a bath this morning as I could smell his usually pine and eucalyptus soap as well as his familiar aftershave that I could only describe as addicting and heavenly. He glanced at me from his work his eyes flicking to me a moment "You have somewhere to be?"

"Ohh no, not really." I lied, I had a million jobs I could be rushing off to get on with but I wanted every single second I could get in this room alone with him,

"Good. You can keep me company then." he smiled

"You don't mind? I'll go if I'm any trouble."

"No, you're no trouble nursey" He smiled "Could you fetch my apron for me?"

"Of course" I nodded rushing across the prep room to fetch it for him returning within a few small seconds

"It's not a race you know. Take your time slow down" He chuckled slipping it on and quickly tieing it the way he liked it

"I just don't want to keep you waiting," I blushed

"You are such a sweet little thing. Why can't all the nurses be like you." He said as his patient was brought into the theatre the crowd let into the stands to watch too "I'll see you later Nursey," he smiled taking my hand in his and giving my knuckles a sweet polite kiss before he headed out to the applause of the crowd. My body was utterly frozen as he had left me my heart beating out of my chest. My god I am a sinful girl. Unable to prevent my eyes from lingering.

I stood in the prep room almost unable to move watching through the window as he worked, he moved almost in slow motion to me his every move being carefully chiselled on my mind, the sweetest sound playing in my mind drowning out the sound of the bloodthirsty crowd. Unable to prevent my smiles and my blush, I'm sure if surgeons had fan clubs I'd be at the head of his, I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help my devotion to him, praying mightily that he would one day see my unquestionable devotion and admiration, take me in his arms and make me his bride. But so far that had only been a wish, a several-year-long wish. I knew I was down badly, but I couldn't draw myself away, so much so he could tie me to the operating table and remove my arm without any painkillers, using a rusty blade and I would still thank him immensely. he could drag me by my hair though the graveyard and still I would only give him smiles, he could take my innocence and slap me across the arse and still I would be at my knees for him. Not that he would, I hope.

"Y/n. Laundry." The head nurse Hetti snapped in my direction as she passed the door

"Yes, Miss." I nodded quickly scampering out and down to the laundry room stopping short as I closed the door finally being alone again holding my hand tightly and pressing a kiss to my knuckle just where he had kissed hoping perhaps to get a taste of his lips.

I finished for the day scrubbing at my body before slipping on my little nightie and climbing into my little bed, I took my book from the table and began to read the fantastical stories leaning my head against my pillow that sat vertically on my bed as if another body rested in it, so I rested my head there reading for a good hour or so before setting my book down and blowing out the candle, I turned over and wrapped my arms around the pillow resting my head as if I was hugging a body even wrapping my leg around it nuzzling my head into the soft cotton.

"Ummmm..." I hummed "Goodnight Jack," I whispered giving my pillow a little kiss, and I closed my eyes tight my mind dreaming of his sweet voice whispering to me 'Goodnight my little nursey' before I drifted into my dreams.

When the sun came I woke early far earlier than I needed to be, but that was fairly normal. I stirred and shuffled in my sheets feeling the tension that had built between my legs from my sweet dreams, I glanced over my shoulder to my table to see my little clock knowing I had enough time for what my body so obviously wanted, I blushed hard giving my pillow a little kiss "Good morning" I cooed in a whisper rubbing my nose against the cotton, I adjusted myself a little moving my hand down to my thigh, tugging up my cotton nightie and slipping my hand under it meeting the heat between my legs I did gently stroke my skin but I knew quickly that already wasn't necessary, my fingers finding my already aching clit and rubbing little circles "Uhhh" I gasped quietly

"Ummm good Morning my little nursey, aww whats this? you've been dreaming about me again?" he cooed between kisses down my neck "Well, I can hardly leave my little nursey like this can I?" his hands stroking over my body touching my most intimate places fondling my breasts, slapping my ass and replacing my hand with his own rough more callus fingers

I slipped my fingers inside me using my index and ring fingers as they were longer and thus It made it more believable in my mind that they were his, "Uhhh! Jack!" I gasped as hushed as I could in the quiet morning light

"Umm, what a good girl, say it again. tell them who you adore." He smirked mercilessly kissing me and touching me tugging on my nipple to harden it into his hand which he then plaid with

"Uhh! Jack! please-" I gasped my other hand clutching my breast to rub and twist my nipple to match my fantasy to my pleasurable reality

"You are so beautiful when you're like this for me. you're making me hard. My sweet little nursey going to take care of her doctor?" he encouraged "Come on, you know you want to?"

I blushed hard moving to sit up in bed and move my thighs to either side of the pillow, my hands still working hard

"Ohhh that's perfect, You look so beautiful on top of me y/n. go on. you know I can't resist you like this."

I moved my hand away and tightened my grip on the pillow with my thighs moving my hips back and forth grinding against my pillow riding it as if it really was him, the cotton and stuffing of the firm pillow rubbing against my clit each time I moved my hips "UUuuhh! Jack!" I gasped clamping a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet knowing... the real Jack slept just on the other side of the wall in his own room and bed.

"Ohh fuck- You are so beautiful. I wanna see you cum for me." He growled

"Uhh uhhh" I whined quietly hearing my bedsprings begin to squeak as I sped up

"Aww, what a good girl, My good little nursey. Come on let me see that body I love so much"

even if I was alone I tugged down my nightie to my waist exposing my bare breasts as I bounced and grinded "Uhh Please jack..." I whined feeling close, playing with my breasts and nipples to give myself more pleasure and my wave hit suddenly my legs clamping on the pillow squirt flooding down my legs and onto my sheets and nightie, the wave of pleasure flooded from my head to the tips of my fingers and toes like a wave on the beach, "Uuuughhhhh!" I moaned luckily I put my hand there quickly to keep me quiet and as I reached such a high I heard a firm double knock on my bedroom wall just inches from me and I knew why.

I blushed hard seeing the mess I had made and I fixed my nightie kissing my pillow before I climbed off, and made sure to tug my nightie down grabbing my cardigan and slipping it over my shoulders as I left my room going only a few inches down to the other door opening it without much of a concern finding myself inside his room. The room was littered with items his bed in the corner against the wall he shared with my own room, his servant man somewhere I didn't know, but Jack Laid in his bed still knotted with the sheets his head on the pillow clearly only a few moments into this world from his dreams, his hair a fluffy bedhead, his clothes littered the floor his bare skin exposed as the sheets only covered below his stomach. It was obvious he had woken up and knocked on the wall immediately as was typical most mornings.

I blushed doing my best not to look like I was looking but, I was. trying to burn the image of him lying in his bed into my mind, I nervously adjusted my nightie just to make sure it covered me.

"Good Morning Doctor Dawkins." I smiled as sweetly as I could

"Morning Nursey" He yawns stretching his arm above his head

"What can I do for you on this fine morning?"

"Can I trouble you for crumpet?" He asked

"Of course No problem" I smiled pulling my hair into a ponytail and heading over to the small part of his room for cooking, taking what I would need from the cupboard, and starting up the stove to prepare him his breakfast "Did you sleep alright?"

"Fine, same as usual" He answered "You sleep alright?"

"Perfectly Pleasantly" I smiled as I worked

"You alright y/n?" he asked I turned to see him and saw him giving me a strange look

"What?" I asked

"Nothing. Just heard your bedsprings a bit this morning."

Immediately I blushed hard but turned to focus on cooking to hide my blush "Ohh, Yes I uhh I spilt my water in my bed this morning it was a bit of a panic cleaning it up"

"Fair enough" He nods "That's what's on your nightie then?" He asked and just the moment he said that I felt the wet patch on my nightie from... what I had done

"Yes!" I blushed quickly turning so he couldn't see it

"Alright. You want a hand drying your bed then?"

"No! thank you. It's alright Dr Dawkins." I blushed as I finished with his breakfast so I turned everything off and took the plate with his crumpet over to his bed he happily took it from the plate having a small bite

"Umm perfect." He smiled before tapping on his bed so I blushed and sat down beside his knee as he ate

"Your bed's far softer than mine" I smiled

"I best be careful then, I might come back one night and see you've swapped out beds over" he joked "And I don't want your bed little nursey, those springs are so bad I hear every time you turn over"

"I shall try not to then."

"You don't have to do that" He chuckled as he finished his crumpet

"If It would be better-" I began

"You'll really do anything I ask won't you?" he laughs

"Of course" I blushed

He gave me a funny look for a moment "Let your hair down?"

I blushed hard enough to turn my face red but I did as he asked me to letting my hair from the ponytail

"Hold my hand?"

My heart was racing out of my chest that after all these years something! was to happen between us! and I happily took his hand in mine, he gave it a soft squeeze and brought it to his lips to give my hand a gentlemanly kiss before setting my hand on the bed I was almost fainting from even that tiny amount of attention "Take your dress off?"

"I- I uhhh" I stuttered but inside my mind 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES!' I was nervous but I didn't want to waste time moving my hands to the straps of my nightie and tugging them down, I pushed them down to my elbows about to expose my chest when he stopped me

"Whoa! I was kidding" He laughs sitting up to stop me

"Ohh" I gulped now utterly red with embarrassment at the fact I was literally two seconds from flashing him!

"You really will do anything I ask," he chuckled as he softly fixed the straps on my nightie back into place "You're such a sweet little thing" he cooed giving my cheek a kiss "Go on don't let me keep you"

"Alright if you're sure, I'll see you later."

"I'll see you later my little nursey" He smiled laying back in his bed, I smiled my mind screaming at me utterly desperate to kiss him but I forced it away getting up and going back to my own room blushing so hard I had to jump on my bed and squeal into my pillow.

I was puzzled, I had... finished my work for the day. Often I'd be working long into the night to get my work finished as I often would be rushing off on projects Dr Dawkins would send me off on but, I hadn't seen him all day, and that ached my heart badly. So I ran up to the main part of the hospital and immediately I saw him on his rounds in the ward.

"Ohh Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins," I smiled playing with my fingers

"Ahh Hello Nursey" he smiled as he did some bandage work "Everything alright?"

"I was, just curious. I haven't heard from you today. Didn't you have any jobs for me?"

"I know. Sorry been absolutely wall to wall today," he explained

"That's alright, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright."

"You're sweet." He smiled taking my hand and kissing my knuckles "Everything's fine. go on little Nursey"

"Yes doctor," I smiled squeezing his hand in the moment before it slipped from mine, I went to go trying badly to hide my blush when I perked up

"Doctor Dawkins!" A female voice spoke up, and I knew it wasn't Hetti or one of the other nurses I turned quickly and saw that girl. I had seen her a few times in the hospital but I didn't know much about her, but immediately I became like a territorial cat.

"Oh it's you." he said "To what honour do you bestow us with your visit today then?"

"The conditions are utterly deplorable! Every single thing in this hospital is disgusting I insist it be cleaned."

"You insist you do?"

"I do. You Laundry girl." She snapped at me "Have every last sheet scrubbed and washed properly immediately!" she demanded

I was a little shocked not used to having my orders barked at me much less by whomever she was.

"Give the sheets another wash before you head to bed y/n," He told me, and for a moment I was teary that he took her side so quickly

"Yes, doctor." I nodded heading back down to the laundry to start again.

I scampered through the hospital as usual now with even more work than this, woman. was insisting that she had been here every day so far and each day made my heart hurt a little more as she was now spending time alone with Dr Dawkins more than once I had gone into a room and found them alone talking together and it broke my heart each time I did. He had barely called for me at all spending all his time with Belle. I hadn't seen him anywhere around the hospital looking rather concerned as to where he had gone but I stopped short as I heard her voice coming from the morgue, I stopped and lingered at the top of the stairs listening I could hear her talking about... something not sure I couldn't make it out and my body froze as I could hear him. Two talking I tried desperately to listen but I couldn't make out their words I couldn't allow my mind to wander so I headed down the stairs and arrived at the morgue and instantly I felt like bursting into tears.

He and Belle stood over a body, the room empty other than the two and the body, a scalpel in her hand, his own on her wrist guiding her to make the incision in the skin. They saw me arrive but didn't put a space between them,

"Yes?" she glared

"Ohh I uhh I was just looking for you Dr Dawkins," I said sheepishly

"Oh, I don't have any jobs for you. You can go." He said

"I- I see. Well you know where I am if you need me" I did my best to force a smile

"I will do," he said before the two returned to their conversation "Ahh perfect just like that. Very good Milady."

Tears flooded my eyes to hear him call her that, and Immediately without a word, I knew I had been replaced. I wasn't his nursey anymore but she was his Lady, my heart utterly shattered so much my knees went weak and my breath staggered.

"You alright?" He asked noticing I was still here

"Yes. Sorry Doctor." I answered unable to hold back my tears as I quickly turned and ran up the stairs, I bolted through the hospital reaching the store room shutting the door leaning my back against it.

Tears flooded down my face, my breathing staggered and desperate between silent wails of pain, unable to control my emotions as my body sunk to the floor.

After a while I managed to stop crying I think I was so dehydrated I couldn't make any more tears, literally cried out. I left the hospital and went to the cat and bagpipes throwing away all of my money on enough drink to drown my sorrows but nothing seemed to work. So Once I was out of money I staggered back so drunk my inhibitions were utterly void, my shyness gone, and I was ripe for the wicked as anyone who wanted to, rob, murder, or take any advantage of me would find me utterly drunk off my ass unable to even walk straight. I found my way to the hospital eventually and went up to my door but I was unable to stop looking at the door next to my own tears flooding down my face In my drunken state I forced it open slamming it shut behind me to see Jack stood just getting undressed for bed his shirt in hand, his wardrobe open having stopped short given I just burst through his door.

"Uhh Hi y/n."

"You- You.... Imbolisle!" I slurred

"What have I done?" He asked very confused about what was happening

"You know what you did you absolute fudgewomble!"

"Fudge womble?" He laughed

"You! You... CUNT!"

"Are you drunk?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Y/n what on earth is the matter you've been strange all week," he said taking my hand and trying to bring me closer but I pulled my hand out of his

"No! I'm not falling for it! No! I'm not doing this anymore! You! You utter monster! you carved open my heart! and left me to bleed! You keep me hanging on your little hand kisses and tiny touches for years! and no matter what I do, how hard I try you give me just enough to keep me hanging, enough to keep me your hopelessly devoted little slave girl!! and then here comes little miss fancy skirt and I'm as worthless as the shit on your shoes!"

"WHoa- whoa- okay." He said trying to calm me down "What's this about?"

"You know what it's about you cruel man!" I cried

"Y/n Please I swear I don't know what you're talking about, please just sit down and calm down a little" He said gently guiding me to sit on his bed "Now just answer my questions okay, without insulting me if you can" He said holding my hands as he sat in the chair across from the bed "Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

"Why did you get drunk?"

"I thought it would make me stop crying," I said tears slipping down

"Why are you crying?" he asked caressing my cheek and wiping away my tear

"Because I'm upset!"

"Alright, your upset." He nods "Please, tell me, Hey my little nursey. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."

In my drunken state, I said everything I had ever wanted to say to him tears flooding down my cheeks "I loved you."

"You what?" He asked

"I loved you. Fully. I loved you from the moment I saw you jack, my every waking moment I think of you, you are the very last thought in my mind before I go to sleep and the first when I wake up in the morning, I have built my life around you, what time you wake up, how you like your breakfast, how fast you walk, I have spent my life pining after you, worshiping you, doing everything you have ever asked of me all in the hope that one day you may give me a glance, for even that is enough to spoil me beyond measure, I spend three hours every night catching up on work because I know I can't ever say no to you, my dreams are full of you, my pillow is named for you, and I have spent the last few years of my life with you, so utterly in love that I could never stop even if you asked it of me, I live for the moments we are alone, for the seconds of time that your hand is in mine, and my heart dwells on your kisses for hours, I even find myself kissing where you have just for a hope of a taste of you, your name is carved on my heart jack, I am and always have been hopelessly devoted to you in every possible way, and if you felt even half of what I do for you, you would not be so cruel as to hold her so close to you, to call her lovelingly when I am there. Please. I beg of you. Do not let me see it, for it rips my heart in two. and if you cared for me you would give me mercy and take me from this world rather than expect me to live in it without you." I explained through my tears "I will not stand in the way of your joy, but I cannot face seeing her where I have always desired to be"

My words had frozen him but I saw tears well up in his eyes, he held my face and gently kissed me.

I wanted to be happy but I knew this was only meery pity.

He pulled back his nose against my own "I have desired you to be in my arms since the first night I saw you, I have made myself utterly dependent on you, in every way, for in my heart I know I cannot fashion a life without you in it, you are everything to me, without you I am nothing but a shell of a man, you are the grace that keeps me grounded, the softness that reminds me of the sweetness of the world, you are the ray of sunshine first to peak though the storm of my life, without you, I am lost to the dark. you take care of me, you keep me right, and you make this life worth living, You are so needed that I can't go a single day without seeing you for if I do my heart feels weak and heavy. I adore you, I can't face this world without you by my side, you are... utterly incomparable to all else I have ever known."

"All but her."

"No. Please believe me." he begged "She could never fill the hole you would leave in my heart." he whispered, "I love you, hopelessly"

"Why have you never told me?"

"I couldn't believe that a sweet thing like you, could love a monster like me."

"you're not a monster Jack."

"I am. I have treated you awfully. I swear to you she means nothing to me, I have made you long for the next life. I have broken your heart. and like choosing to step on the first fresh flower of spring, it is unforgivable."

"But I saw you together."

"I was teaching her. I had to show her but even still I got too close. And for that I am sorry."

"I heard you call her Milady,"

"she's the goveners daughter I have to" He giggled "It was in jest. not in love."

"Well now I'm foolish for drinking away and coming here and-"

"I am so thankful you came here tonight." He whispered "Will you ever forgive me? for what I did."

"You're already forgiven" I smiled

"Stay with me tonight."

"I-I can't"

"Please. I can't bear for you to go."

"I will stay Jack." I nodded unable to control my smile "For how long?"

"For forever." He whispered against my lips

"for forever" I smiled kissing him with all the passion, all the love, all the utter hopeless devotion I had had for him since the first day I met him and he did the same not letting anything be held back the taste of salt in our kisses from our tears, "I love you jack, Hopelessly"

"I love you y/n hopelessly" He smiled "Come on we need to get some sleep, god knows the hangover you'll have tomorrow morning."

"Ohh noo" I whined

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you" He reassured kissing my head "I'll fetch your nightie" he smiled heading out and soon enough returning with my nightie from my bedroom, I smiled taking it and going to the corner to change but as I removed my dress I felt his arms around me and kisses on my shoulder

"You shouldn't look." I said

"I can't help it- you are even more beautiful than I had dreamed you were," he whispered

"You had dreamed of me? without my dress?"

"Many times." He smiled wickedly "Did you dream of me? without my clothes?"

"I had."

"Come on nursey. Bedtime." He cooed going to his bed

I finished getting changed and turned to see him in bed with a space for me I blushed but rushed over about to climb in but he stopped me

"Water. or you will have a bad hangover."

"You know from experience?"

"I do. go on." He said

I did as he asked drinking a nice glass of water and slowly I climbed in with him laying down with a giggle

"What?"

"I'm used to cuddling my pillow."

"Me too. funny to think we laid cuddling our pillows with just a wall between us" he chuckled wrapping his arms around me to pull me closer so our noses were an inch from each other I giggled a little and set my hands on his chest

"We were rather foolish, spending our nights dreaming of each other"

"We were. But I don't need to dream of you in my arms any longer"

"me either." I smiled giving him a soft kiss before we both drifted away, I didn't dream I didn't need to, just the feeling of being in his arms was more of a dream than anything I could have imagined.

But I woke up alone, which for a moment shattered me believing it all to be a dream, my head aching "Ughhhh ow ow ow" I whined as I turned over

"I know I'm coming-" His voice spoke up, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Jack standing cooking up some eggs and bacon half dressed no shirt but his pants with his suspenders left hanging

"Ohh... Morning-"

"Good morning." He smiled "You have a hangover?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"How bad?"

"Did you remove my brain last night?"

"No."

"Then I think it's bad."

"You were absolutely bloody plastered last night"

"I was sad."

"I know, Am I to expect that often then?"

"No."

"Good," he smiled "Here we are my little nursey, best thing for a hangover" he smiled sitting the plate on the table by the bed and kissing my temple

"I should get going..."

"Why?" he asks sitting on the bed with me

"I figured you'd want me gone" I said sitting up even if it made my head feel like it was bleeding

He smiled and gave my lips a sweet kiss "I thought you were staying here for forever?"

“I take it there are gaps in the memory of last night?”

“I'm not completely sure where reality ends and my dreams begin”

“I can't blame you, I was stone-cold sober and I'm having a hard time separating my dreams from reality last night.” he chucked where do you think the line is?”

“I think I came here and insulted you then I dreamt the rest?”

“No, we were awake a while more than that”

“Ohh. So I did actually tell you -”

“You did.”

“And you told me-”

“I did.”

“Oh my-”

“It's hard because it felt so much like a dream” he smiled he stroked my cheek before he moved into a kiss our kiss was passionate and rather excited and I teared up to know all of it was real and that he loved me as much as I do. Our kiss got even more excitable as he began to push forcing me down in the bed but that sudden movement was enough to affect my hangover

“Owwwwww” I whined lying on the pillow

“Oh, right. Sorry” he chuckled “you're not working today, keep yourself here with me and get some rest”

“What about you? You need to work?”

“Sneed can handle it for one day” he smiled “Just till you're feeling better. I can't leave my little nursey all alone”

“Thank you, Jack”

“You're welcome” he smiled “and… you're really cute when you're jealous”

“I am?”

“Utterly adorable” he cooed “Now eat. Drink. And rest,” he says

“I will I promise”

“Good girl” he smiled moving clean against the wall and having his legs over mine I smiled moving so I could see him and he held my hand “I get why I hear your bedsprings all the time. You little one are a wiggler” he laughed “I tried to hold you close all night but you just kept wiggling away from me”

“Sorry”

“It's fine, I'll get used to you” he chuckled “Can I tell you a secret?”

“I'd like that”

“... There is a reason I'm always late, days you come do my breakfast.”

“Oh? Why?”

“I'm always late because I can't resist seeing you in your nightie.”

“Why does that make you late?’ I asked he smirked and simply glanced down to his trousers suggestively “oohhh-”

“Yeah. Especially the other day when you almost took your nightie off for me?”

“I did notice you were very late that day”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I didn't question it.” I giggled at the thought of Jack lying in his bed taking care of himself because of me “Can I tell you a secret?’

“I'd like that”

“I didn't spill my drink that day”

“No?”

“No”

“So why was your nightie wet? And why was your bed squeaking so much?’

“The same reason you were late”

“Ooh- really?”

“Humm” I nodded

“So that morning before I knocked I sat listening to you?”

“Yes”

“Fuck-” he gasped “I thought I heard my name. Did you hear yours?”

“No, I was quick getting dressed’

“Shame. Maybe next time as well be in my bed together we can just, take care of each other” he smirked “Would you like that my little nursey?”

“I would very much”

“Good, you must move around a lot then because seriously your bed was boarder line constantly making noise”

“I was- I can't -”

“What no tell me.”

“I was riding my pillow”

“You what?’

‘you heard “

“Riding your pillow? As in pillow on the bed, you are on top?” He asked and I nodded “Imagining it was me?”

“Yes” I blushed hiding under the covers a little

“That's adorable” he smirked ‘and a coincidence”

“How?”

“After you left. I laid on my back imagining you riding me. Maybe our dreams are synchronizing” he smiled leaning down to give my lips a sweet kiss moving to look over me as we kissed till he pulled back a bit

“How did you do it?’

“Do what?’

“I was riding my pillow” I giggled innocently

“Oh, just my hand.” He shrugged “I always use my hand I don't have any things to ride on or use like that” he smirked moving a little so his knees were on either side of me “But if you show me, I'll be happy to show you too” he smirked kissing down my jaw and neck

“Uhhh! Jack!” I gasped as I felt his kisses grabbing his hair

“Uhhh- y/n!” He moaned back ripping the covers from my hands “ohh fuck-” he groans looking at me in my nightie

“Owww” I whined as his kisses made he throw back my head which hurt

“Well continue this later. When you feel better” he smiled giving my lips a kiss “That okay?”

“Okay Jack” I smiled giving him a. Kiss “I love you”

“I love you too”

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #jack dawkins #jackdawkins #jack #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger #the artful dodger

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mygirlthoughts · 8 months ago

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Mesmerized (Part 1) . Pedri

requested: yess!

warnings: none

author’s note: as this is my first time writing a fic there may be some flaws in it, i am open to criticism so please do let me know your thoughts on it, it’s also pretty short so I apologize for that, i’ll make the next part a bit longer! hope you guys enjoy!! 💗

The studio was flashing with camera flashes and lights as you and pedri were posing in the new adidas clothing line, it was a hot summer day and you were struggling with your hair as you had to let it down for the shoot, when pedri noticed so, he pushed your hair back and fixed the front strands, although a little surprised at his actions, you thanked him with a small smile and he gave you a sweet smile in return, everyone present at the shoot including the crew and yourself noticed pedri staring at you, helping you out and complimenting you throughout the entire shoot.

After the shoot as you’re packing up to go home your assistant giggles ‘he’s so in love with you, the way he was staring at you with heart eyes, oh my goodness i would’ve collapsed’

‘oh my god, that’s probably just how he is, his nature, you’re being delusional’ you say rolling your eyes at her

‘sure, whatever you say’ she says while smirking.

You absolutely loved and adored your assistant for getting you through your hectic schedule and she was like your best friend, but you couldn’t lie she was starting to get on your nerves by trying to get something out of you and pedri working together.

As you were in bed watching tv all you could think about was your assistant’s words and how pedri was acting throughout today’s shoot, and although you did think he was an extremely attractive man with an amazing personality, you didn’t want come into conclusions on your own because what if he was like this with everyone and just had a flirty personality?, after all you were working with him professionally and you didn’t want to make things awkward in the workplace and you simply didn’t want to overthink this at all, pedri probably was asleep by now and not thinking about if his co-worker was in love in with him or not, so you went back to watching your show.

What you didn’t know was Pedri in fact WAS also thinking about you

He knew who you were prior to working with you for adidas and he thought you were extremely pretty and a very talented actress and was a huge fan of one of the shows that you did recently, but he never realised how ethereal and mesmerising you were until he met you in real life, not only were you absolutely stunning but you also had the kindest personality ever, he just couldn’t help but act like an obsessed fanboy around you, he just hoped you hadn’t noticed his simp like behaviour.

#pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pedri #pedro gonzalez #pedri x y/n #pablo gavi #gavi #football imagine #fc barcelona #jude bellingham x reader #joao felix x reader

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milkiematcha · 2 years ago

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jealous mark leaving bruises on your thighs, eating you out for hours after you flirt with others in front of him -🐡

yess this so much<33

+mean!mark, lowkey toxic, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it yall), wall sex

when you had first met mark, you'd been told he was nice.

such little information to start off such a large part of your life. but it was true, he was nice. he was he boyfriend who always had a hair tie on his wrist for you and let you keep his sweater- so many times that he'd had to buy more. after your first date, he'd remembered your coffee order, which was such a small gesture but it just confirmed everything you'd heard. he was nice.

but you never really settled for nice.

well, you did. you'd been dating him for nearly a year now, and there's no way you'd trade him for any other guy. but you did always crave a bit more.

and you weren't stupid. you'd seen the way his jaw clenches when jaemin makes a joke you giggle at, or when donghyuck wrapped his arm around your shoulder and quipped stealing you from mark. no, you definitely weren't stupid enough to miss the way he dragged you home, barely making it through the front door without pushing you against the wall and kissing you feverishly.

so you pushed him.

it was so simple, with him being so easy to read. you'd brushed him off to go study with renjun, or came back from a run with jeno in those yoga pants he loved so much. and when donghyuck had sent you a text about a new bar opening not too far away, you'd left it open on your phone, right in front of mark.

and of course, his jaw had clenched and he'd looked between you and the phone, tapping his fingers as if that was going to help him calm down.

"can i come?"

you'd pretended not to hear him, pulling your hair up and furrowing your brows until he'd asked again, this time with an edge in his voice. and you'd cheerily said yes, asking him to pick between a velvety navy dress and a red one, to which he had immediately gone for the blue one.

"donghyuck likes this one best too!" you giggled, turning to pick out a pair of heels. "he says this is his favorite pair of heels to go with it."

donghyuck had said nothing of the sort. in fact, he'd expressly told you that you sucked at walking in heels, and had strutted back and forth half-drunk the last time you'd worn them. but the effect on mark was instantaneous and ideal.

"i'm starting to think you're dating donghyuck." he was obviously trying for a joking tone, but the words came out raspy and deeper than normal. "i thought my opinion was most important."

"aww babe..." you coo, walking over to face him, fingers running over his shoulder to fix the wrinkle he hadn't bothered to notice. "know your place."

you were halfway surprised he hadn't just pulled you into bed then, but some 20 minutes later you'd managed to make it into the booth donghyuck had reserved, sipping at a sweet cocktail that tasted like a mix of pineapple and vodka that hyuck had shoved in front of you, demanding you try it.

mark had not seemed amused.

but you had, and you'd proceeded to take it from him and claim it as your own. hyuck had left, mumbling something about buying more drinks and getting fries.

"what in the world made you so upset?" you whine, sliding into the seat next to mark and tugging at his cheek. "don't tell me you wanted to try the drink."

his eyes roll and he moves away from you, scrunching his nose like a child. "i don't want donghyuck's nasty ass drink."

"this is why i like him more than you." you quip, mirroring his expression. "hyuck is fun and you-"

the drink is pulled from your hands and downed before you can realize what had happened. the whole drink, even the bright red cherry that you'd been saving for last. you'd protest, but jaemin is already sliding next to you, jeno right behind him.

jaemin is already talking, something about how jeno had burned a hand towel while cooking, and you're distracted for just a moment, just enough time to miss mark's triumphant half smile when he puts the glass back on the table. and he doesn't even like pineapple.

somehow, mark's final straw is when donghyuck returns to the table, balancing a 5 different drinks in his arms. three of the cocktails, one topped with a strawberry that he puts in front of jaemin, who rolls his eyes and pulls the strawberry off, pressing it against your lips expectantly. you grin, biting at it as jaemin flashes a middle finger at donghyuck before finally trying the cocktail. the other two drinks, beers, go in front of mark and jaemin, the former downing it all at once at the sight of jaemin feeding you.

donghyuck drops into the seat next to jaemin, pushing your drink in front of you with a roll of his eyes. "honestly, mark, why am i buying drinks for your girl. at this point, she'd might as well just date me."

the speed at which mark stands is shocking. he's away from the table before anyone can move to stop him, and he's downing a drink before at the bar you had even reached him. the empty glass drops from his hand, and the other wraps tightly around your wrist. there's a misty, far off look in his eyes, like he cant really see past whatever emotion is shining in his dark eyes.

"mark are you okay? come sit down" you murmur, tugging your wrist weakly back to you. "donghyuck was just joking, he was just messing around."

he's silent for a moment- which is incredibly unusual for the usually chatty man, but even more unusual because the look in his eyes isn't the normal misty-eyed in-love look that makes your heart flutter. no, there's distain in his eyes, a weird fury that could be directed at you or donghyuck or anyone.

"i'm leaving." he snaps, sliding a twenty dollar bill onto the dark wood of the bar. "you can go home with donghyuck."

"i'm going too!" you protest, struggling a bit to keep up with his long stride. "mark let's talk about thi-"

"shut up." his voice is harsher than usual, and deeper too. it's like his morning voice, but less raspy from sleep and more raspy for pure anger. but it shut you up, just like he knew it would. "you're such a brat. do you need more than one guy? are you a fucking slut?"

but your lips stay pressed together. he's not even really talking- it feels more like spitting insults by the way his voice has changed from its normal tone- but his words are still filling your stomach with warmth. he's really angry, his eyes are dark and he's standing like he's a moment away from yelling or something, but he looks really fucking hot like that.

"you are, aren't you? you don't have anything to say for yourself?" he snaps, and you step forward, not quite knowing if you want to calm him down or see what happens when he snaps.

"i'm sorry mark, i-"

"not this time, babe. i don't even think you're smart enough to know what that means." he's stepping towards you, his voice dropping further than you'd known was possible. "sluts only understand one thing, right? getting fucked is the only thing you understand."

yeah he's really fucking hot like this.

he doesn't touch you the whole way home. not once, and he barely manages to look at you. he looks pissed off, his jaw is tight and his eyes are darker than ever. but when the door closes-

"i should make you choke on my dick, but you'd probably get off on that, wouldn't you?" it feels like he's towering over you, your back pressed to the wall. "i think i'll just fuck you right here instead."

his fingers are pressing the hem of your dress up, his other hand closing around your wrist until you get the hint to hold the skirt in place. and then his hand is wandering under your panties, barely giving you a moment to prepare for two of his fingers pressing into you.

"you're already dripping. is it for donghyuck, or is it for me? do you even know the difference?" hes able to find the spot that makes your legs go weak so fast you dont have time to prepare, you knees buckling and your face pressing into his shoulder. "maybe we should both fuck you and find out if you're smart enough to tell."

you should both fuck me and find out

you don't say that, of course. even if you did want to rile him up, you wouldn't be able to say it with the way he's pressing his fingers into you. and then he's not anymore, and your hand almost drops from your skirt to grab him and press him back, but he's already on his knees and oh god-

his tongue is so rough, and so hot, and it's fucking everywhere. on your clit, and then pressing into you, and then it's replaced by his fingers again and he's sucking on your clit and you can't tell if it's pain or pleasure but your legs aren't working properly and the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall is his hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you in place.

he was normally more careful, more caring, but hes so fucking rough today that the knot in your stomach forms without you even noticing. his tongue is on your clit, still, but its light, not nearly enough pressure to do anything but make you want more. and the contrast with the way his fingers are roughly pressing into you hurts- it feels wrong, but it doesnt stop you from begging for him. he mumbles something, but you just tangle your fingers in his hair.

wrong move.

"hold the fucking dress or i rip it." he snaps, grasping both of your wrists in one hand while he stands. his other hand goes to undo his belt, and you can feel tears welling up and your eyes. "or are you too dumb for that too?"

yes, no, maybe, just please let me cum.

"no" you mumble, returning your hand to your skirt and hiking it up. your thoughts don't dare to leave your lips, you'd never get to cum again if they did. "im not too dumb."

"good girl. now jump."

you're pressed against the wall, your legs wrapped around him and his dick pressing into you just slightly. he's teasing, letting the head of his cock sink into you just to pull out again.

"beg, darling. you have to show me you know how to behave." his voice isn't angry anymore, but the deepness and rasp are still there. he's teasing, he's being mean and he knows it.

"mark please, i wan't you so bad please-" your words are slurred as you try to shift your hips to envelop him properly. "please, i don't want donghyuck i want you."

his hips snap forward the moment hyuck's name leaves your lips. it hurts, but barely and you're already begging for more, the slurred words escaping your lips without you even thinking.

"say his name again, baby, since you want him so bad." he says, his lips on your neck. "be a good girl and say his name for me."

"donghyuck please" you whine, and he's pulling out only to slam back in again. "don't tease anymore, please, donghyuck"

he's slamming into that spot that makes your sight fill with white and you're moaning hyucks name like a slut, like the slut he thinks you are. he's cooing something in your ear and you can barely hear it above the sound of his hips hitting yours, and he's somehow managed to move a hand to your clit, pressing down just hard enough that the pleasure sits right on the line of pain.

"hyuck im so close" you whine, letting your dress drop and your hands dig into his shoulders. "it feels so good"

and then he stops.

"nononono please" your voice is shaky and you might be crying, you can't tell anymore. "hyuck- mark, please no"

"sluts don't get to cum." he says flatly, pulling out of you and letting you stand on shaky legs. "moaning for him like that- let him finish you off."

he steps back, and you stumble towards him, almost tripping with how horribly your legs are shaking. "you didn't cum yet. let me make you cum, mark, please."

"oh baby, i can always jerk off. you can't get off without me, we both know that." he presses a kiss to your forehead, and you're grasping at his arms weakly, but he just pulls your hands off and steps back again. "goodnight, baby. sleep well."

and then he's gone, somewhere up the stairs. you're still standing there when the shower starts, your legs shaking from the memory of his touch. like a slut.

uhm am i back? mayhaps

anyway 🐡 im so sorry if the eating out scene is not nearly as long as requested, i rewrote it like 4 times and i don't think i got it right but i hope its still okay! and im horribly sorry for the long wait time, life was kicking my ass.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee smut #mark smut #🐡anon #stay hydrated yall #time to disappear again<33 #not proofread oops

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dorabellingham · 18 days ago

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Christmas tree

warning: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: where you're going to fix up his house for Christmas, which you are going to spend together

request: yess!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a cold, cloudy morning in the spanish capital, the perfect kind of day to start christmas preparations. You were excited, which was rare when it came to household chores, but decorating the house for christmas for the first time in two years was special. You and Jude were finally ready to transform your home into a real christmas postcard.

—Jude! —You called from the living room, adjusting a huge bag full of decorations you had bought the day before. —We need to start now, or we’ll never finish before Christmas!

Jude appeared in the hallway, his hair still messy from the night’s sleep, but with a smile on his face.

—Calm down, sweetie. You’re already turning this into a Champions League final!

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave away how excited you were.

—I’m just trying to get the Christmas spirit going, Bellingham.

Jude laughed and walked over to you, hugging you from behind and kissing your shoulder.

—Okay, you’re in charge, boss. Where do we start?

—For the tree, of course!

You replied, pointing to the huge box that was leaning against the wall.

You spent the next few minutes taking out all the parts of the artificial christmas tree. Jude insisted that he could put it together without the manual, while you stood by, clearly skeptical.

—Babe, this is crooked!

You said, watching as he adjusted the top of the tree.

—No, it’s not, it’s your perspective. You’re too short to see it properly.

You snorted, but couldn’t help but laugh.

—Just try not to knock it over, please.

After a lot of laughing and a few failed attempts, the tree was finally standing. You started opening the boxes of decorations and fairy lights, carefully separating everything.

—Okay, now just put this here…

You pulled out the string of lights, but you didn’t expect it to be so long. In seconds, it was completely tangled in fairy lights.

Jude, of course, started laughing.

—Look, you turned into the ornament!

—It’s not funny! Help me, Jude!

He approached, trying to untangle you, but ended up getting even more tangled up. When he realized it, he was also stuck in the lights, and the two of you started laughing uncontrollably.

—This is like something out of a romcom movie.

You said between laughs, trying to get free.

—Well, at least we’re shining!

Jude joked, blinking his eyes as if imitating the lights.

After freeing yourselves, you began to decorate the tree with the ornaments. You were meticulous, trying to create a perfect pattern, while Jude simply hung things wherever he found fun.

—Jude Victor! You put two red balls on the same branch!

You exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips.

—So what? They’re friends, Y/n.

You shook your head, laughing.

—You’re impossible.

Meanwhile, Jude started humming a christmas song, improvising the lyrics hilariously. You couldn't resist and ended up singing along.

When they finished the tree, you took a step back to admire your work.

—Isn't it perfect?

—It is.

Jude replied, but his eyes were on you, not the tree.

—You're not even looking!

—Because the best part of Christmas is right here, huh?!

He said, pulling you close and kissing your forehead.

After that, you moved on to the rest of the decorations. Jude was in charge of hanging the lights outside, which resulted in some complaints from the neighbors due to their height and his noisy antics.

When they were finished, the house was beautiful, with a warm glow that made the atmosphere even more special. You sat on the couch, exhausted but happy.

—You know what's missing?

Jude asked, with a mischievous smile.

—What?

You replied, arranging a pillow next to you.

—My presents.

You laughed, shaking your head.

—Oh, sure. Is that all you think?

—It’s not my fault if I’ve been a good husband all year. I deserve something special.

—You already have the best present in the world: me.

—That’s true...

He said, pretending to agree seriously.

You threw a pillow at him, and the two of you burst out laughing again. As you looked at the tree shining in the living room, you both felt your hearts warm. It was the beginning of a Christmas that would surely be remembered forever.

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misseviehyde · 1 year ago

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BULLI-CURE

Looking down at the struggling girl in front of her, Lisa felt a flash of shame and guilt at what she was doing - though it was quickly expunged by remembering all the horrible things this bitch had done to her and Melody.

She had tied her daughters bully to a chair, and gagged her - using loops of rope to tie each arm to the chair rests and importantly each of Kayla's wrists, so each of the girls hands was accessible.

Now try as she might to struggle, Kayla was trapped and unable to stop Lisa from carrying out the second part of her desparate plan to fix things.

After all - wasn't this all her fault? She was the one who had paid for Kate - once her daughters best-friend - to get a set of nails from the salon down the road. She was the one who had enabled Kate to become Kayla.

Kate's Mom and Dad had always been neglectful, and Kate had almost been like another daughter to Lisa. She and Melody were joined at the hip and wherever her daughter went, Kate had gone too.

Kate always looked so drab, she never had pretty dresses or nice hair. She was a tomboy with no confidence. When her birthday had come along and her parents hadn't bought her a present Lisa had felt heartbroken.

She'd decided SHE would get Kate something nice. She would buy her a makeover and pay for her to get her nails done.

The salon in town had only been too happy to help. They'd asked Lisa exactly what sort of nails and makeover she'd like to give Kate.

"Oh, she's such a fragile little thing. Can you make her feel more confident and assertive. Can you also make it so that she gets to be the centre of attention for once and that her parents and everyone else spoil her a little bit?"

She'd driven Kate to the salon and ushered her inside. Kate had looked unsure, she'd never been to a nail salon before but Lisa had just smiled encouragingly.

"Go on - then I'll drive us back later. Melody may even be a little jealous of you, but she'll understand."

The salon had insisted that Kate go into a backroom and Lisa had waited outside. She had heard some strange noises in the back - it sounded like a woman moaning and the rustling of clothing, the clicking of heels.

Intrigued she had waited until the receptionist wasn't watching and then quickly snuck into the back. A strange pink glowing light was emenating from a partially closed door and sneaking over, Lisa had peered through.

"Mmmmmmh oh FUCK YESS! Make me into a bitch, I love how this feels!"

Seated in the centre of the room, her legs spread wide and a manicured set of fingers eagerly rubbing her tight shave pussy was Kate.

Her other hand was currently being held by a woman who was applying the last of a set of pink glossy nails. As each one attached to Kate's fingers they glowed pink and she screamed in lust.

The nails seemed to be changing Kate, each one was twisting and bending her body - corrupting her and making her into someone new. Her short brown hair was now long and blonde and as another nails slid into place, it became even silkier and sexier.

Soft pink lips pushed out into a pout as mean blue eyes shone with cruel triumph. Large firm breasts now pushed out from Kate's chest and she was as skinny and curvaceous as a supermodel.

Her clothing had transformed into an expensive figure hugging dress with transparent panels and long sleeves. Expensive jewelry dripped from her body and the smell of Chanel perfume filled the air.

Six inch heels now crowned Kate's feet, a matching pedicure to her new evil manicure on every toe.

Kate's skin was now flawless and tanned, her eyes made up with long fake lashes and her body a wet dream. She looked like a mean popular rich girl and her posture suggested she felt like one too.

As the final nail slid into place, Kate screamed and moaned in triumph. "YES! That loser Kate is fucking dead - I AM KAYLA. Mmmmh I feel so yummy and evil, I love what your magic nails have done to me."

Backing away in horror, to her shame a little turned on, Lisa staggered back to the waiting room and she was stunned a few minutes later when the newly transformed Kayla strode in and looked at her with a twist of disgust on her pretty lips.

"Drive me home you fucking loser, I have things to do."

Lisa didn't know what else to do. She took Kayla home, only when she pulled up to the house where she thought Kayla lived the other girl screamed in rage.

"Are you fucking retarded. I don't live here. I live at the mansion on 1st street."

Lisa found herself driving into the most expensive part of town. She dropped Kayla off in amazement, who without even a thank you strode off into the most expensive looking house on the street.

It didn't take Lisa long to realise that the nails had someone changed Kate and also the reality around her. For some reason Lisa hadn't been affected, but she quickly surmised it might be because she had witnessed the transformation and therefore been immune to some of it's effects.

To everyone else, Kayla was now the richest most spoiled bitch in town. She was a mean, popular bully who didn't care who she hurt.

Lisa went back to the salon, but they just laughed and said she must be mistaken about what she'd seen. A week later when she tried to go back with the police, it was to find the premises were closed down and the business had mysteriously moved.

Meanwhile Kayla's nails showed no signs of aging out or chipping. It was as if they were indestructible. They also seemed to obey her whims. If she needed yellow nails, they would change, if she wanted them French Manicured - they would alter to suit her mood. Lisa began to realise with horror that the transformation was permanent.

Six months passed and Kayla became the terror of the town. She was now dating the hottest boy at school and was relentlessly bullying Melody.

Once the two girls had been almost like sisters, now Kayla seemed to enjoy destroying and hurting Melody, almost as if it disgusted her to be reminded of her old life.

She would make jokes about Melody, physically push her around, spread malicious gossip and even turn everyone else against her. Watching Melody come home night after night, weeping and crying had broken Lisa's heart.

She had turned Kate into this monster, she had to fix it.

It hadn't been easy to capture Kayla. The bitch was suspicious and cruel, catching her off guard and knocking her out with chloroform hadn't been easy. Dragging her into the car, driving her home, tying her up... it had all been difficult.

But now she was here and Lisa was determined to remove the evil magic nails from her if it killed her.

Kayla was fighting like a wild cat as Lisa grabbed her hand and examined the nails. They looked glossy and hard, powerful and impossible to remove. She grabbed a bottle of the strongest nail remover she could find and dumped it over the nails.

She waited a few minutes and yanked at one, but it was welded to Kayla's finger and appeared unaffected by the varnish remover The girl snarled, but her eyes flashed triumphantly. Her eyes said 'you fucking bitch, this isn't going to work'.

Lisa felt a surge of despair. Next she tried a solvent, but that didn't work either. The nails were magical and unaffected by anything she did.

Sobbing Lisa reached down and her own nail clashed against Kayla's. She felt a strange tingle and as she watched the colour began to flow from Kayla's fingernail onto her own.

Lisa's mouth dropped open as she watched one glossy nail transfer to her index finger - smooth, pink and sexy. Kayla convulsed and Lisa saw to her astonishment that her hair was suddenly shorter and darker than it had been.

The nails couldn't be removed, but they could be transfered to a new host!

Pinning down Kayla's hand, Lisa carefully lined up her nails with Kayla's and touched them. She moaned as she felt the slutty evil nails sliding across and sucking onto her own hand. Each one locked into place, and she flexed her fingers admiring the smooth glossy claws and how good they looked.

"Mmmmh fuck yes, give me more," snarled Lisa laughing to see the fear in Kayla's eyes as her body began to change back into Kate's. "Not so cocky now are you bitch?"

Reaching down with her other hand - whilst using her manicured hand to touch herself, Lisa moaned pleasurably as she felt the rest of the nails transfer over to her.

Her whole body tingled and she felt her aging skin become smoother and her hair take on lustre and depth again. Her sagging tits pushed out and swelled up as her ass expanded and her drab clothing became expensive and rich.

Lisa could feel her personality changing and it felt good. Why be some fucking boring housewife when she could be a hot slutty rich bitch who got everything she wanted.

"Ohhhhh Kayla... or is that Kate? I paid for these nails so I must be their true owner. That must be why I was able to transfer them over to me. Now I'm the bitch and you're nothing!"

Lisa stretched, enjoying how good her now younger and fitter body felt. "Mmmmh ohhh yes, that sadsac Lisa is gone, I'm Isla the trophy wife now. My husband is a rich loser who can't stop me cuckolding him every chance I get. My daughter Melody is the biggest bitch in town and you're her pathetic victim."

Kate was now back to normal and staring up at the dominant woman in front of her in horror.

Suddenly the door opened and a big titted blonde bitch in a cheerleader uniform walked in. She looked a little bit like Melody, but a twisted and evil version.

"Hey Mom, what is this loser doing tied up in our house?"

Isla laughed at her protegee and stroked her daughters hair. "She's yours to play with daughter. I hope you enjoy."

Leaving Kate's fate with her daughter, Isla strode away. She had a date with a big black cock and she couldn't wait to wrap her evil new nails around it. Being bad felt so good.

Nothing beat having a good bulli-cure on your fingers...

THE END

#evil bitch #evie hyde #bully tf #magic nails #power swap #bitchification

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