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freelancelobotomy · 2 months ago

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౨ৎ˚₊𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 [𝐒.𝐑]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

𐙚⋆.˚Summary: Spencer is smitten for the T.A. at Penelope’s art class. And he just might have a chance with her. ⋆˙⟡♡WC: 2.3k

⊹܀˙CW: Suggestive language, Derek is half neked (for plot reasons of course), Spencer wants y/n so baddddd, Reader is described to have hips (the pic is to show the maxi skirt that I imagined), Reader has long hair.

♪‧₊˚A/N: hiiiiii I love this song + it came on my shuffle yesterday and it gave me an idea so yk I had to get to WORK. I hope u like. If this gets over 100 notes ill write Gravity pt 3. Okay bye bye

Spencer had agreed to take both Derek and Penelope to Penelope’s art class that night since her car wouldn’t start and Derek’s had gotten towed for being parked on the street too long while they were in Florida for a case. Derek wasn’t taking the class with Penelope—he was the model for it.

“It’s a life drawing class,” she had explained, giddily. “They saw Derek pick me up last week and the professor asked him to model for us today. And to bring baby oil.”

The art room was bright and beautifully decorated, with an abundance of ferns and vines and all sorts of greenery adorned onto the walls.

The professor had smiled as the three of them approached the stool that Derek was supposed to perch on during class.

“Penelope! Derek! Happy that you could make it. You can change in the supply closet on the left,” Professor Andi had gasped. “Did you bring some oil? I have linseed oil from my oil painting class earlier today that you can use if you didn’t.”

“I got some, don’t worry, Doc,” Derek had said with a wink before making his way to the supply closet and shutting the door behind him.

“Who is this? Are you here for the class?” Professor Andi had beamed.

“Oh… no. I’m Spencer. I was just dropping off—”

You had walked into the room, your hips swishing in your maxi skirt as you balanced a tower of sketchbooks in your arms.

“Y/N! Hi!” Penelope had smiled. “Do you need help?”

Spencer’s legs had started moving on their own toward you, taking four of the sketchbooks from your stack.

You had smiled politely at the tall man. “Thank you.” The both of you placed the sketchbooks on the table..

“You’re welcome,” he said, his gaze lingering on your face. Beautiful, he had thought, a warmth spreading through him. The first thing he had truly noticed were your lips—the way they curved into a smile as you spoke, their delicate movements as you formed each word. You wrapped Penelope in a hug.

“Oh,” you sighed, a faint blush gracing your cheeks. “How rude of me. I’m Y/N. Professor Andi’s TA. You must be Derek,” you had said, offering your hand.

Spencer, despite a fleeting thought about germs, had found himself wanting to hold it. Your touch was light, and your nails were a pretty pale pink. What would it feel like to have those hands explore…?

Spencer had cleared his throat, a nervous laugh escaping him. “I’m not Derek. I’m, uh… Doctor Spencer Reid—well, just Spencer. Please.” He had fumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets to resist the urge to reach for you again. “I’m Penelope and Derek’s ride.”

“My mistake, Spencer,” you had said, your eyes meeting his with a playful tilt of your head. “Will you be joining us today?”

Did you know the effect you had? It had felt almost cruel. He glanced at Penelope, who was practically begging with her eyes.

A subtle smile had played on his lips. “Looks like I will be,” he nodded, his attention already drawn back to you.

“Great! Come with me. Let’s get you a sketchbook,” you grinned, gesturing for him to follow, and he had found himself eagerly complying.

Your backside was just as pretty as your face. He watched you switch on the light in the supply room, the movement causing a soft sway of your hips that he couldn’t tear his gaze from.

You crouched down to the floor, rummaging through bins of pencils. The way your brow had furrowed in concentration was endearing.

“Have you ever taken art class before? Or just been creating independently?” you asked him, your voice a melodic murmur that had sent a shiver down his spine. Gravity had pulled your hair toward your face, showcasing the delicate slope of your neck—a sight that made his breath catch. He wanted to reach out, to feel the softness of those strands against his fingers.

“Neither. This is all sort of new to me,” he admitted, his chuckle betraying a hint of nervousness—a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. Especially not to someone who already held his attention so tightly.

“I see,” you said, picking up a large sketchbook and a brand new case of pencils and blending stubs. “Well, what do you like to do in your free time?” Your eyes met his for a fleeting moment, his stomach fluttering.

He had taken the supplies from you, his fingers brushing against yours—a brief touch that sent a jolt of electricity through him. He wished the exchange could have lasted longer, wanted to linger in that delicate contact. He spent too long just looking at you, memorizing the curve of your smile, the way your eyes sparkled. Words, he had reminded himself. He needed to say something meaningful, something that would capture your attention as completely as you had captured his.

“I like reading,” he managed, his voice slightly rougher than intended.

You waltzed past him to re-enter the art room, your perfume drifting toward his senses. Hmm… Fresh. Pear maybe? The scent was intoxicating—a promise of sweetness that he desperately wanted to explore. He would’ve followed that fragrance anywhere, even into the deepest ocean.

“Me too. Um… what’s your favorite book?” you asked.

He paused. You wanted to talk to him. The realization sent a thrill through him. What timeline was he in right now? This had felt like a dream.

“I enjoy everything that I read,” he replied. He had known it was a terrible answer, a deflection, but his mind was still reeling from your nearness.

“Okay, but there’s got to be a standout,” you chuckled, raising a brow. Cute. The simple gesture had made him swallow hard.

“Well, recently I’ve been re-reading Orwellian literature, so something of that nature. As of the moment I’ve been particularly enjoying 1984.” He wanted to impress you with his intellect, hoping to find some common ground, some way to bridge the distance between you.

“Ooh,” you sighed, “That’s a good one. Mine right now is probably…” You trailed off, thinking as you opened a fresh kneaded eraser for him. “Lord of the Flies,” you had decided. “Works that ask the question if evil is ingrained into our morality are some of my favorites. I find them the most stimulating,” you said, your eyes holding a captivating intensity.

It hadn’t been suggestive in the slightest the way you had said it, yet it had stirred something within him—a deep need to know you. To know where you came from and the places you'd been. He had managed a curt nod, his usual eloquence deserting him as he had found a seat next to Penelope, his gaze still drawn to your every movement.

After Professor Andi gave a quick review (or introduction, for Spencer) of value and shape, Derek had stepped out of the supply closet, glistening like a glazed donut. The women in the class had turned to each other, giddy and excited. He had taken his place on the stool in the middle of the circle of chairs. Derek smiled at Spencer and Penelope before striking a pose.

Spencer didn’t give a shit, though. He had been staring at you as you peeled a clementine at your desk, the delicate way your fingers manipulated the fruit utterly mesmerizing. You popped a slice into your mouth before wiping the residue from your hands and taking your sketchbook in hand. He imagined the sweetness lingering on your lips—a dangerous thought that made his chest ache. He’s never wanted someone so badly before.

Professor Andi had put on her Bossa Nova playlist. How fitting. Your hoop earrings, the faint flush on your cheeks—you had looked like how Bossa Nova sounded: pleasant and dreamy, an ethereal vision that he had felt he could only admire from afar.

You had begun sketching furiously, a small pout forming on your lips in concentration, your brow furrowed. The intensity of your focus had been incredibly alluring. He had found himself wanting to be the subject of that fierce gaze, to have you study him with such intent. He envied the loose leaf paper of your sketchbook and your 6B pencil that had the privilege of feeling your touch uninterrupted.

“Why haven’t you started yet?” Penelope whispered—not so subtly. It snapped Spencer from his haze, the spell you had cast momentarily broken.

“Huh—what?”

“Your page. It’s empty. Why?”

“Just thinking of how to approach this, is all,” he lied, his mind still replaying the way your hair had fallen across your neck. Penelope had narrowed her eyes but had chosen to let it go.

He had desperately wanted to impress you, to create something worthy of your attention. The thought of your opinion consumed him.

Spencer had somehow managed to find the control to start drawing a half-naked, oiled-up Derek, but his values had gotten a little muddy. He had needed to block out the highlights like Professor Andi had said in her brief lecture. But his kneaded eraser was stiff and wouldn’t warm up in his hands, no matter how long he had pressed it between his palms.

“Do you need help?”

“Uh, yeah, my eraser won’t soften.”

“Y/N,” Penelope said, calling you over with a smile. You peered up from your sketchbook and smiled as you got up to approach her.

“How can I help?” you asked, bending over slightly with your palms on your thighs to be within earshot of Penelope.

“Spence needs help getting his kneaded eraser to knead,” she whispered, biting back a smile.

“No problem,” you smiled, dragging a stool next to him and sitting down. You had leaned in close to get a glance at the eraser. Pears, he had thought.

“Is it hard?” you asked. Ironic, he had thought.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know how to.”

“You’re totally fine. It happens to me all the time. Here. I’ll help,” you had said, taking his hands into yours. “See this part of your thumb?”

Your long, delicate fingers had softly rubbed the joint below the pad of his thumb. Spencer had nodded, his mouth suddenly dry.

“You’re going to press it against this joint,” you had said, your fingertips now tracing the second joint of his index finger. “And rub the eraser between your fingers to warm it up.” You had placed the square, unkneaded eraser in the described position and guided Spencer’s hands to repeat that motion over and over until his fingerprint had appeared in the softened eraser. Spencer had hoped you wouldn’t notice how badly his hands were shaking as you held them.

“Okay, good job,” you had said, a soft warmth in your voice. Jesus. “Now stretch it with two hands like putty, then roll it into a ball.”

Your molasses gaze had flickered over his fingers, briefly meeting his. He had your complete attention in that moment and he literally had no idea what to do with himself. He had rolled the now-soft eraser into a ball.

“Perfect. Now you can use it.” You smiled at him—a genuine, captivating smile that had sent a jolt through him—before moving your stool away.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice a little rough. You nodded politely before returning to your sketchbook.

Spencer had made the decision that he was going to try his absolute hardest to impress you. He had known it was probably stupid, but it hadn’t seemed impossible, and he had thought he had a good shot at making it work.

By the end of the class, everyone had given their sketches to Derek for him to keep. Spencer had handed his to Derek. Derek’s brows had risen.

“You did this?”

“Yeah,” Spencer croaked dryly, his mind elsewhere. He had been watching you through the mirror near the door. You had ripped out two pages and then gotten up from your seat.

“It looks good, actually. Nice work, pretty boy,” Derek had said, clapping him hard on the shoulder.

“Hi Derek, nice to meet you,” you said nicely, smiling. You had handed him your portrait, which—of course—had put everyone else’s to shame, Spencer’s included. You made polite small talk with Penelope until they had eventually needed to leave.

Spencer lingered in the doorway. Ask for her number. Stop being awkward and aloof for five seconds of your life and ask her. But what if you never called him? Should he ask you to coffee instead? Or lunch? You seemed like a brunch type of girl—

“Doctor,” you whispered.

Spencer had turned around, his heart leaping. “I have something for you,” you had said, walking toward him.

“For me?” he asked, a hopeful tremor in his voice.

You handed him something—it was a portrait. Of him.

“I did it after I finished Derek’s.”

It was beautiful. He looked beautiful. The delicate lines of the shadows sketched by your hands, the slope of his nose, the shape of his lips… it had been him, and it had been wonderful. And it had been by you. You had observed his face and felt the need to put pencil to paper.

“Would you like, um—Y/N… Do you want to get coffee with me sometime next week?” he stammered, the question tumbling out in a rush. A slow, knowing smile had crept onto your lips, and you had nodded. Unbelievable.

“Yeah, I’d love to, Spencer,” you chuckled breathily, the sound like a melody to his ears.

“Really? Could I… get your number?” he had asked, his gaze fixed on yours.

“Flip it over,” you said, brushing past him, your scent lingering in the air again.

He had followed your directions. Your number had been scribbled on the back of the portrait. “Bye, Spencer.”

He watched you get into your car as Penelope and Derek laughed about something.

Your car had pulled out of the driveway, and you had honked the horn.

Penelope had smirked at Spencer. “Someone made a friend.”

“I saw her helping you ‘knead your eraser.’ I can tell she likes you.”

“You think?” Spencer had asked, biting back a grin.

He sure had hoped so—because he was already obsessed with you.

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remushrts · 1 month ago

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baked goods

— pairing: poly!marauders x reader

— a/n: i did get carried away with this one but it was so fun to write!! i do not mean to set a precedent on poly!marauders and culinary tales, i just love the chaotic dynamic of them in the kitchen i fear

— summary: based on the prompt: ♡ the character realizes how head over heels in love they are when their s/o took over their whole kitchen in a panic bake.

Sirius swears he's trying to be nice. Keyword, trying.

But can he really blame himself when he came home late from another horrible, horrible meeting, more than exhausted, to find your whole house smelling like muffins? And not only a batch or two, he swore the house was to be stacked with piles upon piles of baked goods at this point.

Was he really, really to blame, that he swoon the moment he saw you cursing under your breath as you spilled vanilla essence all over the counter?

"Hi, sweetie." Sirius grins deliberately, placing a kiss on your cheek. He swears you even taste sweet. "What's with the psycho cooking spree at midnight? Not that I'm one to complain." He added, running his finger along the edge of your bowl and taking it to his lips to taste the batter.

You sigh before answering, and Sirius thinks you're even more adorable, if that's even possible. "Your cousin called, Nymphadora has one of those school events tomorrow. We're helping her up a bit."

"Well, are you trying to feed the entire school?" He gestures to the three batches cooling on the counter, plus the one in the oven. "And who's we, darling? Have you started to hallucinate? Should we run with you to the ER?"

You let out a dry laugh in response, shoving his arm playfully. Sirius doesn't budge, if anything, he locks his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "I am not trying to feed the entire school, some of these are ours. Orange cinnamon for Jamie, double chocolate for Remus, peanut butter for you, and raspberry for Andy and Ted, but..." You don't have time to finish your sentence as the timer of your oven goes off, and Sirius smacks a kiss against your cheek before you can move.

"Let me get those." He offers, placing another kiss on the corner of your lips before he lets you go and picks up a pair of oven gloves disposed on the counter. He picks them up carefully, more than you would have given him credit for. "And where are those animals, huh? Letting my sweetheart do the entire job alone."

You roll your eyes, picking one of the muffin tins — though to Sirius, god knows how you can keep track of which one of them is still burning hot, and which is just warm to touch without burning your fingers off — and taking the perfectly shaped muffins out of it. He watches as you line up new paper cups and pour the new batter he hadn't even seen before, although he can assume they are the orange ones from the heavenly smell.

"You didn't let me finish, you sod." You say, but your tone packs none of the bite, his grin grows wider across his face.

"Sorry, sweetie, please finish." He offers you, trying to pick one of the freshly baked muffins. You swatch his hand away.

"Don't eat those, you'll burn your tongue. And, to your knowledge, Remus went to buy more paper cups and blueberries because certain someones keep trying to catch them in the air everytime we have them." You explain.

"Oi! That's unfair, we did went to get them, you know?" You hear James' voice echo around the house just a second later the front door clicks open. You kind of pity your neighbours for the noise he's making, but a little less as he greets you with a kiss on the lips. "Hi, my love. Has this gentleman been troubling you?"

You see Sirius feigns offense at the corner of your eyes, pressing your lips to suppress a smile. "Yeah, yeah, your sins are atoned for, Jamie. But his are not." You point out to your other boyfriend.

"Oh, I think I've atoned for my sins just fine!" Sirius tries to defend himself, an exasperated glance at you and James. "Moony, I'm being set up here!"

His gaze only seems to soften as Remus enters the room, you turn to see another two dozens of star-lined paper cups on his hands. You know James had made him park at the store by the look on his face, despite the small errand not meaning to take more than ten minutes, tops. The frown that creases your boyfriend's eyebrows don't make him any less handsome.

"What has he done now?" Remus inquiries with a raised brown.

"Nothing!"

"Eaten all the blueberries." You and James answer at the same time. "Sorry, eaten half the blueberries. The other half was dropped to the floor." You correct.

"Sacrificed!" Sirius corrects once again. "And I could eat them off the floor if Moony wasn't such a goody two-shoes."

"Court finds you guilty, sorry. And you're not eating off the floor, Pads." Remus interrupts before any of you can. James seems rather amused at the situation, watching you bicker and discreetly eating off the bag of frozen mixed berries when none of you are looking. You catch him by the corner of your eye, resting your back at the counter at slowly reaching for one too.

Sirius is, to say the least, scandalised. "So they get to eat them?"

Remus only shrugs, you pick a couple berries in a hand and offers him too. James gives him a complicit look, but he doesn't look half as guilty, lips tinted by the blackberries as are the tips of his fingers. He leans to kiss Sirius.

"Désolé, amor." He says, pressing the words sweetly against his lips. Sirius maybe, just maybe, swoons again at the way his accent carries the vowels with such flowy grace. It's unfair of James, and the smile that comes after tells him that he knows it.

"Désolé my fucking ass! Bloody traitor!" He pretends to push James away towards you, but he spins on his heels like a fucking pro, locking you between his body and the counter with a smug grin. You have none of it, clapping your hands loudly and making a cloud of flour dust the room, and your boyfriend's poor lovely face.

"Alright, everybody out of my kitchen unless you're helping!" You say loudly, all the pompous of a professional chef in one of those reality shows you always watch with the boys.

"Yes, chef!" James answers, smile turning enthusiastic as his lips curl up.

"Yes, chef..." Remus follows, already putting himself at work and opening the paper cups on the counter. You look at Sirius, maybe too cocky to expect an answer, but you let yourself have the small power trip.

Sirius smiles widely, the genuine amusement that makes one lovely dimple appear at his cheeks. "Oui, chef."

It's good enough for you. You swoon for him too.

#marauders x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #poly!marauders fluff #remushrts writes — ★

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sweetbunpura · 5 days ago

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Cruise of a Lifetime Ch. 4

Kalim would like to treat NRC to a cruise for summer break... he may have forgotten to tell everyone WHO else was sharing the ship with them...

Tie into: Rescue from RSA

Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch. 3

WC: 975

After unpacking their luggage, the Ramshackle group departed for the dining room as the ship began to depart from port. Entering the room, Yuu could see various students from NRC and RSA eating, although there was still a very clear divide between the schools.

“I might take back what I said about this being a good month.” She said as Rollo handed her a plate.

“It’s bound to happen.” The man states factly. “They have a history, after all.”

“Mm-hmm.” Yuu glanced over to where Fellow and Gidel were. “Take what you can eat.”

Fellow tsk’d and flicked his tail as he added a piece of baked chicken to Gidel’s plate. The man jerks his head towards Grim, who reaches for the tongs of a nearby food pan despite his plate already stacked high.

“Grim.” Yuu warns, causing the direbeast to freeze and look at her. “Take what you can eat.”

Grim puts the utensils back and steps away timidly. A chuckle sounds behind her and Rollo, causing them to direct their attention to the man standing there.

“Didn’t mean to alert ya, love.” Hatley tips his hat with a mysterious smile. “Just thought it was humorous is all.”

Rollo covers his mouth with his handkerchief before his face can twist into a scowl.

“Hey, Hatley.” Yuu greets him calmly. “Sorry if we’re in your way.”

“No, no, not at all.” Hatley waves his hand. “Just grabbin’ something for Andy. Your room nice?”

“Very. Yours?”

“I’m bunked with Andy, so I’ll let you decide that yourself.” The vice leader sighs as Yuu laughs at the image. “Laughin’ at my misery, are we?”

“Yeah.”

“Too cruel, Love.” Hatley glanced at the murderous look Rollo was giving him. “Well, I just stopped by for a chat. Lemme get goin’.” He departed with a wave and walked off.

“Stop that.” Yuu voiced once the vice leader was out of earshot.

“I didn’t say anything.” Rollo defended and turned back towards the array of food. “I just... he’s aggravating.”

“You say that about everyone.”

“Am I wrong in doing so?” He eyes the food with a raised eyebrow. “Is any of this good?”

“Grilled salmon.” Yuu voices as she reaches to put it on her plate. “And...” She trailed off as she walked down the line.

Rollo mentally sighs and adds whatever pasta is on the menu to his plate followed by the grilled salmon Yuu had just put on her plate. Once they had selected what they wanted, they joined the others at the table to see Grim picking clean the bones of whatever he had eaten.

“It is simply astounding how much he can pack away.” Skully said as he observed the direbeast.

“Him.” Rollo pointed at the pair across the table with his knife. “And them.”

Fellow blinked out of his food stupor as he placed his fork down and wiped his mouth clean. His plate, as well as Gidel’s, was clean.

“I was merely appreciating the quality of food.” Fellow defended as he eyed Rollo with a smirk on his face. “At least I EAT the food and don’t pick at it.”

“I do not pick at it.”

“Sorry, meant to say “Picky eater.”

“You-”

“Do not.” Yuu drank her water and stared at the two of them. “This is a vacation, not a fight. I don’t want any of you causing any trouble.”

“Of course.”

“Fine, fine.” Fellow flicked his tail and drank the rest of his soda. “Actually, I got a dare for you, Ringleader.”

“....Should I be concerned given that it is coming from you after all.” Rollo stares at him as he finishes his salmon.

“Nah, nah. I wanna see how long you last without being glued to Beastmaster Homura’s side.”

Rollo blinks. “Excuse me?”

“You two are ALWAYS together.” Fellow explains. “She hardly has any time to herself-”

“Fellow.” Yuu warned.

“-And it’s about time you make new friends!”

“...I’m making friends.” Rollo tried to defend himself.

“Regardless, my point stands. So, for the next week outside of returning to the room and us eating, you need to be on your own and away from Beastmaster.”

“....” Rollo narrowed his eyes. “And if I win?”

“....I’ll clean the bathrooms with no complaining for a week.”

“Three weeks.”

“A week and a half.”

“Two weeks.”

“Deal-”

“Hold on.” Yuu interrupted them before they could shake hands. “What happens if he can’t do it?”

“....” Fellow smirked. “He has to wear a goat onesie and post it to Magicam.”

Rollo’s immediately turned red and he glared daggers at the snickering fox beastman. “Not on your life nor in a thousand years will you get me to wear that.”

“Then you better win.” He held his hand out. “Shake on it?”

“.....” Rollo shook his hand and Yuu let out a sigh before getting up from the table.

“I’ll leave you boys to explore the rest of the ship.” She gave Rollo a kiss on his cheek as she departed. “We’ll meet back up at six for dinner!”

“Gideon and I are going to check the arcade.” Gidel took off out of the dining room while Fellow put their plates away and followed after him.

“I’m gonna go find Ace and Deuce!” Grim jumped from the table.

“You are more than welcome to join Sebek and I if you wish, Master Rollo.” Skully smiled as he extended his invitation, which Rollo rejected with a shake of his head. “Alright. I’ll see you at dinner then.” He soon departed and left the vice leader of Ramshackle at the table.

Rollo sighed and got up to put away his own plate only to pause as a shadow was suddenly cast over him. He didn’t dare look behind him as he spotted the horns attached to said shadow.

“Flamme. Would you like to accompany me in exploring the vessel?”

#twisted wonderland #twst fic #cruise of a lifetime #yuu homura #rollo flamme #fellow honest #twst grim #twst gidel #skully j graves #malleus draconia #twst oc #twst rsa

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puck-luck · 2 months ago

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Hi Andy, congrats on the one year anniversary! I’d like to order an Americano with whipped cream for Nico Hischier. Dom Nico 🥵

not so porn without plot! but definitely still worth the read...

(this is two nearly-identical requests for the celly in one, so that's why it's nearly 2k <3)

(thank you dom!nico)

It has been well documented on your Human Resources form that you and Nico started dating long before you both started at this company. You’ve been together for years, since your stint abroad in Switzerland as a sophomore in college, where you’d met Nico. He was the hot, foreign, older boy that you’d met in a dark club and seen again on campus the following week. He’d had plans to move to New York when he graduated, so that made six months of long distance manageable enough for a 23 and 20 year old.

Nico started at this firm first, then rose to a managing position by the time you joined after graduating yourself at 22. Now, at 26, he’s the youngest president in company history, overseeing all foreign accounts. You weren’t surprised when Nico had told you about the promotion, but it was a shame that he’d be working harder than before. In the year since you’d started working in the adjacent division to Nico, you’d been able to eat lunch with him almost daily and pop by his office when you both had a free moment.

When he’d started as president, the lunches had mostly gone away because he’d been doing overtime to make sure he adapts to the role well. You rarely popped by because when you did, he was either in a meeting or on the phone. Well, that or, as his new assistant would say, he was busy. No details. Just ‘busy.’

It had taken a toll on you, but Nico has finally adjusted. It’s been almost three months since he obtained this position. Your home life was never as rocky as your relationship with Nico at work, so you hadn’t had to salvage that. It’s just when he’s stuck in his office that you get frustrated with him.

Like now, when you’ve been waiting outside of his office for thirty minutes, watching the hands on the clock tick well past the end of the work day.

You bite the inside of your cheeks and stand, folding your coat over your arm and raising the other to knock on Nico’s office door.

“Come in,” Nico calls. His voice sends a prickle through the hair on the back of your neck, reminding you of the times he’s given you commands in your home, ones that you always scramble to obey.

Pushing the door open, you catch sight of Nico. There are papers scattered over his desk and keyboard, sticky notes on the edges of the computer, and you can tell that he’s been running his fingers through his hair all day. He’s gathering the papers in a very random order, in your opinion, paying little mind to the person who is interrupting him. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up to his elbows and his tie is looser than it was this morning when you parted ways. You pause, suddenly struck with how authoritative, dominant, and sexy Nico looks.

“What is it?” he asks without looking at you, grabbing another paper and stacking it on top of the bunch in his hand. When you don’t answer, he does look up, and a soft smile transforms his expression. “Hey, schatz. Is it time to go already?”

You’re starstruck by his appearance, especially now that he’s looking at you. There’s a bit of dampness between your legs from something so simple and in an instant, you decide you have to have him.

He looks at the little clock at the corner of his computer screen and raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh,” he says. “I got caught up in these documents, baby. I didn’t realize how late it was. Let’s go.” He stands from his chair and reaches for his suit jacket, abandoning the papers right where they are.

Nico slides his hand over the small of your back when he gets close enough, bending down to kiss you. “You okay?” Nico asks.

“Fine,” you reply. Your voice comes out all squeaky when you speak, which makes you cringe, pressing your lips together in embarrassment and closing your eyes. You shake it off and open your eyes again, attempting a smile at Nico, but it’s weak.

He scrutinizes you with his deep gaze, always in tune with your body even when you’re trying to hide your need for him. Nico’s lips break into a smirk when you finally meet his eyes. “Someone’s thinking dirty thoughts,” he teases you with unwavering certainty.

You’d deny it, but what’s the use? Nico already has you pegged. Instead, you shiver under his touch and press closer, putting your hands on the buckle of his belt and looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Nico looks down at you and chuckles, the tip of his tongue touching his sharp canines. “What’s gotten into you? You can’t wait until we’re home and I can put you to bed, make sure you’re comfortable?”

“You look so handsome, sir,” you reply in a breathy voice. “And I know you’re such a good boss. Will you give me some tasks to complete? I promise you’ll be satisfied.”

Nico looks delighted and amused by your proposition, if his grin is anything to go by. “You want me to order you around,” he says, in other words.

You nod, moving your fingers over his belt with the intention of unbuckling it and dropping to your knees.

“Hm, I think that would be too easy for you,” Nico says, taking your hands from his belt and bringing them to your sides. “Why don’t you do something a little harder for me?”

He leads you back to his desk, sitting down in his office chair. His legs are spread and his dress pants do nothing to hide his bulge.

You swallow hard and stand before Nico, waiting for him to divulge exactly what it is he wants you to do.

Nico takes your hips in his hands and guides you between his legs, your back to him. He pulls you down so that you can sit on his clothed cock. His voice washed over the back of your neck. “Get these papers out of the way, okay? Put them in a neat stack. Don’t wiggle too much.”

Surely that’s not it, but you get to work. You abstain from putting these documents in the same pile Nico had made, instead opting to make a second for him to spread out tomorrow morning and continue filing in his strange, random method. He doesn’t make it easy for you, keeping his hands on your hips and grinding your behind against his hard length. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning and letting him know how affected you are.

Once finished, you sink back into Nico’s grasp. He looks around your body and tells you to push the keyboard out of the way, which you do, and then you find yourself laying flat over the hard wood before you.

Nico leans over your bent form, standing behind you now. He flips your skirt up, exposing your soaked panties. The heat between your legs is throbbing and that only becomes harder to bear when Nico rubs two fingers along your slit, tracing the fabric that is stained with your slick.

“Is this what you wanted?” Nico asks rhetorically. “You want your boss to bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless?”

He’s not your boss, you work in different divisions, but you latch onto the game he’s playing. It’s the same one you teased when you asked him for orders, touching his belt.

Nico reaches under you and fondles your breasts, pinching your nipples through the thin fabrics of your blouse and bra. “Such a naughty girl, walking around in these see-through blouses and short skirts. I’ve seen the way you look at me and I know you dress like this just for me. You want me to use you.”

His talk makes it very hard to hold any moans back, your lips falling open and breath escaping you.

Nico tugs your panties down carefully, so carefully. They pool around your ankles and he drops a kiss at the base of your spine before straightening, the sound of his belt clinking and pants unzipping.

Your thighs are tense, body vibrating with pent up energy. Nico is so good at everything he does and dominating you is no different. He’s so at home with the fact that he’s got you bare below the waist and presented on his desk.

You hear him spit into his hand and pump his cock. You don’t have to look back to know that it’s thick and the tip is red, precum gathering at his slit and sliding down his length. The spit makes it easier for his hand to move, to peel his foreskin back, and he makes a point to run his cockhead through your folds before he even considers thrusting inside.

“Do you touch yourself and think about me?” he asks you. “Think about your boss filling you with his cock?”

You whimper, clenching around his tip as it enters your pussy with a pop. “Please, sir,” you beg. “Please fuck me. I need it.”

“You need it,” Nico repeats, bursting with dark pride. “I bet you came all over those pretty fingers of yours before you came in here, didn’t you? Fingered yourself right at your desk where anyone could see, not caring if they did because you had to be ready for me.”

You didn’t. “Yes, sir,” you agree. “Wanted to be ready for you to use.”

“My fucktoy,” Nico murmurs. He lays a hand on your ass and drives forward. “Pussy’s so tight, so perfect.”

No words are able to leave you, only moans. As his thrusts intensify and his fingertips dig into your skin, your world goes spotty and starry. Nico pulverizes you, not a thought spared for your comfort, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. In your mind’s eye, you can see the sweat beading on his hairline and the grip his teeth have on his bottom lip. You see his tie thrown over his shoulder just to get it out of the way, shirttails long enough to soak up the slick flying between your squelching bodies as Nico moves rapidly, filling and emptying you. He moves so quick that it’s impossible to adjust to one feeling, the fullness or the emptiness, and his sweat splatters over your behind in a staunch marking.

“You’re mine,” Nico tells you in a growl. “Mine to use, mine to please. All the other men in this office are going to know it, baby. I want you to scream my name when you come.”

He continues pumping, assessing the strength of your walls around him as he chases his own pleasure. Nico fucks you hard, his desk shifting and nameplate falling from the surface while he chases the orgasm that has come into reach. He seizes it with both hands, bruising your hip and your behind with the force of his touch, and he commands you to come. He commands you to come undone, to let him feel you unravel around him.

Your vision is white, body thrumming, and you feel like you can’t catch your breath. You come so hard that you’re lax on the desk, letting your full weight fall on the strong wood, and you feel disconnected from yourself as Nico draws from your heat and tucks himself away.

His thick fingers brush your hair out of your face and caress your cheek.

You look at him out of the corner of your eye, knowing how flushed and ruined you must look.

Nico smiles and drops a kiss on your cheek. He slaps your ass playfully. “Let’s get out of here before the security guard does his evening sweep. I’ll drive.”

#1 year of puck-luck!#andy writes anything🍄#nico hischier #nico hischier smut #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier fanfiction #nh blurb #nh13 #nhl smut

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rdmasevi · 2 months ago

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—Main Masterlist —

🎬 Movies 🎬

—Sinners ( 2025 )

Bloodlines & Blues - Stack and Smoke x reader fem (poly relationship)

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Blood & Blues - Stack × Reader fem (OC Vampire, Sister of Remmick)

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The Long Night - Remmick x Reader fem ( Dark romance )

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The One Who Asked - Remmick x Reader fem

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Crimson Pact - Smoke and Stack x Reader fem ( Vampire )

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Salt and Smoke - Smoke and Stack x Reader fem

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—Scream

Kill For You - Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Reader (Poly)

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- Twilight Saga

Crimson Bonds - Volturi Kings ( Aro, Marcus, Caius ) x Reader Male ( Bella’s Brother )

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Midnight Belongs To Us - Edward Cullen x Reader Fem

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Yours in the Shadows - Edward Cullen x Reader fem

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No Longer a Secret - Carlisle Cullen x Reader Male

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Two Stars in the Same Sky - Alec Volturi x Reader Fem ( Renesmee’s Twin Sister )

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In Their Eyes - Male Reader x Carlisle, Edward, Jasper, Emmett

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Like Fire and Venom - Jacob Black x Reader Male ( Red Eyed Vampire )

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Crimson Throne - Volturi Kings x Male reader ( Vampire )

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Sunlight in the Rain - Bella Swan x Reader Fem

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- House of Wax

Mirror Scars - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem, Vincent Sinclair x Reader Fem

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In the Wax and the Wound - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem

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Waxed in Silence - Bo Sinclair x Reader Fem

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- The Conjuring

The Devil in Her Room - Lorraine Warren x Fem!Succubus Reader | NSFW (18+) |

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Marked - Ed and Lorraine Warren x Reader Fem

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- It ( Pennywise )

Only You Taste Right - Pennywise (Bill Skarsgård) x Reader Fem

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His Favorite Fear - Pennywise (Bill Skarsgård) x Reader Fem

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🎬 Tv Shows🎬

— Shadowhunters

- Being Clary's sister and in love with Jace, but he love's Clary

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- The Gifted

- Dating Andy Strucker would include

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- Hannibal

A Taste of You - Hannibal Lecter x Reader Fem

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- The Vampire Diaries

Bite the Hand - Stefan Salvatore x Reader Fem ( Vampire, Humanity Off )

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His Eyes, Not Alaric’s- Klaus (in Alaric’s body) x Reader Fem

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You Shouldn't Matter - Klaus x Reader Fem

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- House of the Dragon

Fire Remembered - Aemond Targaryen x Reader Male ( Aemond’s twin brother)

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- Shameless

Glass Hearts and Whiskey Truths - Ian and Mickey x Reader Male

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Not Left Behind - Ian and Mickey x Reader Male

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🏎️Formula 1🏎️

Off the Track, Into the Arena - Danniel Ricciardo x Male Reader ( Bull Rider )

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Slipstream - Max Verstappen x Male Reader ( Ex Driver )

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Cowboy in the Paddock - Lando Norris x Male Reader ( Cowboy )

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Backstage at the Paddock - Max Verstappen x Reader Fem ( Kpop Idol )

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Checkered Hearts - Lando Norris x Reader Male ( Kpop Idol )

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You’re…Not A Fan? - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Ni-ki ( ENHYPEN )

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Red Flags & Rose-Tints - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Sunoo ( ENHYPEN )

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Crash Course in You - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Sunghoon ( ENHYPEN )

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Out of His League - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Heeseung ( ENHYPEN )

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Between the Lines - Max and Charles x Reader Male

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He Doesn’t Know Who I Am - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Jungwon ( ENHYPEN )

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Wrong Turn, Right Timing - Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver ) x Jake ( ENHYPEN )

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🎤 K-pop🎤

- ENHYPEN

Ain’t My First Rodeo - Ni-ki x Reader Male ( Cowboy )

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You’re…Not A Fan? - Ni-ki x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Red Flags & Rose-Tints - Sunoo x Reader Male ( Formula l 1 Driver )

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Crash Course in You - Sunghoon x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Out of His League - Heeseung x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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He Doesn’t Know Who I Am - Jungwon x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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Wrong Turn, Right Timing - Jake x Reader Male ( Formula 1 Driver )

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- BTS

Burning For You - Jungkook x Reader Male ( Firefighter )

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Crush à la Carte - Jimin x Reader Male ( Chef )

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The Rest Stop - Namjoon x Reader Male ( Chef )

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Special on the Menu - Jungkook x Reader Male ( Chef )

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Mafia AU - BTS Mafia AU Main Masterlist

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#masterlist #x reader #x male reader #reader #tv shows #tv series #movies #horror x reader #horror #poly romance #dark romance #romance #shadowhunters #shadowhunters x reader #the gifted #scream x reader #scream movie #sinners x reader #sinners 2025

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knivesandteeth · 6 months ago

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I keep hearing how different Andy and Sid's voices sound. I mean partially it's just it's been twenty plus years but I just think people need to also realise lower decks has VERY different pacing to ds9. It's a short, punchy cartoon designed to keep your attention and that 30 minute épisode was stacked with plot. By comparison ds9 episodes are twice the length with twice the number of episodes, allowing for a slower pace and Performance™.

#star trek #ds9 #garashir #julian bashir #elim garak #as always blame paramount and the producers #lower decks

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milksockets · 1 year ago

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'stacked stone' wales, 1980 in a collaboration with nature - andy goldsworthy (1990)

#my scan #andy goldsworthy #nature

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joshslater · 1 year ago

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Emergency Model

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"Excuse me, what's your shoe size?"

Bewildered I looked around to find the man who asked the random question, like out of that old episode of Monty Python. Off to the side, almost behind me, was a thirty-ish man in polo shirt, jeans, and glasses with plastic rims that looked purposefully selected to make him look like a film director or architect. He looked unsure or stressed. "Eight, eight and a half. Who's asking?"

Immediately he brightened up. "Hello. I'm Ben Atkinson, " he said and extended his hand. "We're making a photo shoot of the supplemental collection of sporting clothes," he continued without waiting for me to shake it. "It's all for the online shop, so simple stuff. White background, a few poses." Tentatively I shook his hand. "Pretty fast rotation of models. Unfortunately one of them has called in sick. You have the right look, but more importantly the right build and size."

"Uhum," I answered, sensing where this was going. It was a Saturday morning, and I was on my way to meet up with some friends at Wayland's Deli.

"This is quite sudden, but we are on a tight deadline. If you're willing to model for us I'll give you twice the normal rate."

"Ok," I said, not waiting to hear what the normal rate was. I'm sure Stuart would not stop giving me grief about it for the rest of the year, but I would technically be a photo model which wouldn't be a negative in Sarah's eyes. Turned out that it would also be double my monthly earnings as well, so maybe I could shut Stuart up as well.

We entered the building, which apparently was an office space that had been taken over for the day for the shoot. There were racks of clothes everywhere, lots of people with iPads tracking what item was where, who should wear it, and in what conference room they should shoot it. It was bustling with activity. After some exchange of information with Ben, and signing papers, I was handed over to a conference room turned makeup and styling studio. Most of the furniture was stacked in one corner and the floor was covered by transparent plastic that had been rolled out. To one side was a table with lots of makeup tools and bottles and stuff I wouldn't know how to use, except maybe the hand mirror and the scissors, and even that I'm not confident with. A pair of strong LED lamps on stands lit a chair placed at the center of the plastic.

"I'm Julia, pleased to meet you. So you are the last one," said the stylist, carefully surveying me and in particular my face and hair. "We're short on time, so we have to work quickly. Are you ok with a buzz cut and tight fade?" Not what I would have chosen, but it's starting to get warm outside and it's only hair. I'd be back to my current length after the summer. "Sure."

She seated me in the chair and began the work with a corded trimmer, and soon a flurry of detail work with smaller trimmers and some of her tools from the table. Probably took her about ten minutes for the haircut. Then some time with a straight razor blade and a tweezer to pluck and shave all over my face and then arms. I told her that this was all new to me, having literally just been picked from the street. She reassured me that there wasn't much to it. Just be no-nonsense about it. Take whatever the stylist decides, change clothes quickly, do the poses the photographer asks for, and repeat.

"All done," she said and handed me the hand mirror as if I had any say in this. I looked so different than just moments before. The hair was shorter than I've ever had it, with a razor sharp fringe line. The fade on the sides was basically just an inch tall from the head and down the temple, then skin tight down, and presumably the same around the back of the head as well. The total amount of hair I was left with could fit a shot glass. "If you go down the corridor to the break room there is a shower in the bathroom there. Ask Andy outside to let you in. Take a quick rinse to get rid of stray hairs, change into these, put your stuff in one of the plastic boxes there, and come back to me for a final touch-up." She handed me a pair of white briefs and white socks. I hesitated a bit, and she was quick to jump ahead of my thoughts. "Everyone around here are used to see gorgeous bodies without clothes. Act as if it is normal, because to us it is. You can't be self-conscious. Oh, and Andy is the only one with a key, so your valuables are safe." Another boy showed up at the door saying he needed a new application. I told Julia thanks and went to look for Andy.

Andy unlocked the door to the office lunch room for me and I did as Julia had told me. I stripped naked and put everyting, clothes, wallet, phone, keys, shoes, into one of the plastic boxes, wrote my name on it with a whiteboard marker and placed it next to all the other boxes. Eight boxes in total. I went into the bathroom, took a 90 seconds shower, and dried myself off with one of the towels from the pile. I put on the briefs and socks, had Julia apply her things to me, and within ten minutes I was dressed in Nike shoes, joggers, and a fleece hoodie, being ordered by a photographer who didn't have time to introduce himself to look left, turn around, put my hands in my pockets, pull up the hood, sit down on the floor, and on and on. Then out change, and back with the next item.

It was going non-stop since they were behind on my stuff, so I had barely time to talk to anyone. There wasn't any proper lunch break either, just a protein bar together with two of the other models, Mark and Andrew. At first they thought it was funny that I had just been snatched off the street for the shoot, but when I told them how much more money I got they were like "fuck you, go back to work". Well the break was over anyway, so I don't know how serious they were.

It continued with item after item, until I realized I was the only model left. The others had taken off without saying goodbye, not that we had any relation. People were moving things out of the office, and when I asked about the hurry they said there was a firm deadline when they had to be out so the cleaning crew could put everything back to a working office again. I could feel the pressure as it was my item changes that held up everyone. I swapped into a pair of MRKNTN underwear that probably was like half a size too small but decided to just power through with the shoot. As soon as the last photo had been taken, they started to dismantle the light rigs. As I walked back to the lunch room I could see that most of the clothes racks were gone. The makeup room was back to looking like a conference room. I couldn't find Andy anywhere though, and the lunch room with my stuff was still locked. I wanted my stuff for sure, but more importantly I wanted to get out of the underwear that kept squeezing and chafing. I couldn't go more than 30 seconds without having my hands down the joggers to adjust them.

Ben wasn't anywhere to be seen either. I asked one of the remaining people and he said they had all left, working on getting all the stuff back and preparing the "delivery pipeline" for the photos. Probably Andy had checked off everyone from his list, and it was printed before I was recruited. "Just keep the clothes you have on and you can come back here Monday and pick up your stuff," he said.

Fuck.

No point in hanging around any longer. Everyone wanted to leave as soon as possible, so I just left and headed towards the bus stop. It was getting late and with no phone on me I couldn't call home and say what was going on.

Fuck.

I didn't have anything to pay the bus fare with. I could perhaps go back to the office building and see if I could catch anyone exiting, use their phone, and call for someone to pick me up. But there was no telling if and when I would get hold of anyone. Just walking back there would make me miss the next bus, so that would set me back at least an hour. I could just as well ask someone else to use their phone. Or perhaps ask them to cover the bus fare.

That's when I saw them, a little bit further down the street, past the bus stop. Six boys huddled at the corner, talking and messing around as if no one else was around. One had a bike. All of them dressed in the kind of clothes I had spent all day modeling in, track suits, hoodies, trainers. All of them were smoking. I figured I'd have as good a chance with them as with anyone else now, looking the way I looked.

As I was getting closer one of them alerted the others and they had some kind of conversation about me. "Hello, excuse me. Could I borrow money for the bus fare from any of you?" There was a second of silence before a mixed snicker erupted, and one of them answered "No, bruv. I don't think so."

I don't know why, but for some reason I was mortified by how I had been dismissed. I could feel my face turning red, so I quickly turned away from them to make my way back to the bus stop, without any plan of what to do next.

"Oi, bruv!" I heard from behind me. Looking back at them I could see three boys had gotten up and were heading my way. "Callum's grafting down at the barber's for some extra quid and need someone to practice on. What if he can do some practice while we cover the fare and take you home safely? Fair, innit?"

"I barely have any hair," I said and let my hand touch my fresh skin fade, almost shocking myself with how radically different it felt.

"Won't be much of a nick then, bruv."

He was right. There wasn't much he could ruin. I had only a few millimeters of hair so in the worst case scenario I could shave completely and it would be back within the week.

"Good lad. A deal innit."

"Yes," I said, unsure if it was expected. The guy who had spoken and Callum flanked me while the third lad walked behind me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and body spray. After a silent moment the guy spoke again, introducing himself as Iwan and the third guy as Rob, and asked where I lived. I gave him the bus stop, Hillside Garden North, about 18 minutes ride. Would have been busy during the week, but at weekends there wouldn't be many on the bus.

We didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive, but instead of entering by the driver they all bunched up again with me in the middle and entered through the exit doors as a single unit. Then they quickly moved to the back of the bus and pushed me into a seat next to Callum, facing Iwan and Rob in the furthest back seat. I half expected the driver to say something over the speakers, but there was barely a delay, if any, before the bus was moving as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I looked at Iwan with perhaps a bit of surprise and he just shrugged as if to say "what did you expect? That the driver would confront us?"

Then he nodded at Callum next to me, backpack in his lap, who answered "Aye" and got up. He placed the bag on the seat and positioned himself right in front of me, one leg on either side of mine, his knees hitting the edge of the seat, and his left hand grabbing the rail behind me. It felt both imposing and intimate. He opened the backpack and rummaged around with his right hand until he found a small trimmer in a zip-lock bag.

He opened it with both hands and threw the plastic bag into the backpack. Then he looked out and waited for the bus to drive on straight and even road before he turned the trimmer on. Then slowly he moved it in an arched line from my temple and along the side of my head until he reached the neck. Then he studied for a few seconds before he made a few additional buzzes along the same line.

"Not bad, innit?" he said while shifting his body so Iwan and Rob could see. "Fucking mint, mate," Iwan answered.

Then he turned on the trimmer again and unexpectedly extended the line by buzzing my eyebrow for a few seconds. I hadn't even considered my eyebrows. Callum reached into his backpack again to put the trimmer in the zip-lock, but without moving his feet so his body pressed even closer to me. While I couldn't see much, I could certainly feel his body spray filling my nostrils while I felt my eyebrows with my fingers. I guess there would be a lot to explain to mother anyway, so this would just be yet another detail.

I could just see it for a fraction of a second. It looked like a small glue gun in off-white plastic. Then before I could realize what it was it was pressed against my ear, it made a snapping sound, and I felt a sharp pain. "What the!" I said, more in surprise than pain.

"18G piercing. Hurts more, heals slower, but much better," Callum offered, as if it was the type of piercing that was in question, not that he had done it at all. He reloaded the piercing gun and I struggled with what to do. Just take it like the first one? Why should I? But then one piercing was the real threshold. Once you pass that, two is if anything better than one. This would soon be over anyway.

He was just as quick with the second one as the first one. "These need to stay in 30 days, you hear me?" he said, still standing essentially on top of me. "Yes, I understand," I said with a sinking feeling of all the implications. He put the gun back into the bag and went searching for something again. Finally he pulled out some sort of pliers, then held my earlobe with one hand while doing something with the pliers with the other. "Making sure they don't fall off," he explained before sitting down again on his seat. I could see Iwan and Rob again, and booth looked pleased. Iwan looked absolutely chuffed. "Fucking proper, innit" he said and pat me hard on the shoulder. "Fucking proper."

After than Iwan opened up and started to ask me all kinds of questions, starting with my name, which I realized I hadn't given him when he presented everyone. I was soon giving the highlights of the day as a photo model until we arrived my stop. To my surprise everyone got off with me. "Said we would take you home safe." We continued to chat all the way home and it turned out me Iwan and Rob had the same taste in electronic music while Callum was more of a rock guy.

"Ok, this is my stop," I said once we reached my house. "Meet us Monday, same time and place," Iwan said. "What?" "You owe us £2 for the bus, bruv." "But..." "You going back on our deal?" "No, I'll come by." "And wear the same clothes. Underwear too." "No! I have classes." "You'll figure it out, bruv." Callum opened his backpack again and tossed something to Iwan. "And use this," he said and handed over a can of Lynx Jungle body spray. "What if I don't? What if I don't do any of that?" "Where you live isn't a secret, innit? See you Monday, bruv."

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