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you're my favorite kind of night - karina x fem!reader

⤷ stripper!karina x g!p femreader

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⤷ content warning: sex sex sex (minors dni), smut with plot, penis & vagina, oral sex (Karina receiving), 18+ story, seduction and maybe a little toxic (?)

⤷ I'm kinda bad at describing sex scenes wtf and this is a long ass chapter!!

Seated in the quieter part of the strip club, Karina perched on a high stool, leaning lazily against the bar. Her cocktail sat half-finished in front of her, the ice melting into the amber liquid. The red and purple hues from the club’s dim lights painted her skin in soft, shifting colors as she stared at the neatly arranged bottles of whiskey and wine on the glass shelves.

The faint thrum of heavy bass pulsed through the walls, vibrating beneath her feet, settling into her bones. It was a constant reminder that this club, this life, was hers. Co-owning a strip club was insane, exhausting, unpredictable. But she had to admit, she found joy in it.

It was still early, just past 5 PM. The club wasn’t alive yet, only a few patrons scattered around, nursing drinks before the real crowd poured in. Outside, people were still stuck in traffic, wrapping up their 9-to-5 lives, while inside, the DJ played soft, ambient beats to warm up the place.

A week since that night, the stunt Y/N pulled, the shattered whiskey glass, and the sex that followed.

Maybe, just maybe, she missed her. Or maybe she just missed fucking her.

The way Y/N moved, fluid and confident, sending shivers down her spine. The weight of her touch was possessive, greedy like she owned every inch of Karina’s body.

Karina swallowed hard, the thought igniting something deep in her stomach. Her skin still tingled at the memory of Y/N’s fingers tangled in her hair, knuckles buried deep inside her.

A sharp tap of boots against the floor cut through her haze. Someone was approaching.

A man in a dark suit stopped beside her, clutching a brown A4-sized envelope. Without a word, he bowed slightly before extending it toward her.

Karina exhaled slowly, turning to face him. Probably one of her employees. She accepted the envelope, her grip firm but her expression unreadable.

Karina barely spared him a glance as she accepted it, her fingers tracing over the rough paper. "Good work. Everything I need is in here, right?" Her voice was smooth, measured, but there was an edge to it, something that smelled of an excitement.

The man offered a slight smile and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Yoo. Everything you need is in there," he confirmed, his response short and efficient. With another respectful bow, he turned on his heels and disappeared into the club.

Karina sat still for a moment, staring at the envelope.

Then, with a slow inhale, she reached for her cocktail and downed the rest in one go. The burn of vodka mixed with apple slid down her throat, the sting settling into her chest.

She let out a quiet laugh, a breathy exhale, before leaning her cheek against her palm. Her fingers tapped lightly against the bar, eyes still fixed on the envelope in front of her.

"Think I might be crazy..." She pursed her lips, bracing herself, willing herself to open it. But she just kept staring.

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A sleek, glossy black Peugeot sedan rolled to a smooth stop beside a weathered, faint brown building, a breakfast joint, now shuttered for the night. A few stragglers wandered along the quiet street under the soft glow of streetlights. The air was crisp, neither too warm nor biting cold. A typical night.

11:34 PM.

The chauffeur exited the vehicle and opened the passenger door.

Karina stepped out, the sharp sound of her red-bottomed pumps slicing through the stillness. A dark brown, ankle-length coat draped her figure like a second skin, flaring ever so slightly at her calves as she moved.

In her hand, she carried a brown paper bag housing a Château Lafite 1869 and a small bouquet of red, white, and pink roses. Her eyes lifted toward the towering glass-clad building ahead, a slow smirk curling on her lips.

“Do you need me to walk you there, Ms. Yoo?” the chauffeur offered politely.

Karina turned, suppressing the growing excitement with a subtle purse of her lips. "It's fine. I’ll handle it myself," she replied, voice calm and deliberate.

She stepped back from the car, heels clicking confidently on the pavement. "Stay alert. I may call you later to take me home," she added without looking back.

“Yes, ma’am,” the chauffeur nodded as Karina strode away, fully focused.

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Karina’s steps were measured, precise. Every movement radiated purpose, as if this night had been carved into her bones. She moved through the empty sidewalk like a woman on a mission, her mind sharp and her thoughts singular.

When she reached the entrance, she pressed her hand against the cool glass door, pushing it open with a smooth motion.

Inside, the lobby was pristine, marble floors, soft lighting, and the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air.

At the reception desk sat a young woman, perfectly poised but visibly inexperienced, eyes flickering up to Karina with a polite, almost cautious smile.

“Good evening, miss. May I ask if you’re visiting someone tonight?”

Karina's stride didn’t falter as she approached the desk, movements fluid and deliberate. Her towering presence, magnified by the length of her coat and the confident arch of her brow sent an unspoken message before she even spoke.

Karina leaned in slightly, voice lowered to a velvet hum, eyes locked on the receptionist with quiet dominance. “Penthouse 114,” she said, her tone somewhere between a command and a whisper.

The receptionist blinked, straightening in her chair. “Ah, I… don’t see your name on the guest list for 114 tonight.” Her voice wavered faintly.

Karina smiled, slow and deliberate. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well,” she murmured, setting the paper bag and bouquet gently onto the counter, “I wasn’t asked to make a reservation. I was asked to come.” She made sure to make the statement.

The receptionist shifted uncomfortably.

Karina’s eyes glinted. “Would you like me to call the penthouse owner myself and explain why their guest is being held at the door?” Karina's tone was faux and borderline threatening.

It was subtle but suffocating, the way Karina’s voice never rose above a gentle murmur yet pressed firmly against the receptionist’s nerves like a blade against skin.

The receptionist’s throat bobbed with a small swallow. “N-no, that won’t be necessary, Ms…?”

“Yoo,” Karina filled in smoothly, her lips tugging upward in a way that felt both reassuring and threatening.

The receptionist exhaled quietly, cheeks flushing. “My apologies, Ms. Yoo,” she stammered. “The elevator is yours.” She gestured awkwardly toward the glass doors behind her.

Karina gathered the bouquet and wine once more, her smirk deepening. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, before sauntering past the desk.

Her heels echoed with deliberate grace, her figure cutting through the pristine lobby like she owned it.

Inside the elevator, Karina let out a soft breath, eyes dark as they settled on her reflection. The weight of anticipation, of craving, pulled at her every step.

And tonight, she wouldn’t be leaving empty-handed.

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The sharp buzz of the doorbell echoed through the quiet hum of the penthouse. Y/N barely registered it, eyes glued to the dense paperwork littering her desk. The company was going through major restructuring by summer—new positions, new alliances, and new problems she’d need to clean up.

The doorbell buzzed again, more impatient this time.

Clicking her tongue, Y/N sighed and pushed back her chair. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants as she shuffled through the dimly lit living room, indoor slippers making soft sounds on the dark hardwood floors. The place was bathed in deep shadows and warm ambient lighting, oozing understated luxury.

Her black tee clung slightly to her frame, and her glasses were perched lazily on the bridge of her nose. Late-night visitors weren’t exactly common, and curiosity tugged at her.

Ignoring the video intercom by the door, she simply unlocked it and swung it open.

Her eyes traveled from the red-bottomed pumps up to the sharp curve of the hips hidden beneath a long, dark brown coat, and finally to that familiar face, framed by waves of midnight hair.

Y/N froze. “Karina?” she breathed, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The faintest smirk tugged at Karina’s lips, smug, knowing, dangerous. She didn’t answer immediately, choosing instead to push past Y/N with her shoulder, forcing the door open wider. The subtle bump of her body sent a shiver through Y/N, who stood motionless, caught between confusion and anticipation.

Karina’s heels echoed softly as she sauntered further into the penthouse, her eyes gliding over the pristine interior. Clean, expensive, and scented faintly of vanilla—the same scent she remembered clinging to Y/N’s skin after their last encounter.

She turned, gaze sharp and predatory as it roamed over Y/N, still standing awkwardly by the door. “Vice President energy,” Karina teased with a low chuckle, tossing Y/N a playful thumbs up. “I see that you're the rich who've got a taste.”

Y/N crossed her arms, trying to suppress the small excitement trying to crawl all over her body. “How do you know where I live, Karina?” Her voice held a thin edge of suspicion.

Karina’s dark eyes glittered with amusement. “Hmm… you’ve driven me home more than a few times. I figured it’s only fair.” She gave a casual shrug, dripping with faux innocence.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Except I asked for your address. You, what? Followed me? Dug up my personal records?”

Karina’s lips parted slightly, her smile wicked as if to say bingo. “Maybe I just have a vested interest,” she purred.

The tension was palpable now, heavy between them. Y/N’s pulse quickened as Karina casually placed the brown paper bag onto the marble-topped side table, revealing the bouquet of roses and a bottle of Château Lafite.

Y/N’s throat felt dry as she watched Karina, who stood there, eyes gleaming like a cat that had just cornered its prey.

Then Karina’s fingers slipped beneath the belt of her coat. Slowly, deliberately, she undid the buttons, one by one. The coat slipped from her shoulders like a second skin, pooling on the floor.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Karina stood there clad in dark red lingerie, intricate lace hugging her curves, leaving very little to the imagination.

“You look stupid,” Karina murmured, tilting her head. “Glasses, sweatpants... you weren’t expecting me.” She pouted as she threw the insults to Y/N's way.

Y/N felt her body tense, overwhelmed by the simmering tension radiating from the woman before her. Karina’s voice dropped, velvet and low. “It’s not sensible to feel this way, Y/N…”

And yet Y/N couldn’t look away.

Karina closed the gap between them in a few slow steps, her body grazing against Y/N’s. Her fingers reached up to pluck Y/N’s glasses from her face, letting them clatter to the floor with little care.

Karina tilted her head, eyes locked onto Y/N’s as if daring her to move away. She pressed her lips against Y/N’s, light, barely a whisper of a kiss then deepened it, tasting her like a long-lost craving.

Y/N staggered slightly as Karina’s hands gripped her tense shoulders, guiding her backward, mouth never leaving hers.

Karina smirked between kisses. “Bedroom’s this way, right?” she whispered against Y/N’s lips, voice dripping with dark amusement as she navigated through unfamiliar territory like she owned it.

Temptation incarnate, Karina wasn’t just here for a visit. She was here to devour.

Karina’s breath ghosted over Y/N’s lips as their eyes met—dark, heady, and laced with a tension neither wanted to break. The flicker of defiance in Karina’s gaze only fueled Y/N’s own possessive hunger. The distance between them was close enough that Y/N could feel the silky fabric of Karina’s lingerie brushing against her clothed skin.

Y/N’s fingers twitched at her sides, but Karina was the first to move, her hands trailing down Y/N’s chest before curling around the hem of the black tee. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted it up inch by inch, revealing the toned plane of Y/N’s stomach, the slow rise and fall of breath betraying the restraint Y/N was fighting to maintain.

Y/N’s muscles loosened, her thumb brushed Karina’s lower lip possessively before she leaned in to kiss her, slow and deliberate. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was claiming and it was an unspoken message. Karina moaned softly against Y/N’s lips, letting herself to be enveloped by Y/N's warmth.

Hands roamed, hungry. Y/N’s fingers brushed Karina’s bare thigh and she's standing there in nothing but that sinful dark red lingerie, Karina looked like a wicked dream. Lace clung to every perfect curve, accentuating her figure in a way that made Y/N’s control waver.

Karina’s fingers didn’t stay idle either. She dragged her nails lightly down Y/N’s stomach, teasing the waistband of the sweatpants. She hooked her thumbs in, tugging them just enough to tease the bulge pressing desperately against Y/N’s sweatpants.

The stripper pulled away a little and she grabbed Y/N's wrist firmly, leading the taller woman down the hall of the penthouse and finding the biggest room—the master bedroom, Karina twisted the door handle then pushing the door open and she shamelessly inviting the owner of the place to spend the night with her within these luxurious walls.

Grabbing Karina by the waist, Y/N hoisted her up, and Karina instinctively wrapped her legs around Y/N’s hips, gasping softly. Their mouths found each other again, kissing deeper this time—messy, consuming, as if they hadn’t touched in years instead of just days.

With Karina clinging to her, Y/N strode in further into the room and tossed Karina onto the bed, eliciting a soft yelp followed by a breathless laugh.

Karina propped herself up on her elbows, eyes gleaming as she watched Y/N strip off the rest of her clothes with a predatory grace. Karina’s gaze dropped to Y/N’s hardened length pressing through the briefs, and her breath hitched.

Y/N crawled onto the bed, hovering over Karina, but before she could touch her, Karina reached up and wrapped her fingers around the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling her down into another kiss. Their bodies molded together, bare skin meeting bare skin, heat radiating in waves.

Y/N’s hand slid beneath the stripper’s back, unclasping the rest of her bra and tossing it aside. Karina’s breath trembled when Y/N’s fingers grazed her chest before trailing lower, tracing along the lace waistband of Karina’s matching panties.

“Take it off,” Y/N commanded softly, voice velvet but edged with flaming desire.

Karina arched a brow, teasing, but obeyed. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shimmied out of the delicate fabric, tossing it toward the floor. Now completely bare beneath Y/N, she reached up and help to pull Y/N’s boxer down in one fluid motion, letting Y/N kick them off fully.

There was a beat where they just stared at each other with desire burning, resentment simmering beneath, and a dangerous affection neither could admit out loud.

Y/N’s lips ghosted over Karina’s jaw, down her neck, biting softly on the tender skin before kissing the spot she marked. Karina gasped, nails digging into Y/N’s back as Y/N’s length pressed heavily against her thigh.

“I want you to ruin me tonight,” Karina whispered shakily, surrendering to the chaos that only Y/N could stir in her.

Karina's fingers traced along the curves of Y/N's chest as she leaned in close, her breath hot against Y/N's neck. "Mmmm, you're looking so good," Karina purred, pressing soft kisses along Y/N's jawline. Y/N shivered at her touch, a familiar stirring growing in her loins.

Sliding a leg between Karina's thighs, Y/N gently ground her hips against the other girl's heat, eliciting a gasp. "You're already so wet for me," Y/N murmured, cupping one of Karina's perky breasts. Karina arched into the touch with a moan, grinding back against Y/N's hard bulge.

Y/N took a rosy nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak as her hand kneaded the other breast. Karina tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, holding her close. Her sighs were soft.

Y/N worked her way down Karina's body, kissing a trail over her soft stomach until she reached the edge of her waist. Karina lay bare before her, glistening folds already slick with arousal. Y/N couldn't wait any longer, she dived in and her tongue was gentle on the first lap. Her fingers pressed into Karina's flesh as she swirled her tongue around Karina's entrance—making the stripper exhaled out of pleasure.

"Fuck..." Karina moaned out while feeling Y/N's clever tongue swiping her folds and Karina's hand fisting in Y/N's hair as her hips bucked forward, right into Y/N's face. "You're so good at this, Y/N, oh fuck..." Her voice was shaky while she praised the woman below her.

Y/N licked and sucked at Karina's clit, alternating between firm pressure and feather-light flicks that had the midnight haired woman thrashing and begging for more. She drove two fingers knuckle-deep into Karina's slick heat, curling them just right to hit that special spot.

The stripper tapped Y/N's head to halt her and Y/N stopped, lift her head up to meet Karina's gaze and the look in her eyes were questioning Karina's intention this time without even the need to verbalize her question. Karina gestured Y/N with her finger to move up and their lips pressed again, meeting into a messy kiss and Karina tasted herself on Y/N's tongue.

Her tongue danced with Y/N's, exploring every crevice of her mouth. She could taste the sweetness of Y/N's lips, craving more with each passing second. Karina eventually was pressed back on the bed and Y/N got in between her legs as the kisses move down from the lips to Karina's neck.

With that, Y/N positioned herself between Karina’s legs, letting her length slide teasingly against her folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from the woman beneath her. Y/N’s lips pressed against Karina’s neck, voice deep and hungry.

“This is mine,” Y/N growled as she pushed inside, slow and deliberate, claiming every inch.

Karina’s moan filled the room, her back arching, nails clawing into Y/N’s skin as the mixture of pain and pleasure tangled deliciously between them.

Y/N began to move deep, rough, but steady as her body pressing Karina deeper into the mattress as she kissed her like she owned her, swallowing every sound, every gasp, every broken moan. Karina met every thrust with equal fervor, clinging to Y/N like her life depended on it.

The room smelled of vanilla and sex.

Tonight, neither of them cared who was right or wrong. All they wanted was this chaos, the pleasure, the control, the power struggle, and the quiet ache that hid beneath it all.

Y/N gritted her teeth as she pushed in deeper, the wet heat of Karina around her driving her halfway to madness. The way Karina clung to her, legs locked tight around Y/N’s waist, nails dragging red lines down her back, it was like a dare, a silent challenge for Y/N to push harder, take more.

Karina’s head tilted back, exposing her throat as moans spilled freely from her lips. Every slow grind of Y/N’s hips dragged a whimper from deep inside her, but Karina’s pride burned too hot to fully surrender.

“So slow,” Karina panted, voice dripping with provocation as her fingers fisted Y/N’s hair, tugging just enough to force Y/N to look her in the eyes. “I thought you were gonna ruin me.”

Y/N’s gaze darkened, and the next thrust was anything but slow—deep and unforgiving, knocking the breath from Karina’s lungs.

“Oh, fine say that, Karina.” Y/N growled, voice low and guttural as she pinned both of Karina’s wrists above her head, trapping her against the mattress.

Karina’s lips parted in a gasp, but her eyes are blazing with lust and a teasing glint that held no fear. Only invitation.

Y/N leaned down, mouth grazing the stripper’s ear, voice dripping with warning, “You’re mine tonight.”

Karina shivered beneath her, but her voice remained steady as she whispered, “Prove it.”

The words were gasoline on an already blazing fire.

Y/N shifted her grip, one hand still holding Karina’s wrists hostage, the other trailing down her side, fingers digging into soft flesh as she picked up a punishing pace. Each thrust rocked the bed frame, creaking beneath their wild momentum.

Karina whimpered, biting down on her lip to muffle her moans, but Y/N wasn’t having it. She dipped her head and licked a slow line along Karina’s neck before biting down, hard enough to sting.

“Let me hear you,” Y/N hissed.

And Karina did. She let go, voice breaking with a moan that trembled on the edge of a sob. The roughness, the restraint, the sheer dominance. It broke through every defense she’d put up.

“Y/N,” Karina gasped, her voice faltering as Y/N fucked her deeper, rougher.

Karina could feel herself unraveling, her mind clouding as her body melted beneath Y/N’s weight. Still, even with her breath catching and body aching with pleasure, Karina arched her hips defiantly, grinding herself harder against Y/N.

“I'm afraid you might actually like whatever we've been doing,” Karina taunted between breathless moans, that sharp tongue refusing to fully submit.

Y/N laughed bitterly, eyes narrowing as she released Karina’s wrists and flipped her over, pressing her chest into the mattress. Karina barely had time to catch her breath before Y/N gripped her hips and slammed back inside, stealing every ounce of oxygen from her lungs.

“Keep running your mouth,” Y/N snarled as she bent over, her hand tangling in Karina’s hair, yanking her head back so their faces were side by side. “I’ll keep fucking you until you can’t speak.”

Karina whimpered, her pride hanging on by a thread as Y/N’s pace grew merciless. Skin slapping against skin, the sharp sting of teeth grazing her neck, the commanding weight behind every movement, it was too much and not enough.

But underneath it all, there was that addictive thread of emotion, fraying quietly beneath the lust.

Y/N pressed a kiss to the shell of Karina’s ear, almost tender, even as her thrusts remained deep and bruising. “I don’t care how much you push me away,” Y/N murmured, voice strained but sincere. “You’re still mine when I fuck you like this.”

Karina bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, heart pounding. In this chaos, this dangerous push-and-pull, she felt alive and wanted.

Karina’s body trembled as she felt herself nearing the edge, and she gasped, “Y/N, don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Y/N promised, voice rough and breaking with her own nearing release.

Y/N’s grip on Karina’s hips tightened as she slammed harder, deeper, until Karina cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Y/N followed a heartbeat later, releasing deep inside her as she cursed against Karina’s skin, hips slowing as the aftershocks pulsed through them both.

They stayed like that, panting and tangled, bodies slick with sweat and trembling from how very intense their bodies connected within the dim, lavish walls.

Slowly, Y/N loosened her hold, brushing Karina’s hair away from her face as she pressed a kiss to her temple. Soft, reverent.

Karina turned her head slightly, eyes fluttering open as she met Y/N’s gaze. The fire between them hadn’t dimmed, but in the quiet aftermath, something softer flickered beneath the surface.

Neither said a word.

Probably the post-sex stuff getting to them.

Because in this moment, with bruises blooming beneath fingertips and hearts pounding too fast, words weren’t necessary.

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Jason definitely likes pop music, but since he’s all big and tuff now he acts like he listens to hard core screamo/metal. But he would die for Lady Gaga and has been a fan since Jaybin era.

And Dick also likes Lady Gaga, so he and Jason connected over there love of her and her music.

Jason dies, Dick mourns his Gaga lover brother, and such and such.

Eventually once he comes back and everything, Dick is very upset that Jason no longer listens to pop and goes searching through the brother archives.

The bats are having a family game night and Dick has scheduled a PowerPoint presentation to be shown.

Duke: “We’re not gonna learn anything, are we?”

Dick: “Yes, you will.”

Duke groans and Steph slumps into the couch cushions

Dick: “You all will learn of my tragic past.”

Everyone straightens up to listen, thinking it’s a serious trauma talk night

Dick turns on the screen and a picture of Lady Gaga appears: “Ahem, this is the story of how Ms Gaga impacted my life for good”

Jason, rolling his eyes: “I don’t want to listen to this. I’m leaving.” *Starts getting up*

Dick: “YOU STAY!” *Points a threatening finger in his direction*

Jason: *Slowly sits back town*

Tim, laughing at him

Dick: “AND YOU,” *turns to Tim* “shut up.”

Tim: ..

The bats sit through a presentation about how a lot of her songs really influenced Dick, and how he is forever grateful that she still does music

He clicks to the next slide titled “The Gaga Brothers”

Jason: “Fuck no. Don’t do this to me Dick”

Dick: *Clicks the next slide*

On the screen is a grainy early 2000’s styled music video staring young Dick and Jason. They both have on colorful shutter glasses and are back to back with their arms crossed.

There’s a silence in the video before young Dick speaks.

Young Dick: “Did you hit play?”

Young Jason: “Oh, hold on.” *Goes off screen and clicks a button*

They hit their pose again as Poker Face starts to play

Jason sits in embarrassment as everyone watches them dance around and lip sync.

Now, every time Red Hood enters the scene in a fight or patrol, someone starts playing Poker Face over the comms. Jason pretends like he doesn’t like it, but he definitely feels like the main character

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PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [06]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston to after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming?

Warnings: may be suggestive.

wc: 4023

Chapter 6: Did I Say Something Wrong?

“What do you think about this angle, Ms. Deniore?”

I turned my head toward Matt, then shifted my gaze to the large camera in front of me. The lens looked intimidating, like it could see straight through me.

“Yeah... yeah, it’s good,” I said quietly, my voice lacking conviction.

When I looked back at him, Matt was already watching me—his lips curved into that same knowing smile he always wore when he could tell I wasn’t being honest.

“Daphne,” he said gently, leaning over from far away. “You don’t have to agree just to agree. If something feels off, say it. Your opinion matters to me the most here.”

I blinked, my breath catching for a second.

Gosh, why did he always say things like that? So casually, like it wasn’t enough to make my heart stumble and my stomach twist. 

I nodded too quickly. “Right. Of course. I just—I thought it looked fine.” My voice was too soft, too unsure. I hated the angle.

Matt tilted his head, still watching me, unreadable now. “Fine’s not good enough,” he said. “Not for you.”

And just like that, the heat rose to my cheeks.

I looked away, pretending to adjust my lens, even though it didn’t need adjusting at all.

“Okay,” I murmured, almost to myself. “Let’s try another angle.”

He smiled again—this time, a little softer, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

 lifted the camera again, trying to ignore the way my fingers trembled slightly against the shutter button. Focus, Daphne.

The moment I stepped back and raised the lens, Matt shifted. Effortlessly. Like he belonged in front of it—like the camera loved him and he knew it. His posture relaxed, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his slacks, the other brushing through his hair like it was second nature.

Click.

He tilted his chin just slightly, his jawline catching the light in a way that made the shadows work for him, not against. His eyes found mine behind the lens, unwavering. Steady.

Click.

It was unfair, really—how he didn’t even have to try. Every move was smooth, fluid. His expressions are subtle but effective. A half-smirk. A furrowed brow. A moment of stillness that somehow spoke volumes.

Click. Click. 

Next, he sat down on a chair, well, half on it. 

Something didn’t look right with his hair, at least. 

Next, Matt moved to the chair behind him—well, more like half-sat on it, one leg stretched out, the other loosely bent. He leaned back slightly, his arms resting on the sides like he didn’t have a care in the world.

I adjusted the focus, but something felt…off.

His hair. 

It looked a little too tousled now, a strand falling awkwardly across his forehead, disrupting the clean lines of the frame.

I lowered the camera slowly. “Hold still,” I murmured before I even thought about it.

Matt raised an eyebrow, curious, but didn’t move. His eyes tracked me as I stepped closer, my boots soft against the studio floor.

My hand lifted before I could second-guess myself.

I gently brushed the strand of hair back, fingertips grazing his forehead. His hair was softer than I expected, warm from the lights. I tried to be quick about it—tried not to notice the way his eyes didn’t leave mine, even for a second.

“There,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. “That’s better.”

I stepped back a little too fast, cheeks burning, fingers still tingling from the contact. I didn’t dare look him in the eye.

Matt smiled—smug, amused. “Professionalism,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. 

“That’s why you looked at my résumé, right?” I said, the sarcasm slipping easily into my tone.

He laughed—low, warm, unbothered. The sound made my stomach flip.

He never looked at my résumé. I knew that.

When the shoot ended, I started sifting through the photos.

Matt stood up from the chair, stretching his arms behind his back with a satisfied sigh. “That was painless,” he said with a grin, then looked at me. “You good?”

I nodded, clutching the camera a little tighter than necessary. “Yeah. Just need to upload these.”

A few minutes later, we gathered around the screen in the back of the studio. The team huddled in close as the photos loaded—one after another, clean, sharp, rich in tone. Matt’s posture, the lighting, the contrast of soft and bold textures—it all worked.

“Damn,” someone muttered. “These are solid.”

“Seriously,” another added. “The composition, the mood—this is exactly the vibe we wanted.”

“It’s got that effortless luxury feel,” the creative director said, nodding as she clicked through the shots. “Minimal but strong. Very Prada.”

I stood a little off to the side, arms crossed, pretending not to care even though my heart was doing somersaults.

Matt leaned against the wall beside me, arms folded, watching the team react with quiet pride. Then he glanced at me, his voice low enough so only I could hear.

“Told you your opinion mattered.”

With that, he left. 

About ten minutes later, Matt reappeared from the changing room, now back in his usual clothes—black jeans, a crisp white t-shirt, and that same silver chain he never seemed to take off. His hair was still slightly tousled, but it worked on him. It always did.

“You ready?” he asked, slinging his jacket over one shoulder as he approached me.

I zipped up my camera bag and nodded. “Yeah. Just finished.”

He gestured toward the exit with a slight tilt of his head. “Come on. I’ll walk you out.”

We stepped out into the fading afternoon light, the city humming softly around us. The energy of the shoot still lingered in the air, but it felt quieter now. Calmer.

“How was your first day?” Matt broke the silence as we walked along the sidewalk, the sun dipping low behind the buildings.

“You were there,” I said, casting him a sideways glance.

He chuckled under his breath. “Yeah, but I wanna know your thoughts. Not mine.”

I hesitated, then sighed. “If I’m being completely honest… it was kind of weird. Not in a bad way. Just… different.”

He glanced over at me, waiting.

“I mean, going from taking pictures of trees and lakes to suddenly working with a… a good-looking model,” I muttered, the last part slipping out before I could filter it.

Matt’s head turned sharply, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Good-looking?”

My cheeks flushed instantly. “I—I mean, like… professionally good-looking,” I stammered. “You’re very… professional looking. You know. For the camera.”

He laughed—really laughed this time—and I wanted to disappear into the pavement.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, still smiling as he looked down, the sound of his laughter lingering in the air between us. “Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll take it.”

My heart tripped over the nickname, casual and warm on his tongue like it meant nothing, but it did. At least to me.

We made it up the elevator, and near our hotel room, a question popped up. 

“Why do you stay at hotels?” I asked, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. “Noah mentioned you had an apartment in L.A.”

Matt paused just outside his door, his keycard in hand. He turned slightly to face me.

“I do,” he said. “It’s just on the other side of the city—too far from the studio. We’ll be staying near there during the next visit.”

I nodded slowly. “Makes sense.”

He looked at me for a moment longer, then, without another word, he slipped into his room. I did the same.

Once inside, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the bed with a quiet sigh. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nearby lamp. Still restless, I pulled my camera out of my bag and flipped it on, settling back against the pillows.

I scrolled through the photos slowly this time, really looking at them.

Shot after shot of Matt filled the screen—poised, focused, effortlessly composed. The way the light caught in his hair, the definition in his jaw, the quiet intensity in his eyes… it was all too photogenic, and frustratingly so.

I paused on one frame—him sitting half on the chair, smiling just slightly, like he knew something I didn’t. There was a calm confidence to him, something unspoken behind his expression.

I stared at the photo longer than I meant to.

It wasn’t just that he looked good. It was that he made it look easy. Too easy.

No matter how much I tried to remind myself that this was work—that he was just Noah’s best friend, a client, nothing more—I couldn’t deny the quiet flutter in my chest.

Matt Sturniolo was attractive, and the camera wasn’t the only one who saw it.

An hour must’ve passed. I’d drifted off somewhere between scrolling through photos and convincing myself I wasn’t thinking about him. The soft knock at the door pulled me from half-sleep.

I groaned, dragging myself upright, still foggy.

Shuffling toward the door, I peeked through the peephole—and froze.

Matt stood there. Fully dressed. Not in his usual laid-back style, but something sharper—dark slacks, a fitted button-down, sleeves rolled casually to his forearms. His hair was neatly styled again, and his cologne, even through the crack in the door, was unmistakably his.

I opened the door quickly, heart skipping.

“You okay?” I asked, more confused than anything.

He gave me a half-smile, eyes scanning my sleepy state. “You fell asleep.”

“You knocked.”

He shrugged. “Felt like seeing you again. Get dressed.”

“What?”

“We’re going somewhere.”

I blinked at him, barefoot in an oversized t-shirt, still clutching the door like I needed proof he was real.

“Matt—it’s late,” I said, hugging my arms across my chest.

He tilted his head, smirking. “Your point? Parties start late.”

“A party?” I blinked. “That’s not really my scene.”

He chuckled, hands in his pockets. “Yeah. I figured.” His eyes met mine, softer now. “That’s why I’m asking you.”

“Matt…” I hesitated, voice faltering. “I don’t know…”

He rubbed the back of his neck, something unreadable flickering in his expression. 

“Hey, look… if this is about Noah, or like… if you think he wouldn’t approve or whatever—” He paused, then added, quieter, “It’s nothing serious. Just want you to get some air, loosen up. That’s all.”

I saw the way he swallowed after saying it, as if he was careful not to cross a line. Careful with me.

“Plus, Noah trusts me, I don’t know to what extent with his sister, but…I’ll be with you.”

Perhaps that was why I didn’t shut the door. 

Maybe that was why, even as my heart thudded with nerves, I said, “Okay.”

Matt’s smile grew slowly, his eyes lingering on me a second longer than they should’ve.

“Okay,” he said softly, voice low. “Meet me in the lobby?”

I nodded, barely trusting myself to speak, and then shut the door gently behind me.

The moment it clicked shut, I spun around, wide-eyed, pulse racing.

Pacing across the room, I yanked open my suitcase and stared at the mess inside like it might magically offer a solution. 

Party? Loosen up? Matt? 

My fingers hovered over an olive dress—too much. A floral top—too sweet. A sleek pair of trousers and a cropped top—maybe?

Eventually, I settled on low-rise jeans and a fitted white bodycon tee that hugged just enough. Kitten heels—not too flashy, but they made me feel like I belonged somewhere other than my hotel bed. Casual, but clean. Not trying too hard… hopefully.

My hands still trembled as I smoothed the fabric down, staring at my reflection like it could give me some kind of reassurance. 

I stepped back and looked at myself.

Still me. Just… more aware of every breath. Every beat of my heart.

But as I walked out of the room and toward the elevator, the truth hit me hard in my chest.

It was just a party. It was just a party with Matt. 

Matt—my new friend… well, boss first. Or is he technically my client? Do I work for him? Or does he kind of work for me? This is confusing. This whole thing is confusing. Also, why does he have to look like that while I’m still figuring it out? 

I was so deep in my spiral that I didn’t notice I’d reached the lobby until—

“There you are,” Matt’s voice cut through my thoughts, warm and amused.

I looked up—and there he was, leaning casually against the wall by the doors, hands in his pockets, sleek leather jacket, and just like that, every thought vanished from my head.

“You clean up nice,” he said, eyes scanning me briefly before meeting mine. His voice was smooth, low, like he hadn’t expected me to actually show—but was glad I did.

“So do you,” I said, trying to sound casual. Trying to ignore how fast my heart was beating.

He opened the door for me without a word, and we stepped into the night.

The air was cooler now, a breeze brushing against my arms as we walked to the sleek black car parked at the curb. The driver stepped out to open the back door, and Matt gestured for me to get in first.

The drive was short, maybe ten minutes. I looked out the window, stealing glances at him in the reflection—his profile lit by the city lights. 

“Where are we going?” I asked finally.

“You’ll see,” he said, glancing over at me. “It’s lowkey. Rooftop, good view, no pressure.”

When we arrived, I wasn’t sure what I expected—but the moment we stepped inside, I instantly felt out of place.

It was dimly lit, the low thrum of music vibrating under our feet as we made our way through the narrow hallway and up a private elevator. The rooftop itself was stunning—soft string lights hanging above, an open view of the city skyline. 

Almost immediately, Matt was greeted by at least three people. They called his name like they’d known him forever—some clapping him on the back. 

I stood just beside him, quiet, unsure what to do with my hands.

Matt didn’t move far from me, though. His hand hovered just behind my back, not touching me, but close enough. 

I felt his body shift every time someone spoke to him, but he kept angling back toward me.

“This is Daphne,” he said once or twice, brief introductions before the conversation moved on again. “She's part of my team.” 

No one looked at me weird. No one was rude. Still couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t quite fit in. 

Matt leaned closer after a moment, his lips near my ear.

“Let’s get drinks.”

I nodded, grateful for an excuse to escape the growing crowd. He gently guided me toward a sleek bar setup at the far end of the rooftop—minimalist and modern, glowing bottles stacked in neat rows behind the bartender.

“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, looking between the two of us.

I scanned the menu on the counter—cocktails, wine, more cocktails. Nothing looked like me. I stayed quiet, hesitant.

Matt glanced over and seemed to catch the pause.

“Right,” he said suddenly, turning his body toward me. “No alcohol.”

I blinked. “How’d you—?”

He shrugged casually. “You just don’t seem like the type. Plus, Noah would've mentioned if you were out partying every weekend.” His tone was light, but there was something warm in the way he said it. 

I looked down, sheepish. “You’re not wrong.”

“So,” he said, leaning one arm on the bar, giving me his full attention, “what do you want?”

“…Matcha?” I offered, half-joking, expecting him to tease me.

Matt let out a laugh—a real one—and it caught me off guard. It was unfiltered, the kind that crinkled his eyes and made me feel like I’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

Matt let out a laugh—a real one—and it caught me off guard. It was unfiltered, the kind that crinkled his eyes and made me feel like I’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

“That was a joke,” I said quickly, cheeks warm.

He tilted his head, still smiling. “If you want matcha, we could go get it. Seriously.”

“No, no…” I waved my hand, trying to reassure him. “I’ll just, um… get a Sprite?”

Matt nodded, turning back to the bartender. “One Sprite and a ginger ale.”

The drinks came fast. He handed me mine without another word, but I noticed how his fingers lingered a second longer when they brushed mine.

“Thanks,” I said softly, holding the glass with both hands like it was some kind of anchor.

We stepped away from the bar and found a spot near the edge of the rooftop—quieter, with a view of the city stretched out below. 

Our shoulders touched as we stood together, a quiet point of contact that neither of us moved away from.

“Is you not drinking a personal choice?” Matt asked, his voice low and casual, but there was genuine curiosity behind it.

I nodded. “Yeah. Technically.”

He took another sip of his drink, then glanced sideways at me. “So… you’ve never drunk?”

“To be completely honest,” I said, glass in my hands, “when I was in London, I had white champagne like… twice? At dinners. Nothing else, though.”

Matt hummed thoughtfully. “Fancy, I see.” 

I laughed under my breath. “I didn’t even like it. Just felt too weird to say no when someone poured it.”

He looked at me again, eyes lingering for a second too long. “You don’t do things just to impress anyone, huh?”

I shrugged, suddenly aware of how close we were. “I don’t see the point.”

His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile, but something softer.

“I like that,” he said. “Good to stand your ground.”

I smiled softly, looking down at the rim of my glass. The music behind us faded into a dull hum, and for a second, the night felt slower, gentler.

Then, I glanced up at him. “Did your other friends say no to hanging out tonight?”

Matt turned to me, brow slightly furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” I said, trying to sound casual, “you could’ve asked someone else. One of your other friends. Your girlfriend. Or someone who actually likes to party.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Girlfriend?”

I was also caught off guard by what I had just said. 

Now it was my turn to look confused. “Yeah… I just figured you might have one. Or someone.”

Matt’s eyes stayed on mine, serious now, like he was trying to figure out where the assumption came from.

“I don’t,” he said simply. “No girlfriend, and I didn’t ask anyone else.”

“Right…” I muttered, shifting on my feet. “My bad.”

Matt stood there for a moment, letting the silence stretch before breaking it again.

“What made you think I had a girlfriend?”

I let out a quiet breath, trying to shrug it off. “I don’t know. Just assumed.”

He tilted his head, not buying it. “Come on. That wasn’t just an assumption.”

“It’s nothing,” I said quickly, glancing away. “Forget I said anything.”

But he didn’t. “I don’t think so,” he said, voice firm but not unkind. “You didn’t sound like you were asking, sweetheart. You made it sound like a statement.”

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

He took a small step closer. “So what gave you the impression?”

He reached up instinctively, fingers grazing over the skin. His brows furrowed.

“What is it?” he asked.

I didn’t answer right away. Just gave him a look—a mix of embarrassment and accusation.

That’s when it clicked.

He stared at me for a second, totally caught off guard. “Seriously? I didn’t even notice.”

I gave him a skeptical look, trying not to overthink the sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Okay,” he said quickly, “That’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, still flustered. “Because it looks exactly like what it looks like.”

He ran a hand down his face.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, sweetheart,” he sighed, voice softer now. “It was just… a hookup.”

I looked at him quietly, lips pressed together.

Ouch. Why’d that burn more than it should have?

He finally turned to face me fully, catching the shift in my expression. His brow furrowed.

“Oh, come on, don’t judge me,” he said, tone awkward but teasing. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a night like that—just blowing off steam.”

I glanced away, suddenly shy, fiddling with the edge of my cup. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t have to. My silence said enough.

He blinked. “... you’ve never slept with someone?”

I inhaled slowly. “It’s whatever,” I mumbled. “Let’s drop it.”

Matt didn’t push. Instead, he gave a small, easy smile. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. No reason to be shy about it.”

But just as his words landed, a memory I didn’t ask for surfaced—sharp, cold, and unwelcome. I was inexperienced…But I didn’t feel inexperienced. 

My face went still.

The breeze didn’t feel soft anymore.

“Hey,” he said gently, his voice softening. “Daphne?”

I blinked, forcing myself to focus on the city skyline again, on anything but the sudden ache in my chest.

He took a step closer, his brows pulling together. “Did I say something wrong?”

I shook my head too quickly. “No. You didn’t. I just—” I swallowed hard. “I don’t really talk about that stuff.”

He gave me an understanding look. His voice dropped even lower. “Okay. Then we won’t.”

I nodded, grateful, but still unsettled.

He didn’t press. Instead, he stood quietly beside me, his presence calm and steady. 

Matt must’ve noticed the shift in my expression—the way my shoulders tensed, how I suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes.

His own features softened, the teasing edge gone from his voice.

“Hey,” he said gently. “How about we just ditch this place… grab that matcha you wanted and call it a night?”

I looked up, surprised.

He offered a small smile, one that didn’t ask anything of me. “No pressure, no noise. Just you and me. And overpriced tea.”

A quiet breath escaped my lips, something in my chest loosening.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind,” I said softly. “That sounds nice.”

He nodded. “Good. Let’s get out of here.”

We slipped through the rooftop crowd unnoticed, the music and chatter fading behind us with every step. Matt held the door open, and I stepped out into the cool night air, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

The city felt quieter out here. Softer.

We ordered two iced matchas—cool, creamy, and just the right balance of sweet and earthy. The barista handed them over with a smile, and Matt took one, nodding in approval before passing the other to me.

Stepping back out into the night, we walked side by side toward the hotel, the city lights shimmering around us. The quiet buzz of the evening felt calming after the noise from the rooftop.

“I’m sorry for cutting your night short,” I said softly, glancing at him.

Matt shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. “Don’t worry about it. Tonight’s been good—better, actually.”

When we reached the hotel floor, the quiet hum of the hallway wrapped around us like a soft blanket. Matt stopped just outside his door, turning to face me. 

Without a word, he stepped closer and pulled me into a gentle hug. Our bodies pressed together, warm and steady, the space between us disappearing. His arms held me just long enough to feel real, but not long enough to be anything more—yet.

I felt his breath hitch slightly, and our faces hovered so close it was hard to tell where his skin ended and mine began.

For a moment, it seemed like we might kiss, because he didn’t pull back. 

Then, softly, he pulled back just a little, coughing slightly awkwardly, breaking the spell.

“Goodnight, Daphne,” he whispered.

Oh. not sweetheart, just…Daphne. 

“Goodnight, Matt,” I replied, heart still fluttering as I stepped back and watched him slip into his room.

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Hey, can I request Anya, Julia and mattie x Male Reader? LEMON

at the motel, while cassie is away, the girls and y/n have an intimate and beautiful moment

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Spider Women x Spider-Man!Reader

Waiting for Cassie to come back from her little “recon” mission was getting tiresome. You were a Spider totem assigned to protect your fellow high school, some day future spider totems: Anya Corazon, Mattie Franklin and the shy Julia Cornwall. You found yourself falling into a nice repertoire with the gals. It felt good to hang out with them, it was like a bit of normalcy amongst the chaos of being a Spider person. “Okay (Y/N)” Mattie asked, “truth or dare?” “I’m gonna go with truth” you answer back with a smirk. “How did you get your spider powers?” “Easy. Bitten by an Amazonian spider” it was your turn, “Okay Mattie, same thing truth or dare?” “Dare” you answers back. “I dare you to do a handstand” Mattie gives a roll of her eyes before going over and doing a handstand against the small motel room’s wall. “Beat that Spider dude” You answer back by jumping to the ceiling and hanging upside down. “Show off!“ Anya fake yells with a giggle. “okay Julia, truth or dare?” “T-truth” the meek nerdy girl answers. “Who was your first kiss?” Anya asks with a hint of mischief. “I-I’ve never been kissed” Julia says, a little blush of embarrassment makes its way across her face. Mattie lets out a little laugh, “I knew! You’re Drew Barrymore! Ms Never Been Kissed!” “Oh Mattie,” you say still hanging off the top of the ceiling, “there’s nothing wrong with never being kissed.” “I’m gonna skip the question here” Mattie chuckles, “Julia I dare you to kiss (Y/N)” Julia and you begin too blush. “I-I…umm…” Julia tries to come up with an excuse. “A dare’s a dare, Cornwall” you exclaim with a little smirk. Julia tried to straighten her glasses, “oh my…” she managed to whisper as she ventured over to you. “You can skip a dare if you don’t want to do this” you tried to reassure her. “I-I know” her resolve soft yet resolute, “I want to.” She walks up to you, softly. You could practically hear her heart fluttering, or maybe it was your own. She was mere inches from you as you reached up one of your hands to caress her cheek. She leaned in and so did you. Your lips touched midway, one touch and it was like either of you couldn’t get enough. Her lips caressed yours, her teeth softly moved against your lips. You pulled back to see the nerdy, shy girl with a little blush on her face. “That was…wow“ she admit with a little sigh. “Y-yeah” you said, your face flushed red with its own blush. “Wow” Mattie said, “that was…hot. I never thought I’d see an upside down kiss in my life” Julia turned to face the other girls, a slight mischievous resolve in her eyes, “okay Anya, truth or dare?” “D-dare” Anya answered. “I dare you to kiss (Y/N)” Julia said with a giggle “With pleasure” Anya saunters up to you and kisses you a little more forcibly than Julia but just as amazing to feel. “mmm” Anya moans, “that’s nice” Mattie walks up, “Oh I gotta try this out” Mattie kisses you softly. She bites her lips, shuttering at how good that felt. “You’re a greater kisser” “I could get used to this superhero thing” you mutter with a smile. Perhaps being a superhero has its perks

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Jenna Ortega's Cursed Reality Warp

Up-and-coming star Jenna Ortega still wasn’t fully used to her fame. Wave after wave of the clicks of camera shutters and flashes of bright light washed over the young star as her eyes struggled to focus on anything in particular. Only twenty-two and already adored by so many was quite a special thing for Ms. Ortega. As she posed for the press and showed off the black shiny dress that hugged her thin and perky body nicely, well established star Aubrey Plaza walked up next to the young sensation. The two exchanged warm smiles as they began to pose together but Ms. Plaza wasn’t as happy as she looked. Inside she was enraged. How dare this little bitch take her spot as the Hollywood go-to quirky, oddball actress! Of course Ms. Ortega didn’t know Ms. Plaza’s true feelings, with the envious actress pretending to be friendly with Ms. Ortega. Tonight Ms. Plaza was even more upset than usual about Ms. Ortega’s presence due to the nature of their current meetup. Ms. Plaza was looking forward to hosting tonight’s award show by herself but was shocked when the organizers felt that she needed Ms. Ortega to co-host with her to boost ratings. This had angered Ms. Plaza so much that a few weeks before the show took place, she got very drunk one night and purchased an expensive book that supposedly held curses, hexes, and all other kinds of black magic off of a shady website. When she sobered up and received a package containing a dusty old book written in Latin, she didn’t quite believe it to be real. However, knowing the night of the award show was going to be frustrating for her, She brought the old book with her just in case. As Ms. Plaza heard the paparazzi only shouting for Ms. Ortega’s attention, she decided to take matters into her own hands and try out the book. She nonchalantly opened the old book and began flipping through its pages, with no one even noticing her. After a few moments of searching, she stopped and found exactly what she was looking for. Whispering a Latin incantation under her breath, she smiled wickedly as the book began to glow red; a sign of success. Ms. Ortega’s smile dropped and face turned pale. Her head began spinning and her vision became blurred. She felt her skin become clammy covered in a cold sweat. As she fell to her knees and looked up, she saw Ms. Plaza standing over her with a large malicious grin. Ms. Ortega slumped over and her eyes closed, drifting away as a deep sleep took her...

A Few Reality Changes Later…

When Ms. Ortega finally came to, she slowly opened her eyes, feeling sluggish. She didn’t recognize the dark room she was in but it must have been a basement of some kind as there were no windows or doors, just a narrow staircase leading to a mysterious lit upstairs area. The heat was the first thing she noticed about herself as she could immediately feel how sweaty she was. Her pretty dress was gone and in its place was a too tight t-shirt completely soaked with sweat. It was completely soaked in the armpits, under her boobs, and in between her… back rolls? Confused, she tried to turn her head to see what was behind her and was stopped by a pad of thick sticky flesh. As she realized that it was her own cheeks stopping her, she burped loudly. The lights suddenly flicked on and she shielded her eyes in pain. When Ms. Ortega’s eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed that her hand and fingers were much thicker than usual. Confused, she moved her hand down and nearly screamed in terror as she saw herself for the first time. A cascade of fat filled her view. She was the largest person she had ever laid eyes upon. Gone was her beautiful lithe body and in its place was a disgusting pile of sweat covered blubber. Even with her limited range of motion, she could feel every damp and hot fold rubbing against each other. Her large gut hung forward, covered in grease and written messages like “OINK OINK” and “PROPERTY OF AUBREY”. A thick trail of hair led up to a sweaty and smelly belly button that was so large that you could have easily placed a hand in there. Her tits, covered in a t-shirt with the phrase “I HEART AUBREY PLAZA,” were no longer small, perky, and pretty. They now sagged heavily against her gut, making her already ragged breathing even worse.  She could feel her lumpy thick thighs and wide load of an ass brushing against the sides of a couch that was meant to seat at least four people to five people. Before any words left her fat mouth, she heard a small chuckle by the stairs. Ms. Plaza was watching her the whole time with a large grin on her face.

As Ms. Plaza explained what had happened, Ms. Ortega felt her face grow hot with rage, her loud wheezy breathing grew even louder. Ms. Plaza had changed reality so that Ms. Ortega was never famous and instead was a fan girl turned sex slave for Ms. Plaza. She then pulled out a mirror and showed Ms. Ortega what her poor face looked like. Puffy and bloated, her trademark cheekbones, skinny neck, and sharp jawline had completely disappeared, all becoming totally swallowed in fat. To add insult to injury, a pink set of pig ears and snout had been placed on her, further humiliating the poor actress. As Ms. Ortega begged her to change her back, Ms. Plaza ignored her pathetic pleas and bent down, pressing a button on a machine that sat in front of Ms. Ortega. After a moment, the machine whirred to life and Ms. Ortega felt something forcefully thrust between her thick thigh rolls and into her pussy. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach and gritted her teeth in pain as she farted, her thick cankles pressing hard against the couch in anticipation of the pressure. Knowing that if she succumbed to the fuck machine that was currently thrusting into her over and over, her future would be set and she would forever stay as Ms. Plaza’s personal piggy sex toy. She desperately tried to withstand the pressure but her little willpower was quickly waning. As the machine grew faster with every passing second, the reality of the situation truly began to set in for poor Ms. Ortega. As thick wet tears began to roll down her bloated cheeks, Ms. Ortega felt her body and mind completely give up and she quickly came all over herself, sealing her fate forever. Oh poor Ms. Ortega. She had been met with a fate that most would consider worse than death. Reduced to a flatulent, sweaty, smelly, pile of lard that was fed, fucked, and teased all day long for the amusement of another. Quite sad really as she really didn’t deserve any of this suffering. Ms. Ortega yearned for someone, anyone to find her and save her from this anguish but unfortunately for her, nobody even knew that she existed, let alone that she was really a famous actress once upon a time. That is expect for her captor, Ms. Plaza, who was now enjoying her reclaimed spot as Hollywood's “It” girl when it came to quirky deadpan deliveries and oddball humor. It seems to be true what they say about Hollywood being such a cut throat business. Shame Ms. Ortega only found out once it was far too late…

ALTS:

Because there are over 40 alternative pictures, I have made a Google Drive folder that contains them all under labeled folders to make it easier to find the version you like best. A little overkill on my part but please enjoy!

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A Broadway Star Gets Married on Her Day Off

Lindsay Mendez, nominated for a Tony in “Merrily We Roll Along,” married actor J. Alex Brinson in a Monday ceremony officiated by castmate Jonathan Groff. Daniel Radcliffe was their ring bearer.

On Broadway, with most shows shuttered, Monday is typically the day actors and crews rest and recharge.

Or, if you’re Lindsay Michelle Mendez and John Alex Brinson, it’s the day you get married.

Ms. Mendez currently stars as Mary Flynn in the musical “Merrily We Roll Along,” so the wedding was planned not just around her schedule, but that of the officiant and ring bearer’s, too ��� Ms. Mendez’s castmates Jonathan Groff and Daniel Radcliffe.

Ms. Mendez said her castmates Mr. Groff, who was previously ordained by the Universal Life Church, and Mr. Radcliffe had played an important role in her relationship journey with Mr. Brinson. “They’ve become our really, really close friends in real life,” she said. “It just felt appropriate for Jon to marry us and for Dan to be our ring bearer.”

Several Times a Minister Mr. Groff has officiated other weddings, including the nuptials of his former “Hamilton” castmate Phillipa Soo and the actor Steven Pasquale.

Mr. Groff, ordained by the Universal Life Church, is a seasoned officiant who has presided over several other weddings. Credit: Heather Gershonowitz

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On the Featherflake

This was at the suggestion of Hypah (Ms. SS2023 herself!). It was originally meant to be a simple info page, but I ended up inserting a tiny fic (?) about this character I made up named Eren Fernsby. I was imagining this eccentric little Victorian British twink, wearing little spectacles and messy black hair - I'm sure you can imagine the character in your head, you're a clever little cutie, I believe in you. I hope you enjoy the fic! Let me know if you'd like to see anymore from the character ("The Fernsby Journals" has a nice ring to it). I'm also in a rush because I have a lot of schoolwork, so that too.

Word Count: 711 Reading Time: ~5 minutes Warnings: Un-proofread fic lmao- not the usual level of "quality"- also a lot of feathers

The featherflake is a rare phenomenon, only witnessed by a lucky (or unlucky) few. 

The flake itself is nothing impressive. It's a small, white flake, resembling a snowflake from afar. However, upon further inspection, an observant passerby will notice key differences.

The most noticeable attribute of the featherflake is its size, ranging from 12 millimeters to 25 millimeters in diameter. Furthermore, their structure allows the flake to cluster, interlocking to form large piles.

If one were to look closer at such a pile of featherflakes, one would instantly notice this structure. Instead of a crystalline water-based design, it appears light and fluffy, similar to a goose feather. Indeed, the average featherflake has about eight "feather" structures connected in the middle to form a flake. This is another key difference: eight points instead of a snowflake's six.

The observer may even step a little closer, hesitantly picking a small cluster of featherflakes up to inspect them closer. The feeling of the feathers may tickle an exposed palm slightly, but for someone wearing mittens on a cold winter's day, one typically pays no mind. They aren't cold like snow is. For all the observer may know, feathers have fallen randomly out of the sky. 

Despite how uncommon this is, a featherflake event has happened throughout history, and many a prudent meteorologist has documented the event well. For instance, in 1744, then-amateur natural philosopher Eren Fernsby recorded the following in his journal on a particularly blustery November evening:

"How remarkable this all is! An act of God indeed, though instead of manna, He has brought feathers! For what end, I know not - this weather seemingly defies explanation. At 6:42, right when the sun had peaked from behind the hills, I was lying in bed, and I must confess, I did not wish to rise. The wind had been pressing at my windows so violently in the night that I had shuttered them tightly. However, when the sunlight began permeating my little room, I saw with surprise that my windows had been flung open! Grumbling with chagrin, I rolled over and held the covers over my head, cursing the sun for its horrible punctuality.

It may have been another hour when I awoke with a gasp. I felt something soft against my stomach, and upon observation, I saw it was a snowflake... made of feathers! Imagine my surprise when I looked around my room and saw the place teeming with them, covering every imaginable surface! Oh, what a chore to clean - or at least, that is what I would have thought were I not enraptured by the sight. I stepped out of bed, yet I severely miscalculated my bedsheet's location and fell onto the floor with an indignant yelp. Instead of an annoyed mutter, I let out a soft giggle. How very strange it felt! The troublesome little feathers had found their way into my bedrobe. And it felt extraordinarily tickly sensitive.

As I rolled about on my floor, attempting to untangle my ankles from the bedsheet, I only managed to agitate the flakes' positions, causing them to fly everywhere in my clothes in a flurry. I would not count myself as a particularly ticklish sensitive individual, but I must admit I cackled hysterically chuckled lightly at the feeling. The feathers swirled about in my robe, wiggling over my stomach, sides, thighs, and chest. I squealed and squealed. No matter how many times I squirmed, they continued their onslaught. It took half an hour to get rid of them! I was breathless, wheezing, blushing, and immediately began this journal entry. 

What possible cause could be engendering such a strange occurrence! I think I loved it It was very odd. I look forward to seeing this event again, if it ever does repeat, purely for research purposes.

Upon rereading this journal a year later, I have decided to add a post-script. At various points in this entry, I have broken decorum. If I ever choose to publish this journal, I must adequately expunge any and all unprofessionalism. I have an image to maintain, after all."

Mr. Fernsby (and later, Sir Fernsby) did indeed record other entries about other featherflake blizzards and other phenomena, garnering him wide acclaim. He always seemed to scribble out some parts of his journals, though.

Read the following entry in The Fernsby Journals!

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Prompt# 24: Bar

It was late evening before the palisade wall came into view. A curious thought on whether the sheet of ice caking it bolstered, or undermined, the integrity of the structure sprang to mind. The long day in the saddle banished it. There were far more pressing things at hand, most notably the smoke rising from the chimneys of that small trading post. Similar to other settlements, one need only follow the lone path through town to the tavern located nearest the center. Craftsmen shuttered up their shops, before lowering their heads to follow in that same direction.

One should always follow the stream of locals.

Drawing to a stop near the entrance, River slid from his bird to investigate the stable. Sturdy walls, ample water and feed. A stonewall that butted up against some source of heat as it resonated through and raised the temperature to a more comfortable range. One would hardly be strutting about in their smallclothes but it would keep the chocobo content enough through the night.

"Good enough."

He shouldered the door the rest of the way open, even as the stablekeeper stepped out shivering onto the porch. They had been watching from the window until they absolutely needed to assist. Their body tucked in on itself as the shift from a warm room to cold night curled him up like a prawn.

"All of ya?"

Ellory moderated her tone, not wanting to waken the slumbering raen keeping her frontside warm through the ride, "Every bird! My Scirocco here likes the premium feed, so make sure to spoil them rotten!"

"Costs extra. Take it up with the innkeep." Cold and companionship did not mix, so she dismounted once Crater stepped forward to cradle their new friend gently.

A raucous room would have been welcome, but things seemed a touch more subdued than expected. It was hardly the place that drew in boisterous adventurers or boastful mercenaries. The well-behaved crowd looked predominantly like hunters and trappers, and the merchants that benefited from their wares. They looked up with mild curiousity at the roegadyn carrying an au ra across the threshold, but it was clearly more from want of anything more interesting to claim their attention. At least it did entice the proprietress, a sturdy looking woman that had the look of a soldier about them.

She stepped forward, hands resting on her hips, "Bit late to come rolling in. Not got much left in the way of accommodations." Awayuki looked better than before, but had clearly had a rough time. Something the sharp-eyed woman did not miss, "Need a doctor? Could call down the old man. Might be a wait, he's with another patient."

"Leave the graybeard to it, Oliver here's got the arts to handle it." Her inner merchant coaxed her to add, "Could lend a hand with anyone ya got laid up. Few coin, or a hot meal and drinks for the service?"

"Not one of ours, wrangle whatever you can out of them but boarding and vittles are on your coin!"

"Just might! How many rooms you got to spare?"

"Three, 200 gil a body for the night. Birds included if ya got any."

Not the worst price, but a bit more than Ellory had anticipated. She scratched at her neck in absent thought, before nodding. "Two rooms then. Regana! Skarhmhar! You two are on your own from here, take the third with my blessing!"

"Wait just a-…" Arlette started, only to fall silent at a hand on her shoulder.

"Agreeable. Myself, Arlette, and Ms. Oyeka in one so we may tend her. Ellory, River, and Crater in the other to give space to work."

"Wait just a-…" This time Arlette cut off the teasing hyurgadyn with a glance, imitation was no form of flattery.

"Agreeable."

"Fair enough, ya done us a fine turn!" The seawolf chuckled, before producing their share of the costs. Regana just looked utterly relieved to not need to share a room with Arlette for the night, nearly spilling her purse in her haste to pay. Offering a quiet, "Appreciate it."

"Door bars from the inside. Top level, last ones to your right."

While Oliver handled the payment the brothers went upstairs with their burdens. River relieving their former rivals of the courier's pack before ascending the staircase to quickly lay claim to the nearest room. The building was solid enough, but nobody chose to take the last room. Sharing two walls with the cold was a guarantee not to have the most cozy of rooms. The Winds showed their own lack of mercy by sending Merciless to the corner room instead.

Stowing her own gear, Ellory wandered about. Eyes taking in what she could, while she wallowed in her worries during that temporary moment of solitude. Soon enough one of the others would pop up and the morale-boosting attitude would need to greet them. For the moment, she contented herself by wandering past the other rooms. Most of the doors closed, the occupants taking their meals in their rooms. Several as yet unoccupied, likely belonging to some of the fellows still holding court in the tavern below.

While the wooden banisters did practically invite her to run a finger along them, the sheer volume of splinters helped curb that thought. The entire place seemed like one errant match away from going up in flames. Appearances may deceive, but she would not be the one to test it. Or the splinters.

Strolling past one room, she only half-listened to the conversation within. Were she more polite, she would have ignored it entirely, but a lack of proper etiquette was only one of her failings. At least she was halfway courteous.

"-ought to heal in a sennight. Drink the tinctures I've prepared and be sure to rest. Eat as much as you can stomach, your body needs the aether."

Just the physician, nothing of special concern to the mercenary as she eyed the impressive rack on a mounted animal head. Though she froze at a somber reply.

"Too long. Sell me a bird, I'll drink them on the road."

Some effort at privacy had been made, but a nearly closed door was not enough to keep Ellory from bursting through with a wild-eyed expression on her face. Eyes snapped to the figure laid out in bad, wrapped in bandages she hoped were only stained with healing salves and not some sort of vital fluids leaking out. Despite the curtain of hair masking their eyes, they clearly registered who had just barged in.

"Ellory?"

The sound of a laugh and a sob vying for dominance escaped her as Ellory lunged forward to wrap her arms about Silent's neck in a tight hug. It may have been against doctor's orders, but when she felt the other woman's arms wrap around her back to return the gesture it seemed a tolerable discomfort at least. Not bothering to clear her throat, or get her relieved sniffling under control, Ellory barked out a quick request.

"Food! Drinks! OLIVER! GET IN HERE!"

She did feel a mild twinge of irritation when Silent spoke with her own emotion firmly in hand, "I'm happy you're well."

"Swivin' well, she says! I'll tell ya how swivin' well I am! Where's that food?" The doctor seemed to take the interaction as an invitation to give the two space, packing his medical bag with a slight click. He would not be carting meals up and back himself. "I got so much goddamn stuff to tell ya and then I'm gonna drink every goddamn bottle in this place!"

"I'm telling Vagrant."

"I don't swivin' care!"

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Ch.25:

Hinata wouldn't speak anymore, resorting to silence. Rather than stick around, Naruto took charge. "Hinata," he told her, gingerly reaching out to touch her arm, "why don't we go to the precinct so you can tell me everything. Sound good?"

Hinata nodded slowly.

Since they were all leaving, Lee handed Sakura his keys. "Here. You may drive my car home. I will take Tenten's car to her."

In turn, Hinata returned Tenten's keys, muttering her apologies.

Sakura and Lee exchanged their goodbye's with a shared kiss before Lee headed off to find where Hinata parked Tenten's car. Before Sakura could depart, Naruto stopped her with a word.

"Hey," Naruto's blue gaze was transfixed on her. "You're free to tail me if you want. I think we're waaay overdue for a talk." His expression was friendly and yet— there was a bit of longing. Unlike Sasuke, Sakura and Naruto always stayed in contact. But it has been a long time since they had spent time together in person (crime scenes not withstanding.)

"Yeah..." Sakura found herself nodding. "I think I'll do that."

Naruto took Hinata in his police car, letting her sit on the passenger side and drove off. As briefly discussed, Sakura followed closely behind him. All the things she wanted to tell Naruto swam around in her mind. It was nice to have a friend that would understand what she was going through. While Ino knew about Sakura's brush with the other side of the law, she couldn't possibly understand fully.

And who knows what her parents might say or do about it. Sakura shuttered at the thought.

Once they arrived, Sakura had to find a free parking space while Naruto got to park in his designated spot. They went indoors and Naruto excused himself.

"Just lemme speak with Hinata to see what's going on," he dipped his head towards Sakura. He had a hand touching Hinata at all times, passively anchoring her by his side in case she decided to run off again. Naruto took her to one of the more comfortable interrogation rooms reserved for non-suspects.

This left Sakura alone at the front. She found a seat and slid down into it. The police department was buzzing with activity. Phone calls came in at every second, papers were ushered around. Sakura figured that somewhere in here were Shikamaru and Choji. If not, they were probably patrolling their beat.

Now what?

"You must be Ms. Sakura Haruno. I remember you." A soft spoken voice alerted Sakura to the presence of Officer Kakashi Hatake. For some odd reason he wore a face mask, as if he had a perpetual cold. One of his eyes were scarred.

Sakura sat up. "This is she... You're Naruto's boss!" She was curious to see how Naruto acted at work.

Kakashi nodded his head. His looming presence was intimidating but there was a bit of warmth emanating from him. "Naruto talks a lot about you."

"... He does?"

Before Kakashi could clarify, a more booming presence appeared by his side.

"If it isn't the blooming flower herself!"

Sakura blinked. "Guy Sensei?!"

Guy stroked his chin, amused by the manner of which she chose to address him. "Well. It seems you've spent a lot of time with my favorite protege. He's rubbed off on you." He was honored to be referred to as sensei by her.

Sakura rubbed the back of her neck. "We're dating, so yeah."

Guy's coolness fractured, leaving him wide eyed and stunned. "Y-you are?"

Sakura raised a brow. "You didn't know?" Even if Lee didn't tell him directly, it should have been obvious. It wasn't like Lee hid his affections for Sakura. He quite openly loved her, not shying away from PDA. Although, it has been about a week since they've been around each other and others.

Kakashi rolled one of his eyes. It appeared that the scarred one was false. "That's Guy for you." He shook his head. "What brings you here, Ms. Haruno? You don't have a crime to notify us of do you?"

Sakura chewed her inner cheek, deliberating on how she should explain the situation with Hinata. "Naruto has got it covered, I'm sure." He had to report to Kakashi anyway, it would be easier to hear it from him. "I know why you're here, officer. But um, Guy Sensei?"

Guy grinned. "Just helping an old friend out." He offered solace to her confusion by giving a thumbs up.

"... Right." Sakura was unconvinced, but nonetheless dropped it.

"Tell Shizune and Tsunade that I wish them well," Kakashi told Sakura before departing off towards the back— she has almost forgotten about Tsunade's connection to the police department. Guy stayed behind, still grinning like a lunatic.

"So you're dating Lee," he said, not letting a single moment of silence pass between them.

"Yes."

"I'll spare you all the things you've probably heard about staying safe," he told her. It was a given that dating Lee came with all sorts of baggage. Ones that he was carrying and ones that latched onto him whether he wanted them or not. "But I will tell you this; Lee has grown into a fine young man but he still retains some naivety of his youth. Go easy on him. I did my best in raising him, but even I can admit I could have done better."

Sakura studied Guy's features. It was remarkable how much Lee and Guy resembled each other. She couldn't believe that they weren't blood related. Perhaps if she saw a photo of Lee's actual father, would it make sense. But no, Lee had none of those. As to why, she did not know.

While Guy was usually smiling, his eyes were a little somber.

"Lee loves you," was all Sakura could say in comfort. Lee didn't just love him either, he idolized him.

"I know he does." More than anything, Guy's strong bond with Lee kept with youthfulnesd in his otherwise aging body. Everytime he gazed upon the boy, he still saw the puffy cheeked, fishy eyed baby he held when Lee's mother died. "And what's more," Guy continued, "even if you and Lee don't work out, I'll love you like a daughter."

Lee clearly cared about Sakura, so in Guy's book, she was practically family.

"I'll be a sturdy oak, protecting my little leaflets." The somberness in his eyes were replaced with enthusiasm.

Sakura smiled. "I can see where Lee gets his intensity from."

It was all too much for her taste but Sakura was used to it, she came from an intense family herself. She could see herself fitting right into Lee's family for the long run.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

By the time Naruto had finished up with Hinata, Sakura was considering on taking a raincheck and heading home. She had been sitting in this chair for the better half of an hour. She sent Lee a text, telling him where she was and what she was up to in case he was worried but she doubted that he'd even see the message anyway.

Sakura sat up a bit once she saw the blonde coming her way.

"Hey you," he said with a smile.

"Hey yourself."

Naruto gestured with head head towards the doors. "Why don't we step out for some fresh air, huh?"

Together they walked out and sat on the curb. Silence stretched out between them, neither one sure of what they wanted to say. Naruto cleared his throat. "So... How's medical school?" He asked. She half expected him to ask about her love life as most people did these days. But he didn't. He wanted to know about her. How she was doing.

Sakura clucked her tongue. "It's going really well, actually." Studying was what she did best. Even if she found that her time was being tugged at in several different directions lately, Sakura always made time to study.

"I bet you're still smarter than Ino," Naruto snickered.

Sakura couldn't help but laugh. Being around Naruto reminded her of their childhood. It helped that they all still talked. "I'll tell her you said that," she remarked between giggles. "What about you, how's work? Do you enjoy policing?"

"It's great!" Naruto exclaimed, he deflated a little, however. "I mean..." He lowered his tone. "I have to go off the book to actually get some things done around here. You'd be surprised how long it actually takes for justice to be served." He cast his gaze to his feet. "Like this Hiashi Hyuga thing. We wanna put him in prison already but he's stuck in jail instead. I don't even think he's gonna get a trial either. He's got bail but we're stuck negotiating it."

Sakura frowned. She sympathized with him. Everything was just too complicated. "And Hinata, what did she want?"

"Apparently that bastard Hiashi dropped a bomb on her that he had another daughter that was hidden away. He didn't tell her where though." Naruto snorted his disgust for the man. "I think he's trying to withhold information from Hinata to get her to bail him out faster. Legally or otherwise."

"That's..." Sakura didn't know what to say.

"It took me forever to try and calm her down," Naruto continued. He sighed. "I really should take her back to Tenten's but part of me wants to keep her close by. Tenten can't keep an eye on her forever, ya know?"

"Neji should be released any day now," Sakura informed him. "She could stay with him."

Naruto gave her a sidelong look. "You don't think that his location won't be compromised?"

"I imagine they knew where he lived this whole time. If they wanted him dead they would have done it a long time ago." She was also sure that Neji would go above and beyond to protect his cousin.

"True."

They watched as cars passed by across the street. The silence between them was now a comfortable one.

She missed this.

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Government projects across India are increasingly using mild steel sheets for building long-lasting and cost-effective bridge structures, especially in developing and semi-urban regions.

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PEB STEEL STRUCTURES BUILDING MANUFACTURERS IN BANGALORE - DELTA INFRASTRUCTURES