#red dress Ohh what do I win?

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It’s not what you know, it’s who you know -

Hello lovelies! So this is my first “Reader POV” story. And my first Alexia Putellas story. But you can find me on ao3! Muffinpink02 With my other stories.

Summary - Your best friend has invited you to be a plus one for an award show for women’s sports. You don’t have a clue about sport, so when a certain blonde comes and flirts with you, you can’t help but flirt back. But can she keep your attention?

Sorry if I haven’t posted this right, first time on here.

Warnings : SMUT, 18+ fingering, strap, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, restraint and more. 12k +words

You were running late as usual.

Well, it was only by 5 minutes, not too late for your standard, but you knew Daisy would already know that. You were always late. It wasn’t like she cared, she was your best friend, she might tease you about your horrendous time keeping but she loved you, she wouldn’t hold it against you.

Finally, you arrived at your guys favourite pub. You hurried in to see your childhood best friend sitting by the window, drinking her classic red, and what looked like your go to choice of drink sitting on a beer mat in front of her. You smiled as you approached her, it had been a month since you last saw each other. She’d been soo busy with work lately, you was aware she was working on something big with her current clients, you wasn’t sure on who they were but it was some kind of trophy. Or was it a statue?

“Daisy!” You shouted.

She looked up from her phone, a huge smile on her face. “Well, well. Look who’s nearly on time, this is early for you!” Daisy laughed as she grabbed you in for a hug.

“Don’t jinx it!” You laughed as you sat down. You grabbed the drink in front of you. “Ahh you’re an angel. Thank you, D.”

“You’re welcome. So, tell me how’s life? What have I missed?”

You caught up on everything, you finally learned that it was an award that Daisy had been working on, something to do with women’s sport, football to be precise. You could tell from the way she spoke about it that she was excited and proud of herself, and you loved to see it, you were always her biggest cheerleader.

“So it’s being awarded next week, and I get to bring a plus one.” She eyed you up excitedly.

“I’m there. What’s the dress code?” You asked.

“Yay! Brilliant! So it’s fancy but not fancy there will be free drinks, food and a lot of fit athletes. Definitely ones you would love.”

“Sorry? Am I just a big old tart? I’m there to support you…but I mean if there will be fit girls then it’s a win, win.” You smiled at her playfully.

Daisy rolled her eyes and laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Ohh and a car will pick us up, so come to mine before and we can have some pre drinks.”

“Perfect. Tell me a time and I’ll be there. And I’ll be on time. I promise.” You winked.

——————-

You indeed kept your promise. It may have been the first time ever in your grown up life that you were actually on time, 6 minutes early in fact. You knocked on Daisy’s door and of course the pure shock on her face was worth it.

“No. You’re on time? You’re early? What?” She opened her door wider to let you in.

You walked in, a smug smile on your face. “Yeah, but don’t get used to it.”

Daisy laughed as she followed you into the kitchen, grabbing you both drinks for tonight.

“I love what you’re wearing, D.”

She poured you both Prosecco, handing you your glass. “Thank you. I normally hate dressing up like this but I actually like this dress. Let me see yours in person, it looked so nice in the picture.”

You took your jacket off, revealing a simple but chic, black cami mini dress, that showed off your curves just perfectly. The chest was low-cut, displaying a healthy amount of your breast, but not enough for it to look tacky. It had an open slit to the side of your thigh, exposing some skin, but enough to look sexy. And if you were going to toot your own horn, yeah, you would say you looked good tonight.

“Yes. I love this! I won’t be surprised if you get one of the athletes trying to talk to you. You look fucking hot!” Daisy smiled.

“Pshh I wish. But here’s hoping.” You raised your glass as you took sip. “Anyways, I’m there for you, not the girls.”

In all honesty, you wasn’t too sure on what tonight was about, you knew the award was made by Daisy but you didn’t know what it was for exactly. Well that was a lie, you knew it was for women’s sports and their achievements, but that was about it. You didn’t know what sport it was for, well again you knew Daisy’s award was for football. Was there other sports there? Maybe? You just knew Daisy was there and a woman footballer was receiving it. For her achievements? Yeah, that’s sounds right. Either way you were there to support her, and that was something you knew you could do.

The car arrived, Daisy explained there would be a few faces you might recognise, well, not the sport faces, because you had no clue when it came to sport. You didn’t watch it, you didn’t know about it, you wasn’t into it. It just wasn’t your thing. The car pulled up to the event, there was loads of people walking into a fancy looking building, paparazzi was outside taking pictures of who you assumed was the star athletes.

You and Daisy walked quickly through the crowd, she wasn’t one for pictures and fuss. Even if this was one of her biggest events she had worked on, she didn’t care for it. You both had your VIP lanyards around your neck, the bouncers allowed you entry into the main area. You both got a drink and spoke to some of Daisys colleagues, some you had even met before.

Daisy was being pulled from pillar to post, you didn’t realise just how important the award was. The footballer who was receiving it must have been a big deal as her name was constantly being mentioned. Journalist was asking Daisy ‘how she felt about tonight?’ And ‘how she designed the award?’ ‘what her inspiration was for it?’ You loved watching her finally being recognised for her talent but it did mean you were left a lot, not that you minded. You walked around the room looking at displays of other awards, and the displays of other athletes that was being awarded.

As much as you tried your best to look interested, you had to have a quick glance at your phone, you know, you could be getting an important email from work. You scrolled over your insta feed, but that was just as boring, but a video of a cat playing the piano caught your attention. You didn’t feel the presence of person next you until she spoke.

“You look as bored as I feel.”

You jumped slightly at the new voice in your ear, you looked up to see a blonde woman now standing next you, she was looking at the award you had been standing next to for the better half of ten minutes.

She continued. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” That’s when you noticed a thick Spanish accent on her.

“No, you’re okay. I was just looking at work emails.”

That’s when you really looked at the stranger, she had beautiful hazel eyes, her dark eye shadow making them pop. Her smile was painted red, with full lips. She was wearing a black fitted suit, with a low cut travelling down her chest making it look like she had nothing on underneath. Her blonde hair was parted and down. She was just a bit taller than you, making you look up at her. Basically she was fit as fuck.

“Ahh sí, work emails.”

A mischievous smile spread across her face telling you she knew you wasn’t looking at no work email. She probably saw how engulfed you were at the stupid cat video. She glanced over you quickly, making you almost feel like you were revealing a body part that you didn’t know was out.

“Are you here for work?” She asked.

“Oh, erm no, I’m here with a friend.”

Her eyebrows raised, she took a quick glance around the room. “A friend? Why are they not with you?”

“She’s working, I’m here for support. Her cheerleader on the sideline.” You smiled.

“Ahh, I see. A cheerleader, where are your, how do you say? Pom poms?” She smiled playfully at you.

“Left them at home, didn’t want to upstage her.” You smiled back, taking a drink from your glass.

She laughed at your joke, the sound of her laugh made your stomach flutter.

“It’s a shame, I think it would have made tonight a bit more fun, no?” Her smile was playful as she winked at you.

You had only been talking no more than 5 minutes and you wanted to know everything about this woman. She took a sip from her own glass, taking a confident look down your body, her eyes lingering at your chest, but unlike a man it didn’t feel creepy. It was definitely wanted. You felt your cheeks burning up at the intense way she looked over you. It almost felt like she was undressing you with her hazel eyes.

Before you did willingly undress for the gorgeous women in front of you, you thought you should at least ask a question.

“Are you here for work?”

She smiled, she took another glance over you then around the room. “Sí, for work. But I got distracted.” This time her hazel eyes lingered on your mouth.

Did it send a cold shiver up your now hot body? Yes. But she didn’t need to know that.

“Hmm, you’re not very good at your job if you can be so easily distracted.” You said teasingly. You did your own eyeing up this time, you let your eyes roam her neck line that went down her chest. Her suit made her look powerful and in charge of any situation she was in. And by the looks on her face she was more than happy.

“Hmm, I don’t normally get distracted. But sometimes it’s hard not to be. Especially when I have someone like you I can talk to.”

This woman was oozing confidence, it was almost intimidating, but the playful smile on her face made you want to kiss it off.

“So, you could say I’ve already made your night more fun? Since you were soo bored.”

She laughed again. God, that sexy laugh of hers was so captivating. She stepped a little closer into your space. “Sí, I’m definitely enjoying myself now.”

Fuck, she was honestly the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid your eyes on. She took another glance over your body for good measure. You could have sworn your saw her pupils grow.

You was about to ask for her name, but another women’s voice came in to pop your bubble.

“Ale, et necessiten per a una entrevista ràpida.”

Your GCSE Spanish wasn’t able to translate what she said.

“Estic venint.” The blonde smiled at her Spanish friend. You didn’t think she could be any sexier until you heard her speak in her mother tongue. She looked at you, clearly seeing your confused but turned on expression.

“I have to go, you’ll be at the after party sí?”

You felt giddy, the women clearly wanted to know you as much as you did her.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Might bring my pompoms.” You winked.

Her head tilted back as she laughed. “I can’t wait. Adéu, nena bonica.” She looked over you once more as she walked away with the other Spanish lady. You watched them walk out of them room, into the unknown.

You wasn’t sure what she said but you definitely liked it. You suddenly felt sad at the loss of the mystery woman. You looked around the room for Daisy, she was already looking at you from across the room, a massive smile on her face. She waved for you to come over.

You made your trip over to her, the smile on her face only got wider. You spoke before she could. “Sorry, got completely distracted. How’s it all going?”

Daisy looked at you, a weird expression on her face. “No, you’re good, was you having fun with your new friend?” She looked giddy.

“Erm, yeah I mean she was fucking hot. Did you see her?”

“Yeah, I saw. I didn’t want to interrupt.” She smiled, but her smile was weird. “Did you get her name?”

“No. I think her friend said it, but it was quick Spanish. Are we going to the drinks after?” You asked.

Daisy laughed, almost in disbelief. What was so funny?

“Yeah, we are. Did your friend ask if you were going?”

You smiled, almost bashful. “She did, but I’m here for you, an-“

Daisy put her hand up to your face, stopping you mid sentence. “Please understand I would never get in the way of you having a good time.” She chuckled. “I’ve watched you turn down plenty of girls on our nights out, just because it was our girls night.” She stopped to take a drink from her own glass. “Please don’t worry about me, have fun and don’t miss the opportunity with your new…friend.”

You smiled, you loved your friendship with Daisy it really was rare to have someone like her in your life.

“Thanks, D. Anyways, tell me the goss, whats happening?”

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About 40 minutes later you sat down for the award show, you were next to Daisy, only two rows away from the front. She was right about seeing faces you recognised from the telly, but you had only been looking for one face in particular. You had seen her just before taking your seats, she had her Spanish friend following her around, that now come to think of it looked more like an assistant. And you would know, it was also your job.

The lights dimmed and a brunette woman came on stage, you assumed she was an athlete from her body alone. The voice over then came into action.

Voice over - Please welcome your host tonight, England’s Lioness, Lucy Bronze.

The whole room clapped and cheered, she must have been someone big, you knew the lionesses were for women’s football, and maybe if you thought hard enough you had seen Lucy Bronze in the news when they won the…..World cup? Or was it Championship? It was something big.

Awards were passed out and speeches were made. They showed clips of women and girls in different sports, and the challenges they faced around the world just to play sport. It made you realise how little you knew about the topic as a whole and women in sports, it actually made you a little embarrassed.

It was near the end of the show, Lucy came back on stage. “This next award is dedicated to one of the biggest names, in not only women’s football but footballs itself. She even rivals myself with her long list of achievements.” The audience laughed at that. “Please can you give a hand to my friend and my capitana, Alexia Putellas.”

You nudged Daisy. “This is your award!” You clapped even louder, she smiled at you, but once again her smile was weird, maybe she was excited? Or nervous? You clapped and watched the screen begin to play, like it did for each winer of the night, showing a short film of their story in their sport. It was actually a lot more interesting than you would have thought.

The short film started with a ball at a pair of legs, the ball was kicked straight into the back of a goal net, then it panned back to the women who kicked it. Your jaw opened comically, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You felt Daisy laughing quietly next to you, you looked over at her, shock clear on your face. Was this a joke? You had been flirting with one of the greatest women’s football players? And she was flirting with you?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You whispered harshly.

Daisy laughed even harder, you looked back at the screen, even though you wanted answers, you wanted to watch the movie of the women who had been eye fucking you. And once again you was impressed, the women had done so much in her career.

When the film was over, Lucy walked back to the podium, Daisy’s award now in front of her. Even though she mugged you off and didn’t tell you about Alexia you grabbed her hand and smiled at her, you were so proud of your best friend and her work.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Alexia Putellas.” The audience clapped louder than before. That’s when you saw her, she walked on stage, she hugged Lucy for a few seconds. She picked up her award and smiled.

“Thank you, thank you everyone. This award means a lot to me. It’s not just myself that wins this but all the women in my life that have helped me get to where I am today. So this is for them, thank you for being in my corner and being my cheerleader. Gràcies, thank you.”

You couldn’t stop the stupid smile on your face, did she really just say that? Maybe you were over thinking it, maybe she had already planned to say it and it was just coincidence? Maybe.

The audience clapped and whistled, including yourself. You grabbed Daisy for a hug, her art now belonged to one of the greatest football players in women’s football. Pshh, look at you, already learning a thing or two.

The awards came to an end, you and Daisy made your way to the other room for the after party. It was a bar with a dance floor, but it was dark like a night club, but still had an alogant bar vibe to it. You made your way to a table, as more people started to make their way in.

You sat down, Daisy was standing. “I’ll grab drinks, the usual?”

You smiled up at her. “Please, D.”

She walked over to the bar that was already busy, you looked around the room, trying to not make it too obvious but you were looking for a certain Spaniard. After a few minutes of looking you glanced over your phone, you looked on insta to see if your new friend had an account, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you saw she had 3.3 million followers. You really had to get into the world of women’s sport a bit more.

You scrolled looking at her posts, you may have lingered on one or two bikini posts, until someone sat across from you.

“Now, tell me why a pretty girl like you is sitting here all alone and not on the dance floor.” Her Irish accent was clear as day. She had a cheeky face. Like Alexia, her eyes roamed over your body, her eyes were full of mischief. Alexia’s eyes undressed you slowly, but these eyes were fucking you hard from behind, not that you minded.

“I’m waiting for my friend to come back. So no dancing for me.” You smiled. She wasn’t rude or annoying but for some reason you didn’t want Alexia to see you speaking with her. Or maybe you did?

“Oh, she won’t mind if I keep her seat warm for her then.” This girl was very cheeky, you would have loved it any other night, a girl like her would be easily going home with you, but you wasn’t going to full into her charm. She continued.

“I’m guessing you’re not here for the sports, I would definitely remember your face.”

You laughed. “No, not here for the sports, I’m supporting my friend.”

She nodded as she drank her bottle of beer. “Right, gotcha, gotcha.”

“Are you here for the sports?” You asked.

The Irish girl chuckled while she wiped her nose. “I am here for the sport, yeah. I’m a footballer, I play for Arsenal.”

Another football player? Was you their type or something?

“Ohh, sorry. I’m so bad with sports, I don’t have a clue who anyone is.”

She really laughed at that, taking another drink of her beer. “That’s no bother. Are you having a good time? These tings can be awfully boring.”

“I am, it’s not been too bad, meeting new people is always fun.”

She looked at you then, like Alexia she was confident but the mischievousness gave her a cockiness to her, in a sexy way, and if it wasn’t for your new friend you would fall right into her Irish charm, but the Spanish had got a hard hold of your attention.

“Yeah, well I’m having more fun now I’m talking to you.” She smirked at you.

But before you could say anything else a hand landed on your shoulder. You both looked up to see the star of the show.

“Hola, noia bonica. Where are your pom-poms?” She smiled down at you, once again her smile making your insides do somersaults.

You laughed out loud. “Sorry, I must have left them again.” She smiled at the sound of your laugh. She looked over at the Irish girl, who was watching the two of you interact.

“Sorry, I’m not interrupting anything am I? It’s Katie, isn’t it?” The Spaniard smiled down at the girl across from you, you could see the challenge in Alexia’s eyes, waiting for her to say otherwise.

“Yeah, Katie, that’s right. No, you’re grand. Was just getting to know your friend here. She was sat all alone, you don’t want that now, do ya?” She stood up. “But you’re here now. So I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Okay, it was nice to meet you, Katie.” The Spaniard smiled.

“And you Alexia, but it was really nice to meet you.” Katie nodded her head towards you. “Hopefully I can talk to you a little more later.” She smirked at you. “I can’t help it when I see a pretty girl, ya see.” She smirked at Alexia this time, almost like a warning. You felt like you were in the middle of an old western stand off between two cow girls. Was it hot? Fuck yeah! Two gorgeous girls fighting over you, what could be better than that?

You felt the hand on your shoulder tighten slightly. You heard Alexia hum, and smile politely but you could tell from her eyes she wasn’t really smiling. The Irish girl walked away, she winked at you before she disappeared into the crowd. You exhaled the breath you was holding in, looking up at Alexia who also looked a little calmer.

“May I sit?” Alexia motioned to the now vacant chair.

“Please do.”

She sat down, moving the chair a little closer to you.

“I guess congratulations are in order.” You said.

Alexia looked at you, a playful smile crossed her face, her serious demeanour from a few seconds ago completely gone. “Gràcias.”

“I have to say I was a little bit shocked when I saw you pop up on the screen.”

“Ahh yes, did you enjoy it?” She smiled at you almost hopeful.

“Yeah, it was alright.” You looked around pretending to not be fazed. A playful smile on your face.

She laughed, her head tilted back. “You loved it, don’t lie.” She nudged your knee with her own. She continued. “Where is this friend of yours? I’m starting to believe you don’t have any.”

You chuckled. “She’s at the bar, trying to get us a drink, but it’s a bit busy.” You glanced over at the bar.

Alexia looked over and tutted. “Well, if you’d like you and your friend could join me? I have a table, with table service.”

“Well aren’t you generous.” You teased.

“What can I say? I’m a generous girl. I like to give.” She bit her lip at her last words, and my god you nearly melted on the chair.

“Or are you just trying to hide me from a certain Irish girl?” Your smile was playful but also suggestive.

She shock her head, laughing at you. “What? No, I would never! But if it helps to not have all these girls after you, then sí.” She looked at you, almost like she was cautious of what she said.

But she had nothing to worry about, you liked it, you liked the thought of this gorgeous girl not wanting to share you with anyone, and she didn’t even know you.

You leaned in closer to her, you could smell her perfume. “Don’t worry, you have my attention. I’m yours, for now.”

Even in the dark lighting you could see your words had an effect on her, a devilish smirk appeared on her lips. “Mine? I like that.”

Your eyes glistened with mischief, you looked at the blonde’s hazel eyes, she looked like she wanted to take you where you sat.

“I thought you might.” You leaned in closer.

“Merda. You’re naughty. I also like that.” She bit her lip once more, her eyes didn’t move from your lips.

But your bubble was popped again, but this time it was Daisy with your drinks.

“Ahem. Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.”

You both pulled away. And Daisy said you were bad with your timing, though you could tell by her face she didn’t mean to.

“Alexia, this is Da-“

“Hola Daisy! This is your friend?” Alexia looked between you.

“Hey Alexia, I’ve been wanting to say hi, but I saw you was busy most of the night.” Daisy handed you your drink.

“No, don’t apologise, I’m sorry I haven’t seen you! You’re the one who made my favourite award!” Alexia stood to hug Daisy. It made sense that they had met each other already, Daisy had told you at the pub that the footballer had requested for her specifically to make her award.

Daisy smiled. “I see you’ve met my plus one. I hope she’s keeping herself out of trouble.”

“Erm, I’m not trouble at all, it’s called being fun.” Your smile was playful.

“Sí, she’s no trouble. She’s been the most entertaining part of the event.”

That made you smile, and even Daisy too.

“I’m glad to hear it.” Your best friend laughed.

“I was just saying you two should come sit at my table, I have table service. I don’t want you to be up and down for drinks.”

“Ahh, how sweet of you. Thank you Ale.” Daisy said.

“It’s no problem, come let’s go. My tables just up here.”

Daisy spotted the table and walked, Alexia put her hand out for you to take. And you did, gladly. Her hands were large and strong. She pulled you up easily, she gestured for you to walk in front of her, and of course you made sure to sway your hips as you walked, clearly it’s what she wanted.

You got to the table, there was a few women already there all in their own conversations, One was Lucy, the presenter from earlier, who was in a deep conversation with another brunette woman, who had beautiful doe like eyes. Alexia introduced you all, she explained, that they were her team mates for Barcelona.

“Hey guys, big fan!” Daisy smiled, you could see even in the dark room her cheeks were slightly red.

But before you could sit down someone was shouting for Daisy. “Daisy! Daisy! I have Claude asking for you!”

Daisy turned around to see one of her work colleagues, panic on her face. “The Claude?”

“Yes! Come on.” Her colleague looked panicked but excited.

Daisy looked over at you, a slight panic of what to do.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t want to leave it’s ju-.”

You put your hand up to stop her. “Don’t even finish that line, go and do what you need to do, Daisy. I’m absolutely fine. Go graft girl.”

Alexia then jumped in. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after her Daisy, I promise.”

Your best friend smiled, and squeezed your hand. “Okay, I might be gone a while, if you decide to leave just text me, and please, please tell me you’re home.” She leaned in closer. “Or someone’s going else’s home.” She winked at you, thinking no one heard but by Alexia’s smile she definitely heard.

She continued. “Ale, thank you again for the invitation. We’ll keep in touch, and please look after this one.”

Alexia put her arm around your waist. “I will, don’t worry.”

Daisy gave you a quick hug. “Thank you for coming tonight, have fun and be safe.” Before you could reply she ran over to her colleague, who looked liked they were about to pass out.

You looked over at Alexia, she was pouring two glasses of champagne. She handed you one, making sure to let her fingers linger. She held up her drink for a toast. “To keeping out of trouble.”

You laughed loudly, you clinked your glass and drank the bubbly drink.

You couldn’t help but notice how fucking hot every one of the teammates were, how had you not got into women’s football before? You may have caught a few eyes raking over you, and Alexia definitely did to, if sitting between you and her team mates was anything to go by.

She leaned in close like she did before. “So, how do I still not know the name of the girl that’s distracted me from work?” She purred.

“Hmm, I think your mind was in other places before asking.” You teased and took a swig of your drink.

“You’re right, how rude of me. Let’s start again. I’m Alexia.” She put her hand out for you to take.

You took her hand and smiled. “Nice to meet you Alexia. My names, Y/N.”

She raised your hand to her lips, she kissed the back of your hand, her eyes locked with yours as she did. Fuck, she was smooth.

She repeated your name softly. “I like that name, I like the way it sounds.”

“I like the way it rolls off your tongue.” You were being bold.

She chuckled. “I can do a lot with my tongue.” But she was bolder.

And yeah, your pussy woke up from that.

You spent the next half an hour in your own bubble once again. You both flirted hard but she also asked what you did for work, she explained some bits of her football career that you had seen on her short film. You noticed though she wanted to talk more about you and your life, you didn’t mind, she probably was bored of having to talk about herself tonight.

Even though you were both close to taking off each other’s clothes, you wanted to know more about the Spaniard. She wasn’t like many girls you spoke to, she was confident, charming and witty, but there was also a sense of vulnerability. Though right now her body language was screaming to have you closer. Those same eyes that was undressing you earlier was full of desire, it was almost like she could see exactly how you looked while she fucked you. And you definitely wanted that to be a reality.

But that dahm bubble was popped again.

Alexia’s assistant had appeared, wincing a smile at you both. “Ale, perdó. Algunes preguntes ràpides per a la premsa anglesa.”

Alexia nodded. “Sorry, I just have to do this, I won’t be too long. You’ll be ok, sí?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be okay. You assured her.

She clearly didn’t want to leave you, all of the girls were now on the dance floor, so you’d be alone, clearly not what she wanted.

“Really, go. I’ll stay out of trouble.” You smiled playfully at her.

“Hmm, why do I not believe you.” She chuckled as she slowly walked away.

You watched as she went with her assistant. You went on your phone and sipped on your drink. But just like Alexia had worried you wasn’t alone for long.

“Hola, may I join you?”

You looked up to see another stunning woman, her arms were covered in tattoos, causing your eyes to roam her body. Something she didn’t miss from the smile on her face.

“Oh yeah, sure.”

“Are you here with someone?” She picked up the bottle from the bucket on the table and poured herself a glass, but not without topping up your own glass. You watched as her tattooed fingers wrapped around yours. You had to admit the Spanish girls had such confidence when it came to flirting.

“I’m here with my friend, she’s about but not sure where.” You smiled.

“Ah, just friend? That’s why she doesn’t mind leaving you.”

You were confused. “What do you mean?”

She sat down next to you, right where Alexia sat. “Well, she’s your friend, she doesn’t mind if you talk with others, sí? Because if you were more then my friend, I wouldn’t leave you alone, not with all these girls here.”

“Ohh I see, but what if I have a girlfriend at home?” You challenged playfully.

She drank her drink and shrugged. “She’s at home.” She smiled wickedly at you.

Fuck. These girls were keeping you on your toes.

“My names Mapi.” She put her hand out to shake yours, and as you went to take it a perfect pair of red lips printed on your skin caught yours and Mapi’s eyes.

“Ahh, I’m not the first to talk to you tonight.” She smirked.

You didn’t even realise Alexia had left lipstick on your skin, it sent shivers up your spine, it made you feel like she had already made a statement to mark you as hers.

“I’m Y/N. You’re not the first. ” You smiled.

She continued. “So, your friend. Is she a footballer?” Just like Alexia and Katie, Mapi roamed her eyes up your body, taking in your curves. She smiled as she caught your eyes.

Of course you didn’t mind, if you were going to have anyone look at you in that way you wanted the likes of these girls looking at you. The women’s gaze was the only gaze you wanted. Like Katie, there was no question that you would have had Mapi in your bed tonight. But unfortunately for her you had your eyes set on another Spaniard. Even if she was making it a little difficult for you.

“No, she’s not an athlete, she designed one of the awards.” You took a sip of your drink.

She nodded her head. “Ohh I see, that’s cool.”

“I’m guessing you’re a footballer?” You had a feeling you knew what she was going to say.

She leaned back, displaying a hard six pack, she put her arm over the back of your seat, making her look even more attractive.

“Sí I play for Barcelona. Do you watch football?”

You had to hold back your laugh, of course she played for Barcelona. “I don’t, but I think after tonight I will.”

She laughed, she sat even closer to you, her woody perfume took over your senses. She whispered in your ear. “If you want I can be your first taster.”

Wow, football girls were officially your new type, but before you could respond and politely decline, you heard a voice.

“És clar que hauria de ser tu, Mapi.”

Mapi backed up from you instantly on hearing her captain’s voice. “Què? ella està amb tu?”

Alexia smiled at you. “Sí, però gràcies per fer-li companyia.”

Mapi moved even further from you, putting her her hands up in defence. It might be silly but it was hot to see Alexia once again being jealous over a girl talking to you.

“Ho sento. Ella està calenta. Què puc dir?”

Mapi stood up this time, she drank her drink and looked over at you smirking.

“This is why you shouldn’t be left alone, girls like me come along. Have a good night, noia sexy.”

You chuckled. “It was nice to meet you, Mapi.”

The Spaniard walked closer to Alexia. “Déu meu, tens molta sort. Ella és molt calenta.”

Alexia smiled devilishly at you, her eyes staring straight into yours, it sent a shiver down your spine. It might have been the first time she intimidated you, not that you hated it.

Mapi smiled one last time at you before heading back into the dance floor. Leaving the two of you alone.

Alexia walked over to you, like a lion to its kill. She sat down where Mapi sat. “I leave you for five minutes and you already have another girl on you. You definitely can’t stay out of trouble.” She purred.

“Sorry, it must be a footballer thing.” You teased.

“You’ve had six girls after you, and that’s just from the ones that I know about. Including myself.” She almost sounded annoyed.

“Six?” You questioned.

“Sí, I had three other girls ask about you. But I said you were with me.”

You raised your eyebrows at the blonde, if there was one thing that turned you on about a girl, it was their possessiveness, to a degree of course. But with Alexia it felt like you were in control, she was the one fighting for you and she didn’t even know your last name, you could easily leave tonight without saying another word to her.

Not that you were ever going to do that.

She continued. “Sorry, if it’s too much, you did say you were mine tonight, no?” She smirked at you, she knew you were loving this, she could read you like an open book.

You leaned into her ear, your lips grazed her skin just slightly. “Prove it. Make me yours.”

You almost thought you had said the wrong thing then. Alexia stared at you with a look you couldn’t put your finger on, until she leaned over to your face, her lips inches from yours.

“You might regret that.”

Even the butterflies in your stomach were turned on at this point, this woman was the definition of all your sex dreams. You could feel your body needing her, and she could feel it to.

She continued. “I have a driver outside.”

You didn’t need to hear anything else, you stood up looking at Alexia, she didn’t miss a beat. She grabbed your hand and headed straight to the exit. Within minutes you were in the back of a fancy blacked out Mercedes.

“Can we go to my hotel please.”

“Yes, Ms Putellas.” The driver replied. A blacked out window glided up between you and the driver, giving you and Alexia privacy.

You looked over at the blonde, her hungry eyes were already scanning your body, you had a feeling this girl was going to wreck you. Her eyes caught you own, a devious smile crept on her lips, making your pussy flutter.

“So, you’re all mine?”

“All yours.”

Her lips were on yours in seconds, the kiss was rough and messy, you tried to dominate the kiss but you didn’t try too hard. Not when Alexia was kissing you the way she was, she licked her tongue over your lips, wanting entry and you gave it to her easily.

And wow she could kiss, it might sound silly but her kisses felt different to an English girl, it was like her tongue had more control over its movements. Though, you had heard before that Spanish girls were one of the best for giving head, it was something to do with their tongues, the way they moved it when they spoke. Maybe you’d be able to put it to the test.

You groaned in pleasure as she kissed you deeper, her hands snaked into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. You pulled back for air, but she only pulled you back again, wanting your mouth on hers. You could tell she was as desperate for you as you was her, she let out a small moan as you pressed your tongue into her mouth.

Her red lipstick had all but disappeared by the time you got to her hotel.

You hadn’t realised how nice of a hotel it was when you entered. Her room was over looking the Thames and most of London’s skyline, making the room glow from the city’s lights.

You walked towards the window looking over the city, it was always one of your favourite views at night. Other than a naked woman in your bed.

That’s when you felt the Spaniard move your hair gently to one side, her hot lips pressed against the back of your neck. She hummed into you, making your skin cover in goosebumps. She smiled into the kiss, she obviously felt what she was doing to you. You whimpered as she kept her mouth working on you, her hands gripping your waist.

You were on cloud nine, Alexia’s mouth and body pressed up against you like this made the city lights look blurry. She moved your body around to face her, she leaned closer into you, her hazel eyes roamed your face, landing on your lips. Even in the dark her eyes glowed like gold, her eyes reminded you of a cat hunting at night. The atmosphere changed from fast and quick to soft and sensual.

“Can I get you anything? A drink? Tea?” She smiled.

“No thanks, just want you.”

She hummed. “What do you want from me?”

“To fuck me. Do what you want with me.”

“Merda.” She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She must have liked what you said as you were suddenly being picked up like a rag doll, like you was nothing. Your legs wrapped around her waist as she walked you to the bedroom. Your back hit the wooden door as you entered her room, she was on your neck with her sweet mouth, kissing you, her hips pressing you hard against the door.

“What can’t I do?” She whispered.

“I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” You rasped

“Any safe words?” She kissed your lips.

“Red, yellow and green?”

“Sí.” She husked.

“Same for you?”

“Sí, the same for me.”

You were thrown on the bed, your back hitting the mattress, once again you couldn’t believe the strength of the girl in front of you. She climbed on top of you, her lips attacking your neck, she had already worked out it was your sweet spot, making you moan as her lips sucked and licked on your skin. She was definitely making a mark, and normally you wouldn’t have it, you wouldn’t walk around with a love bite on show, but with Alexia you wanted it. You wanted to look in the mirror and remember it was her that gave it to you. That claimed you.

Her hand stroked up your thigh, pushing the slit of your dress up, inching higher to where you needed her. You were wet, you could feel your thong becoming drenched, you could feel your skin sticking to the thin fabric. Her hips pushed into you, she was clearly finding her self composure hard to control. Her fingers traced over your sensitive skin, between your thighs, teasing you, maybe even teasing herself.

“Please.” You whispered.

“Please what?” She smiled as she kissed down your chest.

“Please, I need you.”

“Hmm, you need me?” She purred.

“Yes.” Your voice was desperate.

“How much?” She started to move your straps of your dress down your shoulders, revealing your black laced bra.

“Since I saw you.” Your voice almost broken as she attached her lips to the top of your breast.

“Hmm, that’s a long time. You must be desperate?”

“I a- am. Fuck!” Your voice strained as she attached her mouth to your perked nipple. You didn’t even notice she had opened your bra, she had taken advantage of the front clasp. Thank god for front clasps.

Her mouth was perfect, she sucked and bit on your nipple, making you groan, your hand tangled in her blonde hair. She bit at your flesh, then sucked again to soothe the pleasurable pain. The noise you let out was loud, she smiled up at you, clearly enjoying her view.

“You’re loud. I like that.”

You couldn’t form words, you groaned and tugged gently at her hair as she moved to your other nipple. One of her hands were still in between yours thighs, slowly tracing her fingers up and down your sensitive skin. She was driving you mad, and she knew it. Her hips relentlessly pushed into your core, making you moan again and again.

“Please, Alexia.” You felt like you could have cried, you were that desperate. Your pussy was aching, needing something. Needing her.

You felt her chuckle into your skin, her fingers finally, but just barely touched the fabric over your pussy.

“Merda, estàs molt mullat.” She rasped.

You didn’t have a clue what she was saying but fuck, did it make you wet. She could be calling you every name under the sun and you didn’t care. As long as she was saying it.

“Is this all for me?” She began to sit up.

“Yes.” You nodded your head, you couldn’t help but wonder how desperate you must have looked. “All for you.”

“You really are trouble, aren’t you?”

“Only if you want me to be.” God this girl was making you a mess, you was putty in her hand and she hadn’t even touched you.

She watched you as she started to remove her jacket, her smile never leaving her face. You sat up at the end of the bed, you helped pull the arms down, and you were right, she was completely naked underneath. All night she had been walking around with nothing on, she clearly had a lot of trust in the jacket.

Her full breast was now on show, you let out an appreciative sigh. She was fucking gorgeous. You kissed her tight stomach, you watched as her muscles flexed from your mouth. Her hands stroked into your hair, sending a shiver down your spine. You kissed and licked at her beautiful olive skin, kissing up to the line of where her trousers sat. You looked up at her, bitting your lip asking for permission.

She nodded, watching you like a hawk. You popped open the button and slowly pulled her zip down, revealing more skin, and the start of her red laced thongs. Before you could pull her trousers down she cupped your chin, making you face her. She gently ran her thumb over your bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful. So many girls wanted you tonight, so many eyes were on you. But you chose to be with me. I am very lucky.”

You felt yourself blush, one minute she had you begging to be fucked, now she had you going red and shy.

“You had eyes on you too, I saw the way people looked at you.”

She smiled then, but it wasn’t her normal smile you had seen all night, it almost looked a little sad. But you didn’t have time to question it, she shuffled out of her trousers letting them hit the floor. She stood you up, pulling your dress over your head, you were both now only in your underwear.

You moved your mouth to her breast, and sucked on her sensitive nipple. You heard her suck in a breath, her hands going straight to your hair. You gave her breast the attention that they deserved, sucking, biting and kissing on the blushed coloured flesh. She groaned softly, her eyes were closed enjoying the sensation of your mouth. You let go of the flesh with a loud popping sound. Letting your lips rub against her.

She opened her eyes, the golden hazel colour you had seen earlier had now nearly disappeared. She pushed you on the bed once more. Your thongs were being pulled down your thighs, you both saw the wetness attached to the fabric, the smile on her face turned devilish.

“You’re mine, sí?”

“Yes. All yours.”

She climbed on top of you, peppering kisses down your body, it felt like she kissed every possible bit of flesh on your body. Then she was in between your legs. Her teeth sunk into your thighs, making you whimper. She soothed the red mark with her tongue, kissing and licking.

Then finally, her tongue licked through your very wet folds. You wasn’t sure who groaned louder. Her tongue licked through you again, and again and again, until she was in a rhythm. What you heard about Spanish girls was right, it was a whole different sensation. She dipped her tongue into your cunt, making you groan, your hands grabbed her head, pushing her deeper as she fucked you with her tongue.

“Alexiaaa! Fuck!”

She glided her tongue up to your clit, wrapping her full lips around your bundle of nerves. And fuck, you were already close. But who could blame you? She’d worked your body up to the point of tears. She sucked and licked at your sensitive flesh, your hands were still in her hair, moving her how you wanted her. Not that you needed to do much, she knew what she was doing, her mouth was perfect. Your eyes closed as you started feeling your orgasm approaching, your stomach tightening, feeling the warmth glide over your body.

“I’m close, please don’t stop.”

But she did. She moved her mouth away from you, you could see your juices all over her chin and lips, she looked breathtaking.

“Nooo! I was so cl-.”

Then you felt her fingers at your entrance. She thrusted two fingers into you, cutting off your words. You let out a deep throaty moan, as her thick fingers began to thrust into you.

“Not until I say you can.”

Fuck, she really was the girl of your dreams.

You nodded, wanting to be good for her. You couldn’t help but find it a little worrying at how easy it was for Alexia to see right though you. How easy she could get you begging, denying your orgasm, leaving marks all over your body and you had only met her a couple of hours ago. And you thought you were in control?

“Bona noia.” She whispered.

She began to thrust deeper, her fingers pushing against your soft flesh, pushing your body to control what it desperately needed. You couldn’t stop the moans slipping out of your mouth, her fingers were talented, just like her mouth. You watched her strong arm flex at her movements.

“You will take my dick. Sí?”

She had a strap? This girl was made in heaven.

“Yes, yes.” You cried.

“Good. You want to come like this?”

“Your mouth and fingers. Please!.” You begged.

She chuckled deeply. She leaned back down and attached her lips to your clit again, making you scream. She hummed against your core, your hand tangled in her hair as you felt your climax approaching. You looked down to see those golden hazel eyes staring at you. You pushed your hips into her mouth, grinding her tongue on your swollen clit. Her fingers were relentless, your thighs started to shake, your fingers pulled at her hair, pushing her closer to your sex. You came hard, Alexia’s name rolling off your tongue as your body shuddered.

She stayed there, well she had to, you didn’t let her go. You thrusted your hips, taking every bit of her tongue. She lapped up your ever flowing juices, slurping and swallowing, making you gasp and whimper. You finally let go of her hair, but she didn’t move, she traced her tongue all over your pussy, kissing and sucking. Her strong hands kept your hips down, not able to move.

“Ale… fuck. Alexia, baby, please.” You gently gasped.

She didn’t move, she was in her own world, tasting you, eating your cunt like it was her last meal. You groaned gently, letting her take what she wanted from you. You could feel another orgasm already building back up. She finally stopped, she must have felt your body tensing, she wasn’t going to let you come again that quickly.

“You taste so good baby.”

She kissed your thighs as she climbed up to your face, kissing you gently. You groaned at tasting yourself on her tongue, her smile once again making your stomach flutter.

Alexia jumped off the bed, you tried to catch your breath as you watched her rummage around in her suitcase. You pushed yourself on your elbows, watching the Spaniard attaching her harness, a 7 inch dildo sat between her strong thighs.

“So, do you always carry your harness around?” You teased.

She chuckled. “Sí, it’s my travel harness.”

You laughed loud, this girl was ridiculous.

She continued. “Are you complaining? I can take this off?”

You shock your head, eyes wide. “No. Sorry.”

She smirked, she turned back around in her suit case and pulled out a black tie.

“I think I might have to tie you up, you’ve been trouble all night.”

You nodded, you put your hands in front of you for her to tie. You could feel your pussy throbbing again. She stepped in front of you, her dick inches from your body.

“Uh-ah, hands behind your back baby.” Her tone was soft.

You stood up, turning around to allow her to tie your wrist. She ever so gently bounded your hands together, it was tight, you couldn’t get I out of it if even if you tried. Your breathing picked up, you could feel your legs shaken in anticipation.

She moved your hair to the side like she did before, her lips gently kissed up your neck, her mouth was close to your ear.

“If it’s too much, tell me baby. I’ll stop straight away. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay, thank you. I’m green.”

She continued to kiss your neck, her hands snaked up to your breast squeezing gently. You groaned from her touch, as her large hands roamed your breast.

“M'encanten els sorolls que fas.” She whispered.

“Fuck, Ale.”

“Yes, baby?” Her lips were hot on your skin driving you mad.

“I love it when you speak to me like that.”

“In Catalan? You like it?” She purred.

“Yes.” Your hips moved backwards.

She chuckled at your lack of patience. “Ets la meva bona noia.”

You groaned again, your hips pushed back, hitting her dick on your arse.

“Get on your knees and show me what your pretty mouth can do.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You turned around to stand in front of her and dropped to your knees, you took the tip of her dick in your mouth and sucked.

Her hands were in your hair instantly. You pushed your mouth further on the length of her dick, swallowing her inch by inch. You pulled back to catch your breath, you could feel yourself becoming wet all over again. You looked up at the Spaniard, she looked as wrecked as you felt, you could see was clenching her jaw, her eyes were full of lust.

“You look so good.” She whispered.

You took a deep breath as you took her back into your mouth. She groaned looking down at you, she watched your mouth take her more than half way. She gently pushed your head to take more of her, but you began to choke. You pulled back again, tears began to prick at your face.

“Take a deep breath baby, relax your throat.” She stroked your cheek, she looked deep in your eyes, almost lovingly. You would have laughed if her dick wasn’t shoved in your mouth, the girl could switch up her tone so easily.

You nodded, you took another deep breath and slowly took her in again, you felt her hand at the back of your head, guiding you further down her dick. You got past the halfway point, you could feel the tip of her dick touching the back of your tongue. A single tear fell from your eye as you pushed yourself. Her hand was still on your head, she pushed her dick slowly but firmly into the back of your throat, your nose just touching her stomach.

“That’s it baby, just like that. You’re doing so good.” She rasped.

You pulled back slightly, then slowly took her back in your throat, her hands tightening in your hair. Spit started to drip from your mouth, as you kept sucking on her dick. She started to gently move her hips in time with your movements, pushing herself further down your throat. It made you gag, but she kept her hand on your head.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe. You’re doing so good.”

And you did, you calmed your breathing and pushed on her dick. A few more tears trickled down your cheeks. She thrusted her hips again, slowly and gently, never taking her eyes off of you.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me. If only all those girls could see you now, taking me like this.” She groaned.

You moaned at her words, you loved a girl that spoke to you during sex, it turned you on to no end. And her accent only made it that much hotter. Your pussy was throbbing, aching to be touched again, but you wanted so badly to please Alexia.

Her hips started to pick up pace, her thick dick sliding in and out of your throat. You could hear her breathing becoming shallow. She easily took control over your movements, not that you had any real choice, your hands tied behind your back put you under her complete control. And you loved it.

“Tal qual, Tal qual. Sí.” She groaned. “So good.”

Your wet slurping noise filled the room, spit dribbled down your mouth and on to the floor. The strap was hitting Alexia perfectly on her clit, she had been turned on as much as you so she wasn’t far from her own orgasm.

“Merdaa. Your mouth is perfect. Just take a little more baby.”

And you did, Alexia fucked your throat until her legs started to tremble. Her moaning got louder, you could tell she found that sweet spot as her hips thrusted faster, You pushed yourself as hard as you could, as she used your mouth to reach her own orgasm. She was mumbling a mixture of Catalan and English as she was tipping over the edge.

“Estic venint! I’m coming!” She pushed your head down the whole length of her dick as she came. Your nose was pressed against her hard stomach as she rutted against the base of her strap.

“Merda, merda.” She whispered, she pulled your head back gently, just as you began to choke.

“Oh Déu meu, I can’t feel my legs, you were so good baby. Are you okay?” She rasped, her hands stroked your face so gently. You breathed hard, trying to catch your breath, tears streaming down your face as you coughed.

“Y-yeah. I’m good.” You panted. Smiling up at the blonde.

“You were so good for me. Come.” She picked you up to your feet easily. She kissed your swollen lips gently. “Colour?”

“Green.” You husked.

“Okay, are your arms okay?” She wiped away your tears, smiling at you.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You felt your stomach flutter.

“Good, I want to fuck you from behind, like this. Is that oka-“

“Yes, yes. It’s okay. Please. Do it, please.” Fuck, she had officially wrecked you.

Alexia’s eyebrows raised in shock, she started to smirk. “She’s still desperate, that’s okay. I’ll fix that.”

She turned you around facing the bed, you felt her hand gently push your body down to lay. Your arms were still tied behind your back, once again you were under Alexia’s control. You couldn’t believe tonight had turned into this, you had only gone to out support your best friend and now was about to be railed by the girl of your dreams. Best. Night. Ever.

She moved your body to how she wanted you. The side of your face was pressed into the mattress, and your arse was in the air, you were lined up perfectly to her dick. She stroked her hand down your back, looking at the beautiful site in front of her. She could see you was dripping. Your thighs were wet.

“You are perfect.” She stroked her fingers through your folds, making you whimper.

She didn’t want to wait around anymore, she’d pictured you in many different ways tonight, and finally she was living her dreams.

She pushed the head of her dick slowly into you, and it was thick. Her hands grabbed hold of your waist, you both gasped as she pushed the rest of herself inside, making you stretch. She began to roll her hips, already loving the small noises you were making for her. In this position she had full control over you. And like the submissive little bitch that you were, you loved it.

“Fuck, you take me so well. Look at you. You’re mine, Sí?”

“Yes!” You cried.

Her hips began to thrust at a hard pace, making you cry out. Her hips were strong, the noises of her skin slapping your skin was erotic. The room was drowning in your whimpers and moans as the Spaniard fucked you like she owned you. And that’s exactly what she was doing, you’d told her you was hers tonight, she was fucking you like you was hers.

“You’re mine? Tell me.” She demanded.

“Y-yes. I’m y-yours. Yours.” You struggled to speak.

Your mumbles were incoherent, you were seeing stars as her hips kept up a relentless pace. You wasn’t going to come like this, you could feel your orgasm teetering but you needed your clit to be touched.

“Alexia, please. Touch me.”

“Not yet baby, we come together.” She panted out.

You wanted to argue but you were scared she would deny your orgasm completely. So you kept quite and took what she gave you, it wasn’t like you wasn’t loving her fucking you like this. However, you didn’t take in to consideration the stamina this girl possessed. You had been with many different types of girls, but never a footballer, not a professional athlete. And my god she made your body work. She had you going like this for another 20 minutes.

And those 20 minutes were heaven and hell. Your body was going limp, sweat ran down your back as she thrusted into you. You felt her strong hand squeezeyour arse cheeks, guiding you up and down on her dick, moving you around like her own personal sex toy. Your clit was crying out to be touched. But, finally, by the sounds of her breathing and moaning she sounded close herself. Her nails dug into your skin as she pushed herself against the strap, the pressure was just right as she rubbed her clit against the base, causing her to go deeper inside your core.

“Take it baby, take it.” She groaned.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head. She moved her fingers on to your clit, she hardly needed to touch you before your body started to jerk. Her fingers rubbed beautifully at your bundle of nerves, making you plead for her to not stop.

“I love the way you beg. It drives me crazy. Come for me, you’ve been so good.” Alexia panted.

An animalistic cry escaped your mouth as your orgasm hit you. Your pussy pulsated hard around her dick, and Alexia didn’t stop, she thrusted her hips deep, pulling your tight walls, making you almost pass out. And she was right behind you, her orgasm took over her body, she leaned forward, grabbing the back of your neck, pushing your face into the mattress. Her hips roughly doubled down her pace. The air in your lungs was being forced out from her sheer strength.

A deep, rumble like moan escaped her lips, as she came. Her hips slowed down to a stop. She gently pulled out of you, you cried out as you felt the warmth of her body leaving you.

“You’re so perfect. Merda.”

You felt her untie your hands, she helped you guide them forward, knowing they would be a little stiff now. You moaned from the ache in your muscles, you could just about move your arms. Your wrists were red, that was definitely going to leave a mark for a while. Another mark to remember her by. You felt her guide you on your back, it nearly took your breath away how fucking good she looked, her face was flushed, her hair a little bit of a mess and her smile was dopey.

“You okay? What’s your colour?”

“I’m green, green everywhere.” You laughed quietly. “Your colour?” Even though she was mostly the one in control you still wanted to make sure she was okay.

She smiled, she looked surprised to be asked. “I’m green, thank you, cariño. I’m going to run a bath.” She was gone all of a sudden. It made you suddenly realise you were in Alexia’s room, in her space, in her way. You felt a little dazed, you stood up on shaky legs, you were looking around for your clothes, trying to get out of the girls way.

Alexia came back into the room, she watched you a little confused. “What are you doing?”

You jumped, suddenly feeling a lot more shy. “Oh sorry, I don’t want to be in your way.”

She stepped closed to you. A serious expression on her face. “I don’t want you to leave. You can if you want to. But I want you to stay, relax your body in the bath, you will be sore.” She smirked.

You felt a little calmer, her eyes were watching you for any indication of what you were thinking. She must have realised you were overthinking it all. She continued. “Please, I don’t fuck girls and kick them out. Let me look after you.” She kissed the back of your hands, never taking her eyes off of you.

You nodded, your hands crept up her neck, pulling her closer towards you. She closed the gap with her lips attached to your own. It was slow and sensual, it was what you needed after the sex you just had. She picked you up, again the strength of this girl was unbelievable. She walked you to the bathroom, putting you on the cabinet side, you squealed from the cold service on your cheeks.

“Sorry baby.” She genuinely looked sorry.

“No it’s okay. I can take it.”

That made her smile. “Hmm, I saw from tonight that you can take a lot.” She purred in your ear.

She had made you a bubble bath, you felt almost a little embarrassed at how you felt earlier, trying to rush out. Though sometimes being fucked from an inch of your life could bring up emotions like that, that’s clearly why she was doing this for you. She understood.

She helped you get in, it was perfect. You laid back and relaxed, allowing the hot water to relax your muscles. She left you to be alone for about 10 minutes, until you needed her again. It scared you, you were feeling a little too attached to a girl you hadn’t even known a day.

“Ale.”

She came in, a beautiful smile on her face, she looked a little tired. It made you think about her leaving for tomorrow. Would you ever see her again? She stroked your hair back behind your ear. Kissing your forehead. She helped you out of the bath, and into the room, she helped you to dry your body, her lips kissing your back. Making you gasp. She laid you on the bed, sleep was taking over your body, you then heard what sounded like a shower and then sleep took you for the night.

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You woke the next morning to a hot kisses on your back, you almost forgot where you were until you could hear Alexia hum against your skin. Her lips were all over your back, making you moan, it was the best kind of way to wake up, well, that was until she guided you on your back.

“Good morning. I hope you don’t mind but, I really want to taste you.”

She stared up at you as she kissed your stomach. Your sleepy daze hadn’t left you yet, your arms ached from last night. But my god there was no way you’d say no to this.

You nodded your head. “Please.” Your morning voice was rougher then normal, you was desperate for this women all over again.

She was between your legs in seconds, she was just as desperate as you, she sucked and licked on your clit until you came twice for her. Your tired hips gently fucked her face, your hands twisted in her hair, pushing her head against you as you came on her tongue. You felt her moan, as she swallowed your juices. Now that was a way to wake up.

You looked down at her beautiful morning face, her eyes were still sleepy, her smile was a little dazed. God this girl was beautiful.

“Let me please.” You whispered. You hadn’t got to taste the gorgeous woman in front of you yet, it felt criminal that you hadn’t had your mouth on her.

You could see even in her sleepy haze that she wanted it too but that vulnerable side you saw last night had creeped back up. She climbed up your body and laid next to you, for the first time she looked nervous, you wanted to make sure she knew she was wanted.

“You look so beautiful, Ale.” You kissed her lips gently.

You kissed her neck, sucking on parts of her skin that made her squirm. The roles seemed to have reversed this morning, she was the one submitting to you, her whimpers and moans made your head spin. You lowered yourself between her legs, she was dripping.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Ale. All for me?” She nodded, her lips between her teeth. “Sí.”

You didn’t wait around, you dipped your tongue through her velvety folds, her juices covered your tongue as you finally got to taste her. You had wondered what she tasted like the majority of the night, wondered what she would sound like while you sucked on her clit. And it was better than anything you could have imagined. She was perfect, she was your new favourite flavour.

You lapped up at her wet cunt, stroking and gliding your tongue through her sensitive flesh. Making sure to miss her clit, you just wanted to stay there all day, listen to her make those sweet noises. It was the first time you were really getting to hear her, she’d only grunted and moaned last night, but now you got to really hear her. You were shocked at how delicate she sounded, how desperate she was, the sounds you were dragging out of her made your head spin. It was a complete 360 from her confident, dominant self. Maybe that’s why she looked so nervous.

You felt her fingers glide into your hair, pulling at your scalp.

“Please stop teasing. Please.”

You stopped your movements. “What was that baby?”

She whined. “Please, I need you.”

“You need me?” You quickly licked her clit. Her body jolted, her body was more wound up than you thought.

“Sí. I need you.”

Another lick. She gasped.

“Hmm, are you mine?”

“Sí. I’m yours. Please.”

Well, that was easier than you would have liked. So you kissed her clit, wanting to tease her. She cried out, she pulled your hair to try and get you where she needed you, and you didn’t want to tease her no more, not when she looked close to tears.

You wrapped your lips around her bundle of nerves and sucked. Her back arched of the mattress as she fucked your face, her hands pulled your closer to her sex. Once again you were under her control, but you really didn’t mind, as long as she came in your mouth that’s all you cared about.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Her legs were shaken, her high pitched whines became loud, you was certain the people either side of you could hear her.

“Merda!” She pushed your head down, keeping you where she needed you as she came in your mouth. Her juices gushed in your mouth, her hands in your hair didn’t allow you to move. You swallowed every drop as she snaked her hips slowly, feeling your skilful tongue. She breathed hard as she let go, you looked up to see her chest rising and falling. She felt like she had been to heaven and back.

“Wow, I don’t know if I known English anymore.” She chuckled, her hand over her face. You could see her cheeks were flushed.

You crawled up to her face, kissing her deeply, she moaned as both your flavours blended in your tongues. You spent another half an hour cuddled up in her sheets, you traced your fingers on her tattoos, you wondered what they stood for. Your bubble of bliss was interrupted when her phone alarm went off.

She groaned, turning off the noise. You suddenly felt dread, you knew what that meant. You had to leave, and get on with your life and she went back to Barcelona. You felt like you were loosing something you never even had. Someone you met less then 24 hours ago who suddenly felt like someone whose side you never wanted to leave.

“I have to get ready for my flight.” She sounded sad, maybe even angry. She turned around and kissed your cheek. You both got ready to leave. It was quiet between you, the atmosphere had changed from fast and hungry to, silent and sad.

Suddenly she was behind you, her warm body pressed against your back. She whispered in your ear. “Would you visit?”

“In Barcelona? Yes.” You whispered back.

She pulled you closer, her lips back on your neck.

“You promise?”

“Yes.”

“You’re mine?”

“Fuck, yes.”

She had you pressed up against the wall, her fingers pressed against your clit, as she gave you your third orgasm of the morning. You told her you was hers throughout.

She arranged for a taxi to pick you up. You were in your dress from the night before, you clearly looked like were doing the walk of shame. She pulled out a thick cream Nike jumper from her suitcase and started to pull it over your head. Your senses were surrounded by her smell. It made you feel warm and soft inside. Fuck.

She walked down with you to the taxi, you felt a mix of emotions, you wanted nothing more than to stay with this girl, but you were from two different worlds. You didn’t regret last night but the feelings that had come with it were maddening, you’d been with girls like this before, but there was something different about Alexia. And she felt it to.

She pulled you in for hug, she kissed your lips with so much passion, you could feel the emotion behind it. She pulled back, holding your face in her large hands. She looked you in your eyes, her hazel orbs searched your face.

“My cheerleader.” She chuckled.

You laughed out loud, making the Spaniard smile. Fuck this was hard. She pulled the hoody over your head and pressed another kiss to your mouth.

“Goodbye, cariño.”

“Bye, Alexia.”

She watched you get in the back of the cab, and closed the door behind you. The car started to pull away, you watched as she stood there, watching you drive away. She stayed until you turned the corner.

And she was gone.

I hope you liked it, I very much enjoyed writing it. I’ve used Google for the translation, so apologies for anything being wrong! This a one shot for now, but will add to it later.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 4

pairing: witch!wanda x fem!reader

summary: trick or treat? definitely a treat!

warnings: smut!!!, dark!wanda, dubcon!!, anal, overstimulation, edging, grooping, kinda voyeurism, inserting tentacles, over all dark themes! if you find anything else - I’ll add it!

words count: 3.6k

an: to be honest im not really sure what i did here, umm this fic was written with the biggest block ever, so I do apologize, also it wasn’t proofread, so yeah

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"I´m coming! Just a minute," was heard on the other side of the door as soon as you knocked. Every second bring your body more anxiety, so you try to shake it off by fidgeting with your ring.

After few minutes the door finally opens - and a pretty tall lady, with red hair and aboslutely georgous black dress smiles at you. Your eyes scan her whole look under a second and you look back into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, glisten with a captivating emotion. Her gaze is drawing you in with a mysterious charm. These stunning green eyes seem to reflect the beauty, but also the mystery that comes with the readhead infront of you.

"Trick or treat!" you say as you smile back at her.

"Oh sweetheart," now it´s her turn to look you up and down. Her smile is raplaced by a confusion. "um... and what are you supposed to be?" The redhead tilts her head.

"I- uh a witch." You try to answer with confidence, as you bring your wand up to show her your full fit.

You wouldn´t win an award for the best costume this Halloween, but you tried and everything is homemade, so you should definitely get some bonus points for that. Full black outfit with some spider webs around your torso sounded like a good idea, but maybe it was really hard to tell who are you trying to be.

"Oh- i see now." She nods, but you can see the disappointment in her face. She throws some candy into your bag, but you notice right away that it was only a licorice sweets, which is the worst thing she could give you. "Where is the rest of your group?" She asks as she looks behind you as if she´s waiting for someone else to come.

"Uh... it´s just me. No one wanted to go with me, since they think my outfit sucks." You sigh as you look down, deep down feeling like they might be right.

"Oh no, sweetheart. None of that." She steps closer and her soft fingers touches your chin, lifting it for you to make eye contact with her. "How about I´ll help you with your outfit and at the end of the night you´ll have every candy you ever dreamed off?" Her fingers gently caressing your chin.

"Really?" Your eyes spark with excitement. So much excitement.

"Come on in." The redhead let go of your chin and steps away from the door so you can come inside.

"Thank youuu-" Your eyes met hers again.

"Please call me Wanda." She smiles.

"Thank you, Wanda." You smile back.

As you come inside you can notice that her house is magnificent, everywhere you look you can see architectural details and many ornate decorations, especially on the stairs. It feels kinda like a labyrinth of richly hued tapestries, ornamental vases, and mirrors that capture the light just perfectly. Every corner of the house is a organized, with towering bookshelves that look like a billion dollars worth collection of books, with lots of knowlage in them. The overall ambiance is like a old charm, a sensations of history and elegance. To be honest you wouldn´t be shocked if an 150 old lady lived here, not a beautiful young lady like Wanda.

"Ohh so you like witches too?" You look through her library, reading some of her book titles.

Spells - and everything that comes with them, Spreading your power, Flying around the world: positions, Potions - third edition (extremly addicting)...

Wanda hums as she watches you being interest in her books. "I wrote most of them myself." She says, her voice was still sweet, but you could hear the little harsh tone she added to it, raspy growl with an accent, once subtle and charming, and now pronounced and intense. But you couldn´t put the accent anywhere, maybe somewhere in Europe? East? West? You really didn´t know where to point.

"So you´re an author?" You turn to her.

"You could say that, yeah." Wanda nods.

"That is so cool," you mumbled as something weird and pitch black caught your eye. It was a really dark book, more like a journal that definetly had some history, "what´s that?" you took it from the shelf.

"That is a something like my personal journal." The readhead steps closer to you.

"Oh sorry, I didn´t meant to invade your privacy!" Her hand fall on yours as you wanted to put the book back, where you took it.

"It´s okay, I don´t have any secrets. You can read it." Wanda smiles again.

As you open the book you notice that even her handwriting is so neat and beautiful. It suits her somehow, but as you continue to flip the pages her writing went from tall and pretty to harsh and short. Reading few sentences seem like a good idea, since you had Wanda´s approval. Your face went from smile to confussion real quick. But then it hit you. The woman infront of you you, known as Wanda, is a witch. Despite this revelation, you find yourself not scared but rather intrigued by the truth.

This whole time Wanda was looking at you, waiting for you to speak first.

"So... you´re also a witch?" You try to ease the situations by a joke.

"Also?" She chuckles. "Darling, this poor outfit looks on you more like a trash bag then a costume." Her words hurts. More than you want to admit.

Is my outfit really that shitty?

"Do you want an honest answer, sweetheart?" She steps closer.

Oh so she can read minds now, great.

"I can do more than just read minds." Her accent is very strong by now.

"I- can you not read my mind?" You look at her, noticing she got really close to you.

"Your thoughts are really loud, sweetheart. It´s kinda hard to resist." She almost whispers.

Are they? I can´t think- how do i stop thinking? Oh she´s really close. I don´t mind that. Fuck. (Y/N), not now. I would take her. On a walk, definetly on a walk. No in other way.

Wanda just laughs at your poor tries at calming down your thoughts. "Im glad you´re not afraid of me. That will ease things."

What things? Am I afraid? No. Maybe a little. Who knows? She does.

"Well helping with your new outfit, silly. Which will also help you make more sweets throughout the night."

"Oh! Right!" You nod, immediately following her to her living room, you guess.

You both enter the living room, a space illuminated by the warm, flickering light of few lit candles. Your eyes caught a few wine glasses, each bearing the mark of different shades of lipstick on the enormous wooden table. However, your attention remains fixed on Wanda, who is eager to assist you in making your new Halloween costume.

"Sit over there and I´ll bring some stuff." Wanda smiles and with that she leaves the living room.

You get bored very easily so not even after two minutes you´re on your feet again, glancing around the room. Your eyes are drawn to a paintings adorning the walls. Each canvas is a totally different theme. A dark landscape with rolling hills and a small lake makes you to step into its peaceful scene. Beside it, a bold, abstract burst with vibrant colors, evoking a sense of energy and excitement, which is something you definitely wouldn´t put in a place like this. The figurative portrait of a dark figure seems to watch over the place, which freaks you out a little, since you feel like it´s watching every single one of your steps, even though you can´t really see its face. As you watch these paintings, you don´t even hear Wanda come back.

"I thought I told you to sit over there." Her tone was once again very harsh, which made you feel like a kid that didn´t listen to their mother.

"Sorry, I was just admiring art." You shrug as you sit back, where you were in the first place.

Wanda didn´t say anything, she just started to take things from her bag and list through a book. "Here it is! This will definitely earn you bags full of sweets." She looks at you. "If you´re still in?"

"Yes, of course!" You nod and before you even fully stand up Wanda push you back down with her magic. "Oh wow, that was... so cool." You smile as you notice the red mist flying around.

Wanda smiles at your fascination and comes closer to you. "I need you to close your eyes and trust me, can you do that?" She tilts her head.

"Yes, Wanda. I can do that, if I´ll have a lots of sweets by the end of the night, I will do it!" Your eyes are sparking with bigger excitement than before as you imagine all the chocolate you will eat.

"Okay." She helps you lay down on the couch, which feels really soft on your skin and it makes you close your eyes instantly. "Good, just no matter what, I need you to have your eyes closed, I want it to be surprise." Wanda´s whispers trailing right down your spine.

"I love surprises, I will keep my eyes closed, I promie. Pinky promise!" With your closed eyes you held out a pinky. Almost punching her in the face, but she quickly dodge it. Wanda just smiles at your antics and extends her pinky to make a promise with you.

It took you one more shift on the couch to feel fully comfortable. "I´m ready." You mumble to let Wanda know, even though she can read your mind. Right after the magic start to float around once again.

You feel a lot of silly sensations right away, it feels like a tickling, which in fact makes you giggle out loud. "Tickles!" You say between the laughs.

"I know, it will be just a minute, darling." She smirks, knowing that the tickling feeling is just her magic taking your clothes fully off. At the same time Wanda reagulates your body tempeture with her spells, so you don´t feel even the slightest changes.

The ticklings stops and you fully relax on the couch again, taking a deep breath in and out. Nothing is happening for a few minutes, so it´s very tempting to open your eyes and look what´s going on.

Did she left? Um... should I-

"Absolutly not! If you can´t keep your eyes closed I´ll help you with that too, since I believe you can´t do anything on your own." Wanda scoffs and slides a blindfold over your head. Even if you tried opening your eyes now, you would see pitch black.

The spells and magic start to float around again, red mist tangling around your body. Wanda just sits in her fluffy chair on the other side of the living room. Glass with red wine in her hand as she watches you with hunger in her eyes.

As you open your mouth to talk, you let out a moan. You suddenly feel a warm rush of embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks turning a shade of crimson. It's as if a spotlight has been directed on your momentary lapse, and you can sense the weight of her eyes on you. You fumble for words and wish for a way to disappear into the floor, but the awkwardness lingers.

You feel something touching your body, something that is soft, yet very hard. A delightful sensation begins to spread across your entire body, as if invisible hands are gently caressing your skin. It's like a soothing, expertly executed massage, relaxation and comfort. This wave of bliss sweeps through you, releasing tension and stress with every touch, and you surrender to the embrace of calm that envelops you.

What the hell is that?

"What is what, darling?" Wanda asks, you can hear her voice on the other side of the room, so she can´t be the one touching you. "Oh that? It is just measuring spell, for your outfit to fit perfectly, sweetheart."

"O-okay." You kinda whine out. "I thought that-"

"Oh don´t be silly!" She laughs. "Just stay still." She adds with her raspiness again.

You´re staying still as much as you can. The sensations coursing through your body are unraveling the knots of tension that once held you captive. Muscle melting into a state of pure relaxation. Each touch seems to release a sigh of relief from deep within, and you sink further into a state of blissful repose. "I need you to be relaxed, otherwise it´s not going to fit, darling." Wanda adds.

Fit? Fit what?

"All the accessories." Once again she answer your inner question.

Wanda felt like you were ready and like you can and will take whatever she give you as a addiction to your costume.

You can feel something spreading your legs a bit and moving you little of the couch. The warm feeling never leaving your body, it´s the other way around actually, it´s just increasing. It’s weird how come you can feel a touch all around your body, when Wanda is on the other side of the room. You can hear her cutting out some cloth and time to time her soft humming.

"Oh my god-" you yelp as you can feel something wet between your legs.

How come I´m this wet? Did I pee myself? Oh my god! What is going on?

"Everything okay, darling?" Wanda asks as she´s looking at your hips, slowly going up and down. Your pussy is leaking and she didn´t even touch you.

"Yes! All good!" You´re hoping you´re just feeling things, but Wanda would already say something if things wouldn´t be okay. So it is just silly feelings. Oh you know what it is, it´s the little axienty from being blindfolded, now it make sense. You’re just anxious.

Wanda listen to your thoughs as she´s having the time of her life. It´s time for the actual fun to begin. She extends her hands, conjuring four crimson, ethereal tentacles of pure energy. These serpentine tentacles undulate, glowing with the passionate and dangerous red hue, slowly extending toward their target, you. It's a captivating display of Wanda's magical skills, a vivid manifestation of her power.

As each of them lay on you, you can feel a little wetness, that sticks to you right away. It feels... good. Really good. Whatever measuring device this is, you want to feel it in you-

'Your wish is my command' is Wanda´s first thought. One of the tentacles are slowly teasing you on your inner thighs. Moving slowly up and down your leg. "I need to measure your thighs, darling. Just to make sure your costume is the perfect size. Just give me a moment." She say from the other corner of the room, sipping on her wine.

How come I can feel her, when she´s over there?

Your thoughts are quickly swap away as you feel something really hard enter your already drenched pussy. And before you can think things through, you felt absolutely nothing in your head, just pleasure. The world seems to align perfectly with Wanda´s and yours desires, creating a warm and euphoric feeling, gentle you could say. Or moan at the current state your in.

You feel like your in a dream. A very good one may Wanda add.

The enormous thing is going in and out of you like it was nothing. Wanda´s eyes are on you as she watches in awe how you didn´t resist at all. How naive you´ve been the whole time. How come little thing like you survived for such a long time in this cruel and scary world by yourself? It´s a miracle and Wanda already knows she can´t risk your well being any much longer. It is just the right time for someone to take care of you. And she´s doing a really good job at it.

As you think nothing can make you feel better, you feel the same wetness that is going in and out of you, sliding up and down your ass. Subconsciously you move, so your in better position for whatever is coming. And trust Wanda, there is always something coming.

It´s way slower and more gentle. Your mind is waiting only for one thing, a slight push. But Wanda wants to tease you for little bit, she wants your body to beg for it, when your head is too foggy to do so. You don´t feel embarrassed anymore, you don´t care. You need everything that Wanda will give you.

Wanda is still sipping on her wine as she watches you struggle, but she is feeling generous tonight, especially when she found you in this poor state, scared, weak, but mostly alone with no one who would saved you, but that will change, starting tonight at this moment.

She let her magic finally push in. As one tentacle is going in and out your pussy at the speed of light, the other one is sliding out of your ass so slow, that you start to move your hips for more. The third tentacle is slowly making its way to your clit, making you feel overstimulated.

And if Wanda was afraid you´ll be overthinking too much, now she knows you won´t ever think again. The sight of you, ruining her expensive couch with your juices is something she will make you do often. Because this is what you´ve been made to do.

You´re close and your voice is cracking from all the screaming you did tonight, Wanda finally stands up, putting her glass on the table and walks over to you, her hand finally touching you and going up and down your stomach as her red tentacles doing their own job. When her hand touches you, it's like a soothing embrace, that is also very harsh. You can feel the warmth radiating from her touch. In that moment, the outside world fades completly away, leaving you with the sensation of her touch.

She knows your close and she would love to see you fall apart, but she knows she can´t rush things. So after few squeezes of your tits and light pinch to each of your nipples, she stops. Completely. Everything. All of her magic disappearing and she makes a step back.

If you´d had any energy left you would scream, but right now, you´re just shaking on her couch. As the cold sensation envelops you, it's as if a thick dark fog descends upon your mind. The chill seeps into your thoughts, causing confusion and a sense of detachment. This cold, fuzzy feeling blurs your senses and creates an unsettling disconnect from the warmth and clarity you once knew. This is totally different from your fuzzy mind before, because at that time you were in pleasure, but now? You don´t have even that.

After a few minutes of you just laying there Wanda takes off your blindfold and you´re back in some clothes, that feels very soft. You blink a few times.

"What´s wrong, darling? You don´t like the new costume I made you?" She shushes you and wipe your falling tears. You look down, touching your new outfit, that honestly looks way better than the one you made yourself. You've got a long, black, flowing dress and a purple cloak with cool silver designs next to you. "I assumed you wouldn´t want a hat, since you didn´t had one earlier. But I made you this..." She gave you a small version of her pitch black journal.

"I- um..." You´re still shaken up from what happened before.

But what even happened before?

"You fell asleep, silly. It was hard to put those on, but look at you now!" Wanda smiles.

I slept?

"You had an intesne dream?" Wanda looks at you with concern and all you could do is just nod.

After a few minutes of complete silence Wanda comes back with a big bag full of sweets.

"Oh my god!" And your little mind is now occupied with sweets. Everything is good now.

"It´s all yours... like I´ve said. Your new outfit will make you bag full of your favorites." Wanda smiles and hands you the bag.

"Oh my god, thank you!" You take it without a beat.

"No, I thank you, darling. You know where to find me if you want more." Wanda winks and you feel this ache between your legs.

"I- uh huh." You nod once again.

As Wanda closed the door behind you, she knew right away, that you will be back soon. She needs you to come back by yourself, if she captured you now, it wouldn’t do a single good. And till that time, her magic will follow you everywhere, to make sure her new thing is safe. And that your mind is always occupied by really important things.

Wanda comes into the living room to clean, she looks at the couch that is still very wet and as she´s in her head a group of people appears behind her.

"How the hell do you always do this, Maximoff?" A tall blonde asks with jealousy in her voice.

"You always have the most naive ones and they literally come to you!" Other lady snarks.

Wanda smiles and turns around. "Well I think that this one will be open for some sharing. Literally." She smirks at her own joke.

Knock knock.

Wanda opens the door and to her surprise it´s you.

"Hai, um... i was thinking- I really like this one chocolate, but i found only one in the bag you gave me so uh, do you have maybe another one? I can trade it for something!" You smile at her.

Wanda is just looking at you with smile on her face. As you came way sooner and she doesn’t know what to say.

"Of course! We have plenty of those here and we will happily trade it with you for something else!" The blonde one almost pushed Wanda out of the way.

"Great! Thanks!" You happily walked back in.

Let´s just say, that after that night you had every sweet you ever wished for. And they had their own.

Oooof this was something. I need to get my writing spirit back, cuz this ain’t it.

Anyways thank you for reading!!!

[the-fiction-witch]

Good News

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty

Requested: can you also do one where yns father sold her off to Jack

I hummed to myself as I worked in my little patch of the garden, digging and planting little flowers. I saw my father approach and almost immediately I had a bad feeling about this. 

"Good News!" He gleamed, 

"Ohh?" I glared, 

"I have very good news for you dear."

"Oh? am I being shipped back to England?"

"Better."

"You're killing me?"

"Don't talk like that dear, it's good news."

"I stand by what I said." 

"I have found you a husband."

"This is terrible news." I sighed returning to my flowers, 

"Ohh for-" he sighed picking me up from the dirt and forcing me back to the house "You are to have a bath, wash and brush your hair, and put on your prettiest dress to meet your new husband."

"And what if I refuse him?" I asked as he threw me back into my room,

"You will not refuse him, it's already been agreed your dowry paid." he said "Clean. Now," he demanded shutting my door,

"What happened to me having a choice!" I yelled,

"You turn away ten suitors, you give me no choice you're marrying him." 

"UUuuuughhhhhh!" I yelled in frustration, I had a quick back and fixed my hair to the minimum my father would allow putting on my dull blue dress, nowhere near my best dress but I highly doubt this is anywhere near the best man. 

I went out and met with my father outside as he wore his good suit, I held my fan in my hand trying to both fan myself and hide myself from this whole situation.

"Straight." He demanded forcing my back straight, "And smile."

I rolled my eyes and forced a smile for him, 

"That's a good girl" he smiled kissing my head "Where is he?" he muttered, 

Luckily at that moment, the carriage came into view, I noticed immediately it was our carriage meaning Father sent it to pick him up rather than him coming to get me, well that's a red flag. 

Once the carriage stopped my mind ran through with who on earth my father could ever convince to marry me. And then he stepped out.

My eyes went wide, as I saw The Dr Jack Dawkins step out.

He hadn't even dressed up, in his usual attire hell he even still had blood on his sleeves! 

He was the new surgeon in town, we hadn't met yet I had just heard of him in passing and such,

I glared at my father and he just smiled back. 

"Miss Y/l/n" He smiled at me, 

"No." I snapped turning to go inside but my father stopped me and forced me back to my place, 

"Do excuse her Dr Dawkins, overcome with emotion."

"Yes ange-" I began but my father slapped my hand silencing me, 

"Shall we retire to the parlour for the celebratory drink?" he asked,

"That sounds lovely" He smiled, 

My father then forced me to walk with them.

I sat in my chair pouting as they discussed me as if I wasn't here. 

laughing and drinking between themselves, 

"I'll leave you two to... get acquainted." My father smirked before he left the room leaving us alone, 

"So? We're going to get married."

"It appears we are."

"I take it... you're not thrilled about this?" Dr. Dawkins asked,

"Should I be?"

"I thought every little girl dreamt of her wedding?"

"Not me." 

"Alright,"

"What are your intentions?"

"... to marry you, oldy enough."

"Why?"

"Why not? you're cheaper than a maid"

"How dare you!"

"Look, you're a maid, I don't have to pay, live in my house, and I can fuck. This is a win-win for me"

"I will make your life a living hell."

"So would every other woman."

"So you're just fine with marrying an unwilling woman?"

"I'm unwilling, your unwilling, most we can do is make the best of it." 

"And what am I meant to get out of this?"

"You'll be married so your father will stop bothering you, you get out of this house, bragging rights of having a well-renowned surgeon and doctor as your husband and given I work so much I'll barely be home so you can just... do whatever you want." 

"Fine." I sighed I wasn't happy about this but he had a point, my father would stop bugging me and as a doctor, he wouldn't really be around that much. "So you're a doctor?"

"Surgeon yes."

"Let me guess military?"

"Ex-Navy"

"That'll be why father likes you," I sighed, "So you'll be working at the hospital?"

"Six to ten most days." He nods "Eleven to five is all for you."

"Fine, you get days off?"

"If I'm not busy yes."

"time with friends?"

"Friday night down the cat and bagpipes"

"I'll allow it so long as you don't come home drunk enough to be hung over Saturday morning"

"...Alright." He nods

"Do you expect children from me?"

"Four."

"One."

"Three?"

"One."

"Two?"

"I'll allow two."

"Good, one needs to be a boy." 

"I'll see what I can do." I sighed, "One boy one girl?"

"I can find that agreeable." He nods, "social events?"

"Avoid at all costs."

"Well we agree on something." He smirked "You dance?"

"No."

"Thank god neither do I." he smiled "You cook? clean? laundry?"

"I'll cook and do laundry, you do dishes and handy work."

"Ohh no handy work is gonna be your forte."

"I meant fixing things."

"Ohh. Fine Anything you insist on in our home?"

"Give me a garden and I'll stay quiet."

"I can agree to that." He nodded getting up and coming over stroking my face, "Once we are married shall we start working on our baby?"

"I can agree to that Dr Dawkins."

"Just jack buttercup" he cooed giving my lips a soft sweet kiss, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you too" I smiled 

[salitok]

Can you please do Ellie being super dominant? like spanking you and Degrading heavily, punishing you?

please, I really like your content

I got you !!!

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You deserve this

Ellie Williams x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, degrading, slapping, dirty talking, pet names, tied up.. kinda bondage ( R receiving), strap on (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving). Drinking.

Summary: you have been teasing Ellie all night, and she is not going to stand for that

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You and Dina have been friends for a long time. The both of you do everything together, even dates. Dina and Jesse have been dating for a long time and they presented you, Ellie, since then you and Ellie have been dating; three months ago you and Ellie moved in together in a small house in Jackson.

two days ago You and Dina went out to drink coffee, she invited you and Ellie to a party, and she told you everyone in Jackson was going. You happily agreed, Dina and you were kinda famous in Jackson and have many friends, the both of you have always been party girls.

When you arrived home that afternoon you told Ellie about the party, she wasn't very excited, she's never been a fan of parting, but she agreed.

The day of the party you woke up next to your gf, but she then left and came later to pick you up; You were pissed off, you wanted to spend the day with her and she wasn't paying you much attention. While she was gone you decided on a plan, you were going to tease her all night.

you wore a tight black dress and heels, your ass almost showing. "babe are you wearing that ?" she said looking at you up and down. "yeah why ?" you said looking at her eyes innocently.

Ellie and you entered the party holding hands, she then went for drinks as you greeted everyone.

"omg Dina you look amazing," You said hugging her, "you too girl, you look hot af".

After having some drinks Ellie and you headed to the dance floor, you putted a knee between Ellie legs, her own jeans rubbing her clit slightly, she gasped at the sensation. Your head resting on her shoulder and your mouth cm away from her ear. She could her everything you said

“Ohh Ellie” you looked up at her, breathing heavy. She knew what you where doing, and you knew too.

After some songs Dina called you to the bar, you grabbed Ellie’s hand and when directly to the bar were Dina and Jesse where.

“Y/n bet I can drink more shots than you,” Dina said laughing, you looked at her your brows lifted up, “bet”.

Everyone gathers around the bar, as Dina and you took shot after shot, people cheering. After the 5th shot, you looked at Dina, and she kept going... "ok ok you win" You both hugged and laugh. " well Dina bet I can dance with more people than you " you said and she agreed instantly. Ellie looked at you, her face red with madness and confusion.

then the clock hit 12:30 pm, Dina and you both went to the bar a gain to compare the results of the bet. "Ha ! " you said pointing at Dina and making a little win dance; Dina laughed and looked at everybody "Guys let's play truth or dare". everybody agreed exited and situated in a circle with a Jameson whiskey bottle in the middle.

you sit on Ellie's lap and offered to turn the bottle, this in purpose because every time you turned the bottle, you showed your ass to Ellie. The bottle pointed you at this round, Dina laughed and asked "Truth or dare y/n" ... "Truth"

"Have you ever faked an orgasm?", your side looked at Ellie who you were sitting on, You laughed and nodded with a low "yeah". Ellie gripped your waist roughly and raised a brow. The both of you knew you were lying, every time Ellie and you fucked you were begging her to let you cum.

for the rest of the game, Ellie was mad, and when the clock on her wrist hit 1:25 am, she couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up and held you by your wrist, she got close to your ear, "We're going home right now", you could tell she was angry and frustrated. ....

“you’re such a bitch…” Ellie muttered, slamming the door of your shared apartment closed and you scoffed.

"What do you mean !?" you turned around to face her. She suddenly grabs you by the neck and crashes you against the wall, her knee between your legs. You moaned a little from the sensation.

"Dancing with everyone and telling people I don't make you cum as if I wasn’t in fucking front of you.” your mouth fell open as she lifted your tight dress. "And you're not wearing fucking parties" She slapped you across the face gently

“Ellie!” you whimpered

She takes the dress off you completely, leaving you totally naked in front of her, with no panties and no bra. her hands travel to your bare ass and squeeze it before slapping it. She leads you to the bed and bends you over, "You're such a fucking slut". Ellie grabs your hands behind her back and ties them with her belt, you couldn't move, your face into the mattress.

Ellie gets on her knees and likes your slit, you moaned loudly at the sensation, and she slaps your ass again, leaving it red. "this pussy is mine. mine to fuck and mine to please"

Her tongue buried deep inside of you, in and out, alternating to make contact with your clit too.

"Ahhhhh... mmm", you moaned, you wanted to come, and she could feel it. "does my little bitch want to cum?", you nodded, and she then stopped; your face full of confusion turning ur head to look at her.

Ellie untied your wrist and lifted you up, placing in the middle of the bed. She tied your wrist to the headboard and your ankles together, she lifted your legs up and got close to you. Your fingers entered your hole with out warning, moving them in and out, roughly. You whineded trying to move, wet spuds coming out of your pussy. She curled her finger and placed the thumb on your clit.

“AHhhhhh” and “mmmm fuck” where the only thing coming out of your mouth

“Omg am gonna cum!!!”, “cum for me then”

You came all over her fingers, she took them out slapping your face before putting them on mouth mouth. You moaned and suck them clean.

Later she angled you, legs in the air. Ellie putted her strap on and with letting you catch you breath, she pulled into your wet pussy.

She pounded hard and fast, not letting you adjust to the size. The big purple strap hitting your g spot each time.

“AHhhHhh fuck, fuck Ellie!!!”

She kept going faster and faster, “do you like being fucked like a little slut ? Huh?” You couldn’t respond, it was to much. You felt it coming

“ELLIE….ELLIE AM GOING TO CUM”

….

That night you came over 6 times. Over and over again, moaning Ellie’s name, crying out loudly. After the last time, your body all messed up she untied you, wrist and ankles. She laid next to you before cleaning the mess you made.

“Never fucking tell anyone I not make you feel good. Not lie, be a good girl”

You felt asleep in her arms seconds after, and you totally got the message, lesson learned.

[blueengland-ocposting]

The Scientist / The Nobody

[Copy-Cat walked across the remains of the ship, thinking about his next opponent. Someone familiar, someone he fought back in round one, and yet through everything that's been happening they've been changed.]

COPY-CAT: Sigh.

[It's all come down to this penultimate match. If he could win once, he could do it again.]

COPY-CAT: Okay, let's finally settle this.

[Copy-Cat walked to the battle room where his confused friend waits.]

POKÉMAN: Hello, The Inventor. I... hope you can go easy on us... COPY-CAT: Yeah, yeah...

[Copy-Cat pushed the door open, POKÉMAN following him inside.]

[The room was dark, the two of them illuminated in colour. Copy-Cat was red and dressed in his normal outfit, POKÉMAN was yellow and purple, they hadn't had any outfit changes though.]

POKÉMAN: This is strange. COPY-CAT: Mhm.

[Copy-Cat took out a sword and slashed straight through POKÉMAN's chest, though nothing happened.]

POKÉMAN: Ohh... POKÉMAN: That... didn't hurt?

[Inside their body was a mass of darkness, moving around. It began to repair the cut.]

POKÉMAN: I feel strange... COPY-CAT: I...

[Copy-Cat backed away. He didn't know what he was dealing with here.]

POKÉMAN: I thought we were friends...? POKÉMAN: I... thought... I knew who I was...

[POKÉMAN say down on the ground, staring into the empty space around them. The lights on their body began to get weird and shaky.]

POKÉMAN: Why don't I know... COPY-CAT: ...

[Copy-Cat moved over, sitting down next to them.]

COPY-CAT: Is this... okay? POKÉMAN: I don't know... POKÉMAN: Am I okay? COPY-CAT: I don't think you are... POKÉMAN: I'm not. COPY-CAT: Who are you? POKÉMAN: I don't know. POKÉMAN: Do you? COPY-CAT: I... think so. COPY-CAT: You're my friend and... COPY-CAT: I'm sorry for trying to... kill you. POKÉMAN: It's alright. POKÉMAN: I don't feel anything. COPY-CAT: You don't feel who you are. COPY-CAT: You don't feel yourselves? POKÉMAN: No... POKÉMAN: No, I do... POKÉMAN: It's hard to... see who I am through all of these memories... POKÉMAN: I don't think I'm anyone... COPY-CAT: You're someone. COPY-CAT: You're here, talking to me. POKÉMAN: Yes... POKÉMAN: But who am I? COPY-CAT: A friend. POKÉMAN: ... POKÉMAN: I like that... COPY-CAT: Me too... COPY-CAT: I need to try harder to be a friend. POKÉMAN: ... POKÉMAN: Yes... POKÉMAN: I think you should apologise to The Mean Girl. COPY-CAT: How did you know about that? POKÉMAN: A guess... COPY-CAT: Lucky you. POKÉMAN: I'm not lucky... COPY-CAT: I- COPY-CAT: Yeah...

[The two of them sat there for a while, not talking.]

COPY-CAT: Thanks for uh... being so calm about everything. COPY-CAT: I don't think I would've snapped out of this "I need to win at all costs" mentality if you weren't. POKÉMAN: Thank you for helping me see who I am... POKÉMAN: Even if I still don't know... COPY-CAT: How does it feel? POKÉMAN: Awful. COPY-CAT: I won't push you then. POKÉMAN: Thank you. COPY-CAT: Let's just... relax and listen to some music. POKÉMAN: That sounds nice...

[cuttergauthier]

Enemies To Lovers

female Mittelstadt reader x Matthew Knies

Warning: against, fluff

word count: 1.8k

this takes place last year

let me know what you guys think🤍

I’m Luke's older sister and John’s younger sister. I'm a Sophomore at Minnesota, I already knew some of the guys on the team since I met some of them last year during my freshman year. I get along with everyone except for Matthew. I’ve always tried being nice to him, but he just doesn’t like me.

For some reason even if he’s always mean to me, I still have a crush on him, I just wish he would feel the same way.

Today was a game day for the boys, they were playing Wisconsin, I was going to the game with Morgan  she’s Brock Faber's girlfriend. She’s a Senior this year, we been friends since my freshman year when we met and she took me under her wing. We were getting ready for the game together.

“what are you wearing to the game?” she asked me while she was trying to find something to wear

“I was thinking just leather pants with my Minnesota hoodie and a black puffer vest” I told her while I was doing with my hair

“ ohh that’s going to be so cute… are you trying to impress someone” she replied with a smirk

“shut up” she was the only one I told about my crush on Matthew.

“why don’t you just try and talk to him… you never know he might feel the same way about you” giving me a sad smile

“Oh yeah, because him always being rude to me, would mean he might have a crush on me” I replied sarcastically

“Maybe that’s why he’s always rude hon, he might not know how to tell you”

“ Doubt it” I replied before getting ready to leave.

We both got dressed and left to go to arena.

Once we got there we met up with two of the other girls.

“You guys are so pretty” Jenna said giving us a hug

The game started and we were up by 2 goals scored by Logan and you guessed it Matthew.

The second he scored Morgan was smirking at me, which made me roll my eyes.

We ended up winning the game 4-2. We went down to the locker room to wait for the boys, when they came out, they were ecstatic, I went and gave both of my brothers a hug.

“Good game Luke, you to John”

“Thanks sis, the guys want to throw a little party, you down?” John asked

“For sure, I never miss a party” I said smirking which made him chuckle

Morgan came over to us with Brock

“you’re going to the party, right?”

“of course”

“Perfect, let’s go home and get ready” she said grabbing my arm as me we are way out of arena and go home.

I ended up only changing my top and wore a cute Red Long sleeve satin top. Once we were both ready we made our way to the senior house where the house was already full of people.

“I’m going to go find Brock, are you okay alone” she asked me

“of course, I’m going to go find something to drink” I replied, she nodded and left.

I made my way to the kitchen for a drink, Matthew was by the fridge getting himself something to drink, when he turned around he saw me standing there.

“of course, you’re here” he scoffed closing the fridge and opening a can of beer

“I never miss a party Matthew… is there any more beer?”

He nodded before leaving me there alone

It made me sad. I just really wish he wouldn’t hate me

I opened the fridge and got myself a beer, when I turned around, I saw Jackson looking at me with sad eyes.

“what?” I ask while taking a sip of beer.

“You like him don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I lied

“It’s not hard to notice y/n, I see the way you look at him… just don’t give up on him… you might be surprised on how he really feels about you.” He said before leaving me standing there shock.

I shook my head and made my way to the living room to see if I could find one the boys.

I saw Logan and Jimmy talking so I made my way over to them.

“hey boys” they both smiled at me and gave me a hug

“hey, you want to play beer pong? Jimmy doesn’t want to” Thomas said looking at Jimmy annoyed

“I’d love to but you’re going down Logan” I said, making them laugh

We made our way to the beer pong table “Are we making a bet?” I asked him. We usually always made a bet, that the loser had to do whatever the winner wanted.

“yep” he replied smirking

I could tell he was up to something I just didn’t know what

We started playing, and a bunch of people started to make their way around to watch. I was doing pretty good, but Logan was still beating me, we both only had one cup left.

“Come on y/n you got this!” I heard Morgan and Brock yelled

I threw and missed making me throw my head back groaning

Logan smirked before throwing the ping pong ball into the cup

And a bunch of people started cheering for him, since he won

I was feeling a buzz from all the beer, and I had a bad feeling about what he was going to make me do.

“Okay good game, what do I have to do?” I ask him which made him smirk

“i want you to go and try and talk to Matthew, it’s about time you two had a normal conversation!” he said smirking

“No way in hell, I don’t feel like getting insulted by him right now” I was annoyed, why would he make me do this.

“come on y/n just get yourself another drink and go find Matthew please” he begged using his puppy dog eyes

“fine I will but if it end up with me punching him, I’m not going to apologies” I breathed out

“ you and I both know you wouldn’t punch him” he said smirking before leaving me there

I scoffed and made my way to the kitchen to get another drink, and hopefully find Matthew. The only way I was going to be able to talk to him is if I’m drunk.

Thankfully he was at the fridge again, getting himself another drink

“Mind giving me a beer?” I said behind him, he turned around and saw me

I saw him roll his eyes and grab a second beer. Once he closed the fridge he turned around and gave me the beer and went to walk away before I grabbed his arm.

He looked at his hand holding his arm and then my face. I could tell he was annoyed so I let go of my hold.

“Sorry… but can we talk alone for a minute?” I asked softly to open my beer.

He scrunched his nose before taking a sip of his beer.

“Fine… let’s go upstairs then, I don’t need anyone seeing us talk” he replied annoyed before making his way up the stairs to his room, with me following behind him. We both made our way in his room before he closed the door.

“What do want?” he asked with a glare

“Do you always have to be mad at me… what have I ever done to you?” I said softly

He let out a sign

“seriously… this is what you wanted to talk about?”

“ yes, I’ve tried being nice to you, but you have never once been nice to me.” I said sadly

“ I don’t have time for this,” he replied, annoyed, making him turn around and about to walk away, making me grab his arm again.

He turn to look me in the face with angry eyes

“Let go of my arm” he said angrily

“No, Matthew, please just tell me, why…” at this point I had tears in my eyes threatening to fall

“No, I don’t want to talk to your or about this” he replied angry and storming out of the room

I closed my eyes choking back a sob, I got myself together and left the room trying to find Morgan  to let her know I was heading home, I couldn’t stay here any longer.

When I finally found her, she could something was wrong, she knew me better than I knew myself

“What’s wrong, did you talk to Matthew, did he do something” she rushed out before hugging me

“No it’s fine, I tried to talk to him, he didn’t want to talk. I’m just going to go back to our place, I don’t feel like being here anymore” I said softly

She gave me a soft smile before nodding

I gave her another hug before making my way home.

Once I got home, I made my way to my room, I changed out of my clothes and threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and my Minnesota hoodie.

When I was done I heard a knock on the door.

I made my way over and opened the door seeing Matthew there with his hand in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?”

“can I talk to you” he asked softly

“now you want to talk, you weren’t earlier” I was starting to get angry

“yeah well after you left Morgan  sort of gave it to me that I had to stop being an ass and talk to you, so here I am” he said losing his patience

I made room for him to walk inside before closing the door

We made our way to the couch and sat down

“I’m sorry okay, I never met for you to think I hated you” he said looking at me with sad eyes

“Then why did you, you made me feel like trash Matty” I said

“I know… I really am sorry… I like you y/n, I have for a long time, I thought you’d never feel the same way, so it was easier for me to just be rude to you all the time instead of telling you how I feel and being turned down” he said grabbing my hand

“Well you would’ve known I felt the same way if you would have just told me how you felt”

“ what” he asked surprised

“I like you to Matthew… even if you were an ass to me” I said making him chuckle.

“can I kiss you?”

“yes”

He leaned in a kissed you softly

When you both pulled away breathing heavy

“any chance I could take you out sometime?” he ask chuckling

“ I’d love that” I replied before kissing him again

[evanspresso]

when darkness met innocent magic

listen to mr. march and y/n's song

note: I wrote this on a whim and I didn't proof read so if you see a typo... nOOooO you don't 🪄🪄🪄

The heels of her shoes clicked against the pavement while she skipped across the busy Los Angeles street, her heart bouncing up and down as she made her way to the large steel doors.

She had found a job request on Indeed, working the front desk at a hotel, which was something that she had done before. Back when she was taking a year off from university and that year turned into two, but who was counting?

She wasn't sure where she was headed in her life, and she found herself quitting her minimum wage job in New York before biting the bullet and moving to Los Angeles, where she found another front desk agent job. She figured she would start with something she already knew so the whole transition wouldn't be too hard on her.

Her interview was over the phone which she thought was odd, but she figured it was a win for her. She hates interviews and she was always nervous- so when they requested she call the hotel for the interview, she just went for it.

This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The Hotel Cortez was bigger than she had imagined, her mouth fell agape as she walked further and further inside. Y/n's eyes furrowed when she noticed barley anyone was in the common area, empty seats, and and empty bar was something she was not used to, especially in the hotel business that was based in a popular city.

She shrugged it off and continued to make her way towards the desk, which was of course, empty. She puffed out her chest and stood in front of the desk for a minuet, looking around in confusion before finally tapping on the bell causing her to cringe.

"Can I help you?" a dark and seemingly sarcastic voice dragged from behind her, causing her to jump in bewilderment.

"I- I'm y/n and I'm here for my first day." she said awkwardly as she turned around, revealing a shorter women with large, outdated glasses and another woman with dramatic, glittery makeup and a beautiful silk dress.

-

"Since today is your first day and you are probably going to be in training with me for a week, let's take it slow today." Liz said, smiling down at y/n.

"Okay" Y/n nodded.

They stood behind the desk after Liz showed her what was behind the door behind the desk, where the cameras were and where she could hide out if it was a slow evening.

"We're not tech savvy here, and we're not up to date on the latest computer systems that you might be used to." Liz said.

Liz slid a large dark red book that had 'reservations' written in big gold letters across the front. "We really use a book?" Y/n said in disbelief.

"Were authentic to tradition here at the Cortez." Liz chuckled. "We go by the books here." she added causing them to both giggle lightly.

"Um, okay." y/n said wearily as she opened the book, she knew it would take her longer to learn how to book a reservation and how to check and check people out. Y/n had her work cut out for her, but she knew she could do it.

"What do we have planned today?" she finally asked after writing down some notes in the small notebook that Liz had given her.

"A tour of the hotel my darling." Liz gleamed making y/n smile excitedly.

"After you!" y/n said happily, following Liz as they made their way around the extravagant lobby.

They walked the left and right, here and there, and all around the common areas that were still eerily empty. Y/n felt out of breath as she followed Liz around like a lost puppy and they both laughed at how y/n would "ohh" and "ahh" at the architecture that surrounded them.

"Okay, let's go up the elevator, I'll go show you the hallways and what kind of room types we offer here." Liz said, motioning y/n into the elevator.

-

"This is our most popular room type. This is the studio queen which is equipped with a queen bed, a kitchenette and bathroom." Liz started as she stood in the middle of the room, letting y/n soak up her surroundings.

"And before you ask, no. We do not have a room that had two queen beds. Our studio King room does have a couch that pulls out into a bed as well if guests need two beds." Liz explained.

"Do we have long term guest that stay here?" Y/n questioned causing Liz to lift up her brow.

"Are you familiar with long term stay hotels?"

"At my old property, it was a catered to more longterm guest than short term.We had a mixture of both, especially when it was peak tourist season in the city." y/n smiled as she looked around the room.

"I see." Liz nodded. "Well, in fact we do have quite a few long term residences." she said as her eyes traveled around the room, not being able to stay in one place at a time causing y/n to give her a funny look.

"Good to know."

-

They strode back to the desk, joining Iris who stayed behind while y/n was getting the grand tour. The lobby was still as quiet as can be and y/n sighed as she looked around, her cheeks burning as she looked over at her two coworkers.

"Are we at high occupancy?"

Iris and Liz glanced at one another before iris flipped through the pages of the book and shook her head, "We're at 63 percent." she announced.

"I have a question." y/n said timidly.

"What is it dear?" Liz said quietly as Iris shifted from one foot to the other.

"Do you think it would be okay if I stayed here while I look for an apartment? It's so competitive out there and I lost the one I had my eyes on." y/n shrugged.

The pair laughed making y/n blush lightly as she watched Iris reach towards the keys and hand one to y/n. "There three of us will be living here then. It's going to be hard for you to call out now." she joked making all three of them laugh.

"You two live here?"

"It's basically the same as living in an apartment downtown. We've been living here for years." Liz said quickly making Iris nod.

-

When evening finally rolled in, it was time for y/n to punch out and head up to her room after running back to the car to retrieve her bags she had stuffed in her trunk.

She waved goodnight to her two new favorite coworkers and made her way up to her new home, which she hoped she wouldn't have to stay in for very long.

The ride up to room sixty three was quiet and y/n couldn't help but feel that this hotel had an aura hat she couldn't quite understand.

It was grand and beautiful, yet it felt empty and sad somehow. She walked down the quiet and dimly lit hallway, not passing anyone the whole time she had been here.

weird.

Y/n jolted causing her to giggle as her phone started to vibrate against her jean pocket. She had gotten a text from her best friend back home and smiled to herself as she read the text, stopping in her tracks as she looked at the screen.

Sarah: How's the first day on the job?

Y/n looked around and shuddered at the quietness before pressing her thumb down to speak into the phone as she made her way towards her room.

"Good. I'm just surprised that the people here don't hang out in the lobby or the bar, you know? Like, You'd think this place would be packed with people. It's a beautiful hotel." she sent.

As she placed her key into the key slot she squealed loudly- she heard a raspy voice boom behind her, causing her to drop her bag onto the carpeted floor.

"It is a beautiful hotel indeed. Thank you." The voice boomed as she turned around to face the culprit.

Y/n's features scrunched up as she turned to face a man who towered over her, his dark features popping out of the shadows of the dimly lit hall that engulfed them.

They were the only two people around and she gulped as she looked up at him through her lashes. He smelled of bergamot and vanilla and she pressed her lips together as her eyes scanned his tall and strong frame, his business attire causing her to give him questionable look as he smirked.

"I-"

The man laughed as she backed away from him, her body hitting into her door causing her to gasp as he followed her movements, making her back stick up against her door.

"Are you a guest?" she questioned.

"I own this hotel." He said proudly, lifting his arms up cockily. "This is all mine, my dear."

Y/n giggled at his choice of words and he furrowed his brows at her as she cleared her throat to stop herself from laughing right in front of this man's face.

"I- I'm sorry. Long day, I actually work here. Today was my first day." she mused making him look at her in shock. "It's nice to meet you." she added, pushing her hand out to greet him.

The man gave her a surprised look before taking her small hand into his, causing her to gasp at his ice cold touch as he brought it up towards his lips.

Y/n's mouth fell agape as she looked up at him, his breath fanning her soft skin before his lips greeted her hand softly. "Pleasure is all mine." he said in a dark voice. "What is you name?" he wanted to know.

"Y/n." she stammered.

"Well. I am sure I will se you around y/n, we seem to be neighbors." he smirked, pointing to the door across from hers.

"O-oh." she blushed.

She watched as he bent down to pick up her bag, butterflies erupting as he handed it back to her.

His dark eyes bore into her's while he backed up towards his door, watching her shift awkwardly under his gaze causing him to bite his bottom lip at the way her innocent eyes watched him move. "Goodnight."

"W-wait!" she squeaked making her clear her throat as he chuckled lightly, pausing with his hand on the door handle. "Whats your name?"

"Mr. March."

[b-ritney]

Little Red Dress Pt.2

SMUT +18

Warnings: oral f receiving, fingering f receiving, p in v sex, praise, extremely light-hearted and giggly too many pet names honestly.

This is not proofread and I have not slept lmao plz don't come for me, I'm so incredibly stoked with the way y'all fell in love with part one as much as I did... I did my best to keep the energy up here lmao

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"OOOH, this gives me a great idea for the new song!"

"EDDIE!"

"Ohh it will only take a second," he says flipping back over to scribble down whatever was running through his brain. You climbed on top of him and laid across his back, sliding your arms under his to hold onto his shoulders.

"What have you got so far?" he quickly scrunches up his arms and hides the book practically under his chin as he feverishly jots down the words.

"Don't look." he says grinning.

"Oh please it's about me isn't it, I need to make sure you're depicting me correctly." you giggle trying to snatch it from him, he moves quickly falling down to his chest by extending his arms as far from you as possible, book in hand. He rolled over on his back smushing you underneath him, only briefly, before standing above you holding the journal triumphantly in the air.

"I win." you were lost in a fit of laughter, he took a step back, admiring the view of his happy girl looking so beautiful.

"Eddie come on let me see pleaseee." He got closer to you to say something but in his brief moment of defenselessness you grabbed it and rolled onto your knees, "I think I win." you said blowing him a kiss. You read the lines for a moment, before flipping your hair and doing your best air guitar to set the scene, Eddie doubles over, no longer caring, you start to sing, jumping up to your feet dancing around like crazy,

"I got a fatal attraction and itch that needs a' scratchin' a vice that just can't be satisfied. She's an easy lover and one bad mother, she's the reason I can't sleep at night."

you wailed on your phantom guitar head banging a few times for emphasis, Eddie crossed his arms, entirely unable to contain his amusement.

"Everything about her makes me shiver and shake, the girl makes me a mess, but the best thing about her is her lady love power, and when she shakes it in that little red dress."

"This is like a wet dream," he says heaving for breath.

You can't stop laughing, bouncing a few steps across the bed to put the book down on the bedside table and leaning into his arms, he holds you by the waist while you hold yourself up on his shoulders, your hair cascading around his head.

"How'd I do?" He picks you up just to lay you down flat against the mattress beneath him,

"My little rockstar," he says kissing down the side of your neck, and across your chest.

"Eddieee," you whined combing your fingers through his hair.

"Sweetheart?" he asks continuing to pepper kisses across your skin.

"I really like the song so far."

"yeah?" he smiles coming up to hold your face and kiss you passionately.

"What do you say, we work on inspiring the rest of the album?" you say nipping his bottom lip.

"Oh I'm painfully hard right now."

"EDDIE oh my god." he holds your forehead to his laughing hysterically. He continues to kiss down your neck and between all the straps crossing over your chest and tummy, his hand slowly ran up your thighs pushing the skirt of the ensemble up past your hips,

"These are just sinful," he says running his fingers under the fabric of the panties, he looks to you for permission before pulling the flimsy material off your legs.

He got down on his knees and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, resting his head on your thigh just looking at your exposed center smiling like an idiot,

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm just so fucking excited!" he said shaking out his hair and pulling it back with a rubber band into a low bun.

"Baby, please?" you say grinning in disbelief, he's just adorable.

He parts your lips with his fingers, licking a long stripe up your pussy, you arch your back in a pure state of euphoria, you look down at him and he's looking right back at you, moaning onto your clit as he sucks deliciously hard. He starts laughing again when you fall back onto the bed whimpering, "feel good sweetheart?"

"Yesss," you moan holding onto his hair as he pushes two skilled fingers inside of you, curling them upwards into that one perfect spot he always seems to find.

"You taste so good princess," he says breathing heavily his chin coated in your arousal, he continues to fuck you with his fingers, spitting on your clit before shaking his tongue violently against it. You cry out for him and he kisses your clit one more time with a lewd pop. He put your leg back down and stood removing his shirt, and unbuckling his pants, sliding the leather out of the loops in one fast motion, he made a show of getting undressed causing you to sit up and watch happily but impatiently all the same.

You get to your knees pulling him by the waist into a sloppy, languid, kiss tasting yourself on his tongue, guiding him to sit against the headboard. You climb onto his lap, "Prepare yourself, here comes the lady love power." you can't even finish your sentence without collapsing onto his shoulder cramping from laughter. He holds onto the back of your neck, running his tongue across your bottom lip, you give in letting him take the lead, he kisses and sucks across your collar as you raise your hips to sink down onto him. His eyes never left your face as he trailed his fingers up your arms, running the straps down your shoulders and pulling your top down to fully expose your breasts. He skillfully sucked one of your nipples into his mouth as you started to bounce on his lap, his brain was short-circuiting, this was literally better than anything he could have ever imagined,

"your so perfect baby, so fucking tight," he said through gritted teeth as he gripped your waist desperately trying to stay grounded with you. He kissed all over your neck as you threw your head back in ecstasy, "you're doing so good sweetheart." he praised, your legs were starting to give out,

"Eddie, I- I'm so close." he wraps his arm around your back and flips you over. Snapping his hips against you, "Eds please, please don't stop,"

"I won't baby, just breath I'm right there with you," he said rubbing your clit with one hand and holding yours with the other. You both moan at the sensation of your pussy spasming around him,

"Can I come please?"

"Yeah, baby come on give it to me," he said, sweat beads forming across his brow.

Your legs shook, as your chest met his, he continued to rock into you, whispering praise in your ear, before he stiffened and painted your insides with his seed. He pulled out, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment before grabbing the towel off the back of your door to clean the both of you up,

"You still with me sweetheart?" you hum contently in response, reaching out for him to pull you into a hug, "Come on rockstar," he said hauling you up into a warm embrace, "sooooo.... got any ideas for the second verse?"

"Eddieeeee."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@downtowngirlsstuff

[indzae-mayumi]

Osha~ Like Me

(Aryu Jyubei short fic. "Blue Lock" is written by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and illustrated by Nomura Yusuke .)

Ohh, to be so osha~ is the best thing in my life.

Everything should be so pretty, and being osha~ makes up for the extreme ugliness of my old-fashioned name. Ugh! Just thinking of it makes my head ache. Let me do some osha~ poses first.

Okay. There. I'm good now.

I could go into modeling because I could get to wear fashionable clothes. After all, I am tall, handsome, and osha~. I could rock out any look.

But I know my first love has always been soccer.

But who says that soccer is only for rough-looking guys? I can be the best striker in the world like what Ego wants, but I want to do it in my own terms. I want to be the best osha~ striker in the world. Not only will men scream my name because they idolize me, I want women to squeal because they find me so handsome and osha~. If I could win the World Cup, I could have the money in the world to legally change my name. A modern-sounding name will fit my aesthetics.

I had played with and against a lot of soccer players. I could say a lot were better than me, a lot were less skilled than me. But for Itoshi Rin, his playstyle is so osha~. I wonder why I had never met him before. As a soccer player, he excites me a lot.

But if there is one person who excites me the most, it's Chigiri Hyoma. Oh, that man is just so full of osha~. I fell in love with him at first sight! Not in the romantic sense. I mean, the osha~ sense. His prettiness made my heart shiver with delight the first time I laid my eyes on him. I have finally found someone who probably is the lost son of the osha~ royalty. His silky red-pink hair is so lustrous, but he said he just uses the shampoo that everyone in his team uses. But no! I think he is lying! Everyone in his team have ordinary lifeless hair! Meanwhile... ugh~ his hair is just so super soft! I can't! His hair is too beautiful! As beautiful as his face! Even the way he slapped my hand away is just so osha~ I feel honored to be slapped like that. I haven't asked him for his skincare too. But I really wanna know! I wanna be his beauty buddy.

His weapon, which is sprinting, is also very osha~. I welcomed him as my opponent wholeheartedly. Imagine, two handsome osha~ guys competing against each other. The soccer field will be a flower field instead of a battlefield!

However, too bad. Rin chose Isagi Yoichi. Not osha~

If I were to have a day out with Chigiri, we would go to all the fashion districts here in Tokyo. We could go shop some osha~ clothes and beauty products. We could share beauty tips! We could have professional skin care together too. That would be a nice experience.

I bet he has good sense of fashion too! I could feel it! A man as handsome as he is probably knows how to dress impressively. I can already imagine how osha~ he would look! But of course, as the dramatic osha~ king of Blue Lock, I am the best osha~ guy around. That guy should be me, of course.

But Chigiri~ let's be friends, okay? I really want someone who understands my sense of osha~.

Ugh. I need to sleep now. Rin is nagging Bachira again for his lack of basic English. I can't care about it anymore. I am tired of studying. Might as well go to bed and sleep in osha~ style.

Oyasumi, osha~ people.

--end--

[peakyblinders1919]

ohh dang no "eat" but ohh heat and breath leave many ideas of what the sentences could be 😂😂 And ok for dad blurb ideas what about one other J Cody or Michael Gray where it's him and reader are married and it's their daughters first Halloween and the reader wants to find a costume for her even if she's still to small to trick or freak but the reader wants to wear matching in costumes for their families Halloween party? 💗

“For someone who’s in disguise all the time, I’d think you’d love Halloween.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t.”

“What’s not to love? Dressing up in pretty costumes, eating candy until you puke, scary movies…” 

“People pretending to be something they’re not… see, she agree with me.”

“She’s laughing at the clown behind you.”

“Do we really have to dress up?”

“For the family Halloween party? Yes. Uncle Fred has won the costume contest once too many times, this year we’re going to dethrone him, aren’t we Kai?”

Your daughter banged her hands together in a makeshift clap, something like a laugh mixed with a gurgle falling from her lips as she tried to communicate with you. She was one, there was no way to know what was going through her head but she seemed to agree with you. “Tell Daddy you want to win. He’ll do anything if you ask him pretty girl.” You whispered the last part to her, as if it was a secret kept between you two when your husband was right across the room watching and listening, a hand grazing over the fluff on her head.

She squealed happily at the word Daddy, little grabby hands thrust his way. 

“Kai, you don’t want to embarrass Daddy, do you?” J asked already feeling defeated. 

“J, come on.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

“It’s not for me, it’s for your daughter.” You knew he’d do anything for her. He shook his head, helping Kai reach the puffs on her highchair tray before focusing back on his laptop. She squealed and clapped again.

“So, not even for me?” You whispered in his ear, hands featherlight yet teasing as they grazed over his shoulders, tense from another long day’s work. Lips pressed just under his ear, lips pursed as you blew along his skin, trailing kissing up and down his neck. A moan involutnarily slipped through his lips, eyes narrowing and brows furrowed as he locked eyes with Kai across the table.

“Mommy’s not playing fair Kai. What do you’ve got to say for her?”

She squealed, louder and longer than before. Warm lips pressed against goosebumped skin.

His sigh was sign of his surrender. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well…” And you were rattling off ideas from a bumble bee and beekeepers to chefs and a pot of spaghetti and meatballs. Kai clapped her hands, suggesting she actually preferred some ideas to others, but J’s face was an obvious tell of the inner workings of his head. And he seemed to hate them all.

“Well, what’s your great big idea mister?”

He smirked.

“Are you saying I get to pick the costumes?”

“Sure, if that’s what is takes,” he sighed. Heavily. “Just make sure I look pretty, hm?” You poutede, eyelashes fluttering overdramtatically and kissing him on the cheek. “And it better be Y/L/N trophy worthy.”

“It will be.”

That’s how, two nights later, you ended up in a costume closely resembling Pamela Anderson’s red Baywatch bathing suit, whistle and all, as J held Kai- the baby shark- and he donned the least creative costume possible, a shark attack victim, a white shirt with some rips and fake blood stains. While you didn’t have high hopes leaving that night, the smile on your face as you placed the annual Halloween best-dressed award on your mantelpiece said otherwise.

[shinkikomori]

[NSFW] Karma Akabane x fem!reader

Notes: karma akabane x fem!reader smut, this is a wholesome and healthy relationship, no one is really dominant or submissive here, reader tops Karma. Summary: You and your boyfriend are playing games in his room, with a spicy challenge pending. One thing brings another and...

Have I regret agreeing to it? Well... I can't say that I'm proud of my decision, but I also can’t say that I am not enjoying it... "This is very embarrassing, Karma..." "Ohh? then why are you still undressed? You can cancel any time, you know~" "Its- its not that I don't like it... but..." "But what?" He says with a grin on his face. "We still haven't finished playing, [Y/N]..." "Alright then! Onto the next round >:)" you say full of confidence, clearing your mind from the embarrassment, sure that you will win the next round. This challenge was his suggestion, and he knew what he was doing when he said it. You play your favorite game, and for every round you lose, the loser has to remove one piece of clothing. You are both sitting on his bed, with your controllers in hand, and it has come down to you only wearing a bra and your panties, but your boyfriend is fully dressed. ... Karma looks at the floor in defeat, avoiding your look. You can see that he is blushing. "Ohh? What is it, Karma? You have to play by your own rules, you know~", you say, trying to imitate your boyfriend. "I know! I know..." you hear him mumble, as he slowly takes off his shirt. You look at each other, and you freeze for a second. You both blush and look away. "A-anyway... w-we have yet another round to play..." This time, you couldn't win. Last round you won because of pure luck, you still can't surpass his skills! "[Y/N], you know what u have to do ;)" he says with a smug look on his face. You start to untie your bra, and as you let it fall down, before he can make any reaction, you push him on the bed, with your hand on his bare chest, which makes both of you blush once again. "Enough with this game, K-Karma-kun!" you say, already a blushing mess. "We can't go on like this, we both know how this is going to end...", you add as you simultaneously start taking off his pants and throwing them aside. "No objections~" he says with yet another grin shaping on his lips, and pulls out a condom from the pocket of his pants next to him. Pff, of course he had thought it through, he's always ready for anything... This isn't your first time, so you are quite comfortable with each other. He sits up on the bed's cushions and pulls you closer to him. "Its going to be a fun night, [Y/N]~" He cups your cheeks with one hand, and as your lips touch, you melt into a sensational kiss. You sit parallel to his body, with your knees bent and his legs between yours. You adjust the position of his hardened cock, and slowly lower your hips. The feeling of his tip entering you makes you gasp, and you slowly take all of his length inside you. You pause for a bit to adjust to him. "Ngh~ K-Karma..." you exclaim, trying to contain the moan that's about to slip out of your mouth. He chuckles. "[Y/N], no one is home. We have the whole house to ourselves. No reason to hide from me, I want to hear your voice." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist and grabs your ass, massaging it and encouraging you to start moving. You begin to move up and down slowly, feeling your walls be filled with him. You pick up the pace and Karma pulls you closer, kissing you. His tongue exploring your mouth, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. Well, along with his cock that's also ravaging your insides, making your organs stir. The room filled with nothing but the sounds you make, you nuzzle his neck with your arms around his neck. Karma feels so good inside you that you could go on for hours. He's such a good kisser, you constantly get lost in the heat and passion, as you continue to roll your hips against his. The sound of your skin clapping combined with your panting turned you on even more. You pulled away for a few seconds to take a breath, and you looked at each other's eyes. You smiled as you put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for yet another round of kisses that swallowed both of your pleasured moans into a humming mess. ... Your head rested on his side, and your finger drew small circles on his chest. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. "You did very well, [Y/N]." "D-don't say that... its embarrassing" "Oohh? What a shy girl you are, you're so cute when you act like that.", he teased you with a sly smile on his face. "S-Stop it, Karma..." "Aww, look at my good girl, flustered by my praise. It really is adorable." "Karma!" you said in an annoyed tone. "I'm just messing with you, silly." he giggled and pulled you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around you. You weren't actually annoyed, you were blushing red, but you didn't want to admit it, so you buried your head into his chest and put your hands against him. It was very quiet and peaceful. The atmosphere in the room was full of comfort and coziness. Everything was just so warm and lovely. "[Y/N]?" "What is it?" "I love you." "I love you too, Karma." You softly drift to sleep, in his arms. Nothing else to ask for. Just this moment.

[swiftthought]

Taylor Swift's Albums in a Nutshell

Taylor Swift- The first to be released, last to be discovered. You either love it or don't care about it.

Fearless- Has love story, you belong with me and Mr. Perfectly fine. 4 Grammy wins in the same year. You will never be sure how you feel about this album.

Speak Now- Album Taylor wrote alone by herself. Straight up a murder Album. You almost feel bad about the person she is singing about.

RED- Just die out of sadness. Just PAIN. HEARTACHE. DEPRESSION. DYING. CRYING. Oh ohh I'm feeling 22. More sadness.

1989- Biggest pop album. Biggest celebration of music. 80's tunes. It's a new soundtrack. DARLING I'M NIGHTMARE DRESSED LIKE A DAYDREAM!! Is that Selena Gomez? Heartbeat. STAY!! Is every track a single? I-I-I-I shake it off. I'm in wonderland. My soul is finally clean...

Reputation- Greatest comeback in history. I'm not ready for it. Snakes. Shade. Badass. Why was IDSB not a single?. Epic. Thrilling. Holy shit the references. Best tour till this date. SHOULD'VE WON A GRAMMY.

Lover- Most of the fandom either forgets about or hates this album. Pop but not Pop. Romantic pop. Punk pop. Alternative pop. Hip hop pop. Jazz pop. Crying pop. Happy pop. I need someone who loves me pop. UNDERRATED AS HELL.

Folklore- I'm doing good I'm on some new shit. Fairytale. Bedtime stories. James, betty, augustine. The lyrics. The bridges. The start. The end. The middle. The tunes. The feels. JUST. PLAIN. PERFECTION.

Evermore- Folklore sister album. The neglected child. Magical. WHAT A SHAME SHE'S F**KED IN THE HEAD!! Peaceful. Great bridges. Little crying. Wow a country song. OH MY GOD Ted Bundy. She doesn't need your closure. Long story short I survived..

[the-fiction-witch]

Cheater!

Media the Queen's Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny Watts X Reader

Rating smut

Concept Poker Trick

Smut dry humping/ riding/ folding/ 'princess'

I sat thinking to myself, how the fuck does he do this. I sat at a personal friend Peter's poker night. He had set it up as usual in his dark garage with his car put to the side, the small Tiffany-style lamp over us. I hadn't bothered dressing up today as it was only poker night, I had my ballerina flats, my loose black cotton trousers, my strapped red top and a tie in my hair but I was pissy.

As I often was when... he's here.

He sat across from me, well-shined shoes against the floor, jeans that hugged his skinny legs close, that familiar leather belt and knife holster, his black silk shirt half unbuttoned chains around his neck and wrists a couple rings across his fingers, cards in his hand his face emotionless impossible to read when he was and wasn't bluffing. He was undeniably the best player we had but that didn't make him any less of a cunt. All it ever did was inflate his already fairly self-obsessed ego. Any bigger his head would explode. He noticed me glaring flicking his dark chocolate eyes to me a sly smirk cradled across his lips and he winked at me before returning his focus to the game that was still going on between him and Mark even if I and Peter had already folded. And eventually, mark couldn't keep it going anymore and cut his losses making him once again the winner so we all handed back in the cards and he gathered up his winnings  

"You are a bastard benny" Mark sighed

"Tell me something I don't know" Benny smirked "I should get going," he says 

"One more game" I spoke up 

"Really?" He smirked "Alright darling, one more game. just you and me" 

"Fine," I said as he began to deal with the two of us and soon enough the two of us were both out of cash, "I raise you," I said pushing my bracelet off and adding it to the pile of chips and coins 

"Alright," He says slipping his own off and adding it to the pile this when on for a while adding various things to the pile till he was out of anything else to add 

"What about your ring?" I snapped

"Oh. No, No no." he says "what do you want then?"

"If I win. You have to give me your jacket" I smirked

"Alright" He smirked "but if I win. You walk home with me" he smirked 

"Fine" I sighed we flipped out cards and he won which only make his smirk grow 

"perfect" he smirked "shall we go then princess" 

"Fine" I pouted getting up to grab my stuff slipping my jacket on as he got sorted too. We bid everyone goodbye and I began the walk home with him following along with me with that stupid smirk across his face as we went through the dark new york streets

"Ohh don't pout princess. You agreed didn't you"

"How is it you aways win?"

"Because I'm good"

"Umm"

"You must have some trick"

"Yeah. My utter genius"

"Your not an genius benny"

"Remind me, which one of us is US chess champion?"

"Which one of us has a phd"

"Yeah. In psychology"

"Still a doctor."

"Doesn't mean you'd any smart then me princess" he smirked as we arrived at the stairs to his apartment "so. You coming down or not?"

"No thank you benny" I sighed going to continue my way home but he grabbed my arm pulling me to be meer inches from him

"Come on, you still owe me for that game princess" he smirked

"No I don't."

"Come on it's been ages since I've seen you. And you know how bad I miss you" he Cooes grabbing my ass

"Benny!" I yelled going to slap him but he grabbed my wrist stopping me then forcefully pulling us closer so he kissed me

"Go down and lay on my bed princess. Like a good girl. And maybe tomorrow morning I'll show you how to really play poker"

"Fine" I sighed heading down the steps

"Every poker night" he smirked following me down

"Oh shut up benny"

"Just for that I'm not going down on you"

"Hey!'

"No. No. You lost that privilege princess"

I woke up as usual a little groggy and tied my hair on a messy bedhead from being against the pillow Most of the night. I pushed myself up from his old bed and grabbed one of his shirts to slip on doing up a few of the buttons as I walked out to the main room of his apartment where he sat at his table kimono over him playing a game of chess against himself

"Aww hey sleepy"

"Hello" I yawn

"Coffee?"

"No. Your coffee tastes like dirt"

"Suit yourself princess"

"What are you doing?' I yawn sitting across from him

"Chess. That's all" he shrugs

"Are you going to show me?"

"Show you what?"

"How you always win at poker?"

"I'm just good"

"Lair. There's something I know there is"

"I'm just a genius princess"

"What do you count cards or something?"

"No I'm just good"

"Show me" I said grabbing a pack of cards from his shelf

"Alright" he sighed putting his board away taking them and starting to shuffle "what are we playing for?"

"Nothing your just showing me"

"Ah ah ah no reason to play without prizes princess. Else why would I wanna win?"

"Fine what do you want?"

"Well decide as we play" he winked dealing the cards I glanced at them quickly memorized them I had a two and a six worthless and sat then back down as did he "if I win you will come and sit on my lap for atleast the rest of the hour?"

"Fine" I sighed "if I win you make me breakfast"

"Deal princess" he smirked "come on then" he smirked glancing to his lap

"But -" I began

"What you have is worthless and we both know it. So... Come on" he smirked flipping his cards over and he had indeed one so I sighed and moved sitting in his lap leaving me inches from his smirking face

"How did you know -"

"It's written across your face princess. You might not like it. But I can read you like a book" he smirked holding my hips to gently Push me back and forth on his crotch "again? Or is my little princess cosy on my lap?"

"Again" I snapped moving back to the chair so we could play

"Fine. But you come back when we're done" he warns "and this time if I win. How about you take your panties off"

"No!"

"Come on I already fucked you last night princess. You don't usually argue this much for a round two" he smirked as he gathered the cards shuffled and delt again and somehow again I had nothing of any worth which only made him smirk

"How are you doing it?"

"In just a genius princess"

"You know you've already won?"

"I do"

"How?"

"You have a five and a three."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do"

"Your cheating you've got to be!"

"No I'm just good princess. You'd be surprised what you give away across that pretty face" he smirked "come on then"

I sighed and went over to return to his lap but he stopped me

"Forgetting something princess" he smirked snapping my panties waistband so I sighed and slipped them off climbing into his lap "humm good girl" he smirked kissing my neck a little

"Again"

"Ummm I'm tried princess."

"No come on deal I wanna watch from here"

"Alright" he sighed gathering the cards up to shuffle again I did my best to watch as he delt and then cuddled me

"What's what?"

"King and an ace. Three and a nine" he said so I turned around so my back was against his chest and I flipped them over he was right

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Genius remember princess" he smirked in my ear before kissing down my neck

"Again."

"I'm really tried princess. And I have work to do you know"

And for a moment I rolled my eyes

"But benny" I Cooed grinding against him "please"

He chuckled "I am not as easily manipulated as you think I am princess"

So I moved my hand back and undid his jeans feeling his hard erection against my ass

"Alright. one more. Then we'll go back to bed?" He smirked pulling me back more so he could slip inside me

"Fine" I sighed trying to remain composed he grabbed the cars starting to shuffle "slower" I told him

"But you feel so good princess"

"The cards benny"

"Oh. Alright" he smirked slowing his hands as he shuffled

"More."

"Yeah alright" he smirked moving his hips more

"Your hands benny"

"Fine" he sighed slowing even move as he began to deal and as he did I noticed something.

Itinerary it was the sunlight coming though the small windows of his apartment catching on his sliver chain that caught my eye, the chain that wrapped around his wrist and then looked to his fingers working with the cards and I noticed the well polished silver of the signet ring on his finger and in almost slow motion I realized as he took a card from the deck it went past said Finger and the ring allowing of you where fast the ring to reflect the number and suit of the card he was putting down. And it clicked

"You cheater!" I yelled

"Hum?" He asks as he was clearly enjoying himself

"You bastard! All this time you've been cheating!"

"What?"

"You can see the cards in your ring"

"Alright princess. Yes. I cheat." He sighed "watch" he says slowing his hands alot "my ring is in the perfect place so that as I take a card to deal it reflects in the metal the number and suit you start slow but when you've been doing it as long as I have you can deal at normal speed and knowone even notices. You know every card and who has it"

"You are a cheating bastard!" I yelled getting up and going to the bedroom to get my stuff

"Princess come on. Okay I'm sorry for lieing to you. And for everything you lost-'

"Lost! We've been played poker for years! The only reason I even started to sleep with you-'

"But. If I hadn't been cheating. We wouldn't have done all we have" he smirked cuddling me closely "you know I love my little princess"

"I'm still mad at you"

"Fine. Be mad at me. Maybe I could... Get you a nice shiny ring and teach you to do it. Smoke them at the next poker night. Or maybe tug you along with me to Vegas for the chess tournament and you and me can hit the tables with our skills?"

"I'll think about it"

"Do you forgive me?"

"No"

"Oh. You still love me?"

"I guess so"

"Good. Come on princess I know how to make you forgive me" he smirked tugging me towards the bedroom.

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part one] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPov!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A night out drinking leads to a small misunderstanding with a handsome, yet dangerous man. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,894 words

note: edited this so it could still be read as a reader fic! it's actually a lot of fun writing in first person! hope those who read this enjoy my first bsd fic!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

I've experienced a lot of amazing things since I've moved to Japan. A new job in a different country, new co-workers and friends, work parties, themed bars, cafes, and hookups with pretty strangers. There was a long list of great things I've had going on, and a long list of things I've never expected... and being fired from the job I had for a year was not one of them.

"A year of hard work... for nothing," I mumbled bitterly as I sat at the bar with my close friend, and now ex-coworker, Keiko. She was beautiful, with long black hair and brown eyes. She frowned, a sympathetic look on her pretty face as she sighed.

"I'm so sorry," she said softly, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "I'm sure you'll find something else soon! You have an awesome resume, and you're an amazing worker who can speak English, Japanese AND Spanish... there is totally a place for you out there!"

Keiko has always been supportive and enthusiastic, a really bright and friendly girl who made it her mission to befriend me as soon as I started working with her. She was relentless, and soon enough, I found myself spending many hours with the woman.

"Yeah..." I just mumbled again and she laughed softly.

"It's okay to mope... that's why I brought you here!"

"Yeah, about that," I started, sending Keiko a look as I swiveled the stool so my body faced her. "Why did you bring me here?" As soon as the work day was done, Keiko immediately dragged me to what was clearly a mafia bar. That didn't surprise me, since she was actually dating a mafioso.

A mafioso, who was part of the Port Mafia. It wasn't long after I moved to Yokohama that I started to hear stories about the organization, and was also warned not to cross them. Of course, with my luck, I became best friends with someone who dated someone who was in the Port Mafia. How a sweet girl like Keiko ended up with a man like him, I'll never know.

What I do know is that Taichi adored Keiko, gave her everything she could possibly want and need with the money he makes, and that was just being a normal grunt! Even so, it was dangerous, but Keiko didn't seem to mind.

"I come here with Taichi all the time," Keiko answered, sipping her drink. I turned to sip on my own. "You can't tell me it isn't luxurious." It was. My jaw had dropped to the floor when we first stepped into the very luxurious bar. "Don't worry about it, okay? Drink your sadness away! You're safe here. Since I am Taichi's woman, and you're with me, nothing will happen, okay?"

"Where is Taichi anyway?" I asked, glancing over her shoulder when I spotted a group of men walking in through the entrance. I missed the way the light left Keiko's eyes, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. My eyes were on the men, which in the middle was a man with orange hair, a black hat adorning his head. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, my eyes looking at the very handsome man up and down. I swallowed thickly.

"He had a job tonight and couldn't make it. He'll be home to- hey, what are you looking at?" Annoyed at me ignoring her, she turned in her seat, a shocked look on her face before she smiled tightly.

"Taichi! I thought you had an assignment!"

"Hey, babe! We finished early, which was quite surprising, honestly."

The couple embraced and I barely registered the mushy love between the two as I watched the ginger man lead the rest of the group further into the bar. He walked by me, and before I knew it, dark blue eyes were staring right at me, eyebrows furrowed.

"The hell are you looking at?" he sneered and my face turned red, heart dropping in my chest.

"No one! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly turning back around and facing the bar.

"Tch. Whatever," the man only responded before walking off.

"You look like a cherry," Taichi said, clearly amused. I sent him a half-hearted glare, Keiko slapping his chest lightly.

"Be nice to her. She got fired today."

"Ohh, that sucks. If you need help-"

"She won't take it," Keiko said with a huff. "Stubborn ass."

I rolled my eyes at her, biting my lip nervously as I fiddled with my glass. "So uh... who was that guy? With the hat?"

Taichi blinked. "Oh, that's Chuuya Nakahara."

"Is he part of the Port Mafia?"

Taichi barked out a laugh, Keiko giggling softly behind her hand.

"Baby... he's an executive. Chuuya works closely with the leader of the Port Mafia."

"And I work under Chuuya," Taichi finished, amused at how wide my eyes have gotten at the answer.

"You mean to tell me... I pissed off... an executive member..." I was dismayed, heart pounding in my chest.

"Hmm, probably. Don't go home alone tonight," Taichi grinned as I balked, clearly having fun torturing me.

"Taichi! Babe, don't listen to him."

I gulped nervously, downing the rest of my drink before signaling to the bartender to get me another one.. "R-right..." Despite my better judgment, I turned my head, looking towards the obvious VIP section of the bar. Chuuya sat with some other grunts, a glass of what seemed to be red wine in his hand. Of course, his eyes found mines yet again and I whipped my head back around. Fuck, I did it again! I quickly downed the newly made drink, unaware of Chuuya's eyes narrowing as he watched me.

"Nooo, do you have to go?" a drunk Keiko whined as she latched onto my arm, a forever amused Taichi watching on. "Don't leave me with hiiiiiiim."

"I want to go home, dammit," I huffed, successfully peeling her off of me and handing her to her boyfriend. "I have to start job hunting tomorrow. Thank you for bringing me here, I do feel better and I love you but... I'm tired."

"Ugh, you are such an old lady!" Keiko whined again and I couldn't help but laugh, turning to start walking towards the exit.

"Goodnight, you too. Please get her home safe, Taichi."

"I wouldn't count on it~"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing, leaving the two behind as I left the bar. I stepped out into the cool night air, shivering a bit as I closed my cardigan tightly around me. I wore a simple but cute outfit; a black dress with burgundy tights underneath, black flats on my feet and my favorite tan cardigan over the entire outfit. It helped me fight off a bit of the cold, but as I started to walk down the block, I grabbed my phone to start searching through my usual rideshare app.

I didn't get far. My phone cluttered to the ground as it fell out my hands, a gasp leaving my mouth as I was slammed against the nearby brickwall of a narrow, dark alleyway.

"Who the fuck are you?" a familiar voice hissed and I'm shocked to find Chuuya Nakahara glaring daggers at me, his strong hands pinning my arms against the wall. He growled when I didn't answer. "Answer me! Who sent you here?!"

"N-No one!" I cried out, shaking like a leaf. Of course, of course I would be confronted by a fucking high level member of one of the most dangerous organizations in Japan. "I swear, I just came here with my friend."

Chuuya growled again and he flipped me around, pressing my front against the wall. "Stay still," he grunted, and my face started to heat up as I felt his gloved hands quickly feel along my body. He was frisking me, and I gulped when he shoved his hand under my dress, producing the knife I had strapped to my thigh.

"I carry that to protect myself," I immediately explained, Chuuya turning me around again to face him. His eyes were still narrowed, staring me down as if trying to figure out what the hell I was up to.

"And the bouncer didn't pat you down?" he questioned and I shook my head quickly.

"No, he didn't pat me or Keiko down."

"Tch, that's Taichi's woman," he said, though he still looked at me with narrow eyes, hesitating a bit before he turned my knife in his hand, handing it back to me hilt first. "You sure know how to make yourself look suspicious."

I cringed a bit as I strapped my knife to my thigh strap again. I missed how Chuuya's eyes lingered, him licking his lips. "That's my fault I... I know I was staring..." I could feel my face heat up again and I couldn't even look Chuuya in his face. "S-sorry if I creeped you out. I don't mean any harm. Keiko brought me here 'cause I got fired and she wanted to help me feel better..."

"Hm," was his only reply, crossing his arms over his chest. "What you do to fuck up?"

My mouth fell and I sputtered as I tried to come up with the words. "What do you mean?! I didn't fuck up!" I protested. "It literally came out of nowhere! I worked my ass off all year, only to get fired 'cause I wasn't what they needed anymore. Fucking bullshit."

Chuuya was amused by my little vent, snickering a bit as he gave me a quick look up and down. "I'm sure it wasn't your winning personality."

I scoffed. "Says the one that shoved a random woman against a wall?! That hurt, you bastard!"

Chuuya raised his eyebrows at me, and I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth.

Oh no. Fuck, I forgot who I was talking to.

Chuuya snickered again, his eyes flashing in amusement. He stepped closer to me, making me press back against the wall again. Chuuya leaned his face close to mine, a smug smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Be careful who you talk to like that," he hummed, and I shivered despite feeling some of his body heat. "Someone might just cut out your tongue for talking back like that. Me? Well, it'd be a waste, especially when I think of all the things I could make you do with it."

I squeaked, the heat never leaving my face as I stared at Chuuya with a puzzled expression on my face. The sudden switch up was giving me whiplash... and lowkey turning me on. "I..." I stuttered, looking away and finally noticing my phone still on the ground. "Crap, I hope it's not broken."

I rushed over to pick my phone up, ignoring Chuuya's hard stare on me. I looked over my phone, sighing in relief when I saw that it had sustained no damages.

Chuuya then stepped up to me, jerking his head back towards the bar before walking off. "Let me take you home. Take that as an apology for being so rough on you."

I blinked. "Um..."

"Hurry up!"

"Okay!" I squeaked and followed after the man quickly, chewing on my lip as I asked myself... what the fuck was I doing? Am I really about to get inside this man's car? He was a stranger! Who frisked me! Let alone, he is clearly a dangerous man.

I must be insane.

"Tell me," Chuuya started and I was dumbfounded as he approached a rather cool looking motorcycle. No way. "What the hell were you being so creepy for?" He turned to me and asked, an all-knowing smirk on his face. I blushed deeply. Of course, he already was able to figure it out once he realized that I wasn't a threat.

"No reason," I huffed out, earning a low laugh as Chuuya grabbed the only helmet I could see. I looked at him confused, gasping when he unceremoniously placed the helmet over my head. "What about you?"

"I don't need it," Chuuya simply answered before he finally mounted his bike. "Come on, you little liar. Hop on."

I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the image of this handsome bastard with his bike. The engine roared as he turned it on, revving it a bit and making me make a mess in my panties.

"Hey, ya done eyefucking me, dollface?"

I sputtered. "I was NOT eyefucking you!" I stormed over to the bike, glaring at the grinning bastard as I climbed onto the bike behind him.

Chuuya snorted. "Yeah, like you weren't eyefucking me earlier in the bar," he retorted, easily reaching behind him to grab my wrists, pulling me against his back as he wrapped my arms around him. I was stunned silent, from his words, and his actions and the fact that his back felt so solid.... and he smelled so good...

"I was not..." I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his back. "Shut the fuck up."

He laughed darkly, and that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Where do you live?" Chuuya asked and I hesitantly told him my address. "I know where that is. Hold on."

"You do? It's on the other side of the city," I said and Chuuya just chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me.

"And who exactly runs this city?"

I clamped my mouth shut, his eyes staring into mine. I blushed and looked away from him. He turned his head back around with an amused laugh, the engine revving as he took off on his bike.

"Hold tight, dollface!"

He didn't have to tell me twice, my arms tightening around his torso as he sped down the street, weaving in and out of traffic. It was scary, but also so fucking exhilarating. My heart was thudding in my chest, my eyes watering because of the wind. Still, I kept them open, wanting to watch the world blur by us. Chuuya made a sharp, right turn, making me scream while he laughed loudly. 

"Man up!" he yelled at me.

"Stop driving like a crazy person!" I yelled back.

I didn't see the large, almost evil smirk that grew on Chuuya's face. Didn't see him licking his lips excitedly as he eyed a rather tall building coming up ahead.

"Tell me, dollface," he hollered back at me, revving the engine and I gulped as I held him tighter, his bike going faster. A bad feeling started to settle in my stomach, balking when he asked his next question. "Do you want to defy gravity?"

I didn't have time to answer, not when I finally realized that we were heading right towards the side of the building. I couldn't even scream, fear striking me as I suddenly started to see red, body jostling as Chuuya maneuvered the bike to jump in the air.... before landing perfectly on the side of the building and continuing vertically up towards the sky.

"Don't let go!" Chuuya sneered. Like that was ever going to happen.

I didn't dare turn my head to look down, my wide eyes staring up into the night sky as we made it closer to the top of the building. I couldn't even think straight, my body just running on nothing but adrenaline and fear.

"Ch-Chuuya!" I gasped out sharply, the bike finally making it to the roof of the building. Chuuya didn't slow down though, only barreling towards the edge and I started to panic. "Chuuya! What are you doing?!"

Chuuya only snickered, revving the engine once more before sending the bike flying off the edge of the building. I squeak and screw my eyes shut, pressing my face against the middle of his back. I didn't want to watch us plummet to our doom.

"Hey, idiot, open your eyes."

I whimpered and shook my head. "N-No..."

Chuuya sucked his teeth. "Just open your eyes! You'll regret it if you don't."

Biting my lip, I wanted a moment before I lifted my head up and opened my eyes, a small gasp leaving my mouth as I looked around me.

We were still floating in the air, biking moving through the sky. The City of Yokohama was lit up beautifully underneath us. I looked over, seeing the ocean at a distance, the ferris wheel lit up and spinning slowly. My mouth had fallen open, eyes wide in wonder. Chuuya was looking back at me, a triumphant grin on his face.

We made it to my apartment and Chuuya stood over me, an amused smile on his face as he watched me melt on the ground after I got off his bike.

"That was intense..." I mumbled, still feeling the effects of flying through the fucking sky. "I shouldn't even be surprised that you're gifted, with the power that you have already in the Port Mafia."

"Yeah, it was pretty great, huh," Chuuya said smugly, gloved hands stuffed in his coat pockets. I laughed softly, slowly standing up with my shaky legs. He took one look at my frazzled state and he grew even more smug. "That's a cute look on you, though if I really had my way with you, you wouldn't even be able to stand."

My face turned hot, sputtering as I tried to respond, but I had nothing to even say. Because the thought of actually inviting Chuuya inside and--

"Fuck..." I breathed out softly, looking at the man standing before me. His eyes didn't leave mine, the heat in them making a shiver go down my spine. "Do you... want to come inside?"

Chuuya fixed his hat on top of his head. "Lead the way, dollface."

"So... your ability lets you control gravity?" I asked once we made it inside the elevator of my apartment building. We were going fifteen stories up, after Chuuya parked his bike safely, of course.

"To put it simply, yes," Chuuya answered, stepping closer to me. I gasped softly when he grabbed my chin, the leather of his glove pressing against my skin. "But we're not here to talk about that." He pressed himself against me fully, leaning his face in until his lips hovered just above mine. I shivered, looking at him with hooded eyes. "This will be a one time thing, dollface."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "Of course," I replied just as the elevator stopped on my floor, doors sliding open. I grinned at him. "So let's make it count."

He liked the sound of that, grabbing my wrist and leading me out the elevator. I rushed to my apartment, grabbing my keys and hurriedly unlocking the door before opening it.

The door slammed shut as Chuuya immediately pressed me against it, his lips on mine in a fervorous kiss. I knocked his hat off his head as I ran my fingers through Chuuya's hair, moaning when his hands started to roam all over my body.

"Fuck..." I moaned softly when Chuuya started to kiss down my neck, squealing when he squeezed on my ass.

"Damn... you won't be able to fucking sit right, either," he growled against my neck as he massaged my ass and thighs. "Let's go."

Groaning when he moved himself away from me, I rushed to lead Chuuya to my bedroom, our clothes coming off in the process and making a trail on the floor.

It didn't take us too long to start really going at it, our lust fueling us to incredible heights. Chuuya held my hips tightly with his leather clad hands, thrusting his hard cock in and out of my soaking pussy.

He was fucking me hard, my body just sprawled on the bed as I moaned and grunted from the pleasure this man was giving me. "Fuck, fuck, Chuuya!" I whined, making the man grin widely as he kept his pace. Sweat covered both of our bodies, moans and deep growls mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"That's right, dollface, ride me," Chuuya smirked up at me, now on his back as I bounced up and down on his cock. His hands were right on my hips, his eyes going back and forth between  watching my bouncing breasts and watching his cock disappear inside my heat. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled, thrusting up particularly hard and making me toss my head back, screaming when I finally fucking cum.

"Oh my God!" I gasped sharply, still squeezing around him as I began to slow down. "Oh fuck... it's so good," I moaned, reaching out and hooking my finger into Chuuya's black choker. I pulled and he pushed himself up, lips meeting mine in a messy kiss.

I moaned against his mouth, still slowly riding him as his hands ran up and down my sides, the leather cool against my skin. Then, Chuuya placed his hands on my hips, and with a mischievous little smirk, he licked his lips. Immediately, my body started to feel a little bit lighter, and Chuuya started to effortlessly bounce me up and down on his cock, 100% controlling my body with his ability.

"Chuuya..." I moaned his name, head lolling back. He continued to maneuver my body, little grunts and moans leaving his own mouth as he worked to reach his own pleasure, and mine.

I came again, tears falling down my face from the intense pleasure, and that was enough for Chuuya to pull me off of him completely, putting me on my knees before him on the bed. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pushed my head down, stuffing his cock in my mouth.

"Take it," he growled, his hands in my hair and using it to push my head up and down as he fucked my mouth. I moaned around him, a new wave of pleasure washing over me as I let the mafioso use me as he wanted. Soon enough, he exploded into my mouth, and I made sure I swallowed all of him.

"Fuck, that's hot..." Chuuya breathed out when I opened my mouth to show him that I did so. "You're such a good girl, dollface."

That made me flustered and I looked away shyly, earning a chuckle from him. I looked over when I felt him get up from the bed, thinking that he would leave. Instead, he just gave me a look. "Where is your shower?"

We showered together,  which took longer than needed because Chuuya couldn't keep his hands to himself. I was surprised when he climbed into bed with me afterwards, allowing me to cuddle against him as we slowly fell asleep.

I wasn't surprised though, when I woke up the next morning, sore and alone. I didn't get too upset about it, though. Chuuya laid it out clear and I accepted it and moved on.

I sat on my dining room table, looking through the newspaper as I sipped on my morning coffee. I was looking for a new job and figured looking at the local ads wouldn't hurt.

"Hm... let's see..." I whispered, reaching over and grabbing my knife. I ran the tip of it down the paper, stopping when one particular ad stuck out. "Hm... the Armed Detective Agency, huh? Interesting..." I set my knife down, staring at the ad as I took another careful sip of coffee.

-End

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Phantom Bride_Groom Reactions

A.N: My Twst Yuu OC Mia Anderson reacting to the Ace, Riddle, Epel and Rook as grooms. 

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist————————————————————————  

“MIA!!” The Headmage busted out quite suddenly. 

“What?!” Mia automatically snapped from shock as she jumped before calming and correcting herself, “Uh, I mean, yes, sir, what is it?” 

She along with Grim and Mr. Sam were waiting on the boys who were going to be the next batch of grooms. Headmage Crowley had been quiet until he suddenly yelled her name. 

It seemed like his eyes were wide and shining as he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. Then he smiled. 

Mia twitched once. She did not like when he took that look. 

“Mia Anderson, I just remembered about your unique situation!” Headmage smiled.

“What does that mean?” Grim asked, folding his arms. 

“Mia, you are a young blossoming lady! We can gauge how well our suitors look based on you!” 

“Ohh, how interesting!” Mr. Sam stated.  

The curtain rustled and Headmage crowed, “Wait, don’t come out yet!! Quick, Mia, close your eyes!” 

Mia scrambled to keep up and shut them. 

“Okay, now you can come out!” Headmage called. 

Mia heard the curtains move and could feel them in front of her, “What is this, Headmage?” 

“What’s going on?” Epel inquired. 

“I want your looks to be a surprise. Let's see how Mia responds.” Headmage answered,  “Excuse me, Mia. Please move here. But don’t open your eyes yet!”

Mia allowed Headmage to situate her where he wanted. 

“Tres bien!! What a fun idea indeed!!” Mia could practically hear Rook’s beam, “I confess I am getting a little excited to see what Mia will think of us. Oh, what words will be spoken in a moment's earnest!” 

“Do we really have time for this?” grouse Ace. 

“It’s not an impractical idea.” Riddle added, “It will give us an idea if we are aiming correctly or not.” 

She could feel him fussing before he said, “Okay! Now open them!!” 

“Um, I just want to say, I go to school with these boys every day. I don’t know If I’m the best one to…to….” 

Mia’s eyes widen as she looked at the boys, lingering on each one. She raised a finger to her mouth and bite on her nail. 

“What is that look?” Headmage Crowley asked Grim urgently. 

“Usually means she is thinking, I think….” Grim answered. 

Mia slowly cocked her head to one side, as she continued to stare at the boys. Then slowly, her cheeks got bigger and bigger to remind them of a blowfish. 

Headmage whispered, “And that?” 

Grim raised an eyebrow, “Uh, I’m not sure…” 

Then suddenly, she slapped both hands over each cheek and the boys swore they heard a bit of squeal escaped her lips. The lone hair atop of her head began to shyly whip back and forth. 

“WHAT does that MEAN?!” Headmage whispered-yelled most urgently. 

“That’s a new one on me! Minion, are you okay?” asked Grim. 

Mr. Sam laughed, “I think she’s pleasantly surprised at their new looks. They are always in uniform. It’s not everyday they get to see each other dressed to impressed!” 

Mia finally managed to stutter out, “I..I…I….I never would have thought in all my years. But you boys clean up good!” 

There was a blush on Riddle’s cheeks, “Do you approve?” 

“If you can give me a one minute to say this…” Mia started before speaking quickly turning to each boy, “Rook, rocking the mature, debonair look. First time I’m seeing you without your hat though. Riddle, I just wanna thank whoever decided crushed red velvet paired well with your hair, because it does, giving you a sleek, old world charm. And Epel, handsome, chic, yet refined with a hint of playful innocence. But the breakout star of this whole ensemble is Ace. I mean, plaid is tacky. I’m sorry, in my opinion, it is but here you are just rocking it! But the pièce de résistance, is this hairstyle of yours. Really should consider wearing your it like that sometimes.” 

Mia breathed out, as if she had been running at the end. 

Finally, Headmage broken the small silence with a hearty clap, “Splendid!!” 

“Tres magnifique! Merci, mademoiselle trickster! Your words have given me wings to fly! I have stored them in my heart, and it shall fuel me tonight!” Rook cried passionately. 

Epel smiled with a small blush on his cheeks, “Thank you, kindly, Mia!” 

Meanwhile, Riddle could barely look her in the eye, “Yes, thank you for your words, Mia. It’s good to know we are heading in the right direction.” 

“Well, if you took all that to say that, then I guess I have to believe that we are looking rather sharp!” Ace smirked. 

Mia growled, “Don’t let it go to your head, Ace. If this ghost does not like you, it will be because of two reasons: 1. She blind as a bat or 2. Your crusty personality, ruined it.” 

Ace stuck out his tongue, “My personality is fine, thank you!” 

Mia glared, “I don’t have time to show how you just proved my point.” 

“We need to go now. We only have three hours.” Riddle spoke, walking towards the door. 

Mia hung back as she watched them leave, “Go head, with your bad selves!” 

Rook laughed as the blush deepened on Riddle’s face. Epel was a cross between a light blush and laughter. 

While Ace just rolled his eyes, “Eh, are you coming?”

Mia scrambled behind them with Grim, the door shutting behind her,“Oh, shoot, yeah. I forgot! I was blinded by your beauty!” 

They began walking towards campus as Grim groused, “Please stop sounding like Rook. One of him is enough.” 

“I am enjoying this side of our Trickster!” Rook stated. 

“I’m sure you are.” 

Ace was preening, “No, please don’t. Tell me, how beautiful I am!” 

Mia mocked gasped, “I didn’t know you joined Pomefiore!”  

Ace’s right eye twitched. 

“Let’s focus, guys.” Riddle snapped, his face almost beet red. 

Mia laughed, “Yes, I’m done. Ya’ll do need to focus. On this moonlit night, a groom prepares an eternity of devotion to his beloved.” 

“Oh la la!!” Rook laughed.  

And then Epel had a thought and told them he would meet them at the gate before taking off in the opposite direction.

[pillow-anime-talk]

mistletoe. {pt.2}

synopsis: Killing cursed spirits with Satoru, winter prom with Metori and sincere conversation with Juuzou.

# tags: scenarios; christmas!au; current relationships & crush culture; romance; fluff; a bit of angst; sfw

includes: female reader ft. satoru gojou {jjk} + metori saiko {saiki k. no psi nan} + juuzou suzuya {tokyo ghoul}

part one {click}

— SATORU

“... Y/N-chan, on the left!”

“... Hey, hey! Look up, sweetheart!”

“... Oi! Behind you!”

“... Behind you too! Kick their asses, Satoru~!”

“... YEAH! Here’s my super strong girl!”

You two have been in the forest; for over twenty minutes you dealing with killing smaller or larger curses that frightened mushroom pickers or wild animals. You had a lot of fun doing it, all the time competing to see who killed more evil creatures. Of course, your boyfriend was winning so far, by three, but how could you know that some of them would come out of the forest litter, literally letting the white-haired man kill them all in a few seconds? Well, but at least you killed about twelve curses yourself, and that was a really nice result.

On the one hand, you enjoyed spending time with Gojou like that, because it was very rare for the two of you to be together on a mission, but on the other hand... It was the time of Christmas that you wanted to spend in your own home, surrounded by delicious food and desserts, hot wine or beer, loved ones, including your boyfriend’s cute students or your mutual friends. From a long time, that is, from the moment you became a sorcerer, you didn’t spend any holidays, birthdays or anniversaries as you would like. There was simply no time and energy for it because every day, apart from some Sundays, you worked to make life better for vulnerable people. It wasn’t a bad job, but sometimes... when you looking at ‘normal’ couples you envied their ignorance to the fact that some evil had appeared around them. You envied them that they could spend their free time together doing stupid things or relaxing in front of the TV.

So you sighed softly, raising the hand in which you held the small pocket knife. Small as your anti-curse tool was, it was also extremely effective and dangerous. Therefore, you cut the throat of one of the evil souls without any problems, thus defeating the last enemy.

“Ahhhh. Finally...! You’re not hurt, baby?” The young man said in a cheerful voice, and you shook your head in disapproval. Second later, you cleaned the little knife and then, hid it in one of the pockets of your black pants. “Would you like to get some hot chocolate and cake?”

“Huh? Have we finished all our work for today?” You asked in surprise, and the man just bit his lip with joy, putting his finger to his mouth after a while.

“Yes, although you forgot one thing, love.” You raised an eyebrow at his amused words. However, Satoru quickly got rid of your unawareness as soon as he raised his right hand and pointed at something above with his index finger. For a moment you were sure that he meant a curse that hadn’t been killed before, but as it turned out, it was mistletoe growing on one of the tall trees; you were surprised that during the fight he was able to additionally notice a small, green plant. Anyway, you just chuckled lightly as you stood on your tiptoes and tugged at the twenty-eight-year-old by his jacket.

You were happy that at least this one, very sweet Christmas moment could happen to you during the winter season. Thanks to this, these holidays weren’t so bad and devoid of spirit.

— METORI

Every year there was a winter prom at your school; it was the third time for you, while for Saiko, who only joined your class this year, it was something new. Of course, he was skeptical about it from the start and generally discouraged by the very idea of ​​spending time with all PK Academy students, classmates and teachers. That’s why he immediately told you that if you want to go to the prom, he can arrange whatever prom you want; he literally said if you wanted Beyoncé he could call her.

But you just smiled warmly and said that school party is enough for you and you really like it. So he couldn’t refuse you... after all, the gray-haired young boy had a huge, indescribable weakness for you. Plus, even though you’ve been dating for a few weeks, Metori still couldn’t understand how... gentle and simple you were. You weren’t interested in luxury, his money, where his father worked. Instead, you asked every day if he had breakfast, if he would like to go for a walk with you, if he would like to come to you for dinner because your mother cooked a delicious Mexican dish. It was something new and nice for a teenager who had grown up in prosperity and splendor throughout his life. It didn’t bother him, but the prom... it was quite strange and mysterious. But he agreed, so he couldn’t take his words back because he didn’t want you to get sad or disappointed.

Thus, he bought a new, well-fitting and expensive suit – one that would fit perfectly with your delicate dress, which at the same time matches to the color of your shiny eyes. He also paid for new shoes, a watch, and a hairdresser visit, but even that couldn’t compare to your soft, natural blushes and the sweet facial expression you gave him when he came to your house with his butler.

“... You’re stressed?” You asked quietly as you sat in the car and he squeezed your little hand between his much larger ones.

“I’ve just never been at a prom... public... especially at school.” He muttered, and though he turned his head, you could see a hint of blush on his nose and both cheeks. So you chuckled lightly as you cuddled up against his shoulder.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll like it.”

The school hasn’t changed much; only a few holiday decorations have been added here and there. However, the gymnasium took your breath away because it was magically decorated. But before you had time to take your seats on the other side of the door, your physical education teacher stopped the two of you.

“Couples enter after payment.” Mr. Matsuzaki said, and the Santa Claus hat on his head added to the charm of his muscular figure.

Of course, Saiko was already taking out his wallet, but you quickly stopped it, pointing in a specific direction. It was, obviously, the smol mistletoe, which was the aforementioned entry ticket for couples who decided to show up at the ball together. So you smiled slightly at your boyfriend and he looked at you confused.

“What is it?”

“O-Oh, you never kissed under the mistletoe?”

“Kissing under it has any meaning?” He asked, still surprised, and you just moved closer to his face, stealing a short, really sweet kiss.

“It’s a tradition, love. You have to kiss under every mistletoe if you notice one.” You said happily and then thanked the teacher for going inside the gym.

Of course, Metori in his head was already calculating how many tons of mistletoe he should buy so that you could continue kissing him as sweetly as you just did.

— JUUZOU

You put two cups of hot, beautifully fragrant chocolate on the table; one was with two white marshmallows and the other with six. Of course, it was easy to guess which portion was for Juuzou and which was for you. Nevertheless, you smiled gently and then sat down next to the white-haired boy, staring at him out of the corner of your eye.

“... About what did you dream, Juuzou-kun?” You asked softly, taking the purple cup between both hands. The warm ceramics pleasantly burned your all fingers, which made you breathe blissfully. “Of course, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to tell me. We can just sit in silence and drink our sweet cocoa.” You added after a brief second so as not to put unnecessary pressure or general stress on the nineteen-year-old.

“It’s no big deal. I dreamed about my mom.” He admitted hesitantly, also taking his dark-green mug. “When I woke up and looked at the calendar I realized we had Christmas time and... Well, my mom never gave me any, not even a small gift, nor did I ever spend that time like other children my age. It hit me a bit. Not that I regret it, but... what Christmas really is?” His short speech made you look at him with a very sad expression on your face and after a quick while you just put your warm chocolate on the table, getting up from your wooden chair and walking to a random cupboard in your smol kitchen.

This year you didn’t have time (because of work) and no idea (because of fatigue) for presents for loved ones, and even more so for the unexpected guest – Suzuya, who loved to sleep in your house because, as he once said, ‘He felt at your place very safe’, but you managed to come up with a little surprise fastly; you wrapped a red ribbon that was in the cupboard with needles and scissors around an unopened box of nut cookies. You also managed to find a piece of paper and a black pen, so you wrote a concise but sincere wishes to the inspector, which ended with a tiny heart and a star. Out of the corner of your eye, you also noticed the mistletoe lying next to the clock, which was a little joke your dear friend had made to you two days ago. So you took everything and went back to the quietly sitting Juuzou, smiling slightly at him, even a bit silly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think about gifts before, but... I hope that’s enough. After today’s work, we can go to the gallery or the park to see the decorated Christmas trees, you will surely like them. Happy Holidays, Juuzou. I hope next year will be a good one for you.” You said shyly as you handed him ribbon-decorated cookies. At the sight of them, the boy only blushed, then looked at your other hand, which was still gripping a little twig. “Ohh... it’s... such a small tradition where you get a kiss under the mistletoe.” You picked up the plant and then placed it over the white-haired young man’s head, bending down after a while and giving him a short peck on the left, smooth cheek. “Merry Christmas once again.”

“Merry Christmas to you too and... thank you for that.”

You only smirked, reaching for the mug of already cool drink. However, you weren’t disappointed in drinking the cold cocoa, because the honest, slightly timid smile of the boy you liked from the beginning of your work at CCG warmed your whole body better than any other hot chocolate, tea or coffee.