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whitemelanin

*Reader has a name by the way -"

U know what ur doing, stop trying me

calicodrabblesaboutmonsters

Yandere Konig x prostitute reader

konig would definately be the type to fall for the hooker

i try not to give reader a set asethetic but this reader is mcbling y2k

your pretty sure your new regular is a serial killer, ok stop that sounded evil he hasn't done anything bad he's just a bit weird, like he has sex with you but he also hires you for domestic things which yea man do sometimes hire you for non sexual things like sometimes they need a date or they've never hired a hooker before and now their too nervous to do anything but this one's weirder it's like phsycopath shit ok stop, you need to stop trying to explain this your making him sound like dexter, it feels more like a sugar baby situation then a prostitute and her client, does that make sense?

ok from the beginning, you met him on a night like everynight you where walking down the street with some other girls walking past bars trying to see which ones where busy see if you could score some work when you all spotted it a military bay, now this is where it get's complicated you usually try to avoid military bars, there where types of men you avoided for your own safety

sports men, too rowdy and depending if they lost their alot more likely to get violent then other men

young looking men, now listen it is way too easy for a high schooler to make a fake id and you are not catching a charge

military men their bassically sports guys but train them to kill and give them a gun

you listen in from outside the bar and watch a few guys come out they all seem cheery, so probably celebrating a win, you look back at the other girls with you seeing what they decide, if their celebrating it couldn't hurt to see if you could get some work, three girls nod and go in with you two others walk off deciding to try somewhere else, you walk into the bar and can already see some other girls who got here first working up some money, you don't mind walking thru the crowd looking for a good opportunity when a hand on your arm pulls you aside you look up to see a Korean man shoving a few fifty's into your bra he seems a bit tipsy but also like he has a plan, he points his finger over thru the crowd

"hey miss, could you show my friend some love" he slurs out half drunk "you don't even need to sleep with him, just hang out with him" your not new to this guy's tend to hire hookers for their friends sometimes it's sweet sometimes it's fucked up peer pressure

you follow where he's pointing and see an absolute mammoth with a sniper hood covering his face aside from two piercing blue eyes, he's sitting at a booth off to the side nursing his drink and trying not to look at anyone

you walk over and he seems not to notice you until you plop down in his lap he sits his drink on the table quickly and nervously wrapping his arms around you instead, "hello big guy, your buddy wanted me to keep you company" you say it with a flirty tilt to the end of it, he looks nervous and looks away from you ducking his head but his hold on you tightens, you feel a bit like a human teddy bear but you don't mind, your not sure how much money his buddy gave you but you have a feeling it will be enough to pay this guy attention for the rest of the night

you notice his head is right next to your stomach and is looking out at the crowd as if your his shield, ok definately a teddy bear, but you don't mind looking down at him you see a patch of brown hair peeking thru the top of his snipers hood you inspect and realise its the neck hole to a t-shirt, it's not a snipers hood it's a t-shirt, this is unimaginably adorable to you, you reach a hand down running your fingers thru his hair, what a sweet heart, using you to protect him from the big bad crowd, wearing a diy sniper hood, leaning into you more as you pet him, oh big puppy, you turn on his lap, sitting so your legs go across his and he can bury his head into your stomach you curling over him to pet his hair

your not sure how long you spent like that, he called the bar tender over and got you both drinks, usually you wouldn't drink while you work but he seemed so harmless and the alcohol helped fight off the chill, it's been a few hours and most the soldiers have left meaning the girls have left aswell when you hear someone call out "Konig c'mon let's get you home!" the big man your cuddling stands up taking you with him as he carries you in a bridal carry and walks over to the voice

it's a pretty man with dark skin and a charming smile, he looks at you a bit surprised "oh damn, hey miss where do you live i'll drop you home" you want to answer your bed is a sirens call but your brain feels giggly and you can't seem to remember your adress which the pretty boy seems to catch onto and sighs saying some things you don't catch and dragging you and the big puppy to a car, the rest is a blurr

when you wake up your warm, unbelievably warm, you open your eyes and look down at yourself still half asleep, your wearing a huge jumper that falls to your mid calves and your covered in warm blankets, your limbs feel heavy but you manage to look to you side theirs a table against the wall on it you can see your clothes neatly folded along with your purse and a pile of bills that Korean man gave you to hang out with his friend, right his friend, you look to the other side of the bed only it's empty so you look around the room and sitting on the floor is the large puppy man humming happily as he uses tissues to clean off your heels, oh big puppy you are too sweet, you take this moment to inspect him, he has a cleft lip and multiple facial scars, in this light you can tell his brown hair has a reddish sheen to it and it looks like a grown out buzz cut, he's wearing a plane white t-shirt and boxers, you want to get his attention but he seems pretty happy cleaning your heel, you groan to get his attention feeling so warm and content you can't bother with words

"Liebling your awake!" aww he's so excited, and an accent? what is that Austrian?, you push yourself up deciding he deserves some effort he sits on the edge of the bed reaching out to steady you, "you woke up just in time, i made breakfast" he gets up and heads out the room, gods he's never had a prostitute before has he? well your not going to be the one to tell him he doesn't need to make you breakfast, your hungry

he comes back in the room with a tray that he sets down on the bed, it has a glass of orange juice a plate with two eggs on two pieces of toast and a bacon smiley face, you almost weep big puppy is so cute

"oh thank you, this looks delicous" you dig in the slight hang over feeling infinately better with food in your stomach, he sits on the edge of the bed watching you eat, which makes you look back over at what he was doing earlier "you didn't have to clean my heels you know?,"

he looks at you for a minute then back at the heels then back to you "they are very pretty heels, it would be a shame if they stained"

"oh, well thank you, that is very nice of you" god how can one man be so nice, your pretty sure you haven't even slept with him,

"so what are you doing later?" goddammit, there it is, the other shoe, now you have no doubt that his intentions are innocent but you simply cannot go on a date as a prostitute, he will expect you not to sleep with people if you begin dating and as shallow as it sounds you are not risking your income over a boyfriend

"oh i'm sorry honey im busy today" you put the food tray on the bed side table walking over to your stuff and stripping off the jumper he put on you as you begin to dress taking your heels off him when he holds them out to you

"well, atleast let me drive you home, i don't want you walking home like this" now that's a tricky one typically you'd never accept a ride but you also don't want to get on the 9am bus with a skirt thats just a glorified belt and titties spilling out your shirt

"fine, but thats it ok?" he nods, god he takes commands well, no shut up, he takes your hand leading you thru his house which is very cottagey for a grown man, he leads you to his car, the drive back is un-exciting until when you slip out the car he grabs your wrist in one hand in the other is a wad of cash and a note with a phone number

"please, come back to me" you think about this for a moment, this is good money from a good man, you take the money and close the door heading to your apartment, all to aware of him watching you enter dreamily

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manicrouge

Hate U - [Simon Riley x Reader] cw: angst

It's weird to miss someone who you hate, but you can't change the fact that his dog tags are sitting in your beside drawer. Well, you could, but that's beside the point.

Simon Riley was a rotten man who had a habit of only ever listening to two people: himself and the voice in his head. But as you're lying here in bed, staring up at the ceiling, you're thinking about the Lieutenant, huffing and puffing.

The nights with him were heavy and hot; his hands on every inch of you. There was something greedy about Riley that you couldn't quite place. He wanted to consume you entirely as he dug his dull nails into your skin, eager to replace the dirt beneath his nails with your flesh.

Leaning over to your bedside drawer, you retrieve his dog tags and take them in your hand, thumb tracing the engraving on his name. Your eyes are stinging as you lay flat against the mattress again and turn with the intent of curling into a body that isn't there anymore.

And instead of mumbling it into his chest, you speak it into the plush of the pillow beneath your head.

'I hate you, Simon.'

tumbleweedstillhaspanic

Kitten and the Shark Concept.

Dana Evans having Park the Shark's personal cell phone number and he always answering when she calls. He knows a call from the charge nurse down in the Pitt is never related to a consult. If Dana is calling it's because of Reader. Dana knows Park takes anything concerning Reader seriously. He does not give a shit what he's doing, if Dana calls, Park answers.

monikastuff

the lack of x reader in the Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings fandom needs to be studied

'cause what do you mean there are so many hotties but so little fics

therealjambery

Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (real fucking weird about each other).

misslavenderlady

liberalsarecool

Ownership meant a physical copy. Now you own nothing and can't find what you want across multiple streaming platforms.

Bring back headphones that plug in. Bring back expandable memory. Bring back owning media.

simplyjustfucked

counterpick-me-irl

SEIS fag sex? En esta economia?

depsidase

theconcealedweapon

depsidase

singing-not-sleeping-beauty

Not really a fan of Bridgerton, but I am a fan of Nicola Coughlan's response to everyone shitting on her for being "too big" to play a love interest

ohclaire

Pt. 4 of Secretary!reader

You’ve decided you need to do something about these feelings.

You’ve never really been one to go after what you want, more so the type to kind of sit back and just…hope it comes to you. It wasn’t the most successful method. Definitely not. But you would take the pain of loneliness over the pain of humiliation any day. At least that’s what you used to think. But now? Now the idea of not having them in your life was more painful than anything else. So you needed to change your tune.

You didn’t exactly know how yet. You’ve barely been in any serious relationships let alone initiated them. What were you supposed to do? Flirt?

…you…could flirt. Right? That’s what they’ve been doing this whole time. And if you were to believe they weren’t just doing it to mess with you, then presumably…they were trying to tell you they were interested? So if you flirted back…then that means you’re telling them you’re interested too, right?

Okay. You can do that. You can…flirt. How hard can it be?

You’re so bad at this.

From a technical standpoint and confidence one. You didn’t realize how much guts it took to call someone sexy. How were they doing this on the daily?

Your first attempt is after delivering a file to Price. He gives you his normal “thank you, sweetheart” while accepting it and you think…no time like the present.

“Of course…handsome.” You barely even say it, it’s more a mumble under your breath before you’re scurrying away in fear.

“I—“ Price’s head shoots up as he comprehends what he just heard, turning to look at you but you’re long gone. “Did…?” He turns to Kyle

“I think so.” He nods, also staring off to where you just were.

Both of them sit there, brows furrowed, mouths agape, trying to digest the fact that you finally flirted back.

By the time Simon and Johnny come join them, they’re still in that position.

When you make it back to your desk your heart is pounding way more than an acceptable amount. You feel like you’re being chased by a predator simply because you said one stupid word, how dumb is that?

You try to compose yourself and get back to work, secretly hoping they didn’t hear you. Still…you smile to yourself just a little, happy you followed through.

You figure you should keep doing it. That’s what they do…but you keep chickening out.

Until Simon greets you one morning with “mornin’ beautiful” and you suddenly feel emboldened.

So…you reply “good morning, big guy.” With a pretty smile. Perhaps not the most flirtatious, but you’ve heard that guys like being called that? You’re not sure. Until he stops in his tracks.

“I—you—“ he’s floundering. He’s floundering. You made him flounder! “Uh…” he’s searching for something to say, but he can feel his skin heating up under his mask and you look so cute smiling up at him and he feels the sudden urge to flex and show you that he is, in fact, a big guy, but before he can do any of that, Price interrupts.

“Lieutenant. Let’s get a move on!” He claps twice and motions for Simon to follow him.

Simon looks back and forth for a second before scurrying after Price. You try to hold it in for as long as possible before you’re giggling to yourself at how easily that worked.

John notices Simon’s skewed demeanor immediately, and pulls him aside before they make it into the meeting. “Everything alrigh’, Simon?”

He stares past his shoulder, brows furrowed. “I…you—big guy?” He finally gets out.

John just stares for a moment before clapping his back and urging him into the briefing room, “sure, big guy.” He has no idea what he’s talking about.

Kyle is your next victim.

It’s lunch time when he saddles up next to you, hoping to discuss the book you were both reading. He opens his mouth to give his usual flirtatious greeting but you beat him to it.

“Hi, pretty boy.” There’s still an uptick in your own heart rate, though doing this twice already means you’re getting better. Instead of wanting to run from the reaction, you’re actually anticipating it.

His mouth stops halfway open, a small “hu-“ pushes out before it seems like he blue-screens. Not moving, not blinking, just staring.

Just then, Johnny decides it’s a good time to walk past. He spots Kyle and stops, concerned. “Is…he okay?”

Johnny comes over, bending over to be eye level with Kyle, waving his hand in front of his face. “Gaz…?”

He puts his hand back on his thigh to support his crouched position before looking back at you. “What’d’ya do, hen? Ya broke Gaz!”

You shrug innocently, “dunno, just called him pretty.”

Soap blinks. “…well that would do it, don’t ya think.”

“You guys do it to me all the time!” You defend yourself.

“Aye, but you’ve never done it back. If ya called me pretty I’d probably pass out.”

“…you are pretty.” It’s a genuine comment, not just trying to get him riled up, but what you actually believe.

He stops now too, face rapidly becoming redder. He takes a short inhale and then can only say “hm” before he too starts staring into the distance.

“Um…Johnny?” You poke his shoulder but he doesn’t speak.

John comes around the corner, carrying the file you told him to give back to you after he was done with it. He’s strutting confidently until he sees you all.

He stops, placing the file down gently, before inquiring, “sweetheart…did you break my sergeants?”

“No…” you give him an innocent smile.

Price ends up having to call a meeting to discuss your new behavior and what they should do about it.

Maybe if you keep doing it they’ll get the memo?

ingystark

braiding thorin oakenshield

“Would you let me braid your hair?”

“Mh?” Thorin’s blue gaze flickers to you. “You– you think it looks messy?”

You shake your head. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean that. I suppose… I just think you’d look good.”

And that’s how, unexpectedly, Thorin sits on a chair and lets you do it.

For first, you comb his long, dark, full mane, untangle the knots and smooth them with your hands. You put the comb away, way too aware of the silence that falls between the two of you, and you start separating his hair into strands. They feel extremely soft under your touch.

lilidurin

This is great !! Just dreaming of being the lucky girl who gets to dive her hands in his gorgeous hair, oiling, untangling, combing, massaging, braiding... and so be the one to give him an intime moment of bliss !!!