Here is the list of my Kinktober prompts just so I have them all in one place~!
Day 1: Mirror Sex - Haarlep x Reader/Tav
Day 2: Eye Contact - Dammon x Reader/Tav
Day 3: Spit - recom!Quaritch x Reader
Day 4: Breeding - Halsin x Reader/Tav
Day 5: Overstimulation - Raphael x Reader/Tav
Day 6: Sharing is Caring - Lucanis x Reader/Rook x Spite
Day 7: Uniform - recom!Quaritch x Reader
Day 8: Marking/Biting - Victor Creed/Sabretooth x Reader
Day 9/10/11: Virginity Loss - Varric Tethras x Inquisitor/Reader
Day 12: Skipped
Day 13: Size Difference - Raphael x Reader/Tav
Day 14: Skipped
Day 15: Skipped
Day 16: Injury Sex - Cullen x Inquisitor/Reader
Day 17: Hate Sex - Erron Black x Reader
Day 18: Cock Warming - Rolan x Reader/Tav
Day 19: Closet Sex - recom!Quaritch x Reader
Day 20: Clothed Sex - Astarion x Reader/Tav
Day 21: Sex Pollen - Zevlor x Tav/Reader
Day 22: Worship - Astarion x Tav/Reader x Halsin
Day 23: Edging - Dammon x Tav/Reader
Day 24: Knotting - Zevlor x Tav/Reader
Day 25: Skipped
Day 26: Skipped
Day 27: Skipped
Day 28: Skipped
Day 29: Skipped
Day 30: Skipped
Day 31: Morning Sex - Gale x Tav/Reader
This couldn't happen, not to him. This has to be some kind of joke but deep down he knew it was as real as him and as you. Still, the anxious part of his mind screamed at him that this was only a set up, that you weren't pregnant with his child.
"Its yours." you spoke into a quiet voice, afraid if you raised your voice any higher, you would startel your lover known as the Hacker, but you prefere to call him by his fictive name, Erron.
You cursed yourself for even entering a relationship with him now, and you had told yourself that getting with one of the most notorious criminals of this generation was a bad idea, but like many of the others befor you, you fell for his manipulative games and his charms, not that he tried to hard to swoon you. Perhaphs, it was his impecable superior intelligence, the importance he had along other criminals and on the dark net.
He was simply an enigma which pulled you in to fall down into the dark pit of venomous snakes.
Despite not knowing his real name or his real identity of who he was, you did knew his Hacker persona, but you caught small glimpses of what you learned to call it, his everyday man self.
When he wasn't hacking, killing, abducting and comitting gruesome crimes, he was a pretty laid-back man; he would play video games with you in free time, watch movies, normal domestic couple stuff, but he was such a busy man, these moments were so rare you sometimes forget when was the last time you and him spent time like that.
"This cannot be happening to me." Erron broke the deadly silence and his words cut through your body like a machete, making your guts twist and a bitter feeling envelop your throat.
You should have seen this coming, Erron wasn't the average guy to settle down, get married, have children and a family.
He was a solitary one, prefering to be on his own and the fact that you were allowed into his life was something you always wondered.
Why?
"P-Please..." you choked out, arms wrapped around yourself, feeling so vulnerable.
His gaze moved up from the positive pregnancy test into his hands, and you could see his grey eyes from behind the mask you got so familiar with, narrowing, his broad shoulders moving up and down as he took deep steady breaths.
"No. Don't you even dare say it... This cannot be happening." he said with finality, and you felt tears form into the corners of your eyes.
"W-Will you kill me?" You asked into a broken voice, knowing what this man was capabile of doing.
Tilting his head to the side, he let out a dry chuckle, booping your forehead mockingly.
"You have one hour to pack your stuff and get the fuck out." he said into an emotionless voice, stalking away from you and into his work room, slamming the door closed with a bang that echoed into the dim lit penthouse.
Letting out a breath you were holding, you let silent tears fall down your cheeks and you started to pack your stuff, not having much, you were done fast and looked around the place you spent your last 11 months, then left.
You called your aunt to stay at her for a period of time until you would manage to get your life together, which was quite hard, but you had managed to find a decent job to at last pay around the bills, since you didn't wanted to be a leech on her back, then one night after coming back from work, you recieved an email.
It was from the Hacker.
'I am sorry for how things ended up to be like, but what you want and that life is something I cannot offer you. My life is too dangerous for.... Our child. They will be better off only with you. I will do my duty and transfer you as much money as you need to give him a better life. You know me, dollface... I am a bad influence.'
Reading the message over and over again, you slowly started to understand. He was protecting you and the child, which was a sign of love from him, as much as a psychopathic cyber criminal can be, but it was enough to assure you that he didn't hated you or the child.
He was scared.
Resting one hand over your swollen belly, a smile tugged at your lips, seeing a notification appear on your private bank account.
'15,000$ have been send into your account'
Maybe it was better off like this, but you knew deep down that the Hacker would keep an eye on you two.
Love this cowboy. Not much to talk about other than I would gladly be under him any day.
Kink: Hate Sex
Pairing: Erron Blackx Reader
Warnings: Nicknames (sweetheart), Reader uses no pronouns or physical descriptions, descriptions of sex
Masterlist
God.
You hated him. Hated his snide comments. Hated his smell of musk and gun powder.
Hate, hate, hated him.
Yet you always ended up like this; with him on top of you, your pants pulled down just enough to expose your wet cunt, his cock freed from his pants, and the metal of his belt buckle digging into the flesh of your thighs. Pants and moans filled the space between you. His mask pulled down as he nipped and bit the flesh of your neck, not caring about the amount of marks he left for everyone to see.
"Fuck. Don't! Jackass, I can't cover those!" Your protests only fueled him as he pistoned into you, dragging across your sweet spot with his thick cock deep inside you.
"Good. Don't hide them. Let everyone know how you like being under me." He emphasized his words with a hard thrust into your warmth, causing a gasp leave you.
"Ass." You hissed at him as your nails dug into the armor and cloth on his shoulders. He simply chuckled as he nipped at your ear.
For me the best aftercare is cuddles :3 I will always take some cuddles.
Prompt: Aftercare
Paring: Erron Black X Reader
Warnings: Illusions to sex but nothing really happens but cuddling, Reader has no descriptions or pronouns used
Masterlist
Erron wasn't soft. He wasn't gentle. He didn't say I love you or other sweet crap. He never felt the need or the urge to be. To change who he was. But with you… You made him feel things that made him uncomfortable. A strange, warm feeling in his chest. The type of feeling that made him run away the moment you two were done but then return again like a dog. It drove him crazy. You drove him crazy.
Laying here beside you, he felt that urge again. That urge to run away now that your nightly rendezvous was over. But you looked so good curled up against him. You were warm — soft skin pressed against him. His brow furrowed for a moment before slowly wrapping his arm around you and pulling you onto his chest. He ignored to soft noise of surprise from you, running his fingers up and down your spine as he looked down at you.
His eyes met yours as a moment of silence passed between you — a moment of understanding. Neither of you knew what this was. It wasn't a simple arrangement anymore but you both didn't want to put a label to this either. So you would accept this. This moment of softness. This moment of connection. What he was willing to give you with his heart thundering under your cheek.
Hacker with s/o calling him a bitch just to piss him off
The Hacker with a s/o who calls him a Bitch Headcanons
At first he will be amused, finding it funny and cute that you have the guts and fire to call him such a name. "I don't know who is the bitch around here."
After a while he will pretty much ignore it, waving it off like its nothing at all, and just going on with his day.
When his patience combust and he looses it, said s/o will find themselvs with a gloved hand gripping their throats and the Hacker looks deeply from behind his neon lit mask into their eyes. "Its getting annoying, dollface.... Maybe I should show you exactly what a Bitch looks like."
Not gonna lie; he will fuck you sensless, videotaping it and livestreaming it for everyone to see who the bitch is.
i need some angst... can you do headcanons for asa, jesse and erron where they genuinely care about their s/o bur in a fit of rage hurt or even kill her and the aftermath? thanks!
Haven’t written angst in a long time, so you will have to excuse me if I got a little rusty around the edges. Also didn’t know how to put this into headcanons and decided to write little scenarios. I think genuine care has a different meaning to these guys; more like an obsessive need to control their s/o if I can say so.
Warning: The following scenarios involve toxic relationships and sort of abuse. BEWARE.
‘Baby, I’m blind.’ - Anonymous
Slashers Angst Scenarios with their s/o
The Collector
Asa was known to be a quiet, reserved, and perhaps anti-social man, never letting himself be open to the eyes of society; just being a regular guy in the eyes of people was enough for him, but you knew him better. You knew he had emotions under that thick hard skin, emotions that he showed to you from time to time, but alas he showed them, which was enough to know you were special to him.
With the bad full of emotions also came the negative ones, ones that resembled his other persona, the Collector and you knew better than to interfere yourself when he was his other-self. You never questioned his other life behind the dirty and thick walls of the hotel. You just accepted him as a whole; good and bad.
It was no surprise that he had a habit to come home late at night, sometimes disappearing for days, it came with the blessing of having double lives, but the shock was when you saw him enter the house one night while you were getting ready to go to bed.
He was drenched from head to toe from the heavy rain outside, his mask in one gloved hand, showing his tired face, smeared a little from the black paint around his eyes.
"Asa?" you asked in a quiet whisper, a little worried by the look he gave you.
He was angry. By what? That you didn't know, but by the wounds on his shoulder and abdomen, you guessed he had a rough night with a collected.
Before you could say anything, he took long steps towards you, his nitrile covered hand grasping you by the neck, your eyes widening as you choked on your words. You knew how dangerous he was, but you always told yourself that he would never let his inner monster out on you.
"W-What are you doing?" you gasped out, your eyes locked on his black shiny ones, reading pure sadism in them.
"Have you told anyone?" he asked in a calm yet deadly voice.
You furrowed your brows in confusion, debating what he was implying. That you would snitch on him?
"I-I...I would never betray you." you replied in a shaky voice, trying to get as much air into your lungs as possible.
Asa gave you a look of suspicion, scowling at you, then like that, his hand left your body who slumped down on the floor by his feet, eyes looking up in submission, not daring to say anything else.
Just like that, he left to go upstairs, leaving you alone, then you heard the shower running.
It was the first time you saw him. Not Asa, but the Collector.
Chromeskull
You knew that Jesse was territorial and you accepted this fact from the moment you started your life as his, knowing he didn't do things by halves. Sometimes your habit of seeing the good in everyone could put you into some troubles and that came tonight as your back was flush against the wall of Jesse's study.
Your eyes, usually filled with joy and mischief were now filled with fear, fear of your fiance and future husband, who destroyed his study, throwing furniture across the walls opposite of you, breaking everything. His broad back turned towards you, heaving up and down as he contained his rage, ready to combust yet again as he turned to look over his shoulder at you, brown eye, blown wide as he took in your shaky form.
Slowly, he stalked towards you, and at that moment you knew what the piggies felt when Chromeskull was on the prowl. His hand slammed beside your head, making you jolt, feeling like tears would burst any moment from your eyes. His hand moved down the wall and back in front of you to sign.
'Are you cheating on me?'
The question made you gape at him, feeling betrayed that he would think of you that way.
"N-No. How could you think that?" you asked, wondering what made Jesse ask you something like that.
'I don't know. You were giving that man at the dinner party some sweet eyes.' he signed, lips pulled int a silent snarl.
"I-I was trying to be polite. I-I didn't want to embarrass you by acting rude." you tried to explain, gulping down.
'Still trying to act all innocent when we all know that you're just like the rest of the piggies. SLUT.'
"Don't fucking call me that!" your rebellious self dared to speak and in response, your cheek stung from the harsh slap of Jesse's hand, your gaze moving down, trying to blink the tears away, but his hand grasped your jaw in a tight grip, making you look up at him. His lips brushed against yours as he typed on the phone.
'You are nothing without me. I OWN you. Better get that through your thick skull, HONEY.'
The tears followed down your cheeks.
'And don't even think about divorcing me.'
His grip tightened at the last words his phone spoke, then like that he stormed out, leaving you alone in the darkness.
The Hacker
Normally, you weren't the jealous type, never had motives to be and you always hated these types of girlfriends that were jealous for childish reasons, but now? You started to understand why they always made a big deal.
You were leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking some wine, mostly to ease the tension you felt in your muscles and spine, your eyes on the door as it opened and your boyfriend entered, closing the door behind him and throwing the key cars of his Dodge Charger on the chest by the door, his masked face stopping on your form.
"Not sleeping?" he asked as he walked towards the fridge, pulling out a cold energy drink.
"How can I sleep when my boyfriend is not home and he comes at 3 in the morning?" you asked, and you heard how he sighed in exasperation behind the mask.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I was doing business." he said, tone getting to a harsher edge.
"Spending your time at brothels and nightclubs isn't work." you snarked back, only for him to pull down his mask and hoodie, running his hand through his spikey hair.
"Will you stop?" he asked, grey eyes looking at you, the bags under his eyes visible.
"Will you stop acting like an asshole?" you asked and in an instant, he was upon you, his hands trapping you against the kitchen counter.
"Watch your mouth. Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean I cannot fuck you up and trust me, doll. I will if you act like a stuck-up bitch with me." he growled, all your brave facade vanishing, reminding yourself who this man was and what he was capable of.
"Well?" he sarcastically asked, his hot breath hitting your face.
"I-I'm sorry...I-I was just worried." you said, lowering your gaze in submission.
He chuckled at your reaction, knowing he could shot the obedience into you very easily.
"Aww...You're worried about little ol' me?" he asked, licking his lips as he looked down at you, then you felt his lips on your forehead.
"Don't stand in my way and just be loyal to me as I am to you, and you won't have to worry about one thing." he muttered, then he moved away, walking towards his desk and computer screens.
You were left speechless, knowing that the moment you entered this relationship there was no way out.
What if the hacker and his S/o got into a bad argument (kinda like the I hate u fic you did) but he goes to far causing her to lock herself in the bedroom. After he calms down, hours later, and not seeing her at all he goes to check on her only to discover that the door is still locked. Knocking on it she doesnt respond the only thing he receives is a sniffling shaky breath. How would he fix this? (Angst but fluffy ending maybe some makeup loving sex?)
The Hacker x Reader- Into Nightmares
The relationship that you were in was toxic and you know it, still, you agreed to continue this path with your lover, hoping that he will change and be a better man, as much as a sadistic mass murderer could get. At first, you ignored his gruesome hobby that was also where most of the money came from; money that he used to support both of you, buy you gifts, and spoil you.
Dirty money from sick fucks that paid him handsomely to murder people he didn't even know personally and you were an accomplish just by knowing these facts and simply closing your eyes, ignorant as you were.
You tried to change the Hacker and each time the discussion was opened it all went downhill. So many times had you explained to him that with his immaculate abilities in informatical technology he could have any job into this domain.
The answer was always the same; he loved what he was doing, the killing, the chasing, and stalking, invading others' privacy, it was all a game, and your boyfriend got pleasure from doing his job.
Today it was another discussion about this problem and things started to get nasty really quick; you were pretty much exasperated.
"Look...I get the idea that you want to help me, doll....But I don't want help." the Hacker quoted with mocking fingers, sprawled on the couch as you were lecturing him, playing therapist with him was definitely a challenge because he was stubborn as hell.
"You way too good to do such things, Erron. It's not too late to change and lead a normal life. We can have a normal life." you began to ramble, concern, and solemnity in your voice to which the Hacker groaned in annoyance, his grey eyes apathetic looking at you.
"So you're not happy with me as it is? Jeez, [Name]....You can be such a fucking hypocrite sometimes." he said, getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of vodka.
"Listen, Erron...." you began, but were cut off as he turned around and gave you a look of pure disgust.
"No, you listen to me, you fucking bitch." he snarled, your eyes widening at the word he called you, something he never once did. Sure, you argued but calling you derogatory names? No, until now.
"You act like you know everything like you know what's good for me. When you agreed to begin this relationship you also agreed with my business so to speak...and you were pretty pleased with whatever I did for you, so don't act like a fucking hero here." he spoke to you in such a manner, venom lacing on every word, making you feel so small and insignificant.
"You're such a monster." The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them and that's when you hit a nerve because the next thing you found your back slammed against the fridge and a fist hitting the grey inox right next to your head.
His grey eyes, usually full of mischief and adoration were filled with rage and repugnance, his breathing harsh and lips pulled to show pearly whites like he was an animal.
Tears formed into your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks, not able to hold them in.
"Get the fuck out of my sight." he whispered and you quickly moved away from him.
You run out of the kitchen and right into your shared bedroom, locking the door and falling down against it, full-on sobbing at what happened. The look he gave you, maybe that's how he looked at the victims who tried to fight him? You weren't sure.
With slow steps, you walked towards the bed, falling against the soft mattress and hugging his pillow, the scent of his shampoo and aftershave hitting your senses and you began to cry harder.
Outside, the Hacker was laying on the couch, a half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table as he watched tv, trying to distract himself, but the thoughts about you never once left his mind. He hated himself for what he said to you and how he acted, but he was also angry.
You were supposed to support him, be right next to him in whatever he did, but you decided to go against him and he felt betrayed. It was hard to have a relationship with him, but he guessed none was all in for dating a famous murderer, but you agreed, and now you changed your mind?
The rest of the day, you haven't got out of the bedroom, despite how hungry you were, but you didn't want to face Erron, knowing what might happen. A knock on the door pulled you out of your miserable self. On the other side was Erron with a plate of heated up burritos and a soda can. Reluctantly, you opened the door and your eyes landed on the prepared food.
"Can we talk?" he asked, his expression showing how tired and troubled he was, no anger in his face, more like distress.
Deciding that it was better to solve the problem, you opened the door more and allowed him inside, setting the plate of food on the nightstand and you instantly began to devour the food. Erron couldn't help the small smile that formed on his face at the sight; you were adorable even when you were eating like a little piggy.
Finishing the burrito, you took a big gulp of the soda, then looked at Erron a little unsure.
"I-I'm sorry." you whispered, looking down at your lap.
"Don't be." Erron replied, making you glance at him, curious about what he was going to say.
"I know things have been hectic and I cannot blame you for how you reacted. Others would have had it worse." he whispered.
"No. I should have been more supportive, after all, I agreed to everything when we started dating, but..." you quickly said, making Erron look at you curiously, eyebrow raised in question.
"I'm scared." you admitted.
"Scared of what? I'm not going to hurt you if that's what you're afraid of." he assured you, but you shake your head.
"I'm scared of losing you." you said with glassy eyes, feeling like you're going to cry again.
He scooped you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and hands rubbing your back in comfort.
"I'm afraid one day you're going to get caught and locked forever.....or worse. You're in so much danger, sometimes coming home with a stab or shot. It makes me scared one day you're not going to get back home." you confessed and he shushed you, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I'm not going to leave you. I promise that." he whispered, laying down on the bed with you in his arms, you silently sobbing until there were no more tears and you fell asleep.
He was watching you, admiring your features, and wondered how lucky he got to call you his, even with your fears; someone who actually cared about his well-being, but as it says....Old habits die hard.
He wasn't going to change, but he was going to be there for you when your fears and nightmares would dominate you.
I really love your writing and I'm really happy that requests are open again!! 😭 Could you maybe write a part 2 to Strip Yourself (Hacker x reader fic) where the hacker and reader somehow meet again (like maybe the reader surprisingly tracks him down) and get together? Thank you!!
The Hacker x Reader- Strip Yourself Part 2
Part 1 HERE
Drinks were being passed on tables along with the money that flew on the stage by high heeled shoes, the girls dancing and twirling on the poles, music blasting accompanied by neon lights, creating the perfect nightlife atmosphere.
Night in New York never changed and neither did the masked man's life as he leaned on the bar, observing a brunette dressed in leopard lingerie. The Hacker bite his lower lip behind the mask as he ogled the woman, she had nice assets and eyes that he would love to see roll inside her head; by sex or murder, he could care less.
It was another Friday night, spending money on drinks and women because the next day he will get the cashback. Tonight he just finished another deal with a pretentious prick who wanted certain films.
The sick freak had some weird fetishes, but who was the Hacker to judge, after all, he wasn't any better.
"I see you looking at her. Gonna taker her in the back later?" the bartender, who the Hacker got pretty aquatinted with spoke with a chuckle.
"Maybe." The Hacker hummed, swirling the liquor in his glass.
He debated if he should just take her for a quick blowjob, when a happy cheer caught his attention, gaze moving from where the sound came. It was one of the veteran strippers, Vivian and she was hugging someone.
When she pulled away, grey eyes widened behind the blue neon lightened mask, gulping down as he took in your form.
It's been what? One year?
He had to admit you changed, but in a good way, hair and clothes are all nicely done and clean put together like a doll in his opinion. The bartender noticed the Hacker stare and nudged his shoulder.
"I never pictured you the type to go for business woman." the male snickered, but the Hacker didn't mind him that much, because all his attention was to you.
It's been a year since you left, quit the job as a stripper, and crawled your way up to be a respectable female in society, although you didn't saw yourself as some prize, never one to judge someone, because you knew what it meant to swallow your pride to get to where you were now.
Vivian felt like someone was starring at you two, so she turned around seeing the masked male, then moved her gaze back to you.
"You wanna talk to him?" she asked in your ear and you swallowed down.
You decided to visit Vivian since you two haven't talked for a long time, but you never pictured that you would meet him, after one year. The man who helped you the most.
"I kind of want to." you muttered, a little nervous, but you weren't going to act like you didn't notice him.
You weren't a coward and since you worked into the financial business you learned that cowardice is seen as a prime weakness and if the sharks in black suits notice, you will be most likely eaten alive.
So, take a deep breath you walked with her to the bar, ordering yourself a drink, while Vivian began to chat with the bartender.
"Hey." you finally said, your eyes looking at the Hacker, who has his mask turned to you.
"Hey, doll."
His voice was bitter like definitely not excited to see you after you left without a word or goodbye.
"Back again?" he broke the silence.
"More like visiting. I worked here almost all my life in college." you answered, taking a sip of your drink as it arrived.
"I know."
Of course, he knew, he was your top client, always tipping you the most, buying you gifts and attentions, showering you in compliments, and the only one who got privates shows with finalization, not that you were proud of it.
"I see you wormed yourself up on the scale in society. I guess all the hard work in college paid well." he spoke again, his tone arrogant and aggressive like.
"You want to talk about this now?" you spoke with confidence, not letting him get to you.
"What's the point? You left one year ago without a word, doll." he shot back, making you feel like you were the culprit here.
"You act like we were together. I told you from the beginning that when college is over so is this place." you clarified him, brows pushed into a frown.
He snorted behind the mask, then got up, walking away from you and towards the back door of the club where the alleyway was.
Before you would have let it go, forget about it, but you ended up being someone who wasn't going to take silence and walking away as an answer. You got up from the barstool and stalked after the male, getting out and catching his wrists before he could take another step.
"Will you stop acting so childish?" you snarked, making him stop.
"I am? Look who's talking. At last, you could have to say goodbye!" he shot back, tugging his wrist away, taking a step towards you, making you take one back.
Silence.
You had no comeback to that. Indeed, you had left, disappearing like a ghost, not even bothering to leave a message.
"That's what I thought. You know....You are no different from the sluts inside. You just have more clothes on, but you are all the same. Choking on my cock." he said in a calm and deadly voice, you could hear the smirk in his tone.
"I-I...Never..." you shuttered over your words, blushing at what he said.
"You never what?" he asked, backing you into the wall of an alleyway.
His masked face inched closer, the plastic brushing against your cheek and ear.
"Do I need to remind you of everything? That time you sucked my cock? When I fingered you? When I pounded you from behind like bitch? Each time I made you squirt?"
He was humiliating you, reminding you that you were no prude, you couldn't stick your nose in the air, because you were no better.
"It was the past." your replied, making him chuckle in amusement.
"That's your comeback?" he asked, grey eyes moving from your wide eyes and trembling lips down to your neck, noticing something underneath the white button-up blouse.
Gloved fingers moved to unbutton the first ones at the collar and you were ready to push him away, but his other hand pushed your shoulder roughly back against the wall.
"Don't fucking move." he snarled into your ear, now that your cleavage was exposed his eyes ranked over the pink diamond.
He recognized it, the one he gave you during your times together and he snickered, making you gulp down.
"You couldn't forget about me, huh....Dollface." he whispered, gloved hands moving over your collarbone.
"T-That's not-" you were interrupted by a finger on your lips.
"I'm not stupid. Can I ask you something and be honest with me, because I hate liars. How many men made you squirt?"
You wanted so badly to punch him in the mask, crack that plastic. He was so obscene and how dare he ask something like that.
"Come on. Answer." he growled into your ear.
You were so ready to throw a fist, but you were cut off as a hand grasped the waistband of your panties underneath the black skirt, tugging the cotton material up between your pussy-lips.
A squeak left your lips, a deep blush crossing your cheeks as you looked up at him.
"Heh...That's what I thought." he snorted, then just like that he left, leaving you to slump down against the brick wall behind you, the sound of the engine of his car could be heard in the distance.
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"You should forget about him, girl." Vivian said, the two of you having coffee and breakfast.
You twirled the spoon into your cold coffee, looking lost in your thoughts.
"Are you even listening to me?!" Vivian said with an exasperated face, making you look up at her lazily.
"Yeah..." your reply was as empty as you looked.
"You can literally have any man you want and you are mourning over a hooligan....a criminal must I remind you?" your friend said, but her words went deaf for you.
"Don't tell me that you haven't been with anyone since him...." she assumed with an unbelievable look in her eyes.
"Oh God, [Name]...." she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
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After one month, things didn't get better for you, hearing from Vivian how many gets the Hacker got in a year, and even after the incident in the alleyway he wasn't any subtle, coming to the strip-club as nothing happened.
One time you were there and seeing him with a redhead going into the back, you had a pretty good idea what happened, especially when the girl came out with money in her panties.
He had no shame!
Vivian told you like a mother would: 'Told you.'
She suggested that you should let it go and enjoy yourself, don't let someone get you down. That's how she managed to get you into a black cocktail-dress that reminded you of your types working as a stripper, black and silver heels, make-up done perfectly, and your usual ponytail hair now in wild curls.
Tonight, Vivian was off work, but you were hanging out at the club, full of people drinking and dancing. You were having a good time, joking with Vivian and some of the other girls, men coming and leaving to talk with you.
"Girl. Look at that piece of cake." Vivian whispered into your ear, pointing to a man who was giving you a look-over, his eyes ranking over your body and lips pulled into a cheeky smile.
You had to admit he was good-looking and just like the stars were aligned, he moved off the red couch and waltzed to you.
"Hey, sweetcheeks. Couldn't help but saw you looking at me. Care to dance?" well he sure was bold and you smiled.
Why not?
Taking his hand you two walked to the dancefloor, Vivian giving you thumbs up. A new song started and you began to move along, hips swaying to the beat, back turned towards him, his hands running up and down your waist.
"You look absolutely delectable." the man whispered into your ear, making you giggle.
Although you were having a good time, someone across the room wasn't on the same page, because the glass of vodka he was holding cracked lightly a little as he squeezed around it.
The Hacker was fuming behind the mask at the scenario and if he had a gun at him he would have shot the asshole who was holding you, brain splattering onto the dancefloor.
He should be there dancing with you, grinding against your body and making you giggle like a school-girl.
The last straw was when the jerks hand moved to brush his fingers onto the pink necklace that HE gave you, said jerk-fingers brushing against your breast.
That's when the bomb exploded because he took big steps towards the two of you, gloved hand grasping your wrist and tugging you away from the man's embrace. You were ready to give a piece of your mind to whoever it was, but a scream of pain torn through the music and a satisfying crack resounded.
The Hacker punched the man straight in the nose, breaking it, but the guy had to fight and just as that hell broke loose, glasses been thrown, chairs flying by and people fighting.
You were moving along the bodies fighting, going for the exit. The cold air of the night hit your sweaty face. Eyes wide open you couldn't believe what happened. Vivian came after you, making sure you weren't injured.
After one hour everything calmed down, but the mess was irremediable. You were leaning against Vivian's car when a masked face caught your attention.
Normally you would have gone and given him a piece of your mind, about how stupid he can be, but his dislocated shoulder, blood-covered clothes, and the cracked mask made you pity him.
You took a step towards him, but Vivian stopped you.
"I will be fine. You go home." you told her, making her sigh, telling you to be careful.
You walked towards him with your arms crossed, observing him.
"Give me your car keys." you told him, snatching the keys out of his pocket and helping him move towards his car.
He didn't say anything as you got him into the passager seat and you into the driver one. The ride towards your house was quiet, no comments have been exchanged. Getting in, you laid him on the couch and got a first-aid kit.
"Get your hoodie off." you told him and he chuckled dryly.
"So straight-forward, doll." he joked, making you roll your eyes, but alas you helped him get the piece of clothing off, noticing the bruises forming. You managed to put his shoulder back into place, with a deep groan of pain from him.
You noticed blood coming from underneath his mask and you grasped to pull it off, but he stopped you.
"You're hurt and bleeding." you told him and he sighed, leaving your wrists.
You didn't expect him to look so....Devilish like? Maybe a bit too young for his age. You could swear that if he didn't have the stubble on he would look like in his middle 20s.
"Like what ya see, sugar?" He asked with a smug smirk, his busted lip bleeding more, but you stopped him, whipping it away.
"You are an idiot, you know? What were you thinking?" you asked with a glare, still continuing to patch him up.
"That scumbag was touching you." he whispered, grey eyes looking at you with a slight glare.
"It was consensual. Don't tell me you're jealous....God....We are not together." you explained, exasperated.
"I don't like it when people touch what's mine." he responded, making your heart flutter a little.
"You heard me, doll.....Don't tell me the feelings aren't the same." he spoke with a bitter voice, coughing a little.
Yup, his ribs were bruised.
"Erron....I-I do care about you. I cannot lie, I mean you helped me through the bad for almost 3 years and I never once thanked you." you admitted, your eyes moving from his torso, noticing for the first time the dragon tattoo on one of his peeks, meeting his grey eyes.
He smiled a real genuine smile.
"Then why do we act like we're enemies because I sure don't see you that way." he whispered, his bruised lips inching closer to yours until they slightly touched.
He hissed at the pain, hating that he couldn't kiss you deeply, taking your breath away.
"You're hurt." you said, pulling away.
"Hey...I've been stabbed and shot in the past and still could get a hard-on after." he augmented with a smirk.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes.
"You're so despicable." you said with a smirk.
"That's why you love me." he winked, groaning at how sore his muscles were.
"Rest now. You look like shit....I'm gonna make you something to eat." you told him, walking to the kitchen.
"Well, aren't you the sweetest, [Name]? I didn't know we were married."
"I hate you!" you yelled from the kitchen and he laughed.
