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This was a fun read! The palm kiss had me melting 🫠
Warnings: Violence, guns, hostage situations, and ambiguous angsty ending.
Pairings: Hans Gruber x Female Reader, Reader uses She/Her pronouns
Word Count: 2,300+
Summary: Hans is carrying out his infamous heist when his attention is captured by Nakatomi Corporation's secretary.
AN: I was watching South Park and Hans Gruber was there... the new chapter of Jasmine and Rose will be out sometime next week... hopefully. Please excuse the gap in updates, I was in Ireland. Excuse spelling errors and incorrect translations, I don't speak German.
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Christmas Day couldn’t have been going any better for Hans Gruber. Currently packed into a van like sardines with his crew, Hans and his men awaited their arrival at Nakatomi Plaza. There was nothing quite like being crammed into a van with several men that made you appreciate the smell of fresh air like never before.
Once the van came to a stop, he exited, happy to at least be out of the van’s sweaty confines. Standing there with his hands in his warm pockets, Hans waited for the all-clear from Karl and Theo. Once they had radioed in, confirming the security systems were down, he led his men expertly throughout the maze of the building. It was as if he had walked this very path hundreds of times despite never stepping foot in Nakatomi Plaza before, it was the mark of a true criminal mastermind, unwavering confidence that could get him anywhere he desired with so much as a smile and an arch of his eyebrow.
Theo had ensured that every possible exit from the tower was now inaccessible, escalators, phone lines, and cameras were all powered off after he’d shut every gate. Power would still be supplied to ensure that, outwardly, everything looked fine. To be truthful, Theo was a smart boy, he had a mouth on him, sure, but Hans was sure he could make something meaningful with his life, god knows why he resorted to a life of crime, not that it was his business but he felt that out of everyone in his crew, Theo stuck out the most, he didn’t belong there, he belonged in some fancy college as a computer science major or something other.
Shaking his head to clear his wandering thoughts he stepped into the elevator with his posse, humming softly to himself, he let his thoughts wander once more. So far, their plans were going off without a hitch, soon enough he’d be known as the man who robbed six hundred forty million dollars worth of bearer bonds right from underneath Nakatomi Corp’s noses, serves them right for their greed. Smirking to himself, he couldn’t help but imagine what he was going to do with his money, perhaps a nice vacation in Tahiti.
A soft ping rang out signaling they reached their desired floor, bringing Hans out of his thoughts, the noise was quickly drowned out by the loud party which had yet to notice them. Stepping out of the elevator first, Hans looked around before catching sight of the secretary who was seated at her desk engrossed in a Vogue Magazine, walking up to her flanked by his heavily armed men, catching her attention, he winked at her.
Immediately, her eyes widened in fear as she glanced at the guns, gasping softly, Hans shushed her with a finger against his lips and a sultry smile. Stepping in front of the crowd, he let his men surround him from behind before Karl fired a warning shot into the air, screams from the party-goers filled the once joyful room causing everyone to fall into a fit of hysteria. He allowed his men a couple of minutes to gather everyone in the middle of the room, gesturing for the pretty secretary to do the same. Rolling his shoulders, he reached into the breast pocket of his suit and opened his notebook before raising his hand up in a “stop” motion. Effectively quieting the crowd, he cleared his throat.
“Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen,” Hans spoke, looking almost annoyed by the noise, the crowd quickly fell silent not wanting to anger their new captor. “Due to the Nakatomi Corporation's legacy of greed around the globe, They’re about to be taught a lesson on the use of real power. You will be witnesses. If our demands are not met, however-” he paused frowning sadly, as if to mock them. He spoke quickly with ease and yet, Hans couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering back to the secretary.
“You may become participants instead.” He said in a noticeably more grim tone. Checking his notebook, he broke eye contact with her and inhaled deeply, searching the crowd. “Now, where is...'Takagi'? Joseph Yoshinobu Takagi, born Kyoto, 1937…”
Stepping closer to the crowd, everyone took a step back in fear as Hans eyed them like a panther selecting its next meal, every so often glancing back at the woman. Toying with them almost lazily, he spoke cooly, inspecting the crowd, “Family emigrated to San Pedro, California, 1939. Interned at Manzanar, 1942 to 1943. Scholarship student, University of California, 1955. Law degree, Stanford, 1962. MBA, Harvard, 1970. President, Nakatomi Trading. Vice chairman, Nakatomi Investment Group.” Taking a breath, he inspected an older man curiously, pretending as if he didn’t know Mr Takagi was right behind him.
“Enough,” Mr Takagi said, pushing his way closer to Hans.
“And father of five,” Hans said turning around slowly to meet Mr. Takagi’s gaze, his face remained impassive, not giving away any clues as to what kind of captor the employees of Nakatomi Corp would be dealing with.
Looking at him, Mr. Takagi, no doubt scared, tried to keep a blank face under Hans’s scrutiny, “I am Takagi,” he said, managing to keep his voice from wavering.
Hans extended his hand and spoke civilly as if he wasn't indirectly holding them all at gunpoint, “How do you do? It’s a pleasure to meet you,” after shaking his hand, Hans gestured to the elevator. Before giving Mr Takagi a choice to follow his directions, Karl pushed him towards the elevator forcefully.
Walking back up to the front of the room, Hans stopped in front of the secretary he was eying earlier, “Hm, a beautiful woman like you working as a mere secretary is preposterous. Mein Schatz, you deserve to be on a beach somewhere enjoying the sun,” Hans said circling her with sadistic joy painted on his face.
Looking at Hans with clear fear in her eyes, she didn’t respond, flinching slightly when he leaned closer to her, holding her breath in fear of angering him, she looked around at her fellow coworkers silently begging for help.
“Put your hands up, mein Schatz,” he said teasingly, enjoying the fear-stricken expression on her face as she followed his orders. Trailing a finger along the curvature of her hip, he smirked devilishly.
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, the woman smiled arching an eyebrow at Hans as she slowly and teasingly put her hands up, “You wouldn’t hurt me would you?”
Even Hans’s very own men were shocked by this woman’s unusual behavior, one second she looked like she was about to burst into tears and now she was… smiling? Glancing at each other warily, they watched their boss flirt with the secretary.
“Absolutely not, that would be an unforgivable crime, a waste of the world’s most beautiful gem even,” Hans smiled admiring the woman’s beauty. Glancing at her hands, reached out for her hand so he could inspect her rather large wedding ring glinting in the light, anybody with working eyes could see it, the sheer magnificence of the diamond ensured that. “Married, hmph, must be one lucky bastard, huh? Does he treat you well mein Schatz?” he grinned from ear to ear, stepping closer to her.
“He’s truly awful. So much so he left me alone for a week,” she snipped, suddenly turning sour before turning away from him with an indignant huff.
She was certainly feisty.
Did she not realize who he was? Or see the guns? Either blind or stupid they confluded, about to place bets on which of the two it was, Hans’s men saw him frown and make a sudden move, drawing their attention back to him.
Standing up to his full height, Hans moved closer to her taking her hand in his once more to turn her back around before placing his finger under her chin and tilting it upwards.
“I’m sorry Mein Schatz, I beg of you, please forgive me for this grave sin I have committed,” breaking his playfully flirtatious character, Hans frowned, reaching out to stroke her cheek with his thumb.
“Begging are we? I thought you were above that…” snickering softly, she leaned into his caress.
Cheeky little minx…
“Meine kleine Schauspielerin, I see our time apart has not dulled your quick tongue, you’re still as mouthy as ever, meine Gattin” Hans growled playfully.
Did he just say… meine Gattin… as in… my wife?
Now his men truly were confused, this, this woman- you- you were his wife?!
“Was I believable?” you smiled smugly, purring into his ear seductively.
“I’m afraid your rather expensive tastes gave you away mein Schatz, the Vogue Magazine, your clothing choices, and not to mention your… ring…” holding your hand up to his lips, he pressed a kiss to your palm before pulling you closer.
Cupping his cheeks, you leaned forward and kissed him passionately, slowly trailing one of your hands down his chest. Pulling away, you spoke breathlessly.
“I missed you, you know the last thing I’d ever do is take off my ring,” you said sincerely. Despite your playful snark and attitude, everyone witnessing your little show of intimacy was able to tell just how deeply in love you two were with each other, the love in both your eyes was proof enough.
“You’re a needy little thing, one week without my presence and you become all lovey-dovey. I won’t lie, I do like this side of you though Schatzi,” basking in your affection, Hans wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing you tightly up against his chest.
He may be a criminal but he was still a gentleman, pressing a kiss to your forehead he paid no mind to his gawking crew or even Mr. Takagi. Your happiness was his number one concern and he could care less whether or not his men agreed, they were all replaceable anyway.
Gently running your fingers over the lapel of his suit you gazed up at him curiously with a teasing smirk, “Is this new? John… Phillips London is it?”
“You truly are my wife, yes, yes it is. Do you like it? I had it made in your favorite color,” he said with a smirk, placing a hand over hers.
“I think it looks rather dashing on you, though, I’d much rather see you without anything on,” tugging on his suit playfully, you leaned forward to whisper in his ear with a vexing grin.
Used to your seductive antics by now, Hans rolled his eyes before taking your hand in his to stop your hand from wandering, “Geduld, mein Schatz. I don’t perform well in front of audiences.”
“There doesn’t have to be an audience, I know of a couple conference rooms that are no doubt empty right now..” you said under your breath in a sultry tone, one which you knew would get him to bend to your will.
Clearly, under your spell, Hans’s will to resist was starting to waver, he considered himself impenetrable and unwaverable when it came to most things, but when you were involved? Forget it, all sense of rationale was thrown out of the window. As he was considering your offer, Karl cleared his throat trying desperately to get the attention of his boss as he and Theo were now ready to head up to the safe. Theo, knowing the safe would take a long time to crack, was eager to get started as soon as possible.
“Herr Gruber…” Karl paused, unsure of how to address you, “Frau… Gruber, sorry to interrupt your… reunion… but we must get going if we want to stay on schedule,” he said softly, trying not to come off as rude in front of his short-tempered boss.
Narrowing his eyes at Karl, Hans glared at him before turning back around to face you. “Unfortunately, I must get back to work mein Schatz. Why don’t you go sit pretty at your desk and when I’m done I’ll give you your Christmas present? I need someone with a brain to watch over these fine people anyway,” looking back at the men he stationed to guard the hostages he rolled his eyes. Sliding his hand over your waist, Hans pinched your hip.
Playfully whacking him, you sighed, rolling your eyes as you detached yourself from him and plopped back down on your seat, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll just sit over here, forgotten, uncared about, and unloved,” picking up the Vogue magazine you were reading earlier, you pretended to be uninterested and unaffected by Hans’s departure.
Pressing one last kiss to your forehead as he bent down, Hans stood up straight assuming his usual put-together demeanor, before whispering to you softly so just you could hear him, “Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz.”
Reaching out for his hand, you lowered your voice significantly, losing your playful edge, “I love you too, please be careful.”
About to make a cocky joke, Hans caught himself once he saw the genuine worry in your eyes. He knew every time he went on a mission like this one, you became the epitome of a worried wife. Given the circumstances of this heist, he knew the stakes were much higher this time, it was half the reason he let you work undercover at Nakatomi in the first place. He found it endearing but the last thing he wanted was for his precious wife to worry.
“Don’t worry Mein Schatz, I will come back to you and we will celebrate Christmas together like a proper family,” he said, smiling at her as he squeezed her hand comfortingly.
“I promise,” he whispered, barely audible before letting her hand slip out of his.
“Now, Mr. Takagi, I believe we have business to conduct,” smiling charismatically, he gestured to the elevator once more before following him in.
Translations: Mein Schatz - My darling/my sweetheart, Meine Gattin - My wife, Meine kleine Schauspielerin - My little actress
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I'm coming to you sweetheart... 🖤
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We miss you Alan
4 years ago, we raised our wands and said goodbye to a legend...
Rest in peace Alan Rickman.
(February 21, 1946 - January 14, 2016)
Oh!…ohhh that’s gore of my comfort character..
Man I love Galaxy Quest so much, it has got to be my favorite parody movie ever because it’s more than a parody. The best example is “by Grabthar’s hammer, by Suns of Warvan, you shall be Avenged”. When we think of parody, we think of taking something that takes itself seriously, and turning it into a joke, but with “Grabthar’s hammer” it’s the exact opposite. When it is first introduced, it is a corny, cheesy nonsense line that Alexander Dane despises because it’s stupid, humiliating, and wastes his talent. Yet when it comes time to comfort his greatest admirer in his final moments, he turns it into the beautiful line in the whole movie.
I swear to Circe.... I love Snape, i love his whole character, but the next mention of Lily... even a hint... ooooh boy i will flip a table
Let us raise our wands for Alan Rickman R.I.P
Sneaking Around, Severus Snape x Fem. Reader
Warning!: This is the first time I've written smut in a few years, so I apologize if it's not very good. And/or any spelling-grammar mistakes.
The following below includes fingering, p in v, somewhat rough sex, and mild degradation. Enjoy!
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Being around your husband discreetly wasn't exactly an easy feat. Upon his request, you've kept your marriage a secret from the student body. It left things between you private and mostly peaceful. Not that you minded the secrecy. The idea of students spreading unnecessary rumors about the subject didn't sound very appealing. But still, the whole ordeal had its cons. Being affectionate or more-than-professionaly-friendly was out of the question. Though knowing Severus, it was bound to be like that even if you two weren't hiding your marriage. Nonetheless, the way you smiled at him didn't go unnoticed by students. Nor did the occasional flirty comments you left his way.
It rose some suspicion, of course. Suspicion that remained unsolved for the moment. The most widely disliked professor and the nicest together? It didn't make any sense. Merlin forbid a pretty professor like Y/N fancy the dungeon bat that was Professor Snape. You'd overheard the whispers and small talk here and there, and it usually gave you a good chuckle or grin.
Though, like any other thing, it had pros too. Some that gave a thrill or twinge of excitement. Even if it was at the disposal of an agitated husband. Which is what got you where you were right now: sneaking around. Dinner in the Great Hall had ended no to long ago, and student curfew was now in place. Still, there were a few students here and there on their way to their common rooms. You shot them a few warm but awkward smiles as you walked past them. It got you some odd looks, but your focus was elsewhere. Thoughts of him plagued your mind throughout the day. Intimate thoughts. You tried to keep to under wraps, to be calm and not give into temptation. Key word; 'tried'. All the effort needed wasn't there. Being intimate on school grounds was something you normally avoided. The risk of getting caught was huge. Not to mention it put both your jobs in jeopardy. That and your pride. But, as of right now, the risk very much felt worth it.
It was the only thing you could think about throughout the day. During the breaks between classes when you saw him in passing. When you weren't actively teaching. During dinner at the high table when you sat side by side. Surely he couldn't blame you. The way your body felt was out of your control. Not like there was any other man who could satisfy you. Not like him. And so, after a few minutes of awkwardly shuffling about the castle, you found yourself in the dungeons. Frisson coiled through your body as you thought about what was going to happen. With a grin, you pushed the classroom door open. The sound of the heavy wooden door scrapping against the stone floor instantly made the man in the room snap his head in its direction from the shelf he stood broodingly at. A not-so-innocent smile tugged at your lips as your husband gave you a less than pleased look.
"Hello darling" You say while trying to sound like you were up to anything but no good. He quirked an eyebrow at you ever so slightly in suspicion, watching closely as you came into the room and shut the door behind yourself. "...To what do I owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit, Professor?" He finally spoke back after a moment of judgmental silence, his voice upholding its normal monotonic fervor.
A weak, unconvincing chuckle left your mouth as you walked over to him as casually as you could muster. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to see you is all. Not so bad, right?" Severus' black orbs followed your movements, clearly not impressed. "Seeing as it has evaded me that I didn't marry a woman of sound mind, I will remind you of a previous discussion." In slow, cool steps he came closer to you. And closer. Until the backs of your legs hit the edge of a desk. "..We are to keep a professional air when at work. Is that understood, Y/N?" No response. You stared up at him with an orphic look in your eyes. He was so close you could feel his breath fanning softly against your face.
You swallow lightly, trying to find the words to respond. Though, it was hard, and a shaky exhale came out before anything verbal did. "I.." Your tongue darts out momentarily, wetting your lips. "Sorry." Is all you can muster. Your response was less than satisfactory, and his eyes slowly analyse your face. "Sorry?" He repeats in a slightly mocking tone. You nod your head in response, "Yes." A dry hum came from Severus at your weak confirmation. His lips pursed into a thin line with narrowing eyes. Suddenly, he dipped down and scooped you up in his arms bridal style. He'd made up his mind to something in which you where completely clueless. "Severus what are you-" "Silence." He interrupted.
A small huff of irritation came from you, but you complied with his command without any further protest. Still, that didn't stop the pout that formed on your face. He carries you back to his desk, gently placing you on the edge of it. When you went to open your mouth to speak again, he dipped a hand beneath your dress. Your eyes widen in disbelief and a red color spread across your face. "Tsk." He gives you a scolding look, the tips of his fingers pressing against your damp panties. "Pathetically eager, aren't we?" He said dryly as his fingers snaked beneath the moist fabric and touched your yearning flesh. A sough noise left your lips, earning another scowl from him. "If you had any semblance of self control, you'd do best to keep that pesky little mouth of yours shut." His voice came out like a cold hiss in your ear a he spoke. A stark contrast to his tender touching between your thighs.
Two fingers gently ran along the length of your sensitive flesh before they slowly dipped inside you. A small whimper crept from the back of your throat, and you tucked your face into the crook of his neck in attempt to muffle yourself. His thumb found your clit and circled it lightly as his fingers pumped in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You let out a little whine of protest at his teasing, only for him to make no change. "C'mon Sev, please. Give me more than that.." You plead, getting an amused scoff from him before he responded. "Always the needy one" And with that, both hands came to your hips. They gently grip the waistband of your panties before slowly sliding them off your legs. Your eyes watch his every move intently; hungrily. He frees himself from the tight restraints of his trousers, already fully hard. You part your legs further, giving him room. One hand lifts your dress as his other moves to hold your hip.
"Keep. Quiet." That was the last thing Severus said before he slowly pushed into you. Your breath hitched at the feeling and you body felt like it just burst into flames. Finally. He rocked his hips in a gentle pace, giving you slow, deep strokes. You slid your hands beneath his arms and placed them on his shoulders blades, gripping at the fabric of his robes. He pulled back until it was just his tip in, then pushing all the way back in. It was good. But not the satisfaction you so desperately craved. His breathing grew heavy and his brow furrowed, mean while you felt more needy than you had all day. He was still teasing you. Cruel was the man you married. You buried your face into his neck and bit down on the skin that peeked out from the collar of his robes. He let out a small grunt, snapping his hips forward in retaliation.
A sharp whimper left your lips at the feeling. That was more like it. You bit down harder, trying to get more out of him. "Quit it, you little brat." He hissed through gritted teeth, his hips snapping forward once more. "Stop tormenting me then" You whine back, your words coming out a murmur against his skin. Suddenly he hooked his arms around your thighs and put your ankles over his shoulders. In the process your back fell flat against his desk. He shot a glare down at you as you looked up at him with wide eyes. At this angle, he was able to push deeper into you. His hips moved at a quicker, more rough pace. Tender moans and whimpers left your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. As if your noises weren't enough to give away what the two of you were doing, wet sounds emerged from your bodies joining together, over and over again. His facial expression was that of a sneer, though the look in his eyes was far from it. Heavily lidded and glazed over with lust.
A low moan of his own left his parted lips, his expression relaxing. So much for keeping quiet. A warm knot had since formed in your lower stomach. Growing hotter and tighter with each erratic thrust Severus gave into you. With every one your body rocked up and down against the desk, only adding to that knot. It was like you could feel every nerve in your body buzzing with pleasure. Tensing and curling on one another. Causing your body to tremble with the intense throbbing between your legs. If there was one thing Severus was good at, it was bringing you over the edge. Even at the disposal of his own release. He angled his hips slightly, then hitting that special spot inside you with each snap of his hips. A long, needy moan erupted from your throat. That knot pooling in your stomach grew tighter. Aching like a sore thumb. Pulsing in all the pleasure point throughout your body.
He could feel his own need starting to rise. His hands moved to your barren thighs and gripped them as gently as he could muster in his state. He needed to feel your skin. Warm and soft flesh beneath his large, rough hands. They knead the supple flesh of your legs, squeezing and massaging them. As if he were trying to make a distraction for himself but failing miserably. "I forget how utterly pathetic you can be," He chokes out with small grunts escaping in his speech "like a bratty child begging for punishment". He grits his teeth once more, feeling you begin to clench around him. Clamping down like a hot, slick vice. His words, though somewhat belittling, added to the delicious fever that plagued your body. His voice, deep, almost like a purr. The smooth, sultry tone he took. As if it were velvet or butter. Caressing your quivering core.
And then you finally reach your boiling point. Pure ecstasy rippled through you like a title wave. Crashing through your core a gushing out all over his length. He continued to thrust in and out of you through your release, prolonging your pleasure. Slowly, his movements came to a stop, and the sound between you two faded. Either of your breathing was labored and uneven. A weak whimper left you as he pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. He gently set your legs down, to which you slowly began to sit up, only for him to push you back down.
"Lay back down you silly woman, I'm not done with you yet."