#karin x reader

̥ .‧⋆ she doesn't want another person dragging her down, but she can only listen to you whine about dying in a boring town alone for so long before she needs it to end by any means possible. she has a handgun! you need protection and you're not leaving her side anyway, so she might as well say yes sooner rather than later. why did she ever agree to this?

̥ .‧⋆ lets get one thing clear, karin has enough to do without devoting her valuble time or energy to babysitting some princess who doesn't care that she has a job to do. as she starts to walk away from the train hoping you don't follow (you do), she's still listening to you go on and on about the horrible choice of mineral water at your station earlier like she could've solved it. maybe she can use you for something though.

̥ .‧⋆ she'll start probing for details about your connections and do her best to stay collected, but determined as she is, you seem even more determined to just complain. it would be wrong to say she got absolutely nothing out of you at all though (but it sure does feel like it)

̥ .‧⋆ karin now knows all about your love life, and that's a start right? you're so bored by your options, but at least you got some good clothes out of a few of them (after you shove your very expensive looking bag in her face, she can't argue with that), but you also seem very interested in who she's been seeing. why do you care?

̥ .‧⋆ you on the other hand are having a great time. you barely know this woman, but you care since someone as smart and charismatic as her must have people dying to get a date. watching the way her jaw tightens and her eyes narrow as you talk circles around her questions has you holding back giggles. is she flattered? does she know you're trying to get a date? it doesn't look like she has a single clue you're trying to flirt. is she enjoying this as much as you? you're not holding out a lot of hope

̥ .‧⋆ she might not have much patience for your dramatics but what she does have is a whole lot of compassion. the first time she sees you in an honest panic or just very scared instead of your usual attitude or out-of-touch whining, it's a bit of a shock. she'll feel some sympathy for you though, karin isn't warm or fuzzy about it, but she knows how to calm you down very well.

̥ .‧⋆ she’ll check if you’re fine, you’ll ask her if it looks like you’re fine (the answer is no), she knows better than to tell you the truth right now though. thankfully, distracting you isn't too tricky; you're good at complaining and she's not bad at it either, so no doubt, the occult will come up.

̥ .‧⋆ you might be incredibly grating otherwise, but how quick you are to roll your eyes at all things magic-related has her feeling a lot more sane. although she doesn't love that you're the one making her feel better, she'll start talking to you with less bite than before. why don't you believe? what made you dislike it so much? why didn't you lead with that when she first met you?

̥ .‧⋆ are you a friend? she's not sure yet. you let her talk as crudely as she wants without judgement (if anything you encourage it) and don't seem to let anyone push you around (including her). she respects it, even if it does mean you're a complete pain sometimes.

̥ .‧⋆ karin already has enough to think about without wondering what she wants with you. documenting what she's seeing in the town is by far the most important thing to her right now and dealing with you sometimes makes that feel like vacation. still, the way you giggle any time she chews you out, her mouth goes dry and her palms start to sweat a lot more than she'd like. she's sure you're getting some kind of satisfaction out of this, but really, she's getting something from it too.

̥ .‧⋆ you're only making her life so much harder though. she can't spoil you with gifts like the other people you're apparently used to being with. dragging you around wherever she's stationed wouldn't go well either. she isn't the type to write you longing letters from wherever she may be, and the distance would eat away at her. plus, could a relationship with anyone, especially you harm her future career?

̥ .‧⋆ she's sure some people have already guessed she, well, goes that way, confirming it with someone who acts like a caricature of a spoiled trophy wife surely can't be a good choice, right? if she was as stable as she'd been the first day, she would've decided yes. she’d've called you her friend, but nothing more, which obviously, you’d've bothered her about. the karin sauer thinks of you as her friend? really? what a doll.

̥ .‧⋆ after several days and rher in your heads, a tiny lapse of judgement is just about all it takes for her to start re-evaluating some things though. she's twitchy around you now, eyes drifting over your lips and thighs more than a friend usually does. you've been complaining and whining about whatever comes to mind, just to hear her snip back at you. why is her face so red? why won't she look you in the eyes anymore? is she freezing you out?

̥ .‧⋆ she still won't meet your eyes, staring into her lap in what looks like defeat. she'll let you settle down right in front of her and she won't ask why you're on the ground now too (you normally wouldn't be caught dead doing so, that's where the dirt is last time she checked), she'll even let you put two hands around her face and get your own close enough to see her nod stiffly before pressing your lips to hers. she wants you too much to even think about doing anything else. obviously you got what you wanted in the end, you always do.

Abella

Abella will run herself ragged if you don’t stop her. She makes sure you have everything you need and more. Sometimes even things that are entirely unnecessary.

She’s gonna put you under a heavy quilt in bed and you’re not allowed to move. (Heavy quilt + cold room combo is peak)

Not afraid of getting sick. She has a strong immune system, so she will climb right on top of you and shower you with kisses, cuddles and praise with no hesitation. Even if she did get sick, it’d be worth it to her.

The nightstand would be absolutely full of clutter from all the things she brings you. Hot tea, medicine, soup… heating pads, ice packs, plushies…

If you want to move anywhere you’ll get picked up and princess carried.

She’d like to take you to the hot springs if possible. The hot water will clear your head, and she doesn’t like seeing you cooped up indoors. If not the hot springs, then a hot bath will work, but it’s difficult for her to fit in with you because she’s so tall :(

Marina

Claims she will not kiss you but kisses you anyway

Such a little shit she keeps complaining about being bored while you’re shivering in bed (but if you did the same to her while she was sick you’d never hear the end of it……..)

I don’t think she’s ever had to look over a sick person in her life. I don’t think she really gets sick either. She’s not like super healthy but she’s never been bedridden… the worst she gets are the sniffles. She has no idea what to do with you

She does all her homework in the same room as you and gets shit grades because she won’t stop talking to you and hovering over you (she already does this when you’re not sick)

Brushes your hair for you and cleans you with washcloths bc she doesn’t want you to be stinky

Karin

Kisses you because she never gets sick 😤 (she gets sick)

She has also never taken care of a sick person in her life but she’s a bit older and more knowledgeable than Marina. I also think she deals with persistent migraines and as a result she keeps her house kind of dimly lit which is really nice

A literal once in a life time miracle: she takes a single day off of work

Busybody but also kind of an asshole so she feeds you while talking about how much of a baby you are and bullying you

She’s kind of a bum who abuses ibuprofen

The first orgasm had already passed.

Daan had his fingers up your skirt on one side of the seat. On the other, Karin had grabbed your chest in her palm and was rolling it across her hand. Neither were acnowledging the other.

Your face was flushed red as the juices ran from your leg and down the barstool. His deft fingers made a lewd sound as they prodded around inside of you. The sound only spurred Karin on, who let out an exaggerated sigh of cigarette smoke, uncrossed her legs and moved her own hand downwards.

No one would notice if you stayed quiet.

There was a bit of an atmosphere going. Silhouettes passed you in the haze of hookah and jazz and sweet liqueurs. No one saw that your panties were dropped down to your ankles under the table.

“I think she likes me better than you, miss Sauer,” Daan’s body was pressed to your side. “If this is anything to go by.”

He withdrew his fingers, admiring the shiny coat of cum left on them.

“She doesn’t. You don’t know anything,” Her hands groped around blindly. “I was just letting you go first as a warm up.”

Karin flushed and then checked over her shoulder to see if anyone overheard her. She was drunk.

“You don’t even know what you’re doing.” “I do!”

She rubbed her fingers over your clit. You jumped, being already sensitive from the first time, and she wrapped her spare arm over you as if to steady you. She was not nearly as subtle. She could not hide her blushing face or stop herself from watching her fingers slide in and out. At this point, you could not have even thought to care. The waves of pleasure made you jolt every time she thrusted in you. She was harsh.

“You poor, poor thing.” Daan leaned in. “Miss Sauer is very mean, isn’t she?”

“Shut up,” She grunted. “I am not.”

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

Trying to stop yourself from moaning was sheer torture. Your legs shook. Every thrust of her fingers entered deeper than the last. Karin was breathing down your neck, shifting her thighs back and forth. Her own panties were undoubtedly soaking through the fabric. You could imagine how wet her pussy was underneath those layers, you could imagine licking it up and feel the taste on your tongue. You could feel Daan’s erection pressing into you, grinding slightly against your thigh.

You came again, quietly, with your hand over your mouth.

“See?” She grinned proudly and puffed out her chest. “She likes me better.”

“Oh no no no. You have no finesse. You can’t just ram them up there. It’s dull. You drool like a wild animal, too. This is delicate work. Not suited for hands like yours…”

You whimpered audibly as his hands pressed against you again. Karin did not pull her fingers out from inside of you.

You didn’t even get a chance to recover, before Daan continued to goad her. “Maybe you’re a virgin, miss Sauer? There’s no shame in it. If you watch me, maybe you could learn something.”

“I am not a virgin!!” She squawked. Her fingers curled inside of you, eliciting a jolt. A few heads turned your direction. Your head spun.

“Maybe if you knew anything about me, you wouldn’t make - hic - assumptions! And it’s still my turn,” She pouted. “I wasn’t done.”

“That’s no fair.” He frowned.

“You’re lucky I even let you sit with us, pretty boy! She’s mine!”

A finger, slender and pale, circled around your clit. He stroked it with the pad of his fingertip. Karin pressed against you again. Your walls stretched. You choked back a moan, your legs twitching involuntarily.

“Well I’m not moving. She’s just as much ‘mine’ as she is ‘yours.’ Isn’t that right?” Rub, rub.

Karin snorted. “I’m not moving either.”

“Then, I guess we’ll have to share.” He grinned mischeviously. “What a shame.”

Your heart pounded in your ears. You could hardly keep your bleary eyes open, but the threat of others knowing, and the soft jabber of voices behind you forced you to stay upright. If anyone had taken a closer look at that table that night, it would not take very long to notice how your body twitched and curled and shook, and your eyes fluttered and hips gyrated. The scent of sex, the stifled noises, and the intense huffing and breathing in your ears; your face beaded with sweat, brows furrowed. Then your head would lean back, one more time, and you would clamp your hand over your mouth for the final time and make a soft, sweet wail of pleasure under your breath, and their hands would withdraw.

Daan took a deep breath. “Pass me a cig, will you?”

Abella

Her ideal cuddle: just some good old fashioned spooning in bed before sleep

Both big spoon and little spoon are good for her. She’s most likely going to be taller than you (let’s be honest here) so big spoon is probably what’s going to happen.

She is a walking, talking heater. To the point where it’s difficult to cuddle in summer because she’s so warm. She will also pout and whine like crazy if she can’t cuddle.

She is very physically affectionate; she was raised in a household where she and her siblings would hug, wrestle and play roughly. It’s second nature to her. In fact she’s so affectionate that it can almost be seen as strange (poor girl not good with boundaries).

She insists upon sleeping in the same bed and won’t sleep properly if she can’t hold you like a teddy bear.

Also, she likes to play with hair and have her hair played with. If your hair is long enough she will want to brush it, run her hands through it and braid it for you. It’s one of her favorite textures in the world, nothing calms her down after a long day quite like stroking your hair and listening to your voice.

Bear hugger, will lift you off the ground with her snuggles.

Karin

Her ideal cuddle would be resting your head on her lap in the morning while she reads the paper or smokes a cig, and just running her fingers idly through your hair.

To put it lightly, she’s prickly. She’s fickle and decides when and where she wants to be touched. A lot of cuddle sessions might be cut short with excuses about having work to do.

She’s not trying to push you away. The truth is that she gets overstimulated easily. She gets shy and runs away from too much touching, and afterwards she’s in a huffy mood because she dropped the ball.

The easiest way to get cuddles is to go about it gently, and slowly, like getting a bird to land on your finger; if you sit still and be patient she will come on her own. At first it might be a side hug or a peck on the cheek. It gets easier in time.

She’s extraordinarily soft to the touch. Imagine the softest, plushest thing you’ve ever touched. Now take the relative softness of whatever you’re thinking of and double it. That is the softness of the elusive Karin Sauer. It will take years to earn the trust to touch all that.

…or, when she’s drunk, she becomes much more forward, and you’ll just find her on your lap sometimes.

Olivia

Ideal cuddle is: anything where she can see your face!

If she feels like cuddling she simply will try to put you on her wheelchair to sit on her lap. Even if you’re bigger than her. No fear at all.

If you’re small enough she will try to curl you up into a little ball to rest your head in her neck and chest. And then she’d wheel around with you like you’re a little bundle of luggage or something. (You might crane your neck in this position but it’d be worth it).

In the university that she attends there are a few small indoor gardens that are almost guaranteed to be empty on weekends. Mostly tended to by Olivia herself. It makes an ideal cuddle spot, especially when it rains and you can see the water on the sunroof.

A gentle hugger at first, but you’ll know she really trusts you once she starts giving you tight bear hugs.

Marina

She’s like a cat she will sit on your lap at every opportunity and you can’t stop her.

Sits on you and reads. Like sits on you. If you’re laying face down for any reason she will climb up on top of you and sit on your back. (This is great if you have back pains). If you’re laying on your back she sits on your chest. It’s her love language I guess. She’s not very heavy so it doesn’t hurt.

She will sometimes sing-cuddle you. If she’s drunk she will cradle you like a baby and sing to you and she thinks it’s hilarious. Whether she has a good voice is debateable. I think it’s pretty but a bit warbly.

Generally she likes all cuddling. She specifically gets more snuggly before ned

Prepare for tickle fights. Even worse if she has flesh puppetry she will use it to tickle you 😭 awful awful girl

Samarie

Please be so careful with her she’s a twig and she’s in constant pain if you’re too rough with her she could get actually hurt. Even if she begs you to sit on her lap or climb on top DONT DO IT.

She likes holding hands. She has a fascination with holding hands, it’s her deepest fantasy. Like she wants to hold hands ALL the time, even when you sleep.

She blushes very easily and sometimes gets so excited she starts shaking. You could give her a heart attack.

She’s so shy, at first she just gives you little forehead kisses or sniffs your hair. She feels so ashamed of herself, she knows she’s a total creep. She would never ever do it if you told her not to. She just…. Likes you so very much. So unbelievably much…

“You’re an idiot,” she continues studying a geography book on the town of Prehevil, an apparent need before stepping on train to visit the area, “Why would I ever provide emotional support?”

“Just for me!” you whine, loosely curling your arms around her neck, “I need the support.”

Karin finally looks up from her book, glaring at you through her lashes, “What?”

Hoping over the arm of your shared couch, you lean obnoxiously into Karin’s bubble -- resting your chin on her shoulder, “I want your attention. You’ve been staring at maps for days. I feel like a forgotten toy. You dare discard me? After all I’ve done for you…”

“I pay our electricity. And our water. No?” Karin’s tone is cold, but her grin melts straight through your bones, “I even cover our groceries. Something I’m sure we agreed you’d take over.”

“I offer emotional support in turn!”

“Did you hear that phrase recently? You’re so obsessed suddenly…”

“Just want attention,” your eyes stray from hers, down the pale slant of her neck and towards the swell of her chest, “How am I meant to hide my feelings?”

Karin laughs at your bold display of staring. Then louder when you squeeze the blanket thrown over her lap.

“I have to focus, I can’t commit any debauchery while there’s still reading light in the windows.”

“Then don’t commit the debauchery, I can do it myself,” you coo, “It’ll be like a massage. It could even ease your back pain.”

“Tempting,” she scoots forward, toward the edge of the couch so you can slip behind her. Your legs bracket her waist, and your arms come under her own before slipping under her shirt. 

“What a kind and gracious woman you are,” again, your chin finds her shoulder, hands cupping the fat of her tits. A contented sigh buzzes through your lips, the warmth of her flesh pooling into your palms. She leans back into you as you lift, attempting earnestly to relieve the terrible, consistent ache in her lower back.

Karin tilts her head against yours appreciatively. Then kissing your cheek as you grope her chest, her thighs press together tightly.

“You’re becoming a distraction…”

“How terrible,” you shrug, rolling the pads of your thumbs across her nipples. Squishing the roundness between your fingers, “Your life is so hard with me around.”

Officially abandoning her geographical studies, Karin turns and slithers her own hands up your shirt, “And I’ll do the same to you.”