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prettydaisygirl · 2 days ago
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okaaaay since now I’m obsessed with your dark!james, could u pls write one shot abt how he tries to baby trap reader? lol, maybe he has been feeling her a little bit distant, maybe she discovered something that she shouldn’t have known (nothing too serious, not one of the craziest or most extreme things james has ever done for her but something that made her feel uncomfortable idk), like they’re still together as a couple but he knooooows something is wrong, and he even has like a mental debate bc he wanted to do everything in the right order, meet her, date her, live with her, marry her and then have a family but now it seems that they only solution is to baby trap her.
nonnie i have been thinking about this request ever since you sent it. It's so funny because I was going to have him mention baby trapping her in the last one and I was like oof idk if people would think that's too far. But omgggggg thank you for requesting so I could write this!!! Hope this is what you were looking for, enjoy <3
dark!James Potter x fem!reader who gets baby-trapped ✿ 1.3k words
cw: fem!reader who can get pregnant, ummmm James is really fucked in this one, baby-trapping, manipulation/controlling behavior, James hides reader's birth control, James is a professional athlete
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The realization creeps into James’ veins like poison, slow, all-consuming, and deadly. You’re pulling away. 
It started at Remus’ birthday party, when Sirius had to get drunk and open his mouth like he always does.
“Yeah, our Prongsie is so obsessed with you.” He’d slurred and stumbled his way into you, laughing, “Ever since he saw you in the background of that picture. The one at the Banquet a few years ago!” He’d shown you the post. It was from three years ago.
Your face had stilled, smile faltering just for a second before you slipped back into the bright, happy one everyone is used to. James saw, though. He sees everything about you, every little detail.
The problem is that James hadn’t told you about that. He’s told you about the first time he saw you and fell in love, about how you were lingering by the buffet table waiting eagerly to help someone, and he took the opportunity. That was a year and a half ago. 
He’d hoped that you would forget what Sirius had mentioned, but it seems to linger. It festers deep, like a wound, slowly worsening until one day he realizes you’re pulling away from his touches and watching him like you can see the dark parts deep inside him he’s worked his entire life to keep hidden away. You’re pulling away, out of his web of control, and James is nothing if he isn’t in control.
So, he broods. He thinks and wonders and plans, brain wracking for a solution. One that keeps you close, keeps you his, even when things get rocky. 
It comes to him on a Saturday morning. He’s up before the sun, preparing for his morning weight training session, when he catches sight of your pill case. It’s on the counter, sitting next to his bottle of vitamins. He stares at it for a long time, long enough that he’s sure he’ll get to the gym late, and he slides it into his gym bag, buried underneath towels, socks, and various braces. 
It takes three days for you to notice, four for you to tell him. The first day, and the second, you don’t think about it. It’s the weekend, the two of you spending your time wrapped up together in bed, and it slips your mind. Monday, you spend hours in the kitchen, tearing it apart, checking every drawer, every cabinet, but it’s nowhere. You wrack your brain, trying to remember the last time you took it. It’s a part of your routine, but the days all blur together so you can’t remember. You worry yourself sick trying to find it.
On day four you tell James. 
He comes home from practice, sweaty with muscles trembling from overuse, and notices your strange behavior almost immediately. You look guilty, eyes avoiding his and your face downturned. He acts casual, lets you come to him. You slide into his lap after dinner, tucking yourself under his chin. He holds you close, like he always does, like you might slip away if he doesn’t.
“James…” Your voice comes in a soft whisper, anxiety evident in the tremble you have in your tone. He tugs you closer, a hand sprawling on your back. 
“‘s wrong, baby?” He asks as he presses a kiss to your temple, his free hand running through your hair. 
“I…” Your face pinches together, eyes looking down at your lap. You play with your fingers to try and disguise the shaking. “I haven’t been taking my birth control.”
James knows this, of course, but he also knows how to play his part. His mouth parts, his brows furrow, and you start to ramble excuses before he can even ask you any further questions.
“I didn’t mean to stop it! I wouldn’t do that to you, I just- it’s not on the counter where I left it, so I didn’t remember, and I’ve looked everywhere for it but I can’t remember the last time I took it, so-”
“Baby, calm down…” James’ hands move to cup your face, a look of reassurance and gentleness reflected in his eyes. You’ve played right into his hand. “It’s okay, yeah? We’ll look for it, and if we can’t find it, we’ll make a doctor’s appointment to get more, okay?”
“Okay…” You say, looking down. You tug at your fingers, biting your lip. “I don’t… Want you to think that I did it on purpose. Like- like I’m trying to trap you or something…”
James smiles at you, finding the idea of you doing something like that ridiculous. How ironic. 
“I know, love,” He pulls you close and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth this time. “You wouldn’t do that. You don’t have a malicious bone in your body, do you?”
“I promise I didn’t do it on purpose.” You whisper, tone quivering like you’re hanging on by a thread.
“I know,” He says again, and he presses another kiss to your cheek. He does know, he knows even more than you do.
“What if I’m already pregnant?” You ask quietly, voice low like you’re worried you’ve disappointed him, failed the both of you.
“Then we’ll figure that out too, huh? Together.”
You don’t find the pills when you search the kitchen again, obviously. James hugs you tightly when you cry, whispering reassurances in your ear that everything is going to be okay. He tells you that he is going to take care of you. You don’t know what he really means, not yet. 
Your appointment with the doctor isn’t until several weeks later. James takes full advantage of that time, having his way with you anywhere and everywhere he can, really wanting to make sure it sticks. 
He sees the signs before you do, even before the doctor’s appointment. You practically fall asleep on him while watching TV in the evenings, and you complain about your breasts being sensitive when he touches them. James dotes on you, and you relish in it despite not having put the pieces of the puzzle together yet. It seems James has already solved the problem of you pulling away, the baby will just be the cherry on top. A permanent tie to him. 
“Well, I don’t think you’ll be needing that birth control.” The doctor tells you with a smile when she walks back into the exam room. James beams victoriously when she says, “You’re pregnant! Congratulations!”
“Thank you.” You say shakily, glancing at James with worry and anxiety present all over your face. He swoops in as the hero, the one who is always there to save you.
“It’s okay, love, it’s actually wonderful.” He coos into your ear, hugging you tight to his chest. “It’s sooner than we wanted but that’s alright.”
“I’m sorry,” You whisper through tears, blaming yourself. James allows it, though he hates that you think he’d be upset with you. Especially about this.
“Shh, hey, look at me,” He cradles your face, wiping away the tears from underneath your glossy eyes. “I’m happy. This… is a blessing. Well be okay, yeah?”
“Yeah,” You whisper shakily, sniffle, then repeat it again with a little more determination. “Yeah.” 
“I’ll be here for you every step of the way, okay? Forever.” He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, unable to stop himself from smiling. “I’m so happy, baby.”
There’s a long silence. You hug James back, the soft whirring of the office space audible in the quiet. When you answer, it’s low and uncertain. Shaky in a way that reveals your worry.
“Me too.” 
James pulls you even closer, the paper of the exam table crinkling as you shift. He’ll be your rock, something solid for you to hold on to. That’s what he wants. He’s going to keep you here, in his arms, forever.
No matter what it takes. 
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runningincircl3s · 1 day ago
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chapter warnings: nsfw!! i kinda added the smut scene to make this chapter longer lmao, i wrote it on my phone and it feels pretty short and i'm not too happy with it, but the next chapter is (hopefully) gonna be better!! <3
YAYY SINEMATIC POSTS ARE BACK!! right now i have no idea when i have time to write and edit posts, so i've updated my posting schedule to match that lmao. i still want to write and post them weekly/ every other week though! :)
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The night air was cool, the street was practically empty as the group wandered back from their late night diner run, the odd car passed every few minutes but other than that, it was just them.
Ricky scrolled on his phone, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket as he walked. His thumb hovered over the screen… then suddenly, he froze.
His brows pinched together in confusion, mouth parting slightly as his eyes traced over the new message popping up at the top of his phone. He immediately tapped on it. 
Chenzo Whore-o: Man, I fucked up bringing y/n. I can't deal with her shit anymore. You think we can convince her to go home?
Ricky stopped dead in his tracks, the rest of the group carried on ahead, oblivious. 
“What the fuck…?” Rick muttered under his breath, this didn’t make sense…
Ryan, noticing Ricky lagging behind, slowed his pace and glanced over. 
“What?” His tone was casual at first, but it shifted the second he saw the look on Ricky’s face. “Dude, what is it?”
Wordlessly, Ricky turned the phone, showing him the message.
Ryan’s eyes darted across the screen as he read the message once, then twice, confusion flashing over his face. His frown deepened as the words settled in.
“The fuck? That doesn’t… that doesn’t sound right,” Ryan muttered, his eyes still locked on the screen. He read it again, slower this time. “He was literally fine with her like, twenty minutes ago.”
Before Ricky could respond, Ryan’s phone buzzed in his hand. The notification popped up on his lockscreen.
Vin: I’ve been trying to push y/n away all day but it’s not working. She won’t take the fucking hint. Think you can talk to her for me?
Hesitantly, Ryan read out his message. Both of them staring at each other in confusion, stood frozen on the sidewalk as Justin, Angela, and Chris carried on ahead, laughing softly amongst themselves, oblivious to what was going on behind them.
Ricky shook his head slowly, a cold weight sinking into his stomach. 
“This doesn’t make sense,” he murmured, sliding his phone into his pocket with a frustrated exhale. “Earlier, he was doing everything to win her back, since Ruby got into her head. The whole fucking day it’s been him looking at her like a lost puppy.”
“Maybe they fought?” Ryan offered weakly, but even he didn’t sound convinced. His shoulders tensed, phone still in his hand. “Something must’ve gone down after we left.”
Ricky nodded slightly as he thought, eyes narrowing. His mind replayed every interaction from earlier, every stolen glance, every moment he could think of between you and Vinny.
“But even the texts,” Ricky pointed out, his voice growing more certain, more suspicious now. “Look at them… Vin doesn’t text like this. Full stops? Commas? That motherfucker barely spells shit right.”
Ryan’s mouth twisted, his frown deepening as he scrolled through the message again, his stomach churning.
“So what? You think y/n got ahold of his phone and sent these? Because… Ruby’s on the other bus, and they were supposed to leave when we went to eat, that’s why we didn’t invite them.”
Ricky ran a hand through his messy hair, his expression conflicted, the city lights catching the anxious crease between his brows.
“So, what, you think he actually feels that way?” Ricky asked, voice full of frustration. “That he regrets bringing her? That he’s been trying to push her away this whole time?”
Ryan hesitated, his throat tightening as uncertainty gnawed at him. His mind flashed to Vin’s face, the nervous glances, the quiet smiles, the tension that always lingered when you were nearby.
“I dunno, man…” Ryan admitted, shrugging, but his posture was still stiff with unease. “Vin doesn’t even know how he feels half the time.” He exhaled sharply, glancing ahead toward the bus parked down the block. “But this is weird. Even for him.”
They both stood there in silence, the streetlight flickering slightly overhead, casting them in a warm glow. Neither of them could stop thinking about the texts, and whether there was any truth behind them at all. 
And if this was just the first day of tour, what would be going down by the end of the week?
“We’ve gotta be quick.” Vin whispered, panting already as he kissed your inner thighs, having just given you an orgasm with nothing but his mouth, your slick still coating his chin. “Don’t know how long they’ll be.” 
You nodded, and Vin rose back to his feet, his hands on your waist as he kisses your lips, giving you a taste of yourself. 
He backs you up to the table, letting you gently lie back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you, your lips not leaving his as he reached between the two of you to line himself up. The moment you felt the head of his cock run through your folds, your whole body shivered and you whimpered against his lips, your eyes screwing shut. 
“Such pretty noises,” he teased, a smirk creeping up on his face, “There’s nobody about, baby, you can be as loud as you need.”
Your lips parted, ready with some snarky reply, but it melted into a gasp as he pushed in, the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance before sinking deep, the stretch dizzying and oh so perfect. Your hips bucked instinctively, your back arching off the table as he bottomed out, filling you completely.
“Fuck.” Vin groaned low in his throat, his head dropping to your shoulder as he held still for a second, savouring the way you clenched around him, so wet and so warm.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, a needy whimper slipping from your lips. His cock twitched inside you, and his hand snuck between your bodies, thumb circling your swollen clit without mercy.
“Vin…” Your voice broke into a moan, hips rocking up to meet his again, desperate for friction, for more.
“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your ear, his hips pulling back before slamming into you hard enough to rattle the table beneath you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
The slick sounds of your bodies filled the cramped space, the faint creak of the table, your breathless moans echoing off the walls of the bus. His pace quickened, sharp, rough thrusts hitting deep, the head of his cock dragging against your sweetest spot with every stroke, his thumb still teasing on your clit.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him closer as your walls fluttered around him, the pressure building fast again, unbearable after how sensitive you already were.
“Gonna cum again for me, baby?” He rasped, his voice strained as he slammed into you harder, his free hand sliding up to your throat. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes dark, feral with need. 
You nodded frantically, the words stuck in your throat, your whole body shaking as the heat built low in your belly, and you knew you were close. 
“Then be loud for me,” Vin hissed, driving into you rougher now, each thrust making your tits bounce, “Wanna hear those pretty sounds when I make you cum…”
His thumb pressed harder, circling your clit fast and tight, and it sent you over the edge. Your walls pulsed around him as you cried out, your vision going a little blurred, thighs trembling as your orgasm washed through you, soaking his cock.
Vin cursed under his breath, hips stuttering as you milked him, his cock twitching inside you before he buried himself deep, his release spilling into you with a low, guttural moan, his grip tightening on your waist.
For a few breathless seconds, neither of you moved, his forehead resting against yours, his cock still buried inside your pulsing cunt, both of you panting, skin slick with sweat.
He pulled out, your slick and his cum dripping down your thighs, your panties still discarded somewhere on the floor, but he only tucked himself away, back into his boxers as he grabbed your hips to steady you as you slid off the table, wobbly and completely spent.
“Be right back.” Vin said with a soft smile, kissing your cheek before wandering off towards the bunks, and came back moments later with a warm cloth and your pajamas. Softly, he cleaned you up, and then helped you get dressed. 
You let out a happy, content sigh as Vin's hands moved over your skin, helping you pull up your sleep shorts. You were still catching your breath, waiting for your heart to calm down, and you already felt a little sore.
Vin was walking around the bus in just his pair of Calvin Kleins, not really caring that the others could be back any minute now. You stood against the doorway of the bunks, just by the kitchen area, watching him pick up the clothes you had torn off of each other.
But then he froze, mid-bend, and turned to you. 
“Did I… No. But- Surely-“
“What?” You asked, your brows furrowing as you saw his face screw in confusion. 
“My phone. I thought I brought it in.”
“Is it not in your pocket?” 
He picked up the shorts he had just been wearing moments before, patting them down and shaking his head. 
“No… it’s not in there,” Vinny muttered, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes scanning the cluttered floor of the bus in frustration.
Your heart started to race for an entirely different reason now, unease creeping up your spine.
“Did you leave it outside?” You asked carefully. 
Vinny paused, eyes widening slightly as realisation clicked into place.
“Fuck,” he breathed, quickly stepping toward the door. Still in just his boxers. “Yeah… yeah, I think I left it out there, where we were sat.”
You followed him, peeking your head out of the bus door as he jogged the short distance to the low brick wall. There, sitting right where he’d carelessly left it earlier, was his phone.
Vinny snatched it up, letting out a relieved exhale as he turned it over, the screen lighting up beneath his thumb.
“All good?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Yeah, yeah… guess I was too busy rocking your world to notice.” He teased with a crooked grin, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he strode back onto the bus.
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the grin pulling at your lips as he set his phone down on the little table near the kitchen, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for one last, lingering kiss.
The warmth of his mouth on yours made your pulse race again, but just as you curled your fingertips into his waistband, footsteps crunched on the gravel outside.
“Shit,” Vin whispered, laughing softly against your lips, his eyes still shut. “I think they’re back.”
You groaned, resting your forehead to his chest. 
“Of course they are…”
Vinny nudged your chin gently, brushing another quick kiss to your temple. 
“You look tired,” he said softly, the teasing fading into concern. “Go crawl into the bunk, try to get some sleep. I’ll tidy up the rest of the mess.” He motioned to your discarded bra and panties, along with his hoodie and pants. 
You hesitated, but exhaustion was creeping up on you, so you nodded, slipping down the narrow aisle to the bunk area. You got in and drew the curtain closed, laying on your back with a long sigh. 
Moments later, the bus door creaked open and the others filed in, still having their own conversations, but pausing to greet Vin. 
But as Rick walked in, his brows immediately pinched together in confusion. Ryan elbowed him subtly, whispering under his breath.
“He’s got his phone…”
Ricky swallowed hard, noticing how Vin’s phone was in his hands, scrolling through completely unbothered. If Vinny had his phone this whole time… that meant he’d sent those texts.
Right?
Ricky’s stomach turned with unease, his earlier doubts gnawing at him again. Something sure wasn’t adding up.
Ryan frowned, watching Vin with narrowed eyes.
“Guess they didn’t work it out after all…” Ryan muttered under his breath, with a casual shrug. 
Before either of them could ask Vinny anything, he suddenly stood, stretching his arms overhead with a lazy groan.
“Gonna get some rest,” Vin mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he slipped past Ricky and Ryan, barely sparing them a glance. “Wake me before load in. Or don’t... I’d rather you didn’t.”
The two exchanged a look, brows knitted, neither entirely sure what to believe.
The next day…
Cases were scattered across the stage as everyone got set up for tonight, cables snaked across the room, people were barking orders left right and centre. You stood just by the side of the stage, arms crossed loosely over your chest, watching Vin.
He was by the drum riser, assembling his kit with his drum tech, his curls falling into his eyes as he fixed the snare. His sleeves were rolled up, his forearms flexing as he adjusted something. You couldn’t help but stare…
God, he looked so good when he was in his element.
You found yourself hovering near him, not wanting to interrupt, but also craving his company. You’ve hardly had a chance to talk to him since waking up this morning. 
Vin glanced up briefly, his eyes softening the moment they caught yours. A small grin tugged at his lips.
But before you could inch closer, a voice cut through the din.
“Hey, y/n, c’mere a sec!” Ricky called from across the stage, waving a hand as he approached.
You hesitated, shooting Vin a quick, questioning glance, but he just gave a half shrug, focusing back on his drums. 
Ricky’s hand gently curled around your wrist when you got close, tugging you off to the side where a stack of merch boxes sat waiting.
“Can you help me take these to the front?” He asked casually, though his eyes were darting over your shoulder toward Vin who had now been joined by Ryan, who gave Rick a quick nod. 
You frowned slightly, but grabbed one of the boxes, and followed his lead. As you both sat them down at the merch desk, your curiosity got the better of you.
“Is everything okay, Rick?” You asked, trying to sound casual.
Ricky shrugged, though his jaw was tight.
“Yes! Why wouldn’t it be..?”
Your eyes narrowed.
“You’ve been acting a little weird all morning. You and Ryan…”
Ricky laughed softly, though it seemed forced, strained, as he stacked the last box and turned to face you properly.
“Weird? No… I think you’re just tired,” he deflected, ruffling your hair lightly in that same older brother way he always did, though the easy warmth wasn’t there this time. “It was the first show, late night and all, right?”
Your stomach twisted slightly, but you forced a smile, brushing it off. Maybe you were tired… Maybe you were reading too much into it.
The rest of the morning passed a little too quick. You kept trying to catch Vin alone, but he was always occupied. Either Ryan had him deep in some random overcomplicated discussion, or Rick needed him for something. You were beginning to get a little suspicious. 
By the time lunch rolled around, you were exhausted and fed up, craving nothing more than a moment with Vinny away from everyone else. Just the two of you. Just to talk to him, just to be in his company.  
Finally, you spotted him! Backstage, sat down on the couch, scrolling on his phone.
You made a beeline for him, ready to slide into that small safe space beside him.
But before you could get there…
“Hey, Vin!” Ricky suddenly appeared out of nowhere, casually plopping himself down right where you’d been headed, legs spread, arm slung across the back of the couch like he’d been sitting there all along.
Your steps faltered, irritation sparking within. 
With no other choice, you dropped onto the other couch beside Ryan instead, a little too hard, crossing your arms over your chest.
Ryan glanced over, eyebrows raised, before his expression softened slightly.
“You okay?” He asked, tone gentle, but there was something a little off about it. 
“Yeah. I’m fine.” You muttered, your eyes finding Vin, who was now quietly talking to Ricky, brows pinched in subtle frustration. 
Ryan exhaled, his voice dropping as he leaned in a little closer.
“It’s gotta be stressful… all this,” he said vaguely, gesturing toward the room. “I mean… nobody would blame you if you wanted to head home for a bit.”
Your stomach dropped. Your head snapped to face him, confused, defensive all at once.
“Wait what? Why would I… do you not want me here? Is this why you’ve been so weird around me today?”
Ryan’s mouth opened slightly, like he hadn’t expected you to confront it so directly.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gazed toward Ricky, who was already going wide eyed and red in the face, unsure what to do or say. 
You stared between them, your heart pounding, confused wasn’t even the word for it anymore. 
“What the hell is going on with you two?” You demanded, you didn’t shout, but your voice was sharp. Making the two of them look down at the floor awkwardly, like scolded school boys. 
But still, neither of them answered.
With a dramatic sigh, you got up and left without another word…
None of them chased you, but it wasn’t like you expected them to. Today was just messing with your head, and it was only 3pm.
You sat down on the concrete step just outside the back doors, where you had been earlier when the guys loaded in. You pulled your knees up slightly, letting your arms rest across them. You ran a hand through your hair, head falling forward, just trying to breathe. 
Then, the sound of footsteps approached. 
You didn’t even look up.
“Hey.. are you okay?” A voice asked, syrupy sweet and laced with false concern.
You lifted your head slowly to see Ruby. She was dressed down in black leggings and a black tank top, no make up on today, clearly she was mid-rehearsal, her hair tied back, slight sheen of sweat at her temples, but it hurt your heart how despite how evil she could be, she was still pretty. 
“Why do you care?” You asked flatly, not bothering to mask your exhaustion or your suspicion.
Ruby smiled softly, almost too softly- it didn’t look natural. She dropped onto the step beside you, far too close for comfort, stretching her legs out casually.
“Because,” she shrugged, “I got a few texts from Vin last night. Just wondering if they had anything to do with this little storm cloud hanging over you.”
Your stomach turned at the way she said his name. 
“What are you talking about?” You tried to keep your face neutral, despite the feelings inside you. 
Ruby didn’t answer right away. Instead, she fished her phone from her pocket, thumbs tapping at the screen before she angled it toward you.
Vinny’s name was right there at the top of the chat. 
“I can’t keep this act up anymore.”
“I don’t feel the same way, but I don’t know how to tell her.”
“I made a mistake. You’re the only one who really gets me. You always have.”
The breath left your lungs, the world narrowing to just that screen for a moment, the words spinning in your head.
“No…” You shook your head quickly, eyes wide. “He wouldn’t say that.”
Ruby tilted her head, her lashes fluttering as she smiled that carefully rehearsed smile.
“Oh? Maybe ask Ricky and Ryan, then.” She shrugged. “I’m guessing they didn’t tell you he texted them too? They showed me their messages this morning…”
Your throat tightened. Panic clawed its way higher.
You tore your gaze from the phone, standing quickly, pointing a finger at her. 
“You’re lying.”
Ruby didn’t flinch, didn’t argue. She simply smiled again, slow, and infuriatingly calm.
“Ask them, honey.”
With that, she rose to her feet, sauntering back towards the other girls without so much as another glance in your direction.
Your pulse was racing, heart hammering behind your ribs as you stormed back inside the building, searching the rooms until you found him alone walking through the hallway. 
“Richard,” you snapped as you followed behind him, making him jolt upright in shock, “What the fuck’s going on? Ruby just showed me some texts from Vin, she said you and Ryan got some too?! What the hell is happening?”
Ricky’s face immediately darkened, he swallowed hard, his mouth hanging open as he tried to find the words to explain. 
“Yeah…” Ricky muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “We got one. But… We don’t know if it was really him.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, your tone a little softer. 
“Look,” Ricky sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket. He scrolled quickly and handed it over to you. “Read how he texts normally… then look at this one.”
Your brows furrowed as you scanned the messages. Everything before the last text was sloppy, lowercase, no punctuation, classic Vin. But the one last night? Full stops. Commas. It looked wrong…
It couldn’t possibly be him.
“But none of it makes sense because… He was sitting with his phone in his hands when we all came back last night.” Ricky’s voice lowered. “If he had it the whole time… it had to be him, right?”
Your breath caught, a puzzle piece sliding into place.
“No.” You shook your head firmly. “He didn’t have his phone the whole time... He lost it.”
Ricky frowned, confusion crossing his features.
“He… he found it outside,” you explained, pulse quickening. “After we- after everything. He found it sitting on the wall outside the bus.”
Realisation dawned across Ricky’s expression like a cold shadow.
“Shit…”
“Yeah,” you whispered, your heart pounding with dread. “Someone else had his phone…”
“And if someone else sent those texts… what else could they have done?”
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ehhh i don't like this chapter :( i know exactly where i want this story to go but i'm kinda scared i'm rushing it
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powderpinkprincess · 2 days ago
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Safe Haven - two [Carlos Sainz & daughter!OC]
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Carlos Sainz never expected to become a single dad, but when three-year-old Isa is suddenly left in his care, he’s forced to face the truth about what she’s been through… And what kind of father he’s willing to become. A story about family, healing, and learning to parent in the fast lane. find the list of chapters here
Isabel turned three by the time the legal tension was handled. Carlos told Vivian there would be no court involvement as long as she stuck to the agreement – FaceTime twice a week, a weekend a month, no excuses. Carlos didn't expect much, just consistency. But then, out of nowhere, Vivian asked him to take Isa for three weeks while she went on holiday with her new boyfriend. It was the first time she’d ever offered something like that, and Carlos, on summer break, missing his daughter, agreed without hesitation.
Vivian assured him he wouldn’t need to arrange pickup; she’d handle everything. So, Carlos waited at the airport, expecting her and Isa to walk out together. Instead, to his shock, a flight attendant walked out holding the hand of his three-year-old daughter. Vivian hadn’t even come. She'd put Isa on the plane alone, escorted by staff, without warning Carlos. He wasn’t even sure how she had done that, if that was even legal. Isa looked overwhelmed, dragging her little backpack behind her, eyes searching the crowd — until she saw Carlos and ran to him, clutching his legs like the world had gone sideways. He knelt down and hugged her tightly, his heart thundering with disbelief and fury. Vivian knew he had easy access to a private jet. He could have picked her up so easily. What was the reason behind sending a three-year-old child alone when there was a convenient option like that?
Carlos sent Vivian a message that Isa had arrived safely, but next time, he would gladly pick her up if Vivian couldn’t take her. He got no reply.
The first three days passed alright. Isa had her own room that she was familiar with. She had toys there, but she even brought a few of her favourites in her backpack. She was a little more silent than Carlos was used to, but he thought it was because they had barely any contact for two months. She loved drawing, and she kept drawing the living room of her home again and again, sometimes empty, sometimes with faceless people sleeping on the couch. When Carlos asked her about those people, she hadn’t said anything, so Carlos assumed they must have had a sleepover not so long ago.
The first warning sign came at dinnertime on the third night. Carlos thought they were settling into a rhythm. Isa had been quiet but cooperative during the day. She helped water the plants, coloured beside him while he answered emails, and even laughed once when he accidentally spilled juice on himself. She had a favourite bunny plushie that Carlos had never seen before, and dragged it everywhere with her, even when she seemed more at peace. But at dinner, it all cracked open.
It started small — Isa poking at her food with a frown, then whining softly about not wanting pasta. Carlos gently coaxed her, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on, princesa, you helped pick the sauce.” But then she burst into tears out of nowhere, sobbing hard and loud, pushing the plate away with both hands.
“I want the crackers,” she wailed. “The animal crackers! From home!”
Carlos blinked, startled. “The animal crackers? I know you love those, but you remember that they’re not in the shops here, right? They’re British, babygirl.”
Isa kicked back her chair with force, slumping onto the cold tiles. Her fists were clenched, her face flushed red as she screamed. “I want the animal crackers!”
Carlos crouched down by her side, reaching out to hold her, thinking she was just homesick. It had happened a few times before, and Carlos knew cuddles always calmed her.
But not this time.
Isa barely even noticed her. She didn’t let herself be held. She kicked at Carlos, trashing against him as he tried to pull her into his lap. Carlos had never seen Isa like this, not even close, and it sent a cold fear down his spine. He held her tighter despite her wriggling, whispering Spanish words of comfort, heart pounding. This didn’t sound like homesickness. It was a storm. A raw, choking panic. A tiny girl desperately trying to reclaim a piece of control.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally collapsed into his chest, hiccuping and exhausted. Carlos stroked her hair, shaken. He knew from articles and random Instagram pages he followed that children often let loose when they were feeling safe, yet this didn’t feel like Isa was feeling safe by his side at all.
She didn’t want her pasta, but Carlos managed to feed her a sandwich instead.
After that, he drew her a bubble bath. Isa was still a little cranky when Carlos helped her into the warm water, but as she ran her fingers through the thick foam, a tiny smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
Carlos smiled as well. “You want your mermaid toys?”
She nodded, so Carlos got up and gently poured a small container of mermaids and sea animals into the water. Isa immediately grabbed the purple-haired mermaid – her favourite. She played in silence for a while, deep in her thoughts. Then she looked up at him, watching his face as if she were trying to puzzle out something.
 “¿Qué pasa, cariño?” he asked, reaching out for a green little fish.
 “Do you drink?”
Carlos paused, brow furrowing. He wasn’t sure what Isa was referring to. “Drink?” he echoed, distracted. “You mean water or juice? Or… Alcohol?”
 “Not alcohol,” she shook her head. “Wine.”
He blinked. “Wine is alcohol, cariño.”
She shook her head again. “Mommy says it’s grape juice, but for grown-ups.”
 “Why are you asking?” Carlos leaned back a little.
 “Cause Mommy does,” Isa shrugged. Then she dipped the mermaid underwater again. “Mermaids can’t drown.”
 “They can’t,” Carlos hummed in agreement. There was a tiny frown on her face, so he decided to follow her previous trail of thoughts. “I guess your Mommy had a free night, didn’t she? Did you guys have a house party?”
Isa shook her head silently.
Carlos’s expression started to match her frown. This didn’t sound like a huge deal, yet it seemed to bother Isa a bit. It might have intimidated her a little, Carlos thought. “When did you see Mommy drink wine?”
Isa didn’t answer that. “There is also the spicy water. It looks like water, but it’s spicy and smells bad. Papá, do you think mermaids go to school?”
They started talking about mermaids then, until the water cooled down.
After he helped to brush her teeth, they settled on the carpet in her room to play with the dollhouse before she went to bed.
Isa was sitting cross-legged on the floor in her pyjamas, hunched over her dollhouse with the kind of intense concentration only a three-year-old could manage. Carlos lay on his side beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her tiny fingers move the plastic family around their miniature kitchen. “And now,” Isa said, her voice high and sing-songy, “the mommy goes out with Nick, and the baby stays at home alone, so the baby cries and goes to bed hungry.”
Carlos blinked. “Wait— Qué?”
Isa didn’t even look at him. She shifted the dolls around again. “Then the mommy comes back and she’s giggly, and drinks her juice, and sleeps on the couch with Nick.”
Carlos sat up straighter, his stomach clenching in unease. Nick was Vivian’s new partner. What was Isa even babbling about? How could she make up something like this? Then he remembered Isa’s drawings from the past three days, and a frown fell on his face.
The mommy sleeps on the couch with Nick.
Isa has been drawing those strange, faceless people sleeping on the couch for three days. And the giggly mommy who drinks juice? Like… The juice she was talking about in the bathtub?
Carlos shifted closer. “What kind of juice is the mommy drinking, Isa?” he asked carefully, trying to keep his voice soft.
 “You know, the juice from grapes,” she said. “That’s what Mami says. She takes it from the grown-up cupboard.” She glanced at him, then back at the dollhouse. “She says I can’t have any.”
Carlos swallowed hard. He didn’t want to draw conclusions, but so far, this didn’t sound like a one-time occasion like he first thought.
 “And why is the baby hungry?” Carlos asked, facing the dollhouse himself. Isa reached out for the small figure, and for a minute, she didn’t say anything. “How about we feed the baby?” Carlos asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
Isa shrugged. “The baby can eat the animal crackers because the mommy is asleep until the sun comes up.”
The animal crackers. Carlos didn’t have a good feeling about any of this. Not at all. Not after the meltdown he witnessed over those crackers just an hour ago.
 “And what happens when you’re hungry?” Carlos asked, trying to sound casual.
Isa dropped the dolls as if Carlos had blown all her will to play by his question. She picked up a plastic dog instead. “I eat animal crackers. Sometimes Mommy just forgets.”
Carlos’s jaw tightened, but he forced himself to stay still. Breathe. Don't alarm her. Don't push. Isa was three. Kids her age made things up—but they also told the truth in roundabout ways that sounded like fiction to adults. He had to listen.
“Does that happen a lot?” he asked gently. “Mommy forgetting?”
Isa scratched the plastic dog’s ear with her thumb, not meeting his eyes. “Only when she’s sleepy on the couch after her juice. Or when she and Nick go out.”
Carlos blinked slowly. Juice from grapes. Nick. Couch. Going out…?
His stomach flipped, and not in the way it did before a race. This was heavier. Uglier.
He looked around the room. Her little socks were tossed by the bookshelf, her bedtime book still open on the couch, and there was an empty cup of warm chocolate milk he'd given her earlier. Everything he tried to do to create normalcy. To build something soft and safe. And still… This was what she carried. This was what she put into her playing.
Isa was now making the dog bark softly. “The dog says 'wake up, wake up', but nobody listens.”
Carlos didn’t realize how tight his fists were until his knuckles ached. He didn’t want to ask more. He didn’t want to know more. But he had to. For her.
 “Who is with you when they go out?”
 “No one.”
Carlos blinked. “No one?” he repeated, his voice thinner than he meant it to be.
Isa’s small fingers fidgeted with the edge of his t-shirt. “I stay home. With my soft bunny.”
He couldn’t breathe. Not properly. There was a ringing in his ears, like he was underwater. He stared into her deep brown eyes, and he felt sick. Actually, physically sick. His hands trembled. He tucked her closer to sit on his lap, as if by holding her tight enough, he could rewind time and take every single one of those nights away from her.
“Isa,” he said, voice breaking despite himself. “You shouldn’t ever be alone at home. Not ever, mi amor. Not even for a minute.”
“But Mommy says I’m a big girl now,” Isa whispered. “And she gives me a cookie sometimes if I don’t cry.”
Carlos shut his eyes. His stomach turned. A cookie. A reward for not crying. For staying alone in a flat while her mother and some man went out for the night.
This wasn’t confusion anymore. This was neglect.
And maybe he had been trying to be diplomatic. Maybe he’d told himself Isa needed both parents. Maybe he’d wanted to believe that despite Vivian’s recklessness, Isa was still safe in her hands.
But this? This was too far.
Isa yawned between his arms. The dog dropped from her fingers and rolled across the floor.
And as he rocked her gently, his mind churned. He’d been so careful not to start a war with Vivian. Not legally, not emotionally. But this wasn’t about custody schedules anymore. This was about hunger and neglect and alcohol. This was about Isa’s safety, both inside and outside. Her meltdown over the animal crackers at dinner suddenly made so much sense now. That wasn’t just about trying to find control, it was a cry for help.
Carlos kissed the top of her head, his throat tight.
He will put Isa to bed and call his lawyer. This couldn’t wait.
chapter three
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thechildofshadows · 14 hours ago
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I WISH I WAS SPECIAL
Avery Grambs x Jameson Hawthorne - 1.9k
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bear with me, this WIP has been in my drafts since March and I'm finally putting it out, because its existence is blocking any and all creative flow I had. (The title is from Creep by Radiohead!) if you saw this before on ao3, no you didn't, but it's okay, you can read it again. So we never actually saw how Avery told Jameson that Eve existed. So ... here's a fic. TRIGGER WARNING- EVE MENTIONS but she's not actually present with dialogue. And after this, they go and invent their little code phrase for trauma dumping. happy reading!
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2:32 am. No new notifications.
Avery flopped back onto the pillow. It was 2am. Her thoughts had plagued her since she’d gone to bed three hours ago, and had no intention of stopping.
Hawthorne House was eerily quiet that day, and Avery was usually asleep or distracted at this time, but tonight she was neither, and she was completely lost on what to do.
She considered leaving her room for Libby’s, but decided otherwise. She still had no idea where Nash slept. God forbid she interrupt romance. Libby's not-a-relationship was progressing quickly enough. 
Jameson had been out for the last month, looking at potential colleges in other parts of the US and Europe. He'd told Avery he was planning to take a gap year, but he'd wanted to see what the world had to offer.
They'd video called every day in the dead of the night.
Jameson had returned to Hawthorne House earlier that day, but at the time, Avery was at a lunch with potential investors, and hadn't been able to see him come home. When she came back two hours later, Xander told her that Jameson fell asleep as soon as he'd gotten back. 
Avery didn't think he'd wake up for a while; jet lag hit hard, especially when you haven't consistently been in one time zone for three days, which was why she made the decision to go to the roof.
She'd spent a few days in the last month quietly staring at the sky on the roof, and found that she quite liked it.
With Jameson back, it was almost guaranteed she wouldn't have the roof to herself. It was where she'd met him, and it was the place she was most likely to find him. It had been his daily haunt first.
If he'd stayed asleep, she would get the night sky and fresh air to herself. If he'd woken up and gone upstairs, Avery would see him.
Definitely a win-win situation.
Which was how Avery found her half-asleep self climbing up multiple staircases and going through passages to stare at a very tall ladder, leading to a hatch in the ceiling. Avery tucked her blanket over her shoulders and climbed the distance. She pushed on the hatch, and reached out to touch the roof, tossing the blanket a few feet away. She pulled herself up, arms straining slightly with the effort, and -
“Steady, Heiress.” A hand reached out, and Avery gratefully accepted it. Jameson helped her out and kicked the door closed.
The first thing Avery noticed was that Jameson was very shirtless, and had very toned abs. Europe had definitely treated him well; he was perfectly tanned and had gained a bit more muscle.
The second thing she noticed was how cold it was, and she turned to find Jameson picking up the blanket she’d brought.
“Thanks for blanket delivery.” he said, running a hand across the soft fabric. “I like this one.”
Avery rolled her eyes, but there was only amusement behind it. “In your dreams, Hawthorne.”
She made to take the blanket from him, but he raised it up above her reach. “Oh no, this is mine now.”
His eyes glinted with mischief, challenging her to try again, and she grinned back in kind.
Rather than making another grab at the blanket, Avery hooked her arms around his neck. His eyes widened, just a little, but enough for Avery to take advantage of.
“You asked for it.” she said, before meeting his lips with hers.
The month apart had sent Avery back to square one. Everything Jameson did with his hands, lips, body felt new. One hand made its way into her hair, gently pulling her head backwards. The other held onto her hip, as she arched her back.
They broke apart, panting, and he rested his forehead against hers. “Hey.”
Avery slowly blinked. “Hi.”
“Long time no see.”
“One could say that.” Avery reached down, and picked up the discarded blanket. “I’ll be taking that back.”
Jameson gave her a trademark Hawthorne smirk, and she felt a tingle go down her spine. “Whatever you say, Heiress.” He sat down on the roof, legs dangling off the edge, and patted on the area next to him, prompting her to sit with him.
Avery sat to his right. She gave him one half of the blanket, and he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. As she nestled into his side, Avery wondered why she brought a blanket in the first place. Jameson had always run warm, and summer nights in Texas had never exactly been cold.
“Not that I’m not glad to see you, but you’re not exactly a regular visitor here, Heiress.” he said.
“It’s peaceful here,” she said. “Or it was-in the last month.”
He winked. “Never a dull moment with a Hawthorne around.”
Avery had to agree. She’d experienced some of the best moments of her life, she realized. 
But also some of the worst.
Jameson caught her mood change. “What’s wrong?” 
“Nothing.”
“And you’re up so late because …?”
“You’re up late.”
“I was in Europe, and I got my eight hours of sleep today. You didn’t do either.”
She shrugged, looking down at the gardens of Hawthorne House. “Couldn’t sleep.” She could feel his eyes trained on her, but she stubbornly kept her head down. 
“Nightmares?” He asked.
Avery shook her head. “Thoughts.”
Jameson didn’t respond, but his presence said what his words did, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Toby Hawthorne had a daughter.” she blurted out.
She felt Jameson’s body stiffen. “The DNA test-“
“It was right. It’s not me. Her name is Evelyn, but she goes by Eve.”
Jameson gave a small laugh. “It’s a palindrome.”
“She picked it for herself.”
He hummed in response, then took a look down at Avery. “There’s more.”
She swallowed. “There is.”
When she didn’t respond, he shook his head and sighed. Jameson removed the blanket and tucked it around her. The sudden loss of heat made her burrow further into the blanket. He moved his body to face her, straddling the ledge of the roof. Avery crossed her legs beneath her and turned, staring at her hands on her lap.
“Don’t keep secrets from me, Heiress.”
“Like you don’t, all the time?” She glared. “I can’t be vulnerable to a bank vault.”
He was quiet for some time, and Avery wondered if he’d finally given up. Just as she was about to get up, he responded, almost too quietly for her to hear. “Then we do it together.”
What? She looked up in surprise.
Jameson’s poker face was intact as ever, but she could sense a hint of excitement through his eyes and voice. “The thing about bank vaults is that they can be broken into, multiple times. At that point, it’s probably not worth using anymore, but the vulnerability is reinforced and tested again.” His fingers drummed a complicated beat on the stone. “I’ve been broken before. We can help each other.”
This definitely wasn’t the same person Avery had met that fateful day on this very rooftop. But it was at the same time. He was still effortlessly charming, a flirt, a brilliant mind- but he was more thoughtful, more caring, and definitely much more careful. She didn’t know if the change had been made conciously, and she wondered if it had hurt something inside of him to be a different person.
Avery looked back down at her lap. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to; he understood she needed time to phrase it, and he simply waited, his presence giving her warmth and comfort.
“She looks exactly like Emily Laughlin.” Jameson froze. “Right down to the hair.”
“Gray’s gonna have the time of his life when he figures that out.” Jameson muttered.
Avery knew he wasn’t going to tell Grayson unless she permitted it, but her concern was fixated otherwise. “And you?”
Jameson’s fingers returned to the steady drumbeat. There was silence, and then-
“I dont know.” He fell quiet and continued. “Maybe I should feel something, but Emily left. I made some kind of fucked up peace with it, and … I don’t know. I have you; I don’t want to feel anything, but … I just don’t know.”
Raw emotion echoed throughout his eyes, and Avery didn’t know how to respond. Jameson had never told her anything like this before - the last time he’d been somewhat vulnerable was when she woke up from the coma, and Avery hadn’t known what to do then either.
She settled for placing a hand on his knee. “We all move at different speeds.” Jameson nodded, eyes closed.
The silence settled comfortably around them, until he peeked one eye open. “Tell me everything means tell me everything. You’re hiding something.” It wasn’t a question and she knew it.
Avery had wanted to tell someone this for a long time. Toby, Sheffield Grayson (before his death), Eve’s siblings had both known every detail Avery had just told Jameson. She’d kept to herself her true thoughts on the topic, and it had been the reason she hadn’t slept for nearly a week. As she gathered her thoughts, she felt tears prick her eyes.
“Eve- she’s actually a Hawthorne. She’s the one who should’ve inherited all of this money. She’s the one your grandfather should’ve picked.” Avery finally looked at him. She blinked, and felt tears trail down her cheek. Jameson’s brow was furrowed, but she couldn’t tell if it was out of pity or concern.
Probably both. Only one person in the world is complaining about their billion dollar handout and it’s me.
“I’m not cut out for any of this. I’m not pretty, I don’t know the first thing about running a multi-billion dollar company. I can’t do PR. I don’t even know the first thing about stocks!” She buried her face in her hands.
“Heiress.” Jameson tried. “Avery.” She didn’t respond. “The old man had a reason for everything. He didn’t want Eve. Only one of you knew my uncle, and only one of you was trusted to inherit his entire damn fortune.”
“Toby didn’t know that Eve existed. What are the chances your grandfather didn’t either?“ The sound was muffled, but he understood every word.
Jameson’s eyebrows flew into his hair. “The old man knew what he was doing. He tracked every single part of Toby’s life that he did and didn’t cover up. That includes one night stands, drunk or otherwise.” He paused, looking out into the garden. “He knew more about a person than the person knew about themselves. He wanted you, Avery. Because he knew you were what was going to heal this family.”
“But-“
“But what? Our blood doesn’t make us who we are. Look at Gray. He’s the only son of Sheffield Grayson and my mother, but he’s a better man than either would have ever been. You may not share our blood, or the name, but you have the mind of a Hawthorne. In this family, we value this,” -He tapped her head- “more than we value looks.”
Jameson gently moved her hands away from her face and lifted her chin, forcing him to look at her. He used his other hand to wipe away the tear tracks on her cheek. “You’re a Hawthorne through and through, Avery. Any Hawthorne worth their salt would be an idiot to not call you family.” He placed a kiss on her forehead, then manuevered himself to be able to wrap her in a hug.
Avery processed his words, frozen in place, before relaxing in his arms. “Thank you.” she mumbled.
“Don’t thank me.” he said. “I was just showing you the truth.”
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sunlight-shunlight · 6 days ago
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I think probably in some older version of the story, having access to an awakened Titan through one of your companions was probably going to be involved in "curing" the Blight somehow, even though in Veilguard it's made completely irrelevant to the main plot.
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that is very neat... i was thinking the veil had to have done Something to the titans, since the descent one only woke up after the breach? also there's the fact that orzammar is in the frostbacks, and something there seems to be capable of resuscitating leliana as a lyrium ghost... i do also think the maker was probably a titan and leliana's rose vision thing was a communication from it, haha.
i think my guess would be that the time line went like:
the elves + maybe some faction of anti-titan dwarves sever the dragons from the titans, and bind the dragons to the evanuris somehow, weakening the titans ability to "broadcast" so to speak. i think the titans are naturally connected to the fade, but need the dragons to send out their... titan wifi signals into the physical world, if that makes sense, ahah.
i kind of wonder if that's what the orbs did? like the elves pulled them out of the titans and use them to control the dragons? idk. i think it means something that solas got SO freaked out by corypheus' dragon, bc maybe he thought it meant that corypheus had unlocked the orb fully enough to bind an archdemon with it, rather than using his weird blight stuff to control a random dragon?
i think mythal has a unique relationship to whatever dragon/titan she got her orb from - it may have been more voluntary on her part. that might be why she has the shapeshifting/blight resistance/cares so much about dragons.
the elves go hubris mode and fully kill one titan (the one under the vimmarks where the red lyrium originated). the death of the titan is what generates red lyrium, and why the red lyrium isn't everywhere in thedas, bc not all of them are actually dead.
mythal and solas have the whole area locked away, andruil starts poking around and digs it back up, mythal beats her up and wipes her memories.
time passes, the evil elven regime gets eviller. mythal gets ides-ed of marched. personally my opinion is that the other evanuris tried to kill her and then drink her blood to get her blight resistance, and it didn't work. a last supper + chronos eating his son type of mess.
solas puts up the veil, using the evanuris and their bound dragons as conduits to hold it up. this sunders the last remaining connections the titans had to the fade, and they go fully comatose - this probably turns the titan's... inner ecosystem space(?) much more barren and unlivable, since the descent looked really cool and pretty, and orzammar does NOT have that much biodiversity inside, haha. so the dwarves retreat closer to the surface to survive, and their civilization generally becomes more precarious despite its expansion.
the dwarves eventually forgot about the quarantined red lyrium area bc millennia have gone by. go back in to explore it, and then flee immediately and try to lock it back up. this might be when they remove all mentions of the titans from their records, if they got really scared and thought all the titans were this fucked up.
the tevinter magisters break into the black city, get blighted, and start generating darkspawn. blight time. for some reason, the grey wardens also have a cool idea of drinking blood to resist the blight, and this may be on advice from elves? presumably solas feels fine about this.
flemythal had a galaxy brain scheme of luring dwarven-blooded people to live in ferelden, puts an old god soul into andraste, who then starts hearing one of the titans, and makes a whole religion out of it.
this goes great! except flemythal did not plan for the most evil factor of all: andraste's cringe fail husband betraying her. andraste dies, the titan breaks its connection to her, the whole millennia of effort to get to that point is wasted. this probably makes flemythal corrupt further into vengeance bc she remembers elgar'nan, and after that she picks her next host on a shared Revenge Platform and starts directly possessing her daughters. she's no longer content with just putting the soul in someone and letting them have it, she would want direct control of it (thus, morrigan's whole thing).
the andraste titan is occasionally trying to reach out (leliana's vision!) but can't make much headway. orzammar dwarves still have stone sense sometimes, but that's it. it probably gets killed or severely damaged by corypheus, bc the red lyrium immediately starts spreading out from the sacred ashes temple? the descent titan wakes up when the breach happens, and then by fluke manages to connect to valta. fortunately valta does not have a cringe fail husband who kills her immediately afterwards, so that works fine i guess.
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soranker · 2 years ago
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hi….! any chance we can see your art process ? it’s fine if not! i was wondering if u do a sketch before your lines or you just skip directly to lineart? your art is very beautiful!
HI!!! AUGGHHHJHH THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH T__T my art style is kinda simple imo so my process is pretty bare-bones ^^;; there's not rly much too it!! it also kinda changes depending on how uhhhh lazy im feeling in the moment HAHA
probably around half of my drawings are straight to line art bc they're rly just doodles or things i decide to draw without any planning (but also im kinda impatient so i try to skip the sketching step if i can LOL...). but if i DO have a specific pose in mind for a drawing, i'll start with a sort of mannequin sketch or loose pass, then depending on how messy it is, ill either do the lineart pass on the layer on top or duplicate the sketch and then clean it up.
and then my coloring process is not sophisticated at all i just create a new layer and then paint bucket tool away LMAOOOO
here's an example of a drawing where i did sketch first ^_^
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theyhitthepentagon · 1 year ago
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I dont even know where to start, I was looking through the tags for hlvrai and I saw whatever the hell that benrey avatar was, then I saw the tags and I dont even have the proper words formed to tell you fetishization is wrong because it objectifies groups of people in a way you would actually understand, there is so much I dont even know where to start, you need serious fucking mental help girlypop, you horrify, disgust and infatuate me all at the same time like some sort of fucked up lab rat, get actual genuine help thats my #my truth to you
ima keep fetishizing gay men
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rozicheeks · 11 days ago
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You have the body of an angel, the aura of a fairy princess and the smile like the first sunrays of spring on my face. I check your fansly and tumblr every day several times a day just to enjoy your pictures with both my body and soul. Been admiring you for years at this point. I am addicted to your glory.
Hold on… while I just —
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wholesomepostarchive · 2 years ago
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the most wholesome thing is seeing that the wholesome post blog runner is probably one of the nicest people ever :3 i’m generally Terrified of sending asks especially to a blog that Does Things like this but seeing you talk in the tags instead of just reblogging and moving on makes you seem very friendly and approachable !!!! and i hope u know i appreciate that :] i hope you have a wonderful day and both sides of your pillow are always cool and that if you see a random cat on the sidewalk it won’t run away from U ♡
woah, META-WHOLESOME!! thank ya for the compliment, i try my best to carry out those kinds of traits i value!!!!! i’m SUPER super glad that ya did!!! THANK YOU THANK U!! always appreciating how much of an impact this lil blog has on top of appreciating u for sharing as much with me :-)
it’s always a TRIP getting to hear that something i do that i wasn’t even really mindfully doing makes all the difference?? i’m just really, REALLY grateful for all the different kinds of posts that get sent my way and seeing cool + uplifting + sentimental + OVERALL WHOLESOME posts that i express my thanks + ramble a bit in the tags haha !!
i ALSO hope you have as terrific of a day as you’re able to! and i hope you’ll enjoy seeing more posts pop up!
AND YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE but i got new pillow cases like a week ago THAT DO JUST THAT! AND THERE’S A NEW CAT ON THE STREET WHO HANGS OUT WITH ME SOMETIMES (i’ve been planning to see if he has a microchip, but i know for a fact that the neighbors who feed all the stray cats on our street already have a cage + are well-versed in TNR, so i’ve been thinking about asking them first because the thought that someone could be out there looking for their pal is enough for me to “do it scared”) !! SO THANK U NOT ONLY FOR THE SWEET SENTIMENTS BUT ALSO FOR THE UNEXPECTED HILARITY OVER THE FACT THAT THEY’VE COME TRUE???
#and i get it!! running a gimmick blog (as i’ve heard it be described) is v v different from the other blogs i’ve got going!!#ik i’ve said it in the past but i genuinely think what makes for the lack of ambiance is the fact that i didn’t really? start this blog out#as a gimmick blog in mind?? it was kind of just for me to ‘archive’ Solidly Wholesome posts in one place#by the dates i saw/read through them + let them flow over me. because there’s already a timestamp ya know?#but the Vision was that i’d go through this blog + see that a year ago on a particular day was Important#which is still something i do when i have the the time BUT now i ALSO get sent wholesome posts!!! which WOAH#became a collective effort whether you’ve mentioned me in one post or climbing up to the triple digits now haha!!! i appreciate them all#TRULY :-)#and i’ll also admit that i don’t really remember if i kept the ask + submission channels open because i thought ‘hey maybe i’ll get one#or two someday from someone?’ or if i kinda forgot to close ‘em because i think i only block Anonymous automatically for all the blogs#i’ve got?? THAT will probs be a mystery for a long time to come if not forever BUT am glad it’s all worked out in ways i never saw coming!!#also APOLOGIES FOR NOT ONLY RAMBLING IN THE TAGS BUT THE ASK!!#Apple Pie is defs a priority for me rn and i’ve done some research + talked to my neighbors about TNR being the best bet in our area#last we spoke anyhow which was some time ago#also my parents apparently got into taking stray cats to a TNR program a few cities over so i’ll ask ‘em too probably???#BUT FIRST THING’S FIRST: checking for a microchip#10/13/2023#asks#wholesomepostarchive
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years ago
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one thing about me is that I. love to get a little treat for my friends. I love getting a little something for the people I care about. I love giving little gifts :)
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inkskinned · 6 months ago
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it's easier to apply for jobs than ever! so what if you lost your insurance, anyone can get a job these days, even without meds. everyone is hiring! there's a "good employee" shortage!
well you just need to revamp your resume, here's a paid app subscription that can read it for you. rewrite the cover letter they won't read. google jobs in my area and then scrawl through Monster/Indeed/worbly. did you want to save the search? this was posted 98 days ago. over 1 billion applicants! this position is trending.
jobs i actively like doing and get paid for. your search returned no results. easy-apply with HireSpin! easy apply with SparkFire! easy apply with PenisFlash! with a few short clicks, get your information stolen.
watch out! the first 98 links on google are actually scams! they're false postings. oopsie. that business isn't even hiring. that other one is closed permanently. find one that looks halfway legit, google the company and the word "careers". go to their page. scroll past brightly-lit diversity stock photo JOIN US white sans serif. we are a unique, fresh, client-focused stock value capitalism. we are committed to excellence and selling your soul on ebay. we are DRIVEN with POWER to INNOVATE our greed. yippee! our company has big values of divisive decision making, sucking our dicks, and hating work-life balances. our values are to piss in your mouth. sign here and tell us if you have gender issues so we can get ahead of the sexual harassment claim. are you hispanic although let's be real we threw out the resume when we saw your last name.
sign up to LinkHub to access updates from this company. make a HirePlus account to apply. download the PoundLink app. your account has been created, click the link we sent you in 15 minutes. upload that resume. we didn't read the resume, manually fill in the lines now. what is your expected pay grade. oh actually we want hungry people, not people driven by a salary. cut a zero off that number, buddy, this is about opportunity, and we need to be thrifty. highest level of education. autofill is glitching. here is an AI generated set of questions. what is your favorite part of our sexy, sexy company. how do you resolve conflict. will you get our company logo tattooed on your person. warning: while our CEO is guilty of wage theft, we will absolutely refuse to hire a nonviolent felon.
thank you for your interest at WEEBLIX. we actually already filled this position internally. we actually never had that posting. we actually needed you to have 9 years of experience and since you have 10 years we think it might be too many? we'll be texting you. we'll email you. we'll keep your resume. definitely absolutely we won't just completely ignore you. look at your phone, there's already a spam text from Bethany@stealyouridentity. they're hiring!
wait, did you get an interview? well that's special, aren't you lucky. out of 910 jobs you applied to, one answered, finally. and funny story! actually the position isn't exactly as advertised, we are looking for someone curious and dedicated. it's sort of more managerial. no, the pay doesn't change - you won't have any leadership title. now take this 90 minute assessment. in order to be a dog groomer, we need you to explain cell biology. in order to be a copyeditor, write a tiny dissertation about the dwindling supply of helium on the planet. answer our riddles three. great job! we just need to push this up to Tracy in HR who will send it to Rodney who is actually in charge. and then of course it's jay's decision and then greg will need to see you naked and if you survive you'll be given a drug test and a full anal examination.
and of course you'll be hungry this whole time, aren't you, months and months of the same shit. months of no insurance, no meds, no funding, barely able to afford the internet and the phone and the rent - all things you need in order to even apply for our thing. but do it again! do it again and again and again, until you flip inside out and turn into a being of pure dread!
you're not hired yet because you're lazy. there's over one million AI-generated hallucinated jobs in your area. don't worry. with zipruiter, hiring and firing is easier than ever. sign up. stay on-call.
in the meantime, little peon - why don't you just fucking suffer.
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dollfacefantasy · 7 months ago
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IF I WAS A RICH GIRL ♡
pairing: bodyguard!jason todd x bratty!fem!reader x bodyguard!dick grayson
summary: for the first time ever, jason needs dick's help with a client. upon meeting you, dick understands why. you're a handful - bratty, needy, the whole deal. luckily for everyone involved, dick has a soft spot for brats and jason has a tendency to follow in his footsteps.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, praise/degradation, gun play, brat taming, dacryphilia
wc: 12.9k
a/n: i did not intend for this to be so long, but i am physically incapable of shutting the fuck up unfortunately. anyways comm for the sweetest ever @fearcvlt. thank you again hehe. as always reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
part 2
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Dick watched the numbers above the elevator door light up one at a time. Every couple seconds, the soft glow moved one space to the right. It started with 1, 2, 3 and now landed on 67, 68, 69. Finally 70 lit up and a soft ding sounded through the cabin.
He shifted his duffel bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath. When Jason had texted him a few days ago, he made this situation sound dire.
Dick had been in the middle of working out, pulling himself up and down using the rings hanging from the ceiling of the gym. The chime of his phone pulled him from the focus that came with his muscles burning and sweat dripping from his hairline.
'Are we allowed to drop clients?' was the first message he saw.
But then another quickly followed.
'It's been a full twenty-four hours.'
At first he wondered if it was a joke, but Jason didn't really joke about clients.
He tried thinking to himself what case he'd even been assigned to. That gig at the shipping yard had wrapped up by now, and that stalking victim had canceled on them for another security firm.
Then he remembered. That Monday Jason was supposed to start with the senator's daughter.
Something must have really been wrong for him to want to drop that. It was one of the best jobs they'd been offered since starting up their agency. It was full-time protection, meaning round the clock, 24/7 pay.  Also a high profile contractor like a senator meant word of mouth getting around to his colleagues, similar types who would want some security for their own twenty-something-aged brats.
'We can't drop her. Maybe I can see about someone swapping cases with you. Did something happen?' was all he responded with.
The reply was instant. 'I'll take literally anything else.'
'She can't be that bad,' he sent in return.
'You take her then. Find out for yourself.'
He rolled his eyes at his dramatics. There was no way you could really be so awful. While Jason didn't joke about work that much, he loved to complain. Shaking his head, Dick typed back a final message.
'Keep your head for the next few days. I'll come see what I can do over the weekend.'
So that was what he planned on doing for at least the next five or so days. He had said the weekend, but it was Thursday now, and he didn't have to do anything else till next Wednesday. Plus, he figured Jason would try his hardest to rope him in for longer if things with you hadn't changed.
He walked into the entrance hall of the penthouse, eyes briefly scanning his surroundings like they always do upon entering somewhere new. The design was sleek. A classy white end table sat below a large mirror with delicate decorations adorning its surface. A plush rug rolled down the hallways to a set of French doors.
One glance around told him this was all expensive. Every detail chosen by someone young, experiencing their first taste of independence. It was cute in a way. At least he thought so. He could only imagine the distaste Jason had reacted with upon seeing the pink candles or vases of dainty flowers.
He continued in the direction of what he assumed was the living room. Though he had only taken a few more steps across the fuzzy rug before he heard loud voices muffled by the doors ahead. He paused and narrowed his eyes for a moment, trying to determine the severity.
The first voice he knew belonged to Jason. It boomed with annoyance, loud and brash. The other was higher pitched.  He waited a few moments, feeling out the rhythm of the argument. Back and forth, back and forth. There was no third party, which meant it wasn't any serious danger.
He took another breath and braced himself to be put in the middle of whatever spat you two were having. Jason still hadn't been clear about what his exact problem with you was, so he didn't know what to fully expect. From the few things he had said over the phone, he gained the impression you were just a spoiled rich girl, and Jason's temper wasn't made to deal with any of those.
Grabbing one of the bronze handles, Dick pushed the door open. From where he stood in the alcove that held the doors, he didn't think either of you had noticed him enter.
The scene looked as he expected. Jason leaned against the pristine ivory island in the kitchen while you stood at the back of the large taupe sectional that spanned through the living area. You had your arms crossed over your chest, your foot looking as if you had just stamped it on the hardwood below. Jason, on the other hand, appeared as though he was about to explode. His fingers rubbed at his eyes before he spoke.
"For the last goddamn time, I'm not taking you, so find something else to do.”
"No. It's not your job to tell me what to do. You're only getting paid to follow me around where I wanna go," you retorted.
"I'm not taking you to the fucking mall!" he exclaimed, flinging his arms open, "Christ, you have a cell phone, a laptop, and an ipad. You could probably even use that watch you got on your wrist to shop."
"But it's not the same," you pouted.
Upon hearing that, it seemed like Jason's brain was actually on the verge of malfunctioning. In an attempt to help out, Dick walked the rest of the way in.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, his voice much cooler than the tense argument that preceded it.
Immediately, both sets of eyes were on him. Jason's features melted into relief while yours swirled with curiosity.
"Is this your boss?" you asked. Your arms fell to smooth out the small shorts you had on before they rose again to make sure your hair was in place.
Meanwhile, a sneer spread on Jason's face again. "No. We're partners," he said.
"C'mon, Jason. I like to think of us as friends before coworkers," Dick teased and flashed a smile. That earned him one out of you in return. Right then, he knew this would be easy.
He headed over to the area where you stood, and acting charming as ever, stuck his hand out in search of yours.
You gladly returned the exchange, offering your palm up for shaking like a trained puppy.
"I'm Dick Grayson," he introduced. He wrapped his fingers around your hand with a firm grip.
Your smile widened before those soft lips parted to expel the syllables of your own name. You were being so much sweeter now that your sights had been set on someone besides Jason. Jason, who was currently watching with a mix of disbelief and irritation as your bratty temperament melted away before his eyes.
"Would you mind showing me where I could put my stuff?" Dick asked.
"Oh sure," you answered, "Follow me."
You waved him in your direction before prancing through an archway that led to a small area with a few doors and the stairs.
"I'll just show you where everything is while we're at it. That's the main bathroom. That's the office. And then up the stairs is where all the bedrooms are."
He followed behind you through the small room and then up the curved staircase. Jason trailed behind him, watching like this mask of pleasantness would fall away to reveal your true attitude any second.
Your hips swayed as you walked up each step. He felt like the way your ass jutted out a little as they did was intentional, but it didn't matter. Dick could be professional when he needed to be. He kept his eyes averted and stayed along your path.
After the stairs, you led them down a thin strip of lofted walkway that overlooked the living room and kitchen. With one hand on the silver railing, you explained each door that lined the wall as you went.
"That's the smaller living room. That's the second bathroom. That's the guest room Jason is staying in. And here is yours," you said as you got to the second to last door. You pushed it open and gestured proudly at the space.
"Looks nice. Thank you," he said before heading in. 
He tossed his bag on the bed and glanced around. It truly was nice. The bed looked like one out of a five star hotel. The end tables were polished and seemed as though they'd never seen a visitor throughout their time here. And then there were the floor-to-ceiling windows against the farthest wall. There was nothing to see outside right now. This floor rested so high up, clouds engulfed the glass panes.
"Mhm," you hummed before biting your lip, "And my room is the last door. There's always extra space in my bed if you don't like this one."
"But I thought you said I was a perv for suggesting that?" Jason interjected and shot you a glare from where he leaned against the door frame.
"Ummm, yeah, you are," you deadpanned, "I'm offering it to him, not the other way around like you did, obviously."
"It was a joke," Jason grumbled.
Before the tension could bubble over again, Dick laughed and looked over his shoulder at your teasing expression. "You know, I appreciate the offer, but this looks like more than enough for now."
"Ok, well let me know if you change your mind. I'll let you put your stuff away while I figure out what we can get for dinner," you told him before stepping back out of the room.
Dick waited a few moments to make sure you were really gone before turning to Jason and smirking. 
"That's who you've been having such a hard time with?" he mocked.
"I swear that's the best she's been all week. When it's just me, she doesn't quit. She goes on and on and on. Whining, complaining. It's borderline harassment to be honest," he responded and crossed his arms.
"Oh come on," he laughed, "She's as hard to deal with as a kitten."
"For you," he responded, "Once she gets bored of you, she'll act the same."
"Guess we're banking on the fact that I'm a lot more entertaining than you then, huh?" he teased.
"Shut up," Jason scoffed before turning and leaving the room too.
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Over the next couple hours, Dick got settled in his room and then migrated back downstairs to feel out the situation here. Already he could guess why Jason didn't like you, but if things continued the way they were, he wouldn't mind slipping into his place. A full day of pay, and all he'd have to do is flirt back and forth with you every now and again.
In the living room, you laid back in the corner of your couch. Some tv show played as background noise while you scrolled through your phone. He made an effort to talk to you, to subtly observe more of your personality. Fortunately, you were pretty open to his attempts. Once he found a subject you liked, it was like flood gates opened. You couldn't have been more eager for someone to talk with.
Poor thing, he thought. You had everything you could want, but you were still so starved for attention.
As he listened to you chatter about your favorite tv show or something that happened last summer between you and your friend, he could see the quirks in you that drove Jason up the wall.
For one, you had a tendency to pout. He didn't think you were even aware of it most of the time. While he found it kind of cute, he knew that every time your lip started to puff out, it would send Jason's blood pressure through the roof.
You also were very touchy. Over the course of the short conversation, you drifted from your end of the couch to the cushion right next to Dick. Whenever you laughed your hand landed on his forearm. If he joked around in return, you'd lightly shove his bicep.
It was all pretty juvenile, methods of flirting used most often by kids with their first crushes, but he didn't mind. You were sweet and well-intentioned. Just so desperate to feel wanted.
And admittedly, he played into your desires a bit. He knew Jason would have lambasted him if he was down here right now instead of taking a break in his own room, but Dick didn't really care. Technically, he wasn't the one on call. Though even if he was, it's not like was overtly flirting with you. He was just having some fun and keeping you entertained. A few compliments and well-placed touches. That was it.
He straightened out his behavior a little by the time Jason did return downstairs to join you both for the dinner you'd had delivered.
You stood at the end of the table, graciously distributing the containers of food while they took up a seat on either side of you. Things went pretty smoothly overall. Once you each had a plate with your dishes of choice, you sat down and began to eat.
"You have that big kitchen," Jason commented after a few bites, looking over his shoulder at the room in question, "Do you ever actually cook anything?"
You narrowed your eyes for a moment but responded in the most calm tone of voice. "Yes, I do. But not for you."
Luckily, all that came from the tense exchange was Jason rolling his eyes. Neither of you seemed interested in launching into a full argument when you could focus on the food in front of you instead. A few minutes of quiet passed, but then conversation sprouted back up without an issue.
You asked them how they got into “bodyguarding,” making sure to add that modeling had to have been on the table for Dick. As with most interactions, he responded with a charming laugh. Though this time Jason interrupted to give you the spiel about their past - they worked together under the same mentor at a security company and decided to branch off and start their own as partners.
"Yeah, but why?" you questioned when he concluded his story, "Isn't it like... scary? You have to protect people from stalkers and stuff? That sounds so nerve wracking."
"It's not if you're good at your job like us," Jason dismissed.
Dick saw the frown appear on your face, and he swooped in with an answer of his own to make you feel less discarded. 
"It can be tense sometimes on rough cases, but it's really rewarding, you know? Getting to help people and protect them from the worst parts of life gives us a purpose," he explained.
"That makes sense," you nodded before laughing a little, "I could never do what you two do. I'm wayyyy too scared of being shot."
Dick chuckled, but Jason's look didn't soften at all.
"What is it you plan on doing with your life?" Jason asked.
His tone was short, prime for judgement, but you tried to let it roll off you. You kept your shoulders back as you answered the question, like it was a part of an interview you'd prepared for.
"I'm not totally sure what I'm gonna do with my whole life, but in the spring I'm gonna start working for my dad as an aide. Like when he takes office and everything."
"So what was the point of you going through college when you're guaranteed a job like that anyways?" he asked next.
Dick shot him a look across the table. It was one thing to respond to your whining, but picking a fight was another. He could see the question pricked at a real insecurity of yours. You bristled and tried not to let the weakness show itself.
"Because," you huffed, "I'm still supposed to know things and have skills of my own. And we're not like the Kennedys or something. I can't get by on my last name forever."
"Right..." he said and redirected his focus to shoveling some more food into his mouth.
Again, Dick took it upon himself to resuscitate the mood. He chatted with you some more about school and potential areas you were interested in for your future.
As things wrapped up and the three of you cleared the table, he finished by offering to take you on that shopping trip you'd been asking about earlier tomorrow. That seemed to be all it took to fully brighten up your mood. You eagerly accepted before heading off to your room for the night.
After you'd left, the room clouded with silence for a minute. The two of them migrated over to the living room. Both him and Jason took a moment to enjoy the peace that plumed up in your absence. It dissipated when Dick decided to speak again.
"You know, part of the reason she gets snippy with you is because you're not exactly pleasant to her," he started.
"No, she doesn't like me because I won't play into her flirty bullshit like you do," Jason replied and shrugged.
"It's more than that. You dismiss almost anything she says, and you try to provoke her into lashing out at you."
"Like she doesn't do the same to me? All that whiny, pouty shit she does for you, she tried for me at first, but I hurt her feelings because I didn't act like it was cute. It's pathetic"
"Alright, but as the professional, you're supposed to keep the appearance that she doesn't bother you. I'm just saying you could try playing it cool around her," Dick suggested.
Jason glared at him. "I wasn't hired to be nice to her."
"You're not getting paid to be an asshole either."
The harsh look deepened in the other man's green eyes. "What are we getting paid to do here exactly? She's not in any actual danger."
So that was his problem.
Dick sighed, but before he could provide some form of justification, Jason was pulling up your case files on his phone. He turned the screen to Dick.
"Look. Read it. Why'd we even accept this bullshit? He basically admits there's no real threat in the request," he said.
Dick took the small device and scanned over the document with his eyes. He didn't have to read it to know why they accepted it, of course. The money was great and the connections they could gain from it would be even better for the firm. He still skimmed the tiny words staring back at him though. The request for protection that asked you be assigned a full time guard in the potential event of political retaliation. Political retaliation that both sides of this arrangement knew was not coming. Your father had won his race by a comfortable margin. No one even attempted to contest the result. All of his positions were uncontroversial as well.
It was obvious to Dick that he and Jason were simple pawns in a power struggle here. They were the expendable pieces your father could tote around and punish you with for whatever reason. Maybe you'd been too outspoken about something. Maybe you had a tendency to get too wild when you went out. Maybe you'd just outsmarted the last move in this lifelong game of chess.
Whatever it had been, this was just the next subtle method of control. He'd seen it before in rich kids like you. Shitty as it was, it was part of this business.
Handing the phone back to the other man, he answered. "You know why we took it. And I know it's frustrating, but not every case is gonna be something out of an action movie. If he wants to pay for someone to ease his mind, then that's just how it is."
"He hired a babysitter for an adult," Jason spat with disdain, "That's all this is. The only thing I'm protecting her from is maxing out daddy's credit card or taking a laced bump at some shitty party."
"There are worse jobs in the world than watching over a pretty girl, Jason," Dick said and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh bullshit. This isn't just watching a pretty girl. This is listening to her run her fucking mouth. It's putting up with her bitching and moaning in my ear 24/7 about how she doesn't want me here."
"Look. It's not that hard to figure out," he interjected, "She was spoiled rotten growing up, but that also means she probably had a lot of people trying to control her life. She's getting her first real taste of freedom being out of college and living on her own, and then her dad takes it away by hiring us. Can you blame her for being a little pissy about it?"
"So what? Poor little rich girl. She has people who want to be involved with her life and make sure she has a future," he scoffed, "If she doesn't like that, she can take it out on her dad. Why do we have to deal with the fallout?"
"I know it's not what you want to be dealing with, but you're smart enough to know that things aren't that simple," he responded, "Everything in this place - the clothes she wears, the furniture we're sitting on, I'd bet even her phone she carries around - doesn't belong to her. None of it comes from her own money. Maybe her name's on the title of this place, but you know it's not really hers. She probably plays nice and puts up with things that don't really bug her to make sure he doesn't start taking it all away or offering to give it to her in the first place."
Jason still wouldn't drop his scowl. He understood Dick was right, but you were so goddamn irritating, he didn't want to admit you deserved even the smallest degree of grace.
"You don't have to act like a boyfriend or even her best friend," Dick offered as a compromise, "All I'm saying is that if you weren't so aggressive from the jump, she might feel more inclined to listen to you."
"She's a grown woman," Jason grumbled with hushed incredulity, "I shouldn't have to handle her like a little girl or a puppy or something."
"You're right. You shouldn't have to. But it's the way it is, so adapt or drive yourself crazy. It's your choice," he said.
"I guess," he huffed before slumping back in his seat a bit.
Dick relaxed back against the couch as well. Looking at Jason now, he couldn't help but think that part of the reason the two of you butted heads at every opportunity was because you both were in the running for the most headstrong person he'd ever met.
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The next day, Dick made good on his promise to take you shopping. The two of you drove to an upscale mall and spent the next few hours roaming the wide corridors. He stayed close to your side, his muscular arms covered in the bands of your shopping bags as you led him from one place to the next. You talked his ear off, but he didn't mind. It was better than lounging around the penthouse and listening to you and Jason bicker. 
And in your defense, while you had him carrying all your stuff, you took plenty of chances to offer to buy him a few things. Anything his eyes lingered on for more than two seconds had you playfully waving around your card. Each time he'd decline. He had to keep some appearance of doing his job. Jason would never let him hear the end of it if he thought he indulged in this shopping spree too.
He was still somewhat playing his part though. His eyes scanned the exits and entries (when they weren't lingering on how your lip gloss shimmered on the soft curves of your mouth). He was focused on making sure no suspicious characters tried approaching you (when he wasn't ogling the way your t-shirt stretched across the swell of your chest). 
"So only one last place, right?" he checked while you typed away on your phone.
"Yup!" you chirped.
You trotted along a few more paces before coming to a stop in front of a store entryway framed by two dark, tile pillars. The words above glowed in a light, classic font. He eyed it and then shifted his gaze to the display windows. That was when he realized this was a store for lingerie.
He let out a laugh and shook his head. "Really?" he said, raising his brows at you.
"What?" you asked, "Don't tell me you're one of those guys that gets all weird about bras and panties. What do you think I'm wearing under this?"
"I don't really think it's my place to be imagining that," he chuckled.
"Well you don't gotta imagine right now. Just stay close to me while I pick some things out," you replied with your own little smile.
Unlike Jason, this wouldn't be a hill he died on. He followed you into the store and remained quiet within a few feet of you while you checked over the stands for items you liked. You seemed pretty picky when it came to this stuff. Your face contorted into contemplative expressions, weighing if you should go with the lacy black or the baby pink.
"So... do you actually have someone to wear these for or...?" he asked while trying to seem aloof.
"I wear them because I like them," you corrected while shooting him a playful glare, "But to answer your question, not yet."
"Ah, yet," he grinned.
"Mhm. It doesn't hurt to be prepared," you said.
He huffed out a small laugh and kept in line with your footsteps. After a while, you selected a few pairs and seemed almost ready to go. You weaved through the array of perfume stands and seasonal racks. On the way to the register though, your eyes caught on a pair of silk pajamas. They were dainty, thin, and striped. Just the kind of thing that looked as though it was sewn specifically for your closet.
"Oh my gosh. Dick, can you hold this?" you said. The question was pointless as you'd already shoved the basket of panties into his arms before the words finished leaving your lips.
You pranced to the display with the sleepwear and looked it over with adoring eyes. With a wave of your hand, you summoned a nearby attendant to ask for a set you could try on.
Moments later the worker guided the two of you towards the back of the store, showing you the changing area. It was nicer than most shops. A large mirror sat on the wall that was covered in floral paper. Next to it a small door concealed the private fitting section, and in the center was a couple seats.
The woman waved you in. She glanced over each of you with a tight-lipped smile before adding that "your boyfriend" was welcome to wait inside for you.
He opened his mouth to amend her definition of him, but before he got the chance, you chimed in with a cheerful "thank you!"
His eyes zipped from the exiting staff member to you. Upon looking in your eyes, he could see your amusement dancing there. You grabbed his free hand and led him to the plush couches. Then you took off with the pajamas in your hands into the private part of the room.
"So boyfriend, huh? Is that my title now?" he called to you through the open space above the door. While you changed, he set the endless supply of bags down on the loveseat across from the one he chose to sit down on.
"It could be," you replied, "Isn't it like safer if bad guys think a girl has a boyfriend?"
He'd dealt with clients flirting with him before, but never one as flagrant as you. Only one day with you, and he could tell you'd never experienced true shame in your two decades and some spare years of life.
"Yeah, I think so," he chuckled in return. Even though your confidence humored him, he couldn't deny the part of him that was flattered. The same part that got turned on.
Suddenly, the door swung open, and you strutted out. Your luscious legs stretched out from the tiny shorts that bedizened your hips. The button-up top hung off your shoulders and framed the curves of your waist. With a few steps, you stood in front of him, as if you were a model in a fashion show organized personally for him.
"Exactly. So, how do I look, darling?" you teased, doing a little spin for him.
He reached out and grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into your skin, feeling your flesh squish beneath the pads of his digits. Your eyes connected with his as he dragged them up from your waist to your face.
"Stunning, sweetheart," he played right along.
A small giggle trickled from your lips before you turned to the side to assess your appearance in the mirror. He kept his grip on you. Both his and your eyes glided over your frame, lingering on his hands clasped around the bottoms.
"I'll have to get them then," you decided after a few moments.
His pupils shifted up, sparkling under the fluorescents on the ceiling. "I think that's a great choice. Though when you wear them later, you may want to fix the pocket," he said.
Trailing his right hand up from its post on your hip, his fingers coasted over your breast to the shirt pocket that was flipped slightly inside out. He pushed the material back into place, delving two digits beneath the silk flap. The tips teased the curve of your breast. They dragged on the skin just above your nipple through the cloth.
Fortunately for you, he pulled them out seconds later, allowing you to step back and hide the way the small bud had begun to pebble for him. The smirk on his face hinted that he still knew though.
"Ok, well I'm gonna change back. Then we can check out and go home. Maybe we could get some food on the way back or something," you said, laying out the plan as a distraction for the blooming heat you felt in your abdomen.
"Yeah, sounds good," he responded and shrugged.
He watched as you capered back behind that door. You were a tease through and through, and that couldn't have pleased him more. It's what made this all so easy. You could flirt and bat your eyelashes and speak in that seductively innocuous tone, but when you caught scent of any real arousal, you pulled back quicker than a skittish dog. 
It could make it easier for him to remain professional. A way of keeping him from crossing the line that was supposed to divide him and all clients. But it also made you so much more tempting. An elusive prey animal just begging to be caught.
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The rest of that day followed the plan you had set in the dressing room.
You checked out of that last store then had Dick carry your collection of purchases to the car. The two of you picked up some food on the way home. Despite your lavish taste in just about everything else, when it came to dinner, you were a pretty cheap date.
When you made it back to the penthouse, Dick shoulders the weight of everything you bought again. The two of you don't bother asking Jason for help, knowing it would only cause more drama. Instead, he let the thin handles on the bags of clothes and jewelry and trinkets dig into his skin and nearly cut off his circulation.
Besides that though, everything went fine. Jason gave you both a look of disdain when he saw the evidence of your shopping trip, but he didn't comment. 
Maybe he was taking Dick's advice.
That seemed to be the case even as you came trotting down the stairs not too long later. You'd changed into your new silk set. The fabric didn't leave anything to the imagination in terms of your figure and that was what it did cover. Most of your legs and a sliver of your chest remained exposed to any eyes that should wander by.
You had a little smile on your face as you entered the room. Of course, you knew how you looked. You were bratty, not stupid.
Upon spotting Jason in the kitchen, you headed in that direction. He'd been standing in the corner where the counters met, eating something for a few moments. The calmness of solitude that had previously filled the space dissolved when he caught sight of you.
As much as he couldn't stand you, Jason was still human. His brows raised and his eyes stuck to your scantily-clad body, raking over your curves and smooth skin. You watched with absolute joy as he finally acknowledged you in some way other than a nuisance.
It only took him a few seconds to catch himself, but the damage had been done. You bounded over to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen from him. He kept his eyes down now, intent on trying not to gauge if you were wearing a bra under that skimpy thing by how your breasts bounced.
"So Jason... What did you do while me and Dick were out?" you asked.
"Desperately awaited your return," he grumbled sarcastically.
The question obviously meant nothing to you. He could hear it in every syllable. It served as a placeholder. A plausible reason you could linger around him to flaunt yourself.
His response brought a laugh out of you in spite of the backhanded nature of the statement. "You could've come with us. It probably would've been more fun," you smiled.
"For you maybe."
"Well yeah for me," you said. You pushed off the island and stepped a few paces closer to him. "What do you think of my clothes? They're new. Dick said he liked them."
You did a small twirl like you had in the dressing room. An attempt to lure Jason's gaze back onto you. He didn't take the bait so easily though and locked his gaze on the food he'd been snacking on.
"If you got Dick's opinion, then why do you need mine?" he shot back.
"Cause I want it," you answered.
With a deep breath, he brought his eyes back to you. He could control himself, both his temper and other kinds of impulses. Plus, there was no way he was going to let you win. You had enough smugness in your voice as it was. No way was he gonna make the problem worse by letting you feel as though you had him intimidated.
"Looks the same as the ones you normally wear," he shrugged.
"Yeah, but I didn't ask that. I just wanna know if you like them."
"Why? Are you gonna throw a fit or something if I say no? Call daddy and have him hire someone with better taste to babysit you?" he mocked.
That put a scowl on your face, which made him smile. The two of you worked like a seesaw of emotions, one extreme on each side, animosity shifting so rapidly the bar could never rest at a balanced middle.
"No," you scoffed with a glare, "I was just trying to be nice to you-"
"Oh really? It felt more like you were fishing for compliments to me," he said, "You bought the clothes, so obviously you like them. Why do you need me validating your choice?"
God, this felt so much better than getting worked up over you. Watching your face morph into increasingly petulant expressions gave Jason more joy than imagining the day a month from now when this job would finally be done.
"Whatever," you huffed and rolled your eyes before retreating to the living room to be with Dick.
That was fine with him. He didn't cause a blow up or have to deal with Dick's lecture while simultaneously getting you out of his immediate vicinity. Though, that was probably for the best for reasons other than his anger too. 
He would never ever admit it out loud, especially not after the point he'd made about it last night, but seeing you in that tiny get up, all desperate for his approval... it had him craving some alone time to quell the heat he felt beginning to simmer within.
He cleaned up his plate that was now empty and then ran a hand through his hair. His eyes shut for a moment, and he let out a sigh. After a few moments, he decided he didn't need to shove down the feelings. He'd been pent up enough over the last week. Nonstop hours of you trying to get under his skin and make him snap. It left him yearning for some outlet, for some relief. Maybe that was why he was so pissed off all the time.
Right now, Dick was with you. The chances of you wandering up to his room to bother him were slim. He could sneak off for a while, spend some quality time with his right hand and chill the fuck out.
So that's what he did. He headed off upstairs and shut the door to his room.
Now you sat beside Dick on the couch as an old movie played on the tv. You were so close to him that your bare thighs rested against the grey cotton of his sweatpants.
It wasn't that late, but only a third of the way into the movie you felt yourself sinking into the cushions behind you, tiredness overtaking your body. Your eyes grew droopy and glazed as you tried watching the action playing out in front of you.
A few minutes later, you started to accept this might be a pointless effort. In your defense, shopping was a tiring activity! Malls were big and required lots of steps to get through. When you combined that with doing all the spending math in your head, talking to Dick, and trying things on, it made sense that you were beat.
You let your head slump over and hit his shoulder. Your temple thudded against the curve of it as a yawn made its way out of you. You brought your legs closer to your body and wrapped one of your hands around his bicep as well. If you were gonna go for an inch, why not take the whole mile?
His head swiveled in your direction when he felt the gentle contact. He didn't protest like you knew Jason would have though. Rather, he let you grip onto his muscular arm and rest against his broad frame before bringing his free hand over to smooth down the nape of your neck.
"Are we still playing boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked.
Your eyes fluttered open as you tilted your face up to look at him. After a moment's thought, you bobbed your head in a lazy nod.
Upon seeing your confirmation, a lascivious smile spread across his lips. He leaned back further into the couch himself and stretched his legs out onto the extended part of the sectional. Once he was adjusted, he pulled his arm free of your grasp. You showed slight dismay at first, displeased with the loss of support and heat. Though it quickly evaporated as he draped it over your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.
"Well if I was your boyfriend," he said, drawing out the syllables pointedly, "I think we'd be sitting like this."
Even in your tired condition, you felt a bit flustered. You wouldn't show that though. It would take more to get you to willingly show how he affected you. You snuggle into his sculpted side and nestle your face against his chest. Below his skin, you hear the faint but steady beat of his heart.
"You're probably right," you mumbled against the fabric of his t-shirt, "It's comfier like this."
"Mhm. Safer too," he teased.
You nodded, not needing words this time around. One of your arms encircled his waist to keep you snug against him while you continued to watch the movie. 
It was honestly a miracle in your own eyes that you hadn't passed out yet in the few seconds you'd been sitting like this. He was so warm, and he smelled so good, like fresh laundry. And now his hand had started rubbing up and down your back. The steady rhythm of his palm and the perfect amount of pressure seemed like it would be lulling you into unconsciousness in minutes.
But then he spoke again.
"And if I was your boyfriend, we'd be doing a lot more than just watching this movie," he whispered.
The words hit your ears in soft puffs of air, sending chills down your spine. You bit your lip and willed your eyes to open wider before looking at him again.
"What else would we be doing?" you asked.
"What do you think? With you sitting here, all cute in your little outfit..." he began, lowering his mouth to your neck. A soft gasp left you as he began laying kisses up your throat to your ear. His teeth scraped over your earlobe before his tongue grazed the skin behind it. "I think I'd have a pretty hard time keeping my hands to myself," he finished lowly.
The skin of your shoulders prickled beneath the satiny material of your top and continued to do so down your arms and legs. You weren't completely inexperienced, but you'd never had such intense attention focused on you. You'd never felt like the center of someone's entire world like you did right now.
Your hand lands on his thigh, gripping the meat of it with your fingers. You turn your head into a brief kiss before pulling back an inch.
"If you were my boyfriend, you wouldn't have to keep your hands to yourself," you murmured.
And that was the last thing he needed to hear.
He dove in and kissed you like it was the millionth time. His lips moved against your own sensually before his tongue found its way into your mouth. A tender moan slipped out of you in response. He played the part of your boyfriend better than any actual candidate for the role before him.
Your palm migrated up from his thigh to his lap. With a few delicate swipes, you coaxed a bulge into rising against the fabric of his pants. Your hand then fled the area and trailed up his abs onto his chest. Every inch of him felt as though it had been crafted by divine beings. A gift for anyone who should have the pleasure of experiencing him.
He tugged you closer, guiding you so close that you were all but in his lap. His right hand groped the dough of your ass while his left crept onto your breast and gave it the squeeze he had wanted to earlier in the changing room.
You squeaked like a chew toy in response, which drew a laugh out of him. He teased the mound again by kneading it a few more times. His fingers dragged across the soft curves before zeroing in on your nipple, tweaking and pulling at the sensitive little nub. That brought some whines out of you.
"My little girlfriend's so responsive," he whispered. 
He knew he was acting like an idiot right now. He wasn't just crossing every client-contractor line in the book, he was practically leaping over them with joy. If Jason came down here and saw this opening to a porno playing out on the couch, he would never hear the end of it. But he just couldn't stop now. The way you arched into his touch was fucking intoxicating. You had him hooked, and he hadn't gotten farther than feeling up your tits.
And then you whimpered and nipped at his bottom lip. It wasn't like you could really defend yourself from his words. Every touch had you keening for more.
He hummed at the mini bite before pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. The arm wrapped around your back continued to support you while the set of fingers that had been playing with your chest fell towards the junction of your thighs. You seemed a little nervous at the start of the descent, but by the time his hand made it there, your legs spread open for him with no hesitation.
Both of your harsh breaths drowned out the sounds from the movie that had been long forgotten by now. And then your soft, sweet moans joined them.
He started out with a few loving caresses over your center. A few pets to get you warmed up. It was all you needed to let out those cute little noises. You rolled your hips at his hand, already signaling your need for more.
Without a second thought, he obliged you. His hand slid beneath your waistband and into your panties before his fingers slotted between your lips, finding your clit with expertise. They danced over your bundle of nerves and pressed down on it. More whines trickled from your mouth. He could only hope his lips on yours did a sufficient job of muffling them.
"That's it, sweetheart," he crooned, "You're so cute. Not worried about anything but feeling good."
You bucked your hips without a care in the world now, just like he said. They rocked up into the friction his digits were providing. Wet sloshing sounds emanated from where his hand moved beneath your shorts.
After a little while longer of just touching, he worked a finger inside of you. Then another. He pumped them in and out, relishing each precious mewl that erupted from you in turn. His digits curled. Each stroke inside you brushed a tender spot that made your thighs quiver and jerk.
"Fuck," you inhaled sharply before reaching forward to try palming at him, a haphazard attempt at returning the favor.
His free hand brushed yours away though. Those cerulean eyes glimmered with cockiness.
"I can take care of myself, baby. I'm being paid to service you, remember?" he purred.
Your eyes rolled back, and your head followed in that direction, hitting the backing of the couch. You weakly nodded before allowing the pleasurable sensations to cloud your head. He just kept thrusting his two fingers in and out while his palm ground against your clit.
You vaguely felt him start to grind his hips against the side of your leg. He used the pressure as stimulation, giving himself some muted relief while tending to you.
In the throes of bliss, you hadn't realized how close you were until the edge was right there. You whined and squirmed, trying to alert him that you were a few skillful pumps away from unraveling.
"Dick... gonna..." you whimpered.
"Yeah, I can tell. You're getting nice and tight," he murmured.
You nodded. Your lip started to jut out, those pouty habits making themselves known in the heat of the moment. He grinned before kissing it away.
"Let go, baby. Soak through your new shorts. Get 'em all messy for me," he cooed.
Your walls clenched around his fingers as your toes curled. It was impossible to resist the urge to release when he was guiding you to it like that. Your whole body tensed up and then relaxed over and over, the highs of pleasure washing over you in waves.
He watched every little move you make, drank it all up like a dehydrated man in the middle of the Sahara.
"You look so pretty while you cum," he praised. You heard him say the words; though, they sounded distant amidst the haze of bliss surrounding you.
When you finished, he could tell you were exhausted. Your eyelids drooped as if keeping them open was an impossible task. You laid there limp beside him, just about ready to melt into the couch.
He chuckled and slipped his hand from your shorts. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he sucked them clean and then ducked in for one last kiss. You squeaked in surprise but didn't pull away. He let you taste yourself for a moment before retreating.
Even though he hadn't cum himself, he figured it would be fine for tonight. There were four weeks left of this job after all. He'd have more time with you. Tonight he could deal with finishing himself off in his room after taking you to bed.
He shut the tv off and then scooped you up. Your body draped between his two arms. You didn't complain or protest; rather, just leaned your head into his shoulder and accepted the aid. He walked with you up the stairs, down the walkway to your bedroom. The last door on the path.
Nudging the door open with his foot, he crossed the threshold into your space. It appeared like the rest of the apartment, just more concentrated. A more pure embodiment of you. All the other parts of this place he'd seen had traces of your personality throughout, but each and every part of this room represented a piece of you.
He didn't spend any time snooping around or getting a better look. Like the perfect gentleman, he placed you in bed, draped a blanket over your body, and made sure you were situated. Then he retraced his steps back out into the hall. He headed down to the guest room and slipped inside, planning on taking care of himself and then passing out for the night.
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The next morning, Dick woke to a thudding on the wall behind his headboard. Knock. Knock. Knock. The noises pounded against the barrier in an even-rhythm, every second or so. He wasn't sure how long they'd been going on by the time he reached full consciousness. They'd invaded the last part of his dream, so he assumed maybe a few minutes.
Even though the sounds should probably concern him, all he felt was annoyance. The wall behind his bed was the one connected to Jason's. He figured the noises were a result of him working out or moving some things around. Maybe you two had gotten into another argument and he was packing his things in anger.
Dick dragged himself out of bed and stretched. He'd slept longer than usual last night. A lazy smile rose to his face as details came flooding back to him. How you'd felt around his fingers and whined for him to keep pleasuring you.
Once he'd figured out what the noise was about, maybe he'd head over to your room, see if you were up yet. It'd been less than twelve hours, but he was already craving another taste of you.
He stepped out into the hallway, walking in the direction of the room the noise was coming from. As he got closer, he could hear some grunting too. It sounded pretty intense. Either Jason was working out really hard or you'd really pissed him off. Maybe a combination of both.
"Hey, Jason. Some of us are trying to sleep. You don't need to compete with the construction crews around the rest of the city with all this-" he started to call out, but the words died in his throat as soon as he saw the source of the banging.
He felt like a flash grenade had gone off in the room he was looking into. The source of the loud sounds was no longer a mystery. It was coming from Jason's headboard slamming into the wall. The headboard was doing that because the man in question was kneeling on the bed with you pinned down in front of him, fucking you like he was an animal in heat. Dick saw your body jerk in panic as soon as you heard the sound of his voice close in.
"Jesus, man!" Dick said and spun away from the explicit sight before him. His mind reeled and tried to grasp onto what he just witnessed.
As he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he just saw Jason balls deep inside you, he also realized that the lewd noises weren't stopping. He slowly turned back to get another glance - just a curious one, he told himself.
His eyes found the two of you again. Jason kneeled on the edge of the bed. One of his large hands gripped your hip while the other held your face down against the pillows. Now that Dick was really listening, he could hear your little muffled whines and squeaks.
Jason's body glowed, flush from arousal and shimmering with a sheen of sweat. Your limbs were folded up like pieces of a portable chair. Dick tried not to focus on the flicker of heat in his gut, and instead, think about how even with another set of eyes, neither of you had stopped going at it. In your defense, he didn't think the decision was up to you. Jason had manhandled you into a position that gave him all the leverage.
Finally after another second or two, the other man looked his way.
"You need something, Dick?" Jason grunted as though he'd been interrupted while reading a book rather than pounding you into the mattress.
He blinked at him. "What are you doing?"
"Do you really have to ask that? You're not a prude, and you're far from innocent," he mocked. His voice was breathless as though he found some deep satisfaction in this act. Dick believed that. He'd felt how soft and tight your cunt was last night, warm enough to melt even someone as tough as Jason down a bit.
"I'm not a prude, but you could at least shut the door," he responded. The absurdity of this situation then began to dawn on him. He stepped closer to the bed. "Really, Jason. What the fuck are you doing? She's a client," he finally said.
That brought a laugh out of the younger man. "Client, huh? That's not what I was hearing last night when you had her out on the couch."
Dick tensed in the face of the accusation. Shit. He'd thought the two of you had been quiet enough. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 
"That's different..." he defended weakly.
In reality, he of course knew that it wasn't. Him fooling around with you last night was, on a technical level, no different from what Jason was doing now. Either one if found out by your father, their employer, would get them fired and possibly slapped with a lawsuit.
But he did feel it was honestly different on some level. He'd just been playing with you. Going along with your flirting. Having some fun. Jason was fucking you. Every thrust was like an act of revenge for all the pouting and whining and huffy glares. He bullied his cock deep into your cunt with every swing of his hips. Your body jolted from his momentum, your fingers curled around the edges of the pillow. It was intense and raw.
"It is not," Jason denied, "Plus, I thought you'd be happy. We're not arguing anymore. You wanted me to act cool with her? Well she thinks this is pretty fuckin' cool. Don't you, princess?"
Before you could mumble something against the satiny linens below you, he looped an arm around your neck and pulled you up against him. You squealed at the sharp angle this new position put you at. Your eyes rolled back, and the only sounds that came from your lips immediately were hazy babbles.
You eventually collected yourself enough to nod. He laughed in your ear, slotting his face right next to yours. You could feel his breaths against your cheek, his sweat smearing on your skin.
"Use your words, sweetheart," he purred.
A shudder coursed its way through you. Your dazed eyes opened just enough to connect with Dick's bright blue ones. You didn't know what to say, so you let out the easiest thing you could think of.
"F-feels good..."
Dick nearly winced at the fucked-out sound of your voice. It was sultry and slurred. If you weren't so disgustingly rich, he was sure you'd make a killing doing this stuff on camera.
His eyes scraped over the shape Jason had you propped in now. Your body was arched like a bow, tits bouncing with each of his thrusts. He had your arms hooked over one of his behind your back while his other was wrapped around your throat. Your chin rested on the thick muscles there. Saliva spilled from your mouth while the beginnings of tears pricked at your eyes.
Everything about it was turning him on, but he tried to disguise that fact. He shifted where he stood in an attempt to readjust himself and not let his cock fill out. But then his eyes caught on the slight bulge in your stomach. The faint outline that protruded in rhythm with the man behind you thrusting.
He almost came on the spot. A groan worked its way up his throat, and he ran a hand over his face into his messy hair.
Jason huffed out a laugh at the noise. "You should've seen her. She came in here trying to pick a fight. Probably a warm up before she scampered off to your room to get you to relieve her frustration."
"Nuh uh," you whimpered pitifully.
In response, he released your arms and shoved you down onto the mattress again. You whined at the force he put into slamming your face against the blankets. His hips rutted into you even harder too, clearing any further words of denial from your mind.
"I wasn't asking," he chided. He gave your ass a firm slap before holding onto your hips. 
You mewled and clawed at the soft bedding.
"Maybe you are being honest though. Maybe you didn't plan on getting Dick to help you out. You probably knew he couldn't give it to you like you needed," he said. His green eyes flitted up to the man standing beside the bed, letting him know it was an open challenge.
Dick knew he shouldn't take the bait. This was weird enough as it was, standing there and watching the two of you fuck. But wouldn't it be weirder not getting involved? If he just left, he'd still be half-hard. He'd probably skulk off back to his room to jerk off, and that would be more pathetic than whatever he was about to agree to.
"Sure, Jason. If that's what you have to tell yourself," he mocked, "She knows how good I can make her feel. She just knows that you're easier."
Jason’s usual scowl appears on his face. "You cracked first. Gave into her and acted all sweet," he grumbled.
"Yeah, but look at you. She didn't have to work at all to get you to fuck her," he taunted, "I'm sure she'll be so tempted to not act out anymore when this is how you deal with it."
He closed the gap between himself and the bed, reaching for your face. He cupped your jaw and tilted your head upwards to face him. Swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, he smirked at the cute, pouty look on your face.
Jason growled and tugged you back. His hips clapped against your ass. You whined in a mixture of pleasure and pain, screwing your eyes shut. He leaned over your body like a dog guarding its favorite toy while continuing to pound into you.
"You know I'm right," Dick said, "You're so rough because you know you have to compensate."
Now Jason was actually getting a little pissy. He was the one who made this competitive, but it didn't take much to trigger his temper.
He let go of your body and pulled out. "You think you can do better? Go ahead then," he said, gesturing to your twitching form. You whined at the emptiness you now felt, but it did nothing to change his mind. He gave you a quick swat between your legs, ripping a cry from you. 
"No whining, little brat," he said, "Not when you're getting so much attention. More than you deserve."
Dick watched with interest before connecting his stare with the other man's.
"You just want me to what? Strip down and fuck her?" he asked.
"Why not? Don't act like you don't want to. I can see the tent in your pants," he responded.
Looking down, he knew he was right. The front of his sweats had puffed out with his desire. He didn't bother feeling embarrassed about it right now though. Jason was shameless as could be, so why should he try to keep up an appearance of modesty?
He shrugged and began peeling off his t-shirt before pushing his pants and boxers to the floor. Both pieces crumple up next to his feet as his cock comes into view. He gives it a few lazy strokes while reaching for you.
You glanced up at him, your pupils dilating upon seeing his length. It was slightly skinnier than Jason's but just as long. Your mouth watered for a taste. He chuckled, your admiration stroking his ego.
"Come here, baby," he cooed, much more gentle than Jason.
The sound of his voice revived you from your fucked out state, and you were happy to be guided into his arms. He sat against the headboard and took you onto his lap. Pressing a few kisses to your lips, he ran his fingers down your jawline.
He knew he wouldn't have to do anything to get you ready. You were already dripping onto his thighs from the mess Jason left between your legs. He shifted you around by your waist, laying you back against his chest. The both of you faced Jason who sat at the end of the bed.
"You think you can ride for me?" he murmured against the shell of your ear.
Your legs were wobbly and your mind still felt a little cloudy from the euphoria Jason pumped into your veins, but you nodded anyways, not wanting to disappoint Dick.
He rewarded you with a grin and pecked your temple. "Such a good girl. Gonna show him how sweet you can be when you're treated right, huh?"
Again, you nodded, but he also caught Jason rolling his eyes.
You rose onto your feet and positioned yourself above his lap. He helped you out a little, lining his shaft up at your entrance and sliding it through your slick.
Slowly, you began sinking down on him. He couldn't help the choked moan that slipped out of his mouth. "Fuck, you're tight," he rasped.
You didn't let up, lowering yourself all the way down in one go. Your ass rested against his pelvis, and he gave you a few moments to adjust. Hell, he needed them too to catch his breath. He couldn't cum too quickly right now. Not with Jason watching. He'd never hear the end of it.
But eventually you do start to bounce. His hands hold onto the little divots in your side to help you keep balance. Your warm slippery walls squeeze around him with each of your movements.
More whiny sounds seep from your lips. They were higher-pitched than last night. Less drawn out and delirious. Each time you took him all the way, your hips jerked. He reached around, swirling his fingers over your clit.
"So sensitive," he teased.
You whimpered and continued to bounce yourself in haphazard bursts. Your pussy gushed for him, your juices dripping down to his balls. By the time you finished, there would be a wet patch for sure.
He tilted his head back against the headboard, just letting himself feel for a moment. Meanwhile, your eyes meet Jason's. He had a fist wrapped around his cock. He kept his strokes slow, as if trying to hide the fact that he was doing it at all.
"Feeling good?" he asked, but you know it was intended to mock you, "You like sweet and gentle? Better than how I do it?"
Before you could answer, Dick slammed you down on his cock. Your eyes fluttered, and you loosened up, allowing him to take over in lifting you up and down on his shaft.
"If you're asking, that means you know you're losing," Dick chimed in a sing-song voice.
That just spiked Jason’s blood pressure. He stood up. "My turn again," he demanded.
Dick openly laughed in his face while continuing to pump you like a fleshlight. "No," he said.
"Yeah. You've had your turn, now it's mine. Give her back," he said. He was getting more agitated because he realized how petulant he sounded.
It only brought more laughter from Dick. "Give her back? What is she? Your favorite doll or something?" he taunted, "It doesn't really seem like she wants to go back to you. I think I'll keep her here till she finishes."
"You're the one who interrupted."
"You're the one who practically invited me to."
"I don't care. You had enough time, now it's my turn to show you. I'll get her at fucking gunpoint if I have to."
Both of them knew he was just blowing off steam. When Jason got mad, he would say things like that without thinking twice. But you'd never heard his voice so gruff, dripping with the potential for violence. When he got pissed at you, he was annoyed and agitated. Frustrated more than anything else. This was something else, and it turned you on.
You clenched around Dick's cock and let out a shaky whine. They simultaneously dropped their bickering and looked at you. Dick slowed the pace as he eyed you, but Jason's lips curved upward. 
"Oh you like that idea?" he chuckled, "Thought you were afraid of guns, princess?"
"I- I am," you said, trying to backtrack.
His dark locks swayed from side to side as he shook his head. The moment he headed towards the nightstand Dick knew what he was doing.
"Jason-" he started, but his gun was already in his hand. The dark pistol pointed towards you.
"Come here," he said.
Your eyes widened, thighs quivering as Dick stopped moving you and let you slide off of him. He watched as his cock slid out of you, still coated in your arousal. You crawled forward towards the man pointing the gun at you.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair when you were close enough and dragged you the rest of the way. His cock kicked at the yelp you let out.
"That's a good girl. You know to come when you're called," he praised.
You whimpered in response, looking up at him with wide, puppy-eyes. He didn't soften in the slightest though. Scooping you from behind, he dumped you onto your back.
"Spread your legs for me nice and wide," he directed. You clasped your own legs behind the knee and made sure there was ample room for him to get at your center.
The gun remained aimed at you. It kept your heart pumping so hard you could hear it in your ears. A sick combination of fear and lust ran through your limbs. Jason didn't mind the shakiness though. With his free hand, he guided his thick cock back to your entrance and slid right in.
"Fuck, you take it so well for such a prissy little thing," he growled.
He didn't give you the adjustment period like Dick had. Instead, he pushed all the way in and then dragged his hips back before slamming in again. You mewled at the stretch. The sweet burn of him splitting your cunt open.
"Jason..." Dick said again in the tone of a parent about to count to three.
Jason didn't drop it though. He leaned forward, pressing the cool metal barrel against your shoulder and folding you in half under his bulky frame. He was so deep inside you that you couldn't really say he was thrusting anymore. Just grinding his hips. Deep, even rolls. Those tears that had been teasing you before leaked out freely now. You hiccuped out a broken sob as he continued fucking you within an inch of your life.
"She's fine," he grunted, trying to suppress a moan of his own, "Fuck... you know I'm careful."
It was true. Dick didn't actually believe Jason would shoot you, but still, this felt like the exact opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. This was probably the most danger you'd been in over the course of your entire life. It was definitely the first time you'd had a gun aimed at you.
Heat sweltered between you and Jason, making it almost impossible to breathe. Your head lolled back in search of some relief. Some semblance of breathing room. But he was just all around you. Every part of your body felt under his control.
Your vision went spotty for a moment, but when you came back, you saw Dick's face above yours. Jason had leaned back a bit, allowing you to cool down. His hips maintained a steady rhythm though. 
The older man stared down at you, stroking your cheek gently. He swiped your tears away with your thumb. His palms kept your head cradled as if you were the most precious, fragile thing in the world. It just made you cry more.
"You're so pretty crying like that," he crooned. His knuckles swept over your heated skin. "Such a sweet girl. Not used to getting it so rough."
"She'll be used to it by the time the month is over," Jason said. He put the gun aside now, using both hands to hold onto you.
Dick rolled his eyes and continued showering you with soft words and tender touches. It was like each half of your body was in a separate world.
You could tell Jason was close by the way his thrusts were becoming more sporadic. His breaths puffed out in harsh pants while his fingers gripped you tight enough to bruise. Luckily, you were getting there too.
The only one left behind was Dick, but he wasn't worried. He had the patience for you.
Jason thumbed your clit, dragging you the rest of the way to the finish line. You came with a scream so loud that both of them were thankful the penthouse suite meant no neighbors to hear you. Your body quivered and convulsed. You sobbed out cries for both of them. Your hands flew to Dick's wrist to hold onto something.
Jason kept pumping into you for a few moments more, but you were tight as a vise. He knew he was about to cum, and he knew he should pull out. But as he was going to, you locked your shaky legs around him and shook your head.
"I'm-" you tried before cutting yourself off with a whimper, "I'm on the pill."
In that moment, it was like he heard an angel speak to him. He slammed into you as hard as he could and collapsed onto your body. His larger chest crushed you against the bed, his face nuzzling into your neck as he spilled himself inside you. You swore you heard him whine, but it was hard to tell with everything going on.
He fucked his cum into you, not pulling out until he was completely satisfied. Once he was and that dreamy bliss of post-release had settled over him, he reluctantly rolled off and landed next to you flat on his back. His chest rose and fell with deep, slow breaths.
But you weren't done yet. Dick slid around to where he had been and pushed his cock into your hole that was still leaking Jason's cum.
"The best goes on last," he teased with a lazy smirk.
He sighed, his long lashes dusting his cheeks at the sensation. His grip was much softer. He took his thrusts slower too, knowing your poor pussy was aching from how rough Jason got.
You whimpered and twitched at the slight overstimulation.
"Shhh, doing good for me," he cooed, "Pussy's so warm and soft. She wants me. I’ll make her feel all better."
The sounds coming from where your bodies connected were absolutely obscene. And even though Dick wasn't going as fast, he was getting just as deep. His tip brushed your sweet spot over and over. Your toes curled and your back arched. This time it was Jason you held onto. You gripped his hand tight as you could, and he let you. He didn't baby you like Dick did, but he allowed you the comfort of his large, warm palm around yours.
You were totally gone by the time Dick was ready to let go. He angled his hips to guide you into another release. Your walls fluttered around his length. His head tilted back and he let out a groan, feeling his own peak bubble up inside him.
He came inside too, pumping your cunt full of another load. Like Jason, he fucked it all in. He stayed snug in the tight grip of your pussy for a moment before pulling out. Sticky, white cum gushed out, dripping down onto the bed.
Dick landed on the opposite side of you from Jason. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.
The three of you laid in silence for a little while. For you, it was out of pure exhaustion. You wondered if it was that for them too, or if they were processing what they'd done. The lines they'd crossed and the secret they'd now have to keep.
But you didn't get the chance to dwell on it for too long because soon enough, Dick guided you off the bed.
"Let's get you cleaned up," he said.
With a hand on the small of your back, he led you to your bedroom and into the en-suite bathroom. You assumed Jason stayed behind to take care of the bedding, but you didn't ask.
Dick drew you a bath and helped you in. He did like he said he would, cleaned you up. Every move he made he did so with all the care in the world. Gentle hands wiping the dried drool and tear streaks from your face.
When you were done, he helped you out and dried you off. He let you go about the other parts of putting yourself back together on your own, taking a few moments to tend to himself. 
You didn't know how the rest of the day would look. If things would be awkward now or if they just wouldn't acknowledge what happened. You waited on your bed for Dick, dressed in a pair of fresh clothes and your skin smooth after being lathered in lotion.
He came in after you a few minutes later. Immediately, your fears of things being weird were extinguished by the smile he gave you. The same charming one he'd had since a few days ago. He climbed on the bed with you and laid back against your pillows. You followed in suit, leaning your head against his shoulder.
You were content like this, just relaxing with him. In the back of his mind, he knew this was the quietest you'd been since he arrived.
Moments later the door opened and Jason came in. He crossed the room without a word. You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but he basically answered the question when he reached the other side of your bed.
He laid down next to you like Dick had on your other side. You eyed him suspiciously. Never would you have imagined he'd willingly spend time with you. He caught the look though and gave it his usual frown.
"What?" he scoffed, "I was the one actually hired to watch you. I gotta make sure you're not getting into trouble."
Unlike before, his speaking didn't provoke you to whine or insult. Instead, you smiled and wrapped your arm around his bicep.
"It's ok. I won't make you admit that you wanna cuddle too," you grinned.
He shook his head in denial. "I'm just doing my job," he asserted, "Plus, I think I won the contest, so it only makes sense that I'm the one who stays with you."
"Hey, we never decided on a winner," Dick cut in.
"I mean, we didn't have to because it was pretty obvious."
"Well we got a whole month, so if you're so confident, we can always have a rematch later," Dick challenged.
"Um, you guys didn't even ask for my vote on who I think won," you interrupted with a pout.
They both turn their eyes to you. For once, Jason didn’t look at you with total disdain. In this moment, you could see some fondness under the top coat of annoyance.
"There's that attitude. I guess it was naive of me to hope we fucked it out of you," he said.
Dick chuckled at that. "It'll take a couple more rounds before that's even a real possibility."
You glared at the both of them, but like Jason, your eyes didn't hold real anger or frustration now. Only the hope that they'd try to put you back in line again.
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gloomwitchwrites · 5 months ago
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Good evening to you. I thought about writing you many times but never had the courage to do so 😅 I saw a TikTok Trend some time ago and thought about the Reaction from our beloved task Force 141. How would they react when you "accidentally" sent them the message "He just left our house, you can come now. He'll be gone for some time". Basically pranking them by implying something shady. You can ignore this if it's weird of course. Thank you for your time and amazing writing 🙏😊
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I'm so glad you finally got the courage to send in a request because I had so much fun with this one! Many many thanks because I pretty much cackled and giggled the whole time I wrote this. I'm not exaggerating. I adored this prompt. It not only gave me room for a little humor, but it also gave me the opportunity to be a little naughty!
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Task Force 141 x Female Reader
Content & Warnings (MDNI): established relationship, pranks & shenanigans, suggestive themes, mild sexual content, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, swearing, possessive behavior
Word Count: 1.5k
ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series
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John Price
Five minutes.
Five. Minutes.
Five minutes and you're already causing problems.
John isn't surprised. Not in the least. Sometimes, you enjoy being on your worst behavior just because it stirs him into a frenzy.
John is sitting at a stoplight, staring down at his phone screen. A car honks but he ignores it.
He's gone. Come over.
There isn't anyone else. John knows this explicitly. Not because he completely trusts you—which he does—but because he knows your exact location at all times. He knows what you search on your phone and what things you look at on the internet. And because he knows that, he knows you're just trying to take the piss.
Locking his phone screen, John turns on his blinker. A few turns later and he's back home, marching through the door. He's not mad. Far from it. You just need a good lesson—a good spanking. Over his knee with a bare ass. That way he can watch it bounce, watch as you wiggle and squirm, hear you whimper, and watch as your arousal grows with each strike.
Then, and only then, will he keep you under him. Which is what you want anyway.
John walks silently and with purpose, approaching you as you casually lounge on the couch.
"You're home early."
John ignores the jab. "You're on one today, cabbage."
"Whatever do you mean?"
John holds up his phone. "Think I'm going to believe this?"
Your eyes widen but John can see the bluff. "I meant to send that to—"
"To me," interrupts John. “You meant to send it to me.”
"To a friend,” you correct, but John notices the smile you attempt to hide. “I meant to send it to a friend.”
No. You wanted John to come home—to be a bit neurotic, even a little possessive.
"Fine," growls John. "I'll bite."
He places one hand on the top of the back cushion while the other rests above your head. He leans in, lowering his voice.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Show me you mean it."
You tuck your knees in, drawing back your top and removing your lounge pants. When they're gone, you spread wide, revealing your glistening pussy. Your arousal is clear, and John cannot wait to sink inside.
"That's my good girl."
John "Soap" MacTavish
You sent the texts not long after Johnny left for work.
He’s gone. Won’t be home for hours. Come over.
At first, you believed that Johnny would get those texts and immediately turn around, to head home and bust down the door. He did no such thing. He didn’t even respond. Not a peep from him. You spent the rest of the day in limbo, unsure if Johnny received the texts at all.
So, when he does come home, you expect him to say something.
“Hey you,” he murmurs, going in for a kiss.
“How was work?” you ask.
“Good,” he replies, heading down the hall to the bedroom. “Had a briefing. We’ll be heading out for a mission next week.”
“Do you know when exactly?” you ask.
“Tuesday!” he calls back.
Nothing. This man is completely glossing over the fact that you sent those texts to him. When he reappears in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, you nearly swoon at his bare chest and stomach.
“What did you get up to today?” he asks, sauntering over to grasp your hips and pull you close.
“Nothing much,” you reply, and Johnny hums in reply, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“You know,” he says after a beat, fishing out his phone from his pocket. “You did send me a few odd texts earlier.” He taps away at the screen at turns it around to show you.
The texts you sent are right there, glowing brightly.
“Oh, those—”
“I checked the cameras.”
“Cameras?” you choke. “What cameras?”
Johnny grins and then he’s tapping away at his phone again. When he shifts the screen around, you see yourself and him in real time. You turn to the corner of the room from where the feed is coming from.
“I never saw anyone come over. But I did see this.”
Tapping again, he changes to an earlier time during the day. It’s a feed of the bedroom, and you’re masturbating. Johnny ups the volume and you hear yourself moan.
“There’s this, too,” he says, switching to the night before when he had you on all fours, ass in the air.
“Johnny!”
He tightens his hand on your hip, keeping you close. Lowering his voice, Johnny grins. “Try again, love.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
You watch from the window as Simon’s car pulls out of the drive. You wait until he turns the corner before unlocking your phone and selecting his name.
He’s just left. Come over.
With a wicked grin, you hit send, knowing that the texts will reach Simon any second. Leaning against the window, you wait, and then smile wider as Simon’s car sharply turns the corner and speeds down the street back to the house.
He’s hardly parked the car before he’s exiting the vehicle, storming toward the house, malicious intent clear with every step. With a triumphant giggle, you rush to the bedroom and flop onto the bed, pretending that you’re up to nothing at all.
You hear the front door slam, then Simon’s thunderous footsteps followed by doors opening and closing. Sprawling out across the bed, you tap away at your phone, acting like you're not bothered at all.
When he appears in the doorway, you deliberately ignore him for five long seconds before you casually turn your head and smile.
"You're home early," you observe.
Simon looms in the doorway. "What the bloody hell was that text about?"
"What text?" you shrug, all innocence.
Simon, deadpan, replies "He's just left. Come over."
"Oh. That was for a friend."
"Which friend?"
"A friend."
Simon slowly walks up to the side of the bed. "You're fucking with me."
"Don't know what you're on about, Simon."
The murderous demeanor you saw earlier melts away, leaving behind a mischievous glint that you know all too well. With a viper-like quickness, Simon grasps your ankle and yanks you to the end of the bed.
"Simon!" you shriek, but he's already flipping you over onto your stomach.
He plants both knees on either side of you, keeping you trapped beneath him, his large hands coming down on your wrists to pin them above your head.
"Was last night not enough?" he asks, voice a gruff whisper. "Or do you need another lesson?"
You lift your head as Simon transfers both wrists beneath one hand. He has his phone, tapping away at the screen.
'What are you doing?"
"Telling Price I'm not coming in."
"But you're scheduled."
Simon locks the phone and then tosses it to the side. "He'll understand." Pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, his voice drops to a breathy whisper. "I have a woman to breed."
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
It's cruel, perhaps. Even mean. But getting Kyle worked up is so goddamn sweet.
He’s protective, sometimes even a bit possessive, and nothing is hotter to you than watching him stake his claim.
Which is why you sent those texts in the first place—a way to make his heartrate spike.
He just left. He'll be gone for hours.
Kyle bursts through the bedroom door, his chest heaving as if he just ran several miles.
“Where are they?” he asks, voice a growl.
Kyle heads for the bathroom. Throwing open the door, he storms inside, but finding nothing, retreats back into the bedroom.
"Where's who?" you ask in mock innocence as Kyle opens the closet, pushing aside clothes as if he’ll find someone hiding there.
Kyle exits the closet, hands on his hips. “I saw the texts.”
“What texts?” You casually retrieve your phone, already knowing what you’ll find there. Opening up the messaging app, you click on Kyle’s name, and laugh.
“Sorry,” you giggle. “I meant to send that to a friend.”
Kyle’s eyes shut, and the sigh he makes is so loud you laugh harder. Clutching his own phone in his hand, Kyle shakes it in his fist.
“You’re having a laugh,” he says.
"No," you giggle. "Just a mistake."
That thin line becomes a smirk. Kyle tosses his phone onto the bed and you immediately know you’re done for.
“I know you, love. Think you’re clever, yeah?”
He saunters forward, and you push up onto your hands, sliding back along the bed.
“Kyle,” you warn.
“Tricking me just to get me home. For what? Think I’m going to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you?”
Yes. That’s exactly what I think.
You scoot away, sinking into the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Kyle matches your movements until he’s nearly horizontal over you.
“You’re right,” he continues. “I will.” His gaze roams over your body and then returns to your face. “But first, I’m going to train you into never making a silly mistake like that ever again.”
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truthdarespinbottles · 1 year ago
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Literally dreading going to work tomorrow
#at least i dont have my co taught class tomorrow#bc it turns out my co teacher is a huge bitch trying to start drama#shes literally in her 50s and im fucking 24#and shes bad mouthing me to the principal#i found out bc i had a pre-observation meeting with my principal (all new teachers to the school are getting a principal observation)#and my principal started out with “hey i saw that email CoTeacher sent you a few weeks ago and it was appallinh#extremely unprofessional and cruel#and while i knew my coteacher had CCd my mentor teacher and the instructional coach#she must have BCCd the principal because i never saw her name anywhere in the email chain#i thought it wasnt a big deal and i was overreacting to the inital email (i cried for like three hours)#bc neither my mentor teacher nor the instructional coach ever added to the email chain or mentioned it to me#but now im thinking they just missed it because it was at the semester change#bc it was a terrible email#she basically told me (in professional language) that im a fucking failure and shouldnt be a teacher and am a liability for the school#(she literally did use the word liability)#and was overall treating me like a stupid kid#but then next time i saw her irl (after a five day weekend) she was all smiles and talked as though nothing had happened#so i figured i must have misunderstood or something and decided it was water under the bridge#but learning that she fucking BCCd the principal and the principal found it extremely rude and unprofessional#im second guessing EVERY interaction ive ever had with my coteacher#i thought we had a half decent working relationship#but now i absolutely do not trust her one bit#gonna ask my mentor teacher if we can talk after school
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navybrat817 · 2 months ago
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Just to See You Smile
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Your emotions get the better of you at work, and someone just wants you to smile again.
Word Count: Over 1.1k
Warnings: Crying, bit of low self-esteem, fluff, sweetness, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Not in a great headspace at work (and won't be for the rest of the week), so I wrote this small thing. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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It wasn't professional to cry at work. Letting your emotions get the better of you was something to do off the clock. You could usually grin and bear it on the bad days but today was more difficult than usual and you could explain why. Everything just felt heavy, like the weight of the world was pushing you into the ground until it buried you. Until you couldn't breathe. And you didn't make it to the bathroom in time before the tears came. 
At least no one saw you. 
Grabbing a tissue to wipe your face after a few minutes, you studied yourself in the mirror. While you didn't have a full breakdown, it would've been obvious to anyone looking at you that you cried thanks to your puffy eyes. Maybe if you kept your head down and buried yourself in your work for a bit no one would notice. It wasn't like anyone noticed you anyway. No one really talked to you outside of needing help with an issue. 
A reliable teammate, and nothing more. 
With a deep breath, you walked out of the bathroom and told yourself not to cry again until you got home. But you were so busy keeping your head down that you ran straight into a wall. Well, not a wall, but you did hit something solid. Firm. Warm. 
“Shit, I’m sorry.” The soft baritone sent tingles down your spine. So did the gentle grip on your arms. “Are you okay?” 
Lifting your gaze, you gasped and stared into a pair of startling blue eyes. Your cheeks warmed under the intense focus. Jesus, you walked right into Bucky Barnes. Crying in the bathroom was bad enough, you had to crash right into a super soldier who smelled like heaven and looked like a god?
“I think so,” you answered, your eyes wide when he stepped back to assess you. For a moment, you pretended he was looking at you and holding you as if you mattered. “Really, I’m fine. It was my fault for running into you, so I’m sorry.”
Your heart nearly ceased to beat when he gave you a small smile. Did he realize how it lit up the blue of his eyes? He didn't smile much when he roamed the halls, but he spared a smile for you. “You’re more than welcome to bump into me.” 
“I… Really?” you asked, your cheeks hot all over again. Bucky knew your name, had repeated it back to you when he introduced himself to you, but he kept to himself when he wasn't on missions. Surely, he didn't want you bumping into him. He was just teasing, being nice. 
But what if he wasn't just being nice?
So many thoughts raced through your mind when his thumbs grazed your skin. “Yeah, really.” 
“Oh.” You giggled, a small sound, and it was nice to think that he was flirting with you.
That feeling didn't last long when his eyes filled with concern. “Are you sure you're okay?” he asked, sweeping his gaze along your face. Had he figured out that you wept not too long ago? “You can tell me if you aren't.”
Your heart turned over at the sincerity in his tone. He wasn't asking just to ask, and it meant more than he knew that he wanted to know. But when you opened your mouth, ready to tell him that it was a rough day, you shut it just as quickly. He didn't need to hear about that. He had more important things to deal with than someone forgettable like you. 
After all, he was a hero and you were… well, you. 
“I just…” 
He raised an eyebrow. “Just what?”
You realized you were holding your breath with him so close and finally exhaled. “I just need to get back to work, Sergeant Barnes. That’s all.” You tried to smile at him, but he could likely see the strain behind it. Though you considered yourself invisible to many, he was too observant not to notice.
He stepped further away and let his hands fall to his sides. While he didn't look convinced by your answer, he respectfully didn't push it. “Call me Bucky,” he whispered.
“Bucky,” you whispered, tasting his name on your tongue.
“And I’m around if you ever want to talk. I don't mind,” he offered, gently brushing past you and making you shiver all over again. 
“Thanks,” you managed to say, turning to gaze after him. You may have checked him out, too, because you couldn't help yourself. Not when he wore those tactical pants so well. “Really, Bucky. Thank you. It means a lot,” you called after him. 
He didn't have to ask how you were doing or offer you anything, but he did. 
He stopped to give you another smile over his shoulder. “You're welcome,” he said. Your knees nearly gave out, but you smiled back before he walked around the corner. 
“What a man…” you whispered, fanning yourself and briefly forgetting that you were at work and that you had a job to do. 
As you straightened up and headed back to your desk, you spotted something that wasn't there before- a candy bar. Your favorite candy bar in fact. Intrigue filled you when you saw the note beside it, but you didn't recognize the handwriting. 
“Something sweet to put your sweet smile back on your face.”
You warmly smiled and hugged the candy bar and note to your chest. All this time you thought you were invisible, but someone cared and paid attention enough to leave a treat for you. The small gesture made a world of difference in your day, like Bucky offering you kindness. You selfishly wanted him to be the one who left the candy bar, too. 
A girl could dream. 
What you didn't realize was that Bucky was right around the corner, his heart racing and smiling to himself as you enjoyed your treat. You tried to blend in with your surroundings, but you stuck out to him in the most wonderful way. You had from the start. 
What you also didn't know was that he spotted your tears when you left your desk minutes ago, nor did you know that he rushed to get your favorite candy bar from the vending machine nearby while you were gone. He wasn't sure what upset you, but the sight of your tears broke his heart. He wished he would've had time to get flowers, but he hoped the small pick me up helped you feel a bit better. 
And maybe tomorrow if luck was on his side he could talk to you, treat you to lunch, and keep that sweet smile on your face. 
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Look, I love the idea of Bucky leaving all sorts of treats and trinkets for you because he's awesome like that. Also, please be kind to yourself. You lovelies deserve good things. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
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szatears · 2 months ago
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inked all over, stack.
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summary: stack comes back to you with a new surprise, one that you must say suits him a little too well.
pairing: modernau!stack x blackfem!reader
warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, use of the n word, descriptions of reader.
notes: modernau!stack has finally arrived! ever since i made that post about smoke and stack w tattoos i couldn't get it out of my head so here we are! also switched up the pov to third person for this one. ignore any errors, did not proofread at all. smoke version coming soon :)
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"Goddamn, you said how long?!" Stack's eyes widened as he leaned back in the tattoo chair, sat opposite his tattoo artist, Deuce.
"We're looking at 'bout six hours?" Deuce laughed seeing the expression on his client's face.
Stack was always at Deuce's parlour when he wanted a piece done on his body, he didn't trust anyone else to do it for him. Same with his brother. Today, he walked in wanting to get something he had on his mind for months.
"Six hours? Nigga, I'ma need you to cut it down to like, two and a half. My lady already pissed I ain't wake her up with a kiss this morning," he blew out a breath, thinking about the messages his wife had left him a few hours ago.
He'd been up since the early hours, and it was almost 4 o'clock now. He was only meant to be out running a few errands with Smoke and some by himself, but he just couldn't get the tattoo out of his mind.
Deuce laughed, nodding his head as he placed the drawing of what Stack wanted on his forearm. "This good for you?"
Stack looked down at the placement, a faint smile on his lips. He couldn't wait to see her reaction to this. "Yeah, it's good."
He knew how the process would go, he just hoped he'd be back home at a reasonable time to not get his ass chewed out. Mrs. Moore didn't play like that.
He made himself comfortable, his arm out on the extendable part of the bed to allow Deuce to do his work. Many Men by 50 Cent played through the speakers, and Stack pulled his phone out of his pockets before Deuce started tattooing.
He already had a few tattoos, but he still wasn't too used to the pain. Smoke on the other hand? Stack would say "you could tattoo that nigga's eyeball and he won't even flinch."
Stack had put a lot of thought into this piece. It would be the beginning of a sleeve he hoped to complete later on, but to him, this was the most important part of it. It had the typical designs of a sleeve ─── shaded clouds with the sun peeking through, cursive writing with some red for that pop. But it was what was written that held the most meaning to him.
With time, Stack came to realise that one of his wife's favourite ways of expressing her love to him was through words. It could be something simple, like telling him she was proud of him or that he was doing well with everything. Or it would be more, like a note in the morning before she left to go somewhere, or one of the many texts she sent him throughout the day.
One of these letters stuck with him the most. In it, she wrote about how he'd become such an important part of her life, the tie that held them together growing stronger each day. The exact words he was getting tattooed on his arm were "you're my favourite person and my forever person, i got you always," something she never failed to mention to him.
It was obvious how in love the two were. You rarely saw them without the other, and even if they were, it wouldn't take long for either to mention the other.
Along with the words, Stack added her lipstick print that she always signed her letters off with. He knew he'd be making a joke soon enough about how her lips were always gonna be on him now.
The rest of the piece had some other smaller yet intricate designs, he told Deuce he could freehand whatever, he trusted him like that.
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Surprisingly, Deuce actually managed to cut his estimated time in half, finishing the tattoo almost three hours later. As Deuce finished taking pictures and wrapping Stack's arm, his phone rang, looking down at the caller id to see his wife's name with a heart next to it. He accepted the facetime, smiling at the mug on her face.
"Why are you smiling? You must like playing with your life..." she mumbled, fixing her hair in the camera frame.
"I can't be happy to see you no more?" He chuckled, watching her fight back a small smile. "You look good."
"I know," she leaned her face closer to her camera. "Where are you? Come home already."
"I'ma be home in a minute, mama, I'm at the shop with Deuce," Stack turned his camera to face the man who was tidying up his supplies as he held up a peace sign.
"Hey, Deuce. So you're the reason my man's out til these hours when he said he'd only be gone for two tops?" Her head tilted as Deuce laughed.
"It ain't my fault he picks the tricky designs."
"Design─── Baby, you got a new piece?" All of a sudden the frown on her face was wiped off, replaced with a smile.
"Yeah, I did. Look at you, smilin' over there," Stack laughed as he got up from the bed, reaching into his pocket to pull out a stack of 50s, handing it to Deuce.
Before he could even complain about being given too much money, Stack gave him a look. "You really gon' make me argue with my lady on the phone?"
"No, sir," Deuce smiled, putting the money away.
"Aight, til next time Deuce."
He grabbed his coat and left the shop, opening the door to his car that was parked right at the front. "You need me to bring anything, baby?" he looked down at his phone as he put on his seatbelt, seeing his wife already staring at him. The smile that graced his face was just his natural reaction to seeing her; he couldn't get enough of her,
"Could you get some more fruit from Mama Glo's corner? If she's still open."
"Yeah. You gon' stay on the phone?"
"No, I'm gonna take a shower real quick. But I'll see you soon, handsome. I love you," she kissed the camera.
"I love you too."
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Stack came back with a brown paper bag containing the fruit his wife had asked for, closing the front door with his foot. He slipped his trainers off, walking to the kitchen and placing the fruit on the counter. When he didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming down to greet him, he tilted his head, making his way up the stairs.
He found her lying on their bed, dressed only in a bra and a small pair of shorts. She turned her head to the door when she heard the floorboards creak, a smile on her face as she set her phone down on the bedside table.
Stack smiled at her smile, his hands resting on her waist as she stood in front of him. His frame slightly towered over hers, his head dipping down a little to kiss her lips.
"Nice of you to come home, Elias," she hummed into the kiss.
"You know I could never be away from you for too long." His words were like music to her eyes as she used the hands that were around his neck to softly run her fingers over his skin.
"I got your fruit," he told her, tapping her hip twice so she'd let him go briefly, letting him take off his shirt. It was only when he took off the black muscle t-shirt that he wore, that she let her eyes run over the tattoos that adorned his chest and back before she remembered the reason he went out.
She let her eyes wander over him whilst he put his phone on charge, finally spotting the wrapped part of his right arm. Stack glanced at her, noticing how quiet she'd gotten. "You wanna see it?" he laughed at how eagerly she nodded in response to his question.
He stepped closer to her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as she stood between his legs. He slowly took off the wrapping of the tattoo, much to his wife's impatience. When he finally revealed the finished work of art, the look on her face made his impulse decision ten times worth it.
He let her gently run her hands over the ink, waiting for to notice what made it even more special. He watched her face closely as her eyes flickered over his forearm, holding it with so much care. It wasn't until she turned his hand over so his palm was facing her, that she saw the writing.
"Elias..." she whispered, a pout on her face as she ran over the words and the copy of her lips.
"You like it?" he smiled at her, flashing his gold caps.
"Like it? Baby, I'm in love with it, oh my God," she couldn't tear her eyes off it. Throughout their relationship, Stack would always say something along the lines of "I'ma get your name tatted on my face," but this was far more meaningful.
"Good, 'cause it hurt like a bitch," he mumbled, pulling her into his lap. He kissed the side of her face as she held onto his arm. "I love you more than life itself."
"I love you endlessly," she took his face in both her hands, kissing him.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
He turned his head into the kiss, letting his lips leave hers to kiss down her neck to her collar. He flipped them over, bringing her to lay back down in the middle of the bed.
Her hands ran down his toned arms, massaging his broad shoulders. She let her fingers trace over the inked parts of his skin that she could reach, having memorised where every part was.
Stack used his knee to nudge her legs apart, letting him slot in between them as he kissed her. His tongue danced with hers whilst she held him closer to her face by the back of his neck. Her soft moans only encouraged him more, as did the growing friction her hips created against his.
"Yeah, you gon' have to come up outta these," he mumbled against her lips as his hands fumbled down to her shorts, pulling them down her legs.
"Elias..." she whispered, tugging at his belt. She was almost naked whilst he was still half clothed.
He smiled at her, pulling away from her lips to kiss a trail down to her pelvis. "Hold on, baby. I wanna make you feel good first." He kissed her clit over the lacy underwear she wore, and she shuddered, leaning back further into the pillows.
Stack used his thumb to rub her clothed clit, watching how her legs started to close around his hand. "Baby, please," she whined, and it didn't take long for him to give in to her pleas, taking off her underwear.
Just as quick as he had done that, his head lowered closer to her core, his mouth latching onto her creaming opening. His tongue licked up and down, his hand holding either side of her hips as he ate her out. She let out a loud moan, her hands gripping the back of his head.
"Fuck, baby, just like that," she breathed out, her eyes fluttering with pleasure.
"Yeah?" he mumbled against her, the vibrations just adding to the feeling.
Stack lapped at her for all she was worth, the unholy sounds emitting from her lips and his work. He used his thumb to rub her clit as he continued to work her away with his tongue. She writhed underneath him, feeling that familiar coil inside of her begin to surface.
"Why you moving away, huh? You can take it mama, I know you can," he assured her, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he briefly looked up at her. The sight alone almost made her cum right there; his mustache and goatee coated in her fluids.
She couldn't keep it in, especially when he went back to her with his tongue, his two fingers pumping in and out just as fast. "Shit, I'm gonna─── Oh, my God," her moans aligned with her release, all over his mouth.
Stack continued to eat her out through her high, her hips grinding into his face as he sought more. "Baby let up," she groaned, trying to push his face away.
"One more, baby. For me?" How could she say no when he was making feel that good?
It wasn't long before she came again, her body letting up as Stack cleaned her up. Only he could make her tap out like that.
He finally moved his head from between her legs, hovering over her as she grabbed his face, pulling him down for a messy kiss. She licked over his lips, moaning at the taste of her on him. His hand travelled to her throat, the same arm that was newly inked now right in front of her.
Stack's tattoos were such a turn on, it was almost impossible to describe. If he wanted to make her orgasm fast, all he had to do was talk her through it, or have her analyse his tattoos. Easy.
"You not tapping out on me, are you?" he smirked, as she gave him a lazy smile. She could feel his dick through his pants at her entrance. Shaking her head, she let go of him to take his belt off, eyes on him as she pulled him out of his boxers.
He briefly got up to take them off all the way, before he settled back between her legs, hiking them up his hips. She let her arms rest over his shoulders as he pushed in, both of them groaning.
He fit so perfectly with her, and he made her feel that way every time, through sex or not. The sound of skin slapping soon took over the room, as did their moans.
Stack ground his hips into hers, his head resting in the crook of her neck, leaving small love bites where he could.
"You're doing me so good, E," she whispered lowly in his ear which only spurred him on. He picked up his pace, finding that spot of hers that had her arching into him.
"Like that, baby? Hm?" he asked as she could only not in reply, too far into it to speak actual words. Stack fucked her so good, without fail every time.
He looked down at where they connected briefly, fascinated by her precious pussy taking him in so well. "You're doing so good for me, pretty." he told her, his eyes back on hers.
She managed to keep the contact for a few moments before he had her eyes rolling at the back of her head, her muscled walls clenching around his dick.
He grunted at that, feeling himself close to unravelling. But like he always did, he wanted her to come first.
"I'm almost there, E, keep going─── Yeahhhh, just like that," she moaned, whining even as she felt herself about to come for the third time. She held his head to her face as he kissed her, groaning as she reached closer and closer to her climax.
"Fuck!" she screamed as he cum coated his dick, spilling out as he fucked her through it.
"You got it baby, shit, I'm gonna cum too, hold on," his words trailed off to a whisper as he came in her, her eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to the overbearing amount of pleasure only her man could give her.
Stack's thrusts slowed down as he pushed his seed back in her, a lazy smirk on her face as she watched him do so. He pulled out slowly, gently laying on top of her. She brought her legs around his waist, kissing his temple as they caught their breath.
"Damn," Stack sighed happily. "Might have to get my whole body tatted up now."
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