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neopuppy · 2 years

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Sleep Therapy (M)

Pairing. demon Jaemin x femaler reader

Genre. That Boys Is A Monster AU, life after Be There For You, explicit smut, M/F, dark fic

Warnings. heavy dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m serious. thanks.), somnophilia, breeding, rough and unprotected sex, impreg kink, demon lore, camera use, praise, degradation, obsessive behavior

WC. 6.6(6)k

Now Playing. Slept So Long/Jay Gordon

‘Just wanted to watch you sleep. Wanted to be part of your dreams.’

It’s been hours.

It’s been days.

It’s been weeks.

Herbal teas, over the counter Melatonin, even prescribed sleep medication that could knock out a small child for days scattered your living room table; piled up only to mock you.

Useless, all of it completely useless as you enter another night of restless sleep.

Debilitated by lack of rest has forced you to take a sabbatical from work, per the suggestion of your regular physician. One week at the hospital under careful watch had you in tears every morning, pleading for something to help you. Anything.

It was more than the bags formed under your eyes. Hallucinations had become a reoccurring issue the longer you walked around like a living dead girl, unclear visions of men transforming into monsters; nightmares turned into reality.

“A sleep clinic might be our last hope,” your physician shrugs, having only reached this point with you after insisting you must be exaggerating. “I’ve contacted Dr. Na at the Vision Clinic, he’s the best Somnologist in the district. You should be in great hands.”

Great hands.

Great hands that led up to built up arms confined in a lab coat. Broad shoulders and a warm handsome smile that seems too blinding to even stare at for much long.

Dr. Na floats around his desk to greet you, light as a feather with the most calm of demeanors.

He smells lovely, soothing in a way similar to a hot stove warming up holiday cookies. Nothing too strong, but just enough to pick up a whiff of as he embraces your hand in greeting.

“My new patient.” He speaks with sparkling pearly white teeth on display. Every inch of him is a reminder of how wealthy Doctors are, from the silver Rolex watch adorning his wrist down to his freshly shined designer shoes.

He manages to maintain warmth in his gaze despite the obvious differences between the two of you.

Greasy hair, flesh empty of life and sweats you’ve turned into daily wear paired with fluffy Ugg slippers stand before him on your meek frame. Shyly nodding when he double checks how to pronounce your name and directs you to sit.

Dr. Na seemed too young to be a seasoned professional in this field. He couldn’t be much older than his mid-twenties. Albeit difficult to truly take him in full admiration as he sits against the ledge of the large crimson wooden oak desk placed in the center of his office. He takes time to run through your chart again, repeating the things you’ve heard for months now. No prior health issues or concerning conditions, a proper diet and lifestyle, nothing that could conclude how you’d end up here.

“How’s your caffeine intake?” Dr. Na asks with a charming lift at the corners of his mouth.

“Haven’t had any in two months now.”

“There are many causes behind insomnia.” Dr. Na nods, scribbling notes down while explaining. “I’ll schedule an MRI scan for later today to conduce if this could be connected to a chemical imbalance.”

“Chemical imbalance?”

“Emotional stress, perhaps trauma, lifestyle changes.” He smiles, akin to the way a Kindergarten teacher may when speaking to a naive child. “We will figure it out.”

Scribbling a few more notes, Dr. Na rips out a section of paper instructing you to head down to the cafeteria designated for patients to eat a proper meal. “I’ll be sending out the order for new medication to try. When it arrives at your room please make sure to follow the nurses directions and take them all. I will come by to check on you as soon as I have an open window of time.”

Dr. Na shifts to stand, the full size of him shadowed above your frail exhausted frame. “We’ll see how your nightmares play out this evening, once I can look through your MRI scan results we can move on to other options, such as hypnosis.”

“Hypnosis?” Even your speech comes out in a lazy drawl. Tongue heavy and dry, dizzy on your feet when you get up to head down. Already aware that you wouldn’t be eating much, even lifting a fork to your lips drained you.

“Of course, it’s one of my specialties.” He chuckles. “Might sound silly but I have a real knack for mind control, you’d be surprised how easy it is to dominate the human mind. It’s easier than training an animal.”

If it wasn’t for the speckled white dots infiltrating your vision, you might’ve noticed the slight change in Dr. Na’s expression. The flicker of black consuming his iris, the drag of his tongue across his upper row of teeth, and the amused hum passing through his throat as he takes in your appearance up close.

It’s been hours.

It’s been days.

It’s been weeks.

It’s been longer than that, months of watching you come in and out of your apartment. Endless days of parking far enough across from you to fly under your radar.

There was no rush, until there was.

Suddenly you had a companion walking you to your car after work, you had a reason to shop for pretty dresses, you sprayed more perfume on and smiled to yourself when opening up notifications on your phone.

Suddenly you felt further away, distracted by him. The stupid new much too friendly Economics professor who had found a way to stayed plastered to your side.

It’s too late anyway.

The sound of Jaemin’s knuckles cracked, echoing loud enough to lift your head with a glance around the coffee shop you frequented. He stayed leaned back in a corner less lit up, less noticeable, especially to someone as oblivious as you.

Someone so carefree and innocent, someone who didn’t even bother to make sure to grab the right drink from the counter when the barista called out your name. It was too easy to blindside you, drop a concoction of sleep medication in your cup as he picked up a quad shot Americano sitting near your milky vanilla latte.

Sip after sip had you yawning despite the powerful caffeine. Time and time again your usual morning pick-me-up failed you, to the point that you argued with the baristas about changing ingredients and formula.

It was too late.

Half asleep and drowsy, your key prodded at your front door in frustration, collapsing against it with your eyes shut and a crushed sigh.

The trap had been laid out, more out of enjoying the breakdown of watching you suffer and lose interests in everything the more you stayed awake night after night.

It made him laugh, entertained pulling on invisible puppet strings where he watched from down the hall as you crumbled to your knees, whining desperately for the key to unlock your apartment.

Weak, a perfect victim.

Jaemin had spent time finding you, it hadn’t been easy. Escaping hell never is afterall, bargains had to be made.

A vessel for his spawn, a strong healthy human vessel that could survive demonic childbirth. That was Johnny’s demands.

‘More than 1, I expect you to bring back many.’

You’d only be the first of the batch, the first to carry his lineage, the first to take his seed and hand over every bit of strength your little body had left in it after he finished.

and you’re perfect, immaculate in every way to carry his first child. The epitome of woman from the inside out. The sole purpose of your existence to be bred full, nothing but a hole to fuck.

Jaemin can’t deny the sick pleasure he gets just from watching you nearly pass out at your front door. A bump on your head the next day would be the only hint of what possibly took place. The bulky arms cradling your limp figure to bed would feel like a faded memory, the sound of your door being kicked shut, nothing more than a foreign thought, a distorted picture of a man hovering above you stripping off your clothing to settle you into your bed more of a nightmare than a dream.

Demons don’t have hearts, they don’t feel, they don’t care.

But you’d always be the first.

You’d always be special in comparison to the rest. The first kill of the hunt, the first prey to fall victim, the conquest alone would be more monumental than any of the rest. You’d be his favorite memory, the one he chose first.

Hunger and ache to destroy mattered more, and as his thick fingers dragged down your stomach, following the path of breaths lifting your ribs higher and lower, he salivates. He swallows at a dry itch at the bottom of his throat, fingers crushing your waist to dip in harder.

“Sleep tight princess.” He always spoke to you, a mere muffled sound in your mind.

Muffled sounds, staggered breaths, heavy weight suppressing your lungs and throat. Pain and fear, a dark sensation followed whenever the recollection of thoughts swarmed around.

It could be after a shower, brushing through your hair, applying lotion, dressing for work. The shadowed memory of something you can’t prove ever happened lingers.

Not even the pain in your lower back, the soreness between your thighs or marks blooming across your skin make any sense. Every idea or thought only seemed less plausible. No sign of break in, no clue to indicate intrusion to your home.

The thought of a demon stalking you day and night would never cross your mind.

Demons aren’t real.

Religion had never been an interest for you, your family hadn’t pushed any beliefs to follow. Most of what you’d learn about religious mythology stemmed from horror films, and demons just seemed like such an outlandish idea. A joke.

Why would you ever assume the doctor assigned to solve your problems could be the root of them.

Jaemin watches you sleep for the hundredth time, removing the crisp white lab coat to hang on a hook. He sits near the special bed for out-patients, away from the noise of machines and heart monitors. It’s quiet, peaceful and calm even as you sweat, breathe heavily and twist to hide your face.

Ruined. Mind deteriorated by dark evil, by happenings you have no control over.

It’s not the first time he’s visited your slumbering figure, your bare skin more ingrained in his mind than your clothed one.

The doors locked, nurses working the night shift too busy with sick patients to check on someone knocked out with sleep disorder.

Upon Dr. Na’s instructions no one should come by. As he undoes the buttons of his smooth ironed shirt he grins to himself. A camera’s set up in the room to capture your sleep schedule, how often you wake, if you sleep at all.

The dosage of medication you consumed tonight would be enough to tranquilize even a large dog. There’s no way you’d wake up tonight.

He didn’t want you to remember tonight, as much as the thought of your eyes fluttering open letting out a shrill scream when you see the visual above you made his cock twitch. A tingle burned from the bottom of his spine to his throat. It’d be fun to have you half-lucid, shouting and begging for him to stop.

But it’s more appealing to watch your arm flop limp at your side. Entertained by the way you seem uncomfortable even as you sleep.

Special.

Jaemin thinks about it, pushing the hospital gown up past your waist. He sucks at saliva filling his cheeks taking in the cute pair of light rosey toned panties hiding your center. You’re not even wet, yet, not that he cares. His cock only hardens thinking about it, smoothing down the expanse of your inner thighs. You’ll struggle more to take his size, cry and curl in to get away. Grip at the sheets by your head for some semblance, for anything to ground you and focus your pain elsewhere.

It’s not the first time he’s slowly tugged off your underwear. It’s not the first time he’s stretched your thighs open as far as they’re willing to go. The small scrunch in your nose informing him the pull hurts your hips, it aches up to your groin.

This is good, Jaemin thinks, this is good because he wants you to remember this. He wants you to know you’ve been claimed, fucked by something devilish and unholy. Touched and destroyed by sin in its human form. He wants you to see how well you take it, how your pilant body still manages to jerk and roll up seeking more of his length to dig deeper inside of you.

Tossing your underwear aside, he pauses to blink at the red light flashing on the camera. Recording everything he’s about to do.

He’s waited, waited so long that his cock twitches fiercely against his thigh at the visual of your exposed cunt.

Jaemin wants to take his time, savor the natural scent flowing from your middle. Drag his fingers aimlessly between your folds until you slicken up obscenely, bite every inch of skin, slap and knead handfuls of meaty flesh in a rough manner. Turn you on your stomach to force your ass up in his face, push your pussy folds open just to watch your hole plead. Empty. Begging for a fucking demon to fuck you even if it hurts, even if you don’t actually want it.

He wants to take his time, but he can’t. It’s been months of pulling out, jerking off on your pretty face, cooing and mewling above your cum splattered stomach. Smearing the warm arousal up your chest dreaming of the day he pours load after load inside of you.

and it’s time, it’s time to ruin you for good. Force your unconscious body to take and take.

One hand delicately tugs and strokes himself, hissing as he jerks away from his thumb rubbing across the head. Precum gathered there smearing around the tip, coating it in a thin layer of sticky gloss. His other hand works away the gown hiding your full breasts, ripping off the flimsy garment easily. Easy access to strip a patient, easier access to have you bare and ready for him.

His breath staggers, gliding the pads of his fingers down your chest. Your sternum rising and falling as a human should, because you’re full of life, full of emotions and feelings he could never understand anymore.

The connection to his human self evaded his memory years ago. Void of the life he once had, lifeless, mindless and consumed by nothing but the desire to create pain. To watch a stupid human like you in agony.

A stupid, stupid, pretty little human. Nothing more than a warm blood filled fleshlight to fuck.

Jaemin lets out a chuckle, dropping his neck back to stroke himself above your stomach. Slapping down the middle of your abdomen a few times just to watch your skin tremble beneath, just to picture how far deep inside of you he can reach. With your hips pushed up and expanded, he knows you’ll birth a child for him easily. A new spawn to create a powerful army in hell. The first of his bloodline to lead and carry on the fight for evil.

He knows you’ll make it through, because he won’t give you a choice.

Rubbing the head of his cock up from where your stomach dips to your navel, he almost wishes you’d wake up. Your weak arms would push up, slap his chest, punch his arms, burst into tears with protests.

That will come, in time.

In the meantime, he prods your belly button, smirking at the thought of fucking you there too. Fucking every hole on you just for fun, because who fucking cares what the king of hell demanded. Jaemin’s going to fuck you until only his needs are met and fulfilled.

The thought races through him spine to balls, hunching forward as he shifts on his knees. The bed dipping and creaking under his weight, switching to rub the tip on your clit.

Still dry.

Dry but warm. Warm enough to be incinerated by the jagged rub of his size passing between your folds. It’s dry, but it’s fucking good, just to feel your fleshy folds struggle along his veiny stiff rod. Just to feel your skin pucker against the sticky pre-cum coating areas of his shaft.

He grunts, rubbing his cock against the plush feel of your parted pussy folds, sneaking quick glimpses of your hole— so tight and closed up. Too tight to take his size without it hurting, without ruining your pussy to only take his cock.

He’s way too big, and he knows it. He knows it from the amount of times he's played with you, just swiping against your cunt. Teasing himself to the point of mind-numbing overstimulation by putting in just the tip. Whimpering even in your sleep from the push ripping you open.

Sucking at the drool lining his bottom lip, he staggers for a minute, pushing side to side against your pussy. Lazily drawing his eyelids up to take in your angelic face once more, so much purity and tenderness. All of it soon to be his.

The slumber you’ve drifted off into isn’t peaceful in the least. It’s hot, weighing down on your chest, an itch passing through your nerves. Running through endless hallways filled with doors leading to nothing, nothing but black emptiness.

It’s been Jaemin all along, smoothing your hair away from your face. Snaking his lips over your body layering patterns of kisses. Jerking off for hours on your face, chest, stomach, anywhere he felt like.

He thinks about it again, nudging in not even half of the tip against your resistant entrance. A rubber band-like snap pinches around the width of his size. The skin sucking around him already appears damaged, further arousing him to inflict pain upon you, to make it hurt. Make it hurt knowing you have no choice but to take it and enjoy it against your will.

Groping your jaw with one thick hand, he turns your restless passed out face to watch him; easy to picture your eyes shooting up full of red vessels and tears. It burns from his chest to his lower back, swiveling his hips to push in the rest of the tip of his length. The bulbous mushroom shaped cap suffocates inside of you. Dry and tight as fuck, he thinks fervently, hissing between his teeth shining under the dim light as his lips part in moan.

It’s more than good just to feel you choke around the tip, your mouth falling open with a staggered breath allowing him to pinch and roll your plump bottom lip between his fingers.

Jaemin pauses, once more absorbing just how lifeless and limp you lay spread open. Part of him craves for you to wake, to stare up in shock paralyzed by fear, to be able to relive the torture he’s prepared to demonstrate. To enjoy it, because you’re actually nothing but a filthy slut; his own little human fuck doll.

It’s time. It’s finally time.

Saliva drenched digits drag down your chin, the center of your throat, dipping between your exposed breasts. Hardened pebbled nipples peak upward, more stiff from the chilled air circulating the room than excitement. You’re too unaware to feel aroused or anxious, too lucid, lost in the nightmare grappling you through hell.

Even if you were to wake up, Jaemin would only fuck you harder, tackle you down to take, take, take.

A shot of exhilaration curls through his gut, tugging his spine toward his navel as he hunches closer with one hand planted by your head to stay propped up. Jaemin’s gaze locks on your core, a pussy made just for him, because it doesn’t matter who fucked you before. He’d be the last.

The slow drag out of you draws an anguished sounds from the back of his throat. He needs to see you one more time, one more time before he claims and makes you useless for anyone else.

With a fist wrapped around his length, his other hand palms your cunt, shoving your swelling slit open to see the full visual of your hole. So empty, tiny, like a fucking virgin.

It really makes his head spin for a minute, rubbing the pad of his finger in a circular motion over your entrance. The airy gurgle that escapes your lungs shoots his eyes wide, focused on your face burying into a pillow. He tugs on himself a few more times, mindlessly rolling two digits over the precum that won’t stop leaking. He needs to fuck you, now.

Stifling a grunt, Jaemin shifts an inch closer, wrapping a thick bicep under your thigh to spread you open more. The head of his cock swipes between your core, slapping down heavy. Heavy and loud despite the lack of wet to clash against. Wedged up as close as possible between your thighs, and Jaemin has to grit his teeth to contain a growl. Pushing his hips forward to rub the underside of his cock against your clit, he wants to let out a throaty cry; a muted sound of pain when he feels it.

You’re clenching around nothing, seeking something.. someone to fuck you. Unaware of what your body is even asking him to do. Each drag spurs your hole to clamp down more, the first push of wetness spewing out smears against his balls. His throat tightens up swiping between you again, the tip teasing and brushing against your entrance without entering.

Jaemin’s nostrils suck in, inhaling a deep breath as he watches his cock bounce off your fleshy folds in slow-like-motion. Nasty, so nasty and raw, wet for anyone like the textbook definition of a fucking whore.

The next stroke along his cock glides easily, wet from your dripping pussy, wet because your body wants him whether you’re awake or not. He doesn’t care, but he knows it, he knows from the way you stare. The dreams you have of him not even under his influence.

Pressing at your hole again has him drooling, laving at the innerwalls of his mouth to collect the saliva that won’t stop from pouring.

“Fuck.” Jaemin finally grunts, biting down on his teeth as he sinks inside of you. It’s wet and tighter than he could have ever imagined. The hand wrapped around himself hardly comparable after many nights spent jerking off on your backside.

A smooth thrust fills you up eagerly, a perfect fit making it too hard to hold back from cramming into you balls deep.

Jaemin stills for a minute, long eyelashes fan on the tops of his cheeks. Swallowing harsh enough for his Adam's apple to visibly bob up and down the length of his dipped back neck. “So fucking good, just like I knew you would be.”

Palms scramble along the sides of your thighs, grinding forward to watch your mouth fall open again. A silent cry he wants to hear echo through the room simply not enough. Reaching for your waist, Jaemin pins your upper half to the bed, wiggling his hips to keep your thighs around his sides.

“Wet like a whore.” Jaemin snickers, clicking his tongue along the backs of his teeth. The painful circle of his hips fills the room with gasped whines, grinning to himself because you’re enjoying it. You like getting fucked, even in your sleep. He could care less with the sole mission to breed you full of cum consuming his head. He thrusts finally, the head of his size catching on your hole earning a louder moan.

The warmth gripping his dick feels mind-numbing, the most he’s felt in months since hunting you down, and his pace alters immediately as the feeling finally gets to him. You’re his for the taking, his and only his.

“Mine.” Jaemin mutters to himself, ruthlessly thrusting back into you in a jerky motion. It’d be painful if you were awake, his pace alternating from meticulously deep rolls of his hips to sloppy, aggressive and messy. The sound of wetness more overbearing than the clap of your skin colliding.

He’s frantic, knowing he can fuck you like his as long as he pleases, and you can’t do anything about it.

Jaemin’s thick arms bracket your head, nose hovered above your lips. Moan after moan sounding more excruciating than the last. Fucking into your tight cunt like a man who just discovered the glory of a fleshlight, reckless abandonment. The ache against your groin and thighs one guaranteed to last for weeks to come.

“So fucking good for me angel.” Jaemin praises, head thrown back when you clench around him. It makes him laugh like a maniac, amused by the idea of you listening, hearing everything he says. Dropping his face to your throat, he licks up your jaw to your earlobe, nibbling before he whispers. “Pretty baby loves getting fucked like a slut.”

A sigh sings from your lips, the prettiest sigh he’s ever heard. A sigh that runs in circles throughout his mind, turning to drop his cheek against yours with wide eyes focused on shut ones. The heavy weight of your eyelids taunting him, pushing him to fuck harder for just a glimpse of your hidden iris.

He could cum off that alone, and it punches through him with the next thrust, burying his thick fat length as deep inside of you as he can. Surely deep enough to rip through your insides, the weight of his heavy cock poking between your pressed together stomachs with each pointed thrust.

Jaemin’s obsessed with the grip your pussy gives, needing to feel you lock you and struggle to take him through your unwanted pleasure once more. Snaking his hand between your connected lower halves, he roughly rubs at your engorged clit, fat between his fingers from neglect. The need to cum more prevalent for the both of you than he cares about, but it feels too good to force his size past your shrunken entrance.

“You’re so fucking good for me. You don’t even know.” Jaemin babbles to himself, nose digging into your cheekbone to quiet the groan ripping through his chest. The sound of your wetness fills the room up in the most obscene way, splashing against his thighs and stomach with each impactful land of his hips.

“Ah—fuck!” A string of curses soars free, jostling you up the hospital bed that struggles to stay in place as he fucks you at a near inhumane pace. The whites of your eyes gleam with his next thrust, rolled back from the powerful hit that arches your back involuntarily.

“Fuck you all night, gonna fuck you everyday.”

Jaemin cries out, ripping a chunk of your hair with a balled up fist to unveil the column of your throat, biting down as the coiling heat in his gut becomes too overwhelming.

And he cums, screaming with his teeth dug into your skin. Bits of flesh scraped off by his sharp canine teeth, but still not enough to wake you, even as you let out a weak moan intensely squirting release around his size.

It’s almost too hard to stay put inside of you, having to realign his weight to keep his cock in despite the wet arousal bursting trying to shove him out.

It’s more desperate than he wanted, to fuck you like he owns you, because he does now. You’re his from inside out now. You’ll always be his.

Jaemin’s flopping down to his stomach, pushing your pussy folds open to ensure every drop of cum disappears. He has to fight back the urge to lean in, slurp of the slick wet coating your labia to watch your hole convulse, twitch and swallow down the white mess of cum passing through.

“We always have tomorrow to keep trying.” He grins wolfishly, throwing your gown back on without a care. “and the day after that.”

The camera shuts off, near the end of it’s battery life, and he thinks the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Scooting back toward your heaving figure, he leisurely trails up one of your thighs, playfully pushing them apart to memorize how damaged he’s left you. A fat wad of cum bubbles deep in your stretched out hole, gaped around nothing, sore and painful looking.

When morning comes you’ll wonder again why your body hurts so much. You’ll cry miserably, losing your patience, ready to end your battle, ready to give up. That’s what Jaemin wants anyway.

“Goodnight angel.”

It’s been over a week now of staying at the clinic, and you feel worse than when you arrived.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good nights sleep?”

The questions rhetorical, not that you’d be able to decipher the true meaning behind your doctors words.

Between nightmares altering reality and mixing up different prescribed medications, you no longer had a grasp on time. Nothing felt real anymore, even the metal table before you reflecting your exhausted lifeless appearance felt like some horrific illusion.

“I can’t remember.”

Dr. Na leans closer to you with his elbows propped on the table to perch his chin in his hands. A soft yet devious smile painted on his lips as he watches you lose your fight.

“I’ll show you what you have forgotten.”

Dr. Na could say anything to you at this point really. Beyond the horrific visions taking over your brain, your body felt like it was breaking down on you. Every muscle sore, even your bones ached, new marks of bruising appeared everyday.

“I believe, I’ve figured out what’s keeping you awake.” The doctor says, turning to a rolly table at his side. Click clacks of typing sounds throughout the empty room, clearing his throat as he turns a black screen to face you.

“You have?”

Dr. Na stands, he smooths back a bang piece of hair that's fallen loose. The lab coat fitting his frame perfectly begins to slip from his wide shoulders and he removes it without breaking eye contact.

“You see, you’re a special case to me.” He continues, rounding the table to stand behind where you sit with his heavy palms weighing down on your slumped shoulders. “I’ve invested so much time and energy into you.”

Dr. Na’s lips pout behind you, gathering your hair off to one side to tickle down the side of your marked up throat. Marks left behind from his ruthless grip choking away your breath while he fucked you harder and deeper without anything or anyone to restrain him.

“In return, I need you to listen.”

“Doctor?” He could be speaking a foreign language as far as you’re concerned. Tilting your chin to the side to look up at him, your forehead wrinkles confused, met with the always handsome comforting face. Big doe eyes that round in a precious way that makes you feel as if everything will be ok.

“Shh shh” pinching your chin, Dr. Na turns you to face the screen, leaning the weight of his chest against the back of your head as he reaches over. Fingers click down, a video of your sleeping figure taking over the laptop screen.

“Did I do something in my sleep?” You wonder, watching as you struggle to stay still. Your feet kick the more you turn side to side, it’s uncomfortable to see yourself in distress.

“Not quite, angel.” Dr. Na huffs, continuing to push his chest closer to you. He has you hunched in closer, face lit up by the screen. Surprised as the doctor appears, and bright red eyes flash in the direction of the camera. A glitch because of the dim-lighting, you decide. “But I did.”

It’s shocking, disgusting, and humiliating to see what happens next. The choked gasp that pours from your mouth trapped by a large hand slapping down on your lips.

“You see, I chose you sweetie.” Dr. Na’s tone falls an octave, the sugary sweetness behind his words disappearing. “This whole time, I molded you, prepared you for this.”

He nods, pushing his other hand down to grip and hold your stomach. “To carry my future child, to birth my spawn.”

Screams go muffled beneath the palm splayed over your mouth, shoved up with an arm belted around your waist to bend over on the table. Dr. Na rips at the hospital gown covering your backside, arching your neck with his powerful hold on your face to force you to continue watching him take advantage and use your body.

“I said shush!” He sounds more demonic now, displaying an inhuman strength as he shreds off your underwear. The chill air floating through the room smacks your core quickly sending your knees to clink together. Fearful as you watch the man on screen rip you open from the inside. “Almost liked you better asleep.”

He has the audacity to laugh when tears trickle down his fingers, kicking your thighs open with a knee as he plants against your bent body. The cool table melting against your heated flesh with his hips smacking into your bottom. Three fingers shove into your mouth as you attempt to scream for help, someone, anyone to hear you and stop what happens next.

“You see,” fingers drag up the backs of your thighs, gripping roughly where they land on your ass to spread you apart. Sucking in air between his teeth at the sight of your ruined hole, swollen and painfully stretched from the amount of times he’s fucked you through the night now. “You’re perfectly healthy, couldn’t be better. A little stupid, but you’re human afterall.”

He doesn’t explain more than that, thrusting his fingers deeper into your mouth to quiet the coughs and cries spilling out of you. The sound of a zipper opening has you weakly attempting to thrash back, fight him off.

He’s too big, he’s too strong, too powerful to kick away.

The first touch of his bare skin shoots your eyes open, crying out as his girth lands against your core.

He’s too big. He’s too fucking big, and he’ll break you.

Pleads fall empty trying to pray for mercy, his cock only leaking out more spurts of precum as a murmured ‘please God’ sounds.

“God can’t help you now, sweet little angel.” He sneers, rubbing the length of his size between your folds just as he begins to on the screen. The hold on your jaw forces you to watch each action, to watch the way he manipulates your body to do as he pleases.

“Don’t want it princess?” He grunts shakily, growling in his chest because you’re already wet. So fucking nasty, hot and wet between your thighs, canting back to meet his cock ramming against your meaty folds. “But look at how much you loved it.”

He shakes your head in a mocking manner, much like a child being punished for uttering a bad word. The screen too blurry behind your tears, but the image is clear enough to see your doctor take advantage of you in your most innocent helpless state.

“Please, please doctor…please.”

The sound of his tongue clicking in dismay echoes like a jeer, circling your entrance with the tip the more you plead. “Jaemin. Enough of this bullshit doctor act.”

Nothing he says to you makes sense anymore, incapacitated by his weight crushing your feeble body to the table. Deeming your pussy wet enough, he scoots forward to sandwich past your clamped thighs, kicking a foot roughly between your knees for more leverage. He wants it to hurt, wants you to scream to make up for all the times he’s let you enjoy it, wants to see you cry and beg for him to stop.

One swoop forward gives him exactly what he desires, shallowly fucking his full heavy girth in even with how tight you still manage to be. The video on screen displays a similar act, different in position, lacking the blood curdling screams and cries you let out as he mocks and laughs.

“So pretty baby, you’re so pretty for me.” Jaemin licks at his upper lip, jostling against you a few times as he turns you by your chin to look at him, cracking your neck with the strain. “Can I fuck you? Huh?”

He laughs again, an arrogant disgusting laugh, emphasizing the question with another piston of his hips. “Can I? My sweet angel can take it. You already have.”

It’s too easy, you’re nothing but a mindless hole succumbed to his strength. The man behind you more demonic than anything, the gentle features of your concerned doctor turned dark, menacing, purely evil.

His hips hammer wildly, keeping your face turned to the side to watch the way he ravages your body. To watch him destroy and rip away your soul.

Every choked miserable cry you let out only heightens his pleasure, snapping his hips brutally against your backside. The pain hits from both ends with each dig of your thighs and pelvic bone cutting against the table.

“You were tighter the other night.” He spits, wadding up saliva to aim at the middle of your fast. The nasty thick wetness trickling from the bridge of your nose to the puddle of snot and drool accumulated on your lips. “Already fucking loose, you know what that means?”

Fingers squeeze past his relentless hips, shoving between your buttcheeks to scratch at your rim earning a shriek and scurry of your feet to get away. The sadistic laugh that booms out behind you sending shrill fear up your spine, tightening up around the length punching in and out of you with intention to hurt.

“Ah, fuck, yeah. Like that.” Jaemin pushes back, choking your neck from behind to hold you down. Palm smacking down angrily on your rim. “but not today.”

He reaches around, finding your clit between his middle and index finger to pinch and roll until you lift onto your tippy toes with a gurgled scream. “Can’t fuck a baby into you back there.”

“Doctor, please! Stop!” Between heavy breaths and sniffles, Jaemin keeps laughing, biting on his lips from the conflict in your tone. Your pussy locked around his length begging for more the louder you cry and protests.

“Don’t have to beg.” He taunts, licking up your back to bite down on your jaw, his fingers continuing to pleasure your bundle of nerves incessantly. “Gonna fuck you full of cum regardless. You’re so wet for me princess.”

It’s sick, sensing the last semblance of energy leaving your fingertips, the hold you had on the table goes numb, shaking against your will as orgasm rips through you making Jaemin growl and fuck harder past the convulsing around his size. He crushes against you completely, knocking your lungs free of all air, desperately twitching as he paints your insides once again.

He’s quick to recover, faster than you can process, pulling out to throw you down onto your knees and stroke the last spurts of cum onto your lips before you can try to crawl away.

“You’re mine now.” Dr. Na’s chest beats up and down drenched in sweat. You shouldn’t like it, but as you wait for the bile to rise up your esophagus you can’t look away. The pads of his fingers clean your chin, pushing release past your swollen abused lips. Nodding with his chin that you swallow it all.

“What did I just say?” He tuts, pushing two digits down on the middle of your tongue until you cough and choke. Jerking out with a river of drool streaming out onto the floor, onto his designer loafers.

“I’m yours.” You repeat, sniffling with a cough as the tangy taste of cum lodges in your throat. It’s everywhere, rubbed raw onto your skin, stuck between your teeth. The statement is nothing but true as he watches you swallow.

“Exactly.” Dr. Na scoops you up, perched on the edge of the table to slap your thighs open. “You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget that.”

#jaemin smut #na jaemin smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct jaemin #jaemin fanfic #na jaemin fanfic #nct dream fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #neopuppy fics #jaemin imagines #onek #jaemin scenarios #nct dream imagines

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Paranoid [Mike Schmidt x Reader]

“Don’t need nobody knowing , because I’m paranoid , of things I can’t avoid , just like me NEEDING you”

Mike was fine just last week, and now with the new night job he had gotten he’s crashed down within one day. You are Abby’s new baby sitter, due to Max not ever picking up Mike’s call which you thought was weird, because Max was always there for Mike when he needed her around.

Mike has been trying to avoid you at all cost, because just like everyone else in his life, they’ve left (including Max), and he doesn’t want Abby to be crushed knowing she loved you as much as he does. You and Mike have been friends since high-school, well on and off friends, but when you both are close you two are never inseparable. With this new job though, you’re beginning to think that Mike’s having another episode.

You were just reading a new book you had bought that week when you heard your phone ringing for you. Walking to the kitchen, you answered it and heard uneasy breathing. “Mike..?” You whispered out, unsure of who it is. Though if you had to guess, it’d definitely be your best friend because no one knows your house number other than him, and a few family members and one other friend.

You hummed, “id love to mike. But we both really need to have a chat when you get home, and I know you don’t like those chats but you just can’t leave me in the dust without saying anything.” Silence appeared on the other line of the phone call.

Sighing, you continued. “What time do you need me to be there for?”

“8.. or 9.. either or.” He shrugged with the answer he gave you. You nodded, and you’ve forgotten that he couldn’t see you through the phone. “Oh okay,” you respond quickly. “I’ll see you at nine then.” You placed the phone back onto the wall, leaning back onto the counter and running your hand through your hair. “Shoot, what have I done?” You whispered to yourself.

It was 8:55, and you lived on the other side of Mike’s house, so you locked your doors and walked over the street towards the one in front of you. You knocked, in the rhythm you and Mike would only know. Mike answered a second later; a relief is witnessed on his face. You walk inside the room, thanking him for holding the door. “Thank you,” he spoke. “For coming. Max never picked up her phone call and it was either you or her…” he indicated the lady that Abby most absolutely disliked. “Yeah.. think I’m the good choice to go with.” You chuckled out.

“Well, foods in the fridge on the bottom right and there are some drinks as well. Make yourself comfortable, and if the couch isn’t comfy you’re always welcomed to my room…” he trailed off. “Thanks Mike.” You responded. Abby came out of her room hearing another voice, and being correct as she was, she smiled upon seeing you. “No Max today Mike?” He responded, “nope.” She smiled widely at you. “Last time you were here you promised to play tea party with me and my friends. Can we do that tonight pleaseee?” She whined out. You nodded with a giggle following out of your lips.

As you were talking to Abby, Mike was watching the scene unfold. He felt a wave of anxiety has been taken off his body. “Alright you know the drill, I’ll be back home at 6:30.” Mike spoke. “Also, thank you really … it means a lot to me that you’ve came.” And that was the last thing that was said up until 6:30.

Like Mike said, he was home at 6:30. The lights of the front porch was off, the glass door locked from the inside, and the brown door just a tad bit open. He grabbed the spare key that he put in the pot, just in case, and opened up the door and placed the key back to where it was before.

The T.V was left on, though no sound was coming from it and everything was left off. He saw the make shift bed you built on the couch, but didn’t see you on there. So, taking off his shoes and placing his vest on the table, he quietly walked over to his room.

He opened the door, only to see that you weren’t also in his bed. Though it was messy and wasn’t the way how he last saw it. Mike looked over to the restroom to see the light open, and he heard the sound of water going and spit draining out into the sink. He slowly opened the door,, only to spook you out of your socks. “Jesus Mike,” you whispered. “Had me worried I didn’t lock the door last night.” You finished off. “M sorry,” he apologized.

“Thank you,” Mike said. “For watching Abby tonight.” He grabbed out his wallet, about to take a twenty out to give it to you but you stopped him. “The only payment I will be taking is the explanation as to why you’ve been avoiding me.” You spoke. Mike chewed his lips. He knew this was coming, but he didn’t know it would’ve been as soon as he came home.

He sighed. Might as well get it over with. “I’ve been avoiding you since I feel like you might leave me,” he flat out told you. No hiding the truth. “I mean come on, Garrett left. My parents left. Lady we don’t really mention around here wants nothing to do with me and Abby, and now Max has been avoiding us as well now. I’m just scared—” he hiccuped out. Tears were rolling down his face.

“Just scared you’d leave me. So I decided to leave first myself, so that Abby wouldn’t get hurt. She really loves you, you know. I do too. But I can’t risk her getting hurt over and over again, like me, I don’t want that to happen to—” he was trying to talk, but you threw yourself at Mike and wrapped your arms around him. You left gentle kisses along his neck. “I’d never leave you Mike.” You whispered, your face coming into view with him.

He hummed. “You’d never leave me?” “I promise, id never leave you. You are far too interesting to just up and leave. And plus, I love Abby. She is my favorite Schmidt.” You giggled. Mike rolled his eyes playfully. “Whatever you say…”

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #michael afton #william afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa afton #fnaf au #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #fnaf bonnie #fnaf chica #fnaf foxy #fnaf freddy #Spotify

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Gold and Gravel ~2k words, marcnaia immediately post-Aragon 2024

Pecco has been watching the patch of sunlight on the wall of his motorhome change shade and shape for the last several hours. White fades to gold; the rectangle slants into a diamond as the sun slants towards the horizon. Good, he thinks. The sooner it sets, the sooner he can set this wretched weekend behind him.

If he closes his eyes, strains his ears to listen, he can still hear the cheers and chants of Marc’s fans. It’s not so loud, anymore— the roar giving way to a low and distant rumble, like thunder on the horizon. Going out like the tide, washing into the streets of Alcañiz. It will go on all night, he is sure of it. And maybe if things were different he’d be celebrating too— if he’d taken Acosta’s place, or better, Martin’s— if he had shared the podium with Marc again. Alex could have joined them too, but that possibility is gone now. Buried in the gravel, crushed somewhere in the mess of metal and limbs.

Pecco shudders. Shifts the ice pack on his shoulder that has long since melted. It’s not his fault, he knows. The stewards said it wasn’t, laid the blame evenly between them— but the guilt creeps in all the same. At very least he was too harsh on Alex after the race. He’d meant it then— hurting and angry and embarrassed— he wouldn’t say it now.

Because if he were better, he would have known not to take the risk. If he were better, he’d deserve the title he may as well have handed to Martin. If he were better, he wouldn’t have been battling Alex at all— would have been running at the front. Fighting with Marc, maybe, like they had three years ago.

He sighs. Maybe if he were better he would be able to rein in his thoughts, wouldn’t be sitting here spinning his wheels and going nowhere. He’ll be up all night, at this rate, unless Carola comes and drags him to bed.

There’s a knock at the door. Pecco winces as he pushes himself up onto his elbows. It’s probably Bez, he usually likes to stop by after a bad race, so he heaves himself the rest of the way up, walks stiffly to the door and opens it.

And stands there, blinking in surprise, because— it’s Marc, on the other side of the door, one hand fiddling with his watch.

It takes at least a minute for Pecco’s brain to reboot. When it does, all he’s able to say is a quiet, questioning, “Uh, hi?” because— this is the last place Marc should be, today.

“Hi,” Marc says. “Can… can I come in?” he asks, a moment later, and Pecco realizes he’s been blocking the doorway.

“Yeah, of course,” he says, stepping aside.

He follows Marc in, goes to the counter and sits on it. Marc leans on the table opposite him— Pecco watches as he glances over, as he frowns at the ice packs on the shelf by the couch, the half-empty packet of ibuprofen.

The guilt washes over him like a wave again, pools cold and heavy in his chest. The only reason why Marc would come here, when he should be off celebrating somewhere with his team, is because of the crash. Because of what Pecco had done to his brother, what he’d said about Alex afterwards. Marc must be here to bite back. Harder, Vale had said, now that he’s seen Pecco bleeding. And Pecco doesn’t want that— can’t stomach any cutting words from Marc when he’s heard them enough in his own head.

Marc opens his mouth but Pecco speaks first, ducking his head as he does. “If you’re here about Alex, I’m sorry,” he says, and it feels too much like baring his neck for slaughter, but he continues. “I was upset, hurting; the interview, what I said, I meant it then— but not anymore. I know he didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Pecco,” Marc starts, but he just shakes his head.

“And I— it was a stupid move. Too risky. Another lap and I could’ve caught him anyways, it was my mistake.”

“Pecco, I—” Marc starts to say again, but Pecco presses on. The longer he’s talking, the longer Marc isn’t— the longer he can delay the inevitable.

“I’ll apologize. Next chance I get, I will— I will walk it back. I don’t want to make trouble for him.” And that’s all he has to say— all his cards laid on the table. He clenches his jaw, grips the counter with white knuckles. Braces for the bite.

But Marc’s voice is soft as he says, “Pecco, look at me,” and it’s so unexpected— what can he do but lift his head?

Across from him, Marc is standing in the patch of sunlight he was watching earlier. It paints gold over the planes of him, his face, pools warm and honey-rich in the dark of his eyes. Catches in his hair like a glowing halo. Winning looks good on him— there is a weightlessness, an ease to him now that Pecco has never seen before, only marred by the concerned slant of his brow.

“I appreciate it— you should apologize to Alex,” Marc says, slow and measured, “but that is not why I am here.”

“Then why?” Pecco asks before he can stop himself. “You should be celebrating, no?”

“No, actually. We are leaving for Madrid in an hour— no time.”

Pecco must look confused because Marc waves his hand in a vague gesture and says, “Eh, I’m too old for all of that now. Maybe in a few years you’ll understand.”

Pecco just shakes his head. Doesn’t want to think about being Marc’s age, having to endure the same things he has. “You look— you looked fantastic all weekend,” he says instead. “On the bike,” he clarifies. “Even if it were just a few drinks, you would deserve it.”

He watches Marc’s reaction closely, half-hoping the praise will catch him off-balance like it does to Pecco. But Marc just smiles at him, all relaxed lines and incandescent teeth, and Pecco is the one knocked unsteady.

“Eh, maybe,” Marc says. “But look at you, distracting me again.”

Pecco just blinks at him. If he’s not here about Alex, or to fish for congratulations, then why the fuck is he here?

He must be making a face, because Marc laughs, shakes his head, and says, “Pecco, I came here to check on you.”

“What?” Pecco breathes, feeling like he’s suffocating under the bike again. Because that— that doesn’t make any sense. That’s not who Marc is, not ruthless or cunning like Pecco has come to expect. Surely it’s just another mind game.

But Marc sounds entirely genuine as he says, “The crash— I saw on the replay. It was bad for Alex but it looked worse for you.” He winces as his eyes flick down to the collar of Pecco’s shirt, where the bruising edges its way up his neck. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Pecco shrugs. “It could have been worse— my helmet did not catch on the tyre,” he says, slow and measured, trying not to give too much away. “Both of us walked away from it. No broken bones.”

“That’s always good,” Marc says with a knowing look.

There’s a beat of silence between them. Marc seems unsatisfied, somehow, waiting for more— and maybe that’s the game, Pecco realizes. Offer a bit of vulnerability, see who flinches first. He hasn’t made a good counter to Marc yet, but he can.

“Still fucking hurts, though— I am very bruised,” he says. “Do you want to see?”

Marc perks up at that. “Sure,” he says casually, but the way he leans forward belies his interest.

So Pecco hops down from the counter, turns his back to Marc, and shucks his shirt off over his head, wincing as the movement strains his sore muscles.

He doesn’t dare look at Marc, but he hears his sharp intake of breath, how the table shifts as he stands. “Shit, Pecco,” he hisses as he steps closer and then—

Marc’s hand brushes the curve of Pecco’s shoulder blade, feather-light, testing. The sensation sings up his spine, sets him alight— he only just suppresses the urge to shiver. Because he knows what Marc must see, the pale skin of his back mottled purple from neck to tailbone; he’d caught a glimpse of it in the mirror and had to look away immediately, feeling ill. He’d hoped Marc would do the same.

But he seems to have no such reservations. He splays his hand out over the bruise, gently probing with his fingers. It feels— it feels good, Pecco thinks, the warmth and pressure like a soothing balm over the ache. He had tensed up, when Marc had touched him, but he relaxes into it as Marc rubs little circles down his spine. Then he reaches the small of Pecco’s back, where the skin is flushed pink, raw and irritated. It stings when Marc touches it, little jolts of pain, but then he presses down—

“Ah, fuck,” Pecco hisses, flinching away. “Gentle, please…”

“Sorry,” Marc says, and Pecco looks over at him, needs to know if that was intentional or not. But Marc does look genuinely contrite, brow furrowed in concern as he studies Pecco’s face. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, reaching out to rest his hand on Pecco’s shoulder. “That is— that is not a bruise, is it.”

“No, it’s not,” Pecco says. “It is a burn, from the exhaust— got me through the leathers.”

Marc makes a small sound, low in his chest, eyes flicking back up to Pecco’s face. Before he can react, Marc is sliding his hand up to the nape of his neck, pulling him down into a hug.

And he’s caught completely off-balance, again, stands there for a moment before it occurs to him that he should reciprocate. So he winds his arms around Marc’s back, feels him stroke a hand down his spine. Marc is so warm, pressed to him front-to-front like this— what can Pecco do but tuck his head into Marc’s shoulder, melt into him like honey, golden and sweet?

He doesn’t want the moment to end, but all too soon Marc is stepping away, trailing his hands to rest on Pecco’s arms. “I am glad you are okay,” he says, looking up at Pecco wide-eyed and earnest, and he— he believes him, Pecco realizes, rocking him like a punch to the gut.

But just as quickly Marc’s face relaxes again, into that easy, winning smile, as he says, “Rest well for Misano, yeah? When I said I wanted to share a garage with the world champion next year, I meant it.”

Pecco can feel his face flushing, shakes his head and says, “Okay. If only so I can beat you next weekend.”

Marc laughs and lets go of Pecco, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t push it,” he says, mock-scolding. He heads for the door— Pecco has half a mind to offer him a drink or something, get him to stay a little longer, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he just says, “Congratulations, Marc. You were incredible.”

Marc opens the door, looks back and smiles at Pecco one last time. “See you on Thursday,” he says, and then the door is swinging shut behind him.

The latch clicks, and it’s like a spell has broken, leaving Pecco standing there blinking in confusion. Because— he buries his face in his hands and groans, loud and long— what the fuck possessed him, to make him act like that? Marc must have laid the trap, somehow, and Pecco blundered directly into it. There’s no way he’ll be able to rest— he’ll be up all night thinking about warm hands grazing his shoulder, about deep brown eyes looking up at him with open, genuine concern.

But it wasn’t genuine, Pecco knows, it wasn’t anything real. Just another mind game— so why, he thinks, does he wish it wasn’t?

#the inherent homoeroticism of examining your rival's wounds am I right?#motogp fic #motogp rpf #marcnaia #pecco/marc #aster writes

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samaraannhan20 · 7 months

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Austin Butler: College AU! Hostage Situation

Warnings: age gap, college! reader, I think that's all

inspired by this tik tok

“Are you sure you have to leave tomorrow night?” I ask Austin as I walk back into our bedroom.

“Yes,” he says with a light chuckle, and I groan, throwing my head back and staring at the ceiling as I walk towards the bed.

“Really? Can’t you stay just another day?” I say, climbing onto the bed and promptly onto Austin’s lap.

“I wish. Press starts the afternoon after I get in though. I have to leave on time,” he responds, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.

“Have I ever told you how little I enjoy the press season?” I ask him, and he laughs.

“Yes, all the time,” he says with a laugh, and then leans forward pressing another peck onto my lips. “However, after this press tour you’ll almost be done with school, and will be able to come with me on the Bikeriders press tour, since it got pushed.”

“That’s true. I know that the strike was awful and it sucked that you couldn’t promote your stuff, but selfishly I was glad to have that extra time with you, especially since it was right around when we started planning our wedding.”

“Yeah we were lucky and we got too used to it. But I’ll only be gone for a month this time, and then I’ll be here and we can keep working on wedding stuff, and you can graduate, and then we can go on vacation and the next press tour together,” he says, squeezing my waist where his hands are resting.

“I don’t want to go thirty days without you though. That’s forever,” I say, and lay my head down on his chest.

“It’s not the longest we’ve been apart though,” he responds, and I roll off of him and onto my back on my side of the bed, laying on my back.

“I know. But it’s going to feel like forever. Especially since we’re missingValentines Day, and our anniversary a week later,” I say, rolling onto my side to look at him. He shifts down and lays down on his side as well, reaching a hand out and gently stroking my cheek.

“It’ll be okay. It won’t be the first holiday we miss, and it probably won’t be the last.” I sigh and lean into his hand, and we fall asleep in exactly that position.

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“Good morning honey,” I say as I turn over when I wake up in the morning. Austin just grumbles in response.

Oh, I think to myself. I didn’t think he’d want to sleep in today since he has to leave this evening and he hasn’t even packed. Oh well. I guess I could go wash my face and brush my teeth while I wait. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

When I come back into the room a few minutes later Austin still hasn’t moved, so I decide to walk over to his side of the bed. I squat down on the floor and look at him, trying to decide whether or not I want to wake him up. I ultimately decide against it, and stand up to leave, before noticing his phone on the bedside table. I quietly grab what I need and head into the closet to get dressed for the day.

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“Hey darlin?” Austin asks a couple hours later when he walks into the living room, where I’ve been watching tv while he packs.

“What’s up?” I ask, pausing the television and turning to look at him over the back of the couch. “How’s packing going?”

“I’m almost done, but do you know where my phone charger is?” he asks.

“I think I saw it in the kitchen while I was making breakfast,” I respond, turning back to the television and hoping he doesn’t notice the flush on my cheeks.

“Really? Did you move it there? Because my phone was fully charged on the nightstand when I woke up this morning,” he responds, and I slide down a bit on the couch, focusing all my attention on the tv.

“That’s weird. I didn’t move it. It was just there when I made breakfast. You must have left it there after dinner last night.”

“But I know I plugged it in last night, in the bedroom. So how was it 100% charged when I woke up if I left the charger in the kitchen last night?” he asks, rounding the couch to stand in front of the tv, making me focus on him.

“Um… I plead the fifth?” I say quietly, sliding even further down the couch.

“Darlin, are you trying to hold me hostage with a phone charger?” he asks, coming towards me and squatting down to look me in the eyes from where I am now laying on the couch.

“... yes.”

“You do know I’ll be back in about a month, right?” he says, reaching out and taking my hands in his.

“Yeah, but what if I can’t make it that long? I’m kinda impatient when it comes to spending time with you,” I respond, sitting up a little in order to talk to him easier.

“Kinda like how you begged me to come back from Ashley’s earlier than I had planned on so we could cuddle the other night?” he asks with a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yes. Except now I can’t just ask you to come home early because you can’t. Plus… I have to wait an entire 30 days til I see you again?! That’s like… 720 HOURS!”

“That was… extremely accurate,” he says, trying not to laugh.

“It’s not funny. I did the math when I woke up this morning and you weren’t awake yet. I was bored and lonely,” I say, slinking away from him and back into the couch.

“You could have woken me up,” he says, reaching out and squeezing my thigh as he places his hand on it.

“That’s a lot of hours that I’m going to spend missing you.”

“You’re cute when you’re being dramatic, you know that right?” he asks, and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. “You do know, distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

“I think it just means I don’t get kisses.”

“I don’t either,” he responds, reaching out and placing his hand on my cheek, rubbing it softly. I melt a little, leaning even closer to him, while consciously trying not to knock him over as I lean in. “I know that leaving isn’t ideal. I know I won’t get to give you back rubs. I won’t be able to make you tea in the morning or do your homework with you. But, you know that’ll change at some point, right?”

“Yes…”

“And you know,” he kisses my forehead, “that I’ll message and video call you as much as possible right?”

“Mhm. But that’s 2d. It’s not the same.”

“You’re right. It’s not. That just means I gotta appreciate the little things. Like right now.”

“Seee, you don’t wanna leave either.”

“Lovely, if I wanted to leave already, I would have grabbed the charger from the closet. Where I saw you put it while I was laying down,” he says, and I pull away, standing up and knocking him over in the process.

“YOU FAKED BEING ASLEEP?!”

“YOU HID MY CHARGER?!” he responds, laughing from his spot, sprawled out on the floor.

“Touche,” I say, holding out a hand to help him off the floor. He takes it, and instead of standing up, yanks me down to the floor. I land on top of him with a groan escaping my lips as he wraps his arms tightly around me. “ I would have given it to you eventually. Like after lunch,” I say when I catch my breath. He laughs, and shakes his head.

“No you wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Compromise,” he says, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “I won’t get it out of the closet until after lunch, and until then we can spend some time together watching Dance Moms reruns.”

“JOJO! HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING!” I scream in his face, quickly standing up and running away. He cracks up as he stands up and chases after me. He catches me and pulls me into him, smothering my face and neck in kisses.

“I take that as a yes?” he says as he peppers kisses up and down my neck.

“Duh.”

“Touche,” he says, and then turns around and pats my thighs. I laugh and jump onto his back, and he carries me over to the couch, dropping me down on it, and then sitting down next to me and pulling my legs onto his lap.

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“So, what do you want for lunch?” I ask a few episodes of Dance Moms later.

“I’m not sure. But what’s the rush in choosing? We can take our time.” I sigh and curl into his side more than I already was, and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” he says, and takes my chin in his hand, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. When he pulls away he smiles. “One last couch Chipotle date before I leave?”

“When have I ever said no to that? But also I hope you don’t expect me to not have Chipotle the entire time you’re gone. I could never do that,” I say, and he laughs, pulling me back into him for another kiss.

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camilaxmartin · 9 months

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request: Could you do a Vanessa x Reader fic, where the reader falls for her, but due to their past, constantly being rejected, or falling in love with awful people. The reader begins to distance themselves from her and ignores her calls, texts, and doesn’t talk to her on the night shifts. One night Vanessa comes in and sees reader isn’t there but sees a note, explaining themselves. Telling Vanessa that you can come and talk to them in another room or just leave and never talk to them again.

Also, could I be 🦐 anon?

napkin with a name

my dear 🦐, i’m so sorry for the wait but school’s been a lot lately and also i’ve got some other stuff going on but im getting back to all the requests finally!! also im so sorry but i accidentally deleted your request as i published it too fast😭

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summary: request

warnings: angst (not proof read, i’ll probably do it later)

notes: i made mike our bsf here, hope you don’t mind!:) oh and i made a happy ending cause i couldn’t fully end it with angst😭 (it was my first time writing real angst so i hope and pray it isn’t bad💀)

requests: closed!!

12.05

i came to work today late as always, but i was surprised to notice i was the first one there. i walked around the pizzeria to look for any signs of mike but he wasn’t anywhere near. confused i went to our shared office, the camera room, just to find it empty as well. i let out a deep sigh and sat down on the chair before cameras to watch for him clocking in even later than me, but that never happened. a few hours went by as i lost any hope for him coming in today, i rolled my eyes at the whole situation and decided to give him a talk the next time we see about not even informing me im was gonna work alone tonight. watching the cameras i saw police car pulling up to the parking and let out a groan at the sight. what could it be this time? i wanted to groan again but then i saw a blonde leaving the car and heading straight to the door. confused i tilted my head and watched her as she calmly stood there and finally rang the bell. like on fire i stood up from my seat disturbed by the sudden sound and opened the door for her. she gently pushed the door and went in visibly looking for someone. i left the office and went straight to the entrance to meet her and ask what is the reason she showed up tonight. when i made my last turn i saw her and my heart immediately dropped. she was one of the most, if not the most beautiful woman i’ve seen in my life. collecting myself i went up to her and finally spoke up.

“hi officer, is there any problem?” i asked still being confused on her being here. she just laughed and i swear, the sound of it would be the death of me.

“name’s vanessa.” she said as she hand out her hand for me to shake. “and no, there isn’t any problem in particular i just wanted to see how you guys have been doing.. here.” she added and softly smiled, i would say even too softly. without thinking i shook her hand and smiled as well.

“oh. okay then.” i said more to myself, not having any idea how badly that one conversation would affect my many upcoming days.

14.05

tonight me and mike were sharing a shift again. surprisingly we both showed up at time so it was a pleasant one right from the beginning. around two am, a certain blonde police officer came up again. mike was a bit surprised at first but i explained to him that two days ago she was here too just to see how the shift was going. i don’t think he believed me but i couldn’t do much about it anyway. i walked over to the door to invite her in, mike following me with a bit sceptical look on his face. i chuckled as i reached the door opening it for the pretty blonde. her face almost immediately lighted up when she saw me. i could feel my face blushing.

“vanessa, this is mike. my shift buddy.” i introduced him as he gave her a small wave. she smiled to him waving back.

“i’m vanessa.” she greeted him with a wave back and i smiled at the interaction.

“is tonight any problem or you just checking up as last time?” i ask being more confident than natural even confusing myself. vanessa moved her eyes to me once again and chuckled.

“no problem at all, just checking.” my smile widened more as i moved away from the door to let her in. she did so, and started talking with mike again.

“i hope you, you both, don’t mind my presence here. i get all the shifts around here so coming in seems… like a bit of variety to my night work.” she said and mike just shook his head signalling that it’s okay for her to be here. she then looked at me and i did the same thing as he did, earning myself a beautiful smile from the beauty standing before me.

“it’s okay, we don’t really do much around here either” mike spoke up and she moved her attention to him once again. “and my ‘shift buddy’ seems to be excited with you being here” he said with a smirk and i rolled my eyes at him. she laughed at his words and walked away going to the stage room.

i walked up to mike and gave his shoulder a punch for what he said. he laughed at my actions and rolled eyes with a soft smile.

“what has gotten into you?” i asked being confused but mostly surprised at his previous words. he just looked at me with a begging look and laughed once again.

“please, i see how you look at her and how your face lighted up when she parked her car here.” he said and i felt my face blushing again. maybe there was a bit of truth in his words?

“don’t be ridiculous, she’s just some police officer and you’re acting like i she’s the love of my life” i said and scoffed giving his shoulder another punch. he dodged away and chuckled loud enough only for us to here.

“i’ve never said anything about her being the love of your life.” he said and smirked as i scoffed again. “and that’s exactly how i know, you like her at least a tiny bit.” he added and i rolled my eyes.

“you’re being outrageous, i’m just being nice, she seems nice so im being nice.” i tried to explain myself realising i was only digging my own grave. he laughed this time and i pushed him away walking away from him and following her to the stage room.

when i walked in i saw her standing before the stage talking to freddie. what an adorable sight. i took myself out of the trance and walked over, closer to her not wanting to spook her.

“they’re pretty cool.” i said with a smile looking at the animatronics. she immediately looked over at me and smiled.

“seems like they like you too.” she said with a laugh and i didn’t fully understand her but just laughed along with her. her eyes went to the animatronics again only to go back to my face again in a second. i smiled noticing it while looking at her too and smiling widely. she chuckled softly looking at my face and maybe it was my imagination but she stole a glance at my lips. i wanted to say something but mike interrupted us.

“i can watch the cameras for a while if you want to talk with her.” he said standing at the doorframe with a smirk on his face. oh god. i rolled my eyes moving my eyes from her to him and nodded my head.

“if you want to.” i shrugged and he laughed at the way i tried to sound nonchalantly. vanessa chuckled as well and i felt my face red up again.

“you know where to find me.” he said and saluted to me walking out of the room and going to the cameras once again.

vanessa looked at me with a grin as she fixed her belt, i swear she was doing that on purpose as well. she started to wander around the room looking anywhere but at me. i shook my head slightly at her actions.

“so…” she started and stole a glance at me going back to looking around once again. i stood there observing her with an uncontrollable smile widening on my face. “you’ve been working here for long?” she asked and i almost laughed at the question and the silence part she wanted to say but never did if i was working here for long with mike. i slowly started to walk to her putting my hands in my pockets.

“not too long, but some time, yeah.” i answered and smiled at my own mysterious words. she stood in her place and looked at me with amusement painted on her face.

“and how’s it been? you like it here?” she asked still looking at me as i was slowly walking towards her.

“it’s okay, at least i made a new friend when i started working here.” i said with a smile referring to mike and my relationship with him. she smiled at my words but i could see how that smile was turning into a smirk.

“a new friend huh?” she asked grabbing her belt once again looking at me gently rising one of her eyebrows.

“yup.” i chuckled being close to her now, maybe one meter away. “just a friend.” i added with my own smirk.

“i see.” she smirked fully now and looked me up and down not being so subtle about it.

“why?” i asked wanting to see how she was gonna reacted. her smirk just grew more.

“just asking.” she shrugged moving her belt along. i rolled my eyes playfully at that. “trying to see if i could ask you out.” she said bluntly and i immediately lost my smirked not being ready for her to be so straightforward. after a second my smile came back.

“maybe you could, just need to try.” i chuckled as she moved a bit closer to me reducing the space between us. vanessa bit her lip smoothly, looking at me with a smirk. she started the sentence but mike interrupted us again.

“don’t wanna ruin your moment or anything, as i was excitedly watching you two through the cameras, but that thing.. you know what thing… in our office broke down again and i need you to fix it.” he said scratching the back of his neck while looking at us. i looked at him with mercy in my eyes shaking my head.

“yes, sure.” i said and started walking to him being done with everything at that point. vanessa laughed and collected herself almost immediately, while clearing her throat.

“i’ll be going, just got another call.” she said and i looked at her over my shoulder with surprise. “we’ll get back to that conversation another day.” she added with a chuckle as she excused herself and walked out of the room, leaving my speechless, going to the office once again.

17.05

i was right on time again and smiled noticing that mike wasn’t there yet. i confidently walked into our office and put down my stuff sitting comfortably in the chair and looking at the cameras. what i didn’t expect was a police car pulling into the parking this early. i tilted my head and watched as vanessa left her car and walked to the door. leaving my office i quickly went to the entrance wanting to let her in. i smiled seeing her through the glass and immediately opening the door for her.

“mike’s not here?” she asked as she went in, looking around.

“nope, not yet at least.” i said and closed the door. “but he’ll probably get here soon, after last time i told him to always inform me if he’s not gonna make it.” i shrugged and looked at her with w smile.

“i see.” she chuckled and went to the stage room, i followed her like a lost puppy. she said her greetings to the animatronics and turned her attention to me.

“long time no see?” i laughed and she laughed as well, moving a bit closer to me. i tried to move back but unfortunately, or not, there was a table behind me so my legs just hit the wood. she chuckled at that and made another step towards me.

“you can say that.” she said softly, the smirk suddenly turning up to her face. i smiled dumbly to her observing as she was coming even closer to me with every second.

“why so early tonight?” i asked looking at her face and unconsciously licking my lips. her smirk widened.

“just wanted to see you.” she shrugged and i felt my face blushing once again. “and maybe i hoped for mike to be late.” she added with a chuckle and my eyes widened with surprise and amusement.

“any particular reason you wanted to see me, officer?” i chuckled as she was now standing directly in front of me, her nose almost touching mine.

“maybe, maybe not.” she said with a chuckle looking at my lips and licking her own. oh boy.

“hm?” i murmured not knowing why my voice suddenly got quieter. she looked back into my eyes and move her hands so she was leaning them against the table on both of my sides.

“maybe i enjoy spending your shifts with you.” she murmured as well, making our moment even more intimate that it already was. “or maybe i wanted to be alone with you.”

“or maybe both?” i chuckled softly looking at her lips as well noticing how the corners of it went up as i said that.

“maybe both.” she agreed while softly nodding her head, gently bruising her nose against mine causing me to giggle.

i chuckled and kept looking at her lips all the time wondering if she was gonna make the move or not. “well then, enjoy it.” i said softly, looking up to her eyes only to notice she was looking at my lips as well.

“oh, i am.” she said and looked into my eyes, kind of looking for permission to do what we both wanted to at that moment. i chuckled and nodded my head bruising her nose with mine.

vanessa move her head closer to mine, fully touching my nose with her and almost connecting our lips when we heard mike’s voice.

“y/n! i’m here finally!” he shouted and i immediately locked myself out of vanessa’s embrace going straight to him and leaving her hanging there, with a very confused expression on her face.

i walked to mike and greeted him, immediately pulling him to our office with a scared expression on my face. he looked at me confused and noticed vanessa in the stage room as we were passing by and his face immediately changed to worry.

when we finally reached the office i closed the door behind us and looked at him with a puzzled face. he bit his lower lip thinking about words he should use.

“again?” he asked and i felt tears collecting in my eyes. he opened his arms for a hug and i immediately went to hug him.

“again.” i said with tears now rolling down my cheeks, hugging him tightly, wetting his shirt.

it wasn’t the first time he saw me starting to like someone and then getting fully damaged mentally by just liking them. he knew about all my past relationships and how affecting for my mental health they were so it wasn’t an unusual sight for him. in the moment of i guess heat with someone the adrenaline covers my fears but seconds after i feel like crying and screaming for not wanting to go through all the pain and trauma relationships can bring. vanessa was making me feel all bubbly and happy again but every night when i got home from shifts with her i spent half of the day crying not knowing why i was actually feeling that bad. i hoped it would be different this time but the fear of rejection and bringing myself back to normal life again was stronger than any bubbly feeling.

i hugged mike tightly once again and then let go of him, looking with puffy eyes at his face. he just grabbed my hands and stroked them not saying a word but it felt like he said a thousand. i smiled tiredly to him and sniff trying not to cry once again.

“maybe it’ll be different with her.” he finally spoke up and my heart dropped even at the mention of her. “go home tonight, i’ll cover for you.” he said and i looked at him surprised but smiled even more.

“thank you.” i said and squeezed his hands going for my things and leaving the office. i walked to the entrance and looked over to the stage room, guessing i’d see vanessa there but she was gone. the stage room was empty and i felt this weird cold sensation in my stomach again. i squeezed my eyes and opened the door going straight to my car and driving home but not missing the fact that her police car was gone as well.

18.05

i was alone at work tonight, fate wanted me to have my own shift that night. i was sitting in my office and watching the cameras when i noticed police car pulling up to the parking. i rolled my eyes not wanting to see her tonight, still not being ready for whatever it was gonna happened to her. vanessa went up to the door and rang the bell once, twice, three times and i didn’t respond for once. observing her through the cameras she knocked on the door then looked straight into the camera waiting for something to happen but it never did. she let out a deep sigh and got back and to her car driving away. i let out a deep sigh myself and put my hands on my face, thinking. being tired of everything that i was feeling i grabbed a napkin that was laying nearby, grabbed a pen and started writing my heart out hoping to give it to her one day.

19.05

tonight it was mike’s turn to have his own shift. as soon as he entered our office he saw the napkin with vanessa’s name on it and knew i wouldn’t leave something like that unintentionally so he knew he should handle it to her when he sees her. he decided not read it, even though i wouldn’t mind it that much.

few hours went by and vanessa turned up to the pizzeria. she didn’t pick up on our schedules i guess. she knocked on the door and mike immediately went to open it.

“she’s not in today, it’s just me.” he said with a tired smile.

“that’s what i was hoping for.” she said inviting herself in and going straight to the stage room. mike looked at her confused but closed the door and followed her to the room.

“so uh- what brings you here?” he asked scratching his neck once again. vanessa sat down on one of the tables and let out a deep sigh.

“she doesn’t like me, does she? i was too straightforward, right? i did something wrong, didn’t it?” she asked quickly becoming an anxious mess. mike went to sit beside her and took out the napkin from his pocket not showing her it yet.

“no, you didn’t.” he said and showed her the napkin with her name on it. “y/n is just… she has been through a lot and it may not seem like it but every interaction with you gave her a headache. and not the right kind.” he explained and vanessa’s face darkened even more, looking away from him.

“she doesn’t like me back. i knew it.” she said and wanted to hop off the table but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her from doing so.

“that’s not what i meant.” he said and squinted his face. “look, y/n just… she doesn’t know how to get used to those type of feelings again because of everything that has happened to her.” he said and let out a deep sigh. “it’s not about you, if i’m being honest you’re the least important thing in this whole mechanism. it’s not about you, it could be anyone and it would be the same.” he said and vanessa felt like she was going to start crying in a second. “but if i’m being honest, you’re the right person.” he added and she looked at him confused. “y/n normally wouldn’t even let anybody she found attractive near her in fear.” he said looking at the napkin in his hands. “but with you… she did. and you know how close she let you get. it means you must be different. in a good way.” he said and she uncontrollably smiled. “listen, i’m not gonna talk for her so just have this and… decide what to do with this. but please, don’t let her get false hope. she… im afraid she couldn’t take it.” he said and gave her the napkin also hopping of the table. “i’m going to my office, you know where to find me.” he said and left the room leaving vanessa with the napkin in her hands.

she looked at it anxiously and finally opened it, seeing a handwritten letter written to her.

dear vanessa,

i’m so sorry for everything that happened i mean, when i just ran away scared. sadly i can’t control all the things that im feeling, but believe me i wish i could. you didn’t do anything wrong i would say you did an opposite to that i just… i dont know how to handle what im feeling and i really don’t want to ruin anything. when im with you, you’re making me feel like im on top of the world but when im alone again i feel like a piece of shit. i know it’s fully my problem so i don’t want to bother you with this or anything else connected to me but i just wanted you to know that u really like you and i literally would do anything for these feelings to go away but i can’t. if i wasn’t feeling all of this i would’ve already asked you out and probably ask you to date me but even the thought of it makes me feel like im going to vomit. not because of you, of course, but just at the thought that something can go wrong i just… i hope you understand and i hope this letter doesn’t hurt you as much as it does me. i would do anything to fall for you without feeling… the way i am.

y/n

vanessa felt her eyes water up as she read the last sentence of the letter. she squeezed the napkin in her hands and immediately got off of the table walking straight to her car and driving to my apartment. i have never told her where i live so i guess being a police officer comes with its pros.

when she knocked on my door i was confused on who would be at my door at this hour but when i went to open it and saw her my heart dropped again, just like when i first saw her. i wanted to close the door but she grabbed it first.

“please, let me talk to you.” she said holding the door and looking at me with tears in her eyes. i shrugged and moved away from door letting her in. she closed the door behind her and immediately went after me. “listen to me.” she said grabbing my wrist and i looked at her surprised and scared. she immediately let go off my wrist and took a deep breath. “will you give me two minutes?” she asked and i nodded my head, standing in front of her.

“quick.” i said, being able to only get one word out do my throat.

vanessa took another deep breath and looked into my eyes. “i want to try. i want to see what will turn out from this. i know you’re scared, but i don’t want to hurt you, i know you probably heard it a dozen times, but please, give me w chance.” she said and tears started to form in her eyes. “i want to be with you for as long as the world will let me and even after that. we don’t have to jump into relationship of course, but i just want to be here for you even as a friend. don’t just cross me out of your life because you’re scared. i know how it is, believe me but…” she looked away and blinked a few times. “i want to try with you. i want to be here for you i want… i want to be yours and more importantly i want you to be mine. not on my conditions, not on yours, not on the worlds conditions, on ours. however we make them. i want to be here when you need me or when you just want to talk about everything and nothing. i want to be in your life and i want you in mine. when i first say you that day i knew i wanted to try and i hoped and still hope you’ll want to try as well. i don’t want to scare you or hurt you and ill do anything in my will not to do those things but if i eventually do, just tell me and i’ll do better, for you.” she said and grabbed my hands with her squeezing them. “please, i don’t want to loose you so quickly without even getting to know you. i want to give you my days and nights to just try and help you overcome your fears and everything bad that you’re feeling. i want to be that person and i know it might hurt one day, cause we never know what’s going to happen to us, but… isn’t it at least worth a try?“ she asked and a single tear rolled down her face. i bit my lower lip thinking what to say.

“okay.” i say simply and softly not being able to say anything else, being overwhelmed by her words and everything i was feeling at that moment. she smiled, and i knew this smile already was the death of me.

she let go off my hands and gently put her own on my face stroking my cheeks with a smile and tears still floating from her eyes.

“can i kiss you now?” she asked and i looked scared and felt scared but decided to agree, after all.

i nodded my head and her smile grew even wider. she moved her face closer, touching my nose with hers and just staring into my eyes for a long moment of silence. after a while i smiled to her my hands going to her belt and moved my head up so our lips would finally touch. she kissed me immediately, but she did it so softly i almost didn’t feel the kiss. our lips danced together for a moment and then she leaned away looking into my eyes again. i smiled to her and giggled not feeling so scared or trapped anymore, nor as close as i did that day in pizzeria. her smile widened as well as she whispered.

"i hope none of us is gonna regret it, ever."

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otaku0411 · 3 months

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A GLASS OF WHISKEY PLEASE: Part Two

‼️Part one ‼️

It’s been 6 weeks since I met the famous Kenji Sato. After learning about him, I did a little research on him and apparently he is on more on the clock your side and he’s a little bit egotistical to say the least. Which honestly I don’t mind, I kinda like it when a guy is cocky and confident, especially when he know what to do, which he does show on the baseball field because based on his stats and record, he is one hell of a baseball player.

A week after our first encounter, he came and based on where my coworkers told me, he came to the bar every night to see me, but he will not see me back there until Wednesday night and that when I saw him his face lit up and he gave me his classic smile. He ordered his drink and we talked that day since it wasn’t busy.

I eventually gave him my phone number and we begin to text and call each other. We got to know each other more about our personal life and family. He tells me that he’s born in Japan, but his mom moved to but him and his mom moved to America when he was younger. I asked him why his dad didn’t come, he reply with business reasons I didn’t prey on it and we carry along the conversation to something else.

I can’t lie, I’m starting to have a crush on this man. Cause after all of his flirting and cocky persona, he’s genuinely and sweet and sincere man. And that’s kinda sexy!

It’s a Thursday night and it’s not really busy, so Kenji decided to come in and keep me company. “How’s my favorite baseball player?” I greet him as he’s taking a sit. “I’ve been doing great now that I saw you.” I chuckle “Well aren’t you a flirt.” He laughs a little, “No baby that just how I talk. But I can flirt with you if that makes you happy,” He smirks as he analyze me from top to bottom where I was standing “No thank you, but my eyes are up here sir.” He put his hands up in defense mode “My fault, love.” I roll my eyes playfully “Whatever, do you want your usual today?” “Why of course.”

After we’re bantering with each other for like 30 minutes, there’s a long pause between us. After what felt like an hour, Kenji finally speaks. “There’s also something I been meaning to ask you about.” “What is it?” I asked, wiping down the counter. “Would it be weird if I-” RINGG

His watch started to ring and he answered it before he could finish his sentence. “Hey, what is it?” His facial expression went from neutral to being worried. “Okay I’ll be there soon,” he hang up, looking more worried than before. He digs into his pockets and pulls out a fifty, “I’m so sorry, this is an emergency! I’ll text you later when I’m done!” And just like that, he was out the door.

For the rest of the shift, all I could think about was if he was okay and what was the call about. I eventually get home and check any notifications. *ZERO*

It’s okay Y/n, he’ll text you back when he gets a minute.

But that minute never came. Before you knew it, it has been two weeks since he abruptly left the bar that day. You couldn’t understand why he wasn’t responding. You even left a few messages after a couple of days hoping he’s okay. No response. After a week, you decided to not stress about it and just continue your daily life.

Saturday night rolls a round and as always, you were busy. Crowds decided to sit at the bar instead of waiting for a table and it left you drained. But you wasn’t completely mad about it since you made over your goal that night.

It’s 15 minutes before closing, and there’s two people sitting at the bar, but they already paid off so I’m not tripping. I call out “Last Call” to let everyone know that this is their last time ordering drinks for tonight. I begin to wipe down the counter when I heard “A whisky, neat please?” I turn over and load and behold it’s Kenji.

He has a pitiful smile on his face, knowing what he did to me. “Sorry we already did last call sir,” I replied, sounding unbothered by his presence. “Come on baby please?” He asked again pouting his lips. I rolled my eyes and turned my back from him as I scoffed.

“Okay I definitely deserved that,” he commented. I turn to him “You think?!” I snapped “I texted you seeing if something happened and I get radio silence on your end!” The two guests see our interaction and took it as a sign to call it a night. Kenji gave me a half scared/ half sad face. “I’m sorry for not calling or texting you. That was a shitty move on my end.” He explained. “It just…that day I got a call from my dad and I might be moving back to Japan soon.”

My eyes begin to widen. “What happened,” I asked. He look around our area and though there was no customers at this point, a couple of servers was still around doing sidework. “Would it be okay if we talk in private?” I had to think for a minute.

A guy I liked is asking back to his or my place, what could possibly go wrong? EVERYTHING!!! But I known him for a couple months now so it’s not like a stranger. Though he could possibly kill me. If I go, it’d have to be at my place. I know my way around it and I have weapons in case of emergency. Ugh why am I thinking so hard about this?! What if we sleep together?! Pfppp, that’s crazy talk?! That would NEVER happen in a million years!

“Uhhh, Y/n?” Kenji said softly. I snapped back to reality, “Sorry that just caught me off guard.” “If you don’t want to talk it’s ok-” “NO!” I shouted “I do, it just have to be at my place though. If you don’t mind.” He smiles at me, “That’s not a problem.” “Good well I’ll be off in 30 minutes so I’ll send you the address and text you when I’m home.” “Sounds good, I’ll see you then.”

I don’t know why but those 30 minutes were the fastest 30 minutes I’ve ever worked since I started working here. Nevertheless, I make it home and try to straighten up the place as much as I can. Before I took a shower, I texted him I’m home. He replied with “I’m on my way.” After getting out of the shower, I put on some loungewear. As soon as I look in the mirror to check myself, the doorbell rings.

I checked the peephole and it was Kenji holding what look like a bottle of champagne. “Heyy” I greeted him moving away from the door, signaling him to come in. He look around my apartment. It wasn’t much just a 1 bed/1 bath place with some outdated appliances, but I made it work.

“I like your place, it’s lovely.” He complement. I smile, “Thank you! Though I expect you seen better places than this.” He look at me a lot dumbfounded. “It’s doesn’t take away the fact that you have a lovely home.” I clear my throat. “Well I got some wine glasses so let’s try to wine down huh,” I nudged him. He laughed at my attempt but obliged.

You and Kenji are now sitting on the couch, with a glass of wine in each other y’all hand. He pours yours in the glass, “Why thank you.” You sip for it. “So, what is you have to tell me in private?” “Doing straight to the point, huh?” “I have to, I know you like to beat around the bush.”

He drink out his glass and begin to talk, “Well my dad got injured back in Japan from his job, and because of that he can no longer work.”

“And let just say, I need to go back and be his replacement to say the least.” “What do you mean by being a replacement?” Kenji straightened up and gives me a serious look “……If I tell you this, you promise me, wholeheartedly that you won’t tell a SOUL?” He made me nervous with the question but I nodded, “You have my word.” I take another sip of my drink

“I’m going to be Ultraman.” He confessed. I nearly choked on the champagne’s. I heard about him from social media times to times but never in a million years would I ever expected this. “What?!” “My family is Ultraman. I know it’s sounds crazy but it’s the truth.”

“How long have you known you were going to be Ultraman?” “Last week, it became official when I got the offer to transfer to the Giants in Tokyo.” He s soaked in the couch feeling defeated and exhausted by the whole situation. I begin to feel bad about the times I cursed him out in my head over not texting or calling him. Who knew he had literally the world on his shoulders.

“I’m sorry for dismissing your texts. You didn’t do anything wrong. I had to take some time to straighten this whole thing out. And it definitely put a damper on my plans.” “What plans may I ask?”

He look at me and our eyes connected each others. Only this time it felt, intimate and a longing for something more, or rather someone.

“That day at the bar, I wanted to ask you Y/n if it would be okay to take you out on a date.” He slides his hand to mine “When I’m with you, I feel comfortable and warmth. I like the way you carry yourself how you can hold yourself together, even when you don’t want to. Your smile and sense of humor is something I would never stop admire about you.”

I never been confessed to like this ever in my life, not even from past relationships. Just by hearing him and looking into his eyes, I can feel myself falling for him. “Kenji, I like you too. I would’ve definitely said yes that day.” I answered. “You bring out my comical side and always there to talk to more annoy whenever I need a break from customers.” We laughed. “But most importantly you’re kind, compassionate, and sensitive despite what the tvs or the world say about you. I know that you are a great person and I would love to take our relationship to the next level.”

He smiles and hold my hand firm. He get closer to my face, yet still hold our eyes contact. “And I promise you, I will prove to you everyday that I am worthy of your love and to never make you feel unappreciated.”

I could feel the tension in the living room that we created, and the wine that’s in my system. I don’t know what I did was the wrong move but I kissed him. His lips felt warm and soft. I quickly back up.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” I apologize profusely.

He grabbed my face and our lips met again. It began slow, but it got deeper and more passionate. I soon straddle him on his lap to embrace him more. I run my fingers through his jet black hair and getting caught in it. He place his hands on my hips to get me closer to him. I caught myself coming out for air every few seconds but always going back in for more. I need him, I want him. Even if we only go on one date, he moves, and I never hear from him again, I just want him to make me feel good.

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A/N: PART TWO is hereee😭 I’m so glad everyone enjoy the first one. I hope part two meet yall expectations. The last part should be here by tomorrow or Thursday.

As always hope everyone have a good day/night🩷

And don’t worry, “It does get steamy”

#kenji sato smut #kenji sato #ken sato x y/n #kenji sato x reader #ken sato #ultraman #ultraman rising

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winchesterwild78 · 3 months

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Always Protected

I’ve got requests- ignore them if you want, but I had to try.

If you could I’d like (all plus sized/curvy reader):

Beau Arlen- meets reader in town, takes her out, maybe dancing, I picture him to be super protective if someone says something to her about her size. LOVES him some thick girl

*This is for you 😁 I hope I bring your vision to life. Thank you for trusting me with a request!!*

Characters:Beau Arlen x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Language, insecurities, physical violence, Fluff,

A/N: This is my 2nd request and I’m so excited to write it. I wrote it fast so please forgive any mistakes. This does not follow The Big Sky story line. I’m working on these requests fast because I’m inspired. 😁

All work is my own, don’t take it!!

Minors DNI 18+

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“Come on Beau, you’ve got to get some food. You’ve been here all night and all day. When was the last time you actually slept?” Jenny asked. “I think yesterday afternoon I fell asleep at my desk. Jenny I have to get this solved. It’s driving me crazy. I’m missing something I know I am.” He grunted as he stood. “Go get something to eat. It will help clear your head. Get it to go if you want to. Just please go. We need our sheriff in too shape.” She pleaded. “Okay Hoyt. I’m getting it to go. I’ll be back. Want anything?” He asked as he grabbed his jacket. “Nope. I’m good thanks” she smiled.

Beau got in his truck and drove into town. He had to park further away from the diner because it was lunch time. As he walked down the street greeting people he smelled something amazing. There in the once vacant shop was a new bakery. How did he not know a bakery was opening. The smell coming from inside was drawing him in. He pushed open the door.

You were busy with a customer when you heard the bell chime above the door. “Welcome in. Please take a look around and I’ll be right with you.” You said without looking at the person who came in. You finished with the customer you were helping and noticed a very tall man standing with his back to you. He was looking at the dessert case on the opposite wall. You came around the counter and approached him. “Hello. Welcome in is there anything you’re looking for specifically today” you asked him.

He turned around and oh lord this man was gorgeous. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green and wow was he beautiful. You swallowed hard and shifted a little bit. “Oh I was walking by and smelled something amazing coming from in here and had to stop by.” His voice was like smooth whiskey.

You smiled and said “oh it could be the pecan pie I have in the oven.”

Beau’s eyes went wide. “You have pecan pie too? I’m from Texas and we love our pecan pie.” Beau said. “Yep I sure do. It has to cool but I can save you some if you want.” You smiled. “Yes. That will be perfect. I’m going to grab some lunch and I’ll come back later if that’s okay.” He said.

“Yep. Sounds great. I’ll save you some” you smiled. He nodded and smiled and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned around looking at you again and smiled. You blushed and started helping the next customer.

Beau walked over to the diner with a smile on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you were. Your smile, your y/e/c eyes, your curvy body, and your kindness. He knew you were new in town and he wanted to know more about you.

He decided to eat at the diner and while he was there he chatted with some of the people there. “Hey Sheriff Arlen, how are you today” Ms Carol asked from behind the counter. “I’m good. How are you doing” he smiled. “I’m good honey. I’m thankful for Miss Y/N next door at the bakery. She’s been helping us out with our desserts recently. I can’t keep up with the desserts like I used to and she offered to help us out. She’s a sweet girl. She won’t take any money either. She just swings by for some lunch when she gets a chance.” She told Beau.

Beau smiled. Wow she really is sweet he thought. “That’s really nice Ms Carol. I’m glad you’ve got some help.” He said. The bell above the door rang and you walked in. “Hey Ms Carol. Here’s your pies and some cookies for Mr John. I hope he gets to feeling better.” You said as you handed her the food. “Oh Y/N you are such a sweetheart. Thank you and I know John will love these.” She hugged you.

You looked over and saw Beau sitting at the counter. You smiled at him and he smiled at you. He extended his hand “we didn’t get properly introduced, I’m Beau Arlen. I’m the temporary Sheriff here.” “Hello Mr Arlen, Sheriff, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to officially meet you. Well I need to get back. Don’t forget to come by and get your pie.” You smiled. “No ma’am I won’t forget.” He smiled.

You nodded and said goodbye and left. Ms Carol was watching and smiled at Beau. “Beau, you know she’s single, right? Maybe you two could go out to dinner or something fun. You both deserve it.” She winked. Beau smiled and nodded. “Maybe Ms Carol. Maybe.”

He got up, paid his tab and headed back towards your bakery. He walked in and the sweet smell of the shop filled his nose. The place smelled like home. His mother loved to bake and the smell was bringing back sweet memories of her. You were stocking the case when he came back in and you greeted him with a smile.

“Welcome back Sheriff. I have your pie right here.” You handed him a full pie. “Please call me Beau, and you didn’t have to save the whole pie. Thank you Y/N.” “It’s my pleasure, Beau. The sheriff deserves his own pie. Especially a Texas boy.” You smiled and winked. “How much do I owe you Y/N?” He pulled out his wallet. “Nothing. This one is on the house” you told him. “What?! No, I can’t let you do that. Please let me pay for it.” He pleaded. You stood firm and shook your head no.

Beau knew it was a losing battle. “Well, then let me take you out to dinner as a thank you.” He said. You stood there with your words caught in your throat. “What do you say Y/N? Let me take you out tonight” he said. “Okay sure. I close at 6 so let me go home and change and you can pick me up at 7:30 or I can meet you there.” You said. Beau moved closer to you “I’ll pick you up and it’s a date.”

You bit your lip and smiled. A date?!? This gorgeous man was asking you out?!?

The rest of the day flew by and it was time to lock up and head home. You got home and got in the shower. You had no idea where he was taking you so you wanted to dress comfortable but nice. You decided to wear a pair of your favorite jeans that hugged every curve of your body perfectly, a nice top that showed off your cleavage just enough and a pair of boots that had a little heel. You put on a little makeup and your hair was half up and half down.

You took a step back looking in the mirror. You always had problems with your body. You carried a little more weight than you should and you were curvy. Most of your clothes hid your body well. The outfit you picked did just that. You liked Beau. You were just worried if he could like you, curves and all.

There was a knock at your door. You took a deep breath and opened it to see Beau standing on your porch. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a button down shirt and a pair of worn cowboy boots. The wind shifted and you smelled his cologne. It was heavenly. “Hello Beau. Come on in. I’m almost ready.” You stepped to the side. He walked in and sat on the couch.

You finished getting ready and as you walked into the living room he stood and stared. “You’re absolutely beautiful Y/N. Wow!” He said and you blushed. “Thank you, Beau. You look very handsome tonight.” You smiled.

He guided you outside by the small of your back and opened the truck door for you. You climbed in and smiled. He got in and started the truck. “So where are we going” you asked. “I’m taking you to a restaurant a town over. Great food and music.” He smiled. You nodded.

He reached his hand over and took yours. “Is this okay” he questioned. You smiled “more than okay.” The drive to the restaurant was good. The two of you talked about life and how both of you ended up in Montana. You thought it was sweet he moved there to be closer to his daughter.

When you arrived at the restaurant Beau got out and came around opening your door. He offered you his hand helping you out of the truck. As you got out you lost your balance and started to fall. Beau caught you and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you. He didn’t and you were a little disappointed.

As the two of you walked into the restaurant hand in hand a group of drunk men came out. They took one look at you and Beau and started talking about your weight and one of them went so far as to moo at you. You tried to ignore it but they kept going.

Beau stopped walking. “What the hell is y’all’s problem” he seethed. “No problem at all. How do you fuck her? Slap the leg and ride the wave?” The taller man said. Beau let go of your hand and stepped in front of you and between you and the men.

“You need to shut your mouth and leave before I shut it for you.” Beau growled. “Beau, come on. Let’s go. It’s okay. Please” you begged him as tears pricked your eyes. He turned and looked at you. His face was angry but softened when he looked at you. “It’s not okay. Nobody should ever speak to you like that.” He said.

“Beau, I’m used to it. I just want to go inside.” You told him. He nodded and smiled. Beau put his hand at the small of your back and led you inside. The two of you sat down and ordered your food. While you were waiting on the food the two of you talked more and got to know each other better. The food came and a comfortable silence fell between you two.

You excused yourself and went to the restroom. You steadied your breath. Beau was amazing and you could see yourself falling for him. You were scared though. How could he be with someone like you, and would he want to. Screw it you thought. He asked you out so that’s something. Throw caution to the wind you thought.

On your way back to the table a man that had been at the bar stepped in front of you. “Where you off to in such a hurry there princess” his alcohol smelling breath engulfed you. “Excuse me. I’m heading back to my boyfriend.” You said as you nodded towards Beau. “That string bean is your boyfriend? Honey a big girl like you needs a real man.” He said as he grabbed your arm.

You screamed for him to get off you and this caught Beau’s attention. Before you could process what was happening Beau was by your side pulling you to safety. The man had about 2-3 inches on him but Beau stood his ground. “Keep your hands off the lady” he growled. “Oh come on man I’m just trying to show her what a big girl like her really needs” he said laughing. Beau stood in between you two now. “I said back off. Don’t make me tell you again.” Beau said.

The man grabbed your arm again and pulled you hard causing you to yelp in pain. Beau knocked the guy flat on his ass and pulled you into his arms. “Are you okay darlin” he asked. Tears were streaming down your face and you shook your head no.

Beau paid the tab and helped you outside. You climbed in the truck and he held you as you cried. “I’m sorry Beau. I’m sorry you had to defend me because of my size. I’m sorry the man grabbed me. I understand if you don’t want to see me again.” You sobbed.

“Oh sweetheart. You have nothing to be sorry for. That man was a jackass and he had no right talking to you like that or putting his hands on you. I love the way you look. You’re so beautiful to me. I’m sorry people don’t see how beautiful you are. Inside and out.” Beau wiped away the tears from your face.

He leaned over and kissed your lips softly. When he pulled away he looked at you. “Was that okay” he asked. “More than okay, Beau. It was amazing.” You whispered. “Good because I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you this morning and if you’re okay with it I’m going to do it again.” You smiled and nodded.

This time the kiss was deeper and passionate. Oh the way he kissed you set your soul on fire. He started the truck to drive home and he held your hand again. You knew Beau Arlen was going to be one of the best things in your life. You knew he was going to protect you, defend you and love you. You knew with him your heart would always be protected.

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the-authoress-writes · 1 year

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Dangerous Games

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Navy Nurse Wife!reader

Synopsis: The saying goes “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes”.

Well, Mrs. Thomas Kazansky is about to learn another version of this saying; “Play dangerous games, win dangerous prizes”.

But she doesn’t exactly mind.

Warnings: Mrs. Kazansky gets a little frisky in public, but nothing explicit, some cursing, and a little bit of steaminess, but again, nothing explicit.

Author’s Note: “I don’t write reader fic”, she said.

“I really don’t”, she said.

But here we are.

And I entirely blame both @valmare and Val himself.

I wrote this as a writing exercise, actually, because @valmare and I have slightly different approaches to Tom Kazansky; she has a more dominant take on him, while mine is more romantic and soppy, but no less passionate (I think).

I wrote this just to see if I could somehow combine both traits/takes in one story.

And… hoo, boy, I like to think I was successful.

That, combined with reading one of my grandmother’s ancient Silhouette Romance novels, I thought it was about time that the turns were tabled on the men.

Let’s be the ones to snap them like twigs, and not the other way around.

Without further ado, here we are!

“So what’s on the agenda today,” she asked her husband, as he sat at the kitchen counter eating his breakfast, while she stood on the other side, finishing her cup of yogurt, before she had to head to work for the shift she was called to fill in at the last minute yesterday.

“Well,” Tom began, after swallowing, “not much, just a meeting which apparently couldn’t wait until Monday, in the afternoon—other than that, nothing else really.

And uh, Mav and the guys are coming back home tonight; like I said last week, Sli and I were going to greet them, and they’re going out for drinks at the O Club later, but I can tell them I can’t go—”

“No, you go, enjoy yourself, I know it’s been a while since you last saw Mav and the flyboys,” she smiled.

In a rare occurrence, Mav and Tom’s deployments didn’t match up, leaving him and Slider on shore, while Mav and Merlin, Wood and Wolf were at sea.

She could hear the calls Tom would make in the evenings to the Vinson, to the various officers who owed him, already rather influential at the recently-received rank of Lieutenant Commander, for updates on Mav in particular.

She’d heard the stories both from the man himself, and from Tom, how the Mitchell name hung like an albatross around the diminutive pilot’s neck, how his basic medical needs were overlooked by dint of his “traitorous” surname.

As a nurse, especially a Navy nurse, it was beyond unconscionable.

She was glad that Mav had Tom as a friend, and it touched her to see the care he extended to his whole TOPGUN class.

“Such a Mother Goose,” Mav and Slider would say, both with sadness, but the former with a soul-deep sadness.

“Are you sure, milaya?” Tom’s voice brought her back to the present, as he came around the counter to step into her personal space, his hands on her waist, infusing her whole being with the warmth that only he could give her. “Because I’m really feeling bad that I have basically a whole day off, and you have to work.

We could have a movie night with some popcorn and ice cream, and you can talk about how people like me are the craziest sons of bitches around,” he grinned, referring to how they met a little over three years ago, after a little training mishap. “I’ll gladly keep your misery company.”

She smiled, resting her hand on the chiseled plane of his bare chest, as her index finger idly played with the chain of his dog tags, “No, like I said, even last week, you go and enjoy yourself with the boys.” Her smile took on a more devilish quirk, “Besides, you can make it up to me later.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, “Oh, I can, can I?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ll manage,” she teasingly replied.

“Uh-huh,” he breathed, stepping impossibly closer, “and how exactly do you want me to make it up to you?”

“You’ll think of something.”

“How about a little down payment, then?”

He didn’t even bother waiting for her positive, always positive, response before one hand was buried in her hair, and his lips were on hers.

It was a kiss full of the easy confidence of a man who knew he was given what he took, and the passion and devotion of one who knew what a gift that was.

She could have gotten lost in her husband’s embrace and kiss for eternity, but the rude realization that she had a shift to prepare for, made her reluctantly, oh-so-reluctantly, push him away.

“As much as I’d really love to continue this, I can’t.

I have to go.”

He pouted like a child, the effect amusing to see on his already-full, kiss-swollen lips, and she gently carded her hand through his hair, soft and slightly curling without the gel, pushing it away from where it flopped onto his forehead. “I know most of this day didn’t pan out how we wanted it to, but we’ll make the best of it—we always do.”

“I know.

You’re sure it’s okay with you if I go out with the boys tonight?”

“Yes, Tom, how many times do I have to tell you?

Go have fun—but not too much fun,” she smiled.

He leaned forward, tucking his head into her neck, inhaling deeply, “You’re the only one I want to have fun with.”

“I would hope so, Thomas Vasilyevich,” she replied, lightly poking him in the side, “seeing as I’m your wife.”

“Oof,” he mock-winced, drawing back to look her in the eyes, “Russian naming me, huh?

Well, Mrs. Kazanskaya, two can play at that game,” he rejoined, leaning in to kiss her again.

However, she pushed him away, laughing, “You are a menace, Thomas Jacob Kazansky!

I have to go!”

“Worth a shot,” he laughed, letting her go.

She gathered her lunch into her bag, along with her paperwork, and shouldered the tote, before turning back to face Tom, who was leaning against the counter, long, sweatpants-clad legs crossed at the ankles, mirroring his arms, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Not going to kiss me goodbye?”

With a sigh, she asked, “If I kiss you goodbye, will you keep your hands to yourself?”

He clicked his tongue, “You drive a hard bargain, lyubimaya moya, but I’ll try.”

“Don’t try, just do,” she replied, amending one of Mav’s favorite sayings, stepping closer to peck him on the lips.

True to his word, he didn’t move an inch, but the regret on his face made her have to resist the temptation to kiss him and say to hell with her shift today. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay.”

And here, a sudden idea struck her. “Hey, wait a minute, you said that you guys were going to the O Club, right?”

“Yes,” he replied, drawing out the syllable. “Why?”

“Because I was thinking that if I can, maybe I can meet you guys there, join you flyboys.”

Tom’s eyes lit up. “That’d be great!”

“You guys won’t mind?”

“I won’t mind,” he shook his head.

She good-naturedly rolled her eyes, “I know you won’t mind, what about the guys?”

“I’m sure the guys won’t mind, but they can take it up with me if they don’t like it.

Try to make it?”

“I will—hopefully, I’ll see you later.

And you’re sure you don’t need your other girl today?” she asked, double checking that he didn’t need his Chevelle, since her car was in the shop that week.

“No,” he shook his head, “Slider’s picking me up, you take her.

I love you, milaya.”

“I love you too.”

With that farewell, she dashed out the door, fleeing her own house like Lot, because she knew she’d never leave if she looked back at Tom.

Chaos.

That was what her shift at NMCSD was like.

Some unlucky or hapless person somewhere had probably said “It sure is quiet around here,” or some other variation of that phrase, and brought the wrath of the medical gods down upon them.

She’d had no less than ten emergencies to deal with, and at the end of her shift, she felt—no—knew—she deserved a drink.

A quick glance at her watch showed that it was just before 1800–from her experience, the carriers usually docked at 1500 or 1600, which meant they should all be at the O Club already.

Not wanting to give the charge nurse an opportunity to call her for something else, she practically ripped off her uniform, changing into the nicer spare clothes she kept in her locker just in case she had somewhere to be that wasn’t the grocery or straight home.

It was a worn, but well-fitting pair of jeans, sensible shoes, a tank top, and finally, a white buttondown with vertical blue stripes which she pilfered from Tom’s closet, that she never saw him wear.

After throwing on the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and tucking in her tank, she hastily walked (okay, ran) out of NMCSD, and headed to her parking spot.

God had mercy on her, as the traffic was light all the way to the O Club, the Almighty surely knowing that she’d reached her limits of bullshittery, that all she wanted after this day was a stiff drink, and her husband’s company, despite the fact that there would be others around, friends as they were to her.

It was a Saturday night, and the parking lot was full, but she managed to find a spot on the far end of the lot, a slight sheen of sweat breaking on her skin despite the AC, as she maneuvered in, not wanting to scratch her husband’s beloved car.

The flaring, insistent ache in her feet was testament to the long walk to the entrance, exposing just how many people had to be here, and true enough, once she pushed the doors open, the bar was hopping.

She moved through the crowded bar, searching for Merlin, Slider, or Tom—there’d be little hope of finding Wood or Wolf, and no hope of finding Mav, in this press of people.

She was heading through the crowd towards the bar when she smacked straight into someone.

An apology was on her lips, when the person turned, and she heard, “Hey, Mrs. Ice, how are you!”

And she looked up, up, up into the smiling face of Sam “Merlin” Wells.

“Hey, Merls, how are you, how was deployment?” she said, hugging the ludicrously tall RIO.

“Ehh, hot, as usual, but otherwise, uneventful; just running our CAPs, and buzzing the tower every now and then.”

She guffawed, “That’s Mav for you—I don’t know who’s crazier; Mav, or you, for willingly sitting in the same jet as him.”

Merlin leaned down, “Tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

“Probably me, because I actually enjoy it,” he murmured.

She chuckled, “Oh, Samuel, never change.”

“Hey, what am I doing, let me get you to the guys’ table!

Come on!!”

He put his hand on her shoulder to make sure she didn’t get lost in the crowd, and led her to a table in the back. “Guys, look who I found!”

“Well, hey, if it isn’t my favorite Ice Queen!” Mav cried, leaping to his feet and pulling her into a hug.

“Hey, Mav, how are you?” she beamed, glad to see her husband’s best friend and wingman.

“Better, after seeing your pretty face,” the black-haired pilot grinned a grin which would probably make quite a few people here swoon, if its full force were turned on them.

She smacked his shoulder, though she was unable to stop her smile, “Stop it, you incorrigible flirt, you’re not my type, and even if you were, I’m very happily taken.”

“Ah, you wound me, my fair Ice Queen,” Mav dramatically clutched his chest.

“You’ll live,” she teasingly rolled her eyes.

“Mind getting your hands off my wife, so I can say hello to her, Mav?”

A glance behind Mav showed Tom standing there, a sight in his summer whites, an arch expression on his face, but those who knew him would be able to see the glowing humor in his eyes—but over all, the joy and love.

Mav moved aside, gesturing grandly at her. “All yours.”

“You bet your ass, Mitchell,” Tom nodded.

“Excuse me, I have a very nice ass, I have that on good authority,” the other pilot affrontedly stated as he walked backwards to his seat.

The voice of Charles “Chipper” Piper called, “Ugh, come on, Mav, no one wants to hear about your pasty ass.”

“You’re one to talk, Chip,” Marcus “Sundown” Williams chuckled.

Tom shook his head and stepped closer, making everything else fade into the background, his beautiful smile on his face. “You came.”

“I needed to,” she sighed, “I need a drink.

And the whole you being here is a nice bonus.”

He blushed slightly, ducking his head. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Well, come on, let’s get you that drink,” he replied, leading her to the table, around which sat Mav, Merlin, Slider, Wolf, Chipper, and Sundown.

“Hey guys,” she waved, taking the seat beside Tom.

They all greeted her as Tom called over one of the waitresses, ordering his usual vodka on the rocks along with her usual Old Fashioned.

When it arrived, she shocked them all by drinking more than half of it in one sitting, heavily setting the glass down on the table.

“That kind of day, huh, sweetheart?” Tom asked, his voice full of sympathy, warmth, and the slightest hint of laughter.

She turned a baleful look on him. “What do you think?”

He blinked, obviously weighing his words, the rest of the flyboys holding their breath. “I think maybe I should get you another one when you’re done with that.”

“God, I love you, Tom Kazansky,” she breathed.

The table collectively exhaled, as Tom grinned. “Aren’t I lucky?”

The night wore on, dinner eventually being ordered from the bar’s kitchen for everyone, and Merlin was the first to leave, saying that his wife was coming home late that night from taking care of a medical emergency with her mother, who lived on the other side of the States, and he wanted to be there to greet her.

The flyboys tossed peanuts teasingly at Merlin, Chipper and Mav whooping, Merlin flipping them the bird with both hands as he laughed, and said goodnight.

The remaining group continued on, and the vodkas Tom had drunk had loosened him up—he wasn’t drunk by any means, but his laughter was a bit louder, his eyes a bit brighter.

He was telling a story about one of the instructors from the TOPGUN session he’d been asked to help out with, since he wasn’t deployed this rotation.

It was a story she’d already heard, and so she allowed his words to fade slightly, just watching him as he spoke, fiddling with the straw of the second Old Fashioned Tom had ordered for her.

She smiled as he gestured animatedly, making the light glint off the gold ring on his left hand, which matched the one on hers.

Seeing it did funny things to her stomach, seeing the tangible proof that that man was hers.

Add to that the fact that Tom was in his summer whites… it was a cocktail more intoxicating than anything the bar behind her could ever offer.

She exhaled evenly, taking a sip of the water she’d switched to after her second Old Fashioned, admiring the figure he cut, an exemplar of US Naval excellence.

If you asked her later, she wouldn’t be able to tell you why she did it.

But the devilish thought of wanting to see if she could tilt him off-kilter entered her mind regardless, and she hid a smile behind the rim of her water glass.

She nonchalantly shifted her chair closer to Tom and innocently placed a hand above his knee, making him glance at her, and offer her a fleeting smile, while continuing the story.

Ever so carefully, she inched her way towards the inseam of his trousers, rubbing small circles as she went, which got her a minuscule narrowing of his eyes and a barely-there glance as he spoke.

She smiled back, stilling her hand, and he continued.

Once he had relaxed into his chair again, she began moving again, shifting her hand higher and higher, letting her fingernails catch repeatedly on the seam.

He cleared his throat and soldiered on, shifting in his seat, but the slightest tone of strain was beginning to creep into his voice now, and she mustered all the stoicism she’d learned from her husband to keep her face straight.

As her hand moved further up his inseam, she was treated to the sight of his jaw tensing, the sheen of sweat gathering at his temples, the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly, the sound of the strain in his voice, and the hitch in his breath.

She knew that if she continued this, she was playing a very dangerous game, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at that moment.

So she inched further up, letting her fingernails dig into the seam, flicking it almost audibly, which elicited a cough from her husband.

Slider whacked Tom on the back, saying, “You okay, Ice?”

“Yeah,” he rasped, “just—just swallowed the wrong way.”

At this point, she was mere inches away from being so obscenely high on his thigh that the other flyboys would probably see, but just to see what Tom’s reaction would be, she made as though she were going to go there.

Smoothly, he placed his hand atop hers, somehow managing to conceal the fact that he had plucked her hand from basically his lap, bringing it up to his lips as he finished the story, his eyes stormy as he cut his gaze to her.

Maybe, she realized, as she looked into his tempestuous eyes, maybe she had made a very, very big mistake.

After another hour, they began to wrap up, hugging and slapping each other on the back, and for the first time since she’d met Tom Kazansky, she was not looking forward to being alone with him.

When the final farewells had been spoken, Tom wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking them towards the distinct shape of his Chevelle, visible now that they were some of the last people at the bar.

“I can drive us, if you want,” she offered, testing the waters.

“No, I’ll be the one.

Keys.”

His tone was unreadable, and she fished the keys out of her pocket, handing them to him.

He led her to the passenger’s side, but just before she reached for the handle to open the shotgun door, she found herself pressed against the back passenger door, looking up into her husband’s face.

She refused to buckle at his impassive stare, looking evenly into his eyes; depthless blue, the color of the sea at twilight, in the dim illumination afforded by the streetlamps.

His hand shifted, and her breath hitched, but he only moved his hand past her, the familiar click of the Chevelle’s door release echoing in the thick San Diego night air.

Tom pulled the door further open, inclining his head and stepping back.

She swallowed, but moved to sit in the passenger’s seat, the sound of the shutting door feeling like some sort of passage of sentence.

Moments later, he opened the driver’s side door, sliding in and shutting it, however, he didn’t start the engine.

She held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next, but he only started the car, the purr of the Chevelle doing nothing to ease her tension, serving only to ratchet it up, the familiar streets leading home passing by.

The silence in the car was almost a living entity, made worse by the fact that Tom kept his eyes firmly fixed on the road before them, and she would be lying if she said that her heart wasn’t racing.

She was beginning to see the reasoning behind her husband’s callsign, between his nonchalant attitude and his unerring patience to wait her out, wait for her to slip.

Well.

She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

…

She hoped so, at any rate.

She’d always been weak for him, honestly, and she suspected she always would be.

Much too soon, they pulled into their driveway, and Tom cut the engine, leaving her in silence, literally and figuratively, as he stepped out without a word.

She briefly debated whether or not to stay in the car, but knew deep down that that was not an option, so she got out of the Chevelle, also making her way inside.

After locking up the doors and checking the rest of the house, she exhaled and looked warily up at the stairs. “‘Screw your courage to the sticking place,’ woman,” she murmured, striding determinedly up the stairs.

The lights were on in the bedroom, and she saw Tom at the dresser, keeping his submariner in its box, his face somehow still impassive.

She moved to the bed, picking up the pile of night clothes she’d laid out that morning, muttering, “I’m going to the bathroom,” and darted towards the en suite.

However, before she could make it there, a hand wrapped around her upper arm, and once again, she got the breath knocked out of her, finding her body pressed against the wall behind her by the solid mass of her husband before her, his hands on either side of her head.

“What was that about tonight, hmm, milaya?” he spoke lowly, making a shiver run down her spine.

“What was what?” she replied, affecting a light tone.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he replied, implacable.

“Oh, that,” she shrugged, caving slightly.

“Yes, that.

And just what were you thinking?”

“Ehhh—nothing much, really.” Well, she mentally admitted, that much was true.

“Uh-huh.

See, I think you were trying to get me to lose it,” he declared.

She somehow managed to muster up an innocent expression. “Uh, nope, not at all.”

“Sure.

So your hand at my inseam was just complete coincidence, was it?”

“Has to be.”

He stared her down just like he had in the O Club parking lot, attempting to keep his expression stoic, but this close, she could see his eyes—how there was only a thin ring of midnight gray, his pupils blown wide from the desire he was trying to keep down.

She inhaled sharply, her lips parting, and his gaze immediately locked onto the sight.

When he spoke next, his voice was low and trembling. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

“I think I have some kind of idea,” she breathlessly murmured.

“Fuck—” he whispered brokenly before kissing her like he was at 38,000 feet and she was the oxygen he needed to breathe.

Caught in his riptide, she was helpless but to hold onto him.

Air surged back into her lungs as his kisses moved down to her neck, only to be stolen from them moments later, a cry halfway between pain and pleasure carried on her breath, when his ardor seared into the delicate skin there.

“That hand of yours—and you wearing my shirt—you drive me crazy,” he spoke into the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“I think you like it, though,” she whimpered, hitching her legs around his unfairly narrow waist, as he adjusted his arms to hold her up.

“Damn it, I fucking do,” he groaned, moving them towards the bed.

They had just collapsed onto the comforter, kissing like teenagers, when he broke away to breathe, “You’re still going to pay for what you did, though, you’re not getting out of that.”

“Oh, am I, because it seems to me like your mouth is writing checks your body can’t cash… Commander,” she cocked her eyebrow.

His jaw dropped slightly, followed by a shaky inhalation. “…I shouldn’t have told you about my rank thing.”

Her smirk was halfway to a grin by now. “What are you going to do about it?”

He tilted his head. “You’re asking for it, at this point.”

“Well, then, do what you’re going to do, flyboy; that’s an order.”

A wicked smirk quirked the corner of his lips, full of promise. “Yes, Ma’am.”

NMCSD: Naval Medical Center San Diego

The USS Carl Vinson is a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier commissioned in 1982, and she is still on active duty.

I stole @valmare’s headcanon that Tom drives a Chevelle, because if it’s good enough for Mir, it’s good enough for me!

I’m so sorry Mir!

According to a production photo, Tom’s full name is Thomas Jacob Kazansky, but since I headcanon him as Russian, his patronymic is missing.

So thusly, you have Thomas Jacob Vasilyevich Kazansky.

When Mrs. Kazansky refers to Tom as Thomas Vasilyevich, that is considered a casual, informal, yet somehow in its own way, formal, method of referring to someone.

There’s cultural rules about that.

Tom calls Mrs. Kazansky “Mrs. Kazanskaya”, which follows the Russian and Slavic convention of gendered surnames.

CAPs: Combat Air Patrols

Summer whites are the white version of the khaki uniforms, and you can see them in The O Club bar scene in Top Gun ‘86.

“Screw your courage to the sticking place” is a quote from Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”.

Did I basically steal a line from Top Gun, and completely change the context of it?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Mrs. Kazansky calls Tom simply “Commander” instead of Lieutenant Commander, because of the convention regarding “double-barreled” ranks.

Russian Glossary

Disclaimer: endearments and translations taken from Google—please don’t hesitate to correct me if I’m wrong, which, odds are, I am.

Milaya: dear, darling (there are other translations of this word, however)

Lyubimaya moya: my darling/my one and only sweetheart

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mynameismckenziemae · 10 months

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Aint No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter I

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

You (Sunny) help your Aunt Penny out at the bar and are introduced to sweet, shy Bob by an old friend.

(Next chapter here)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, handjob (m receiving), premature ejaculation, mentions of sexual harassment. Let me know if I missed anything.

Yep, Penny was right, you think as you roll through the parking lot, trying to find an open spot. The Hard Deck is packed.

You sigh as you shift your car into park. You were exhausted, but you knew Penny needed the help.

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*30 minutes earlier*

You were walking up the stairs to your apartment Penny’s garage as she was hurrying to her car.

“Where’s the fire?” You call. “Oh, hey! Jack called, I’m heading to the bar early—the new hire didn’t show and a carrier docked, so it’s a full house. I’ll see ya later, hon!”

“Do you want some help?” You offered. Bartending was the last thing you wanted to do tonight, but your Aunt Penny had done so much for you the past few years, it was the least you could do.

“Uhhh, yeah, that would be great. Maybe just ‘til 7 when Ashley comes? Are you sure though? I know you’re exhausted”.

You were exhausted. “No problem at all, let me just change and I’ll be on my way”.

“You’re a lifesaver, see you soon!”

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You’d changed out of your scrubs into a pair of jean shorts and a plain black tee and here you were.

Let’s get this over with, you think with a sigh and open your car door.

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“No, the blue one at the bottom, a little lower,” you hear the jerk behind you smile. “Yeah, actually grab me one from the way back so I know it’s cold. A little farther… ” he leers.

Alright, that’s enough. You rise, turn, and grab the $20 he laid on the bar. You pop the top and take a nice pull as you ring the bell. “Thanks for the beer. Now get out.”

“Excuse me?! You fucking bitc—“ he starts, but is interrupted by a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Do we have a problem here?” Asks a thick-mustached aviator.

“Uhh, nope. I was just heading out. Have a good night” the jerk says, scurrying away with his friends.

“Bradley Bradshaw, long time no see” You smile, boosting yourself on the bottom shelf to hug him across the bar. “Thanks for that, by the way”.

You and Bradley had known each other since you were kids; your dads served together and your family remained close after Goose died. He was a few years older, something you never let him forget.

“No problem, you had it handled, I just wanted his seat. You look great.” He takes the now vacant spot. “What are you doing here? UCSD finally figured out you don’t know what you’re doing and fired ya?” He jokes, knowing you were at the top of your nursing class.

“Ha! No, I’m still there in the ER. Currently taking the flight nurse course though. Penny’s new hire didn’t show, and it was slammed, so I offered to help” you reply.

“Got tired of watching us flying and decided it was your turn?” Hangman says, pushing his way through to the bar to sit beside Bradley.

“Something like that” you smile, kissing his cheek. “Good to see you, Hangman”.

“Same, sweetheart. We just got back today, 4 months is way too long to be stuck on a boat.” Jake complains. You agree, there’s no way you could do that.

“Where’s dickhead?” Bradley asks, sipping his beer.

“You mean Derek? Back in Minnesota with his new girlfriend. Caught them in my bed after a 12-hour shift” You reply, sliding Jake a beer.

“Seriously? What a piece of shit. You’re better off. Never liked that fucker any way” Bradley mutters.

“Me either” Jake agrees.

“Honestly, I’m not sure I did either” you laugh. It was great in the beginning, but he was insecure and jealous; always accusing you of being unfaithful. You naturally were a bubbly, friendly person, but he was constantly berating for you for flirting and it had taken a toll on you. Always worrying that he was watching you and knowing he’d yell at you later for it, you started over analyzing everything and became a shell of the woman you’d been. When you’d moved across the country 9 months ago to live with Penny to complete the training for your dream job, it only got worse. He had moved out to be with you and not 2 months later you found him cheating. Dickhead indeed.

"You’ve always looked great honey, but you look lighter, happier; like your old self again. No wonder someone over by the pool table can’t take his eyes off ya" Jake winks.

You glance behind him and make eye contact with another khaki uniform. Deep blue eyes behind BCGs (birth control glasses), light brown hair, sinewy arms. You smile, which he returns, but quickly looks down, blushing.

“Tell me about him. I take it he’s shy?”

“Name’s Bob. Yeah, he’s shy. I don’t think I’ve seen him talk to a girl besides ‘Nix. He’s her new backseater, just moved out here before we sailed. He’s really fucking smart. From the Midwest, like you. All around good guy.” Bradley responds.

Someone starts shouting their order. “I better get back to it. I’ll be done around 7, wanna catch up?”

They nod, “We’ll be by the pool table whenever you’re ready.” Jake replies.

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The bar is finally caught up a little after 7. You sneak into the employee bathroom to touch up your makeup and let your hair down from the clip you threw in. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and head out.

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“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Natasha says with a hug “How are ya?”

“Good “n you?” You reply, Minnesota accent slipping out.

“Good, happy to be stateside again. Hey, this is Bob, my new backseater.” Nat introduces you. “Bob, this is Sunny.”

“Nice to meet you Bob” you smile, shaking his hand.

“Uh yeah, likewise” he stammers, blushing again. “Is Sunny your real name? Or is it short for something?

“No, my real name is actually Aelia.” You cringe. “It means sunshine. But no one ever said it right, so my dad started calling me Sunny and it stuck. Is Bob short for anything?” You tease.

“Yeah, Big Ol’ Balls!” Bradley comes up behind him and squeezes his shoulders. Bob’s blush depends. “I’ve known Sunny here since she was in diapers, her old man was a wizzo too.”

You nod. “Yeah, my mom made him quit shortly after I came along though. He’s a commercial pilot now.”

You ask Bob a lot of questions, and he eventually starts to relax. You find out he grew up in a small town just a few hours away from you, is the middle child between an older brother and younger sister, and has a 3 legged golden retriever named Steve that he adores.

“Why the name Steve? You laugh as he shows you a picture of them both smiling at the beach. Steve is adorable, but Bob’s defined arms in the cutoff definitely got your attention.

He laughs too. “Not my choice, his previous owners named him that. They left him at the vet when he got hit by a car and his leg had to be amputated. I adopted him shortly after and didn’t want to stress him out more by changing it”.

Your heart melts. “That’s so sweet, who has him when you’re deployed?”

“My sister and her family live in Redlands and thankfully are happy to take him. I texted her that I was back in town and would come get him, but I got a picture back that the kids were planning on camping in the living room with him tonight—even had a sleeping bag set up in the middle for him, so I said I’d just pick him up tomorrow.” He smiled. You might as well be a puddle. How is he single?

“I wanted a dog since I moved out here, but my ex was allergic. I was thinking about looking into adopting once I finish my flight nursing courses, but we’ll see.”

“You should meet Steve. He’d love you.” Bob says quietly. It’s getting busier, you can hardly hear him.

“I’d like that” you lean to whisper in his ear, “Do you wanna walk the beach? It’s getting loud in here.”

He gulps but nods.

You grab his hand and lead him through the crowd, jutting your chin to the door, mouthing “Heading outside, it’s too loud” to Bradley.

“Sure” he mouths back, winking. You roll your eyes and continue towards the exit.

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You keep your hand in his as you wander down the beach, eventually sitting once the noise of the bar isn’t so oppressive.

Bob breaks the comfortable silence a few minutes later. “I…I’m not good at this. Talking to women, dating, all that. If I don’t talk, I’m awkward. When I do talk, I’m awkward. I like you, Sunny. You’re sweet, smart and funny. You listen when I talk, and you’re so damn pretty, I couldn’t—can’t keep my eyes off you, I don’t want to mess this up—“ You stop his rambling by pressing your lips to his.

He freezes, but you murmur against his lips. “I like you too.” Suddenly he’s kissing you back with vigor. You lick the seam of his lips and he groans. Fuck, that sound. You want to hear it again and again.

You pull away, trying to slow down. “Will you take me out?” You ask, a little breathlessly.

“Yeah? Yeah, I’d love to. What are you doing tomorrow?” He asks, straightening his crooked glasses. God, he’s cute.

“Not a thing. I finally have a weekend off.” You reply.

“I’m gonna pick up Steve around 11. Can I take out you out after?”

“Perfect. I’ll give you my number. Will you walk me to my car?”

He nods and pushes to his feet before pulling you up next.

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“I’ll pick you up from Penny’s around noon then? Bob asks, opening your door for you.

“Can’t wait.” You give him a quick peck, pulling back before you go carried away again.

“You know your cunt of a girlfriend stole $20 from me?” You startle as the jerk from earlier walked out from behind your car.

You could feel Bob’s entire demeanor change. “What did you just call her?”

The asshole shrinks as Bob stands to his full height.

“Nothing, I—“ he tries to backtrack, realizing he fucked up.

“Apologize and leave. And if I ever see you here again, you’ll regret it.” Bob interrupts.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I’ll uh… I’ll leave you to it,” he says as he scurries away. Again. Pussy.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m gonna follow you home, alright? You oka…?” He trails off as you move around the car door, bumping it closed with your hip.

“That…was so fucking hot,” you whisper as you fist his shirt and pull him to you. Pressing your front against his, you kiss a line from his jaw to his ear. “Too bad this we just met tonight. Because I want nothing more than to get on my knees and show you my gratitude.” His cock twitches against your stomach.

“Oh, ha, uhhh…you don’t, I mean you wouldn’t have to do that“ Bob stutters.

You push him against your car and kiss him again. His hands go to your hips, while yours slide down his chest, over his nipples (to which he inhales sharply), and across his stomach. You grip his hip with your left as you lower your hand to rub the length of him with the heel of his palm. Fuck he’s big.

He lurches with a startled groan. And so receptive.

You are burning up. He’s such a good kisser. His big hands are gripping your hips so tightly. The way he went from shy and reserved to defending your honor with a quiet, cool confidence. You palm him a little faster.

Bob breaks your kiss with a pant, “Sunny, I…”

“You…?” You continue for him, kissing and nipping at his neck, you can feel the precum leaking through his pants.

“I, uhh…I’m—“ he tries to continue, but you suck his pulse point. He releases your hip to grab your hand, but it’s too late. “Fuckkkkk, Sunny. I’m cumming”.

You feel him pulse against your hand. He’s breathing heavily and you can tell he’s mortified, but you are soaked. “I’m sorry, I’ve—“

You pull back from his neck to look him in the eye., bringing your damp fingers to your lips.

"No need to be sorry, Bob. That was so..." you lick up one finger, “fucking..." lick down the next, "sexy" and suck them in into your mouth, like you wish you could to his cock.

Bob’s eyes widen and he shudders. You step back and get in the car.

He takes a deep breath and turns to you, trying (but failing) to hide the wet spot. Oh, you were going to wreck him.

“I’ll follow you to Penny’s to make sure you get in okay, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nod. “Thank you again. Goodnight Bob.”

“Night, Sun”.

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#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x you #bob floyd #top gun maverick #top gun smut #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin smut #natasha phoenix trace

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uceyliyahh · 4 days

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Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5282

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

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@pinkwithhearts @jstarr86 @empressdede @paigereeder @biancasreign

III.

it was ten in the morning, and the sunlight was beaming down from my curtains. I had woken up from my slumber after a wild night that I had with Josh; I've seen him sleeping on his stomach, snoring loudly.

I played in his mullet, which was a mess, as I saw him shifting in his sleep while I went towards the bathroom to take a shower to soothe my body.

As I was in the shower letting the warm water hit my body a sigh of relief came out of my mouth, I wasn't expecting to get my back blown out by this man last night he was so rough and dominant with it something that Malakai didn't have in that department.

I heard the bathroom open knowing that it was Josh coming in probably looking me, but I didn't really pay attention to it.

I felt the cold breeze as the curtains were open turning around seeing Josh standing there looking at me as I smiled at him.

"I was looking for you." Jey said.

"I figured you were c'mon, boy, you are getting me cold." I said as he came in the shower behind me while closing the shower curtains.

"My fault, mama." He had wrapped his arms around my waist nuzzling his neck onto my shoulder kissing me on the cheek.

I just smiled at him as him and I showered together I shared my body wash and stuff with him since he didn't bring any masculine body wash.

We were in the shower longer than expected due to us having a make out session in the shower since he couldn't control himself around me then end up taking pictures together in the bathroom.

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I chuckled at Bianca's reply to my story, knowing that she was probably downstairs watching it right now, but we both walked inside my room, drying ourselves off.

I've seen Josh with the towel wrapped around his waist, looking all good with his hair all wet, making me want to pounce on him so fast.

But he threw on the clothes he had on yesterday as he watched me put on some clothes since I had a few clients that needed their nails done for today.

"What'chu got plan for today mama?" Jey asked me.

"Well, I got a few clients today that need their nails done for like a special occasion that they're having after that I'm probably going to go to the mall to get me something." I said while fixing my hair in the mirror as I've seen him walking up to me.

"Mhm, you tryna spend the night tonight with me?" I turned around while staring up at him as he was gazing down at me.

'He wants me to spend the night? Ova at his crib? Wait until Bianca here's about this.'

"sure ion mind spending the night in your home." He nodded his head while grabbing my chin to give me a few kisses on the lips.

"Ight then pretty lady I'll see you later then." He was about to head out but I stopped him in his tracks as he looked down at me.

"What's up mama?"

"Don't you wanna take you some breakfast to eat before you leave?" I asked him as he nodded his head yes.

"Hell yeah, girl, I be starving in that bitch man."

I just laughed at him as we both went downstairs together so I could fix breakfast for everyone, including him.

✧.* OMNISCIENT Tiana was doing her friend Emma's nails for today since they needed to catch up with a lot of things that's been happening in their lives including Tiana's of course.

As they were gossiping about their lives Tiana's phone started to buzz as she seen the caller ID but couldn't recognize the number but it had clicked to her that it was Malakai calling her.

"Is that Kai?" Emma asked.

"Yeah it's his ass again girl, ion know what imma do."Tiana said while painting her nails.

"Girl ask ya new man he look like he could fight."She just chuckled at her response, Josh is really dominant and strong so he'll probably be able to punch Malakai's head off.

Her phone rang again, but this time it was a FaceTime call from Josh, so of course, she picked it up.

FACETIME Jey: hey mamas what'chu doing right now? Tiana: I'm doing my friend Emma's nails she's my last client for today why? Jey: I wanted to see if I could come get you early from work today since you staying at my crib for tonight. Tiana: I mean I have my own car but you can just pick me up at my house. Jey: ight then mama.

FACETIME CALL ENDED.

"Ouuu you spending the night at your mans house girl." She said as a hit her in her arm.

Tiana was cheesing like a mother fucker like this man got her hooked and attached to him; meanwhile, we aren't a couple.

"Shut up Emma, you're making me blush bro."Tiana said as we continued to laugh together.

She saw a car pull up in the parking lot. She thought it was Josh coming to visit, but when I saw the body figure, she already knew it was going to be some shit.

Malakai came in there all furious as her and Emma looked at him.

"Oh, what's good Kai." Emma said.

"What's up Em, I need to speak to you Tiana like now?" Malakai said sternly as Tiana scoffed at him.

"Nigga anything you need to say you can say it in front of Em." She said while multitasking.

she noticed that he had a frustrated expression on his face wondering how is he going to be manipulate her this time around since he don't like the fact that she moved on from him.

"Who the fuck this dude huh? Tiana?" He asked as he showed her a picture of her and Josh together.

She just rolled her eyes at him, "what? Are you jealous or sum' about me moving while being happy with someone that isn't yo' ass Kai?"

"Like why are you still stuck on me when YOU fucked up by fucking ol' girl." Tiana continued as he stood there.

"Mane fuck allat' shi I apologize didn't I? So that means we are still together." He said as she snicker at him this man is delusional.

"An apology comes with accountability and actions dummy and you did none of that, you literally proved my point." She argued back while curing Emma's nails in the curing light.

"Whatever Tink, where's your supposed to be man at or is he imaginary?" 'This goofball right here, bro. He can't be serious, right?'

"He's at work right now I mean I can FaceTime him real quick so you can see what he looks like since you think he ain't real." Tiana said as she pulled out her phone while calling Josh on FaceTime call.

FACETIME Jey: what's up mamas? Tiana: Josh, somebody wanna see you because they don't think you aren't real Jey: who?

She turned her camera around on the FaceTime call showing Josh her ex Malakai she could sense that Josh's eyebrows were furrowed up a bit.

Jey: is that yo' ex mama? Tiana: yeah that's him he said you wasn't real so I had to show him proof that you were. Jey: hm, give me a minute imma pull up real quick so he can see me in person seems like he gotta problem with me.

FACETIME CALL ENDED.

She placed her phone on the table, running her fingers through her hair, and looked at Malakai, who was staring down at her.

"Omg, tink I love my nails girl you get me right all the time." Emma said.

"Of course girl you know I got'chu." She said as she paid her the money while staying there probably she wanted to see who was her "new man" is.

After waiting for him to pull up we've seen his car pull up in the parking lot as he came out the car looking all good in his daily work clothes.

Jey opened the door seeing everyone staring at him as his eyes darted towards Tiana's way then to Malakai's way too, he ignored him as he came up to Tiana.

Scooping her up by her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him on the lips causing Malakai to be pissed at this.

"Is this supposed to be your "new man" T?" Malakai asked.

Before she could say anything, Jey had spoken, "Yeah, I'm the one that's rearranging her guts in real good while yo' ass is up here being delulu."

His voice sounded deep and raspy kinda turned Tiana on as she seen her ex trying to walk up on Jey but he stood his ground while looking at him.

"Yo' ass might wanna back up." Jey said sternly while getting all close and personal with Malakai.

He could sense the fear that Malakai had, so he chuckled a bit before having a smirk on his face.

"What's with the smirk bum." Malakai taunted.

"Me? A bum? If I were so much of a bum, I would've been dressing like yo' goofy ass dawg." He retorted.

He looked towards Tiana's way as she looked at him with them deep deer eyes she had it just made him want her so badly.

"You can leave now Kai I got things to do and I'm not staying here to hear nun else you got to say." Tiana replied as she was beginning to sanitize her equipment.

"Nah you ain't goin' with this lame Tink." He warned her.

"She is, so get yo' ass off of her shit." Jey threatened while pushing him roughly.

Malakai threw his hands up, "fuck it, whatever but this ain't over Tiana." Then he left the building all pissed off.

"Woah that was crazy." Emma said.

✧.* TIANA

After spilling the beans to Bianca about what had went down today at work she was livid but also happy that Josh came through before things got worse.

Meanwhile I was packing my bag with some clothes to wear at Josh's house since I am spending the night over there tonight that could give Bianca and Montez some privacy.

"Girl when is you and Joshua going to make it official chileee." She asked.

"I don't know it really all on him to make that decision, I already made up my mind." I said while shrugging my shoulders as I went towards my bathroom to grab my feminine products.

"I hate to say this buuuut, I TOLD YO' ASS." I rolled my eyes at her while throwing up the middle finger.

'She wasn't wrong. I was going to fold for this man. I mean, he takes care of me, loves on me, and he even listens to me, something that Malakai couldn't comprehend since he was too busy with his "rapper" career.'

'So yeah I'm attached to Josh but still keeping my guard up.'

"Yeah, yeah, all I hear is yapping B." I retorted as we saw a car pulling up, knowing that it was Jey.

"Well ya' man is here hurry up!" She said.

'Not her rushing me outta here bro like what?'

I made sure that I grabbed everything before leaving my bedroom to be greeted by Josh standing there waiting on me.

I walked up towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck, standing on my tippy toes, and giving him a peck on the lips.

"Hey, pretty mama you ready?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready to leave." I said as he grabbed my bag while opening the door.

"Ight let's go then." He said as him and I walked out.

Until I heard her big ass mouth shouting, "HAVE FUN BESTIEEE BRING ME A NIECE HOME!" I wanted to bob her upside the head for saying that shit out loud while Jey found it amusing.

I got inside his car while putting my purse in front of me on the floor as I buckled my seatbelt waiting on him patiently.

He finally came in the car looking towards my direction as he turned on his ignition to his car while he back out of the driveway driving towards his house.

Him and I were listening to my playlist on the AUX cord as he pulled out a pre-roll blunt from his glove department giving it to me to light up since he was driving.

I lit it up and took some puffs out of it before passing it back towards his way, I loved this, this was something that I always wanted to do when I was with Kai but I'm doing everything that I wanted to do with Jey.

He's so different everything about him is different I just have to get to know him more and learn his past.

He passed me the blunt as I smoked some from it as I blew it out of my nose, feeling that sense of relief.

"I got a pool out back if you want to use it, ma." He said this while getting the blunt from me.

"Ouuu I would love to use it Josh." I said excitedly as he smiled at me.

We finally made it to his crib as I grabbed my purse while unbuckling my seatbelt when I got out of the car my mouth was wide open at the sight I am seeing.

His house was so modern and homey like, we went inside of his house seeing all of this aesthetic stuff in his home especially the color scheme of the house it just looks so good.

I noticed him placing my bag down while walking towards me.

"Welcome to my home, lil' mama." He said.

"It looks so beautiful, Josh. I love the color scheme and everything else that's in here." I complimented as he smiled at me showing his grills.

"Thank you mama."

"Lemme show you around." I nodded my head yes as I followed him around the house.

After he showed me around his house I noticed that he had a mini studio in his house I guess that's where he does his other tattoos at or whatever but I went upstairs towards the guest room to put my things in there and went to go change into my bathing suit.

I bought it recently for something like this because I knew he would have a pool out back so I'm glad I bought it he probably won't be able to take his hands off of me.

I looked a the mirror in the bathroom one last time before heading out towards the pool making sure I grab my phone and towel.

I walked downstairs seeing Jey already swimming in the pool looking all good so I walked towards the sliding door opening it which caught his attention as he trailed his eyes down onto me as I put my things down.

He licked his lips while looking at me deeply. I knew he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Damn, mama, you look good as fuck." Jey complimented as I came inside the pool with him.

"Thank you Josh, you're handsome too very." I replied as I enjoyed the warmth of the pool.

He came swam towards me as he scooped me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his torso keeping myself in place.

Jey started to place a few kisses onto my lips as we both looked at each other cheesing like little ass teenagers.

"Josh." I called for him.

"What's up mama?" He responded as we continued to look deeply into each other's eyes.

"I wanna know more about you and your past experiences if you don't mind me asking." I could read his expression that he was certain that he wanted to be open with me.

"I got'chu mamas, but I was in a toxic relationship with this girl I was dealing with at the time, and she would be on my ass about everything and was curious about my whereabouts when in reality I was at work trying to start a future for us but she had to ruin it by cheating on me with some lame so I just decided go focus on myself after that." He vented as I sat there listening to him.

Our stories were similar to each other, both of us dealing with a toxic ex that cheated and ruin the relationship so I can understand where he is coming from because it happened to me too.

I feel like with Jey I could find love again he probably feels the same way too I just don't know honestly.

"I understand where you're coming from because I've been through that with him." I reassured him as I was playing in his hair.

"With ol' boy?" He asked while rubbing my thighs with his hands.

"Yeah it was a pretty messy break up, his parents tried to convince me that he'd had changed but I ended up with the same result I stopped being friends with the girl that I was close with after that happened." I said.

He hummed as a response while rubbing his hands on both ends of my body, continuing to look up at me licking his lips.

'This man is making me blush so hard right now. God, why did you bring this fine specimen to me?'

I looked away for a second trying to keep my composure around him as I heard he chuckled softly while grabbing my chin making me look at him.

"Why you keep doing that?, do I make you that nervous?" He asked.

"Yes Josh you make me feel nervous every single time we are around each other." I confessed while looking down at him.

I saw him smirking while rubbing his beard, "hm, didn't know I had that effect on you mamas." I just rolled my eyes at him as me and him continued to swim in the pool together.

✧.*

I was in the kitchen cooking some dinner for the both of us as I felt him all up behind me with a blunt in his hands as he passed it to me while I grabbed it with my hand that I wasn't using and took a few puffs outta it before passing it back to him.

He gave my ass a little smack before heading back to the living room to play the game with the guys, I was cooking us some steak with mashed potatoes and asparagus I always will be thankful for my mother for teaching me this.

I'm so grateful that she is still around and dad too, hearing Jey screaming his ass off at his brother and his cousins because they were losing had me rolling.

He darted his eyes towards my direction while giving me a glare like 'nigga it's not my fault yo' ass is losing the damn game.'

I just smiled at him while focusing on cooking the food because I know that boy loves food fr.

I was done cooking dinner as I walked over to Jey with his plate as he looked down at it while smiling hard as hell.

"Damn, mamas, you can throw it down in the kitchen, I see." Jey said as he began eating his food I could tell that he loved it so much.

"Thank you Josh got it from my momma." I said as I sat down next to him while eating our dinner together until I heard his brother say something in the mic

"Uce, you gotta new shawty or sum dawg? that I didn't even know about? Or we didn't even know about.'

Jey was stuffing his mouth with food not even paying attention to his brother while I just looked at him and started snickering at him.

"yeah Uce, who's this shawty that's cooking you dinner I hope it ain't Kehlani ass."

'Kehlani? Was that his ex-girlfriend that he was talking to me about?'

Jey stopped eating for a moment and began speaking into the mic, "nah uce, it ain't her ass y'all will meet her soon ight now let me be im tryna eat."

'He wants me to meet his family? I hope they'll like me.'

After we ate dinner I was washing the dishes as I felt Jey wrapping his arms around my waist while kissing my shoulder.

I've seen turned around wrapping my arms around his neck while pulling him into a kiss knowing that he was still on the game with the guys and his mic wasn't muted.

He snake his hands away from my waist towards my ass giving it a good grip as he placed me onto the counter top never leaving my lips.

My hands were in his hair as our tongues were fighting for dominance against each other feeling him rubbing up against me until his brother said something.

"Aye uce, mute yo' mic we don't wanna hear allat'" we stopped having our make out session as we both chuckled a bit as he pecked me on the lips.

"We goin' finish this later mama ight?" He said as I nodded my head.

I went upstairs towards the guest bedroom as I turned on the tv and started watching baddies caribbean while scrolling through my socials.

I posted a pic of me in my bathing suit that I had on earlier and the food a made for dinner not to long ago.

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I was laughing at the comments especially Jey's comment towards Kai I loved how he claimed me as his even though he hasn't said it yet but I'm waiting patiently for him to speak on that matter.

He probably wanna take things slow first which I can most definitely understand because I wanna do that too ion wanna move to fast with this.

As I was watching Tv I heard footsteps coming up the steps knowing that it was Josh coming up probably done playing the game with the guys but I just continued to watch my show as I heard the door opening seeing him peek his head out.

"What'chu doing in the guest bedroom mama?" Jey asked while shutting the door behind him.

"Oh, I didn't know if you wanted me in your space so I just put my bags in here." I said as I felt him walking up towards me.

He placed his hands on his hips like a typical mom while looking down at me.

"Tiana, stop playin' with me and go in my room." He said as I listen to him.

I grabbed my bag and everything that I had a moved it over towards Jey's bedroom, his room look way more better than the guest bedroom as I sat my bag down and putting my feminine products in his bathroom while sitting on his bed turning on the Tv continuing to watch my show.

I gotten a text message from Bianca and from Kai once again I just sighed thinking to myself 'is he ever going to quit?'

Breezy: heyyy girl how's the sleep over going? Tiana: it's going good I'm having a good time here like Josh is so generous and caring. Breezy: I see that him and Kai were beefing under your comments girl Tiana: yeah speaking of him, he texted me again from a new number. Breezy: what? That nigga is so weird bro. Tiana: ik right like he seems bitter honestly.

Breezy: sounds like it fasho but I'll let you be girl I'll text you tmr. Tiana: kk bye bestie.

I sighed, thinking if I should leave his ass on read so I can get back to my show because I find it ironic how he believes we are still together.

Weirdo: Tiana idk wtf you and ol' boy got going on but it needs to end. Tiana: nigga fuck you, you heard him i don't belong to you anymore. Weirdo: stop playin' with me Tiana. Tiana: blocked.

I blocked his ass again not wanting to deal with his bullshit for tonight as I continue to watch my show on Jey's Tv, Malakai is just weird and obviously obsessed with me.

✧.*

I was laughing while watching baddies caribbean seeing them fight was amusing to me, I heard the door opening seeing Jey coming in I didn't really pay attention to him as he closed the door behind him.

He placed his phone down on the dresser while coming towards me, and my eyes darted in his direction.

He hovered over me while holding my waist pinning me down on the bed as we both looked at each other.

"You done playing with the guys?" I asked as he started placing kisses on my neck.

"Mhm, you have all of my attention now ma, why don't you take these panties off so I can beat that pussy in." Jey purred as he was tugging on my shorts.

SMUT WARNING

I was on top of Josh holding his legs for support as I was riding him up and down on his dick as he watched while giving my ass a few slaps.

"Yeah, keep ridin' that shit mama." He praised.

"F-fuck J-Josh." I moaned while continuing to ride him.

As I kept riding him while my skin was slapping up against his legs I felt Josh pushed his dick further inside of me as I moaned loudly.

As my pussy was gripping onto him firmly as he threw his head back at the feeling.

"Fuck mama, keep gripping onto me like that." He moaned as he held onto my hips, guiding me to go faster. I was bouncing on his dick faster, causing me to feel pressure underneath me, "ouuuu fuck, this dick feels so good, Daddy." He smacked my ass while he pulled out, causing me to whine.

He bent me over as I was laying flat on my stomach while he put his dick back inside of my wetness while starting to pound into me.

I felt him gripping my ass as he was giving me good strokes from the back, making me look behind him seeing him move his hips into me.

He was biting the bottom of his lip while gazing down at me as he watched his dick go in and out of me.

"Mhmm, keep looking back at me, mama, with that pretty ass face." I was gripping the sheets right as he kept fucking me to the oblivion as my mind was seeing stars.

I had drool coming from my mouth that was running across my cheek as I rolled my eyes in the back of my head at the pleasure I was feeling now.

I felt the bed getting heavy as I saw him put his foot onto the bed while grabbing a whole load of my hair as he fucked me vigorously as I cried out.

"Ohhhh my goddddd Joshhhhh!" I cried out as I tried to place my hands onto his abs to slow him down.

But he pushed my hands away, thrusting into me harder as I mewled weakly, "Josh fuck..." every deep stroke he had, he gave it to you, making you feel every inch of him.

"Mhmm, don't run mama take this dick." He grunted as he trapped his lip between his teeth, gazing down at me.

As he was hitting my g-spot so good causing me to bite the bottom of my lip as he let go of my hair while my body collapsed onto the sheets as he kept going.

He slapped my ass while grunted, "arch that damn back and take this shit." He was fucking your shit up, making you feel lopsided as you were gasping for air.

I couldn't keep up with him as I felt defeated letting him do whatever he wanted do me as my mind went foggy, I felt a pit going down my stomach knowing that was I was finna cream on this man.

My walls were clenching onto him as he groaned in pleasure doing his worst to me he could sense that I was finna cum on him.

He didn't stop his pace as he was thrusting his hips deep inside of me knowing that he was hitting my spot good.

"Talk to me mama, I'm hitting that shit?"

"Yess daddy yess..." I moaned weakly as he slapped my ass seeing him all sweaty.

"This my pussy mama? Hm?" I couldn't comprehend what he was saying while he grabbed me by the throat pulling me up closer to his body as he kept thrusting deep inside of me.

"I'm not going to repeat myself mama, tell me that this is my pussy." He choke me firmly.

"Fuck yes, Daddy, this your pussy!" I felt his lips pressed onto my cheek.

He loved the sound of that and the way I looked right now all fucked up and miserable under him I felt my legs tighten as I cried out loudly "fuckkkkk Josh I'm cumminggg!" Feeling my legs shaken as his thrusts were becoming sloppy.

I felt so weak and tired out from all of this as I held onto his neck for support as his movements were getting sloppier and sloppier every single thrust he was giving me.

"fuck mama, I'm finna bust." I heard him moan softly.

He kept his pace going pounding my shit, causing me to see stars as I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, trying to catch my breath with this man; he was making me feel over-simulated.

He gave it his all as he cursed under his breath while pulling out of me, "fuckkkkk mamass." he groaned as he came onto my back as I fell onto the sheets, feeling defeated.

SMUT OVER.

OMNISCIENT Jey and Tiana were breathing heavily as Jey went to go get a warm wet rag to clean Tiana's back as she lie there face in the sheets.

He threw their clothes into the dirty bin that was next to the dresser as he picked up Tiana placing her on the other side of the bed.

He pulled the sheets over her as he came crawled onto the bed while getting in the bedsheets with her pulling her closer to him.

Nuzzling his neck onto her shoulders as he kissed her on the cheek while drifting to sleep.

Under your Touch.

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The Sounds of Nightmares unofficial transcript

Chapter 1 - The Workers in the Walls

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[Click]

[Shifting, Otto clears his throat]

Otto: Yesterday evening marked my first true session with the girl. Signs of significant disorder are greater than I initially thought. Her imagination is… vast. But one phrase in particular has become an earworm of sorts.

[Click, this time of a tape being inserted]

Recording of Noone: “He was right in front of me breathing hard… That’s what I remember most. The awful smell, like when sausage goes bad.”

[Click, the tape stops]

Otto: Scent while dreaming is a rarity. An indication of sensory transcendence. She may be a fine candidate for a neurological study… but her health must come first. [Sigh] There are undoubtedly other details I missed in her recount.

Otto: [Deep breath] From the top, then. [The tape begins to rewind] Sleep be damned tonight.

[Intro plays]

[Click]

Otto: This is the Counselor. Herein are my preliminary case notes for tape #54, session #1, patient #1220… [mumbling] referring to children by numbers… [deep breath, normal] Our relationship goes beyond mere ethics, so I can leave that practice to the heartless quacks on the upper floors. But to remain professional, I’ll use a moniker the girl has given herself… Noone. (A/N: pronounced like noon)

[quiet tapping as a drink is poured]

Otto: Noone has been in CPI care for a fortnight. Given her rather remarkable medical history, her mental state seems relatively unremarkable. [stirring his drink] She finds herself in my ward due to worsening, though not recurring, nightly afflictions. Parasomnia isn’t uncommon among patients; not to imply she’s unworthy of treatment, only that there are others worse off.

[Otto shifts in his seat and sips his drink before setting it down]

Otto: Noone also displays signs of mild trauma. As such, Nightmare Disorder is possible. Given her diffidence, the focus for this session is to build rapport. I’m hopeful Noone will open up and we’ll learn what lies inside that little head.

[Ceramic clicking, Otto says “Oh!” at the sound of papers being knocked over. More ceramic, the audio cuts]

[A door closes]

Otto: Take the big chair, Noone. Sit, lie, saddle it like a horse, whatever you please.

[Otto pulls out paper as Noone sits down. The chair creaks]

[quiet jazz starts to play]

Otto: How’s that?

Noone: …fine I guess.

Otto: [Walking to his chair] That look on your face says there’s more on your mind.

Noone: It’s… it’s like the music I used to hear through the walls. In our old apartment. Before we moved into the fancy house.

Otto: Would you like to talk about that? Your old apartment?

Noone: No, counselor.

Otto: Alright. An easier question to start. How are you feeling today?

Noone: …Bit sad.

Otto: For any reason in particular?

Noone: …Um… the red flower… mum and dad left. It went all wrinkled. I tried lifting a petal and… it broke off. But, then I saw why- little crawlies, everywhere underneath the dirt.

Otto: Aphids? How unpleasant. [shift] Must be hard, here all alone. That wasn’t just a flower to you, was it?

Noone: No, counselor.

Otto: Y-Your parents only want you to feel like you again. And we’ll see to that! One day at a time.

[Otto writes something]

Otto: Have you been sleeping?

Noone: Yes, counselor.

Otto: Call me Otto. Sleeping well?

Noone: …Yes.

Otto: Noone? This is a place of honesty. The truth, please.

Noone: …Fine. Middle of the night, I keep waking.

Otto: And are you perspiring?

Noone: …um…

Otto: Sweating?

Noone: Oh. Uh, yes. And, my heart beats like there’s a- pecking bird in my chest.

Otto: Did these nightmares coincide with the onset of your sickness?

Noone: No. O-only after.

Otto: And, do you remember your nightmares or do they disappear come morning?

Noone: I remember. Everything.

Otto: [pause, shifting] …Would you be alright to tell me about them? Now, or, later?

Noone: Yes. Um… The one I had last night, it’s still here. The feeling. But, may I have some juice? My head’s light, and mum says it helps.

Otto: (amused) I’m not sure that’s true. Regardless, you may.

[audio cuts]

[audio resumes. Noone is sipping a juice box.]

Otto: I see you eyeing my painting. I’ve had it since I was a boy. “The Zahir’s Gaze”, it’s titled.

Noone: Why is it so- blurry?

Otto: It’s a hidden image. The trick is to unfocus your eyes. Try it!

[short pause]

Otto: There! Can you make it out now?

Noone: …no.

Otto: I’ve got an idea. Keep your eyes on the painting- let your mind wander. Meanwhile, you can tell me your dream! If you’ve finished your juice.

Noone: [sipping] I have.

Otto: From the beginning, then.

[pause]

Noone: …It started when I woke up. Somewhere I didn’t belong.

Otto: Describe this place, please.

Noone: Everything was white. Only slowly I realized snow was falling on a field. The view was peaceful looking out from so high up. Like I was… one. With the cold.

Otto: You felt this cold?

Noone: Not like the counties in winter, but, more like watching someone who is chilled. Around me, but not… in me.

[the music quietly stops. Ambience for the dream begins]

Noone: I turned away from the window, which was only a hole in the stone wall of the curved passageway, that stretched on a long ways. This- odd feeling, told me to get up. But I couldn’t stand because the ceiling was so low. I crawled ahead and… if not for the tiniest bit of light I would have fallen. Another passageway appeared on the floor. Its edges throbbing in the dark. Suddenly I- I heard a clinking from below.

Noone: That same feeling told me I was lost inside a giant. A huge one made out of stone, and the only way out was to keep going through its veins. I climbed into the pitch dark,

[Dream!Noone gasps, the sound of sliding plays]

Noone: And immediately began sliding down the icy wetness, going and going, faster and faster. I thought the slide would never end and just- and-

[Dream!Noone grunts as she hits the ground. The sliding stops]

Noone: It shot me out.

Otto: …Did it hurt?

Noone: …Not like when you fall for real.

[footsteps]

Noone: I can see what it is now! The painting! A-a tiger, and two moons.

Otto: That’s not quite right.

[Noone walks back]

Noone: (with interest) I’ve never seen a tiger before.

Otto: Keep trying! Remember to unfocus. Continue, as you wish.

[pause]

Noone: An orange glowing came from a candle. But the light didn’t reach the room’s corners. A tiny hole had been cut out of the stone beside me. “The snow,” I thought. “How nice it would be to watch fall again.” I look through, but there was no snow. [ambience picks up] Only a room, brimming with glass jars. Light danced through them, coming from a doorway on the opposite side. Until… a figure stepped through it.

Noone: This HUGE man. Wore a long coat and fishing hat. His face kind of… dripped as he watched me. Then he was gone. W- He was an.... I-I can’t remember. It’s the only thing I can’t remember.

Otto: Could it have been someone you know, your father perhaps?

Noone: (immediately) No. This man doesn’t belong to our world.

Otto: I don’t quite follow.

Noone: That’s just the feeling he gave.

Otto: You keep mentioning this “feeling”. Can you try to explain?

Noone: You can’t understand! Not unless you were there- you just can’t!

Otto: It’s alright, Noone. We don’t have to talk about him. Relax. Breathe.

[Noone takes 3 exaggerated, slow breaths]

[ambience gets slightly louder. It’s faint, clicking machinery]

Noone: Turning from the hole, I spotted an exit on the far wall. That’s where the clinking was the loudest. I started towards it, when a shadow ran out from the corner, that of a child. I shouted “Hey!”

[Dream!Noone: Hey! Where are we?]

Noone: “Where are we?” But, quiet as a mouse, he climbed through the pulsing exit. And carelessly I followed.

[Dream!Noone grunts as she hops through the exit]

[Machinery gets louder]

Noone: The room over was bigger. And the child was gone. All over the walls and floors, were more pulsing passages. Like living ant tunnels. All kinds of springs laid about, and little oil cans and strange tools.

[Dream!Noone gasps]

Noone: Suddenly, footsteps. Approaching, matching the rhythm of the clinking. [sound of a wooden crate] Knowing I didn’t belong I hid behind a wooden box.

[a hoard of small footsteps alongside the machinery]

Noone: Peeking up, I saw other small shadows entering the room. They step by each other silently. Most passed into different doors, but two stayed behind, searching for the springs. They were not children. Not at all. Even in dim light they remain shadows. Things not quite there, as if forgotten, not wanting to be seen.

[Things clicking, cracking, and moving around]

Noone: They held nasty tools and… their empty faces showed they weren’t very bright. Both stood, looked down a passageway… and jumped.

[Dream!Noone gets up and follows them]

Noone: With nowhere to go I did the same, climbing to the platform below.

[Dream!Noone lands. The machinery is even louder now]

Noone: I finally saw what was making all that noise. Golden, spinning wheels. Fat ones, small ones, skinny ones, and they went down so deep I couldn’t see the end! I didn’t know what they were until that faraway feeling came back and told me.

Noone: They were gears. With- teeth which locked perfectly into one another, clicking on and on in a song that never stopped. There were a hundred-hundred of the dull little shadows, working to keep the mechanisms going. Felt… without their doing, the gears would surely stop. And the giant would break apart stone-by-stone... But as I leaned over the edge, distracted, my foot must’ve knocked a wrench.

[a quick clink. Dream!Noone gasps]

[the wrench falls a long way down]

Noone: All the shadows stared up. And a few begin climbing my way. They move separately, but… as one. [Dream!Noone breathing quickly] I panicked and tucked between a set of levers, in the tight space my dress got caught [Dream!Noone grunts] on the tooth of a massive gear, pulled me up and around until my dress tore [tearing fabric, Dream!Noone yelping] shooting me onto a pipe below, where I lost my grip only to hit another platform.

[Dream!Noone lands, breathing heavily]

Noone: The shadows stopped chasing me, working again as… the yank* took the piece of my dress, now stuck between two gears, causing all the others to slow.

Noone: While they were bothered, I took the chance to escape.

[Dream!Noone running, machinery fades out]

Noone: The wall in front of me went… went down and around, f-forever and ever. Along with the mechanisms. I grabbed onto a rod, sliding on, when a big creak [metal groan] groaned above, and the gears went right back to singing their song.

[machinery starts again]

Noone: The ripped fabric floated down before me, passing by a tiny crack in the stone. Painful cries came through it. [faint echoey scream] I shouldn’t have wanted to know what was on the other side, but… I did.

[more screaming]

Noone: A small room with chains covering the floor. And 3 identical nun-like dresses, freshly pressed, hanging by a bed. Then, the chains jangled [Chains jingling, man gasping], and my heart stopped. [Man groans] A frail body slumped against the wall, a chain around his neck. He was right in front of me breathing hard… That’s what I remember most. The awful smell, like when sausage goes bad.

Otto: Hold on a minute, Noone. [Noone gasps. Ambience suddenly stops] You distinctly smelt his breath?

Noone: Not his breath. Him. So rotten, it still stings my nose now.

Otto: How certain are you?

Noone: You told me to tell the truth, no? I am.

[Otto quickly writing]

Noone: Do you still want to hear the rest of my nightmare?

[Otto still writing]

Noone: Otto?

Otto: Hm? O-oh. Apologies. My mind was divided, and that’s not fair to you.

Noone: [quiet sigh] Anyways.

Noone: Looking through that crack, I realized something. (whisper) I was inside the walls. Like a rat. On the other side was an entire world. (normal) And everything got… w-worse from there.

[very quiet ticking]

Noone: Lower and lower I climbed until I had gone- down so deep, that there was nothing but steam and darkness. And louder ticking, back, and forth. Back, and forth. Wanting to give up I sat listening.

[ticking is more noticeable]

Noone: I’d nearly fallen asleep, when suddenly a small shape crawled out from inside the wall below. “Another Worker came for me,” I thought. But… when they looked up… I saw their eyes. A child. For certain, this time. And… their hair was covered in goo, which made it hard to tell if they were a boy or a girl. Still, I climbed down, full of energy.

[Dream!Noone climbing down]

Noone: Nearly the amount I used to have.

Noone: We stood in silence, a moment. Stuck in their hair was… black liquid moving like smoke.

Noone: “What’s in your-” [Dream!Noone at the same time] I started, [child shushing] but they put a hand over my mouth. Not until they pointed at the wall, did I understand why. Its another crack, led to yet another chamber.

[Dream!Noone and child walking over. Metallic hammering starts up]

Noone: It was a hideous workshop. All around were… half-made… projects? Built from wood and metal, with all kinds of straps and cranks. Their shapes made my chest tighten. A collection of… masks was- on the shelves with screws and spikes on them, positioned to fit perfectly into a mouth!

Noone: A tall woman bent over a new project, [faint humming] wearing a familiar dress. Long heavy chains coming out under its tail. [Chains scraping, more humming] She moaned, enjoying herself. I could feel she’d been at it for hours. Her presence alone told that she was the keeper of this stone giant. Of the world beyond the walls.

Noone: Turning to a pile of scraps… I saw her face. Equally… old and young, and her s-skin stretched back so tight that… only her eyes seemed human. I wanted so badly to know what she was building, and to scream all the same…

Noone: But before I could do either my new friend pulled me away. They pointed up.

Noone: From between the planks, a shadow studied us. The child pulled my arm but it was already too late. The Worker leapt down besides me, inspecting my body like a tool, reaching out with its wrench. The child pushed me away, [the sound of burning] letting a sliver of light shine out from the workshop to hit the shadow. Faster than fast, it tucked back into darkness, [sound stops] desperate to keep hidden.

[pause]

Otto: Noone, why have you stopped?

Noone: I’m thinking. …The next bit is hard to describe. The nightmare- it shifted.

[ambience picks up, earlier sound of machinery]

Noone: Steam reached around us. And we came to a place at the bottom of the gears. Between the walls.

[whoosh, tick]

[whoosh, tock]

[whoosh, tick]

Noone: In front of us, a long pendulum whooshed back and forth.

[whoosh, tick]

[whoosh, tock]

Noone: My friend grabbed hold as it swung by. I let it go past one, [tick], two, [tock], three times before finding the courage to do the same. We climbed as the pendulum rocked left and right, making my head dizzy. “Just a little more,” I repeated to myself, until my friend reached out a hand to pull me up.

[Both Dream!Noone and child grunt as she’s pulled up]

Noone: We’d made it. Finally, the center of the clock. The room was round with a spiral staircase, and a machine made of little metallic fingers, tapping a violent rhythm.

Noone: The ceiling was a white- clock face, but… all the numbers were wrong.

Noone: We immediately ran up the stairs [footsteps] and at the top, we stepped out into a courtyard.

[Dream!Noone and child breathing, stepping on grass. Machinery and ticking fades out]

Noone: My body began shaking as I heard them. [Faint screaming] Shouts and shrieks of pain. All I could do was stare up at the circular walls, which I had just been inside. This was the true building. There were a million rooms like the second one I peered into, all the way up, with- hands and limbs reaching out from between the bars that kept them locked in. My heart pounded like one of them. A Prisoner, trying to get free.

[Screaming and shrieking continues]

Noone: I shouted “Wait, please!”

[Dream!Noone: Wait! Please!]

Noone: But my friend was across the courtyard. Then, a jingling. The tall woman jumped down from above [jingling, thump] and with thumping steps, she went after my friend. A chain leapt out beneath her dress, like a snake. It caught their leg and the woman dragged the child through the snow, kicking and yelling.

[child struggling]

Noone: My friend scared to tears [child: Help!] yelled for help, and the woman spotted me. She began plodding my way and fear froze my feet. Getting closer and closer and all I could think was “Who brought me here, and why was I made to know these secrets?!” [chains jangling]

Noone: With skin so tight her mouth opened only a sliver with blackened teeth inside, hungry for something! …Something that swelled inside me.

[all ambience cuts off]

Noone: …Then I woke up.

Otto: …That’s… awful, Noone. I’m sorry. The woman in particular sounds… disturbing.

Noone: Yes. But, she didn’t scare me most. Not after I woke up. It was the Workers.

Otto: Hm… because they were mindless?

Noone: No. Because they were hidden. Nobody knew they existed… that’s how I feel sometimes. Since getting the water sickness, (increasing distress) as if things are in my body but instead of making me tick they’re killing me, like the bugs in the flower pot- Ugh, I can feel them in my head!!!

Otto: Noone. Listen to me. I’ll do everything within the limits of my command to help you, but there’s nothing bad inside you. Nothing.

Noone: …um…alright.

Otto: [pause] I have… one more question, and I think it’s enough for your first day, okay?

Noone: Okay.

Otto: Noone, have you ever heard of mutual dreaming?

Noone: Mutual dreaming?

Otto: Sharing the… experience with another person.

Noone: How could what’s in my head be in someone else’s head? And who would I share it with?

Otto: Questions that have hounded my outer colleagues for years. Your perception of temperature and smell while dreaming is sometimes thought to be an indicator of this transpersonal phenomenon. While I’m not convinced of its ontological validity, I’ve longed to study a case like yours. Unfortunately- I’ve only known one other person to exhibit this faculty, years ago-

Noone: Who? Were they like me?

Otto: …My… (quietly) beloved Cici**... uh- not quite. In any case, my ambitions fell off, I… I lost sight, of… many things. But you’ve stimulated a part of me nearly forgotten.

Noone: Oh. I think I see it now, Otto.

Otto: Yes! That’s right! We’re in this together.

Noone: No. The painting.

Otto: Oh.

Noone: It’s a map. Of stars and two circles around it.

Otto: Yes! Good! An astrolabe, in fact.

Noone: Astrolabe?

Otto: An ancient instrument, used to locate positions in time and space. Now, surely, you’re exhausted-

Noone: I don’t want to go to my room. To sleep. Will… will you walk me back?

Otto: Of course! And we can’t forget your nightly confectionary. [the sound of wrappers] Here now, take your pick.

[Wrapper crinkling]

Otto: Sweets for my sweet.

[ceramic clinking]

[click]

[Outro plays]

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*It's a little hard to tell what word she says here

**I have no idea if this is how it's spelled

#little nightmares #the sounds of nightmares #tson #ln podcast #transcript #ln otto #ln noone #otto #noone #GAH there's so many things in this episode alone #Noone choosing the name here herself and clearly being No one.....#The warden/torturer lady wearing a ''familiar'' dress #Whatever the Ferryman was up to #AAAA there's so much to see here!!!!!!!!#Anywho hopefully this transcript helps people know what happens in the episode!!!#the sounds of nightmares transcript

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aint-shitt · 1 year

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this is a real omorashi story (18+ only!)

there was this kid austin that I dated on and off. we had a lot of sexual chemistry and always went back to hooking up for years after high school, even. he was a drummer with tan skin and long black hair.

when we started hooking up our senior year, we quickly discovered that we both had piss kinks. and so it began…

dirty texting led to pictures and video chatting, until finally, we decided to start holding at school together. we would hold it all day, and then go back to my house when school let out. my parents wouldn’t be home til a few hours later, so we’d go down to the basement, make out a ton, and wet our pants in front of each other.

this one time though, I’ll never forget...

we had decided to start holding the night before a school day, by texting each other to drink a full glass of water before bed, and then we could NOT PEE in the morning, just continue to hold it all day.

so we did. we both held it all day, texting each other each period to check in.

we went to a private school in a pretty rural area. I waited for him after school at “the spot” (this little creek just off school property, surrounded by trees and always deserted) in my school uniform: a white button-down shirt, a knee-length green skirt, white crew socks and black shoes. from there, we would walk no more than ten minutes to my house.

I was doing alright - only mildly desperate, as I chose not to drink that much of anything on this day to make it easier on myself… still though, I shifted from foot to foot as I waited for him, teased by the sound of the creek.

I was surprised as he suddenly hobbled over and threw his backpack down, huffing and puffing and swearing. he wore the guys’ version of our uniform: white shirt, green pants.

“fuck, I’m not gonna fucking make it. I barely made it through last period. FUCK. I am going to have to piss right here,” he said, frantically squeezing the head of his cock through his pants.

I watched him, intrigued. “aw, is it really that hard to hold it? you’re not gonna make it to my house?”

“no. fuck.” he took a moment to glance at me standing there pretty casually. “why aren’t you as desperate as me?? did you cheat?”

“no! I never peed today… I just… also haven’t really drank anything.”

“what!! no fair! I fucking drank soda and water all day, and last night - oh my god,” he moaned. his eyes got wide. he started frantically undoing his belt, his breath hitching. “oh my god, I’m already pissing. FUCK.”

I saw a shiny little dark patch quickly appear on his crotch. I felt myself get a little wet, imagining it spurting out…

“stop.” I told him, touching his arm while he still fumbled with his belt buckle.

he looked at me, with tears in his eyes, I swear. “what????” he demanded.

I quickly looked around to make sure there was still nobody in sight. nope, just trees.

I bit my lip and ran my hand down his arm, to his hand, to his crotch. I started gently stroking the fly of his pants.

he made an extremely hot guttural sound, like “nnnggghhhhhhhh” and closed his eyes.

I felt his warm crotch with the back and then front of my hand, rubbing up and down, harder, feeling his cock stiffen through his pants.

“ughh god… that’s really helping, actually.”

we caught each others’ eyes a moment and smiled. being hard always helped him hold longer…

…but how much longer?

we took a few steps over to a large tree.

I stood in front of him, his back pressed against the tree, my knee slightly between his legs.

my hand continued to fondle the front of his pants as he moaned softly. I looked down at that wet spot, which was still really small. for now.

“ugh, you’re making me wanna cum…”

I laughed softly and kept rubbing him. he grasped the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss, pushing his back against the tree and jerking his clothed dick into my hand more.

we kissed for like, ten seconds. then I started fumbling with the button of his pants. my knuckles must’ve pressed into his bladder a little, because he suddenly groaned desperately.

“ah, ah…” he broke the kiss and hissed through his teeth, as I felt a little warm pee leak into his pants… into my hand. it was just enough to soak the fabric and widen the diameter of that wet spot. my eyes widened in amazement, suddenly feeling a little wetness of my own slip into my panties.

he panted. “fuck. I can’t hold anymore. I’m going to fucking piss my pants right here.”

“really? you’re going to pee in your pants, you can’t hold it?” I asked sympathetically.

“no I can’t fucking hold it.”

“you’re sooo desperate to pee, it just wants to burst out of your cock right now?”

“yes - AH - fuck -”

he looked down at his pants. I followed his gaze. a skinny dark stain was appearing all down his left leg, and I could just barely hear a faint hissing sound.

I watched in awe for about three seconds, before whispering close to his ear, “okay, stop. get control now, you can do it.”

he closed his eyes and gulped. I saw the veins in his neck bulge as he prayed to the heavens to gain control. fuck, he looked hot.

and gain control, he did.

panting, he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and furrowed his brow. my hand was still there on his cock, slightly wetter than before, but I confirmed he had stopped the leak.

…for now.

“good job.” I said. but I knew his bladder ached. he had so much more left inside.

I went back to fiddling with his button fly, but then had a better idea.

I stepped about three feet away and stood in front of him. "keep holding and do what I say. okay?"

“huh??” he groaned.

“unzip your pants.”

he stared at me. his hands went gingerly to his zipper, and he slowly undid it.

“fuuuuck,” he breathed, rolling his eyes. this simple motion, unzipping his pants, sent all the more TIME TO PEE signals to his brain.

he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed himself with both hands through his light grey boxer briefs as he impatiently awaited my next command. he pressed his legs together, hips shaking side to side quickly.

“okay, now what??” he whined.

I smiled, absolutely fucking loving this, staring at his hands firmly grasping that tantalizing bulge in his soaked underwear.

"now what?” he repeated, impatiently.

"what, you still have more pee? but you leaked so much already, just look at your pants…"

"PLEASE, I have to piss - fuck - ah- I'm going to really explode in about five seconds,” he spat, his hands never leaving his cock, the veins in his arms bulging.

"take it out and put your hands behind your head.”

he looked at me desperately. “babe, I - I can't let go of my dick, it's all gonna come out."

"you can do it. take your cock out and let me see it. put your hands behind your head. and do not lose control."

he shook his head desperately. “I can't babe, I can't, fuck… oh god!" he squeezed his eyes closed and gripped his penis hard, and I watched with delight as another spurt escaped him. the spurt was so strong, it shot right through the light-colored boxer briefs and made a little arc through the air.

he gasped and palmed his cock with both hands, more pee shooting up onto his shirt, out to the sides, onto his pants, as he desperately trying to regain control. he reached inside his boxers and threw his head back, starting to jack his dick.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it helps me hold it… you know that…"

"is your cock hard? are you actually turned on by this?? you're turned on by having to pee so badly?"

"…..yes, I love it…" he said, continuing to jack it in front of me.

"you like feeling so full of piss? and then not going to a toilet, but just holding it? holding it until you're so desperate, that you start leaking in your underwear?"

"…yeah, I, ah-"

"you like losing control? wetting yourself?? you like having accidents, don't you? but they're not accidents are they, they're on purpose?”

he rubbed his dick to my filthy talk, which was still hidden by the soaked fabric of his boxer briefs. "…yes, I like it…" he gasped.

"let me see it."

he pulled the boxer briefs down finally, tucking the waistband under his balls, showing me that glorious wet cock. it was hard and weeping. he kept stroking it.

“OKAY now, stop. fucking. jacking off."

"if I stop, I'm going to lose control. I’m gonna pee,” he whimpered, fully stroking his erect cock, so much liquid still pressing inside of him.

"stop touching yourself right now."

he stopped the motion, but kept squeezing his dick, his eyes squeezed shut.

"let go of your cock and put your hands behind your head.”

he whimpered, really whimpered, but obeyed my command. his hard, glistening dick now hung half-hard in the cool air, peeking outside of his unzipped pants.

it was a real sight, him leaning against that tree, totally flustered, hair a mess, dark piss patches marking his shirt and pants. his dick hung there, twitching weakly, as he panted.

he looked right into my eyes. "I have so much more piss inside me, you have no idea. please… please let me pee…”

"keep holding it," I said, crossing my arms and staring at him.

he made a sobbing sound and his dick twitched heavenly. he stared up at the trees and mouthed ‘fuck.’

I stared at his beautiful genitals, intrigued by them, so different than my own. I bit my lip and reached up my knee-length skirt. my panties were hot and damp, and I gently rubbed myself as I stared at him.

he noticed me. through shuddering breaths, he said “you like what you see?”

“just focus on holding it,” I commanded him. but I lifted my skirt slowly, showing him my damp white panties. and through my intense arousal, I felt my own desperation grow.

"dear god…" he said at the sight of me, and started to lowering his hands from behind his head.

"don't you dare touch yourself," I spat. "put your hands back behind your head and hold them there."

he pressed his lips together and lifted his hands to grab the back of his head again, squeezing his eyes shut. but I noticed a little weak piss mixed with precum dribble out of the end of his gorgeous penis.

"oh no, are you leaking a little bit?"

"mm-hmm…" he moaned frantically, another larger dribble leaking out.

then another. he panted and gulped. "fuck, I can't, I - UGH - "

both our mouths both dropped open as a hard stream of piss shot out of him, across the distance between us, and jetted against my midsection, soaking my shirt and skirt. I stepped to the side and watched it continue to shoot out, creating a huge arc and loudly landing on the leaves several feet away.

“FUCK - I can’t - I can't stop it, ah - I'm peeing - ah"

I stepped over to him. I placed my hand on his cock and gently held it for him.

"nnnngyesssss…" he said, the hard stream of piss still hissing out.

I held his cock with one hand and dared my other one to palm the head, feeling that hot piss shoot into my hand and allowing it to splash out to the sides, up and down, onto both our clothes, the ground, everywhere…

fifteen seconds passed, and I couldn't believe he was still pissing. hard.

"wow. can you get control now for me?"

"nghhh…" he moaned, and started hitching his breath. i felt his dick flex. the stream slowed, stopped and started a couple of times, and then he had regained control.

"that's good baby, good job…." I devilishly pulled his boxer briefs back up over his dick and started to pull his pants back together, although I knew…

“OHMYGOD no, I can't -"

piss was shooting out of him again, soaking his boxer briefs and the legs of his pants entirely. he let out a primal groan of relief, finally letting himself really go.

I admired him as he continued to totally drench his clothes, before I pulled the briefs back down over his dick and set that stream free again. I held his cock and played with him encouragingly, as he continued pissing and moaning for almost a full minute longer.

when the stream finally slowed and stopped in my hand, I gently rubbed him in praise. his cock re-hardened to its fullest expression.

I lifted my gaze to his eyes, starting to rhythmically stroke him. he stared at me with exhausted lust.

"babe," I said.

"yeah?" he mumbled.

"I have to pee, too… really badly."

he grinned.

#omorashi #bladder control #pee kink #full bladder #piss holding #piss kink

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shesmyboot · 1 year

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Baby Severide - Chapter 7: Change of Plans

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: After only a few days home as new parents, an unexpected timeline adjustment is made

Words: 1641

Warnings: mentions of scars, parental tension

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9:37AM. It was Thursday morning, only a few days after Alexis was born. You rolled over in the king size bed to find Kelly wasn’t beside you. Looking beside you, you could see Alexis wasn’t in her bassinet either.

Still sore from surgery, you slowly put your slippers on and went to the living room to find the rest of your family. Kelly was laying on the couch, shirtless, with Alexis on his chest and a blanket covering them while watching SportsCenter. Reaching down, you rubbed his shoulder to get his attention.

“How long you been here?” You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Less than an hour I think. I didn’t want to wake you, I know you’re exhausted, so I fed her a bottle and we’ve been watching highlights of the Blackhawks game,” he replied with a smile.

“Your mom texted me last night.”

“Oh yeah? What did she say?”

“Said you texted her about the baby. She wants to visit when we’re ready. She can come today if that works for you.”

He nodded.

“Can you grab my phone?” He asked, “the new lieutenant officially starts today and Cruz was gonna text me about who they got.”

You wandered back into the bedroom and found his phone still charging on his nightstand. Looking at the notifications on his screen, there was a text from Boden.

Fixing your eyes on the screen of his phone, Boden had texted “call me.”

“No text from Cruz, just Boden,” you announced.

“What’d he say?”

“Call me.”

“That can’t be good.”

“Probably not. Want me to take Alexis so you can call him?”

Kelly pulled back the blanket and began to laugh. Once you saw what he had done, you started to laugh too.

“You wrapped the baby?” You chuckled, looking at the Moby Wrap you received from your baby shower wrapped around him and Alexis.

“Hands free,” he laughed.

“Coffee?”

“Sure.”

As you wandered to the kitchen, you saw Kelly mute the tv and call Boden, all while Alexis was sleeping on his chest.

A few moments later, you came back to the couch with two coffees in hand. Alexis had started to fuss as Kelly hung up the phone.

“What did Boden want?” You asked, handing him one of the fresh coffees from your hands.

“New lieutenant didn’t show up for work today,” he replied.

“Who did they get in for you?”

“Connor Maxwell, used to be an engine lieutenant before he got his squad certs.”

“Do they know what happened?”

“Boden says the guy overslept, but he doesn’t buy it. They’re gonna let him stay for the shift and cut him loose if it doesn’t go well.”

As Kelly told you about this squad lieutenant, he got a look of desperation in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I’m a little worried about my men.”

“Why, baby?”

“I’ve never been taken a furlough this long in a very long time.”

“Are you scared they’re gonna like this new lieutenant more than you?” You laughed, rubbing his shoulder.

“I just don’t want my company to go to hell while I’m gone,” he chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“How much time did you take off?

“I told Boden 8 weeks.”

“Is there a way you can go back early?”

“I guess I could, but I want to be here for you and our baby.”

Alexis began to fuss, still wrapped with her dad.

“I’ll take her, babe. She’s probably hungry.”

Kelly unwrapped Alexis and handed her to you. You raised your shirt, exposing yourself in order to feed your baby.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine here, if you want to go back early, Kelly,” you told him.

“I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed or like I want to work more than be home with our brand new baby.”

“I’ve got 8 months of leave. You would’ve had to leave me home with Alexis by myself when you’re on shift regardless.”

“I know, I know, I just hoped she’d be a little older first.”

“It’s like 3 days a week max, I’m sure we’ll be okay if you want to go back early,” you smiled, adjusting your head’s position to leaning on his shoulder, “I know you love your job and I know you love us, but we’ll be okay if this is what you want.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, wrapping his arm around you.

“Kelly, would I ever lie to you?”

“I guess I have my answer then.”

“You should call Boden and tell him there’s been a change of plans,” you gestured to his phone on the side table.

He grabbed his phone and you finished feeding Alexis. Kelly put his phone on speaker phone as you burped Alexis.

“Kelly, how’s the father life treating you?” Boden asked him as he picked up. You could hear his smile through the phone.

“Ah, Chief it couldn’t be better,” Kelly grinned, “do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking about coming back to work a little earlier than what I originally planned.”

“When were you thinking?”

“Next shift, if you’ll let me.”

“Can’t stay away too long, huh?”

“What can I say? It’s in my blood,” Kelly chuckled.

“Actually though Kelly, is your wife okay with this? You sure you don’t want to take some time with your baby?”

“We’ve talked it over, it was kinda her idea actually.”

“I know he’s missing it, I’ll be okay if he goes back,” you piped up.

“Well, I still haven’t filled your spot for next shift. You’re welcome to it if you want it.”

“Thanks, Chief. I’ll be there.”

Kelly hung up the phone and turned to look at you.

“You’re really sure?” He asked, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“Yes, Kelly, I’ll be fine. Maybe I’ll even bring her over to the firehouse when you’re on shift,” you replied, “you don’t have to be worried.”

“I love you, thank you for being everything I wanted in life.”

You leaned over and hugged him with one arm, Alexis dozing in the other.

“Can you take her so I can have a quick shower? I still feel like hospital.”

“Of course baby, do what you need.”

You handed over Alexis to her father and just the sight of the two of them together melted your heart.

“Oh babe, question for you,” Kelly asked as you were headed to grab your house coat, “do we have more bottles? Or should I clean a couple for later?”

“Uh,” you were wracking your brain, trying to figure out where your nesting brain put them, “I think they’re in the drawer by the fridge, but honestly I don’t remember.”

Changing out of your clothes and into your bathrobe, you couldn’t help but notice the horizontal scar on your stomach. It was still a little painful when your hand brushed it, but the pain didn’t matter because you had your baby. The perfect baby, with the perfect husband. You didn’t need anything else.

Turning on the water and getting in the shower, Kelly knocked on the bathroom door.

“I hate to interrupt you,” he chuckled, “but there’s someone here who you’re going to want to see.”

“Can it wait until after my shower? I’ll be quick, I promise. Ask if they can wait?” You asked, shampoo already lathered in your hair.

“Yeah, we’ll be out here.”

Kelly closed the door behind him and the thought of who could be here for you raced through your mind as you quickly finished your shower. After finishing up and drying off, you threw your hair up in a messy bun and put on your sweats to go see your visitor.

“Babe, I made some breakfast for the four of us,” Kelly told you, setting the table.

“Who’s here? And where’s Alexis?” You asked.

“Hi, sweetie,” a familiar voice beamed.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“I came to apologize,” she said, “I’m so sorry for what I said.”

Without saying a word, you walked over to your mom and gave her the tightest hug of your life. A couple tears filled your eyes.

“You want to meet your granddaughter?” You asked, motioning to Kelly to remove Alexis from the wrap.

“Yeah, I’d love you,” she smiled.

Handing over your daughter to your own mother was such a special experience for both of you.

“Kelly can you take a picture?” You asked.

“Oh, honey, I just got off a plane, I look awful.”

“Mom, you look great. I want to remember this.”

Kelly grabbed his phone from the counter and took a picture of the three of you together.

“I also came for another reason,” she admitted, sitting down at the table, “Kelly and I were talking while you were finishing your shower. He told me he’s going back to work earlier than expected. I already called back home and I’ve made arrangements to stay with you for a week or two.”

“Mom, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did, my daughter had my first granddaughter. I need to be here with you.”

“I’ll be fine on my own while Kelly is on shift, you don’t need to help me.”

“Well, then I’ll explore Chicago. I’ve never had the chance to do some sightseeing here.”

You nodded and brought Alexis’ motorized baby swing closer to the table.

“Set her in the swing while we eat, you can hold her after,” you offered.

Your mom set Alexis in the swing and it bangan to slowly swing side to side.

“So Kelly, when are you back to work?” your mom asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” he said, grabbing some more bacon from the counter.

“That’s quick,” she replied.

“Yeah, only missed two shifts, but I know my girls will be okay for 24 hours without me.”

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