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melobin · 2 months

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behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau. #6

✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan

✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite camgirl also happens to be his roommate

✧ wc. 2.2k

✧ chapter warnings. written chapter. smut, female and male masturbation, live streaming masturbation, use of sex toy (dildo), overstimulation, sungchan is a perv wreck.

✧ a/n. i tried something a little different !! this chapter is half writing in third person for plot reasons as sungchan doesn’t know merci’s identity !!

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“hello!” your voice was soft as it rang out around your bedroom, the mic you had set up next to your laptop picking up your tone “i’ve missed you all so much” flattery, it always makes them feel important. you watched as the viewer count of the stream slowly rose, more people joining as you settled on your bed, your mask already covering your face.

you sat on your knees, your leverage popped out of your chest because of the tight bra you had picked and your panties were basically not existent, your viewers knew they were in for a treat tonight. one viewer in particular, sungchan, was already losing his mind.

he moved so quickly when he checked the time and saw merci were about to start streaming, instantly closing whatever game he had open on his pc and typing up her web address immediately. sungchan hated missing merci’s streams, everything about her was so perfect that sungchan wanted to savour every second he got looking at merci.

if only he knew merci was only a wall away from him, how she was actually you, his sweet, innocent roommate who never seemed to bother him during this time. any other night you’d be in and out of eachothers room, talking about your day, eating together, yet tuesdays seemed to be explicitly off limits for both of you, an unspoken agreement formed as neither of you asked the other why you were so busy.

sungchan struggled to say no to any of your wishes, so he was grateful that your schedules somehow collided and you always left each other be during merci’s streams. despite the inner war he would have with himself if you needed something from him during one of her streams, he’d stop watching in order to help you.

a giggle brought sungchan back to earth as he admired the sight of merci, his cock already straining in his sweats, his shirt being pulled over his head due to the heat he was already feeling. his headphones sat on his head, he always had them on and turned onto the max volume, never wanting to miss a single sound that left her sweet lips. sure, sungchan didn’t know what she looked like but he knew she was gorgeous, there was no way she wasn’t.

“i don’t want to tease too much tonight, i’ve been stressed at work and” merci let her fingers trail down her stomach, the tips of them brushing over her covered clit, she gasped softly “i need a release so bad”

sungchan felt his cock throb at the sight of her playing with the thin material of her panties, it only took him a few seconds before he caved and pushed his sweatpants down slightly, his cock already leaking slightly as the cool air hit it. he was embarrassed at how easily worked up he got when it came to merci, his cock throbbed in his hand just at the thought of having her near him.

he loved merci’s streams, he always came before she did so he always ended up overstimulating himself, not being able to stop himself from fucking his hand as he watched her. she were like a drug to him, an addiction that he couldn’t shift and he didn’t even know her. sungchan was pretty sure he was insane because of that.

sungchans hand held the base of his cock as he watched her, merci’s fingers gently pushed aside her panties and he had to stop himself from groaning just at the sight of her glistening cunt. his mouth watered, his hand began to move on his cock slowly. his lack of self control almost astounded him.

on the other side of the wall you sat there, your legs spread in front of your laptop and your fingers pushing into your sickened slit. you loved nights like this, nights where your need took over and you let your desperation take control. you knew your viewers would love it too, the donation number already increasing rapidly. yet you knew where the majority of that money was coming from.

“i’ve taken a toy out tonight” you reached for the clear dildo that was next to you, fingers lightly toying with your clit as you showed it to the camera “i wanted to really enjoy myself tonight, i think i deserve it, don’t you?” a whine fell from you as you spoke, your fingers moving with ease against your slick clit.

sungchan wanted to scream at his computer that merci deserved to feel good and even more, he wanted to give her the world one orgasm at a time. lord if eunseok could hear his thoughts he’d never hear the end of it. instead of screaming he done something he hadn’t done before, he let go of his cock so he could type in the chat, all whilst making a mental note to clean his keyboard later.

he knew the stream chat was always on slow mode, merci liked seeing what people had to say to her instead of it being just a spam that went by too quickly. sungchan knew she’d probably see his comment, he hoped deep down she’d recognise his name and remember who he was, even if he was going to be known as the loser from twitter to her.

channie: you do.

his eyes scanned the other comments that sandwiched his.

hani: i’d give you everything and more.

sungchan wanted to reply to him and tell him to fuck off and get his own line before realising he had only said that in his head. his eyes flicked from the chat to merci, the dildo she had in her hand was now being pressed against her clit as she spoke.

“you’re all so sweet” her voice echoed through sungchan’s headphones, a sultry tone filled his ears “turns me on even more” she sighed at the end of her words, the dildo in her hand being dragged down her slit before she left the tip pressing against her entrance. sungchan’s mouth watered as he watched her, his hand dragging along his slick cock as his precum smeared itself over it. he waited in suspense for her to push the toy inside of herself, waited impatiently to hear the broken moan she always lets out when she issues something like that. it was a moan that ruined sungchan inside and out, he knew his cock could make her moan louder, the toy on her hand barely compared to the size of his cock.

sungchan almost jumped when he heard a whimper fall from merci, his hand squeezed his cock as he watched her cunt swallow the toy whole and heard her moan as she took it. the scene was beautiful, she had a hand behind her pressed against the bed holding her weight up, her legs spread and her other hand dragging the toy in and out of herself. sure, maybe some of her moans were slightly over dramatic but that didn’t matter to sungchan, she still sounded like an angel reincarnated.

he would’ve given anything to be with her in that moment, thrusting her toy in and out of her teasingly, making sure every ridge of it pressed against her tight walls. sungchan never was one to beg but he would’ve begged for her to sit on his face just so he could get a taste of what she was made of.

the sight of her made him weak, the way the toy seemed to slide in and out of her with ease, nothing blocked it as her slick cunt swallowed it with each thrust forward, her speed increasing over time due to her neediness. squelching could be heard from her as she moaned. sungchan knew the chat would be going crazy over her, of course they would be, he wished he could be too but he didn’t have the self control to take his hand off of his cock, the pleasure from him jerking off made him dizzy as he watched her. sungchan just knows he could fuck her so well.

sungchan groaned as he watched he withdraw the toy from her cunt, the slick that coated it glistened under the light of her room. he found himself invested, cock throbbing in his hand as he watched her. despite not seeing her face, he could see the way she dragged her finger along the side of the toy and put it in her mouth, she whimpered as she did and sungchan was sure in that moment he had never felt so jealous in his life. he knew she tasted sweet, something along the lines of strawberries mixed with soemthing utterly sinful.

“tastes so sweet” she whimpered and sungchan almost came at the sound, he wanted her bad. he wanted to stop jerking off whilst she had stopped, but he physically couldn’t, just watching her body shake and her pussy glisten made him desperate to cum. it was only a matter of seconds before he was spilling all over his hand, biting his lip as he felt his cum leak down his abs. it didn’t stop him though, his hand still worked his cock as he watched her.

he focused as she picked up something from beside her, placing it flat on the bed before she stuck the suctioned part of the dildo onto the reflective surface and turned around. his cock felt sore in his hand as he continued to pump it, his whole body twitching as he watched so easily she sank down onto the toy before she leaned forward, her ass was on display as he pussy began to swallow the toy again, she moved so well on it, it was all so disgustingly arousing. he was sure he could see the way she gripped the toy with her cunt, the tight squeeze the toy must have been feeling made him squeeze his cock in order to try and replicate the feeling, he groaned when he realised it wouldn’t feel even half as good as she would.

he watched as he bent herself forward, he could barely see the way she gripped the sheets and whined into them, her hips not moving as he bounced herself onto her toy. it all got overwhelming for sungchan the moment she reached back to part the lips of her pussy and hold her underwear further to the side, giving the camera a clear view of just how easily she took the toy. sungchan was sure he was going to cum again, the overstimulation he was giving himself had his toes curling and his body squirming slightly, it took everything in him to not whimper and alarm you who he assumed was just laying in bed in the next room to him.

he thought about how embarrassing it would be to have you catch him jerking off messily to some camgirl he found online, he also thought about what would happen if you liked her too, maybe you also secretly watched her and touched yourself to her streams, he was quick to shake the thought out of his head, cum beginning to spill over his hand once again as he focused back on merci. her hands dropped from her skin and instead her fingers reached under her so she could rub at her clit, she was getting close and sungchan was glad. he needed to watch her cum but he wasn’t sure how many more orgasms he could get out of himself, two was far from his limit but his body felt weak, drained, he felt dirty as his cum stained his abs but he loved it.

“i’m so close” he heard her whine, fingers not stopping on her clit as she fucked herself onto her toy, her mattress creaked lightly under her and for a moment he wondered if her roommate knew about what she done, were they okay with it? were they a man? did they secretly watch her? did they even know? all of the questions were cleared from his head when he squeezed his cock, his cum barely seeping out of the tip as he watched her cum around her toy. her thighs shook, fingers of her free hand dug into her bed sheets, toy having white forming on it as her cum coated it. he wasn’t sure how fucked up he was over merci but he would’ve happily taken the toy into his mouth just to suck her cum off of it.

sungchan sighed as his hand released his sore cock, it fell against his wet stomach as he leaned back in his chair. merci lifted herself from her toy with a whimper before she turned around, her demeanour softer and weaker than before as he began to say her goodbyes to the camera, giggling and thanking everyone for joining before turning off her steam.

sungchan laid his headphones on his desk as he took time to recover, only being brought out of his trance when his phone dinged. when he checked it he saw it was a message from you. he panicked slightly, seeing you ask him if he wanted to join you to watch a movie. he promised he would, telling you he had to shower quickly and then he’d be in only for you to tell him you had to as well. it was just antoher tuesday night where sungchan was glad you never asked any questions.

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greycaelum · 10 months

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Hi! I really really love your kaleidoscope series! Kiku and sai are just SO SO CUTEEEE!! Theyre making me have a baby fever

I just really love seeing Satoru protective of his daughter! Cant imagine what will happen if someone from sai's class or some boy decides to get close to her! Or what will happen when sai's first heartbreak!

Thank you so much sweetheart! And yes I'm also being affected by the baby fever. This is not proofread coz at this point I'm basically just writing what my fingers tap on 😭 will proofread later

Satoru believes he's a reasonable father. So reasonable it's natural he will wreck a riot when he finds out a boy... A BOY! is trying to make a move on his princess.

"This is not a kindergarten. I swear, my daughter is still a baby! Last night she still asked me to read her a bedtime story." He rambled on and on.

You could tell he is genuinely freaking out with how he's pacing around so much you're starting to get dizzy.

"She's just eight Satoru. What do eight years old do? Puppy loves can't be overruled, she's still so young." You tried to assure him but Satoru's face only grew more hopeless, running to your knees.

"What if she gets married early? What am I gonna do? Honey! Do something! I can't just give away my daughter to some wolf like boy who will snatch her away from me after I protected her since she was just 'this small'..." Satoru made a size of a baby from his hand.

You've had enough. Bringing him to face you and flicking his forehead. Someone needs to wake up.

"Calm. Down." There's firmness in your voice prompting Satoru to stop and breathe.

You sighed and patted his head.

"Saika is a reasonable girl, you've taught her more how to kick a boy's groin than to entertain one, okay? Besides she's a logical girl, and all her decision will teach her a lesson she needs to learn, so calm down and watch over her."

Satoru looks at you and finally nods. You sound calm, making him calm too. But still it makes him sad that his daughter has a crush already. He doesn't think he can let her have a boyfriend even in 18.

The next day...

The doorbell rang and Satoru went to get it since you're still eating breakfast. When he opened the door, he wasn't expecting a lost puppy...

"Stop looking at him like a stray Papa." Kouki remarked blankly. "For the record, he is Cat's classmate."

Classmate, huh?

"Oh?" Satoru finally understood from his firstborn's tone. "Really now? Got some bravery in you young man eh?"

The boy, quite tall for an eight-year-old looked at Satoru.

"Good morning Sir, I'm Chiba Masaki. Gojo Saika-san is my classmate and I really like her." The boy looked at Satoru without any hesitance in his eyes.

A vein popped in Satoru's temples.

"You got guts young man." This boy wants a fight or somethin'? Satoru was close to growling. Kouki leered at the two of them, casually leaning on the couch backrest.

"I really like her smile, she's very kind and yet brave enough to never back down. I'm here to tell you, I will take care of her and keep her safe."

Do eight-year-old do this shit? Satoru remembers plucking the flowers in his mom's vase and chasing around cats as an eight years old. Not coming on the front door of his crush and acting like an old man being sizzled under a father's gaze. What's wrong with these kids?

"Do you have a job?" Satoru crossed his arms.

"I will find one!" Masaki answered immediately.

"Do you see this house?" Satoru motioned to the huge house he built for you. "You can come back and ask my permission to court my daughter if you have a house bigger than this. If you have a stable job that can provide her anything she wants. If you have what it takes to make her happy. Until then you're not allowed to touch her, court her, or even think of making her your girlfriend. I only give my daughter the best of the best. This is a man-to-man thing. Do you understand?" Satoru's voice thundered with finality.

The boy squared up and opened his mouth to say something but you appeared, putting a finger over his lips.

"I suggest you don't make that promise yet, young man." You crouched and smiled to the surprised boy. "You're so young... And if you make that promise out of urgency without thinking of it more thoroughly you might break your word. The second you break your promise, your words cannot be trusted anymore."

You smiled and patted his head.

"Don't hurt our Saika alright? If you hurt her, you'll hurt us too." You made a sad face.

"I won't hurt her Ma'am. This much I can promise you."

Masaki's determined face somehow reminds you of someone who chased after you left him and he had to get through your father's anger just to talk to you again.

They're still so young... Time will tell.

"Mama? Papa? What are you doing?" Saika came down the stairs with her backpack ready to go. "Oh, Saki-chan. I told you Kiku-nii can walk me to school."

Masaki look at Saika ang visibly soften. "We talked for a bit. It's an important thing."

"Important thing?" Saika turned to her brother for an explanation.

Kouki shrugged and grab his bag too.

Saika kissed you and Satoru goodbye. But Satoru was still concerned while you held on his arms. Until Kouki pat his Papa's shoulder.

"I got it Pa, don't worry too much." Kouki grinned and walked behind the two eight-years-old, keeping an eye on them.

"He reminds me of someone." You smiled and then back to the kitchen.

"Oh gosh..." Satoru ran his hand over his face realizing who you meant, and close the door. "No, I'm just dreaming... Honey please, that squirt is nothing like me!"

You laughed from the kitchen and hugged him to calm his heart down.

—Grey,

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cluelylikesporn · 6 months

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depravity.

authors note: this is inspired by a fanfic i saw, ive never written or posted anything LET ALONE SMUT. so im sorry if its badd🙏

gender neutral reader! no use of y/n (if i accidentally use she plz dm me ill edit it!!)

summary: mikes infatuation with abbys teacher.

973 Words

nsfw under the cut

contains: obsession, public sex.

mikes leg bounced up and down with every stroke of the clock on the wall opposite him. jesus, those 10 minutes felt like hours. was it a mistake coming here? they probably already see him as a total hobo, so now he looks like a stalker too. fuck, i should leave. he bit his cheek as thoughts spiraled into delusions. the bell finally rang, and there was only one thing he could do. act. normal.

a wave of kids flood out of the door, it looked like a different class. he didnt spot abby and her friends in the crowd. if abby were there, she would not leave his side. which meant no disturbances, just him and you. alone. he stopped himself before his thoughts became more.. vulgar and knocked on the door. he saw you, leaning over your desk writing something down. seeing you in thought was… jesus. and when you looked up and smiled he thought he was gonna fall to the floor. “mike..! what are you doing here? abbys had art class in a different room if youre here for her-“ you begin before mike cuts you off. “n-no i was just..” fuck. in all that time he spent overthinking and waiting, he couldnt think of a damn excuse? “i was just.. dropping off abbys.. pencil.” real smooth. “a pencil?” you said, with a sly smile. “and where is this.. pencil?” you say, mikes face dropping. “its right here-“ he says, reaching a hand in his hoodie pocket. and pretends to be surpised when there is in fact, no pencil in his pocket. “must've.. left it at home.” he says casually, while on the inside he is screaming. "oh yeah? you conveniently left it at home. why are you really here?" you say, looking at him with crossed arms as his eyes dart from your chest to your face. god, the things he would do.. he swallowed his libido and cleared his throat "i uhm.. wanted to see you. i guess." he said, looking around the classroom instead of meeting their gaze.

"is there a.. reason.. you wanted to see me in the middle of the day that isnt to do with abby?" they said in a suggestive way. its true, hes thought about fucking you at school. with the blinds closed and the door locked. the thought of doing such a disgusting thing at a school just.. did something to him. the thrill of it turned him on so much.

"i.." mike was frozen. he did not know what to say at all. he was completely caught. how was he meant to say he wanted to make them bend over on their own desk. but of course, you knew this.

to an extent, of course. abby had always dropped hints. like about how she'll wake up to strange noises from his room and you name being said. and the face she makes when you two talk during pick up. on top of that, he wasn't very slick. you could see a tightness in his pants whenever you were near. you learned what things you could do to make him hornier without him knowing it was intentional. like if you stretched, or looked up at him his face would get flustered and he'd try to hide it. you played dumb, of course. acting like you had no idea. and god, you never thought he could be so dense.

"don't think i haven't heard what you do in your spare time? fucking your fist shamelessly, pretending its me." you say, grabbing and tugging the end of his tie playfully. mikes face became so red, and his demeanour changed completely. not gonna lie, it was hot seeing him so sensitive. maybe even more so than when he was oblivious to your shameless flirting.

"h-how did you-" mike was cut off by your finger on his lips . "uh uh... make sure the door is locked. then we can talk." the tent in mikes pants was painful at this point, he desperately walked towards the door..

click.

once it was locked, he basically ran back, and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into a needy kiss. in the time you processed his actions, he had already lifted you onto your desk, and began unbuttoning your shirt. he left a trail of hickeys on your neck as you begin to take his shirt off, and fiddling with his belt. a groan leaves your lips as he grabs your thighs, his nails digging crescent moons into you. you lean back and your eyes graze past the clock on your wall.

11:30.

lunch ends at 11:40.

"mike.. we gotta be quick.." they whimper into his ear as he begins pulling your pants off. he doesn't mind. his desperation and obsession with your body, your face, fuck even the concept of your existence was enough to give him peace. "i dont.. mind, fuck..ive wanted to do this since i first saw you." he said, as he pulls his boxers and slowly eases his cock into your hole. he whimpers and leans his head against yours as he slides into you fully. "f-fuck.!.." you moan, panting and grabbing his hair for support. as he gets used to the pressure inside you, he slowly moves his hips in and out, your legs shake in pure ecstasy, heavily breaths synchronising into one throat, connected by a kiss. a needy, kiss. his hard length squeezed against your plush insides. "o-oh.. mike im gonna.. fuck.." they spoke against his lips, as his climax came too, cum leaking onto the desk.

11:36.

you had 4 minutes to clean this up. as you lay flat on your desk, catching your heaving breath. you get up and pull your clothes up and turn to mike, as he buttons his shirt.

"do you have any wipes..?"

hope you enjoyedd!! feedback is always welcome! reminder that this is my first time lol

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palioom · 9 months

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Hi omg I love your work so much I’ve been following your fics every time you post I thank the twitter algorithm everyday for letting your fics get to me 🥹

if you’re taking requests could I request maybe some period sex? Any Pedro pascal character of your choice! :))

Either that or just a fic with LOTS of oral fem receiving? Up to you :))

Can’t wait for your future fics, with or without my requests 🥹

hi! thank you so much for your request! i had so much fun writing this, basically went right to work and just waited a bit to post it!! I hope you enjoy! 🖤

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summary: waking up to your period in the morning, you insist that javier still goes to work. when he comes back in the evening, having worried about you all day, he knows exactly how to help you.

pairing: javier peña x f!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but a lot of nicknames); period sex; period talk; descriptions of blood; unprotected p in v; fingering; javier being sweet as hell

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Cramps.

That’s all she woke up to, that annoying tug in her abdomen and the mild cramps that would certainly get worse as the sun rose higher.

Honestly, she had been expecting it. That weird feeling in her stomach had been bothering her for days now, her breasts had suddenly started to hurt, too.

Still, she couldn’t quite stop herself from snapping at Javier when he woke up in the morning, already finding her in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. Slightly hunched over, a hot-water bottle pressed against her stomach despite the sweltering Colombian heat.

He knew immediately what plagued her, kissing the top of her head as he walked up to her, hearing her grumpy hum.

“Want me to stay home, cariño?” He asked, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. She looked tired and fucking exhausted, worse than he did sometimes after a long chase.

Javier wouldn’t even try to say he understood her pain, because he truly did not. What he knew was that it hurt like hell and not even painkillers seemed to help in the first couple of days. Not for her, at least.

“How’re they gonna catch Escobar if you’re not there?” She responded, looking at him as he poured himself his own cup of coffee. “I think I’ll call in today but you go to work or Escobar is gonna be the least of your worries.”

A small laugh escaped her as she said that, regretting it as a sharp pain shot through her.

He just smiled a little, drinking his coffee.

“You’re not scaring anybody like this, cariño.” He replied, chuckling into his cup as she shot daggers at him over the rim of hers.

All day he spent thinking about her, wondering if she was holding up alright every free minute he got. Javier knew she was tough, she would make it through the day without him somehow.

But he was worried about how she felt. Some months were worse than others, and it ranged from some cramps and back pain to feeling dizzy and sick and barely being able to move.

So once he got off work, later than he had expected to, he drove straight home, taking the chocolates he had picked up before work with him.

She loved them when she was on her period, said it brought her some relief, as long as she didn’t eat too much at once. It was the least he could do for her.

At least in a non-physical way.

Smiling when he walked into their shared apartment, setting the sweets down before finding her curled up in bed, blanket pulled up to her chin despite the heat, eyes closed but not sleeping.

Javier’s heart broke a little, seeing her like this. Hated to see her in pain, tired and exhausted.

Maybe he could help her a little.

Kneeling down in front of her, he brushed some hair out of her face, letting the rough pads of his fingers trace over her temple and down to her jaw. Taking in just how tired she looked, but also how beautiful.

Always so goddamn beautiful, no matter what.

Her eyes opened, bleary as she squinted at him, the smallest smile tugging at the corners of her pretty lips.

“Hey.”

He chuckled softly, thumb brushing over her cheekbone.

“Hey, cariño.” Voice quiet as he spoke, he leaned forward to kiss her forehead, lingering for just a few seconds longer than he usually would. “Still bad?”

She nodded and hummed before she sighed, freeing one arm of her loose cocoon of blankets and reaching out to brush some of his dark hair back, letting her fingernails run along his scalp.

“Been trying to sleep all day ‘cause nothing helps, but I can’t even sleep.”

He wished he had stayed home with her, then he at least could have tried to help her. Even if it was only to bring her things, to cuddle with her.

But as she had said, Escobar would have been nothing compared to her if he had stayed.

“Got an idea how to help the cramps and tire you out.” He said, smirking just a little.

As her brows knit together in confusion, he let out a soft laugh.

It took her a moment too long to realize what he meant, rolling her eyes with a smile as she did.

“God, Javi.”

“Took you long enough to get.” He grinned, thumb still brushing over her cheek. So soft and warm, her soft smile making her cheeks appear so much bigger, making her look adorable. “What do you say, mhm?”

Leaning in, he slotted his lips against hers, hand moving to pull back the blanket she had wrapped herself in. The smallest hum left her, letting him continue as he rolled her onto her back by her shoulder, deepening the kiss as he went.

She immediately felt a different kind of pressure in her abdomen, moaning when his hand dipped into her tank top and squeezed her sensitive breast.

It was like a switch had been flipped, needing nothing more than him between her thighs and his cock inside of her, eternally thankful that he was so nonchalant about the mess of it all.

When he pulled back and got up, she looked up at him confused.

“Just a moment, cariño.” He said, leaving the room.

There was the sound of cabinets opening and closing, then he was back already, towels in hand and having shedded his jacket now.

She laughed when he threw the towels into the bed next to her before climbing on top of her, the pain that followed after making her grunt softly.

“Looks like you really need some relief, querida.” He chuckled, starting to take off her top. Rough, broad hands roamed over the warm and exposed skin before moving to work on her sweatpants next.

“Can’t wait for my recommended dose of dick, guaranteed to relieve any period cramps.” She joked, the smile that graced her pretty face so stunning, even despite the pain she was in. “Been waiting all day for you to deliver it to me.”

“You told me to go to work, querida.” He said, hooking his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down slowly. “Could’ve had it a lot sooner.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling him down to her by the collar of his shirt, kissing him. He felt so warm against her, his hands wandering down to lay over her lower abdomen, right where he knew it hurt the most.

Like it usually did, his hands were almost better than any hot-water bottle when he placed them there.

It brought her some relief, sighing into his mouth as her hands worked on the button of his too tight jeans, needing him desperately.

His hands just never were enough.

She peeled the denim off of him with his help and his shirt followed next, leaving him only in his boxers.

When she gently palmed him, he stopped for just a moment with a soft groan, making her chuckle.

“Fuck, cariño.”

Javier let her continue for a few more seconds before remembering he was supposed to help her, not have her do this to him.

So he moved her hand away, sitting back on his haunches before grabbing the towel. She lifted her hips without a word, biting her lip as he placed it beneath her, then moving to pull off her panties.

She felt so exposed, like every time they did this, even though it was far from the first time he had fucked her like this, his thick fingers already brushing over the inside of her thighs before finding her lips. Pressing two fingers against her sensitive clit, he watched how she squirmed, took in her throaty hum that turned into a drawn out moan.

“Javier, please-” She moaned, rolling her hips against his fingers, her own twisting into the sheets.

Pressure already building as he gently pressed against the swollen bud, knowing she needed more than this, letting them slip lower to her aching hole.

He pressed one inside, slowly, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the mattress below her, his thick finger slowly opening her up, stroking along her most sensitive spots and making her whine.

Eyes closing when he added a second one, pumping in and out of her, curling them into that soft spot that made her see stars, arching her back.

“How’s that feel?” Javier asked, curling his fingers repeatedly until her thighs started shaking and her sounds became breathier, then stopped the motion.

Even like this he couldn’t stop teasing her.

“Feel’s good- fuck, but I need you Javi, please, baby.” She whined, opening her eyes to peer at him, the pressure inside her unbearable as her pain slowly became secondary. “Stop being mean.”

“Mean?” He echoed her statement with a grin, once again curling his fingers over and over, feeling her get closer, hips bucking up and into his motions.

Her orgasm hit her faster than she thought it would, moaning as she contracted around him, coating his hand with her blood, the slick sounds echoing between them as he kept working his fingers inside of her.

“That’s my pretty girl, there you go. Just like that, cariño.”

Pushing her through every last wave as she hummed and moaned and whined, visibly relaxing already as the cramps eased slowly.

But she needed more, reaching for his wrist to make him pull back, seeing his fingers covered in her blood and feeling her face grow hotter at the sight.

There would always be something forbidden about this, like he wasn’t supposed to do this and like she wasn’t supposed to like this as much as she did.

She was happy that he didn’t mind the blood or the mess, wiping it onto the towel before moving to take his boxers off.

Visibly liking this a little too much as well, his hard length pulsing as he hovered over her, hand caressing her neck while he kissed her.

“Getting better?” Javier asked, notching himself against her slick entrance, her legs falling open just a little more.

She hummed in affirmation, smiling. “Still need my recommended dose of dick.”

He chuckled, bending his head to kiss her sternum, his mustache tickling her hot, sensitive skin.

“Yeah, I’ll give you that, don’t worry.” Javier said, slowly pressing inside, groaning against her skin.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, moaning at the feeling of him splitting her open slowly, inch by inch.

It still hurt, but in a strangely good way, feeling just a little uncomfortable as he stilled to give her time, so sensitive.

His mouth made its way up her neck, nipping at her skin as he went, feeling the vibrations of her hums in her throat. Slowly higher up until he found her lips, kissing her so hard it made her dizzy, his hips slowly beginning to rock back and forth.

Her moan was swallowed by his mouth, his tongue finding hers as he pushed back into her, the wet squelch of her pussy only spurring him on.

Over and over, her hands tracing over his broad back, back arching up into her as he kept hitting that spot inside of her, slowly becoming faster as he kept building her up, the pain shrinking down into a mild annoyance at this point.

His body felt heavenly against hers, so warm and solid, feeling his muscles flex and tense, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

“Javi, gonna come-” She choked out as his lips left hers to nip and suck at her neck again, leaving her no time until she tightened around him a second time, whining against his shoulder as her body tensed up.

Wave after wave setting her veins on fire, pushing the pain further away, finally having some peace for the first time today.

“Like that, fuck- Feels good, baby!” She mumbled into his skin as he gradually lost his rhythm, thrusts becoming sloppier.

“There you are, hermosa, fucking pretty girl- Fuck!”

His teeth sank into her neck as he came, pressing himself deep inside of her, the pulsing of her slick pussy drawing him in deeper.

Feeling so tight around him, happy as he noticed her relax underneath him, trembling just a little at the sensation.

He stayed buried inside of her for a while as they caught their breaths, soothing the bite he left, his rough hands smoothing over her hips as he did.

“Dose of dick effective?” Lifting his head to look at her, he caught her smile, drowsy and lopsided.

“Very effective.” She chuckled, cupping his cheeks with her hands, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks. “You’re the best, Javi.”

He hummed, pressing another kiss to her lips before he kissed her forehead, then pulled out of her slowly.

It was amazing how nothing could help but him fucking into her, her cramps gone for the time being.

“Magic dick.” She giggled as he got up to get a wet washcloth to clean them both up, making him laugh as he nudged her knee.

That deep laugh she didn’t get to hear as often as she would like to, his head always elsewhere, occupied with work.

“You need sleep, hermosa.” He said when he was back, already cleaned up himself and now wiping the warm, wet rag along her inner thighs and over her middle. Removing all the blood as carefully as he could. “You should be able to now.”

Finished with his task, he brought the rag back to the bathroom to be cleaned tomorrow.

If she hadn’t been so damn tired he would have dragged her off into a shower, but she was already dozing off as he came back to her, climbing into bed.

Looking so beautiful like this, eyes barely open to look at him, small smile on her face.

He pulled her against him, mindful of the towel, kissing her forehead.

“Maybe you can stay home tomorrow.” She mumbled, eyes drifting shut, feeling incredibly at ease now, slumped against his body. “Give me more of that magic dick.”

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. His hand smoothed over her back, up and down along her spine.

“Sleep, we’ll see about getting you a dose in the morning.”

Her laugh was nothing more than a sharp exhale through her nose before she dozed off, her face finally relaxed and peaceful.

He doubted he could stay home with all that was going on now, but there would certainly be time for a morning dose before he had to leave her.

#javier peña #javier peña x you #javier peña imagine #javier peña x reader #narcos #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #my writing #written from the perspective of someone with endo :)#hope it's still enjoyable #request #thank you so much for this! it was so fun!!

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may0tuna · 9 months

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I hate you more! | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Author's note: So not sure if people still read Rodrick Heffley fics but I had this idea (and could not find something similar that's already written) where the reader decides to sabotage Rodrick from getting it on with Heather. Reader is at the top of the highschool food chain and is friends with Heather, but hates Rodrick so she sabotages him. A classic enemies to lovers!

Part 2, Part 3

You feel like you've been living a double life. You get straight As because, well, your allowance is tied to your grades. But what most people don't know is that you typically sneak out at night to hang with your boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. You smoke, you party, you skip town without your parents ever knowing. But during the day, you looked like someone who goes to church every Sunday. In fact, you're quite impressed at how you're handling this double life. You learned, at a young age, that all there is to life is observing the people around you, and using those observations to your advantage.

Well, you thought to yourself, it's time to test these theories all over again as you move into a new town, new school, new classmates, and new friends. Unfortunately for you, your new neighbor doesn't seem to grasp the idea of a nice and quiet Sunday morning. You decided to pay them a visit, and maybe remind them that their garage isn't soundproof enough for the noise coming out of it.

You walked up to the door and gave 3 loud and firm knocks, waited a couple of seconds until you hear footsteps.

You expect the mom to open the door, which is why you brought cookies as a means to be a good new neighbor but you were greeted by a tall and dark-haired guy with eyeliner. He eyed you up and down in frustration before landing his gaze on the plate of cookies in your hand.

"What do you want?"

You forced yourself to be civil. "I just came here to give you cookies. We just moved in next door when I heard this sound coming from-"

"Yeah yeah, thanks for the cookies!" And with that, he slammed the door in your face. The audacity! You scoffed and started to walk away. The noise had not died down, and you walked away not believing how rude and ill-mannered your new neighbor was. God, if it means hearing this noise every weekend, you might beg your parents to move again.

First day of school. You were pretty confident with your social skills so highschool is a cake walk for you. Living a double life means you ought to know how to act in certain situations.

First period. You were introduced to the whole class. Your introduction was amazing. Everybody loved you. You had come into that room, dressed to impressed, and you even cracked a joke that made everyone laugh. Well, everyone except for your neighbor who's in all of your classes by the way. He was too busy talking about his band to basically anyone who's not deaf. What's worst is that you're sitting behind him.

Because of your peak social skills, you were sitting with Heather that day for lunch and apparently, they're at the top of the highschool food chain so that works for you too. You also learned that your neighbor, Rodrick, obviously had a crush on Heather. Since you sit behind him, and Heather sits beside him, you have observed all of the tell-tale signs that he's desperately in love with her. You smirked at the idea, and the endless possibilities of making his life a living hell.

School bell rang and everyone hurriedly packed their belongings. Heather asked if you wanted to go to the mall. You agreed and she told you to meet her upfront. Rodrick obviously heard this, and based from his expression, he was surprised that Heather and you are that close already. When everyone had left the room, you called out to Rodrick to set your plans of destroying his life in motion.

"Hey"

"Heyyy," he asked, curious why you were talking to him after he slammed the door in your face. He decided that it would be nice to at least be on your good side since you're friends with Heather so he started with an apology, "Listen, about what happened, I'm sorry but Sunday is the only time I can practice with my band. It's hard work, you know."

You smirked at his half-ass apology but mostly because you can see right through him, but you had a mission, "Oh don't worry about it! Actually, I wanted to tell you that Heather has a message for you."

As soon as you mentioned Heather's name, it was like something inside him had turned on. "Yes?"

"She's too shy to tell you this herself but she kinda has a crush on you. But she can't be too obvious because you know, in dating, guys make the first move, right?"

"Yeah," he said trying to comprehend every word you just uttered.

"Yes, so she doesn't want to go out with someone who did not officially ask her out. You know?"

"Yeah!" He said again as if he had solved a puzzle in his head.

"Okay, so tomorrow at lunch, why don't you "officially" ask her out?"

"Yeah?"

Jesus. You couldn't comprehend how slow this moron is in front of you. You were practically spoon-feeding him. You decided to repeat what you said just to make sure he gets it.

"Tomorrow. At lunch. Ask Heather out?"

"Yes. Okay, I can do that." He said trying to hype himself up.

You walked away feeling good about your plan when you decided to add one final touch to it. You looked back and called out to Rodrick.

"Oh, and don't forget, Heather looooves grand gestures!"

#diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley fluff #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #loaded diper #devon bostick #I hate you more

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novamirmirsblog · 11 months

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Pt 2: Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Pt 1

Genre: Smut. Icl, it’s basically just porn you dogs

Request: Kinda

Word count: 1945

Warnings: Smut, +18 please <3

Summary: Melissa has a crush on a parent. What happens when Jacob and Janine find out - the date

A/N: The gay gods are clearly blessing me this pride month as I have suddenly overcome my writer's block!

Nerves were not something Melissa often experienced. She didn’t feel them the first time she had sex, or when she handed Joe divorce papers, and not even the countless times she had to shake people down. Yet just the thought of you coming into her home had her heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly. The closer the clock got to 18:00 the more ill she felt. What if you hated her food? What if you thought her house was dated? What if you thought she was dated? She was old enough to be your mother. Before Melissa could spiral any more, her doorbell rang. She rushed over to the door, checking her hair in the mirror before opening it with a smooth smile in the hopes that her nerves would calm down.

You looked stunning. Your hair emphasised the softness of your eyes and the deep green of your shirt complimented her hair in a way that made her want to devour you right there. The two of you weren't even officially together and you were already acting like you were hers. The thought of that made Melissa clench.

“Hey Melissa.” You handed her a bouquet of sunflowers and a bottle of red wine. You hadn’t been sure which gift to get so you opted for both and Melissa’s slightly agape mouth made it worth the extra $15.

“Gorgeous…” Melissa had a dazed expression on her face, almost as if she couldn’t believe you were actually here.

You giggled, biting the inside of your cheek to try and suppress the full blown laugh that was threatening to escape.

“The flowers!” Melissa quickly recovered, inviting you in “The flowers are gorgeous, and you are too.”

Melissa shut the door behind you and you took in her house. You moved over to some of the pictures hanging on the wall and let out a gasp.

“Melissa whatever-your-middle-name-is Schemmenti, is that you as a teenager?” The picture you were currently looking at was of a young Melissa in denim jeans with a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

Melissa stood behind you, looking over your shoulder to see the photo “Ann” you tried to suppress a shiver at the puff of breath that made your neck tingle. “And sorta. I was 23 when that picture was taken.”

You subtly closed your eyes as Melissa continued to tell you about how she had stolen her cousin's motorbike and cigarettes for a dare. Melissa watched as you subconsciously leant back towards her, unintentionally allowing her to see the effect she had on you. A smirk grew on her face when she saw you bite your lip as her voice got a little more husky. Her eyes trailed from your lips, over your jawline to where your neck and shoulder met. Melissa bit her own lip in an attempt to ground herself before she did something a little too forward. Luckily, an alarm rang, jolting the two of you out of whatever fantasies you were both wrapped up in.

“Shit, the pasta.” Melissa rushed into the kitchen and you followed dutifully behind.

Melissa glanced over at you before turning her attention back to a sauce that was bubbling “Sit sweetheart, make yourself at home.”

You let out a quiet sigh as you sat down, ignoring the slight wetness Melissa had caused when she said ‘sweetheart’. You weren’t surviving the night.

~~~~~

Dinner had been pleasant; the food was excellent and the company was even better. The two of you had talked for hours about almost everything. It was getting late and you were dreading having to leave but you knew it was for the best.

“So I should probably get going.” You glanced towards the door, then back to Melissa. “Tonight has been amazing though.” You smiled at her as you put your plate in the dishwasher and began to collect your things.

“Yeah, we should do it again some time.” Melissa smiled back at you. “What time is Ivy’s sitter expecting you back?”

“Oh, no, Ivy is at my friend’s place tonight. She gets on with her two kids like they’re her siblings.” You laugh, fondly remembering all the times Ivy begged you to let her go to Aunty Sandy’s house so she could play with her kids.

“Okay, well I’ll see you later kid.” Melissa walked you to her door, getting lost in your eyes for a moment before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You giggled again and Melissa nearly dragged you back in to the house to fulfil her fantasies of fucking you over her kitchen counter. If your laugh was that sweet, she could only imagine how melodic your moans would be. You softly bid her goodnight and made your way to your car.

Melissa closed the door behind you and began to put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. Once she was finished, her mind couldn’t help but go back to that tight shirt you had been wearing. She knew it was wrong as her hand wandered underneath her tight pants to touch where she had been aching all night. She gently rubbed herself as she made her way to the sofa, forever grateful she had the hindsight to put plastic coverings on the cushions. Her face began to flush as her fingers worked faster, occasionally dipping down to where she needed it the most. Her breathing picked up and she threw her head back, seeing a flash of white. You had left your scarf behind. It wasn’t cold and she was sure you wouldn’t miss it. She pulled her other hand from where it was nestled in her underwear and reached for the scarf when, for the second time that evening, the doorbell rang, startling her.

“Hey Mel, sorry- I forgot my-” You noticed her flushed face and messy hair. “Are you okay?”

Melissa could do nothing but let out a whimper. You raised your eyebrows in shock before realising you had inadvertently walked in on her. “Oh shit- sorry, I’m just gonna… I’ll get out of your hair” You tried to rush out but Melissa grabbed your forearm before you could and dragged you into the house.

“Stay?”

You answered her with a searing kiss to her lips. Were you moving too fast? Probably but you had been dreaming of this moment since you first laid eyes on Melissa Schemmenti. You walked her back and she hit the wall, hissing as your teeth clashed together at the force. Melissa was silently thankful she now had the wall to support her as she felt her knees grow weaker. As you tried to pull away for a breather, Melissa tangled her hand in your hair and snuck the other one underneath your shirt. The two of you looked at each other, both panting hard.

“You sure you want this?” Melissa asks, her expression uncertain.

It takes you a minute to answer, too occupied revelling in the tingling feeling on your scalp as Melissa plays with your hair. “The only time I can cum now is if I pretend it’s your fingers fucking me rather than mine.”

The look on Melissa’s face was priceless.

She was sure she was going to cum right there so she dragged you over to the sofa and sat you on her lap. She slipped her hand into your underwear and gasped when she felt just how wet you were. She wanted nothing more than to make you work for your pleasure but there would be plenty of time for that. Your moans spurred her on as she worked her hand faster and faster. Your dishevelled look and the way your head was thrown back made you look heavenly. Melissa kissed your neck and chest, sucking and biting, before pulling away to admire her handiwork. She felt giddy as she watched your skin go red where she had marked it, knowing those marks weren’t going away anytime soon.

“Mel, are you sure marking me up is a good idea?” You said through laboured breaths, getting closer and closer to your climax “Iv might-”

“Shh, I have to mark you hon, how else will Gregory know you’re mine.”

Melissa’s possessiveness made you clench around her fingers and she drove them into you harder, enjoying the way your juices spread over her palm. Melissa watched you in awe as you came undone on top of her.

By now, Melissa was soaking. Watching you had just about pushed her over the edge and she was prepared to beg for you to finish her off. Luckily, you wouldn’t make her beg this time. You looked at her with lust filled eyes as you got off her and kneeled in front of her. You patted her thigh to signal to her that you wanted her to raise her hips and you took off her jeans and underwear. Her thighs were slick and it made your mouth water. You licked your lips before licking and nipping your way up her inner thighs. Melissa moaned and unconsciously spread her legs wider. Her breath hitched as she tried to hold back another, louder, moan when you finally reached her core. You pulled away from her, making her whine and buck her hips up.

“Nuh uh, I want to hear every one of your sounds or I’ll stop.”

Melissa removed her hand from where it was over her mouth and you returned yours to her core, licking and sucking where she needed you to. Melissa’s legs began to shake as she chased her high, weaving her hands into your hair to ground herself. You reached up and ran your nails under her breasts, making her shiver. You took your dominant hand from where it was tracing patterns on Melissa’s skin and dipped your fingers into her, pushing her over the edge and into bliss.

Once the two of you had both caught your breath, you let out a stuttered “Fuck”

“Not yet baby but I’ve got a strap that’s begging to have your mouth wrapped around up in my room.”

You let out a breathy laugh as Melissa hauled you to your feet, leading you upstairs to her bedroom.

~~~~~

It was 7:34 when you woke up. Light streamed through the curtains and you felt sore from last night’s activities. Melissa was a mess of hair and she had her arm swung possessively over your midriff. She snored softly and all you wanted to do was melt back into her embrace but you had to get Ivy. You attempted to sit up but Melissa pulled you back down, holding on to you tighter.

“Mel” you whispered out - not quite sure why you were whispering when you wanted her to wake up. She grumbled, but let go of you long enough that you could get up.

Melissa was a surprisingly heavy sleeper. You got changed, sighed at the amount of hickeys left on your body, and tried to find some paper and a pen to write a quick note for the sleeping redhead. You felt bad for leaving like this but if you were late for Ivy, Sandy would kill you. Plus, you were pretty sure if you woke her up you would either be killed or Melissa wouldn't let you leave her bed and you really had to go. You clicked the front door shut and made your way back home to hopefully hide any evidence of what you had gotten up to last night from your best friend and daughter.

You were just glad you weren't the only one covered in marks. You hoped Melissa had a hard time covering up the ones she had too.

#melissa x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #Melissa schemmenti smut #melissa schemmenti imagine

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glassrowboat · 2 months

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Our Adventure

Word count: 2400+

Authors note: Basically I've been toiling away in my head what would happen if a vision user was struggling to use their newfound gift and I wrote this :)

The wind had a habit of carrying many things along it's ever flowing breeze, from leaves to the sweetest of songs, from love confessions to the dandelion seeds that truly marked Mondstadt as a land full of endless wishes and freedom. Tonight, however, there was a cry, a wail that even a banshee herself would be incapable of making as it rang in the young bard's ears. This was how the archon had come to know so many secrets that lay in the land he called home, and this was how he ended up below a closed window with pebbles in his hand.

A small thud could be heard on the sill, bouncing off the wood as Venti tried his best to not get hit with the smooth stone hurtling back down to the ground. When no answer came from that still weeping woman another pebble was tossed.

What plagued her was already known by many, far too many if anything. Gossip spread fast in these stone walls. Drunkards would talk about how they came across a random patch of grass just outside the city's gates dried out beyond compression. The local carpenter would talk about how he had to chop down a tree that suddenly became too unstable to be allowed to stand any longer, only to find out behind the untouched bark the inside was lacking any moisture that was so characteristic of fresh wood. The most notable of all however was the knights who said they had to escort a young woman home, too weak to walk as she knelt down right inside a ring of brown blades too stiff to wave in the wind like the fields of green typically would.

(Y/n), a child of Mondstadt recently gifted with a hydro vision.

The very same person who was on the other side of that window was struck with knock after knock as she glared at it with pure contempt, nose still running even as she picked up a random shoe. A heel with its pointed end should do some decent damage, right? So she held it tightly in her grasp, that is until the window randomly opened as if Peter Pan himself was trying to sneak into her darkened room. No candle lit to truly brighten up the scene of a red shoe hitting a green figure square in the face.

“No, no, that's some vampire shit I ain't about. Go find some other woman to prey on I- I ate garlic bread for dinner ya know?” Even with your vision blurred by tears you quickly grabbed the other shoe, getting ready to throw this one too.

Vampires can't enter without permission, right?

Well nevermind to that idea as the green figure landed on the floor having successfully passed through what was supposed to be a barrier of protection. All the while he was beaming at you with a smile that would make anyone want to punch him, even with his hands up in the air.

“That's not allowed….”

“Hello to you too.” Ah, you recognize that voice. The little pest that would run around the cobblestone streets all the while humming a tune that would be running on replay in anyone's head for hours after. “Can you put the other shoe down? My face already hurts from the first one.”

“I think you deserved it, you oversized fly.” Letting go of the shoe you let it fall to the ground as you got back up from what was an admittedly cowering position on the floor.

“Come now, what happened to you calling me a grand poet the likes no one has seen in this modern age? Am I not the next-” and you ended up throwing the shoe at him in the end- “Hey!”

You just shrugged, hands raising in the air in what could only be described as a whatcha gonna do about it motion.

Venti looked down at the shoe for a moment as it fell to the ground before kicking it back over to you, giving you free ammunition. “You could throw that shoe at me again or you- I was joking about the shoe! Please, spare me.”

“Flies usually get swatted.”

“Okay….different approach then.” Sighing to himself Venti walked over to, hand ruffling with something in his pockets before pulling out a handkerchief. The white square of cloth held out to you as it swayed in the wind coming from that still open window. “A fair maiden such as yourself shouldn't be crying, so I offer you this: let the best bard in Teyvat whisk you away on an adventure for the ages. We can make our grand escape right away!”

That's a great way to have missing person posters plastered up right next to the ones of the travelers sibling, and how well have those worked so far? Therefore your answer was an obvious “fuck that.”

“Please, with a cherry on top? And sprinkles too.”

Grabbing the handkerchief, and half tempted to throw it right back at him, you brushed it against your eyes. The fabric is surprisingly soft for something a bard who can barely afford a drink would be carrying, yet the lack of an abrasive texture appreciated nonetheless. “Why are you even here?”

“Well,” with a giggle Venti held his hand up, like he was in a play about to recite a sonnet in the middle of a stage with hundreds of eyes on him and him alone. If it was any other situation it could be an amusing sight, but he's still trespassing. “Let's say the wind guided me to you.”

It was hard to pinpoint why it felt so off-putting the way he said that, wistful in a way, but you didn't really get the chance to think on it more as Venti opened his mouth again. “What bard can stand hearing a fair maiden cry and not try and cheer her up with a song or two? Certainly not this one.”

“The wind?”

“Yup. Or maybe even Barbatos himself.”

“Have you ever gone to a doctor to see if you're clinically insane? Or have you just been hanging around Barbara and her musings of the church doctrine too much?”

With that Venti leaned over, a hand held up right next to his mouth so he could whisper, “the results came out inconclusive.”

Wait. What?

“Now come on! We have to get going before the sun fully sets and we have no light to help us see.” After all, who would want to be running around tripping over the loose cobblestones in the streets? “Walking through the dark is only romantic on beaches and sneaking around back alley ways to meet your lover, you know.”

So, he is insane.

Yet here you are taking out the hand he was holding out to you, letting that bard whisk you away on this promised adventure as he drags you out the window. (Trying your best to pretend you didn't notice him grabbing the vision you had tossed on the bed as he did). So while you didn't trip over the loose stones, at least not this time, you did fumble over roots as Venti pulled you under windrise. Leaves occasionally fall down from the tall tree, flowing back and forth as the wind catches the thin object before it finally settles down amongst the grass you two were trampling over as he pulled you to sit down.

Your knees hitting the dirt right before the stream winding along the plains to the coast, water softly rushing past you both as the sound hits your ears almost like a melody. Though a certain drunkard would be aghast to hear you say you prefer this over the strumming of his lyre he'd be plucking at any other time, even if it was just as a joke. Though admittedly it was odd not to see the ducks wading around, having gotten so used to seeing them so often from past visits trying to steal your lunch when you weren't looking.

Pesky little things they were, just like this brat.

“So, what's with the field trip?”

“I can't just pull you along for a midnight trip to my favorite spot?” The answer was clearly an obvious no. Not without a reason of course. “I give, I give, just don't have to glare at me like that. I've heard around town that you had a little incident.”

Oh great, so the rumor mill was doing its thing. What a goody. Just the thought of that scene again, of the hydro vision being cradled between your hands as the grass beneath you withered away to the point a patch of dead, dried out flora has your nose wrinkling. Not wanting to go over the image that played in your head like a highlight reel. A movie dedicated to your own inability.

“Is this the part you impart on me some sage advice?”

“I can.” With the wave of his hand, or more like a flutter of the earth's breath itself as a breeze swayed past you both, catching his braids and making them dance, Venti summoned his lyre. A certain blue glow reflecting off the wood from the gem sitting between you both. “Or we can sit here while I play a tune. It's up to you, (y/n).”

“I'd pick the latter in an instant.”

“But?”

“But it won't get me anywhere.”

Somehow even just the gold encased vision (or maybe the casing was a part of the vision, you didn't really know much about how that all worked) had a certain aura about it that felt daunting. Just an item. Just something as useless as an accessory if it wasn't being used by its owner. It was like instinct to avoid it, just like when you were a child and you had to learn the hard way not to touch that pan that had just been pulled off the still burning hot stove. For the two instances to be so comparable was like a funny, passing thought, but to you it certainly wasn't.

How can one laugh at their own misery without doing so just to mask their pain?

“Venti, what was it like when you first got your vision?” It felt like a natural question to ask, but he didn't really give you much of a real response to that besides strumming that lyre. A tune playing between you that you had heard at the tavern a good handful of times before.

“Let's just say I have always been a natural.”

“So you're useless to me.”

“Sounds like it, doesn't it?” Reaching over Venti picked up a windwheel aster only a little bit away, close enough he didn't have to shift at all to simply pluck it from the ground. “Though I wouldn't call the company of a friend useless.”

You couldn't help but huff at his statement, annoyed by the fact he had a point. “Fine. Sorry.”

He nodded in turn, not bothering to say anything about your mood today. Not when you both knew why you suddenly turned into such a grouch. “I can still explain how it feels for me.”

“As long as you promise not to say something cheesy like I become the wind itself.” That would surely make anyone in your position a little peeved. A prodigy sitting before you who has the ability to so naturally have control of something that threatens to turn on you. The claws of a wild animal that one can never say for sure will come to you for help or to attack.

“I can try!” Holding the flower out, those same orange petals that had become second place in the walls of Mondstadt began to spin. Turning round and round as you were left to stare at the little demonstration. “Like freedom itself has graced me. I can feel wind under my fingertips just as easily as I do strings or this flower for an example.”

“(Y/n), you may not currently know exactly what melody you are trying to share with the world yet, and that's fine! We all have to start somewhere.” Giggles came out between his words, easing the tension you couldn't help but feel at being so blatantly called out. “But just like always, a tune will still play, or in this case the sound of rushing water will be the music you grace me with. Either way, I can't wait to see what you can come up with.”

“My, how sweet, I almost want to wretch.”

“Hey, I was being serious for once!”

That's why this entire interaction feels so wrong.

Still, you glanced back down at the blue gem, watching how it glows so the grass it lays on is tinted with its color. Would it do the same to your garments once you get brave enough to hang it from your clothes like you've seen Amber doing? It was still a burner after all, but even a burner will cool. It just takes time.

“I wasn't expecting to see this side of you today.”

“Like what you see, my lady? Next, all we have to do is throw you in the water and see what happens.”

“I swear to fucking god-” No, you are not down for being thrown around by his wind currents. Just having to ride down one as you left your apartment to get here was enough for one day.

“Easy! Easy! We won't go back to throwing shoes at me, right?” He asked, hands in the air. Already surrendering just in case. The flower hanging in the air between you both. His doing, obviously.

“You're infuriating sometimes.” With a huff you snatched the flower from the air, pulling it close so you could look at it properly. It still had life left in it, still had water coursing through that green stem.

Your eyes were so focused on the petals you didn't even notice the smile Venti was giving you, soft in nature as he watched you stare down at the gift with a pout. You didn't need to know that he was just happy to see you free from tears again, to no longer have you be locked up in your own room from fear of something new. As for Venti? He didn't need to know you couldn't help but think maybe Barbatos did send him to you.

No, not all.

So just like any silent night at windrise, or as silent as can be with you two mouthing off at each other, the leaves rustled as branches swayed back and forth, and a tune, for the wind had a habit of carrying the sweetest of songs.

#venti x reader #venti #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #hoyoverse #x reader #fem reader #barbatos x reader

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sejanusbaby · 2 years

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My Luck — Billy Hargrove

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Henderson!Reader

A/N: I am such a softie when it comes to soft!Billy. He truly deserved better than what he got. Anyways, thank you for the request! Keep them coming! Also, I wrote this listening to this song. So, you can read it while listening to that, if you'd like!

Anonymous asked: "Omg can we get billy after winning a basketball game wanting nothing more than to be with his girl and relax? He's on top of the world because he brought home the win but also because of the person in his arms. MUAH" ( @creme-delacreme )

Warnings: Brief mentions of Billy's trauma with his father's behavior, one cuss word, and lot's of soft!Billy fluff! Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Very OOC Billy. Basically an AU where he isn't a dickhead.

This is not proofread, so I apologize for any errors. If you want to be added to my taglist, go here!

“So, you’ll be there?” Your boyfriend, Billy, asked excitedly, watching you place you books from your locker into your book bag. Tonight was one of his basketball games, and though you didn’t know much about the game, you always tried to show up and support him when you could. Obviously his dad and step-mother wouldn’t do it for him.

Much to your disliking, though, you couldn’t show up to the game tonight. You had a major test in the morning that you couldn’t afford to fail. In addition to that, your mom had been harassing you about how much you’d been hanging out with Billy lately.

“You’re never home anymore.” your mother would say to you. As if her opinion dictated what you did. But she did put a roof over your head for the time being, and with you about to graduate high school, you really didn’t want to test the waters or possibly get kicked out. You dreaded having to look Billy in the eyes and tell him you couldn’t come. You knew he’d understand, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t feel sad that his number one fan wouldn’t be in the audience.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you zipped up your book bag, and closed your locker. You faced your boyfriend, but when his excited face began to drop into a saddened expression, you already knew that he knew what the answer was.

“I’m really sorry, babe. I just can’t tonight. I have that huge test tomorrow in physics, and my mom has been harassing me about staying home more often.” You said, you gaze falling down to look at your feet. You felt horrible. You weren’t afraid of what Billy’s reaction would be, you were just afraid to disappoint him.

“Hey, it’s okay, babe. I’m dating the smartest girl at Hawkin’s High. It comes with a heavy price to pay. And you have been to every single one of my games so far anyway.” He said gently. “It’s okay.” You looked back up into his blue eyes that stared down at you. “Okay.” You responded to him quietly.

He reached to hold your face in his hand, gently using his index and thumb to lift your chin to meet his face. “I guess that just means you’ll have to motivate me somehow. Or reward me.” He smirked, his flirting causing your cheeks to flush.

“Yeah, yeah.” You said, standing up on your tip toes, and pressing a kiss to his lips. He kissed you back, practically melting into your touch. When he pulled away, you nuzzled your face into his chest, while one of his hands rubbed your back soothingly. As much as he wanted you to be there, he understood that you had responsibilities.

Soon after, the bell rang, signaling for everyone to head to their last classes of the day. After placing a kiss to your forehead, Billy began to walk away, still facing you. You waved, calling out, “Please, call me when you get home after the game! And good luck!” He nodded at you, giving you a “yes.”

He continued to saunter down the now empty hall to his next class, now turned away from you. “I love you!” You called out to him. “I love you too!” He called back.

You giggled to yourself, as you began to make your way to physics.

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You would much rather be at a basketball game right about now, but instead here you are, flash cards sprawled out on your bed, pinching the skin between your eyebrows in frustration. You had almost everything memorized, just four or five more terms that you needed to master before you were done.

You were interrupted by your younger brother, Dustin, barging into your room. He stood there and you both stared at each other for a second. “What?” You asked, annoyed. “And what did we talk about? Knock next time!” You complained.

“Yeah, whatever.” Your curly headed sibling dismissed you. He plopped on the bed next to you, staring at the papers you had everywhere. “What are you studying?” He picked one up, squinting his eyes to observe it. You snatched it from his hands.

“Physics, dip-shit. Not that you’d be smart enough to even know what that is.” You teased. His hand flew to his chest, clutching where his heart should be, acting as if you’d actually stabbed him.

“Me? Not smart? How dare you.” He gasped, before standing back up abruptly. “Anyway, Mom told me to let you know dinner is ready. She made spaghetti.” He said, heading towards your doorway to leave.

You didn’t even have time to eat right now. “Thanks, Dusty, but I have to study. Tell Mom I said I’m sorry but I can’t eat right now.” You signed, reshuffling your flash cards. He nodded, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. You began to go through the cards again, reading the words and definitions out loud to yourself.

You were once more interrupted, but with a knock at your door this time. “Yeah, come in.” You said. Dustin made his way back into your room, a huge grin on his face, holding a bowl full of noodles and red sauce out to you.

“You have to eat. If you don’t, then your brain will starve, and you won’t be able to study as well.” He said, matter-of-factly. You chuckled, taking the bowl from his hands. “Oh yeah?” You teased. “Is that how that works?” You took a bite, mouth full of pasta. He nodded, before leaving your room for the last time.

You finished up your dinner and continued to study on. By the time you had all of the information down, you glanced at your clock, shocked that it was now 10:00 PM. Billy hadn’t called yet, either. The game must have ended not that long ago.

You sighed, placing the cards on your nightstand, before changing into a pair of pajamas and laying back down. As soon as you started to drift, you heard a tapping at your window. You squinted your eyes, only to see that Billy was sitting outside, signaling for you to open the window. You quickly got up, locking your bedroom door, and then opening the window for your boyfriend.

He slipped inside, closing the window behind him. You looked up at him, his face plastered with a smile. “So, how did the game go?” You asked, returning the smile to him. “We won, thanks to you.” He said, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I wasn’t even there, Billy.” You said, bashfully.

He chucked at you, “You didn’t have to be. You’re my good luck charm, remember?” He teased you. You blushed, grabbing both of his hands and squeezing. “That’s amazing, Billy. I’m proud and happy for you.” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“That’s all I get? For all my hard work and winning?” He said, pretending to be offended. You shook your head, laughing, before giving his a kiss on the lips. He smiled into it, before pulling away and pulling you towards your bed. He laid down, bringing you down to lay on top of him, scratching your back with one of his free hands.

“How did studying go?” He asked, looking down at you. You sighed. “It was awful, but I got everything memorized. Hopefully I’ll pass tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes. “How could you not pass? You’re the smartest girl I know.” He bragged. You smiled, content with his response. You allowed yourself to relax in his touch, listening to his steady heart beat, and feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

“Billy—” You began to say, before a yawn cut you off. He just shushed your, holding you tighter. “It’s okay, baby. You had a long day.” He assured you. You made a content noise as he placed one last kiss on the top of your head. Then, you drifted to sleep, in his warm embrace. “My luck.” He whispered to himself, before allowing himself to drift off on his own.

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alotofpockets · 11 months

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Archery lessons | Kate Bishop

Paring: Kate Bishop x Reader Prompt: “I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.” Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 915

You were dressed in your training gear, waiting for Kate at the archery range. You’ve been wanting to learn for a while now and finally gathered the courage to ask Kate to teach you. Kate is your best friend as well as the girl you’ve been crushing on for months now, as well as an amazing archer. The nerves probably stemmed from not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of her, she was so good with her bow and arrow, next to her you’d probably look bad no matter what.

Kate was excited to share her love for archery with you. Not many of her friends outside of archery had gotten her interest in the sport growing up. Therefore, being able to introduce you to archery was something she had been looking forward to all week. She had prepared different exercises to be able to teach you the basics in a fun way.

Unbeknownst to you Kate was already in the archery range, after setting everything up she hid. She loved scaring you and she thought that this would be an amazing opportunity. You were never going to suspect her jumping from the high up platform landing right in front of you. Kate timed it out perfectly, waiting until you had you back towards her. She jumped off the ledge, twisting in the air so that she would be facing you when she landed. Just inches in front of you she lands in a superhero pose, she smirks when she hears you scream. With a hand on your heart, you catch your breath, rolling your eyes at the woman still crouched in front of you, “This was not what I signed up for.” You give her a small push, making her fall backwards. “I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.”

You offer her your hand and help her up. “Was this all or are you actually going to teach me something?” Kate thanks you for helping her up, “Oh no, I am actually going to teach you, I’m very excited. This was just also the perfect moment to scare you.” You roll your eyes ones more, “Jerk.” You call her in a loving way.

Kate walks you over to where she set up. "I grabbed you a beginner bow, basically one that is easier to handle than a bow like mine or Clints. This is just for you to get the hang of it, so if you end up enjoying archery we can look for a new one for you." She holds up the bow and shows you all its components. Handing the bow over to you she says, "Show me how you would hold it." You take the bow and hold it the way you think you’re supposed to. “You almost got it! All you have to do is move this hand up a bit.” She guides your hand to where it’s supposed to be. The touch immediately raises your heartbeat. Luckily Kate is too busy looking at your grip to notice the blush that made its way onto your checks.

“Yeah, that’s it! Now you can add the arrow.” She hands you an arrow and tells you how to place it in the bow. Surprisingly, you got that right on the first go. “See you’re a natural.” You laugh, “Just because I’m holding it right doesn’t mean that it’s going to go anywhere near the target.” You pull back the arrow, aim for the target and release it. It lands maybe three feet in front of you, nowhere near the target. “Yeah, okay you’re right, maybe not a natural.” Kate teases. You shove her slightly, “Oh, very motivating, miss Bishop.” You both laugh.

“Here, let me help.” Kate moved behind you. You freeze as you feel her body touching your back. Her arms reach around yours as if she’s holding the bow with you. Helping you to you make the right movements. Your heartrate is rising once more, this time there is no hiding it. It’s beating so fast and loud that you think she might even hear it. In your ear she whispers, “You’ve got it. Just left go.”

You release the arrow and watch it soar through the air, perfectly landing on the target. “That’s my girl.” Kate whispers in your ear. You instantly turn around in her arms. Your faces are already so close together, all you have to do is lean in and your lips would be on hers. Kate noticed your eyes were focused on your lips and smirked. “All you had to so was ask.” She says as she moves her hand up to your cheek to pull you in. Her lips were on yours and it was the most magical thing you have ever experienced. When you pull away from the kiss slightly, you say, “I should’ve asked you to teach me archery way sooner.” In response Kate hugged you tightly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” You smile, “Me too.”

“Want me to teach you some more?” You lift the bow up again and try to take a shot yourself. It went further than your first try but still not close enough to the target. “It seems like I will be needing more lessons, but my teacher is quite distracting so it might take a lot of lessons.” Kate places a soft kiss on your cheek. “That just means that I will get to spend more time with you.”

#kate bishop #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate x reader #katebishop #kate bishop fic #marvel #marvel imagine #kate hawkeye #hawkeye

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silentcryracha · 9 months

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I'd like to request a horny filthy absolutely deranged drabble about this Hyune look because I still haven't managed to get up from the floor iykwim

https://twitter.com/hyunesz/status/1684902894401921024?s=20

link - OH hun if only you knew how many asks I got about this specific look LMAO, glad we're all on the same horny boat 🤝

warnings: non idol au, strangers to lovers, drugs are mentioned but not used, smut 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex (don't), fingerings, oral (m receiving), kind of public sex?, afab reader, kinda dom Hyunjin

word count: 3.1k

masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The ambient felt hot and a little overwhelming. Just enough for __ to feel annoyed, but not suffocate her. The fact that it was completely dark except for the blue and purple lights that illuminated the dance floor enhanced this feeling.

She took another sip of her drink, keeping a small piece of ice in her mouth to refresh herself. She was bored, no question about it. Her colleagues dragged her to this expensive club after a cocktail event, as if the alcohol wasn't flowing enough as it was.

She truly couldn't give a fuck about a party organized by the man, who was essentially overworking his employees, that desperately needed to rub in everyone's faces the fact that he got promoted. Hence more money and power for someone who didn't deserve it. But hey, at least he was offering.

That club was not a normal, cheap club though, It was one of those hyper private and expensive places which only a specific range of people could access. Which is the main reason that convinced her to check it out, curiosity. But it was nothing different from a normal club aside from the crazy drink prices, the people were elegant and the drugs were not directly shoved in your face. It was also a lot cleaner, which was the best aspect.

At some point she heard a light shove, which made her turn her head to the side. A man dressed in an elegant suit, with light brown hair and glasses, also looked down at the woman sitting at the bar with an apologetic look. Even though __ could tell that he wasn't sober.

"Apologies" he slurred, shamelessly checking her out quickly before being pulled to the side slightly by another man. He was also dressed elegantly, with a black shirt that had the first couple of buttons undone, showing just enough of his collarbones.

She coulnd't help but stare for a couple of seconds at how beautiful that man was. Was he even real?

"Stop embarrassing yourself, Jisung" he said, glaring at him. __ was too starstruck to realize that she was still staring, but as soon as the black haired man locked eyes with her, she immediately woke from her daze and looked away. Yeah, stop embarrassing yourself too, __, she scolded herself mentally.

"C'mon man, don't you want to have some fun? A guy is selling some pretty dope stuff, if you know what I mean" the brown haired man nonchalantly hinted at sniffing his finger, and laughed when the black haired one rolled his eyes at him.

"I don't need cocaine to have fun. You do you though. But don't come fucking crying at my door when Chris fires you again." he warned him, taking a sip of his own drink before dismissing his friend. She didn't mean to be nosy, really. But they were just a little too close to her hearing area, so oops?

She still wasn't looking in their direction, pretending to be interested in stirring the small straw in her half finished drink. It was basically half ice and half fruit so she wasn't feeling the dizziness at all. Besides, she had decided to actually eat at the cocktail party, mainly out of boredom and to avoid making conversation.

"Ah, shut the fuck up, Hyun" Jisung scoffed, leaving his friend's side before disappearing into the dancing crowd. __ sneakily glanced at the man sat not too far from her. But with her surprise, he was already looking back at her. So, this time, instead of being a coward, she played it off with the hint of a smile.

The man tilted his head to the side slightly, the shadow of a smirk on his face, so confident and calm in his demeanor. It was almost intimidating, and she felt herself blush, a string of shivers running up her exposed spine.

She did feel quite overdressed, even for such a place. She was wearing an elegant black, silky, cowl back slip dress, that had a split on the right side. Her hair were tied up, so all her back almost down to her butt was exposed, as well as her neck, collarbones and some cleavage. Was it a little too much for a cocktail party? Actually not, but it was quite sexy and she knew it.

"I apologize for my colleague's rude ways." her head snapped towards him as she realized that he was speaking to her. His voice was hard to decipher, a mix of teasing, apologetic and polite. As she looked at him she saw his dark, piercing eyes staring at her, waiting for a reaction.

"Oh" she said, waving a hand dismissively, "It was nothing. I hope he gets home safe." she added, absolutely not knowing what else to say. And she was convinced that the conversation would've ended there, but the man didn't let it.

"He'll be fine. He's a lucky man." he replies, finishing his drink in one shot. "What about you?"

"What about me?" she retorted the question, carefully thinking how much she could trust that man.

"I'd ask if you're here alone, but it just seems to me like you were dragged here by someone else. Or else you would be enjoying yourself." she smirked, mimicking his head tilt.

"Do I look like I'm not enjoying myself?" her voice was between irony and curiosity, but truly she was just amused. The man put down one foot and lightly dragged his own stool a little closer, so that now less than thirty centimeters were separating them. If she had turned to face him, their legs would've touched.

"Not really. Unless your kind of fun is brooding at a bar alone while everyone else is grinding, dancing and, well, probably snorting coke on a few surfaces." he nudged his head to where the dance floor and some couches were.

"Not everyone, though." the woman replied, also finishing her fruity drink before continuing, "You're also sat here, at a bar, alone. So, are you also a type who doesn't want to have fun? Like your friend said?"

The black haired man raised an eyebrow, amused with how well you were keeping up with him.

"That's also true. So what, then? Are we really two people who can't have fun? Or maybe this isn't the place for us." this time it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Was he hinting at what she was thinking he was...?

"Do you have any suggestions, mr...?" she already knew that they were gonna end up fucking, so might as well gather some important info before any shit goes down.

"Hwang. Hyunjin Hwang." he answered without hesitation, still maintaining his cool aura. "And, about the place. It depends on which kind of fun you like." she didn't miss the way that his eyes checked out her whole figure, with a particular attention to her exposed back and valley between her breasts.

So she decided to play his game, and to send him a message loud and clear she elegantly turned her body towards him, crossing her legs. Effectively making her exposed calf brush against his clothed one. Hyunjin looked up at her with sharp eyes and a newly fueled hunger.

"I don't have preferences. Why don't you take me somewhere?" she asked seductively, leaning down to speak just enough to give him a new angle to her cleavage. He inhaled a sharp breath when her leg brushed against his again, so after that he decided that he had enough.

Hyunjin stood up, offering his hand to her, which she took. After that he led her through the mass of dancing and sweaty bodies in the dark, until they reached a small corridor. She thought that he was going to lead her into the bathroom, cliché but it will do for a quickie.

But suddenly he got in front of her, effectively caging her with his arms against the wall, to which her back was now pressed. She got tense for a second, until he detached one of his hands from the wall, bringing it up to caress her cheek.

"What's your name?" he asked, casually, as his hand kept on going down, from her cheek, to her neck, collarbones, his pointer finger lightly tracing the shape of her breasts that could be seen from the neckline. Her breath hitched at his every move, so featherlight, yet capable to make her shiver.

"__" she answered, breathy. Hyunjin hummed as his face got closer to her neck, leaving a small kiss on it, making her lightly gasp.

"Do you want to do this, __?" he murmured, against her skin. The loud music was now muffled to their ears, which allowed some sort of silence.

"Yes, I do" she breathed out, starting to touch his chest with her hands, until they slid around his neck to pull him closer. "Do you, Hyunjin?"

He didn't even answer and instead moved his head up to crash his plush lips to hers, the kiss immediately turning passionate and leaving both of them breathless. __ felt two hands on her ass, but before she could realize what was happening, Hyunjin had picked her up, making her legs wrap around him automatically.

He led them to the bathroom, and picked the men's one. Just because they would've just gave up by finding a locked bathroom, he was sure. Nothing would've ruined that moment.

He kept kissing her as she sat her on the expensive marble in between the sinks, then walked away to lock the door behind them. The bathroom was of course huge, clean, with dim lights and a wall long mirror behind the sinks.

She was still panting, both from the kiss and the adrenaline of the moment. Hyunjin swiftly unbuttoned the center jacket button and let it slip off his shoulders, placing it nearby. Then he unbuttoned and dragged up to his elbows his dark shirt. Actions that were so simple, but done by such a handsome and sexy man, were driving her crazy.

As he walked closer to her, his eyes were not leaving her at all. She instinctively spread her legs enough to accommodate him, which made him darkly chuckle. One hand went to her waist while the other to the side of her neck, his thumb tracing her chin.

"Don't let me wait" she said with a husky voice, teasing the small v of his open shirt with her pointer finger. He laughed lightly, starting to kiss her neck and jaw, while his fingers started to trail up from her nude calf, to her knee, to her thighs, and bringing her slip up dress up to her sides as he did so.

"I'd love to play with you longer, but unfortunately you're right, we can't take too long" he said in between kisses, to which he had started to add some licks. She moaned, grabbing the side of his beautiful face and pressing it to her own, kissing him openly and sloppily.

She gasped into his mouth as Hyunjin's fingers were now gently rubbing her clit over her silk panties. She was losing her mind, and needed more, and she needed it now.

"Please Hyunjin..." she whimpered, her fingers clutching the fabric of the shirt on his shoulder. He hummed in her mouth, leaving it to speak "Tell me what you need, gorgeous"

"I-I need you to touch me. Touch my pussy, feel how wet it is for you" she grazed his ear while grinding on his hand. He used both hands to remove your panties, throwing them to the side somewhere near his jacket on the sink.

Then with his pointer and middle finger pressed together he started to rub up and down around your vulva, making you whine when he teased your hole and your clit respectively. A low, mocking chuckle escaped his full, pink, lips.

"You are drenched already. All this for me, you say?" he teased, with his two fingers now circling her little hole. She nodded eagerly, her lips continuously kissing, grazing, and licking at his skin, she felt drunk on him.

"Yes, just for you. Please, sir-" she didn't realized what had slipped her mouth until after she said it. Her eyes widened from the embarrassment, but Hyunjin on the other hand just chuckled, kissing her.

"Such a good girl, I've barely touched her and she's already so wet." he praised, "Let's see if she's also ready to take my fingers" he murmured to her ear, before slipping two fingers into her. The sudden action and the feeling of fullness made her gasp and moan at the same time.

Hyunjin started quite slowly with his in and out movements but as his fingers got wetter and wetter, her walls also relaxed a bit. Not too long after he started to finger her faster, more roughly, hitting exactly her spot.

Her fingers grasped both of his shoulders as moans and whines were leaving her mouth, mixed with his name, like a prayer.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me and cum, mh? Make me feel you drench my fingers, c'mon, good baby." Hyunjin kept on praising her as he maintained his relentless pace.

"Oh- oh fuck, yes sir I'm gonna cum, please" she pleaded, closing her legs around his back, while he spit on his other hand and started rubbing her clit fast. That was it for __, as he gushed around Hyunjin's fingers.

She released a long sigh, in between whines because of how overly sensitive she was. "Shh, you did so well, good girl. Look how you drenched my fingers, baby" Hyunjin reclaimed her attention, and with dazed eyes she looked at him putting those same two fingers in his mouth, and suck.

Her mouth was agape, cheeks red, forehead sweaty and a beautiful fucked out expression. Hyunjin was already more than hard in his pants, but seeing her like that, so sexy and beautiful, made something snap in him.

"I want to fuck you so bad" he breathes out, unbuckling his pants, "Will you let me, mh? Do you want me to fuck your pretty little pussy?" he nuzzled her nose with his, desire dripping from his words.

"Yes! Fuck please, Hyunjin, sir" she was still so fucked out from her previous orgasm, but as desperate for another that she was stumbling on her words.

"Shh, baby. I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you so so good, okay pretty girl?" he cooed, while simultaneously wetting the tip of his dick with her juices, to then thrust in all in one go. She squealed by the surprise and tightened the grip on his butt with her legs, effectively pushing him even deeper. This time it was Hyunjin's turn to groan.

"So fucking tight- " he said through gritted teeth, clearly trying to hold himself back a bit. But her clenching and unclenching were not helping him, so in the end he decided to just go all in, and started to fuck her strong and fast.

"Ah, yes! Fuck yes, Hyunjin you're doing so well, please don't stop!" she exclaims in between moans. But he had other plans, because he swiftly pulled out, then dragged back to the edge of the sing __ , making her come down on wobbly legs, just to bend her over it.

They could see their reflections on the mirror now, which gave everything an even more erotic vibe. They both moaned loudly when Hyunjin penetrated her again, from behind. He picked up his fast pace pretty quickly, which made it feel like there hasn't even been a change in positions.

"You feel- so so fucking good, I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, gripping the edge of the marble sing with all her might. Hyunjin also knew that he was close to releasing, but he needed her to come first so he could've pulled out. So he licked two fingers and reached between her legs to rub her clit.

"Does that feel good? uh? Does my cock make you feel that good?" he grunted, keeping his fast pace, She just hummed in approval as she was too fucked out to talk. But Hyunjin wasn't having it, so he slapped her ass once, making her gasp and respond quickly.

"Sorry, sir. Yes it feel so so good" she cried, "I love your big cock making me feel so full. Are you close, Hyunjin?" she panted, as her breasts were dangling out of her dress by now. Braless, Hyunjin noted.

He groaned in response, speeding his ministrations on her clit. which made her orgasm explode immediately, He let her ride out her high,and then slowly pulled put.

"I want you in my mouth" Hyunjin turned around to see you jumping down the marble and getting on your knees. He pumped himself a few times before he let her take charge. Both of her hands pumped him at the same time, as she sucked and licked the red head.

"Mmh- __ I'm about to come" he warned, and then stilled as he emptied himself on your tongue. A few drops escaped the corners of her lips but she promptly caught them with her fingers, cleaning them too. Hyunjin moaned and sighed, having to lean back on the wall to support himself.

Before any of them could say anything, they heard a loud knock on the door. They both stood straight up, and got dressed and presentable as best they could.

Hyunjin hurried her to hide in one of the stalls, but without even hearing her out he forced her and said to "trust him". So she picked one and closed the door behind herself, listening.

She heard footsteps and then the door unlock, and then some voices.

"Sorry man, I think I might've closed it by accident." Hyunjin spoke, with his usual cool demeanor. She didn't hear him anymore so she assumed that he was gone. But she saw some elegant shoes going for a bathroom stall next to yours, so you waited until the man was in and then escaped from the men's bathroom.

She were about to search up the phone to call an Uber, since that was gonna definitely be the end of the night, but a am leaning against the corridor wall made her stop.

"I thought you'd left me there" her words were supposed to be a joke, but came out more embarrassing than anything. He leaned back from the wall and started to walk towards you.

"I would never." he answers, seriously "Would you like me to call you and Uber? I don't have my own car tonight so I can't take you home."

She smiled shyly. "We can share on if you'd like." she offered. He smiled at her and nodded, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

"Then, if it's okay with you, I'd like to ask for your number." he said. She nodded, with a big smile of her own.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

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worldlxvlys · 2 months

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heyy an, i miss u sm so i got a request!! what if u start a sturniolo little sister thing (c.ai doesn't feed me enough) basically the plot i wrote on c.ai is reader (she has a name on c.ai but just go with y/n ig) is about to leave to go to a party in a sort of "revealing" outfit (it's not actually that revealing the triplets are just overprotective as shit in my plot) and they notice a few she's been wearing more revealing outfits these days and they lowkey wonder why. (that's not actually what happens in my plot but i'm gatekeeping it bc it's my comfort c.ai bot) and then you can go from here i guess!! in my plot, reader is a very whiny, easily annoying and whimpery girl, ykwim? like she's so easily hurt / upset. that's one of her main traits so hope it helps the development of the fic! ilysm🫶🏻

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sturniolo triplets x sister! reader

warnings: cursing, mention of shitty ex

a/n: kind of got carried away, hopefully you like it tho

ily <33

“you’re not leaving in that” chris stated for about the fifth time that night. i was starting to get annoyed.

i’ll admit that my shorts were on the shorter side, but everything was covered.

“why chris? why do you care about what i put on my body?”

his jaw clenched as he let out a heavy sigh.

catching onto the annoyance that was written all over chris’s face, matt stepped in.

“look, what you decide to wear is completely up to you, we aren’t going to tell you what you can and can’t wear.” he placed his hand on my shoulder gently.

“we’ve just noticed that your outfits have been a little more on the revealing side lately-“ i cut him off, already knowing where this conversation was heading.

“ we? so you guys talk about how i dress when i’m not here?” his mouth opened and closed like a fish as my question caught him off guard.

nick then pitched in, “look, we’re genuinely just worried about you. we want to make sure you’re safe”

“i’m fine guys, seriously. i mean, everybody wants to stand out, right?” i watched as all of their faces dropped as they began to catch on.

matt tilted his head at me, “is this about your ex?” i let out a sigh at this.

he knows me too well.

when i broke up with my ex, matt was the person i leaned on. chris and nick were there for me, of course, but matt was the person who took me for late night drives to cheer me up. so, naturally, i spoke to him the most about my feelings.

when i was dumped, my ex told me i was just like every other girl and i tried too hard to fit in. while i tried to act like his words held no affect on me, they hurt me deeply.

they rang through my head constantly, no mater what i did. but, i didn’t want to completely change just because a man decided to use my biggest insecurity against me. so, instead, i decided to switch up my style.

what i failed to realize, however, was that my brothers were able to read me like a book.

and while the change in clothing choice was cute, it wasn’t me. it was uncomfortable.

“i hate that he still has so much power over me. it’s like no matter what i do, i can always hear his comments about me in my head.” i finally spoke.

“what did he say to you?” chris asked, growing concerned.

i looked down at this, feeling tears start to prick at the corner of my eyes.

“pretty much that there was nothing special about me and that i’m boring” i shrugged my shoulders, swallowing the lump that began to form in my throat.

“well he’s just flat-out wrong” chris stated, as though it was the most obvious thing he’s ever said.

i furrowed my eyebrows as i stared at him in confusion.

“um, hello? you’re literally the most insane person i’ve ever met”

i looked at him crazily, “is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“you’re the only person i’ve ever met that goes running for fun. that is borderline psychotic” i narrowed my eyes at him. “trust me, you’re not like any other girl” he finished.

i playfully rolled my eyes at him.

“plus” matt began, “isn’t this the same dude that thought that googled why he had a headache and was fully convinced he was dying?” i couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

nick then joined in, “besides, that motherfucker talks like he’s reading from a script written by the ginny and georgia writers, i promise you’re not missing out”

this sent the three of us into laughing messes. chris reached out for something to hold onto as he started to fall and, seeing as i was standing right next to him, that happened to be me.

chris clutched onto my shoulders as he began to bring me down with him, and the four of us doubled over in laughter.

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melanieph321 · 2 months

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Ruben Dias/Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader - Dark Rivarly Part 3/15

Part 4 and 5 are already out on my Patreon for FREE!

Reader is Trent Alexander Arnold's twin sister. The two have been inseparable since childbirth, more so now when Reader is fresh out of university looking for a job, crashing at her brother's place whilst doing so. One day Reader gets a job offer that she cannot refuse, however it would mean working for her brother's biggest rival in football, Ruben Dias.

Enjoy!

It was another slow day at the shop. You were sagging over the front desk with a lollipop in your mouth, thinking about anything better that you could be doing with your time. Sleep, for example.

"You're still here?" A pair of high heels were heard emerging from the back. Jenny popped up looking gorgeous than ever, with her lips painted red, matching the color of her hair that was laid down over one shoulder. "I thought Mrs Arnold said that you'd be leaving this morning?"

"I'm not going to Liverpool." You muttered.

"No? Why not?"

Since her newfound free time due to retirement, Grandma often took the train to Liverpool whenever Trent and his team played a home game at Anfield. By now it had become tradition. A tradition that you were perhaps expected to follow, but had a long list of reasons not to. Number one:

"Trent and I aren't really speaking." You said.

"It's that bad huh?"

Jenny put on her coat and went over to the coffee machine. She returned to the front desk with her cup.

"I dunno." You muttered. "It's not like I can't call him and he won't pick up. It's more me ignoring him for what he did to me."

"You mean telling your parents the truth?"

"Right. What a dick move that was."

Jenny shook her head, a smile on her face. "I don't know, Y/N. I think that deep down your brother just worried about you not really having a job or a place to stay. He was fair to let you crash at his for a while, that's what family is for. But it was also fair of him to kick you out when he felt like you weren't pulling your weight. I mean he was basically providing for someone who should be able to provide for themselves, don't you think?"

"What if I don't wanna be a provider?" You protested, with a pout on your lips. "What if I wanna be pampered and taken care of whilst my rich husband works and I sleep all day. Isn't there a name for that? I should have studied that shit instead of marketing. What's it called again?" You snapped your fingers for the answer to come to you.

"A housewife?" Jennifer said.

"Exactly!" You pointed. "I wanna be a housewife, not a provider. Trent ruined that for me. He took my dream."

"Um, I'm pretty sure being a housewife involves more than sleeping and being provided for."

"Really, like what?"

"Well, aren't they supposed to raise children and take care of them?"

"Huh? I don't want kids."

"Right." Jennifer sighed, realizing that you had your own logic applied to the matter. "Either way I was thinking about closing down early today, if that's okay with you?"

"What for?" You frowned.

"Well, a couple of friends and I were thinking about catching the game in a bar not too far from here. You didn't think your grandma would hire someone who isn't a Liverpool fan, did you?"

"Sounds like grandma." You chuckled.

"Yeah, so feel free to join us. If not, we could always keep the shop open, with you tending the front desk."

You shook your head. "No, you're right. We should close early and catch the game instead.

"Great, I'll finish packing up some boxes in the back, if you wanna get started on sweeping the floors?"

"Gotch cha', I'll see you in a bit."

You grabbed a broom, ready to sweep like those dusty children in that play that Grandma used to take you and Trent to see as kids. Fiddler On The Roof, it was called. You and Trent used to really enjoy spending an evening at the theater, especially back in the days when your grandpa was still alive.

You were halfway done sweeping when the bell to the front door rang and a young woman entered the shop.

"Um, hello?" You frowned. "The sign outside says we're closed."

"Hello." The woman smiled. "I'm looking for someone, a stylist that I've been told works here."

"Um, you got the wrong shop madam. We only do fittings here, not makeovers."

The woman took your words politely, batting her long eyelashes. "But I've been told that a stylist works here and a really good one at that. I'd like to meet with her please, my client demands it."

You rolled your eyes. "We'll there's only three people working here. One is me and a sixty-two year old lady with a bad hip."

"And the other one?" The lady looked you up and down, not at all impressed with what was presented to her. "Who is the third person?" She asked.

You sighed, but leaned on your broom, shouting for Jennifer. She emerged from the back to the young woman's obvious relief.

"Hello, you must be who I'm looking for."

"Um, hi." Jenny smiled, shaking the hand that the invidious young woman offered. "Do you mind if we talk in private?" She said, looking back at you with your lollipop in your mouth.

"Um, sure, why not."

The two of them disappeared into the back office but returned a couple of minutes after. By then you had swept the floors and all that was left to do was close down and lock the shop.

"What did she want?" You asked Jenny, seeing as the young woman left with her tail between her legs.

"I dunno." She shrugged. "Something about a job, but I told her that she must be mistaken because I'm not a stylist."

"Hmm, strange. "

"Yeah, either way, are you ready to go?"

"Sure. The bar is only down the street right? I might as well leave my things here, no?"

"If you want." She shrugged.

You did exactly that. The two of you were then off to the bar, a fancy and quite posh place. But apparently Jenny and her friends hung out there all the time. They were quite different from you, a different sense of humor etc. It made you feel left out, until they found out who your brother was of course. People naturally paid more attention to you once they knew that you had a twin brother who played football in the highest league in England. Same thing happened at university, making it hard for you to tell which friends liked you for you and which ones didn't. It all showed itself during your years of crashing at people's houses. In a way you saw it as a test of friendship. A test of who would put up with you the longest. So far the winner was Trent. Perhaps that's why him wanting you out, hurt the most.

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You lit the flashlight on your phone upon returning to the shop to grab your things. The night was still young and Jenny and her friends decided to head for another bar after the game. They insisted you'd come with them, however you declined the offer, saying you were tired from a day of work.

"Stupid bag, where are you?" You were looking for it in the dark. Why you didn't bother turning on the light might have to do something with the fact that you were crying your eyes out like a toddler. Why? You had no idea. It started at the bar. In the bar's bathroom to be specific. The Liverpool match ended with a victory for the home team. Jenny and her friends celebrated with a round of shots, whilst you receive an incoming facetime call from your mother. It was her, your dad and Grandma, surrounded by cheering fans who all celebrated the team's victory.

"We wish you were here honey, hope you're having a great night." She said before ending the call.

For some reason her words and the whole situation made you want to smash a mirror with your fist. You even entered the bar's bathroom, ready to do it. It was an uncontrollable and raging feeling that swept through your body, the ones you used to get as a child whenever you felt rejected or unfairly treated. Doctors and school counselors would blame your tantrums on your ADHD, but for some reason you always blamed your twin brother Trent. It was Trent's fault that the other kids didn't want to play with you. Trent's fault that the adults swept you aside in order to praise your opposite, despite the fact that you were the first one to emerge from the womb. It was all Trent's fault.

Everything.

"Um, are you okay?"

"Aaaaahhhhh!"

Your scream echoed throughout the shop. You turned around to the sound of a man's voice, only to be met with a giant dark shadow lurking by the door.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

You squinted your eyes and let the silhouette of the streetlights reveal his identity. "Ruben?"

He smiled. "Good. You remember me."

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mushies-stories · 1 year

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He can show it

Thomas Shelby X Reader

warnings: drinking, gross bar guy, kind of proofread i guess as i went along. female reader.

word count: 1226

Thomas Shelby shows his love in small silent ways more often than not. Buying gifts like jewels and clothing, taking you out to nice restaurants in London. Speaking of his feeling was too soft for Thomas though, while he was able to say, ‘I love you’ and he was always showering you with compliments, he was unable to express the range of his emotions and what he’s thinking. he didn't expand more than the basics.

Sixth months, that's how long Y/N and Tommy Shelby have been seeing each other and other than meeting the family, a few important events and some late nights, he hasn't opened up all that much. Even expressing that he loved her was a recent development.

Y/N has been trying to find a way to get him to open up a bit more but nothing seemed to be working. If anything, whenever she opened up more to him about things that hurt her or seen or random men who have followed her home in the past, to try and make him feel comfortable it seemed to make him even more protective of her than normal. She started noticing more men on her walks home from the flower shop she worked at. It was just around the corner really and ever since she started dating Thomas not many men have had the guts to go after her. Once they found out who she was if they didn't already know, they ran off rather fast but still she had an escort every night.

Feeling rather hopeless and just needing a night out with good company, you take Lizzy up on an offer to the garrison. The night had been going well and after a few drinks you and Lizzy were a giggling mess. Bursting into laughter anytime someone unpleasant came up to flirt with one of you. Hitting close to midnight you didn't show signs of stopping while Lizzy was slowing down and was just about ready to head home.

“Sorry, the kids and work ya know?” Lizzy shrugged as she stood up, grabbing her small bag and slinging it over her shoulder. “But we will be doing this more often, yeah?” she sends you an excited smile.

You send her one just as enthused. “Definitely!” you got up and gave her a wobbly hug goodbye. “Get home safe.” Saying a final goodbye then it was just you, sat alone at the bar.

Still with half your drink left so she decides to stay to finish it. Five minutes goes by and a lanky, greasy looking man takes the now vacant seat to your left. He tries a few dumb lines and offers to buy you another drink, when you refuse and ignore him he slowly gets more and more frustrated. Trying even harder and insisting you pay him attention.

Rolling your eyes and turning your attention elsewhere, you face the closed door of the room next to the entrance. You assumed no one had been in there all night, for as long as you and Lizzy had been there no one had gone in or out. You had assumed wrong because moments before the drunk greasy man's anger got the better of him, none other than Thomas Shelby himself came out of the room with John and Arthur. His eyes are on you in a second and just as you are being turned to face the angry drunk you could see Tommy’s face turn to anger.

The drunk is squeezing your face between his dirty fingers about to begin some rant when he’s suddenly being ripped away from his seat and thrown to the ground. Tommy is hovering over him and punching the man repeatedly. Arthur came to your side to check on you while John had to pull his brother off the man before he killed him.

The drunk withered on the ground holding his face while Tommy collected himself. “I suggest you get the fuck out and not come back.” Tommy said calmly. When the man didn't get up fast enough for Tommy however he lost it again and picked the man up by the back of his collar and literally dragged him out and threw him on the street. “Next time you lose an eye.” He warned on his way back in.

Now coming to your side he inspected your face, making sure the man didn't bruise you. “I'm fine Tommy I promise.” you giggled and pulled his hands away to hold in your lap. His knuckles were bloody. He tries to not let any of the blood get on your pretty dress however.

“You sure love?” He asks, still trying to see if there were any marks or dirt. You nod your head with a smile. “How long you been here?” he asks, now getting to business. Why were you out so late?

“I was with Lizzy, she left just a few minutes ago and I was just finishing my drink.” you point to the glass now empty behind you. “That was unless some greasy gross drunk man tried to hurt me and you came to my rescue.” You said, batting your eyelashes up at him and twirling a strand of hair.

Chuckling he shakes his head while out stretching a hand for you. “Well since the glass is gone, how’s bout i drive you home, eh?”

Placing your hand in his and leaping off the chair, Tommy had to grab your waist to keep you from face planting.

On the way to the car you couldn't help thinking about how much you been hoping that

Tommy would open up more. It's not like he has ever hidden anything from you, he tells you straight when there is a problem with business or the family, even gang related incidents he tells you about. He doesn't hide himself, he just doesn't detail his emotions. With everything that happened tonight it shows he really cares for you, his actions and need to put your safety before all else shows you how much he loves you.

By the time you made it to the car you were giggling and it was getting harder for Tommy to keep you upright. “Alright love, c’mon in the car.” he opened the door as you leaned against the side of the car.

“Hey Tommy” You say softly, making Tommy stop and look down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you, for protecting me.”

Tommy raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes with such tenderness. A look reserved only for you. “Love, I’ll protect you from anything.” he stated softly but planley.

“Anything?” you question him with a mischievous smile. “Even from the law if i murder someone?” you asked, trying to act sierouse.

With a face cast in shadows from street lights and chillingly straight face, Tommy smiled, ever so softly. “While I don't foresee you, of all people killing a person, I do mean anything Y/N.” His words left you unable to speak, they almost knocked the wind out of you. Morbid but romantic really. “Now. c’mon love. Let’s get you home.”

With that, Tommy took you home and you were now certain that what you had with Tommy was real, and important to him as well, you knew you would always have him. He loved you and knew how to show it.

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagines #x reader

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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It’s only been a day and I’m already missing ToE. This is gonna be bad whenever it’s over.

I really think you’re going to regret saying that. Here’s the Masterlist for those playing along at home.

Warnings: domestic abuse, an absurd amount of violence against women and children. Manipulation tactics. Threatening behaviour. ANGST ANGST ANGST!!! Whump ahead.

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It was like nothing you'd ever experienced. Time seemed to be moving at the speed of light yet frozen all at once. You could see the Admirals lips moving but there was no audio coming out as he spoke. All you could hear was the annoying buzzing sound ringing in your ears all the while Jake and Bradley spewed your darkest secrets to your bosses. Praying that they’d intervene.

“He’s been abusing her since before her daughter was born, her third birthday is in four days which means she's been putting up with the asshole for three years too long, sir.” Jake groaned as he sat beside you, frustrated in himself more than anything else because he’d been too late.

“When he first transferred here he hit the two of us, and Odette, while we were driving back from a dinner at Penny Benjamin's house.” Bradley added while Admiral Simpson eyes off the bruising starting to really show on your neck from where you'd been choked out. “It's public record, insurance claims will back up the time, date, it's all there.”

“I brought the post it note Fe wrote on when she handed me the spare helmet.” Bob interjected as he stood behind you, his hands on the back of the chair you sat on. “She told me he had a knife–” It wasn't the conversation Admiral Simposon thought he’d be having this morning, but as he took notice of the way you seemingly sunk into yourself, didn’t speak back when spoken to, showed no expression on your face whatsoever as your eyes remained glassed over? He knew there was more going on here. He just had to figure out how to navigate the incredibly rocky and incredibly fragile terrain.

“Lieutenants, I can't take action without any evidence to suggest there's abuse going on here.” Admiral Simpson sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “It's entirely he said she said at this point in time.”

“Evidence? Are you kidding me?” Bradley groaned. “Shes got a fucking knife mark slit across her throat and you want more evidence!” Bradley Bradshaw was fighting for your life at this point. He knew that you were scared, that Jaidyn had a hold on you currently that would be hard to break. You wouldn't have let him so close to you if he hadnt said something incomprehensible. Something that put the fear of God into you.

“Fuck off you need more evidence, Sir, just fucking take a look at her! She's basically shell shocked!” Jake added, his voice slightly raised as he grew increasingly more frustrated at every passing second he sat in this stupid office pleading for Admiral Simpson to intervene now that Jaidyn had crossed the line and brought his own stupidity onto base.

“I'm sure I don't need to remind you both that that kind of language and disrespect will not be tolerated here.” Cyclone spoke sternly as Braldey sighed, shaking his head in defeat because this couldnt get any fucking worse. He must have spoken far too quickly as a knock rang out from the door. “I've asked Lieutenant Dolan to join us to discuss the accusations.” It was the first time Beau saw you move. He noted the way you flinched when he said Jaidyns name, how you flinched at the sound of the door opening and closing shortly after, how you sank a little lower in your chair with every footstep that inched closer and closer to you. “Considering I've got the three of you gentleman bombarding me with accusations I only thought it was fair that Lieutenant Dolan was here to listen and hopefully defend himself, because domestic abuse won't be tolerated on base or off it, to any of my staff, crew, or associates.”

“You asked to see me Sir?” Jaidyn was good at masking who he really was, he was also good at pretending to be clueless, a master at weaponizing incompetence. It's what he’d done to keep the fact he’d been using you as his personal punching bag from Jake for so long. He’d run off to the bathroom the second he’d come to after Bob had smacked him down, knowing if he was going to keep his game going he couldn’t be caught by Jake or Bob. He was ready to play fucking ball now.

“Floyd–” Jaidyn smirked as he eyed off the weapons system officer who stood behind you. “The hell did you hit me with? I think you broke my damn nose.”

“Be thankful I'm not my brother.” Was all Bob mumbled back as Jaidyn made his way to the corner of the room, standing with his hips squared and his arms crossed over his chest. Watching over you as you sat with your back turned to him. He was always watching, always lurking.

“There's been some accusations brought to my attention that you might have assaulted our engineer here.” Admiral Simpson tried to put it as respectfully as he could. “I'm just searching for some clarification here as to what may or may not have happened.”

“The only assault that's happened on base Sir, was that Lieutenant Floyd here smacked me in the face with a set of rubber chocks when I asked Fe here to tie my shoe.” Jake could not believe what he was hearing as he turned his head to send Jaidyn a glare that sent shivers down Bradley's spine. He had never seen the look in Jake's eye before. One that read he was out for blood. “I had my hands full with something she'd asked me to fix and I didnt wanna trip, break my neck, and die in her workshop.”

“You're so full of shit and you know it.” Jake spat, turning in his chair to face where Jaidyn sat, as far a way as he possibly could. “Who the fuck treats a woman like this huh? The mother of your fucking child mind you!?”

“You mean the child that I'm almost certain is yours?” Rooster raised an eyebrow at Jake at the accusation Jaidyn had thrown Jake's way. Tabling that conversation for a later date. God you couldn't have sunk any lower into your chair if you tried. Bob saw how tense you were becoming, opting to rest a gentle hand on your shoulder as he worked to block you from Jaidyns view as Bradley and Jake herald abuse. “I should get a damn DNA test–”

“You should jump off a building—“

“Lieutenant Bradshaw that’s enough!” Admiral Simpson snapped. “This conversation feels like something you should be discussing with a therapist!” All Braldey did was crane his neck back to Admiral Simpson.

“My pleasantries don’t extend to those who use women as punching bags sir, you have an issue with that right me up.”

“Yeah you can go ahead and add me to that list too, this fucking guy, Admirial.” Jake paused, he wanted to look Jaidyn in the eye as he spoke his truth. “Should be in prison for the things he’s done.”

“You ain't gotta ask anyone but dear old Felix here.” Jaidyn pressed his lips together into a smile because he knew if you were smart and if you loved your daughter then you'd keep your mouth shut, have his back and say he hadnt done what he did. You knew him well enough to know by now that he wasn't bluffing. If Jaidyn said he’d kill Bradley then kill Bradly he would. If he said he’d take Odette then he would follow through. “I didn't lay a finger on her.”

“Well–” The room went silent as the ringing in your ear dimmed just enough so that you could hear what Admiral Simpson was asking you as he leaned forward on his desk, pressing his elbows into the paperwork that scattered across his desk. “Point blank, did Lieutenant Dolan assault you to any extent this morning Felix?” You felt like you couldn't breathe. “And before you answer, just know this will be dealt with accordinging and I will make sure whatever happened this morning is unearthed to the best of my ability.”

This had to be some poorly written fanfiction at this point. Surely there was no way this was happening, your life hadnt come to this tipping point. You felt trapped with no one to turn to and nowhere to run. But with the ever looming presence of Jaidyn Dolan sitting in the corner of the room burning a glare so intimidating onto the back of your skull and the love of your life sitting beside you with your best friend on the other, how the fuck do you answer that questions honestly without someone getting hurt.

The only person you were okay with getting hurt in this situation was you.

“No.” Bradley swore he gave himself whiplash as he turned at your response. “No, Sir, it's all been a really big misunderstanding and I hope you don't mind but I've got a backlog of work I need to get done today and sitting here discussing empty accusations is just wasting my time.” Admiral Simpson knew then and there that you were blatantly lying to him, but he could tell by the way you sucked your cheeks in and bit down on the flesh inside that you were holding yourself together by a thin thread. Until he could find out more, there was nothing that he could do.

“You’re excused.” He regrettably authorized and you weren't going to stay in his office a second longer than you had to be. You just needed to get back to work, get through this day and get home to your daughter. Nothing else mattered except for her.

“Thankyou–” You nodded softly before rising to your feet, pushing your chair out slightly until bradleys hand was wrapped around your wrist.

“Y/n—“ Bradley cooed, trying to read you but there was nothing there, no expression, no warmth.

“Respectfully Lieutenant, please let me get back to work.” Bradley didn't want to let you go, he knew that Jaidyns presence had scared you into lying, he knew what you were doing and he wasn't having a bar of it. He didn't need protection. “Let go of me Rooster—“

“I'm not gonna let him scare you into being silent Y/n, he's dangerous and you know it.”

“Seems the only person Felix here seems to be scared of is you Bradshaw.” Jaidyn chuckled as you finally turned your head to face him. Physically feeling sick to your stomach when he waved at you like a child on the playground at recess. “You might wanna look into that Admiral, it seems as though you might be barking up the wrong tree.”

“I swear if you don’t stop running your mouth man I’m gonna break your jaw.” Bradley snapped, letting go of your wrist as he stood from the chair he’d been perched in since he carried you from the tarmac into the Admiral’s office.

“Zeus, you’re excused to—“ Cyclone sighed as he ran a hand over his face, he was quick to follow through by reaching into his top drawer for an pre-emotive Advil to ward off the headache he knew he was going to have by the end of this conversation. “Get out of my office—go.”

“Come on Felix, let’s go grab a coffee in the mess.” You nodded silently as Jaidyn came to wrap his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure the Admiral here has far more pressing matters to attend to than false and embarrassing claims.”

“Sorry to have wasted your time sir.” You were screaming for Cyclone to step in and see the bigger picture here. Crying on the inside for him to see you were beyond terrified. You weren’t safe. “It won’t happen again.”

He knew—he could see it in your eyes as Jaidyn led you over towards the door, opening it for you before letting you take a few steps out into the hall before following you out. Shutting the door behind him with a little more force than anyone else would have used.

“You heard everything I didn’t say anything.” It was the first thing you said as you looked around the empty fall as Jaidyn wrapped his arm around your bicep harshly. “Ow! Stop! Jaidyn you’re hurting me—“

“I don't care–” It was the way Jaidyn snarled at you as he came to a halt and pulled you so close to him that your chest hit his torso. “It doesn't matter what you said or what you didn't say, the fact of the matter is the Admiral knows something’s up and sooner or later someone is gonna take the blame.” You didn't know you were crying until warm tears spilled down your cheeks.

“I did what you asked me to do, I didn't say anything.”

“You wanna fucking medal or something?”

“No, no I just want you to leave them alone, I don't care what you do to me but just leave my little girl alone, leave Bradley alone, leave Jake alone.” You were playing with your life, bartering like some type of martyr for the cause. “Jaidyn please, i'll do anything you want me to do, you can do anything you want to be just leave them all alone.”

You saw the cogs turning in Jaidyns mind as he kissed your cheek. Only pulling back to break your great into a million pieces.

“Break it off with Bradshaw.” Jaidyn snarled, spitting in your face before he leaned over to kiss your parted lips. You didn't kiss back but you didn't stop him, you wouldn't dare to stop him. “Break it off with Bradshaw and I won't go near him, you have my word.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Permission to speak frankly, sir?” Jake held his fist up to his mouth. His elbow bent on the arm chair.

“Permission granted.” Cyclone knew he was going to regret those two words the minute they left his mouth.

“He’s a fucking piece of garbage—“ Jake was at a lose for words, but he’d always find the right one to describe Jaidyn Dolan. “You.” Jake pointed at Admiral Simpson, gritting his teeth so hard he was shocked he didn't chip them on one another. “You just let her lie straight to your face.”

“I understand that you’re concerned, and believe me Lieutenants I can see it written as clean as day on that girl's face that she’s in trouble—but I can’t take action until I have solid evidence to back your claims.”

“Fe has a camera in her workshop.” Bob spoke up, still frowning as he kept his eyes on the door you’d just walked out of with Jaidyn in toe. “He was in there for a while before I showed up, you should pull the footage.” All Admiral Simpson did in response was write it down on a notepad on his desk.

“'I'm going after her.” Bradley wasn’t about to let you just walk into Jaidyns arms like that, he wasn’t able to watch you sacrifice yourself to keep those around you safe. You were the one he needed to keep safe. “Standing here doing nothing is going to get her killed.”

“Rooster, we’re not finished here.” Cyclone tried to reason with the aviator who’d busted down his door all the while carrying a hysteric you. “If Felix is really in trouble I need—“

“I'm done listening.” Bradley huffed out as he stormed towards the Admirals door, ripping it off as he marched into the hall, catching Jaidyn with his hand around your bicep, holding you close in a far too threatening manner. “HEY!”

“Bradley don’t–” You tried to plead but it fell on deaf ears. “Rooster.”

“Get your fucking hands off her you fucking low life piece of shit.” Jaidyn thought this was all too entertaining. Putting his hands up in surrender as he pushed you back into the hall. Watching with a smirk so evil it made your heart drop as you smacked against the wall. Knowing that if anything, Rooster would go to your aid before anything else. “Y/n–”

“Gonna have to make it quick Bradshaw, Fe has a lot of work to catch up on after she got distracted getting me off this morning.” Your heart sank when Bradley’s eyes widened at the realisation that you'd been forced to do such a thing.

“This was a mistake.” You cried as Bradley helped you to your feet with loving hands. “I never should have let you anywhere near me.”

“What are you doing Fe, huh?” Bradley asked as he cupped your face between his gentle hands. His worry filled eyes scanned you for any sign of new injury he wasn't already blatantly aware of. “Whatever he’s said, whatever he's threatened you with we can stop, but you gotta come back and tell the truth.” It was the worst thing you'd ever done but nothing mattered more to you than Dot did. You'd jump off a cliff to keep her safe if you had to, no hesitation.

“I can't be with you anymore Rooster–” Bradley felt his world shattering around him as he heard your words mix with Jaidyns subtle laughter as he walked down the hall. Kicking his feet as he pocketed his balled up fists into the pockets of his flight suit. “I don't want to be with you anymore.”

“Tell me what he said to you.” Was all Braldey responded with as he wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, you brought your hands up to cover his with your own and in that moment you wished more than anything that someone would just put you out of your misery because this was worse than death. “Fe, baby you can't kick me out in the cold now.”

“Rooster–please don't make this harder on me than it needs to be, just go, I'm begging you, stay clear of me, stay as far away as you possibly can and don't ever stop running.” Bradley wasn't listening, all he did was wrap you in his arms as you cried uncontrollably into his chest. He held you so tight you felt like you could burst. Rooster nuzzled his mouth against your ear, carefully whispering under his breath so you and only you would hear what he had to say.

“Tell me Y/n, I'm gonna walk away but I need to know what he's up to before I do.” For a second you weren't going to respond, but this may have been your only chance to cry out for help. Relay just what was on the line to those who could help.

“He said he’d take Odette.” Bradleys heart sank into his stomach. “And I believe him, so please just go.” Your body language didn't match what you were saying as you grip around Roosters torso tightened. “I love you so much Bradley, but I can't let him touch my baby.”

“I'm gonna tell the Admiral what's going on, what he's making you do, and I'm coming right after you, you hear me baby?” You didn't want to let him go. “I'm coming for you.”

“Im so fucking scared.” You shuttered out as you finally let go, wiping the tears from your eyes as you collected yourself. Turning your head over your shoulders to see Jaidyn waiting at the end of the hall. “But we’re over, Rooster.” You had to make sure that although breaking up with Bradley was something you were doing against your will, it had to be genuine. You were far too afraid of Jaidyn finding out it was anything less than genuine. “We’re done, I can't have you anywhere near my shit heap of a life, so just–go.”

With his core temperature rising at the sudden realisation that this was real and that you were breaking it off with him, his heart shattered into shards in his chest. He knew he’d failed to do the one thing he promised you he would. That he’d protect you, but Jaidyn had a grasp on you so right it was impossible to breathe.

“I know you don't mean any of this.” Bradley stood deflated, he really felt like he was trapped between a rock and a hard place as he stared back at you, watching how your light faded in your eyes and you stood before him like a ghost. Battered and bruised and just doing your best. “I love you, Y/n, I really do, but what you’re doing right now is fucking cruel and you damn well know that.” You flinched at Rooster’s words and the way he hissed at you, gritting his teeth to keep his head from spinning.

“You have no idea what lengths I'd go to to protect my daughter!” You hissed through gritted teeth at the only man you'd ever truly loved, before rolling your shoulders back as you let out a sigh towards the ceiling, meeting Bradleys gaze just once more. Barely holding yourself together as you felt everything you’d worked so hard to achieve falling through your fingertips.

"Giving you up is easy compared to losing her.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“What kind of evidence do you need?” Jake asked, he was surprisingly a lot more level headed now that Jaidyn was out of the room.

“What would really help us if you can convince Felix to report Zeus’s behaviour to the local authorities, they’d have to chase it up and at least while they’re investigating her claims he’ll be grounded.” Admiral Simpson knew this conversation was going around in circles. That pre-emotive Advil had not been nearly enough.

“She’s terrified of the guy sir, there’s no way she’d do that.” Bob sighed, he’s taken Roosters empty seat after he’d left not a few minutes ago. “I’ve never seen her look so distressed before, she nearly didn’t ask for help, she was so scared.”

“She told you he wasn’t abusing her because he’s holding something over her, Beau—“ Jake felt like he needed to reach his Admiral on a personal level. “She’s my best friend, I’ve known her all my life and I’ve failed to help her get out of this mess before and I refuse to fail her again.”

“I need substantial evidence to open up an internal investigation, Jacob, my hands are tied.” Beau hated the position he found himself in, he knew that there was clearly some wrongdoing going on but to what extent he didn’t know. “Get me evidence, as immutable as gravity, and I’ll see to it he’s dismissed.” In the seconds of silence that followed, Jake felt his heart break, how the fuck was he meant to provide any more evidence.

“He’s threatening Dot.” Bradley burst through the door like he didn’t care if he broke it off its hinges. “He’s threatening her daughter, Admiral—that’s why she’s willing to do anything he wants her to because she knows he’s manic and psychotic enough to follow through with any threat he’s made.”

“What happened?” Bob asked as he stood, he could see the heartbreak smeared across Roosters face. “Bradley—?”

“She just broke it off.” He mumbled, shaking off that detail because to home he didn’t care if you were his or if you weren’t, all that he cared about was if you were safe and right now you were in the most danger you’d ever been. “But that’s not the point, the point is he’s threatening her daughter and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep her face.”

You and Bradley had done everything right. You’d notified your place of employment of a romantic relationship ensuing between the pair of you. You’d both signed the paperwork, informed your officials, and tried your best to keep your personal lives and your private lives separated. But there was no black and white definition anymore. It was all grey.

“You have to do something sir, it’s your job! You have a duty of care!” Jake stood at the realisation that his niece had been threatened. “She’s a two year old girl, for crying out loud!” Jake finally left the dam breaking as tears welled in his eyes, patting Bradley on the shoulder because he knew you loved his best friend so fiercely and so deeply that the only way you’d walk away was to protect him. “She’s still your girl Bradshaw.”

“What if it was your daughter? Sir.” Bob hit Admiral Simpson where it hurt and he knew it. He knew it was a low blow but he felt like he had to do more to convince him to take action. “You’d want someone to look out for her, we’re begging here.”

Beau Simpson sat stunned into silence as three of his Naval Aviators stood around his desk. All brooding, all with arms crossed and hips squared. All waiting for an answer that they weren’t leaving without. He was cornered, he felt the pressure weighing down on his shoulders and he knew at that moment that this wasn’t some goose chase, this was real—very real, and it was happening right under his nose.

“I’ll open an international investigation, but I still need immutable evidence.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“You know I’ll give you credit where credit is due darlin, you know how to do as you're told when you’re scared out of your mind.” Jaidyn snickered as he walked beside you down the hall, passing people left and right, all of which minded their own business.

“You’ll have to walk over my dead body before you get anywhere near my little girl.” You hissed back through gritted teeth, knowing that to some extent in a public forum you were safe. Noticing the way Jaidyn’s eye twitched at your protective nature for the child he didn’t want, didn’t love, hated knowing was on this earth. “Bradley’s a big boy, he can take care of himself and you? My fucking god Jaidyn don’t stand a chance if he gets his hands on you so you better pray that he doesn’t catch you, but more importantly you better pray that I dont decide to take my chances and turn you in for the piece of crap that you truly are.”

“You feeling brave all of a sudden Fe?” Jaidyn spoke to you out of the corner of his mouth as he smiled at passing colleagues. “Sounds like you are.”

“I know your time messing with me is running out, like sand falling through an hourglass.” Chuckling to yourself as you walked beside your ex, you were physically and emotionally exhausted. Drained. “I know how this ends.”

You weren’t going to tell Jaidyn that you knew that it ended with you six feet under because that would give him too much power. But you’d accept your fate, come to terms with the fact that Jaidyn Dolan would be the cause of your untimely demise. But he didn’t have to know that’s what you meant. He didn’t have to know you were giving up, that you were ready to shut the lights off.

“I know exactly where you end up in all of this and let me tell you something—“ You paused in your stride, chuckling to yourself as Jaidyn followed in your footsteps, stopping in his tracks to face you. “I hope you like confined spaces, because prison cells aren’t that spacious.”

“You wanna talk about confined spaces?” Jaidyn snapped, looking around the corridor that had basically become barron, waiting until any sign of human life was gone before he was ripping open the janitorial closet you’d stopped in front of. “I’ll fucking show you confined spaces sweetheart.”

“Jaidyn—!” You gasped as you felt yourself being shoved forward. “No!” Stumping into the closet as Jaidyn followed you in. Slamming the door behind him before locking it from the inside. “No, don't!”

“This confined enough for you?” Jaidyn taunted as he swung an awfully powerful right hook against your jaw. Sending you spinning around and down into the shelves of the janitor’s closet.

“I—I’m—“ You were trying to find the words to apologise, but instead of words? All you could taste was iron.

“You think you can just humiliate me like you did?” Jaidyn asked as he pulled you up by your hair before throwing you back into the shelves. Enjoying the way you whimpered and groaned in pain. “I brought my friends back that night, promised them a good time—and you weren’t fucking there!”

There’s a red blinking dot in the corner of the closet. It gives you the smallest amount of hope. You smile and laugh through blood stained teeth at the thought of Jaidyn coming undone at the seams by a flaw in his planning. He didn't check. He’d slipped up.

“You think that’s funny do you?”

“It’s fucking hilarious—“ That earnt you a knee to the stomach as you doubled over. You could take it, because with every second that red blinding light blinked back at you there was more hope to hold onto. “Stop—please.”

“This is what’s gonna happen alright.” You swore Jaidyn broke your jaw when he hit you again. Sending you into the shelves on last time as your eyes swelled and your nose bled. Pressing you up against the shelving unit as he reached for the rope that sat neatly wrapped in a circle. “I’m gonna call the daycare, and you’re gonna tell them that Dot’s father is coming to get her.”

“Over—“ It hurt to speak. “Over my dead body.”

“Trust me! I can arrange that.” Jaidyn took it upon himself to kiss your neck from behind. “And I can make sure your little girl meets you there, but right now honey all I wanna do is see that pip squeak.”

“Fuck. Off—“ Was all you managed to spit out as Jaidyn aggressively worked to tie your hands behind your back. Binding your wrist.

“So help me god Y/n if you don’t do as your fucking told I will see to it that everyone you love is taken away from you and I will make sure you are left all alone in this world exactly like you were always meant to be.” Reaching into your pocket, Jaidyn pulled out your phone, he held it up to your broken face by pulling your hair back. It seemed as though he hadn’t done enough damage because your phone still recognized your face.

“I’m not doing it—“ Your sobs were painful, but your defiance earnt you yet another crack to the face and another blow to your ribs. Sending you tumbling down to the ground in a heap. “Please!! S—stop!”

“Tell them I’m picking up my daughter!!” Jaidyn held the phone to your ear as he crouched behind you, he’d had a semi from beating you senseless but the sight of you completely shaking and crying and beaten had him nearly busting in his boxer briefs. “Tell them that her daddy is coming for her.”

“Hello Sunny Side daycare, this is Melissa speaking.” You didn’t respond straight away as you looked Jaidyn in the eyes to see he’d gone completely mad. “Hello?”

“Hi Mel—“ You choked out. Blood coating every word you stammered out. “It’s Y/n, I need to make an amendment to my daughter’s registered list of persons for pick up please?” You waited a few moments as the line went silent, only the sound of a computer keyboard being tapped away at filled the void of dead and utter helplessness.

“Who would you like to nominate?” Mel asked as Jaidyn smirked down at you, his free hand working to palm himself off through his flight suit as he watched you shiver in pain beneath him. His knee crushing your sternum.

“Uh, his name is Jaidyn, Jaidyn Dolan.”

****~***~****~***~***~***

Bradley had been searching high and low for you for the better half of an hour after he’d come out of Admirals Simpsons office. Jake too. They were looking to tell you how he’d agreed to open an investigation, that Jaidyn wasn’t going to get away with what he was doing. But—

They couldn’t find you.

“What did Jaidyn mean when he said he wanted a DNA test for Dot?” Rooster asked as he walked with Jake trying to find you.

“Can we talk about that later?” Jake didn’t wanna do this now, he just wanted to find you, make sure you were alright.

“I think now's an appropriate time as any.” Braldey responded, cracking his neck as he did so. “If there’s something I should know Hangman—“

“Rooster, Odette is not my daughter! It’s just some lie Jaidyns convinced himself is fact because he’s always known Fe and I are inseparable.” Jake explained. “He tried that, it didn’t work, so now he’s on to believing we were an item, and it makes me sick to think about it so just drop the subject before I take a page out of Bob's book and smack you with a set of chocks.”

When you weren’t in your hanger like you mentioned you were going back to, they both thought you may have gone to the cafeteria. When you weren’t there they thought you might be on the tarmac, floating around as people went through their pre-flight checks.

The only person they could seem to find was Jaidyn, going on his Super Hornet with a fine tooth comb before his next run. Like he hadn’t just beat you half to death and felt you to rot in a janitor's closet.

“Where's Felix, Zeus.” Jake hissed, squinting as he looked up at his former friend, the sun encapsulating him like Icarus himself.

“Who?” Jaidyn snickered to himself, he still had your blood on his knuckles as he spoke down to Rooster and Hangman. “Sorry boys don’t know who you're talking about.”

“Don’t—“ Rooster barked. “Where is she? What did you do?”

“Fellas, I haven’t done anything alright, and quite frankly, I’m getting a little tired of the pitchforks you're stabbing me with.” Jaidyn sighed. “How the fuck did you get out of jail anyway? How did your pal here bail you out of indecent assault?”

“Some girl took a video of you being the antagonist little weasel you are.” Jake replied, Jaidyn only huffed back. His first flaw, bystanders.

“Well I’m sure whoever it is you’re looking for will turn up sooner or later, but right now I’m doing pre-flight checks, so fuck off.”

“I don’t like this at all man—“ Bradley knew something was wrong, very wrong. “He knows where she is.”

“She’s around here somewhere.” Jake looked around, trying to see if he could spot you. “She wouldn’t go too far without letting us know.”

As Bradley and Jake looked around, you laid unconscious on the floor of the janitor's closet, a blinking red light monitoring you every passing second. With your arms and legs tied, even if you woke you wouldn’t be able to move. For good measure Jaidyn had stuffed your mouth with your own panties, he’d cut them off your body before duct taping your mouth shut.

Knowing that if no one heard your screams, no one would go near that closet for hours. Not even the janitor himself who wasn’t due on base till well after dark.

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