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albatmobile · 1 month

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar

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𓅪 Rated: E | 4.5k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, eventual cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, eventual cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

You hated people your age. Always quick to judge and even quicker to shun.

Kids, on the other hand? You could deal with them.

Kids couldn’t turn their noses up at you, they couldn’t gossip about you and they definitely couldn’t use Google. If they could, they’d find your not so clean history. You’ve never been fucking arrested- none of that shit. No, you needed to make up extra money to compensate for the low paycheck you take as a teacher during the day by becoming a camgirl at night.

It hasn’t been a problem at this school yet, but it always seems to pop up at the most inconvenient times. Eventually, a dad catches whiff of it, their wife gets jealous and you’re quietly let go. This is your third school in four years and you didn't really want there to be a fourth.

That’s why you dread running into parents who come to pick up their kids.

You catch this all-telling gaze of a redheaded man from across your classroom. He’s helping Lian with the cupcakes she’d brought in for her birthday today and you quickly adjust your glasses, hoping he won’t recognize you.

The hope is in vain.

Your smile is strained as he makes his way over to you with his little girl and leftover cupcakes in tow. His gate is too assured, his eyes too jovial. So, you do what you do best: ignore the parents.

You bend down to Lian’s level to help her remove the cupcake wrapper from the red cupcake her dad’s given her. “Did you have a good birthday in class today, Lian?” She nods excitedly, chomping into the dessert with gusto. “Do you have any fun plans for tonight?”

Your question is obviously for Lian, but it’s her dad who responds.

“Do you?”

You clear your throat, standing from your squat as you face the redheaded man. This isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on but it always throws you off guard when it happens.

You shut him down easily, “Grading Lian’s test from today. Isn’t that right?”

Her pigtails bounce up and down, “It was about the different types of clouds in the ‘mosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” You correct her with an amused smile.

Much to your chagrin, he continues on like you haven’t rejected him. “You look like someone I know of,” He trails off as if trying to place your face.

Mr. Harper- Roy, you correct yourself, looks to be in his mid-30’s. He has a decent amount of stubble, crows feet grace the corners of his verdant eyes and his hair looks like it used to be a brighter orange than the faded strawberry color it is now. He’s exactly the type of audience you cater to on your porn channel.

“A person you know of,” You repeat his words with an uninterested drawl. You wish the conversation would resolve itself or just fucking end. This beating around the bush shit isn’t for you. “Odd phrasing, but alright.” You need to change the subject and quick. “I’ll be seeing you at the open house next week, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, babe.”

You barely contain your eyeroll as you correct him on your name. “It’s Miss,” You tell him your last name again sternly.

“You’re killing me, Miss,” He says your last name, obeying your correction.

“Tragic, I’m sure. Anyway,” You continue on unphased as you focus on saying goodbye to Lian.

He finally moves out of your classroom but lingers in the doorway, “Have you… Were you ever a librarian?”

Don’t reveal anything. Don’t reveal anything.

You calm your breathing. It’s too pointed of a question for him to not know the video that made you famous: a librarian who gets bent over any and every surface in the library.

“I’ll see you next week, Mr. Harper,” Is all you respond.

You’re fucked.

➸💋➸

The Sunday before the parent teacher conference, you’re scheduled to stream.

Most of your material is solo streams and uploads, which makes it easy for you to make content and stick to a schedule. The few production videos you’ve done required a lot of coordinating and planning in advance. It’s a total hassle. That’s why you like your streams. You’re able to wear what you want, use whatever toys you want and you get to pick the location.

The library closest to you is always deserted, especially so on the second floor where the old Fax Machines are stored. The second floor holds records, old newspapers and magazines as well as a smaller collection of nonfiction. Total snoozefest for some, but the perfect public filming spot for you.

The nonfiction section is a separate room from the rest of the second floor and is hidden behind the shelf of vintage magazines. You’ve filmed in here a few times before, but never streamed. This is why you’ve chosen to come in around two hours before they close to eliminate as many possible chances for someone to catch a peak.

You’re giddy as you wave to the librarian who always seems to be behind the counter as you make your way up to your favorite spot. You’re wearing a cotton, white wrap dress, no bra, red thong and heels. The light material shows off everything. Coupled with your signature glasses, you look irresistible.

There’s one desk inside the room, right in the middle that you quickly shove out of the doorway view. The heavy desk is the bane of your existence, especially in your fucking heels, but this way no one can see you unless they literally walk into the room. It’s not fool-proof, but it’s what you’re working with.

Always punctual, you start your stream right on time.

avid_reader began stream

Slowly, viewers trickle in as butterflies stir in your stomach. No matter how many times you stream, you always feel a rush of anxiety as soon as you click ‘Start.’

Private streams are a whole different ballgame.

Though you do offer it, you charge a steep price for private cams. So far, only your top fan has been able to meet that price more than once. The dude isn’t a creep, nor did he have any kinks you weren’t comfortable with, hell, the dude was pretty funny too. Out of all the fans to get you in private, you’re glad he’s the only reoccurring one.

From his requests, you can definitely tell he’s an ass man. You also know that he likes when you wear clothes like you are today: inconspicuous yet revealing. Though he’d never say no to your lingerie, he always preferred tight fitting, see-through tops and short skirts more so than babydolls and matching sets.

Before you get too into everything, you tease the camera you’ve set up on the desk with your nipples that poke through the fabric. You adjust your glasses that fall down the bridge of your nose as you do so, earning you your first tip of the night.

You like to wait for your top fan to join, or at least give him a chance to, but you don’t have to wait too long before his name pops up.

inmyarsenal: this is gona b gud

Though his typing is horrendous, it easily brings a smile to your face, something he notices and tips generously for.

It’s going to be a good night.

You reach your first goal and slowly draw your tits out of your dress out into the open. Your nipples are already perky as you grasp your hands around them and squeeze. Your nipples poke through your fingers as you jiggle your grip around your breasts

inmyarsenal: someone’s gonna walk in on you babe

You bite your lip, looking toward the empty doorway, “I’ve been lucky thus far.”

inmyarsenal: i want t walk in on u baby. sO good for me

He sends another tip, completing your next goal all on his own.

“Eager today, aren’t we?”

Your stomach flips, knowing what comes next. You shoot another worrying gaze toward the doorway before scooting the chair back a bit from the desk so the camera can see down to your knees as you spread them. Your red thong is on full display for your thousands of viewers.

You pull up on the fabric, leaving the thong to disappear into your pussy lips as you do. You tease a bit longer like this before finally puling the fabric away and exposing yourself fully.

You spend a few minutes slowly rubbing your cunt until you feel wet enough for what comes next. You tease the egg vibrator against your entrance, noting how the tips come in what seems like every second now. Within a minute, you reach your next chat goal- this one allows the tippers in the chat to set the speed of your vibrator. The more they tip, the longer they get control over it.

You slip the egg inside of you with a breathy moan. You use the silicone string that hangs out to continue to make the vibrator bob in and out of your hole, moving the camera to offer an up-close view of it.

No one in the chat gets a chance to call dibs before your top fan swoops in with a tip big enough to control the remote for over 15 minutes. You both know that you won’t last that long with him on the controls.

He starts off strong tonight, easing you into it for only so long before he ups the ante. Your settings on the app allow your viewers to control the tempo with their own vibration patterns that they create, meaning every single sinful vibration is caused personally by him. It makes it that much better.

Today, however, it’s like he has a personal vendetta against you or something with he way he clearly wants you to leave the library with a squirt stain on your dress. Hell, he’d probably tip extra just for you to film your walk of shame, too, the fucking sadist.

“Fuck,” You can’t hold back your moans any longer, not caring how loud you’re being when it feels this good.

One hand teases your nipples and squeezes your tits while the other rubs desperately at your clit. Your legs are spread over each side of your chair at this point, though they’re not much support when they’re shaking this hard.

You’re about to come when you notice him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Shit!”

He’s not the ugliest person to orgasm to, that’s for sure. The man, however, is someone you fucking know.

ABORT! ABORT!

If anything, your top fan seems to pick up that someone’s walked in on you and uses the last few seconds of his control to push the vibrator to its limit. Your hips fly from the chair, arching as you orgasm with a pathetic whine.

You end your stream, shaking and panting while your come-hazed mind struggles to address the Wayne ward in front of you.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” You rush, trying to regulate your breathing.

You’ve already covered yourself up with your dress, but your thong is around your ankles and there’s no nonchalant way to fix it. That, and the large wet stain that now adorns the lower half of your dress from the front and the back.

Luckily, as soon as you ended the stream, your vibrator ceased, though it still remains inside of you.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”

You’re at a loss of what to say, what to do, let alone where to put your come-dripping hands as you stare wide-eyed at the gorgeous man in front of you.

Normally, you’d think it was a pick up line, but no, you have met before. Many times.

Your mother had been Bruce Wayne's elementary school teacher. Each year you were invited with her to the annual Wayne Gala. Even after her passing years ago, the invitation still came, now addressed to you. Throughout the years of attending, you’ve met him a couple of times, but never much past the standard ‘how are you’ and never memorable enough to even remember his name.

This is a lot more than a ‘how are you.’

“I don’t really know how to answer that right now.”

Surprisingly, he snorts, “I can grab some towels from the bathroom for you.”

You just nod dumbly, half planning to escape the second he turns his back, half wanting to stick around and see how this all plays out.

While he’s gone, you pull off your thong and shove it in your bag along with the vibrator you pluck out.

Moments later, he returns with what seems like the entire roll of paper towels. He hands them to you, eyes never leaving your face before moving out to roam about in the room over.

You try to hurry up, wiping yourself down and packing up your shit at record speed. You walk into the other room sheepishly, paper towels still scrunched up in your hands as you meet his quirked brow and blank face.

"Thanks," You say, hoping he won't bring it up.

Luckily, he doesn’t.

“So,” He draws out the word. You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t left at this point. “You like nonfiction?”

You burst out laughing, something he appreciates with a small smirk as he turns over a title in his calloused hands. “I just like that it’s private up here,” You tell him your actual favorite genre before asking what’s been on your mind. “You’re Dick, right?” Out of all the Wayne ward’s names, this is the only one that springs to mind.

He huffs, putting the book back on the shelf, “Fuck no.”

“Sorry,” You hesitate. Should you just leave him alone and flee with whatever little dignity you have remaining?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He sounds apologetic. “It’s Jason.”

That name does sound familiar.

“Jason,” You repeat out loud without meaning to, something he notes with a small smile.

“That’s the one,” He drawls with a deep, gravelly voice. Most normal people would respond with their own name, however you just sit there in your squirt covered dress as he flits into the nonfiction room you’d just been in. Oddly enough, he asks, “Can’t really recall your name either, if I'm being honest, kid.”

“‘M not a kid,” You mumble in embarrassment, holding your laptop case against your wet spot. You’re 25 for fuck’s sake.

“Probably a good thing considering what I just saw,” He jokes lightly, though his attention appears to be on the books in front of him. You can tell his gaze is slightly unfocused, though.

You tell him your name as you make to leave. “Maybe I’ll catch you around,” You say.

His emerald eyes finally lock onto yours again, “Maybe you will.”

➸💋➸

At open house the next day, all the dads stare at you, while the moms result to glaring at you.

It’s what you’re used to.

You’re hot as fuck, it’s why you do porn. It’s why men like Mr. Harper think you have a familiar face.

Speaking of, the man’s been well-behaved for the most part. Aside from his lingering emerald gaze, he remains in the back of the room with crossed arms as he leans back in Lian’s chair.

The button-up you’re wearing shows off your lofty cleavage and tucks nicely into your skintight pencil skirt. To someone like Roy, you assume you look like a walking wet dream. Your hair’s up in a bun and your signature glasses as your red heels clack along the laminate floors.

You go over your plans for the remaining half of the year as well as the project and letter the kids had created for the open house. It’s an hour long event with time left for questions after, meaning you’re fucking drained by the time you’re ushering the last of the parents out the door. Surprisingly, Mr. Harper doesn’t linger, nor does he actually say anything to you. It’s entirely odd, but you’re not complaining.

You need a fucking drink.

You didn’t plan to go to a club, it’s totally not your scene. Somehow, tonight it feels right.

It’s a seedy place, but the drinks are strong and cheap and it’s exactly what you need after a long day like this one. You’re still in your teaching attire as you settle into the practically empty bar. Monday nights and clubs don’t exactly mesh well, meaning it’s close to dead but that’s fine with you. You’re just here for a few drinks, then maybe treating yourself to some Chinese food.

You let your hair down, shaking it out as the lanky bartender comes over to take your order.

There’s a man across the bar from you. His face is obstructed by a red hoodie as he asks the bartender for something. If you tilt your head just right, you're able to get a better look at the white tuft of hair hanging prominently in front of his eyes. It kind of reminds you of Jason…

It’s as if he feels your curious gaze on him because his sharp one flickers your way.

Green eyes meet your wide ones.

It is Jason.

Do you make the first move, or does-

Before you can finish your mental question, he raises a questioning brow your way as if asking for an invitation to come closer. You grant it, moving your purse over so he can sit.

“Hey,” You say as his hulking form sits down beside you.

“Not feeling nonfiction tonight?” He gestures down to the book you’d been reading before he approached.

You blush, hating how easily he has a hold over you.

Though you’d only planned to stay for a drink, you order another just to keep the conversation going. The two of you talk about everything and anything. The one topic the two of you keep coming back to is books and he doesn’t exactly let you off the hook for the library.

“Don’t think I’ll ever view that section the same way again,” He takes a coy sip of his whiskey.

“I really am sorry,” You apologize genuinely. “I didn’t know anyone even used that section and I-"

You start to ramble but he cuts you off gently.

“Trust me, I didn’t mind,” You watch as he downs the last of his drink and signs his tab. “You want to get out of here?”

You blush even harder. The liquor settling into your system warmly surely doesn’t help any, nor the heat behind his half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” You bite lightly at your lower lip.

“You do like public places, don’t you?” You snort, covering your face in embarrassment, but he won’t allow it. He removes your hands from gentle, placing gentle kisses to each.

“I do,” You agree with a light smile.

“There’s an alley out that door,” He offers lowly.

It’s all he has to say to get you up and out of your seat, following behind his muscular form.

His thumb draws light circles against your hand as he holds open the door for you to leave through first. “Shit,” He says suddenly. “You left your purse.”

You look behind you and notice that, yes, your dumbass left it on the seat next to you. Without another word, he leaves you to grab it.

You still have your phone on you and use the camera app to check over your makeup and hair as you wait in the alley for him. You hear a random noise from the rooftops, but think little of it as the hooded man sneaks up behind you. His large hands caress you from behind as he pulls you backward against his strong chest.

“Can I touch you?” He asks lowly.

Your breath sputters, wanting nothing more, “Jason.”

His hands slip even lower on your torso, applying a gentle pressure as he reaches your lower stomach. “What kind of panties are you wearing?” You can’t help but snort. He must’ve liked the red thong because you feel his dick stir to life when you mention much of the same. “Shit,” He groans when he shifts up your dress.

He runs his fingers along the fold of where your thighs meet your pussy as if to check if you’re telling him the truth.

You hear more clattering from above but can hardly focus on it when Jason turns you around to face him. It happens so fast that your mind’s still reeling from the action as he backs you against the brick wall of the club to finally slip a finger inside your thong.

“Fuck!” You buck against his calloused index finger as his body molds against yours.

His lips capture yours in an instant with an intensity that leaves you crying out with want. It’s muffled against his lips as he holds your hands above your head with only one hand while the other focuses on working through your already slick folds. He refuses to touch your clit, which leaves you mewling and struggling against his hold.

It feels so fucking good.

All of a sudden, there’s a loud ‘thump’ that forces Jason to startle slightly away from your gasping form.

“Ma’am,” A gruff voice startles the two of you. “Are you alright?”

Before you can respond, words are already out of Jason’s mouth. “Arsenal?” Jason asks, sounding entirely confused.

Your head untucks from Jason’s sweaty neck to see a random-ass dude in a costume staring at the two of you. Your mouth is wide as you take in the new form in front of you. Your eyes trickle lower on his red uniform to where it protrudes out around his crotch.

Apparently, Jason’s seen enough. His hand shifts slightly as he moves and you can’t stop the light breath it draws from you.

The costumed man visibly takes in the man’s face as if it’s familiar.

“I thought she was in trouble,” He trails off as he realizes that everything going on here is completely consensual.

They stare each other down for a few more seconds before Jason’s lulling you back in.

Instead of stopping, Jason’s fingers soon begin again and you resort to hiding your face against his neck as you allow it. He notices the man’s continued presence and smirks down at you, “Are you good with this?”

You nod, moaning loudly when he rewards you with another curl of his thick finger. You definitely aren’t used to doing this shit for free, let alone for a live audience, so you feel a bit shy. The shyness only lasts for so long before you suddenly grow bolder, throwing your head back erotically as Jason brushes against your g-spot.

Jason nips at your neck, leaving bites and bruises in his wake, but your half-lidded eyes are focused on the masked man in front of you. He’s yet to move, let alone breathe, it seems.

You can't deny that he’s ripped, nor that his muscular arms are doing things to you.

He’s hot.

“I don’t care if you touch yourself,” The words are out of your mouth before you can realize it.

It’s as if the floodgates have opened as the vigilante begins palming himself through his suit. His movements are erratic and sloppy as if he’s never touched himself before, though you suppose he’s never run into a camgirl in an alley before, not that he even knows.

You don’t even have to try to put on a show, Jason’s really that fucking good. Every moan, every writhe of your body and every shaky word you beg are all real reactions to his skillful hand.

Jason’s hand picks up speed as you draw nearer, his lips catch deliciously against your own as he coaxes your tongue lewdly with his. “There we go,” You whimper, then cry out as his fingers squelch in and out of your slick cunt. “Just like that.” With Jason and the other man’s eyes attached to your pathetic form you come, nearly crumbling to the ground as you do. Luckily, Jason’s strong arms catch you with a small laugh, “You alright?”

It’s your turn to laugh, “Fucking amazing.” You bite your lip, eyeing the obvious strain in his jeans, “Would you want me to-?”

“Fuck yeah,” He breathes out, pulling you in for a deep kiss. You tantalizingly pull your hair up, something you did in your infamous scene.

Both men watch with slackened jaws as you squat down and unzip his jeans. His clothed cock tents out from the opening of the zipper and you waste no time in sucking at the head through his boxers. Once the fabric is thoroughly soaked through, you pull him out to fully admire.

You bite playfully at your lip, staring Jason in the eyes as you spit on his bobbing cock before slowly taking his length down your throat. When you reach the hilt, you moan, feeling the vibrations of it settle across his skin, “Mm.”

“Shit,” He groans and his arms shoot out on the brick wall behind you as if to control himself from fucking into your mouth. “Done this before, babe?” He teases you, though his eyes are completely dark with lust.

“A time or two,” You jest back with an impish smile. Your glasses have completely ridden down to the tip of your nose at this point, something he notices and pushes back up with his thumb.

The action causes a loud groan from the vigilante beside Jason, “Fuck, man.” He’s eagerly fisting his cock at this point, eyes never leaving you.

“Want to taste her come?”

The moan the other man produces sounds pained, desperate, as he latches onto Jason’s calloused fingers coated with your slick.

You suck more eagerly, watching the whole interaction with fascination. You’ve never done something like this before, but you don’t think you’d mind doing it again.

“You taste so good,” The other man mumbles. You have no choice but to blush around Jason’s thick length, deepthroating him until tears spill from your eyes. “So good,” He mumbles again, completely lost in you.

You swap between teasing and deepthroating until you can tell he can’t take it any longer and attempt to finish him off with one of your signature moves.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-“ Jason caresses the back of your head as he empties out into your mouth. He pulls out and splatters the remnants of his come across your lashes.

You blink heavily, turning to the other man as an invitation, “Not sucking your dick, but you can come on my tits.”

“Fair enough,” He mumbles, completely distracted as you pull your tits out of your bra.

Your tongue pokes out to taste Jason’s come on your face while your hands squeeze at your tits like you had on stream. Poor dude doesn’t last another 20 seconds before his hot come splatters across your chest with the rest of his load drizzling down into your bra like a claim.

Definitely have to wash that when you get home.

Both men help you stand, though the vigilante takes off soon after zipping his pants.

Jason sticks around to walk you to your car, sending you off with his phone number.

When you get home, you barely have time to reflect on what the fuck had gone down in the alley when your laptop chirps oddly. You set down your purse on your kitchen island as you traverse over to your desk. Upon opening it, you find your channel pulled up and see inmyarsenal has left you a $200 tip.

You shake your head quizzically, eyebrows furrowing as you search to see if it’s been a mistake, considering you haven’t streamed since the library. You go to refund it to him only to see the note he’s left with it:

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

A/N: I've been waiiiiting to finishing this fic since last april!!! not super edited if i'm being honest

if you'd like to send me nice things in my ask box, it would make my day :,)

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kinakoflour · 1 year

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Kitty Tsui. “Who says we don’t talk about sex?” The Persistent Desire: A Femme-Butch Reader, edited by Joan Nestle, 1992, p. 385, 337.

Kitty, San Francisco. 1991. “Love my flattop. Love my leathers!” Photo credit: Richard Law. https://theoutwordsarchive.org/interview/tsui-kitty-2/.

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allthelovehes · 26 days

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Enemies at Nine, Lovers by Five*

Summary: Harry and Y/N are colleagues who absolutely hate each other. Who know all they needed was a good fuck?

Pairing: Coworker!Harry x reader

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, public sex, unprotected sex, office sex.

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A/N: This is my first ever enemies to lovers fic and I hope I did it right. Also, let me just tell you.. Wrap it before you tap it :')

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In the bustling world of corporate offices, Harry and Y/N are two colleagues who can't stand each other. Their desks are situated across from each other, and every interaction between them seems like a battleground. Harry, with his sharp wit and assertive demeanour, clashed with Y/N's independent and equally stubborn nature. Their colleagues often find them caught in the crossfire of their constant bickering.

As Harry is leaving for his lunch break, he accidentally bumps into Y/N and drops a few items from his bag. While helping him pick up the fallen belongings, a few papers fly out from one of the folders. Y/N, in an attempt to quickly gather the loose documents, notices something. They are the divorce papers from Harry's wife, and she immediately knows what that means. She quickly returns the folders to him, apologises, and goes her way.

Harry, on the other hand, is taken aback. Not by the fact that Y/N has seen the divorce papers, but by how she had not reacted to it. He expected her to mock him or throw a witty remark, but instead, she acted as if nothing had happened. Harry is perplexed by her actions.

As time passes, Y/N is still the same to Harry. She treats him the same way as before. They argue, tease each other, and bicker just like they used to. Harry can't comprehend her behaviour. Why is she not talking about the divorce papers? He knows Y/N has a big mouth and likes to share juicy office gossip, so why isn't she saying anything about his divorce?

One day, the office is buzzing with anticipation as the team prepares for an important conference. The air is tense as presentations are being rehearsed, and the conference room is filled with an energy of nervous excitement. As fate would have it, Harry and Y/N are assigned to work on the crucial project together, ensuring that their paths cross more frequently than ever.

They are both frustrated by their predicament. Neither of them wants to work with the other. As they are walking back to their desks after a meeting, Y/N stops in her tracks. Harry turns to look at her.

“Why aren't you talking about my divorce?” Harry asks bluntly. Y/N is taken aback.

“It's none of my business, Harry. It's between you and your wife.” She replies.

“But you know everyone here, and I've heard that you enjoy sharing office gossip. It's not like you to not talk about something like this.” Harry retorts. Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I'm not the kind of person you think I am, Harry. I don't spread rumours. And even if I did, it wouldn't be about you.” She says and continues walking towards her desk.

Harry watches as she walks away. Her words echo in his mind. Could she really not be the person he thought she was? Could she be hiding a side of her that he had never seen before? He is curious, intrigued, and even a little impressed.

As the days go by, Harry and Y/N continue working on their project. They argue, debate, and bicker just as much as they did before. Working overtime and spending long hours at the office, they have no choice but to tolerate each other. Tonight is no different, as they finalised their presentation together.

The room is silent, the only sound is the faint hum of the air conditioning unit. Harry and Y/N are seated in the conference room, the space between them filled with the tension of unsaid words and unresolved conflicts. They had spent the entire night working on the presentation and had not spoken a word to each other. The silence was deafening.

“Jesus Christ, can you not?” Harry breaks the silence.

“What are you talking about?” She asks, surprised by his sudden outburst.

“I'm talking about the tapping of your pen. You've been doing it for the past 20 minutes.” Harry says, his voice dripping with frustration.

“It helps me concentrate.” Y/N says.

“Well, it's annoying as fuck. Just stop.” Harry snaps. Y/N is stunned. She had never seen him so upset before. She quickly puts down her pen and leans back in her chair.

“You're the most difficult person to work with, you know that?” She mutters under her breath.

“Yeah? Well, you're not a picnic either.” Harry quips. Y/N lets out an exasperated sigh and closes her laptop.

“We're not going to get anywhere tonight. We're both tired and frustrated. Let's just call it a night.” She says.

“Fine.” Harry grumbles before he looks at her, a wave of lust washes over him. “I just think you need to be fucked real good for once in your life.”

Y/N is taken aback by his forwardness.

“Excuse me?” She asks, her tone laced with shock and irritation.

“You heard me. I said you need to be fucked. Hard. It'll take that stick out of your ass.” He replies.

“You're delusional. No wonder your wife left you.” Y/N snaps. Harry's expression darkens.

“You know nothing about my marriage, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” He growls. Y/N stands up and glares at him.

“You don't know shit about me either, yet you have no problem judging me. Fuck you, Harry. I'm done with this conversation.” She spits before gathering her things and leaving the room.

Harry watches as she walks to the door, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Why does he feel so drawn to her, even though she drives him insane? He has always been attracted to her, but tonight is the first time he has actually expressed his feelings. It was a bold move, but the thrill of the moment was enough to overcome his sense of hesitation. He's never had an office affair before, but Y/N makes him want to break all the rules. He strides over to where she's standing, grabs her by the arm, and pulls her close to him.

“You're wrong. I do know you, Y/N. And I know you want me.” He says, his voice low and husky.

“Let go of me, Harry.” She whispers, her voice trembling slightly.

“Why? Because you're afraid of what might happen? You're a strong woman, Y/N. Show me what you've got.” He murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. Y/N feels a rush of adrenaline and arousal course through her body. She's never wanted anyone more than she wants him at this moment. Her lips part as she draws in a shaky breath.

“I don't think this is a good idea.” She says, her resolve weakening.

“Oh, but it is.” Harry whispers before he crashes his lips against hers.

The kiss is intense and passionate, fueled by their pent-up sexual frustration. They tangle their fingers in each other's hair and moan into each other's mouths. Y/N gasps as she feels Harry's hands grip her waist, pulling her even closer to him. She can feel his arousal pressing against her, and it sends a jolt of desire through her body.

“Harry, we can't. Someone could walk in.” She says, trying to catch her breath.

“There's no one at the office at this ungodly hour.” He says, a smirk playing on his lips.

He lifts her onto the conference table and begins to unbutton her shirt. He trails kisses down her neck and chest, and she arches her back. His lips find hers again as he caresses her breasts. He undoes her bra and takes one nipple in his mouth, while his fingers tease the other. She can't hold back her moans any longer, and she runs her fingers through his hair, urging him on. His hands wander down to her pants, and he begins to unbutton them. He slides his hand inside, and she bites her lip as he brushes his fingers against her clit.

“Fuck, you're so wet.” He groans.

He pulls her pants off and tosses them aside before he kneels before her, his face level with her dripping core. He hooks his arms around her thighs and pulls her to the edge of the table. He places her legs over his shoulders and spreads her lips apart. He looks up at her, his gaze hungry and lustful.

“Are you ready?” He asks, his voice thick with desire.

She nods, and he dives in, his tongue flicking against her swollen clit. She throws her head back and grips the edge of the table. His mouth is hot and insistent as he eats her out. She writhes against the table, her hips bucking against his face.

There is something powerful in having her naked in front of him while he's still fully clothed. He is in control, and she is his. She can feel her orgasm building as he licks and sucks at her core. She reaches down and tangles her fingers in his hair, holding him in place. He groans, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine.

“Harry, please.” She gasps. He doubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around her clit before plunging into her. She cries out, her climax crashing over her in waves. Her legs shake as she rides the waves of pleasure. He looks up at her, his chin glistening with her juices.

“That was... Fuck, Harry, that was amazing.” She says, breathless. He smirks.

“I know what I’m capable of.” He says, his voice deep and husky.

“Your turn.” She says.

She slides off the table and pushes him down into a chair. She unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He lifts his hips, allowing her to pull his pants and boxers down. She takes his hard cock in her hand and strokes him. He groans, his head falling back as she pleasures him. She sinks to her knees and takes his throbbing member into her mouth.

He hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head. She swirls her tongue around the tip before taking him deeper into her mouth. His hands fist in her hair as he thrusts his hips. She gags a little, but she doesn't let that stop her. She looks up at him, her gaze filled with lust and hunger. He can barely stand it. He has to have her.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your mouth is so fucking hot. You're gonna make me come.” He says, his voice ragged with desire. She moans, the sound sending shivers through his body. She continues to bob her head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper with every stroke. His breathing becomes shallow, and his grip on her hair tightens.

“I'm close, baby. I'm so close.” He groans before she quits her actions, completely ruining his orgasm.

“You don't happen to have a condom on you, do you? Because I certainly don't.” She asks.

“Shit, no. I don't.” Harry curses, realizing his lack of preparation.

She rises to her feet and straddles him. She grinds her dripping core against his rock-hard cock.

“I just need you inside me, Harry.” She whispers, her voice heavy with lust. He groans, the sensation of her hot pussy against his bare skin nearly sending him over the edge. He holds her hips still and looks her deep into her eyes.

“We can't.”

“Why not?” She whines, desperate for him as she grinds herself on him.

“We don't have a condom, Y/N.”

“So? It's fine, I'm on birth control.” She assures him, her need for him overriding her usual cautiousness.

“We still can't.”

“Please, Harry?” She begs.

He pauses, searching for the right words. “If I have sex with you, I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop.”

“Good.” She smiles.

Her hands wrap around his neck, and she pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Their tongues explore each other's mouths, and their bodies are pressed against each other. The heat is almost unbearable, and they can't get enough of each other.

Harry gets up on his feet and turns them around, pinning Y/N against the wall. He lifts her legs around his waist, and her arms wrap around his neck, their bodies perfectly aligned. He reaches between them and guides himself into her. They moan in unison as he fills her, stretching her tight walls. He pulls back and slams into her, making her gasp in surprise.

“Is this what you want?” He asks, his voice is husky and full of need.

“Yes.” She breathes. “Fuck me, Harry.” He obliges, setting a relentless pace. She writhes against him, her nails digging into his back. The pain and pleasure mix, and it's intoxicating. He buries his face in her neck and bites down on her soft flesh. She cries out, her voice echoing in the empty room.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans. She clenches around him, and he almost loses it.

“Harder.” She begs.

He slams into her, driving her back against the wall. He lifts her and moves to the conference table, laying her down and positioning himself over her. He grabs her wrists and pins them above her head.

“I want you to look at me when you come.” He commands. She meets his gaze, her eyes dark and full of lust. He thrusts into her, and she lets out a cry. She's so close.

“Harry, I'm going to come.” She gasps.

“Not yet.” He growls. “You'll come when I tell you to.”

He picks up the pace, his movements rough and urgent. She can barely breathe. The tension is too much. He simply stares down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of dominance and tenderness. He knows she's on the verge of breaking.

“Come for me.” He says, his voice is deep and commanding. She explodes around him, her whole body convulsing with pleasure. She screams, and the sound is music to his ears. He slams into her relentlessly, not even caring about the possibility of overstimulating her. All that matters is her. He can feel her clenching around him, and it's almost enough to send him over the edge.

“I'm gonna come.” He groans, his hips moving faster.

“Inside me.” She pleads. “I want to feel you.”

“Fucking hell, you know I can't do that.” He growls and pulls out just in time, spilling his seed on her stomach. She reaches between them and strokes him through his orgasm, coaxing every last drop from him. They're both breathing heavily, their bodies covered in sweat.

“Fuck, that was…” Harry pants, struggling to find the words.

“Yeah.” Y/N agrees. They smile at each other, and something passes between them. It's a moment of pure connection, and neither of them wants to break it. But then the reality of the situation comes crashing down on them, and the spell is broken.

Harry stands up and grabs a handful of napkins from the table. He hands them to Y/N and helps her clean up. When they're done, they dress in silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

Harry breaks the silence first.

“I'm sorry.” He says, his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N turns to look at him, her eyes wide with confusion.

“For what?”

“For taking advantage of the situation. For crossing a line that should never have been crossed.” He explains before Y/N shakes her head.

“Don't apologize. I wanted it just as much as you did.”

“Still, I shouldn't have let it happen.” Harry sighs.

“Maybe not.” Y/N agrees. “But there's no use dwelling on it now. What's done is done.”

Harry nods, his expression conflicted. He opens his mouth to say something else, but the words die on his lips. There's nothing left to say. Y/N finishes dressing and walks towards the door. She stops and turns to look at Harry, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

“Goodnight, Harry.” She says softly.

He doesn't reply. He simply watches as she walks out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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urfavpuckbunny · 8 months

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WRITE SOME DIRTY NAUGHTY FREAKY SMUT WITH DADDG ADAM!!!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

─ warnings: NSFW!!!!!! VERY VERY DIRTY, dom!adam, rough!adam, fingering, p in v, pet names, pretty much nothin else

─ word count: 0.2k

─ author's notes: I LOVE U EV, enjoy this slutty masterpiece

@sunkissed-zegras read it first <3

"ass up, do i look like im kidding y/n" adam said at your hesitation. you never expected adam to say something like that.

you never really thought he'd be into that, honestly he looked very vanilla. he leaned in and growled in your ear making your hair stand up on your arms " dont make me ask again... bed now. ass up y/n."

you turned and went to the bed. you felt silly but you got into the position. your little white dress was falling over your hips exposing your wet underwear.

" damn.." you hear from behind you " you got wet just by my voice didn't you...my dirty little slut"

your mouth was watering,you wanted ram you with his dick. you heard adam get on the bed behind you while fingers moved your underwear and adam inserted two fingers. you moan but it isnt enough you want his dick inside you now.

"your hole is so tight... damn baby your getting me hard already.."

you buck back into his fingers wanting more. he dug his hand into your neck forcing your hips higher to the point where his fingers were hitting just that spot. you moan loud into the pillow.

"please adam...i cant-i-i need it" you barely get out.

" what was that baby?" he removed his slick fingers from your center and moved his hips to where you could feel his bulge. he was huge.

" i..i cant...please ada-" he rocked your hips back and forth making you cut off.

" ask for it" he whispered in your ear. " ask for it princess"

"please adam i need it"

"say it right..."

"adam give me your dick"

"good girl" i what he said right before he entered you.

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austonwithan-o · 1 year

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“Don’t look, it’s not worth it.”

Literally obsessed with this man so I had to write something… I’ll make a master list eventually

!!!No warnings really just kissing

(Not edited… I’ll edit later)

“Baby I’m gonna take a shower, care to join me?” Auston asked with a slightly playful tone at the end. He got up and stretched emphasizing the veins on his tatted arm. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “I just showered and plus we both know if I get in the shower with you it’s gonna be hours before we get out.” You said curling under the warm comforter. He gave your butt a light smack, “I’ll be fast.” He said grabbing a fresh towel you just folded at the edge of the bed. You shut your eyes for a few minutes, replaying the conversation you had with Steph at brunch that morning.

“Y/n it’s not even worth it! Auston doesn’t look at his DMs and he doesn’t even care what those girls say!” The blonde said, sipping her margarita, “please it’s not worth reading what they say. It’ll just make you miserable, I’ve been through it, most of the WAGs have been through it and it’s my job to keep you, my bestest friend, away from potential heartbreak.” Tossing her words around in your head and decided she was ultimately right, you backed off for a bit. You knew Auston wasn’t seeing anyone else behind closed doors but the question of what those girls in his DMs were saying to him was burning your brain and you needed answers!

Auston took long showers so you knew you still had a bit of time before he got out. Crawling across the big bed, you unplugged his phone from the charger and clicked it on reluctantly tapped the instagram app. Nothing looked odd, just a few hundred new instagram followers, comments and likes. He had a few DMs but you knew it was him and Mitch’s meme war goin on. His DM requests were filled and you felt your stomach drop a bit. Hesitantly you open them and what you saw made your breath catch in your throat. His inbox was littered with fans genuinely saying nice things but most of them were girls gawking at him. You scrolled for what seemed like hours reading things like, “you could do so much better Auston” “I’m always down for a fuck if you’re in Phoenix” “I can’t believe your still with that puck bunny skank” That’s the one that really got you. “Why is he with me?” You thought, tears welling up in your eyes. You kept scrolling reading more and more you didn’t hear the water turn off. Minutes later Austin stepped out with a towel dangerously low on his waist but you were too caught up reading to notice.

Your eyes were glued to his phone still in shock at all the mindless hate you were getting. “Y/n what are you lookin at?” His face looked slightly confused. He soon saw the red in your eyes and the sniffles coming from your nose. He quickly threw on his boxers. “Whoa whoa baby what’s wrong?” He asked scooting over to you, effortlessly scooping you into his lap pulling the covers over the both of you. He grabbed his phone and saw the DM of the girl asking him for a quick fuck. His expression shifted into worry, “Y/n you know I’d never cheat on you right baby? I never read these.” Your head hung low and you could feel the tears welling up into your eyes trying your hardest not to let them spill. You didn’t know if you should feel worse for looking through his phone or the comments you just read. You felt yourself slipping deeper into his embrace, his scent overtaking your senses, his freshly showered hair dripping beads of water onto your face and shoulders, calming you down. The tears started streaming and your breathing got shaky. “Auston why are you with me?” He grabbed your chin lightly turning your face to meet his eyes. “Y/n why are you asking me that? You’re the reason I get up every morning, you’re the reason I thank God everyday for a new day, baby I can’t imagine a life without you. I love you with my whole being y/n and you need to understand that.” The tears kept pouring out of your eyes like a fountain making him hold you closer. You tried looking away but his grip on your chin wouldn’t let you. His lips connected to yours making you melt into his touch. You shifted your body, swinging your legs over his sides, straddling him, arms lazily around his neck. His arms wrapped around around your waist pulling you even closer into the kiss his mustache tickling you making you smile into it. “I love you y/n. I hope you know that.” This man was whipped on you and you knew it and he knew it too.

PLEASE REQUEST THINGS I NEED MORE IDEAS TO WRITE!!!

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yourstrulybluelover · 9 months

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Reunion (Part 4)

Title: Reunion Part 4

Pairings: Lo’ak (21) x Navi Reader (21) x Neteyam (22)

Warnings: MDNI

Contains: sexual tension, forced, dom Lo’ak, dom Neteyam sub-reader, masturbation, fingering, language, sex toys

Background: The Sullys have been away for years. They have just returned to the Forrest, not only bringing with them joy and hope but also uprooting masked feelings.

Word count: 1378

It been a week since your ordeal with the Sully brothers. You have avoided them like the plague since Lo’ak stormed out that night after the fight. His brother stayed with you for a moment but then left after you explained that you had feelings for Lo’ak. To which he confessed his feelings for you.

You remember him whispering “When we returned, you’re the first person I expected to see. Then when we heard about your family, I thought I should have given you space before coming to visit. When I saw you were even more beautiful when I left, and to hear about all your achievements. I was so proud of you.”

Your heart warmed at those very words and you couldn’t help but feel a little spark between you and Neteyam. So when he reached down to hug you and you leaned in for a kiss instead, it made things much worse. There you were telling him of his feelings for his brother and then all of a sudden ready to kiss him like a whore. You felt shame and guilt overcome you. He was so confused when he left, saying he should go look for Lo’ak. Since then when they both tried to approach you, you made up some lame half-ass excuse.

It didn’t help when Kiri came to visit you. She questioned what the last thing was you said to the boys due to facr that they’ve been acting so strangely at home, since that night at diner. You brushed her off and apologized that you’d be away for a couple of weeks. Inquisitive as she is, of course, you had to explain that it was because your heat was approaching.

“See if you had a mate by now you wouldn’t have to put yourself through that intense pain.”

“How did you handle it Kiri, I’m sure you didn’t have a mate at the reef.”

She snorted. “ I had plants y/n, they were great to help subside the pain and intense desires, I have some back home I can always send them with Neteyam,” She explained. “Before you leave that is.”

“Its fine, I need to get going now anyway.” You said as you pack your things and sling them over your shoulders. You wave her goodbye as you trek towards the eastern side of the forest, in the opposite direction of home.

As you made your way to the other side of the forest, where your makeshift cabin was built. It was secluded near a creek. You found the place during one of your patrols and decided it would be the best place to run off to during times like these. Yenguu assisted you with the building. Only you two knew the exact location. He would inform the head of the warrior clan that you would be away due to your heat. They always knew you secluded yourself, but they never knew where. You start to feel hot and hotter as you walk the trail, your ikran was in the care of Kiri. A sudden sharp pain erupts at your stomach and chest.

Oh no, it’s a day early.

You had to hurry to the cabin but your knees start to buckle. You feel a familiar slick pool between your legs and your yellow orbs slowly darken to an orange shade. You gasp.

No. Not here, you wouldn’t want anyone to smell you, you’re already vulnerable. Your heat was never this intense. Fertile Heat cycles usually last from 3 – 14 days, yours was the latter, unfortunately. Heat symptoms vary, from mood swings, intense hunger, excruciating pain, intense fevers, the list was long. However, when it came to you yours usually had a compilation of aches, fevers and intense horniness due to your hormonal displace. Your first heat cycle was a mark into womanhood but you’ve always approached it as a burden.

You're still within range of the hunting grounds. You pick up yourself and decide to fight through the agony and painfully walk your way through the dense vegetation. Your body burning and glistening with sweat. Just a mile more you thought to yourself. Your eyes get heavy, your vision begins to blur. You’ve made it halfway through but your world begins to spin, the pain radiating through your body. You hiss. Soon everything goes black as you collapse on to the forest floor.

You’re awaken by the rain, hitting the rooftop. You perk up, look around. You’re in your cabin. Your bag and supplies braced to the nearby wall. You’re drenched in sweat, sprawled on a woven blanket on the floor. The cabin looks untouched. Everything was where you left it, except for the nearby hammock which was draped as if someone was recently in it.

You called out but no one answered. Your breathing quickens when you start to feel the familiar antagonizing pain, and the pooling between your legs. Not again. You quickly got up to scan your surroundings, there was no sign of any other life. You consider to yourself the possibility of you being able to drag yourself, yet you have no memory of it. You walk towards the cabin door, pulling it back in. Your body begins to heat up once more. The sudden urge to touch yourself makes you sink back onto the floor, grabbing your bag. You empty it to find your trustworthy device. Your own vibrator. Norm had shared some with the younger girls from the clan to assist them when they were on heat. And dam was this thing was a lifesaver.

You tore your beaded top and loincloth off. The air on your nipples triggered them, You turned on your vibratorr and you spread your legs. Your heart is growing more and more. You spread your legs further apart as you propped yourself against the wall, one hand touching your breast, the other pressing the device onto your bud. You mewled in pleasure. Memories of the day with Lo’ak flood back and all you can think of is his meat in you. Your fingers leave your breast to play with your cunt before inserting them in, imagining they were Lo’ak’s fingers. You closed your eyes, remembering the firm but gentle touch of Neteyam and his full lips that were merely inches away from yours.

You cry out in frustration as your fingers were not enough to satisfy. You press the device harder onto your bud before grinding your hips. You felt a familiar build-up, you were near, you continued to finger fuck yourself while grinding on your vibratorr your eyes still shut tightly imagining you were grinding onto Neteyam’s mouth. You felt your high coming as you pressed harder to ride it out, your shrieks and moans getting louder before your juices squirt out of you. Your body glistens from sweat and juices, you open your eyes to find Neteyam staring at you, his younger brother standing behind him. Their mouths agape. You glanced down to Neteyam’s loincloth to see a damp stain, his bulge printing through, in one hand he was holding a washcloth and first aid kit.

You’re too dazed to even speak. There you are sprawled out in front of them covered in bodily secretions. Your essence overpowering. You can’t even feel embarrassed because another wave of your heat soon washes over you and your eyes darkened to a deeper shade of red. Before the two brothers can say anything, you spread your legs further apart and say “I want you both, now.” Your eyes heavy, your hand reaching to rub your supple bud, your holes gaping.

Hellooo to my amazing readers. Sooo it was never my intention to write a whole novel, I’m currently up to a part 5. Not sure if I should end it there or put our Na’vi reader through the turmoil of choosing. But if she does choose, team Lo’ak or team Neteyam? Thanks for all the support thus far! Shout out to

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725235469789609984/title-reunion-part-1-pairings-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Part2: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725289336435851264/title-reunion-part-2-pairings-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Part3: https://www.tumblr.com/yourstrulybluelover/725387965101178880/title-reunion-part-3-pairing-loak-21-x-navi?source=share

Tag List:

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#avatar fanfiction #avatar smut #lo'ak smut #neteyam smut #lo'ak x reader #neteyam x reader #conference #avatar way of water #neteyam x y/n #loak x y/n #neteyam x you #loak x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader

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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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🧊 with nico <3

NOOO NOT NICO ANGST. IM GONNA THROW UP AND CRY, i love writing angst sm tho

im not the biggest fan of cheating plots but i've been listening to 'babe' by taylor on repeat for like 3 weeks straight, blame tay not me 🫢😗

there is calm after every storm, the quiet and peacefulness. the sky, once a tranquil painting of sky blue, now darkened with dark clouds that rolled like giant ships into an angry sea.

distant thunder echoed through a valley, quickening heartbeats. the air grew thick with tension, carrying the scent of rain and electricity. the wind rustled leaves and branches, whispering secrets only the brave dared to hear. rain, at first hesitant, intensified, assaulting the earth. lightning streaked the sky, revealing nature's wild dance. amidst chaos, beauty bloomed. the storm's fury held an undeniable allure, a reminder of nature's power.

there is calm after every storm, the quiet and peacefulness that follows the tempest. but in that moment, as nature waged its war, the world trembled, and the storm reigned supreme.

and that's exactly what happened with you and nico; a storm, the biggest storm possible. the very worst kind, relentless downpour of broken promises and the dissolution of a once-loving relationship.

in the wake of the turmoil, the skies above your hearts darkened with resentment and disappointment. the thunderous echoes of arguments and unspoken grievances reverberated in the spaces between you. just like a storm, it arrived without warning, tearing through the tranquility that once defined your love.

the tension in your connection grew as thick as the humid air before a summer shower. words, like angry gusts of wind, whipped through your conversations, leaving wounds that would refuse to heal. you both grasped at the fragments of your past, trying to piece together what had once been beautiful. but it seemed as though every effort you made only fueled a storm's rage.

lightning strikes of resentment and hurt lit up your interactions, revealing the jagged edges of your broken love. the storm of emotions seemed unending that left you drenched in sorrow and confusion.

there's always calm after a storm, a sense of peace that follows even the most tempestuous of times. but in that cold moment, as you and nico stared at one another, there seemed to be no calm.

the image kept replaying in your mind; the girl's hands on what he promised was only yours, her fingers running through his soft hair as she stared into his once beautiful and innocent eyes; your favorite thing on his face.

it was a betrayal that cut deeper than any words could ever convey, leaving an extensive gap between you and nico. in that silence, there was no solace, no reassurance, only the painful awareness that the storm within your relationship was caused because of him.

it wasn't just the physicality of their connection that hurt the most; it was the emotional intimacy that gnawed at your soul. those hands that once traced your body with affection now caressed another, you saw a connection that cut deeper than any physical act. it was the emotional betrayal that tore at your heart, a betrayal of trust and shared moments.

you would have almost preferred it to be purely physical, something purely carnal that could be dismissed. but it wasn't just that; it was the depth of their emotional connection that had been breached. it was the shared secrets, the whispered dreams, and the cherished memories that now felt tainted, forever marred by the storm within their relationship, a storm caused by him. it felt like a betrayal of the soul, as if he had given away something that was meant only for you.

his beauty was always undeniable, everyone knew that. he had the prettiest of eyes, the most precious smile and most importantly, the biggest of hearts. that's why it hurt so much, watching him be so careless with your heart.

his carelessness felt like a betrayal of everything he was supposed to represent ─ kindness, compassion, and love. the pain of seeing him treat your heart so thoughtlessly cut to the core, leaving a wound that was felt never-ending, that felt like it would never heal.

his eyes had once been a safe haven, a place where she found solace and comfort. but now, when she gazed into them, the kindness she once saw had faded. they no longer held the same warmth, the same promise of security. instead, they seemed cloudy, their depths concealing secrets and uncertainties like a storm that has yet to be studied. those eyes, once a source of unwavering trust, now left her feeling adrift in a storm of doubt.

silence hung heavy in the room as nico packed his belongings. it was as if the gravity of your pain didn't register with him, or maybe he just didn't care. you even would've considered giving him another chance, fighting to salvage what was left of your relationship, but it appeared that he had made up his mind. he was willing to walk away, to leave you behind for her, and that realization cut deeper than any words could ever convey.

as nico zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, he turned to face you. his expression was unreadable, a stark contrast to the countless emotions swirling within you. his once familiar and comforting presence now felt foreign and distant.

"how could you do this?" " your voice carried the weight of a hundred emotions, from the searing pain of betrayal to the disbelief that the person she loved could cause such hurt.

in that moment, you realized that some storms couldn't be weathered, some betrayals couldn't be forgiven, and some love stories were destined for an agonizing end.

nico turned away and walked out of your life, leaving behind a void that no amount of time or healing could ever fill. the storm had passed, but the damage it had wrought would linger, a painful reminder of a love that was, and a love that would never be again.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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edmundspevensea · 10 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁

in which kent needs some backup in babysitting, and y/n becomes his knight in shining armor.

warnings; babysitting, kids, date nights, two of the gaudreau kids do not actually exist (exist simply for the plot), ohio state / michigan rivalry, kent is a big softie

Kent Johnson really thought he could do it.

When Johnny had called and asked him to babysit that day, he really thought he could manage, so he said yes. Nick had babysat the three kids, all under the age of five, once before, and he said they were absolute angels. If Nick approved of it, how bad could it be?

Bad.

An hour in, Noa was cuddled into his chest, sobbing because Luca had hit her after they argued over a toy. Before Kent had the chance to scold him, he had run over and attempted to climb on top of the refrigerator. Oliver had grabbed a ton of clothes from his dresser and left a trail of them throughout the house.

It was total and utter chaos. He couldn't call Johnny or Meredith. They were on a date, and Kent could hear the desperation in Johnny’s voice when he called. So he did the next best thing he could think of.

After Noa had calmed down, Kent had managed to pull himself out of her grip. Next, he grabbed Oliver and placed him down next to his sister. Finally, he made his way over to the fridge and grabbed Luca from behind, placing him on one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

Before they left, Meredith had explained that if Kent needed backup, your number was on the counter. He pulled out his phone and began dialing the 10 digits. He had heard that you had met a few of the guys last season, back when he was still with the Michigan Wolverines. As he patiently waited for you to pick up, his green eyes scanned the kids carefully. Oliver and Noa were now at it, and Luca was repeatedly banging his head on the counter.

Finally, he was met with, "Hello?"

You were the kids usual babysitter, except for in the summer when Johnny was mainly off and you were home on summer break. Due to the fact that you had just moved back to campus to start the new school year at Ohio State, Meredith had called you to see if you were available to watch the kids. Unfortunately, you had to work, but the Gaudreaus' completely understood and went to look for someone else.

You had just gotten off of work and were walking back to your dorm when your phone began ringing. You groaned, not even bothering to check the number, and picked up, "Hello?"

You were met with an anxious voice, which sounded oddly familiar to you, "Uh, hi. I, uh... Luca, stop, you're going to hurt yourself! Sorry, I'm babysitting for Johnny and Meredith and I sorta, uh... need some help."

You chuckled to yourself. The boy sounded somewhat panicked and you knew the kids well enough to know that they were trying to break him, to see if he was worthy of being a future babysitter for them.

"I'll be there soon, give me 15 minutes. In the meantime, ask them what they want for dinner. When I get there, we'll order it," you replied, smiling to yourself.

You could faintly hear a sigh of relief before the boy spoke again, his voice growing fainter by the second as you assumed that he had dropped the phone, "Oliver, underwear does not function as a hat."

Hanging up, you allowed yourself to laugh once again before heading to your dorm to get changed into more comfortable clothes. After quickly leaving a note for your roommate, you hopped in your car and began driving the route to the Gaudreaus' home.

Luckily for you, the Gaudreaus’ house wasn’t too far from campus, so the drive wasn’t terrible. As you were driving, however, you couldn’t help but think that the boy's voice sounded oddly familiar. You simply couldn’t place your finger on who it would be, though. You had met some of Johnny’s teammates at the beginning of the season, but the voice on the other end of the phone didn’t sound like Jack Roslovic, Sean Kuraly, Boone Jenner, Zach Werenski, or Elvis Merzļikins, so you were unaware of who it could be. As some soft music played through the old speakers of your beaten up car, however, you didn’t let it bother you too much.

Within 15 minutes, you arrived at the familiar home of Johnny and Meredith. Hopping out of your car, you could see the living room light on inside of the house, and you took in the sight of a fairly new Honda CRV in the driveway, covered in a Blue Jackets bumper sticker and a University of Michigan bumper sticker. You cringed at the sight of the latter, and laughed a little bit to yourself as you looked down at the Ohio State Buckeyes hoodie you were wearing before making your way to the front door. You laid down a few solid knocks on the black painted door as you waited patiently to be let inside.

Within seconds, the door swung open to reveal a a tall blond boy, his hair disheveled and his sage green eyes wide with both panic and relief. The poor boy had three kids hanging on to some part of his body, the two boys wrapped around each one of his legs, with Noa managing to wrap her arms around his neck as she hung down his back, and you recognized him as Kent Johnson, “Thank God you’re here,” he whispered out softly, gaining a chuckle and a small smile from you, before he composed himself just enough to introduce himself to you, “I’m Kent. Thank you for doing this.”

“Y/N,” you laughed, reaching out to shake Kent’s hand before drawing back after realizing he was using them both to support little Noa from falling, “can I come inside?”

“Oh my god, of course,” he apologized, doing his best to move out of the doorframe with Luca and Oliver attached to his legs. You watched in amusement as Oliver was gently dragged across the floor just enough so that you could step inside of the house. As you did, you almost immediately noticed the pile of toys and clothes scattered across the living room carpet. The kids had gotten Kent good. Luckily for you (and Kent), you had handled this situation many times, and immediately sprung into action as you shut the door behind you.

“Who left the pile of toys out, and who was messing with the clothes?” you asked Kent, who looked at you with his beautiful green eyes. He explained that Luca had made the mess of toys and Oliver was playing with the clothes. As the boys had heard their names, they both had finally noticed your presence, shouting your name with their excited voices and untangling themselves from both of Kent’s legs before running up to you.

“Hi boys,” you greeted them kindly, watching as Noa grinned at you but continued to stay comfortably in her place on Kent’s back, “Do you guys want to play a fun game for me?”

This peaked the not only the boys’ attention, but Kent’s attention as well. Luca and Oliver both nodded at you as Kent watched you with curiosity. You smiled at the blond as you wrapped one arm around both the young boys in front of you, focusing your attention back on them, “Okay then, this is what’s going to happen. You boys have to pay close attention to the directions in order to play, alright?” you paused as you waited for a response from the boys. When both of them nodded their heads, you continued, “Kent’s going to grab two buckets from the other room, and when he gets back, we’re gonna see who can put all of the toys and clothes away the fastest. The winner gets to pick the movie after dinner, okay?”

Luca and Oliver both nodded excitedly as you watched Kent disappear from the room, reappearing 30 seconds later with two bins. You told Luca to go by the toy pile and Oliver to go by the pile of clothes as you placed the two containers in front of each of them. Sitting down on the couch with Kent and Noa next to you, you and Kent each pulled out your phone to time the boys. Kent was in charge of timing Luca and you were in charge of timing Oliver. You had assigned the responsibility of telling the boys when to go to Noa, who wanted to be involved somehow. As soon as she had yelled, “3…2…1… go!” you and Kent had started the timers and the boys were off.

As the boys moved as hurriedly as a three year old and two year old could, you turned your head to Kent, “What did they say they wanted for dinner?” you asked, moving to wrap an arm around Noa as the young girl cuddled into your side.

“The boys were very enthusiastic about pizza,” Kent replied, and you nodded. This was a common occurrence. You also knew that Noa wasn’t as enthusiastic about pizza and would prefer some other meal. Turning to her side, you told her that you and Kent were going to order pizza for dinner and asked her what she wanted instead.

“Could I get ‘ghetti?” she asked, and you nodded, knowing that she meant spaghetti. She thanked you quietly as you heard Kent yell out, “done!” and you looked up to see that Luca had finished putting his toys away. He cheered happily as Oliver finished putting the clothes away shortly afterwards, and you and Kent both clapped happily to reward the both of them.

“Good job, boys!” you spoke, getting up from the couch to give each of them a high five. Kent followed shortly behind and you grabbed both the bins, instructing Kent to put Just Dance on the TV as you carried the toys and clothes into the boys’ bedroom. You could faintly hear Kent asking the kids which song they wanted, all of them unanimously deciding on Rasputin, before you made your way back into the kitchen.

You sat down on a barstool at the Gaudreaus’ kitchen counter, opening your laptop that Meredith had graciously gifted to you for your 19th birthday in order to order some dinner. Kent sat down next to you, remote still in hand, and you smiled at him, “I’m about to order dinner. Do you want to look at the menu to see if anything sounds good?” you asked, sliding the laptop over to him as he nodded.

“Thank you,” he smiled gratefully and began to look at the menu. You couldn’t help but admire him as he scrolled through, his radiant green eyes focused hard on the menu in front of him. You tried not to stare, but a wisp of his blond hair fell over his eyes, and as he moved his hand to brush it behind his ear, you couldn’t help but notice that he needed a haircut. He was already attractive, but maybe that could make him more attractive.

You quickly looked away as Kent spoke up about some cheese ravioli and parmesan garlic breadsticks, pretending to focus on the three kids dancing in the living room. Luckily for you, he didn’t seem to notice as he slid the laptop over to you and smiled at you, allowing you to order a large half-cheese, half-pepperoni pizza, Kent’s cheese ravioli and garlic parmesan bites, your buffalo wings, and of course, Noa’s spaghetti. When you were done ordering, you softly spoke about the food being here in 25 minutes, but we’re cut off by Noa, “Y/N?” she asked sweetly, and you closed your laptop to look up at her.

“Yes, sweet girl?” you answered, your eyes meeting her own.

“When I done eating my food, can I paint you nails?” she asked, her voice soft, and you laughed a little bit.

“Yes. While your brothers pick out the movie, you can paint my nails.” you replied, but she wasn’t done.

“Yay! Y/N?”

“Yes, Noa?” you asked curiously, waiting for her next question.

“Can I paint Kenny’s, too?” you smiled at the adorable toddler in front of you, looking over at Kent. His eyes went wide for a little bit before you whispered that you had nail polish remover in the bathroom, and he physically relaxed before telling her that she could paint his nails too. Noa was satisfied with that answer as she returned to playing Just Dance with her brothers.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Kent turned to you, relief still evident in his eyes about you storing some nail polish in the bathroom. He thanked you kindly and as you acknowledged his words of gratitude, you asked him a simple question, “She likes you, you know?”

Kent smiled at your words, “I’m glad to hear that. I was a bit worried earlier when she originally avoided me like the plague.”

You let out a soft chuckle at Kent’s words, “She does that when she thinks a boy’s cute. Take it as a compliment.”

“I will,” he laughed, his nose scrunching slightly as he did so. Turning to meet your gaze, Kent turned the conversation over from himself to you, wanting to get to know you a little better, “How’d you get into babysitting for Johnny?” he asked curiously, running a hand through his dirty blond hair.

“My parents are good friends with Meredith’s, so we’ve known each other since I was born. She used to babysit me, actually,” you responded, finding it a bit funny and pretty interesting to see how everything had come full circle.

“That’s cool,” Kent complimented, continuing shortly after, “so are you from Columbus?”

“No,” you replied, watching carefully as Luca and Oliver attempted a particularly difficult move to the beat of the song they were currently dancing to. As you realized they were okay, you turned back to Kent, “I grew up in Cincinnati, but I’m a full time student at Ohio State, so when Johnny came here from Calgary, Meredith reached out to me.”

Kent nodded in acknowledgment, and opened his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off, “Enough about me. Where are you from?”

“I’m from a town in British Columbia called Port Moody,” he answered, “It’s about half-an-hour outside of Vancouver.”

“How’d you end up in Columbus?” you asked again, folding your arms across the counter.

“The Blue Jackets drafted me 5th overall while I was playing at Michigan—”

“And you lost me there,” you teased, shutting down his conversation as soon as he mentioned what college he had attended. You knew he had some ties to that team up north when you caught sight of his bumper sticker, so you knew it would eventually come up in conversation, but you decided to tease him about it anyway. You got up from your seat and began making your way towards the refrigerator to prepare three cups of milk for the kids, but you had to hide a laugh when Kent looked at you with very blatant confusion spread against his face.

“What?” he asked, internally panicking and wondering if he did something wrong. Truth is, Kent had thought that you were extremely beautiful and a very sweet girl, and he wanted to get to know you. Getting to know you wouldn’t be easy if he had done something to offend you, however.

“I don’t affiliate myself with Wolverines,” you commented, and Kent suddenly knew that it wasn’t that serious.

He smirked at you, “Well, you better get used to it, because you’re gonna be stuck with one for the next few hours.”

As you carried the three sippy cups of milk to the table, you knew that you had the last laugh, “You know, I could always leave. Last time I checked, Johnny and Meredith asked you to babysit, not me.”

A small smirk made its way across your face as you watched Kent’s eyes widen with panic, remembering the rough times he had experienced with the three kids before calling you over, “Fine. You win.”

“That’s what I thought,” you smiled teasingly, handing him a couple forks and knives as the doorbell rang. He rolled his eyes playfully and set the silverware down on the table before making his way to the front door to grab the food, leaving you with the job of wrangling the three toddlers. Noa obeyed your commands pretty easily, making her way over to the table, but you had to pick up both of the boys and place them into their high chairs as Kent passed out all of the food. You made sure that Noa got her spaghetti as you instructed Kent to cut up two pieces of pepperoni pizza for Luca and one piece of cheese for Oliver.

“Y/N,” Kent called you as he placed the plates of pizza in front of the boys, “Do you need anything to drink while I’m up?”

You smiled gratefully at the boy’s kind offer, “A glass of water would be great, Kent. Thank you so much.”

He nodded and shortly after, a glass of water was placed down in front of your wings. Kent then sat down and began to dig into his cheese ravioli. For the most part, dinner went pretty smoothly. There were a couple moments where you and Kent had to intervene in order to stop Luca and Oliver from throwing their food at each other, and Noa was constantly asking Kent what color he wanted his nails to be, but it went well overall. Soon enough, everyone was done eating and Luca, being the winner of the little competition held earlier, was eager to go and pick out a movie.

“Alright bud, give Kent and me one moment, okay? We’ll clear the dishes and then you can go and pick out the movie you want to watch.” you smiled at Luca, and he seem satisfied with that answer. You grabbed the boys’ plates and handed them over to Kent, who had already made his way to the sink in order to wash them. As he did that, you grabbed the plastic containers of empty spaghetti, ravioli, breadsticks, and wings to throw out and wipe the table down.

“Y/N?” Noa asked you, and you turned to look at her.

“Yeah?”

“When can I paint your nails?”

You smiled at her, “You can paint them when Kent takes the boys over to pick out a movie. After you’re done with me, you can paint his while I make some popcorn. Does that sound good?” she nodded, “Alright then.”

Kent seemed to hear the conversation as he moved back over to the table, scooping up both the boys in his arms to bring them over to the TV. You laughed as both Luca and Oliver squealed excitedly, rolling your eyes playfully at the little grin plastered across Kent’s face. Your smile grew as little Noa tugged gently on your arm, wordlessly asking you to sit down so she could paint your nails. You immediately obeyed, your eyes radiant as you watched her open her container housing the nail polish. When she asked you what color you wanted, you told her navy blue in honor of her dads (and Kenny’s, as she called him) team.

Soon enough, your nails were (messily) done. Despite that, you grinned as you gave her words of praise, telling her what a good job she had done. After thanking you, she ran over to Kent and her brothers, gently yet excitedly tugging on Kent’s arm. He smiled at her, telling her that he’d be over at the table in just a couple minutes, and she made her way back. A few minutes later, as Kent walked over, he let you know that Luca had decided to watch “Brother Bear” before making his way to Noa, who grinned happily at his appearance. You nodded and placed the popcorn in the microwave, politely asking the boys to go change into their pajamas so you could all settle on the couch and watch the movie as soon as possible. They didn’t give you any trouble as they ran off to their shared bedroom.

10 minutes later, Noa excitedly ran over to you, her hand around Kent’s arm as she dragged him over to the living room, “Look, Y/N, you and Kenny match!”

You looked at her confused as Kent put out his free hand so you could get a good look at his nails. As you did, you realized that he had asked Noa for the same color nail polish you had, and the both of you now had navy blue nails. You smiled first at Kent and then at Noa, “We do match, don’t we? That’s awesome, Noa! Now, you wanna do me a favor?”

She nodded. You smiled at her again, “You wanna go change into your pajamas so we can start the movie?” she nodded her head again, racing off to her room.

As all three kids were in their bedrooms, you and Kent were left alone. The two of you made some conversation as you took the popcorn out of the microwave, placing it into four different containers, but it was nothing too serious. Kent placed the DVD into the DVD player and gathered some blankets for the five of you, and soon enough, the kids were out of their rooms, ready to watch the movie. You brought over the four containers of popcorn, handing one to Kent for you and him to share, and one to each kid as you all settled onto the couch. Noa was settled into Kent’s side as Luca settled into yours, and Oliver settled between the two of you. As soon as everyone was ready, Kent hit play on the movie.

Within 20 minutes, Luca and Oliver were both fast asleep, and within 45, Noa had joined them. Slowly and carefully, Kent had taken Noa to her room and placed her in her bed as you first took Oliver, and then Luca. You made sure the boys were still fast asleep before gently shutting the door to their room and meeting Kent back out in the living room. The remote was in his hand and as you placed yourself next to him on the couch, he asked you, “So what do you wanna watch?”

Turning to meet his gaze, you crossed your arms, “What’s wrong with Brother Bear?” you interrogated him, and his eyes widened a little bit.

“Nothing’s wrong with Brother Bear—” he panicked, but you cut him off before he had the chance to work himself up too much.

“I’m kidding, Johnson. Put it on whatever you want.”

He nodded, but was now too scared to change it from Brother Bear. You laughed slightly as you noticed, but didn’t pay too much attention to it. Instead, you turned to him as his gaze focused back on the movie, “Can I ask you a question?”

He looked over at you quickly, propping his head up on his elbow, “Depends how personal.”

You mirrored his actions as you peered into his shining green eyes, nodding slightly as you did so, “Johnny told me you gave up number 13 for him when he came to Columbus. How come?”

Kent shrugged nonchalantly, “He was my idol growing up, the one player I looked up to. I modeled my own game after his and knew that as soon as I found out he was coming to play for the Jackets, that I was giving him that number.”

You smiled softly at him as he answered you, “Well, he hasn’t stopped talking about you since last August. I hope you know that he looks up to you just as much as you look up to him. You’re a good guy, Kent.”

He smiled gratefully at you, thanking you wordlessly, but soon followed up with a question of his own, “That reminds me. Before I was rudely interrupted earlier, I had a question for you.”

“Shoot, Johnson.”

“Do you ever come to any of our games?”

“Sometimes,” you replied, “whenever Meredith brings the kids, I’m usually there. Unless the game is on a Thursday, because my classes run late that day.”

He acknowledged your reply, following up with another question shortly after, “How come I’ve never seen you before? One would think that I’d remember a girl as beautiful as you.”

You blushed at his compliment, laughing shortly after, “By the time we get down to the locker room after the game, the kids are exhausted and only want Johnny, so him and Meredith are able to tackle everything pretty easily. So, Meredith lets me go after the game ends.”

Before Kent had the chance to ask his next question, he was interrupted by the door to the garage opening. Johnny walked in, Meredith on his trail as they smiled at Kent. When they noticed you, their eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but they greeted you kindly anyway.

“Kent, thank you so much for doing this for us tonight,” Meredith thanked him, and the boy next to you simply nodded as a way to say “no problem.”

Johnny acknowledged you next, “And Y/N, thank you for helping him out. Is he worthy of being asked again?” Johnny jokes, and you laughed.

“No problem. Work was slow tonight so I was able to get off early. And yes, I’d say he’s worthy. I think sweet Noa even has a little crush on him,” you joked, and Meredith laughed as out of the corner of your eye, you could see Kent blush.

“Well, thanks again, guys. You’re free to go now if you want to head home,” Johnny told both you and Kent, and you both hopped off the couch to say your goodbyes to the couple in front of you.

When you were done, Kent came over to you, “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked sweetly, and you nodded.

“It’s parked right next to yours, but yeah, I’d like that,” you replied as Kent held the front door open for you, closing it after he exited behind you. He nodded nervously as the two of you made the short walk to the driveway, but you didn’t notice how anxious he was. As you reached your car, you thanked him, “Thanks for this. I had a fun time with you tonight.”

He nodded, running a hand anxiously through his dirty blond hair, “Uhhh, Y/N, if it’s possible, could I get your number?”

You smiled softly at how nervous Kent was, but nodded anyway, “You already have it, from when you called me earlier. But it’s there if you want to text or call me.”

“Oh, right,” he chuckled, opening your car door so that you could hop in. You smiled graciously at him as you made your way to the driver’s seat. As you were about to shut the door, Kent spoke up again, “Y/N?”

“Yes, Kent?”

“I, uhhh… well, earlier I was going to ask you if I could swap out the Ohio State sweatshirt you’re wearing for a Michigan sweatshirt, but I already know that that’s not going to happen…”

“Damn right, Johnson.” you interjected.

“So, uhhh…” he continued, making nervous eye contact with you once again, “instead, I was wondering if next time you come to a game, and maybe the next time after that, if you would switch out your Gaudreau jersey for a Johnson jersey?”

You smiled softly at him, falling for his adorable charm. Luckily for Kent, that proposal wasn’t out of proportionality. You already knew that you were going to say yes, but decided to tease him a little bit instead, “I’ll consider it, Johnson.”

He smiled widely at you, seeming satisfied with your answer, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Kent,” you replied, watching as he made his way into his gray Honda CRV. Little did you know, he already had Johnny’s contact pulled up, ready to leave him a little message before pulling out of the driveway and heading home.

thanks for asking me to babysit tonight.

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becca-e-barnes · 1 year

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Don't tell anyone but I love the thought of pornstar Bucky's girl asking to do livestreams with him. The thought of him taking the chat's lead?? Or reading the filthy things they're saying?? 🤤

"They're making fun of you, sweetheart." Bucky teases between chaste kisses placed to the soft inside of your spread thighs.

'Is she wet already?' The most recent message in the chat makes you squirm in your seat. Not that you're getting very far. Bucky is quite well known for his skills with a rope but he's left you just enough wiggle room that you can still grind your cunt desperately against the chair beneath you. It's not much relief but it's something.

"Of course she's wet already. Aren't you, baby? It doesn't take our girl long to get herself all worked up when she knows she's being watched." Bucky smirks up at you, his fingers trailing over the slick lace of your panties, gathering just enough of your arousal on his fingertips to show the camera.

'Our girl' doesn't sit right with you but you know it's all for show. You're his girl. Only his. Those people watching on the stream, whoever they are, mean nothing to you. You know he'll remind you of that later too. Reminding you that you're 'his girl', holding your chin so he can look into your eyes while he slides every inch of his length home over and over.

You whimper at the flood of messages into the chat as your viewers respond to the crystal clear evidence of your arousal on your partner's fingers.

'Fuck, she's making a mess.' 'Always such a good girl.' 'What I'd give to be able to taste her.'

The comments run up the screen so quickly you don't have time to read them all.

'She's so desperate, what a good little slut.' 'You've hardly even touched her and I'm already hard.'

"You're right, I haven't really touched her much, have I?" Bucky asks while reaching over for the wand vibrator he'd picked out for this stream. He clicks it on and the toy buzzes to life.

He seems satisfied with the lowest setting for now. Not that you are. That setting is almost always just for warm-up and that's not what you need in that moment.

"Please." You whine, tugging against the restraints, only feeling satisfied when your partner presses the soft, silicone tip to your clit, over your panties.

Everything feels heightened despite the low setting. You've been so turned on for so long that anything at all is welcome.

'Such a pretty little thing.' 'She sounds so hot when she whines like that.'

You hadn't even noticed yourself whining, much less the way you tried to grind yourself pathetically on the toy, trying to feel more than the featherlight touch Bucky was offering you.

You felt Bucky flicking the toy up a speed, startled by the groan that left your own throat. It sounded desperate. It was filthy and unrestrained and totally shameless.

"You like that?" Bucky's voice was all that could tear you out of your own head. He rolled the head of the toy in vertical motions, laughing quietly to himself when the sensation made you gasp.

'She's so loud tonight.'

The commenter wasn't wrong. You knew you were louder than usual, a testament to just how much you found yourself enjoying this.

"Sit still, sweetheart." You hadn't really registered what was happening until after it was done, although you'd agreed it beforehand anyway. Bucky carefully tugged the side of your underwear away from your skin, cutting the lace and then mirrored his actions on the other side. With the pretty blue lace in tatters, your sex was fully on display.

Bucky pulled the fabric free from underneath you, balling it up in his hand before pressing it to your lips.

"Good girl. Take it." You hadn't expected this. Automatically, brattiness takes over, your defiant natures tells you not to do as you're told. You hold out for a second, up until the toy clicks up one more speed and when you gasp in surprise, the panties are pushed past your lips, resting heavily on your tongue and you get to enjoy the taste of your own arousal.

#becca's thots #becca writes spice #ps!bucky #bucky barnes smut #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #I have to watch 8 hours of class before tomorrow #thank god I have the option to play the videos at 1.5x speed #I'm desperate for an interesting module #just one #last week I was writing my equality law essay #this week it's mediation #pls let me go back to contracts or something #I have class from 9-5 Monday to Friday this week #with work meetings to fit in around that. and a conference. and some finalising for a week of events that I've planned.#and if anyone ever tries to tell me that postgrad courses are accessible to part time students ever again #I'm showing them this module #BECAUSE AS A PART TIME STUDENT #THIS DOESN'T FEEL VERY PART TIME #I just need somewhere to complain about this so it's going in my tags and then I'll shut tf up about it #I had the most interesting conversation this week #where someone said 'my parents love that you know exactly what you want'#and if that's the impression I give I have terribly misled people #I know what I want to do with my life but this masters won't get me any closer to that career #and spite is lowkey all that's motivating me to finish it

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howdoyousleep3 · 8 months

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I need to talk about 70s basketball player!Ari and I wasn't sure who to turn to so I'm taking solace in your ask box and begging you to imagine Ari in those stupidly tiny shorts with me. You know he'd barely be able to fit in the damn things, hugging his bulge and his big meaty thighs as he runs up and down the court 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I just want him to get all sweaty and fuck me in the locker rooms when they clear out after the game.

I can imagine it, I am, I am imagining it so hard. 😭 It's almost obscene! It feels like something I would feel compelled to look away from if I saw him running up and down the court. I mean, look!

Those shorts on Ari's thick body? Are you kidding me? They're a wet dream, a dirty wet dream! Stretching all around his hairy thighs, thick as tree trunks, across his impressive bulge as well. I bet you could damn well see an outline of his cock, that fat flaccid tip, and even if you couldn't, the size of the bulge itself would leave you lightheaded.

The best worst part, the absolute worst part, would be how nonchalant he is with it. It's almost as if he doesn't realize his dick so big and on display it's one crossover away from slipping out the leg of his shorts. He's giving people a show on that court, but it's natural and confident and flawless. He knows he's a big boy, oh he's well aware of it, but he also knows that people like looking at him.

And damn if that doesn't go to his head.

So, it makes sense that after a winning game that came down to the wire, one that had people on the edge of their seats, out of them, Ari's feeling as if he's deserving of some extra release. And "well hot damn, lookat'chu, who let a pretty little thing like you in here, sweetheart?"

And lord almighty 😮‍💨👌🏻 Nothing would ever come close to the feeling you get when you're nuzzling at his massive bulge over his shorts, his hairy, meaty thighs spread for you in front of his locker, the scent of musk and sweat and man filling your nose, overwhelming you.

Nothing compares to his encouraging words and his thunderous groan and the weight of his girth on your tongue.

The promises of later come pretty damn close though, those bitten off purrs of apology, of promising to make it up to you later. The "I know, baby. I know. I know it's a mouthful, I know it's hard to take all the way, but you let Big Daddy have this now and he'll give that little baby pussy whatever she wants once he's done. How's that sound? Lay you out right here on this bench and apologize for makin' her wait..."

🤭😵‍💫

Tell me more, tell me all of your thoughtsssssss. 🥴

#askK #ari levinson #ari levison x reader #jesus christttttttt #he absolutely refers to himself as Big Daddy i can feel it #even in press conferences or in interviews #bold with it #the way I was FLOORED that you thought of me no stop 😭

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my-soupy-brain · 10 months

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Seeing Jason after ✨THAT✨ snl teacher skit and wanting to test out that fantasy with him

How that sketch broke all of our collective brains, I mean... God, it was way too hot. Thank you Ego, for writing it. I love this concept. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader

Warning: Smut ahead!

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Being Jason's partner was a dream come true.

Charming, handsome, funny, smart -- he was the total package. He was also adventurous and never afraid to hear your ideas.

Date nights? He loved it when you came up with something new to try or a restaurant he'd never been to.

In the bedroom, it was the same eager reception.

So when you brought up the parent-teacher conference sketch from Saturday Night Live, his eyebrows raised in interest and a smile quirked across his lips.

"Really?" he asked, his hand running across his short beard. "You liked that, huh?"

You bite your lower lip and look at him with a glint in your eye. "Yeah, uh, I really did. It kinda altered my brain."

He takes a step closer. You can smell his cologne.

"Should we...do something with that?"

You can only nod.

...

A couple days later he emerges from his bathroom in a checked shirt, navy blue trousers, and a navy blue tie. He's wearing glasses, his hair styled.

He looks like he swiped that entire wardrobe right out from 30 Rock. You have to sit down.

"Ready for dinner, sweetheart?" he asks, holding out his hand. You nod dumbly, taking it and walking out the door.

At dinner he acts like nothing is different. But you decide to lean into exactly what he has planned.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask quietly over your cocktails.

"No," he answers playfully with a charming smile. "What makes you t think I'm mad at you?"

"I don't know, you just seem mad, Mr. Mad."

"Trust me, if I was mad at you, you'd know."

"Are you going to put me in time out?"

You remove your foot from your heel under the table and run it up his leg.

"I don't know, do you deserve it," he asks, leaning over his arms on the table.

Your cheeks flush, and you feel him grab your foot and pull it between his legs. He's loving this as much as you are.

"You tell me, you're the one in charge," you reply coyly, smiling at him with pouty lips across the table.

He nods, licking his lips, smiling. Your foot is still nestled against him, and he lightly drops it to the floor and requests the check.

You're barely able to contain it in the car on the way home, his hand on your thigh, high under your dress.

Inside the apartment, he's nearly chest-to-chest with you. Your breath comes in fits and starts as he looks at you.

"Who's in charge?" he asks with a low, husky voice.

"You're the one in charge," you answer with a purr.

"Say it again."

"You're the one in charge."

"Damn straight," he answers, roping his arms around you and kissing you passionately. His hands climb up your legs under your dress, over your panties.

He sets you on the counter and tugs you toward him, letting your legs wrap around him tightly while his kisses move down your neck. You're gasping, his fingers working open his belt buckle and then your panties.

"I want you so bad," you pant against him, his hands working down your curves, dropping your panties to the floor.

"Oh yeah, you can have me, my love," he answers, not missing a beat of the script.

You push his pants and underwear down and the sight of watching him slide into your heat is enough to make you dig your nails into his back.

This part wasn't in the sketch, you think. But we're gonna make our own.

His hands under your dress and on the flesh of your hips feel like fire as he pushes into you. His lips on your neck, your shared moans, and yeah, still having hot sex in the kitchen on the counter... it's enough to...

"Oh fuck, Jas...I'm..."

"I'know, baby, 'm almost there...come with me..."

Your head is thrown back in pleasure as the climax takes over, your legs wrapped around his hips, his hands gripping you firmly. He follows you seconds after, always making sure you get there first before spilling himself into you.

Panting, breathless, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, you smile at each other. His lips come to your ear.

"Should do that again sometime, yeah?" he asks, making you giggle as you lean against his chest.

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OK THAT WAS FUN. Now I need to lie down. Hot Dom Daddy Jason Teacher is just rolling around my brain and I can't function now. LOL Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#jason sudeikis x reader #jason sudeikis rpf #jason sudeikis fanfiction #jason sudeikis smut #no shame that sketch was hot #snl parent teacher conference

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albatmobile · 18 days

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parent teacher conferences and other places to meet a pornstar pt. 2

[1] [2] coming soon: [3] [4] || ao3

𓅪 Rated: E | 8k includes: cam girl AU, teacher AU, masturbation, public sex, caught, fingering, voyeurism, come swallowing, facial, deep throating misunderstandings, confessions

𓅪 cam girl fem!reader x jason todd, cam girl fem!reader x roy harper, cam girl fem!reader x jason todd x roy harper

After your wild night out, you’re not expecting to be approached by Roy- Mr. Harper, you correct yourself.

“It doesn’t feel right with me knowing,” He paces into your classroom as soon as you open the door for him.

“Well, hello to you too, Mr. Harper,” You rub at your temple, feeling a headache stirring.

You follow behind his quick gate, stopping yourself just barely from laughing as he plops into the small kid chair that sits in front of your desk. You move to sit behind your desk, noting how you’re suddenly an inch or so taller than him in your position.

You’re wearing a tight, white v-neck, long sleeve bodysuit over top form-fitting professional pants, red heels and your signature glasses. The low-cut top leaves Mr. Harper at eye level with your lofty cleavage, something he evidently becomes distracted by. He shakes himself from it quickly enough, though, to focus back on your confused face.

He seems to disregard your words as if too lost in his own head.

“I’m sorry,” He finally says. His guilty green eyes peer up at you.

“For…?”

You’re quickly losing patience and he’s quickly losing confidence.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” He begins quickly. “The tip was a mistake. I was going back and forth on it, but again, I seriously didn’t mean anything by it and I-“

“Mean anything by what?” This dude is not making a lick of sense. What tip?

His eyes search yours for something, but you only offer him confusion in return. He seems to notice and continues on with his ramblings, “I swear I didn’t know it was you at first. Once, I did I just-“

He continues to babble and you find yourself tuning him out.

Your hair keeps falling in your face and this is already the second time you’ve pushed it back behind your ear but it’s obvious it won’t cooperate. Maybe if you’d been paying more attention, you’d notice the way Mr. Harper’s eyes linger on the hair tie you have around your lithe fingers. Maybe you’d even notice how he trails off, mouth agape as you tie your hair up and out of the way.

When you go to stand to put an end to this, he pops up as well and it’d be hard not to notice his-

“Mr. Harper,” You trail off uncomfortably as you eye the growing situation in his pants. You can’t help but be reminded of the voyeur in the alley last night. “What exactly’s going on here?”

He quickly grabs a folder off your desk to cover himself, something you grant him the consideration of ignoring as you edge closer to the door.

“Jesus,” He uses his free hand to run a terse hand through his fiery locks. “I’m not trying to- Look. I just,” He trails off in frustration. “I know what you do,” He says, sounding the calmest he's been ever since this weird conversation started.

You freeze, hand on the door as you face the disheveled man in front of you. You don’t necessarily think he poses a threat, but you don’t fucking know and he obviously knows what you are.

Knows what you do.

You’re fucked. You’re fired. Sayonara, bitch- that’s how this always ends.

You mentally prepare yourself for the tough road ahead, figuring ending this conversation is the first step to fucking moving on, but he won’t even grant you the mercy.

“Then say it,” You urge defensively, hand curling more around the handle with each passing second.

“avid_reader,” He says, watching as your hand tightens around the door handle.

You’re debating just leaving him there in your classroom, but your shit is all still on your desk. You probably should leave him in here and go get help, but you don’t. What would you even say, anyway? ‘Hey, I’m a cam model on the side and this dude who jacks it to me just figured everything out. Please help?’ Yeah, that’s not going to work.

Instead, you stand there feeling tidal waves of embarrassment and anxiety washing down on you.

“You’re not the first person to figure it out,” The words snap out from your mouth before you can stop them. You cross your arms across your chest as a means of comfort, but it only puffs out your cleavage even further. You sigh, dropping your arms as you approach the redhead. You don’t mean to but you stop closer to the man than you’d meant, leaving him to back against the desk behind him as you continue forward. “If you want to transfer Lian, I understand,” He’s shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like you’ve got the wrong idea, but you continue. “Just please don’t tell,” You plead with him. “I can’t afford to lose this job again.”

He looks completely stupefied by how this is unfolding.

You half expect him just to walk out the door as you’d planned to do not even seconds prior, but he doesn’t. If anything, he seems relieved (?) by your reaction.

“Why do you even need the side job?” Out of all the things to come from his mouth, you’re definitely not expecting that.

“Technically, if we’re talking pay, this is my side job,” You gesture to the classroom around you halfheartedly. “35k a year doesn’t exactly pay bills, or well, much of anything at all,” You snort humorlessly. “Again, I totally understand if you want to transfer Lian, though.”

His mind still looks like it’s reeling from the reveal and his dick still obviously is too as it remains half-mast.

His voice is gruff as he stares down at your smaller form. Even though he’s the one being cornered, you still somehow feel like the prey.

“Why would I do that?” He asks quietly.

There’s an obvious heat behind his eyes, one you’d have to be dumb not to miss. It’s clearly not escaping either of you that your close position is reminiscent of your infamous scene.

You watch as his lips open, then close as if debating whether or not to take it further. His eyes are half-lidded, almost like he’s high on your presence alone.

He gulps, watching your eyes trail across his every minute reaction as if it might stop at any second.

It has to stop.

It’s one thing to be a cam girl and it’s another to suck off one of the parents in the classroom. Yup, nope. Not doing it.

You grant him the satisfaction of staying a finger-width away from his chest for just a moment longer.

“I don’t have time for this superfluous conversation, Mr. Harper,” You send him as stern of a look as you can manage.

“Damn, you’re killin’ me here, babe- Miss,” He says your name again and watch as his breathing sputters under your slitted gaze.

“It’s best we keep this completely professional. Just because I…” You trail off knowing he gets the point. “Doesn’t mean we can ignore the circumstances I’m under. I really care about these kids and I wouldn’t want anything to jeopardize this position.”

You know he’s holding off on a comment about the position you’re both currently in in favor of backing away in understanding. “Totally got you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all.”

You sigh in relief. Out of all the confrontations you’ve had about this topic, this has definitely been the easiest. Dare you say that Mr. Harper even seemed like a pretty cool dude. If you weren’t his daughter’s teacher, you’d definitely-

No, you can’t allow yourself to think like that.

“Thank you for, you know,” You hesitate, “not ratting me out.”

“Never,” He assures you with the most seriousness he’s displayed since you’ve met him.

You move, opening the door for him and getting blasted by whatever delicious cologne he’s wearing as you see him out.

He hesitates as if he wants to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Have a good day, Mr. Harper,” You grant him a small, genuine smile before shutting the door behind you.

You know he hasn’t moved and you know he knows you haven’t moved. The two of you stand there on either side of the door reveling in the last dregs of whatever the fuck that conversation constituted as.

Finally, you hear the tell-tale sign of his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum and you finally allow your heels to clack back over to your desk. You slump in your chair, head in your hand wondering what the fuck you’ve just gotten yourself into.

➸💋➸

You received your annual invite to the Wayne Holiday Gala months ago, though you honestly had considered not coming this year. However, after your run-ins with Jason, you decide to show up.

You end up spending most of the night with the kids in the daycare area. As unappetizing as it may sound to some, making small talk with the stuffy Gotham elites in the other room definitely sounds like the shittier end of the bargain.

You’re in the middle of a makeover session, which seems to involve a lot of poking and pulling when you hear it.

“Oh, no fucking way,” Your body stiffens at the familiar voice. “This is so rich.”

“Mr. Harper,” You say without turning around. You thank the little kids around you for the glitter bomb they’ve set off on you as you rise. Your form-fitting, high-slitted dress unfurls as you do so, revealing the extravagance of your gown. (x)

He cleans up very nice.

You try to hide how you check him out, but it doesn’t seem to matter too much as he’s preoccupied with raking his eyes up and down your curves. You watch as his freckled cheeks turn red.

“How’d you know?” His voice is extra scratchy tonight and it’s doing things to you.

“You’re the only one of my parents who curses like a sailor no matter who’s in the room,” You gesture down to the kids who’ve made you look like you’re going to Coachella rather than a gala.

The little girl closest to you keeps trying to tug at your hair, but Mr. Harper sits down and offers her his long locks in your stead.

“Are you,” He trails off, looking away from your eyes to fiddle with his black tie. “Is it okay that I sit here with you?”

It’s a vulnerable question after the clear shift after him approaching you in your classroom all those a few weeks ago.

“I don’t own the place,” You shrug as you sit back down with crossed legs beside him. “So, what are you doing here tonight?”

“My friend’s back in town and said he might be here tonight, so,” He trails off as he motions to his cornflower blue tux. It’s fucking ugly as shit and somehow it couldn’t look better on the muscular man.

“Where’s Lian?” You ask, blushing as soon as you realize you’ve asked.

Roy, however, seems pleased by your question. He points over to the other side of the room where she’s playing some combo of hide-and-seek and tag with a group of kids.

“She loves these kinds of things,” He says. “She wouldn’t let me miss out once she heard we’d been invited.” Lian catches your eye and waves excitedly before she’s pulled back into the game. “What about you?”

His voice lulls you into an easy smile, “Didn’t expect to see me here?”

“I didn’t say that,” He jests back as he tries to navigate the minefield that is this conversation. “You look good,” He says finally, though his eyes are forcibly focused on Lian.

You follow along as she gets chased around to avoid being tagged. The smile that’s adorned your face ever since he came in the room has yet to dull, something you’re sure he notices as his cheeks burn red.

“Thank you,” You say quietly. It’s your turn to blush when you feel his eyes finally shift back to you. You make the hard decision to focus on the kids running around rather than on his stunning, verdant eyes. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

It seems like your words have given him the confidence to… well, you’re not exactly sure, but he definitely seems more cocky now. However, a tiny voice interrupts before he gets a chance to respond.

“Go!”

“No, you!”

Your head turns to the gaggle of well dressed kids currently shoving each other your way.

“Excuse me!”

“Hello,” You smile at the cute display.

“They said you’re a princess,” A small girl in a tutu sidles up to you, wringing her hands behind her back as three other girls stand behind her shyly.

Before you can think of something to say, Roy swoops in.

“She’s 100% a princess,” Roy winks at you playfully. “Right, princess?”

You snort, trying not to be affected by the wink, “Right.”

You’re covered in shitty body glitter in a gown that anyone else’s here easily dwarfs. You feel far from a princess. Hell, the only reason you’d even been invited anyway had been because of your mom’s legacy.

The kids convince you to play heroes and robbers. Roy watches from the sidelines as you use a pink bow and arrow toy to stave off the waves of robbers that now includes Lian. Soon, she drags her dad to play, convinced that he needs to show you how to use the arrow for some reason.

“You’re not lining up the arrow right,” He says as he comes up to stand behind you.

“Mr. Harper,” You can hardly contain your eye roll, “it’s plastic.”

“Is this okay?” He asks as his hand hovers above your own.

Is it?

“Yeah,” You say before you lose the courage.

His firm chest presses against your back as he guides your hands on the bow. His soft hands trickle along your skin effortlessly teasing you all the while.

“You know, we’re not at school,” You startle at what he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “You can just call me Roy.”

You hesitate.

Is this crossing a line?

It’s just a name, you reason before giving in, “Alright, Roy.” You know he’s smiling big and a curious glance behind you proves it’s even dorkier of a grin than you’d imagined. “Don’t make me regret this,” You huff, settling back around the bow with his gentle guidance.

“Never.”

You release the arrow and, for once, it actually hits the target. The kids go nuts like you’ve just told them they get candy every day forever.

This is exactly when he shows up…

“Figures I’d find the two of you here.”

You startle, turning around with the toy bow and arrow still poised in your hands to find, “Jason.”

“What’s up,” He looks highly amused, though his only tell is the blatant mirth behind his emerald eyes.

Roy removes himself from around your smaller form to face your friend, who also seems to know Roy.

“I thought you didn’t come to these things anymore,” Roy says, confusing you even more.

“You know Jason?”

Roy backs away with an unreadable gaze as he shoots back a question your way, “Have the two of you met before?” It sounds pointed, like he somehow knows you guys fucked in the alley.

Your eyes flicker over to the darker haired gentleman, wondering if Jason didn’t want him to know. He’s smiling like he’s in on something you aren’t, though, so you take it as a sign you can divulge.

“A couple of times,” You respond nonchalantly.

“A couple of times?!” Roy repeats in disbelief, shooting Jason a look he has no choice but to laugh at. After this, Jason and Roy seem to be holding a conversation with their eyes alone.

You hand off the bow and arrow to the little girl who asks to use it before turning your attention back to the men who seem to have come to some agreement without ever having spoken.

“I should’ve known the horndog dad she was talking about was you, Harper,” You look embarrassed to have been caught talking about Roy, but Roy’s too embarrassed that his flirting’s been so obvious. “So,” He drawls with his hypnotizing deep voice. “What’ve you guys been up to?”

“Just this mostly,” You gesture to the glitter and toys scattered around. Your heels are starting to kill your feet, so you make to sit down again.

Both men, much to your amusement, help you down before sitting beside you. The kids immediately come up and try to play with his hair like they were with you and Roy, but it’s too short. They ultimately resort to makeup and more glitter, leaving you to wonder just who the fuck was giving these kids body glitter?

The three of you amuse the kids for a bit longer before Jason signals the two of you to follow him.

Roy tells Lian he’ll be right back and to stay in the childcare area while he’s gone. You watch after the two of them, not feeling Jason’s calculating eyes on the side of your face until you turn and meet them.

“What?”

He just shakes his head with a light smirk. An attendant walks by with a fresh tray of champagne flutes and Jason asks for them to stop and takes the tray from their hands. You raise a questioning brow when he hands you one before downing a glass.

Yeah, you could stand to get fucked up.

You smile, following suit as you down the glass, then another. Soon, Roy sidles up beside you and joins in on a few. Jason easily out drinks you and you’re not trying to get to the point where you’re too drunk. Right now, you feel a pleasant, tipsy hum vibrating across your tingling skin.

Roy takes the drinks slower but still downs one or two.

By the time the three of you are done, the tray of 10 glasses is completely empty.

From there, Jason takes you and Roy around the parts no one else dares venture, ultimately stumbling upon Bruce Wayne’s office.

“Holy shit,” You gasp as you walk into the ornate room.

The entire room is covered in deep, rich wood and is filled with shelves upon shelves of old-looking literature. It looks like what the two cheap sets you’ve been on were trying to emulate but could never come close to.

Your fingers trail delicately across the fabric spines of books that adorn the wall-to-wall bookshelves in appreciation.

“Yeah,” Jason sidles up beside you to pull out the copy of ‘The Happy Prince’ you’ve been eyeing. “Haven’t been in here since I was a kid, but it still holds up to what I remember,” He stares down at your pick before handing it off to you. You hold it delicately, something he chuckles at. “You’re not going to fuck it up; trust me, he wouldn’t notice even if you did. Old man doesn’t have time to read anymore.”

“Oh?” You say, not sure what else to say.

Jason merely nods, “I used to sneak in here or the library after patro- bedtime,” He coughs as he corrects himself. “Wilde is one of my favorites.”

You feel the all-telling stare of Roy from behind where Jason has you trapped against the shelf. When you turn around, however, he pretends to be preoccupied with the random knickknacks on the desk.

“Who’s your favorite, Roy?”

He looks up from the paperweight he’s holding as if surprised to be addressed by you, “John Knowles is always good. Can’t go wrong with Ray Bradbury.”

You nod in approval, missing how Jason’s eyes flash mischievously as he glances between the two of you.

“‘A Seperate Peace’ has always been one of my go-to’s,” You add shyly.

You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s because you’re not at the school, maybe it’s the fact you’re far away from the party, but you actually feel nervous around Roy right now. What’s making it worse is that Jason seems to notice. Much to your chagrin, he ups the ante between the two of you as if finding amusement in seeing the two of you blush so profusely.

Jason suddenly moves from beside you and off somewhere in the corner to fiddle around with an antiqued globe. You watch, trying to ignore Roy in your peripheral, as the top half of the globe opens to reveal crystal glasses and containers.

While Jason pours the three of you more drinks, you and Roy get to talking about, well, just about everything. The cadence and ease at which the two of you switch from topic to topic is incredible. You feel like you’ve known the redhead forever by the time Jason’s handing you a heavy, intricate glass.

You thank him, quirking a brow at his knowing smile. He just shakes his head, “You two are fucking hilarious, you know that?”

You don’t.

A quick look at Roy proves his confusion as well. However, one glance at his friend leads to another one of their eyes-only conversations that seems to bring Roy in on the joke. You, on the other hand, are left to flounder in front of your attractive company.

“And why is that?” You finally bite.

Roy seems content to sip at his glass with raised brows as he watches the scene unfold.

“I’m just surprised you guys haven’t up and fucked already.”

You and Roy begin sputtering at the same time. Luckily, Roy seems to gather his bearings fast enough to respond so you don’t have to make a fool of yourself.

“Jay, what?”

You and Roy still, looking at Jason to gauge the seriousness of his words. Roy then looks down at you to judge your reaction.

You know you shouldn’t fuck him. You really shouldn’t fuck him.

You can’t fuck him but…

“Guess it’d only be fair,” Roy snorts at Jason’s words, but you don’t understand. “I don’t mind sharing with friends.”

The three of you return to a silent stare down of who’s going to be the first to make a move.

Fuck it. You’re tipsy and horny and there are two attractive as fuck men in front of you. This is definitely a far cry from the boring night you thought you were in for.

“Are you sure, Jason?”

Roy’s breath catches audibly in his throat once he realizes you’re seriously considering it, “Princess, you’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t think- I wouldn’t want you to feel like this is,” He trails off, eyes searching yours.

He’s cute and thoughtful, okay? How can you not fuck him now?

With Jason’s blessing, you push forward, corralling Roy against the desk until your chest is flush against his.

“Takes more than liquor and a few glasses of champagne to count me out, Mr. Harper,” You realize too late you’ve used the wrong name, though it doesn’t seem like he minds in the slightest. “Sorry,” You start, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t be,” He bites his lip. “It’s really fucking hot,” His hands close around the mahogany desk behind him as if keeping him from ravishing you right then and there. “Gotta admit, though, it’s been a few years since I’ve done anything,” He begins the tell-tale signs of his signature rambling, but you cut him off with a deep, slow kiss. It steals the rest of the words from his mouth as your body melts against his. “You don’t care that I’m out of practice?”

You slowly wipe at the spit you’ve left on his lips before allowing your eyes to flicker up and meet his. He’s already looking at you when you do, like he can’t believe this is actually happening.

“Not at all,” You smirk lightly at his surprised look as you turn his words back on him. “It’s hot.”

He groans at your words as if he’s holding himself back from flipping your position and fucking you against the desk. He doesn’t, though. Roy sits back against the desk and lets you do whatever you please.

“Really?” He stares down at your wandering hands with wide, uncertain eyes.

You nod, biting at your bottom lip, “I can help you practice.”

His jaw drops and you can’t help but laugh alongside Jason.

“Can I touch you?” His deep voice rumbles across your skin, further spurring the stammering beat of your heart. You nod, but it’s not enough for him. “Tell me you want me.”

You smile up at him, “I want you, Roy.”

“Fuck,” You watch as his dick twitches against the pants of his ugly suit. “Jay, are you sure you want to share?”

He’s sitting in the large chair behind the desk behind Roy, palming himself through his pants, “Just fuck already.”

Jason looks absolutely sinful. His thick thighs are spread temptingly in the head chair with his button-up completely unbuttoned to reveal his toned stomach. His suit jacket remains on, as well as his tie, though it’s loosened and strewn lazily across his shoulder.

Roy exhales sharply before flipping your position in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, you’re being lifted onto the desk with Roy slotting between your thick thighs before your mouth is overtaken by his. You arch extra for Jason, who’s behind you and break away from the redhead to turn around and lean down slightly to kiss the other man.

Jason’s rough thumb runs along your jawline as he flicks his tongue teasingly against yours. Meanwhile, Roy’s hands roam your body tentatively as if he’s scared he’ll do something wrong.

“Jason,” You breathe against his soft lips as you pull apart, “tell him he’s not going to break me.”

“Tell him yourself,” Jason huffs like he can’t believe you pulled away to say that. Soon, he’s shoving his calloused hands into your dress to cup your lofty tits and expose them to the room. You gasp, something he uses as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, though his hands eventually move, finding Roy’s hands and moving over top of them to sink them into your skin.

“Shit,” Roy groans as he finally allows himself to divulge in your curves.

He throws off his blue suit jacket, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt before focusing back on you. His eyes linger over your tits as if memorizing them.

It’s cute.

Your finger beckons him hither. Your half-lidded eyes slip close as two sets of hands and mouths descend upon you in all the right places.

Jason moves to stand behind you at the desk, caressing up and down your exposed skin. His mouth leaves slick kisses along your neck, stopping to suck every few seconds to draw airy moans from your plump lips. Meanwhile, Roy’s mouth attaches to your collarbone, moving lower to suck your tits into his mouth with an appreciative whine as his fingers explore lower.

“Jay,” Roy’s voice breaks, leaving you to moan in response. His fingers trickle close to the top of the slit of your dress, begging to go further. “I don’t think she’s wearing any underwear.”

Suddenly, they’re on each other, kissing over your shoulder with a clashing of tongues and teeth. It’s aggressive and honestly, some of the hottest shit you’ve ever seen. You spread your legs even further before allowing your fingers to trickle up to your pulsating clit, but Roy stops you.

You look at him in dazed confusion, just wanting some fucking relief, but he won’t allow it. “Please,” You beg, shifting your hips flush against the bulge in his pants, but he refuses to relent. “I need you to touch me.”

“Say my name,” He says darkly, fingers hovering right above where you’re desperate for it.

You meet his wanton gaze head-on, whimpering as Jason leaves hickeys across your shoulders. You so desperately want to buck into Roy’s hand, but his firm grip on your hip prevents you from doing so.

“Roy,” You moan, using your cam voice.

He seems to notice because his resolve seems to crumble. “So good, baby,” Roy starts to ramble. “You’re so fucking sexy. You want to get fucked?”

Jason’s breathing sputters against your ear as he finally allows himself to unzip his pants. His hard member rocks against the top of your ass and lower back with his hands reaching around you to tease your nipples. You arch backward against him with a loud cry.

“Please,” You’re not even necessarily answering Roy’s question. You just need something, anything from either of them and you need it right now. You squirm in the hold, bucking and writhing for any kind of contact you can get, but both are playing hard to get.

“Should we give her what she wants, Harper?” Jason ignores your pleas completely.

You mewl when Roy finally rubs his thumb against your aching clit. However, the contact is gone as quickly as it began, leaving you just as desperate as you’ve felt this entire time.

“I don’t know, Jay,” Roy responds sadistically. “Maybe we should make her wait a little bit longer.”

If they’re going to tease you, you’re definitely willing to do the same.

If they weren’t going to touch you, you’d just have to touch them. You waste no time in latching on to Roy’s sweaty neck, nipping and sucking hickeys into his collection of freckles as you mouth along his exposed shoulders.

“How are we doing this?” Jason asks gruffly, stirring excitement in your lower stomach.

Regardless of all the talk, you knew neither would be able to resist much longer.

Roy bites his lip, eyes trailing down your exposed body with his bottom lip bit cheekily as he considers the question. “I’m going to bend her over this desk, fuck her ass up,” Roy gauges your reaction and, when he sees no hesitation, does just this. “Feel free to join in, I don’t care,” He says to Jason as he rubs his clothed erection against your arched ass as if testing the waters, “This alright, beautiful?”

Roy’s cock against your ass, or the dangerous look Jason has in his eyes as you come eye-level with his leaking cock.

“Answer him,” Jason demands cooly. He lifts your head with an assured grip as he draws your gaze from his twitching cock to his dark eyes.

Your body responds earnestly to all the stimulation, moaning his name with a broken, “Yes.”

The tip of Jason’s tongue pokes out to lick at his lips. You watch as his eyes flicker to Roy behind you with palpable desire as he brings his leaking tip against your pliant lips. He slips in with a groan, hands falling to the edges of the desk, curled white-knuckled to prevent himself from completely ravishing your throat right then and there.

“So good,” He praises. His thumb trickles at the corner of your mouth gently while his hips snap slowly but roughly into your mouth. “Now, show Roy how good you are.”

You groan around his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he picks up the pace. At the same time, you feel Roy lining himself up with your cunt and suck Jason more ardently.

Roy’s cock pushes against your tight entrance, slipping in slowly with an appreciative sigh from both of you. You feel him bob up and down from within you as soon as he settles. A quick look behind you proves how his orange locks cascade deliciously in front of his flushed, freckled cheeks.

“You feel so good inside me,” You wiggle your ass around his thickness, spurring an accidental snap of his hips. The sharp momentum sends you forward into Jason who merely cups your face and draws you up for a deep, edging on rough kiss that leaves you backing helplessly against Roy for relief. “Fuck!”

He finally offers it, probably knowing he wasn’t going to last for shit anyway.

His hands caress and spread your cheeks as he sputters out uncoordinated, breathy thrusts into your tight heat. All the while, he spews the absolute most obscene things you’ve ever heard.

He wraps your hair around his hand, forcing the rhythm on Jason’s dick as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. This only lasts for so long before you feel the shakiness in his thrusts.

“Jason,” Roy calls out from behind, “I need to tap for a second.”

Jason merely rolls his eyes, drawing you from his cock to his mouth for a lewd, terse kiss that leaves you breathless. You watch as his muscular form moves around the desk to settle behind you by Roy.

“You still good with this?” Jason asks, still a ways back from your ass that’s arched over the desk.

You look at him from over your shoulder with a playful glint behind your eyes, “Just fuck me already, Jason.”

Jason wastes no time in pushing his tip in. He remains like this, creating lewd noises as his tip bobs shallowly in and out of your slick cunt. “Please,” You beg after he continues like this for another beat. “I need you deeper. Jay, please!”

He chuckles darkly, “Well, since you asked so nicely.”

It’s all the warning you get before he pushes into you fully. He remains seated as you squirm against the large intrusion with desperate gasps and moans spilling from you as you do.

Jason’s thrusts start out innocent enough, exploratory in a sense. They soon grow more desperate and harsher as he responds to the wanton cries you produce each time he bottoms out inside you.`

Soon, Roy’s tapping back in and the fun truly begins.

That’s how you end up bent over the desk in your dress and heels, holding on to the edge of the desk for dear life as both men taking turns fucking in and out of you. It’s completely sadistic how they use your body just the way you need, drawing noises and reactions from you that you’ve never experienced before. If this had been a stream, you know you’d rake in a record amount of tips- how could you not when you looked this wrecked?

You see yourself in the window in front of you, staring at your tits as they bounce in time with the varied thrusts. Eventually, they seem to catch on to what you’re doing and meet your unfocused gaze in the reflection as they make a mess of you.

“Shit,” Jason groans when his tip catches against your entrance as he slows down the pace once again to tease you. It works. You’re left mewling and bucking helplessly against his firm grip that keeps you in place from doing so.

Roy decides he wants you to get a taste of him and take the position Jason had earlier for you to suck him into your mouth. His member is slick and tastes like your pussy, only serving to make you moan wantonly against his thickness. The vibrations only amplify when Jason smacks your cheeks in quick succession, then moves to cradle and soothe them.

You feel completely and utterly used.

Soon, Roy’s breathing sputters in just a way that Jason knows to pull out. He begins to jack off over your jiggling ass as Roy slips inside of you once again. Their lips connect and you watch their sensual kiss through the reflection on the glass as you feel pressure mounting within you.

Your tongue lulls out without you even realizing it.

Jason, however, does.

“Two guys in your pussy isn’t enough for you?” Jason questions darkly as he makes eye contact with you. “You need a cock in your mouth too?” You bite at your bottom lip, giving him all the answers he needs. “Tell me where you need me.”

Like he doesn’t already know.

“I need your cock shoved down my throat,” You maintain eye contact through the reflection in the window as you respond coquettishly. “Will you fuck my throat, Jason?”  “Say please,” He retorts in a dangerous voice that leaves you bucking back against Roy’s dick with a breathy moan.

“Please, Jason?”

“Good girl.”

He complies easily, choking you with his length as he thrusts against your pliant lips.

Roy doesn’t last much longer after you beg Jason to fuck your throat again“Fucking, damnit,” Roy curses, pulling out of you before you can even comprehend what’s happening. “Man, what the fuck?”

You pull off Jason’s cock with a lewd ‘pop’ as you look over your shoulder.

Roy’s got one hand cupped under his dick to collect his come, with the other running aggravatedly through his hair. It’s definitely not the ending you were expecting and you can’t help but laugh. He’s such a fucking loser and it’s only making you more and more attracted to him for some reason.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone wants to hear from a pornstar they bang,” His words only make you laugh harder. He smacks you lightly on the hip, motioning for you to turn over so you can press your bare body into his firm chest. “Give me a sec, babe. I’ve got you.

“I’m actually quite flattered to be called me a pornstar,” You jest as you wiggle into the new position.

“Well, what would you consider yourself?”

“A random bitch who does porn.” He looks at you like you’re insane, “Your video got in the fucking millions, dude.”

He draws another easy laugh from you, “'Dude’ is seriously what you’re calling me right now?”

“No,” He starts lowly, “but feel free to start calling me Mr. Harper more often.” At this, his dick slightly twitches back to life, leaving you to roll your eyes.

You inadvertently gasp when he drops to a crouch, now eye-level with your pulsating cunt. You inadvertently attempt to close your legs, but he won’t allow it. He pries your thick legs open with greedy eyes and a firm grip, preventing you from shutting them again. You groan, arching against his restraint in anticipation of what’s to come.

Jason runs a calloused hand through your hair that’s splayed out across his father’s paperwork. He then collects as much of your hair as he can and grips it, using the hold to force your head back onto his dick. His one hand remains in your hair while the other trails down from your tits to rub at your clit.

Your appreciative moans vibrate around his large member, drawing the most erotic noises you’ve ever heard from the man.

Roy’s tongue finally trickles out, teasing you with light licks along your folds, then pressured kisses to your inner thighs.

“‘M so fucking lucky, babe,” He groans against your cunt as he finally picks up the pace. His tongue seems to know all the right places and all the right pressure to get you bucking against his smirking mouth. “I’ve dreamed about this shit,” He meets your half-lidded gaze as he licks a long, thick trail from your entrance up to your clit. “Fucking you just like this, getting to taste your sweet little pussy,” As if to prove his point, he mouths along your cunt, slurping your juices into his already dripping mouth. “Forced me to sleep in underwear so I don’t have to change my sheets every night, princess.”

“Roy,” You push further against his tongue, hips sputtering against his skillful appendage for more. Your head falls backward, taking Jason back into your mouth with a forcefulness that has him tightening the grip in your hair.

“That’s right, baby,” He says lowly. “Say my name just like that.”

He eats you out, only removing his mouth to shove a finger inside of you when you’re getting close again.

You let out an embarrassing cry, leaving Jason to remove his cock. He smacks your flushed cheeks with his cock so he and Roy can both hear the full extent of you coming undone.

“Please,” You beg, arching off the desk. “Right there, Roy- fuck!”

With two different people working your pussy, you know you won’t last long.

Jason’s calloused pad against your clit and Roy’s expert tongue is all too much. You’ve never had it feel like this before- not even close. All the while, Roy continues to use moves you’ve never felt, but damn do you want to feel them again.

Preferably soon.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I need your come on my fingers,” He says your name like a demand.

You have no choice but to obey when he finally manages a second finger.

You come against Roy’s expert tongue. Your hips sputter sporadically against his curled fingers inside of you, all while you force Jason back down your throat, effectively giving you the best orgasm of your life. When you finally catch your breath, you lift yourself weakly onto your elbows. The sight that meets you makes you laugh as both men are standing in front of you, ready for another round.

Fuck.

This round is hazy and steamy as the three of you find a new, sensual rhythm that drives you crazy.

They continue taking turns fucking into you with sloppier movements, taking turns kissing you and each other as Roy plays with your clit and Jason plays with your tits. At some point, Jason places his calloused hand on your lower stomach in a way that makes every thrust feel so much more intensified. You know you won’t last long.

Your hips snap tantalizingly against Roy’s thrusts. against his fiery hair with reckless abandon as you feel another orgasm drawing near.

“That’s it, baby,” He coos as your face scrunches up in absolute pleasure. “There we go. Give it to me, I want your come all over my dick. Good,” His fluid thrusts milk out your second orgasm of the night.

Your breathing sputters as you release on his hard length, squeezing down as you spasm around him until he’s forced to pull out. You’re still twitching in Jason’s arms as Roy spatters his come across your pussy and lower stomach.

“So fucking good,” You groan, allowing Jason to support the majority of your weight as you slink against his toned chest.

Roy stares at your fucked-out form in disbelief. He notices your smirk and blushes, beginning his usual rambling that you can’t help but be enamored by.

“If you want, my roommate won’t be in for most of the night,” Jason snorts, you assume, at Roy’s attempt to get you back to his place.

You surprise everyone in the room, yourself included, when you ultimately agree, “Alright.”

➸💋➸

You wake up with a headache in an unfamiliar room.

There’s a random drum set in the corner, as well as various band tees and posters littered across the walls.

Memories flood back to the forefront of your brain as you stare at the picture on the nightstand and groan.

Mr. Harper. No- Roy.

You hear the shower going from somewhere close by and use it as a chance to look around and gather your bearings.

You remember the office sex, driving back with Jason so Roy could put Lian to sleep. You remember coming back to Roy’s place and fucking, changing into one of his loose shirts, then watching some dumb movie on his bed with tequila. After that, though, the memories all carry a hazy edge.

You find your dress lying across the desk in his room and silently pad over to it. Underneath the satin fabric is his partially opened laptop that dings out a familiar tone as if on cue. You change back into your evening gown, looking at your phone that lights up with a notification reminder about your stream later tonight.

It’s too much of a coincidence for you not to sit there and debate snooping. Ultimately, curiosity gets the best of you as you open the screen fully.

What you find stops your heart.

He currently has tabs pulled up about some sort of mechanical issue with a motorcycle engine, the other tab is about nearby kids museums and activities. It’s the flashing tab all the way at the end that sends chills up your spine.

It’s your cam page.

Not only that, but it’s his chat log with you, showing the last message he sent.

inmyarsenal: have to stop coming by your streams. tAke this as compensation- no refunds :)

Holy shit, he’s a stalker.

Holy shit, you walked right into it.

The shower’s still going when you finally find yourself able to move again. You waste no time in rushing out of his room, searching desperately for an escape. The front door is too close to the slightly opened bathroom door for you to be able to sneak out of. You turn around and find a balcony, sighing when you realize this is your best bet.

Fire escape it is.

Donning last night's dress and remnants of body glitter, you slip out onto the balcony for your first and worst walk of shame ever.

No, actually, it gets so much worse.

“Well, this is a new one.”

You startle, turning to face Jason who’s smoking, “Jason?” You’re entirely confused. He’s Roy’s roommate??? You move over to the ledge where he’s standing and look down at the ten flights you’ll have to traverse down in your heels with a sigh.

It’s going to be a long day.

“He slept on the couch, you know,” Jason says, taking a drag before offering it to you. “Nothing happened after the movie. I promise.”

For some reason, you believe him, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still seriously disturbed by what you’ve found. For fuck’s sake, Roy had watched your stream before the parent teacher conference knowing it was you and tipped you after. It’s entirely fucking creepy and way too contrived to be a mistake.

The pounding in your head takes over your senses as you take a hit of the cigarette. You sputter as soon as the smoke hits your lungs, immediately wishing you hadn’t taken the shit at all. Thankfully, Jason holds in the laugh you can tell is bubbling in his throat, something you appreciate.

Inside, the faucet squeaks off and you quickly realize that if you’re going, you better go.

You hand back the cigarette and shuffle down the first few stairs before looking back at Jason, “You never saw me.”

By the time you get to the bottom, you look up to find the man’s already gone.

You need a fucking aspirin.

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