#my bed is my lunch table my desk and my sofa

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Being Seduced (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: It’s time for Alex Blake to seduce you

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, mommy kink, dom!Alex, choking, marking, begging, edging, overstimulation, swearing

AN: This is a follow up yo my fic Seducing Her, but can absolutely be read as a stand alone.

Three days. You just had to get through the next three days without losing your mind. Easy. Simple. Anyone could do it.

You weren’t going to make it.

Alex’s fingers brushed along the skin of your neck, pushing your hair behind your shoulder. She was speaking but you couldn’t hear the words, so focused on the feeling of her touch. Her lips curled up in a self satisfied smile.

“Are you listening, darling?” she asked, drawing a step closer.

“Uh huh,” you said, eyes dragging down to the shadowed neckline of her shirt.

Her finger on your chin tilted your head up so you were looking her in the eye. They were sparkling, the amusement clear in her entire being.

“Careful, darling,” she murmured, “only good girls get fucked. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re a liar, would you?”

“No,” you groaned.

“Good.”

Her smile turned gentle before she turned on her heels, striding back into the body of the jet, taking her seat again. On shaky knees, you made your way to the place on the sofa you’d left to make a hot drink. You took a deep breath, steadying your heart until you caught her watching you over the top of her novel.

You thought being at the office might give you some respite but then, you hadn’t gone easy on her at the office. In some ways it was easier, lingering touches and lingering looks not so out of place than when out in the field. By the time you left that first day you were ready to beg her to come home with you.

She knew it. Leaving before you, she offered a wink, a brush of fingertips along the back of your neck, a heated look running over your body.

What you weren’t expecting was the text you received that night.

Lying in bed, getting ready for sleep, the vibration of your phone on your bedside table was a surprise. Assuming it was Penelope sending you a cat video, you picked up the phone then immediately spluttered.

I keep wondering how pretty you’d look on your knees for me

Alex Blake was going to be the death of you.

You left it until the morning to respond to her. It was as if you woke up with the perfect plan in place. Positioning your phone and turning the camera on yourself, you knelt in a matching pair of lingerie you’d bought because you thought it looked hot but then never had the confidence to wear. Bowing your head, but looking up from under your lashes, the timer went off.

Before you could think about it too much, you sent her the photo. You threw the phone on the bed and shrugged on your clothes for the day, resisting the urge to continually check to see if she’d seen the photo.

Sitting at your desk, you were hyper aware the moment she arrived, Union Jack travel mug placed down with a harsh thunk across the desk divider. You glanced up but she was already gone, and that only made you more nervous.

“I thought this was my week to play.”

You jerked, turning your head. She was so close, unexpectedly close. You could feel her breath ghost over your lips and you had to bite back a whine.

“I thought you’d like a… visual demonstration,” you said, “so you didn’t have to wonder anymore.”

“But now I have to go through my day knowing what you look like under all of this.” Her finger plucked at the sleeve of your shirt, “tell me, are you still wearing those delectable pieces under here?”

“Yes,” you replied, lowering your eyes, “I am.”

“You’re really testing me today,” she growled, leaving you be. Still, her gaze sat heavy on you for the rest of the morning.

Sitting with Penelope during lunch was meant to be a break from the incessant heat of Alex’s eyes on you. Even there, she managed to find you, phone vibrating against your leg.

I’m sorry for being so harsh earlier. It was a pleasant surprise to see, but I suppose it got me a little worked up. You’re very pretty on your knees

The heat in your cheeks was enough to tip Penelope off that you’d received something salacious. You were quick to retreat from her dungeon, working out why the praise had made you feel so warm. Sitting at your own desk, it was a relief to find Alex missing.

Should I tell you everything that picture has made me want to do?

Your head darted up, looking from one side to the other. She still was not around.

I can see that got your attention

She couldn’t be watching you. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip as your breathing turned a little erratic.

Shall I tell you, pretty girl? Would you like that?

Your breath caught in your chest.

Yes

You only had to wait a moment for her response.

Good girl

You looked up as the woman you were texting took the seat across from you. She didn’t look at you, instead turning towards her computer monitor, clicking onto something. You averted your eyes, not needing her to catch you staring at her, practically begging to hear her response. Your phone vibrated.

I want to taste every inch of that beautiful skin you so skilfully displayed for me

Your eyes darted up but she still wasn’t looking at you.

I’d like that

Another pause before your phone vibrated.

I thought you might. I also plan on unwrapping the pretty present you’re giving me, taking my time to enjoy each new discovery. I think I could spend hours appreciating each new gift I unwrap

You definitely weren’t breathing anymore.

And then there’s all the way I could touch you. Would your neck look pretty with a necklace of my fingers? I think so

Your own fingers drifted up to the column of your neck, able to imagine it.

And then there’s the way you would feel around them. So wet and soft, clenching around them while you beg for more. I’m sure I could keep you on the edge for so long you forget your own name, pretty girl

You couldn’t look away from the phone, waiting for her to say more.

But then you do look so pretty on your knees. The thought of coming on your tongue, staring down at you as you please me, is making me want so many things. My darling girl, I wish you could feel the effect that image is having on my body right this moment

I wish I could too

Someone called your name. Looking up, your fumbled with your phone, shoving it in your desk drawer. A slow grin spread over Morgan’s face at the guilt so clearly written on yours.

“Meeting time,” he said.

“Yeah, uh, yeah.”

You stumbled to your feet, Alex as always so much more graceful behind you. She took the seat beside you, hand finding your knee under the desk. You froze, not able to focus as she slowed dragged her fingers up your leg, finding the vulnerable part of your inner thigh. Ghostlike, her fingers brushed over your already throbbing core before disappearing to clasp together on top of the table.

The meeting could have been about a rampaging monkey for all you knew, not a single word of it went into your brain after that stunt.

Returning home wasn’t the relief you were hoping for. You couldn’t let yourself bring your own release when the feel of her was still there, those words she’d sent running through your mind. She was much better at seduction than you were, your fumbling attempts nothing but an embarrassment now you were being shown the way by a master.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

You really thought I looked pretty on my knees?

You put the phone down, taking the time to start making dinner instead of waiting with your phone in your hands like someone who didn’t have a life outside her. Which you did. Definitely. You lept for the phone when you heard it vibrate.

I’ve been staring at it all day, darling girl. I’d hardly do that if I didn’t find it such a beautiful image

You smiled into your fist, liking the way her praise made you feel.

Leaving the food to cook you wandered back into your bedroom, slowly stripping the clothes from your body. With careful fingers you positioned your phone again, climbing onto the bed. Turning your back, you fell forward onto your elbows, arching your back. You turned to look over your shoulder, listening to the countdown until the photo was taken.

Personally, I think I look better on all fours

You sent the text with the photo. Shrugging on your robe, you wandered back to your food, glad to see you hadn’t started a fire while distracted. Your phone rang.

“Doctor Blake, this is a surprise,” you said, aiming for innocent.

“When you told me you were full of surprises these were not the kind I was expecting,” she said, soft in your ear.

“That’s what makes them surprises,” you replied, “have I taken your breath away yet?”

“Not quite yet, pretty girl,” she said, “I’m sure you can work harder than that.”

“Is that a challenge, Doctor Blake?” There was a thrill of excitement at the words.

“Let’s see how worked up you can get me before tomorrow night,” she said, “and if you do a good enough job I might let you skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”

“Really?”

Even over the phone her chuckle had you pressing your thighs together.

“We’ll see how well you do,” was her answer before hanging up.

You mulled over your plan while you ate, not even tasting the food. Despite being a linguist, she responded more when she was given something visual to devour. So you set up a photoshoot as best you could, trying not to overthink it.

You sent the first before bed. A shot down your body, legs spread, hand inside your underwear. It had taken great discipline not to continue touching yourself while taking it, her name ready to be moaned. But you wanted to save it for when she was in the room with you.

I don’t believe I told you it was okay for you to touch yourself

You had to bite back a groan at her words.

I can’t help myself. I keep thinking about you

If you be a good girl and stop I’ll make it worth your while tomorrow night, darling

You sent back a selfie of you lying in bed, fingers in your mouth, cheeks hollowed out as you sucked.

Good girl

The next morning you posed in the steamed up mirror, towel hanging low on your hips, arm covering your chest. It didn’t take long to get a response from her.

What a pleasant wake up call

You wandered back into your bedroom, plucking two of your nicer bras from the draw. Slinging on a pair of jeans you posed in each one in the mirror.

Red or black?

Darling girl, I doubt you’ll be wearing it long enough for it to make much of a difference

Lacy and see through it is

You purposefully put the phone down as you hurried to make breakfast, chugging some coffee in order to help you get through the commute to Quantico. Pulling on your shirt, you chanced a glance at the phone.

You don’t think that one deserves a photo too?

I have to leave some surprises, don’t I, Doctor Blake?

You just want me imagining how you’ll look tonight, naughty girl

Maybe

You had to rush out the door to not be late for work.

Alex was already sitting at her desk when you arrived, sliding into your chair just as Rossi appeared at his door. You saluted him, offering a grin in his direction. He rolled his eyes, disappearing back into his office. Alex’s eyes were resting on your face.

“Busy morning?” she asked.

“Some days it can be so hard to decide what to wear, you know?”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled over at you. You had to bite down on your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot, even though that’s what you wanted to do. Her eyes dipped down and you knew she was imagining what might be under your shirt.

At lunch, while spearing some salad on your fork, you figured you’d given her enough of a break. Finding the picture of your own hand wrapped around your throat, back arching into the camera, your lips open in a groan, cut off just past the tip of your nose, you hit send without thinking.

Careful, darling, you wouldn’t want to scar Reid with such scandalous photos

And how would I be scarring Reid with them?

If you insist on sending those photos while I’m talking to him, you have to reap the consequences

Consequences?

Well, unless I’ve misread the situation, I’m the only one you’re sending these photos to, and I would like to keep it that way. You look too pretty to be shared

You shifted in your seat.

So I should stop sending them? Because I have a couple more from last night I didn’t show you

Send away, pretty girl. Just be aware of who’s eyes might be seeing them

You’re the only one I want seeing them

Correct answer, my good girl

You felt yourself preen at her words. You hadn’t realised how much you would like praise until it came from her.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?”

You yelped, dropping both your phone and your fork. Morgan’s laughter followed you as you scrabbled under your desk to retrieve both. He was leaning against your desk when you emerged.

“You got a girl you haven’t been telling us about?”

“I have so many things I haven’t been telling you about, Morgan,” you replied.

“Want to fill me in?” he asked.

“Why? You that desperate to live vicariously through me while your own love life flounders?”

“I’m doing fine for myself,” he replied.

“Then keep focusing on that rather than playing detective with my life,” you said.

“You know about her mystery girl, Blake?”

You hadn’t even noticed her returning to her desk.

“If I did you would last one I told,” she replied.

“You wound me, ladies,” he said but did leave you alone after that.

You shared a look with Alex over the desk divider. There was a smirk playing around the corners of her lips and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

Later, on your way to the bathroom, you sent off another picture you’d taken. Bent over the desk in your home office, legs spread, heavy gaze looking over your shoulder, you hoped she would enjoy the imagery while sitting at her own desk.

Is that what you’ve been imagining all day? Having me bend you over my desk right here in the bullpen until you’re begging for me?

I thought I was too pretty to be shared

So you do listen to me. Good. I’ll be testing that out later tonight

Returning to your desk, she was gone, a note left by your keyboard. You plucked it up as you sat, taking a moment before you opened it. Alex’s handwriting met your eyes.

7:30pm don’t be late

An address was scrawled below. Your heart fluttered, realising that Alex must have left for the day while you were gone. It was a struggle to wait until a reasonable time to leave Quantico for the weekend. Especially as you tried to hide how eager you were, especially from Morgan who kept raising his eyebrow at you.

You rushed back to your own home, stripping out of your shirt and trousers, flinging them aside as you tried to figure out what to wear. The address was residential, and you had no idea if she’d be taking you out somewhere. A black dress. You couldn’t go wrong with a black dress. Right?

You liked how you looked in it enough, knowing that what was underneath was the real show for Alex. You did your best to change up your makeup so it didn’t just look like a less smudged version of what you’d been wearing all day. It had been a while since you’d been on a date and you wanted her to tell you how pretty you were again.

Eager, you had to sit in your car for ten minutes before knocking on the door right on 7:30. The door was pulled open and your breath caught in your chest. You’d always loved her in a turtleneck but now you were changing your mind. Your new favourite was a blouse unbuttoned just enough for you to catch a flash of lace underneath.

“My eyes are up here, darling girl,” she chuckled, finger under the chin tilting your face up to her.

“And they are beautiful,” you said, following her over the threshold, “but that doesn’t mean the rest of you doesn’t deserve my appreciation.”

She shut the door, leaning over your shoulder, bringing her face close to yours. Your eyes fell to her lips. Just as you began to lean forward, she spun away from you, crooking her finger. It took a moment for you to follow her.

“Did you dress up for me?” she asked when you finally joined her in the kitchen. Something was bubbling on the stove top, smelling delicious.

She turned to look at you when she didn’t get an answer. You nodded, clasping your hands in front of you, lowering your gaze to your feet.

“You look beautiful, darling,” she said, lifting your chin again.

The heat in your cheeks came unbidden and her eyes practically sparkled. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Almost good enough to eat,” she murmured.

She drew closer, practically pressing you against the counter. Your hands landed on her hips, wanting to draw her closer.

“So what will it be, sweet girl? Dinner or shall we head right to dessert?” she asked.

“I did well enough for dessert first?” you asked.

“This was supposed to be my turn to drive you crazy but all that’s happened is I’ve ended up being teased beyond comprehension,” she said, long fingers playing with the end of your hair, “those pictures have been driving me wild, my darling girl.”

“Then I want dessert,” you said.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She kissed you, all consuming, like she was consuming you. You pulled her closer by her hips, until your body was pressed against hers, needing her more than you’d ever needed anything before. She lifted you onto the counter, hands running up your legs until she was pushing past your skirt. Your hands pushed into her hair, kissing her from above. She was gripping your thighs with an iron grip, tongue taking its time to explore your mouth.

You loved having her between your legs, touching you, kissing you with all that intensity. You moaned into her mouth, muffled by her lips, tugging on her hair until her neck was arching up. Not able to stop yourself, you trialed your lips down, tongue darting out to taste her skin. Her fingers tightened for a moment as you found her pulse point.

She pushed you back after a moment, stepping from between your legs. You whined until she tugged you off the counter, arm wrapped around your waist. She kissed you again, softer this time, before turning you and shoving you against the counter. Her lips attached themselves to your neck, hands sliding around your body. Hands cupped your breasts and you whined again, not able to contain it. You lent back against her, head tilting as her teeth sunk in before the pain was soothed with a soft tongue, hands fondling you. Her name was a gasp on your lips, already a needy mess for her.

“Such pretty noises for me, sweet girl,” she murmured into your skin, “I want to hear them all.”

“Alex,” you begged, “please.”

“Please what?”

“I need you so bad,” you moaned as her fingers found your nipples through layers of clothing.

“Darling, you know nothing about need,” she growled, “you’ve been teasing me for weeks now. I will be taking my time with you.”

The edge of the counter dug into your stomach as she pressed you forward again, pinning you as she went back to your neck, fingers playing. Your breathing was already erratic and your knees felt weak. Her hand slid up your body, grasping your chin, turning your face towards her. Her next kiss was all tongue and teeth, moaning into your mouth while your fingers clutched at the countertop.

Her hand dipped below the neckline of your dress, seeking out more of your skin. You gasped, her fingers finding your bare breast, brushing over your hardened nipple. She made a pleased noise, kissing you deeper as she pinched. A stuttered groan fell from your lips, back arching into her touch.

“You’re going to be so good for me, aren’t you?” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed, head falling back against her shoulder.

Her other hand was creeping up your skirt, fingertips soft against your skin. Finding your inner thigh, she must have been able to feel the way you were trembling. Ghosting over your covered core you would have happily let her take you against the countertop while still fully clothed.

“Come on, pretty girl,” she said, removing her hands from inside your dress, “I’m sure we can find somewhere so much more comfortable.”

She took your hand, leading you upstairs on wobbly knees. She paused part way up, hands cupping your cheek and stealing your breath in a swooping kiss. She was all there was for you.

You didn’t get the chance to look around her bedroom before she was kissing you again. Your hands were roaming up her back, pushing under her shirt, seeking out the warmth of her skin. She sighed into your mouth when your nails scraped down her spine. You’d never felt this out of control before, your sole focus on her. The rest of the world didn’t exist.

She spun you again, pushing you face first onto the bed. With a hand between your shoulder-blades, she kept you pinned to the mattress as her other hand wandered up the back of your thigh. Pushing your skirt up around your waist, one of her feet knocked yours apart. Tracing the edge of your underwear, she hummed. You squirmed.

“Hands on the bed, sweetheart,” she said.

You didn’t think, following her instructions. Her own hand ran down your spine, grasping your ass roughly.

“Keep them there, okay?” One of her fingers dipped below the line of your panties, stroking over the skin of one cheek.

“Yes, mommy,” you moaned.

A pause then a low chuckle.

“Oh, I like the sound of that from your lips,” she said.

Once again, fingers ghosted over your covered core, making you whine again, squirming as you tried to find more. Managing to find your clit through your underwear, she pressed down, for just a moment, earning a guttural moan from you.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look like this,” she said.

Her finger hooked into the waistband of your underwear.

“But this is a sight all for me, isn’t it, sweet girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” you gasped.

Slowly, she began to pull your underwear down your legs, exposing you to the air. You shivered, feeling so exposed to her. Her hands landed on your ass again, gently massaging. You felt the brush of her hair against your skin. You expected to feel her fingers or her tongue between your legs. What you felt instead, was teeth sinking into the flesh of your ass. Your surprised moan corresponded with a rush of wetness between your legs.

Fingers trailed through your folds, gathering wetness. You trembled as she found your clit again, slowly circling it. Her tongue ran over the bite mark she’d left on your body before laying soft kisses on your skin. Keeping your hands on the mattress, you tried to shift your body to get her finger where you wanted her.

“Please, mommy,” you moaned.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“I need-“ Her tongue ran over you, hot and wet, turning your words into a messy moan. You pressed your face into the mattress, not finishing your thought.

“What do you need?” she hummed against your heat. The feeling had your head spinning, “use your words, sweetheart.”

“I need-“ Her finger brushed against your clit. You couldn’t stop your hips pressing back, seeking her out.

She gave no warning as she drew back, leaving you feeling weak. She’d barely begun touching you and already you felt desperate. You held your breath, not sure what she was doing. A finger trailed through your heat again before disappearing.

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me what you need, you can put that pretty mouth to a more productive use.”

Her hands on your hips guided you up again. You whined at her fingers dipping into your heat again, ghosting over your clit, before she was turning you towards her. You watched as her fingers toyed with the buttons of her shirt.

“Here’s what’s going to happen now,” she said, popping the first button. Your mouth went dry, “are you listening, sweetheart?”

“Yes, mommy,” you said, eyes snapping back up to hers.

“Such a good girl for me. You’re going to get down on your knees and use that wonderful tongue on me. You don’t get to get up until I say you can,” she said, gently cupping your cheek, “do you think you can do that, sweet girl?”

“Yes, mommy,” you breathed.

“Help me with this, won’t you?”

Your fingers made quick work of the rest of her buttons, grazing against her skin. She shrugged the shirt off and you devoured her with your eyes. So much skin on display, so beautiful. She made your head spin.

Her fingers pushed her trousers and panties down her legs. With a strong hand on your shoulder, she pushed you down until you were on your knees, looking up at her. She smiled down at you, stroking a hand through your hair.

“So pretty,” she mumbled.

She sat on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs. Your tongue dragged along your bottom lip, not able to look away from her dripping heat. You crawled towards her, desperate for a taste.

“Go on, sweetheart,” she said, “I know you want to.”

You first taste of her had your eyes rolling back in your head. You groaned against her cunt, a little breathy moan falling from her lips. Her hands fell to your head, pressing you against her. She wound her fingers through your hair, tugging when your nose bumped against her bundle of nerves.

You lapped at her, drinking your fill. You hadn’t realised how starved you were until you were given permission to feast. Desperate to take your time with her, you let your exploration be slow. The way she moaned your name only spurred you on. You could have spent all day between her legs, bringing her to her peak over and over again for as long as she let you.

Your tongue dipped into her entrance. Her fingers tightened on your hair, an absolutely filthy moan filling the air. You pressed the flat of your tongue to her clit before beginning to circle it. Her taste was heaven and you only wanted more.

Sucking her bundle of nerves between your lips, her hips began to roll against your face. When you looked up her body, her head was thrown back, lips parted, bra gone. You hadn’t noticed her removing it and felt a dip of disappointment at that. However, watching her palm her breast made up for it.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that,” she moaned, “you’re doing so well for me.”

You moaned against her, the praise only spurring you on. Her fingers tightened in your hair, thighs begging to tremble beside your ears. You wanted more praise from her, wanting to please her. Your name was nothing but a moan on her lips. You kept her on edge for as long as you could.

When she came, it was as if you’d found nirvana. Her fingers were painful in your hair, the sound she made your new favourite sound. Looking up her body, you found her dark eyes trained on you, flush high on her cheeks. You kept going, tongue cleaning her up, not wanting to miss a drop, not wanting to waste a moment.

“So good,” she mumbled, “such a talented mouth.”

Your tongue dipped back into her entrance, shallowly fucking her. A strangled noise came from her chest and her fingers caught in your hair. She pushed you back, ignoring the way you whined. Her breathing was erratic, chest heaving. You watched, entranced, wondering when you could get your mouth on her breasts.

“Come here, darling girl,” she said, hand on your shoulder guiding you back up.

She pulled you onto the bed, kissing you before you could do anything. You landed on her lap, straddling her legs, as her tongue delved into your mouth. You groaned, shifting, your bare cunt not finding any purchase on her. She took her time, possibly pay back for how long you’d taken between her legs.

Her hands skimmed up your legs, pulling your skirt up but not touching you where you needed her most. You whined, hips rocking, looking for some friction. Continuing their journey up your body, they pressed against your lower back, moulding your body against yours. Gathering your hair into one hand, she pulled until your head was tilted to one side, her lips finding purchase on your skin.

“Are you ready to tell me what you need, sweetheart?” she murmured into the crook of your neck.

“I need you to touch me,” you moaned.

“I am touching you, sweet girl.” Her fingers trailed down your spine in emphasis.

“I need you to fuck me,” you whimpered.

“You need that, do you?” she hummed.

“Please, mommy,” you begged.

“Alright, sweet girl. You did so well for me I think I can give you that.”

Her lips were as slow as her hands as she pulled the dress off you, exposing skin inch by inch. Greedy fingers sought to map your body as you moaned into her mouth, your own caught up in her hair. Her hands trailed around your ribcage, cupping your breasts. Leaning back, she swept her eyes down to them, darkening when she saw exactly how lacy and see-through the insubstantial bra was.

“How long have you had this, sweetheart?” she asked, watching your nipple harden under the ministrations of her thumb.

“A few months,” you ground out, arching into her touch.

“And did you buy it with the intent of me seeing it?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” you replied, “I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh I do like it,” she said, laying a lingering, “I like it very much. So beautiful for me. Such a gorgeous girl.”

Her lips descended, catching your nipple between lips. You sighed, head falling back, baring yourself for her. The scrape of her teeth drew a long low moan from you.

“You look so pretty in it,” she mumbled into your skin, “but I’m going to take it off now. I want to see you completely unhindered.”

Her fingers were quick unhooking it. She helped you pull it from your body, dropping it to the floor. Her hands were back on you, fingers rolling your nipples as dark eyes watched you. She was devouring you with her gaze, playing with your body.

“I don’t think you know how long I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you like this,” she said, “how I’ve longed to touch you. So pretty. So beautiful.”

“Fuck, mommy, want you so bad,” you moaned.

“Why don’t you get on all fours for me, sweet girl?” she suggested, “you looked so pretty in that picture for me. I’d love to see it in person.”

You scrabbled off her lap to get into position, shame long since gone. With your forearms braced on the mattress, you left your ass in the air, legs spreading. Her hands were back on your skin, drawing patterns through the slick coated on your thighs.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re dripping for me,” she said, sounding so pleased by it, “have I really effected you this much?”

“You’re so hot, mommy,” you moaned as her fingers ghosted over your folds, “make me feel so good.”

Your head fell forward when you felt her tongue on you, your groan loud in the room. Your fingers clutched at the comforter as her tongue delved into you. Her hands were holding your hip, keeping them still while she drank her fill of you. The noises coming from you were not for anyone’s ears but hers. A linguist with a silver tongue was not surprising, but was driving you crazy.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” she moaned against your cunt, the vibrations making your nerve ending sing, “could spend forever right here tasting you.”

“Need more, mommy,” you whined when her tongue began to circle your clit, “please.”

Her tongue didn’t let up, exploring you for so long you thought you might not be able to remember your own name. Your internal muscles clenched around nothing and you were begging her for more, but she just kept lapping at you, never quite enough to sate your needs.

She ignored your whines as her fingers finally joined her mouth, seeking out your clit. Her tongue pushed into you as her fingers circled over your bundle of nerves. The sigh of relief at the feeling only seemed to urge her on. She fucked you with her tongue and you felt the pleasure building, the coil tightening.

She drew back, a sob falling from your lips. Your body cried out at the loss. Soft lips pressed kisses along your spine, soothing the sting but not what you needed. Her finger ghosted over your clit again. Your whimper had her chuckling against your shoulder blade.

“You make such beautiful sounds,” she said, “and so responsive to me.”

“Mommy, please,” you begged.

“Alright, sweet girl, you’re being so good for me, doing so well.”

With a hand on your shoulder she pulled you up until you were sitting on one of her thighs. One hand slid down your stomach, coming to rest at the apex of your thighs. The other trailed a path up your chest, between your breasts, until they rested against your neck, circling it, holding you upright against her.

Her fingers rubbed against you for a moment, coating themselves in your slick. Your head fell back against her shoulder, moaning when she found your clit again. Her fingers tightened for a moment around your neck just before she thrust into you.

She let you fuck yourself on her fingers, grinding down until her palm met your clit. She kept murmuring encouragement in your ear, so soft and coaxing. Her words made you breathless and her fingers felt so good and it was all becoming too much.

The hand around your neck slipped down, finding your breast again. She pinched your nipple right as she curled her fingers, finding just the right spot. Her name was a strangled moan and she picked up the pace, no longer letting you control it. Her front was pressed against your back, arms curling around you, keeping you right where she wanted you.

When you fell apart, her lips had just closed around your earlobe. Her name was a prayer on your lips and you shuddered, unable to catch your breath. The pleasure felt all encompassing, drowning out everything else.

You expected her to stop, to ease you through it, but she kept going. Your fingers dug in to her forearm but she still didn’t stop. It was overwhelming, the pleasure just on the edge of being painful.

“You can give me one more, can’t you sweetheart?” she breathed into your ear, “I just can’t help myself with you. I know I’m being greedy but you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, mommy,” you ground out.

“Good girl,” she said.

The open mouthed kisses she was pressing to your neck were soft but her fingers had set a relentless pace, thumb harsh on your clit as she worked to chase your high. You were nothing but the feeling of her on your skin, nothing but the moment her fingers curled again, the moment she bit down on your shoulder. No one had told you pain could feel so delicious.

Her hand came up to your throat again, holding you upright when all you wanted was to slump forward. The feeling of it, so on the edge of being dangerous, was addictive.

“Come on, sweet girl, I know you can do it,” she encouraged.

Your second orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks. You went rigid against her, her name practically screamed into the night air. Black spots darkened your vision and she was all you could feel. This time, her fingers slipped from you once you began to relax.

She was careful with you, lowering you onto the mattress. Arms curled around your body, pulling you in until your head was resting against her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Fingers carded through your hair and soft kisses were pressed to your hairline. You looked up, seeking out her lips. She kissed you, arms tightening around you.

“You did so wonderfully for me, sweetheart,” she mumbled against your lips, “such beautiful sounds and so good at following my instructions.”

“Wanted to make you happy,” you said, pressing further against her.

“Oh, my darling girl, I’m so happy,” she said, soft kiss pressed to your forehead.

Your legs tangled with hers and you let your eyelids slip closed. Her fingers were tracing patterns down your spine and she kept running her lips along your skin.

“I’m going to clean you up, okay?” she asked, an indeterminate time later.

“‘Kay,” you said, letting her slip from your hold.

She was gone for a moment before returned, cloth damp against your skin. You watched her, the way she concentrated on you. Your heart swelled, just a little, at the sight. When she was done, you sat up, holding your arms out for her. She didn’t hesitate to join you.

“Did you leave food cooking downstairs?” you asked, remembering the smell when you arrived.

“I was making soup,” she replied, “it had a while to go simmering on the stove.”

“You knew I was going to pick dessert first.” It wasn’t a question.

“I can read you like a book.” She shrugged, “and I can be very convincing when I want to be.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

She kissed you, silencing your laughter. You pulled her closer, wanting to feel the press of her skin against yours.

“Come on, you need to eat,” she said.

She held out a hand to you, pulling you off the bed. You shivered, the air cool now you were no longer in the heat of passion. She pulled you closer, her skin warm.

“After dinner I suppose I should go,” you said, trying not to sound disappointed.

“Who said anything about you leaving this weekend?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Alex, I didn’t bring anything with me. I don’t even have a change of clothes,” you laughed. The look she gave you silenced your amusement almost before it began.

“You won’t need them,” she told you.

“What? Why?”

The look she gave you was heavy, loaded, and it made you need to press your thighs together again.

“You wanted to show off this beautiful body of yours so badly all week.” Her finger trailed down your skin, making you involuntarily arch into her, “so now I think there shouldn’t be anything hiding it from my sight.”

And true to her word you were naked until you left early Monday morning to swing by your home before returning to work feeling far more satisfied than when you’d left Friday afternoon.

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[notyour-valentine]

The Boy in the Window 6 ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Series)

Chapter Summary: Talk of strike, Charlie's questions and a scare push (Y/N) further than she would have liked.

Notes: Well, well, well, welcome back! Thank you so much for all your lovely comments on the precious parts and your continued interest. We are about at the halfway point, so let's find out how New Year's Eve has changed Tommy and (Y/N)'s relationship- I hope you enjoy! I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

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Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

Wordcount: 4766

Part 6

[Previously]

On New Year's Eve, a wall had come down. She hadn't heard the crash, nor had she felt the earth rumble, but in the light of the fading debris, it was hard to deny. It wasn't each and every wall they had built around themselves, not even close, but it was a wall that no longer existed. 

And (Y/N) Hale found that she was no longer afraid of Tommy Shelby. 

She no longer flinched when she saw his figure in the window or heard the way he knocked on the back door. She was still nervous around him, but it was a different kind of nervous. It still made her stomach flutter, but it no longer made her feel sick to her stomach and while her skin tingled, it didn't itch with the anxiety to remove herself from his reach. Not now, not when she knew just how gentle his touch could be. 

He sensed it too, that change, and seemed to prefer it infinitely to what they had before, because he came around. Not just occasionally, but more frequently, so frequently in fact that she now always set the table for him too, just in case.

Unless it was lunch, he was there more often than he wasn't. Sometimes he came earlier, whenever time would allow and then he'd sit and watch Charlie. Or sometimes he would come and join her in the kitchen. 

And so she found herself one afternoon sitting at her kitchen desk, cutting up carrots right next to Tommy Shelby himself, who was making sure the potato water didn’t boil over, leaning against the counter with a cigarette between his lips, listening to the distant chatter of children playing in the living room. 

She soon realised that, even now, there were several different versions of Tommy Shelby, and one in particular only showed his face when the children were in bed, when the fire filled the living room with warmth and when she seemed to be the last living soul in Small Heath who had not been claimed by slumber. 

He seemed younger then, and more vulnerable than she would have thought possible. Perhaps, by now, his body remembered, even if his mind did not. 

Sometimes he would talk, mostly of old times before the war, and sometimes, though a lot rarer, even about what was happening now. Some nights he would just stare into the fireplace, and she would watch him- the sharpness of his jaw, the thick outline of his lips, those bright eyes with that bottomless darkness in them, but also light too, which he kept locked away from the world. 

Of course, it wasn't always like this. Many evenings, he was away too late for her to be awake for his return even if she had wanted to. Some times he'd run in and out with nothing but a few words.

But overall, the greatest beneficiary from that wall coming down was Charlie, whose little face lit up every time he saw his father sitting at the kitchen table or gracing the sofa. 

Even Emma had gotten used to him, and maybe even grew to like this curiosity of a man because he took his time to answer all her questions, which were many and more. 

Today, they were all sitting down for dinner, the four of them, her across from Tommy and the children across from each other.

It was too early for Tommy to eat, but (Y/N) had always eaten with Emma so she ate with them now, while he sat on his chair next to the window, a cigarette between his lips and the rolled up newspaper next to his empty plate.

(Y/N) had already seen Emma throw glances at it several times before she finally reached over and picked it up with a frown. 

Putting it down in front of her, she braced her hands on the table and glared at it in the way some wartime minister would study battle plans. 

"What's this when it's finished?", (Y/N) wanted to know after a while. 

Slowly Emma took her finger and began to trace one of the larger letters. 

"That's an S.", She announced a triumphant grin on her face.  

"How do you know?", Charlie wanted to know, leaning closer at once.

"Because it looks like a snake. See. Sssssnake is S."

She traced it once more.

"Here, look.", Tommy said, taking off his golden signet ring and handing it to his son. 

"Another S."

"S.", Charlie repeated, his fingers brushing over the engraving. 

"Why do you have an S on your ring, Dad?", He asked as he twisted it between his fingers. 

"For Shelby."

"But Sh doesn't sound like s!", Emma argued at once. 

"If you take an S and add a h it's sh.", He explained as he took the ring back from Charlie. 

“Not S-eitsch?” 

“No, Sh.”

Emma huffed in disapproval, but it didn’t last long. 

"Is that sh too?", She asked and pointed at the headline of the newspaper. 

"No, that's a t.", He said. "S-t-rike."

"Strike.", She repeated, diligently analysing the dark marks, while mumbling under her breath. 

"S t."

"What strike? Like a lightning strike?", She asked, settling back down on her chair and picking up her fork.

"No. It's a worker's strike.", (Y/N) said and then looked to the household expert on these matters, not knowing how to explain it to the children. 

With a sigh, he leaned back. 

"Imagine you're the captain of the boat."

"A boat of pirates?", Charlie asked.

His father nodded. 

"That way you are the boss. And you decide how much everyone gets from the treasure. But you're not alone on the boat. You've got the other pirates who help with the oars and the sail because it takes more than one man to sail one, yes?"

Both children nodded. 

"Now imagine you're out at sea and one day all the other pirates aren't working the oars or raising the sail. They're just sitting on deck and doing nothing."

"Why would they do that?", Emma asked. 

"Because they want more money and because they think that the Captain can't sail the ship without them. So they tell him that they will only keep sailing the ship if he gives them three more gold coins each. And because the captain can't sail the ship alone, they think he has to agree."

"Or they'll throw him overboard.", Emma laughed. 

Tommy Shelby choked on his drink, coughing violently as his eyes turned teary- staring at Emma with a mixture of shock and disbelief.  

(Y/N) couldn't help the snort of amusement. She quickly raised her napkin up and covered her mouth to hide her grin, but the fabric did nothing to stop the sound of her giggle, even though she tried anything in her power to hide it in a cough of her own before biting down on the inside of her lip.

From across the kitchen table, he shook his head slowly. And yet there was a hint of a smile on his lips. 

"Unbelievable.", He muttered, drawing out the words. "Not only the factory workers and me family, now you're up against me too, eh?"

(Y/N) felt her cheeks burn but not in a bad way, not only at least.

"You started it.", She reminded him, still unable to stop her grin. 

"What's so funny?", Charlie demanded to know, looking from her to his father and back. 

"(Y/N)'s being naughty.", Tommy told his son, clicking his tongue as if he was scolding her. “Tsk tsk tsk.”

Charlie's wide-eyed surprise was met by Emma's breathless delight. 

"Mummy!", She exclaimed, finding it even more hilarious when she couldn't hide the heat that rose to her head. 

"Mummy, he said you were naughty!" 

"I don't know what he's talking about.", She insisted. "After all, he brought up the boat comparison."

She quickly took a sip of water to have something to do with her face except just feeling it burn with a flush.

"Did I now?", He wanted to know, leaning back. 

"Of course.", She argued. 

"What would you have said?"

It was a challenge, she knew and so she turned to the children. 

"You know, when people want to make things better for them and others, it's always best if they work together. Then, they can come up with a good plan and other people are more likely to listen to them. So when people aren't happy with something they have to do, they go together in a group to tell the person doing it to them that they will go on strike until they change things and because a group is always stronger than just one person, it works."

"Sometimes.", Tommy muttered. 

It was another challenge, she knew, but not one voiced at her. 

In a way, Jessie Eden had chosen the worst time for her activity, with all the Shelbys here, on edge and with a lot of time on their hands. 

She could only hope there wouldn't be any actual throwing overboard happening. 

"I'm going on strike.", Emma announced after having thought on it for a while. "and Charlie to."

"I am?", Charlie asked, as surprised as the adults were. But Emma nodded with the age-old certainty of a priest and the righteousness of a revolutionary. 

"We're going on strike. We're no longer eating our vegetables until we get chocolate pudding every night."

Charlie decided to assess her reaction before either joining in or voicing his protest, glancing at her suspiciously. But it was Tommy that spoke. 

"That's not how it works, Emma.", He said. "Out of all of us here, your Mum's the only one that can go on strike."

"Why?", She demanded to know. 

"Well,", Tommy said, leaning back in his chair. "Imagine one morning your Mum decided just to stay in bed. She won't wake you up. She won't warm your clothes in front of the oven and she won't help you get dressed. You won't get your warm milk and who will make you breakfast? And lunch? Or dinner? Who'll buy all the food and make sure your home is nice and clean?"

(Y/N) bit the inside of her lip as she stared down at her plate. 

"No food, no warm milk, no cuddles, no hugs, no songs."

"Not even good night songs?", Charlie asked, his jaw dropping. 

Tommy nodded. 

"So you better be good, or your Mum might decide to strike.", He told Emma, who frowned. 

Then her face lit up with a wide smile and she pushed her chair back. 

In a split second she had climbed into her lap, both legs dangling on either side of hers as she smothered herself into (Y/N)'s chest who barely had time to put her fork down.

"But she's not going to go on strike.", She announced as one arm snaked up to caress the side of her face. 

"You sure about that?", Tommy asked. 

She nodded eagerly. "Cause she's my Mummy. And she loves me. And she won't ever stop being my Mummy. So she'll always give me all the hugs and all the kisses I want!"

To prove her point she pulled (Y/N)'s face down to kiss her and get a kiss of her own. 

"Right you are, Love.", She said, stroking over the top of her head. 

Then she sat her down onto her two feet again. 

"Now no more talk of striking while you still have some vegetables to eat."

She rolled her eyes, but (Y/N) noticed that she ate them all and without protest.

She was also particularly good and easy during bedtime, unlike Charlie, who slouched and lingered. 

“Come on, Charlie, time for bed.”, she called from Emma’s room. 

When he didn’t come, she went to search for him. 

She found him sitting on the first steps of the stairs, already in his pyjamas. 

“Did you say good night to your Dad?”, she asked. 

He didn’t respond, his head leaning against the bannister.

“Charlie?”, she asked suspiciously, dropping Emma’s and his dirty clothes in the basket before she turned to him.

“What’s wrong?”

She crouched down next to him and stroked the side of his face. 

Without looking at her, he shook his head. 

“Charlie?”, she asked again, feeling his forehead to make sure he had the temperature. But there was nothing. 

“Is it true what Emma said…at dinner?”, he asked softly, leaning his head against the bannister. “That you won’t ever stop being her mummy because you love her? That’s why you do all the things you do…”

“Yes.”, she confirmed, as she sat down on the step next to him. 

“My mum doesn’t do these things.”, he whispered. “She can’t 'cause she’s dead. So she can’t love me.”

(Y/N) felt her heart drop.

And for a moment she felt lost - as if she had been pulled underwater, ripped downstream by a currant stronger than the power in her arms and legs. And she had nothing left to hold on to.

But she knew what he wanted. He was reaching out into the emptiness and the only thing he could possibly hold onto was her, so she had to make sure he could. And that she was steadfast enough to provide the comfort he sought. 

So she took a deep breath to gather herself before answering.

“Just because your mum is in heaven, does not mean she doesn’t love you anymore.”

He only huffed, clearly not believing her.

“You know, Emma’s dad is in heaven too.”, she told him, using that storyteller voice of hers she knew he liked. “He’s all the way in heaven and he still loves her from up there.”

She took her sigh of relief too soon, as Charlie’s head snapped around to look at her. 

“But Dad doesn’t think God’s real. And if God’s not real he can’t take people up to heaven and so my mum’s not there!”, he insisted. 

This is so far above my weight class, (Y/N) thought, but she was in the ring now, and so it was too late for her to chicken out. 

For his sake more than her own. He was still too young to lose faith. 

She smoothed the skirts of her dress down and patted her knees. 

At once, had scrambled onto her lap, burying his head in the crook of her neck as his hands coiled into the fabric of her dress, a tell-tale sign of a desperate need for security. 

She leaned her head against his and allowed her arms to wrap around him, gently rocking him. 

“Darling,”, she began slowly, “I don’t think your Dad doesn’t believe God is real. I just think that maybe your Dad doesn’t like him very much.”

That was a lie. 

She was rather certain that Tommy Shelby didn’t believe in God at all, but it was a lie, she hoped, she’d be forgiven for. It wasn’t a lie to hurt after all, but one to cause comfort. 

“Why not?”, Charlie whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. 

Because he had seen war. He had seen death and slaughter without mercy. Because if there was a God he was either not all powerful, or not all knowing or he simply did not care enough to save them. But those questions were difficult, and not hers to answer. It was easier to just believe. Even if it was the cowardly thing to do.

Of course she could not say that to Charlie so instead she stroked the back of his head. 

“Because God could have been kinder to your father.”

Him and many others. 

“Does God mind that Dad doesn’t like him?”, Charlie wanted to know, his fingers stroking down her sides, along the pattern in the fabric. 

“No.”

“Why?”

She smiled softly as she held him tighter. 

“Do you remember that in church we sometimes call God Father?”, she asked. 

He nodded. 

“That’s because he is. In a way, God’s a Dad.”, she said. “He loves you and everyone else, even if you are angry at him, or even if he is a bit angry at you. Even if you’re hurting, frightened or upset.”

Leaning her chin on the top of his head she allowed herself to close her eyes. 

Her interpretation of faith wouldn’t fly with the church, but who were those men in long robes to have more authority to speak on God than she did? She doubted they even knew any more about God than she did, spending their days looking into those Bible texts all day long. Didn’t the Bible say to appreciate and protect his work in the real world, and not just in holy places? (Y/N) was fairly sure she knew a lot more about the real world than they ever would. 

And so she felt no guilt, as she continued. 

“Even if you don’t believe in him. He will still love you and take care of you. Cause that’s what Dads do.”

“And mums.”, Charlie added, looking up at her. 

“And mums.”

He tightened his grip on her and gave her a squeeze as if he feared she could slip away. She let him, and she held him until he was ready to let go, before taking him up to Emma’s room. By now, there were two children’s beds here - both new and both brought in by Tommy a few nights ago so that they no longer had to share.

She read and she sang and then she kissed them good night and tucked them in. 

~

It was no longer a surprise to find Tommy Shelby awaiting her with expecting eyes, leaning back on her sofa, whisky in hand. 

She offered him a small smile, but he only stared. 

"Do you believe that?", He asked. 

"Pardon?"

"What you told Charlie."

"Oh.", She whispered as her blood ran cold. "I…I didn't know you heard. I'm sorry."

It wasn't her place to speak on these things to another person’s child but at the same time, Charlie had asked. And she had to tell him something. 

"Do you believe what you said?", He asked once more. 

A slight frown appeared on her forehead. 

"I think so.", She admitted. 

He took another sip of whisky and shook his head. 

"Why? Your father wasn't much better than mine and I like him a lot more now that he's dead."

She blinked quickly- up until now she had not known what happened to Arthur Shelby Senior. But she could not claim to mourn him, even if he had never been cruel to her. Only her judgement was not the one that mattered. His was. 

"That's why I said Dad and not father.", She said. "And man can be a father. But not all can or get to be a dad."

Her eyes drifted over to the picture on the mantelpiece and the man it showed. She saw him more in Emma than she saw him in that brass frame.  

"Which one am I, eh?", He asked, his voice rougher and lower than she was used to. And his eyes shone. 

"Which one do you want to be?", She asked, using the same soft tone she had used with Charlie only a little while earlier. 

He snorted and shook his head, his hair falling in his face. 

"As if that's all it takes."

His snarl was cruel, and it didn't pass her by without cutting her. But at the same time, she knew he was only lashing out to hide his own pain, and in this case fear. 

"I think it's a big part. The most important part, really. Because if you don't want it, you won't get through the sleepless nights, the messes, the frustration, the fights and the exhaustion."

Tommy stared at her for a moment, as if weighing her words against the entirety of the world. Whatever judgement he came to, he kept from her. Instead, he slowly held out his hand. 

She took it and let him pull her onto the sofa next to her, but to her surprise he did not let go of it, but chose to hold on. 

"You're so soft.", He remarked after a few silent minutes had passed. 

"Soft as in stupid?", She asked. He couldn't mean her hand. They were far from soft, with callouses and needle work scars. 

"No.", He said. "Soft like soft."

That told her little more. 

"How can you still be so soft in a place like this?"

Now she understood his meaning and she sighed. 

It was true, hard places breed hard people and Small Heath had its fair share of those. Perhaps she was stupid, or at least more stupid than most, more naive, maybe even weaker. But at the same time she was far from the only one in this part of the city who was like she was, at least to people they know. To outsiders, it was a different story.

Still, he wanted an answer. 

"Emma I think.", She admitted. "Children have such a unique way of seeing the world, as if everything is good, or at least supposed to be good."

"But it's not, is it?", He asked. "Not even fucking close."

"That doesn't mean we get to stop trying.", She said, sharper than she had intended. 

It made his head snap around and his eyes widened the same way Charlie's did when she had to scold him. 

So she softened her tone, before she voiced something that had left a bitter taste in her mouth long before tonight.

"You should talk to him.", she said cautiously.

"I talk to Charlie."

She picked pieces of dust off of the fabric of her dress instead of meeting his eyes.

"About his mother, I mean."

He pulled his hand away as if he had burned himself and shifted in his seat. Despite the crackling fire, the temperature seemed to have dropped at an instance.

"I don't want to talk about her.", he snarled through clenched teeth.

"And you don't have to.", (Y/N) agreed, "Not to me and not to your siblings or your aunt, not to anyone really, except Charlie."

When she looked at him again, she was met with a face turned to stone, harsher than she had seen in a long time.

"He has a right to know her, and you owe it to her to make sure she's more to her son than a picture on the wall. He doesn't remember her and he won't know her, not unless you talk to him."

Thomas Shelby exhaled the way a bull would exhale before charging, every muscle in his back so tense she thought they might burst.

But then, to her surprise, he dropped his head into his hands and sighed, hiding his face from view.

~

“Mummy?”, Emma asked. “Can we go to the church green today?”

“I see no reason against it. Tommy?”

He raised his hands, resigning himself to her judgement. 

Before he had time to lower them, a gunshot cut through the early morning air. 

Emma flinched so hard, she dropped the cup of milk. It shattered into a thousand pieces and spilled milk all over her nightgown and the floor. 

She wasn’t the only one who flinched. 

For a split second they were frozen as (Y/N) desperately stared at Tommy for guidance, for help, for anything.

“Upstairs.”, he ordered as he leapt to his feet. “Down and away from the windows. Don’t let anyone in!”

With that he ran off. 

“What’s happening?”, Charlie asked, sensing his father’s distress. 

“A car’s got problems.”, she lied, lifting Emma up so that she wouldn’t cut her feet on the shards, and taking Charlie by the arm. 

“Come on, you heard your father!”, she insisted sharply. "Go- go."

She ushered them up the stairs as quickly as she could and into Emma's bedroom. Out of all the places in her house, this was the one she considered the safest. 

She drew the curtains and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. 

"Come here, both of you!", She snapped. Both children came without argument, huddling into her. 

They knew that this wasn't normal, that something had happened which frightened them- and if the adults were frightened, children weren't far behind. 

Now, in the silence, she could do nothing more than to hold the children tight as the fear set in- but it wasn't just fear. It was icy cold terror. It found its way under her skin, through her veins and into the depth of her heart, freezing all of her until even breathing became a chore. 

Oh God- oh God please. 

She didn't even know what to pray for, or what not to pray for. 

What if someone came in? What would she do then? What could she even do? She had no gun- and she couldn't fight. 

But if someone entered, she couldn't just stay up here and wait to be found with the children. Or rather, have the children be found with her. 

She'd have to leave them, have to go down and lie and bargain and do whatever needed to be done. 

And only hope they would leave her alive and the children unnoticed. 

Yes, she could get through that, through anything. She would have to and so she would. 

There simply was no other option. 

"Mummy?", Emma finally asked, "Mummy, it's not a car, is it?"

It snapped her out of her almost trance-like focus. 

Her eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears. 

Oh my darling girl. 

She stroked over her head and kissed her temple, hoping the way only desperate people could hope that this wouldn't be the last time. 

"Sometimes cars have problems.", She told her. "And they make bad noises and if one doesn't take care of them properly, they become very dangerous and could even explode into a thousand little pieces."

"And Dad's gone to take care of it?", Charlie asked. 

She nodded, pulling him in tighter too. 

They waited for what seemed like half an eternity, until Emma's stomach began to rumble, but she knew not to ask for breakfast. She probably could tell by the devilish focus (Y/N) had on the door and the way she listened for everything, for anything. 

When she heard the movement in front of the door, she felt like she was falling. 

"Stay here.", She told them. "Don't make a sound, and don't come. No matter what happens."

No matter what you might hear. 

The children closed the gap her absence left at once, Mrs Tatters and Duffie between them. 

When she reached the top of the stairs, she could hear the key being turned on the lock- leaving time for another silent prayer. 

It opened slowly, and the person that had done it took the time to close it from the inside and lock it thoroughly. 

Even though his silhouette was painfully recognisable she waited until she could see him in full light to be sure. 

"Oh thank God.", She whispered, clutching the bannister as she no longer trusted her legs alone to hold her. 

"Just me.", Tommy Shelby said, staring up at her. "Just me. It's alright. It was just Arthur shooting a fucking bottle."

In that moment, she could have laughed. 

In that moment, she could have cried. 

But first she had to calm the children. 

"Dad, Dad, did you fix the car?", Charlie asked. 

"The car?", He asked, until he caught on. 

"Yeah. All fine, my boy. All as it should be."

"Does that mean we get breakfast now?", Emma asked. 

"Yeah- think so.", Tommy told her. 

(Y/N) felt foreign in her own body as she descended the steps carefully. 

Once she stood in the kitchen door she noticed the white puddle on the floor and the shards. 

She had forgotten all about it. 

But the children were hungry, so she hurried to make a few sandwiches and told them that they could eat in the living room. 

That excited the both of them and gave her time to clean up. 

Kneeling on the floor with a bit of old newspaper in one hand, she tried to collect the shards with the other. But as she reached for the pieces, they blurred in front of her, becoming one with the white milk, slipping from her grasp. 

“Oh bloody hell!”, she hissed under her breath, cursing herself for her foolishness, for her shaky hands, for the fact that she couldn’t just focus on the simple task ahead of her. 

"(Y/N)?”, a distant voice asked as she tried once more. 

“Hey, hey, hey- slow down!”

There was a sharpness in his tone that made her stop and look up to him as her eyes began to burn.

“Oh (Y/N).”, he sighed, as he knelt down in front of her. His hands reached out and clasped hers, and only then did she realise how violently they shook. 

“I’m sorry.”, she whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m just being foolish.”

She wiped her forehead with her sleeve, as she took a shaking breath. 

“It’s alright,”, he assured her. “It’s alright, eh? C'mere. C’mere!”

A large hand found the back of her head and pulled her in - and she let him. 

His arms wrapped around her as she closed her eyes and buried her face in his white shirt. 

He smelled of cigarettes and the scent of his shaving cream, of earth and of smoke from an open fire. And maybe it was that similarity, which brought tears to her eyes.

“I didn’t know what to do.”, she whispered. “I wouldn’t have been able to do anything. Nothing at all. If they came, I could have done nothing.”

“But they didn’t come.”, he told her, stroking the back of her neck. “They didn’t and they won’t.”

You don’t know that. 

You can’t know that. 

John is dead. 

Mr. Gray is in the hospital. 

And you can’t know that they won’t come. 

“It was just Arthur being foolish - just fucking Arthur.”, he told her, swaying slightly with her in his arms.

She forced her eyes shut and leaned into him, into the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms.

“You’re safe. The children are safe. It’s alright. I promise, it’s alright.”

He told her again and again until she allowed herself to believe it. 

“What’s wrong?”, she heard Charlie's voice. 

(Y/N)  pulled herself away from Tommy’s embrace and saw his son standing in the doorway, his now empty plate in hand. 

But she didn’t know what to say to him.

“(Y/N)'s not feeling well.”, he told him. “So you’ll take her and make sure she sits down in the living room and I’ll make some tea, eh?”

“You don’t have t-”, she tried, but he shook his head. 

Diligently, Charlie stepped forward, taking her hand in his, stroking over it with the other. 

"Come now.", He told her, eager to fulfill the task set before him by his father. 

End of Part 6

~

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[cami-stuffs]

Pushing Towards You

Chapter 7: Life Changing

"I guess you'll get tired of the school, mum. You're coming here every day." Ártemis passed her arms for her mother's shoulders and kissed her head. 

They were heading to the yard. It was a Sunday, and the next day, faculty members would be back. Larissa thought it would be nice to have a last feast outside. 

"I'll never get tired of Nevermore." Calista looked around and spotted Larissa and Gaia at the table, chatting before dinner. "Good evening, ladies."

"Good evening." Larissa and Gaia cheered in unison as Calista sat beside Larissa with Ártemis beside her and between her mothers.

"Did you get some rest?" Larissa whispered to Calista.

"I did, thank you. What about you?" Calista wanted to know.

"I did. We'll start the planning week tomorrow, so I decided to take this last day off." Larissa sipped her wine and winked at Calista.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow, Mumma C?" Ártemis crossed the conversation. 

"I don't. Do you? Would you like to do anything?" Calista was willing to lie on the sofa and watch a movie all day. But, if Ártemis was up to something, she'd enlist.

"No, I don't." The girl answered. "Thanks, God!" Calista thought. "I plan to spend my day in my room and organize myself. Maybe I'll go to the library. Do you care? If I stay here tomorrow, I mean."

"Not at all. By the afternoon, we can have some food at The Weathervane. What do you think? Gaia and Larissa could come with us if their staff meeting ends." Calista suggested to the group.

"Good idea, but I'm depending on the Principal?" Gaia said jokingly, glancing at Larissa.

"Well... We have a meeting right after lunch, but as if it is the first day, I won't take your time too long. We can meet you two at The Weathervane." Larissa agreed.

That night, Gaia went to bed earlier. Calista didn't mention it, but she knew the woman was nervous about meeting her colleagues the next day. Ártemis followed Gaia minutes later. The girl had a full week.

"Shall we move it to my office?" Larissa suggested as she and Calista remained at the table having their wine.

"Sure. Let's go." Calista went after the blonde.

Calista could look properly at Larissa's office without the pressure of the first meeting. The structure was the same as in her time, but the furniture was more stylish now. The room smelled Larissa's perfume mixed with the wood materials. The fireplace was lit up, and light also came from the lampshades. Calista chose one of the chairs in front of Larissa's desk. To her surprise, Larissa sat right beside her in the other chair. 

"I was trying to come up with a conversation starter, but after seeing you every day for the past week, I have to reach the point." Larissa sat and reclined in the armchair. "What happened that night? After the school reunion. Why you left me? We had a perfect night, and the next day, you're gone even before I wake up."

"We did have a perfect night, and that was the problem." Calista began. "After 10 years apart from you, my feelings were unchanged after graduation. I wanted to be with you. But you were doing so great in your career. That night, you didn't mention Morticia even once. You were all about your job and research."

"Well... I was succeeding. I was proud of myself. Did that bother you?" Larissa was in defense mode now.

"Not at all. I could see you were happy." Calista resumed, taking Larissa's hand. "Larissa, I've never hidden from you that I thought you were brilliant. And if you can remember, being shadowed by Morticia was always an issue between us. That night, at the reunion, you seemed free of all that judgment and comparison. I saw the real you."

"Okay... But why? Why leave?" Larissa anticipated. 

"I spent the night awake. I wanted to be with you, but I couldn't ask you to stay and leave all behind. And, honestly, I was not ready to give up my profession and go after you wherever you were." Calista admitted. "So, I decided for both of us. At school, I couldn't have you because of Morticia. Then, I couldn't have you because you were finally showing yourself to the world. And trust me, the world needed you."

"I must say it was selfish of you." Larissa has a saddened voice. "I've called you many times after that. I would have stayed, you know that." She lowered her eyes from Calista.

"I know. That's why I never answered your calls. I know you'd leave all your life behind and follow me. But, I guess I didn't want that responsibility, you know? Making you give up on your job, and eventually, you'll regret it." Calista finally gets to the end of it. "I could not deny that to you for my benefit."

They felt silent. Calista could see Larissa battling inside her mind. Her selfish decision led to this moment. Larissa was the Principal at Nevermore, but she was also lonely. Calista had a family instead. 

"Have you ever imagined how it would be if you didn't flee from us that day?" Larissa kept her eyes on the fireplace. "If you have allowed me to make my own decisions." That was bitter, even for Larissa.

"Every single day since that morning," Calista confessed. 

They looked at each other, and there was nothing left to say. Twenty-two years were clarified in minutes of conversation. From now on, they were a blank page. None of them could tell what would happen. Suddenly, withdrawing them from their thoughts, Calista's phone rang. It was Ártemis.

A: Hey, mom. Are you still at the school?

C: Hey, babe. I'm at Larissa's office. Why? What happened?

Larissa looked up, concerned.

A: Nothing happened. I'm fine. I was just wondering if you can stay the night. Here, with me.

Calista heart sank.

C: Hold on. I'll put you on the speaker, and you ask permission from your Principal.

Ártemis repeated the question to Larissa.

L: Of course, darling. Your mother can stay the night with you.

Larissa gave a soft smile to Calista.

A: Thank you, Ms. Weems. I'll wait up for you, Mum.

C: I'm on my way, precious.

"I think it's better if I go now." Calista stood up. "Good night, Larissa."

"Good night, Calista," Larissa answered, still on her chair.

Calista turned around and headed to the door. She put her hand on the doorknob, and before opening it, Calista backed off and went in Larissa's direction. The blond kept an eye on her, unable to make a move. Calista then straddled Larissa's lap with one leg on each side, cupped her chin, and kissed her. That kiss was a passionate one. It was from two people who were held apart from each other for a long time. 

Larissa kissed Calista in return, putting the hand on her back and pulling them closer enough so their front touched. They sustained the kiss until they reached for breath.

"Could you shift now?" Calista asked, panting, touching her forehead to Larissa's.

"Shift?" Larissa was puzzled. And then, she realized. "Wow...shift. Are you sure?" Larissa smirked.

"More than sure, Riss." That was the push Larissa needed. The pet name. Larissa always enjoyed it when Calista called her 'Riss.'

"Remove the pants and undergarments for me, darling," Larissa said between kisses. And so Calista did it, standing up but keeping her lips on Larissa's, making the blonde lean forward.

As she did it, Larissa took the opportunity to lift her dress and lower her panties. And there it was where it should be Larissa's wet slit was a height-matching knob.

"Let me lube it up for you." Larissa was about to spit on her hand when Calista sat, letting it slide inside her.

"There's no need for lube," Calista said with a smirk. She kept still for a few seconds to adjust before it became unsustainable; she started grinding.

"Oh, my goodness, Lis, I've forgotten how wet and tight you were for me, darling." Larissa was with both hands on Calista's hips, helping her on the riding. "I won't last long." She was breathing heavily in Calista's neck crook.

"Oohhh...me neither." Calista was speeding her movements. She was feeling something rise from her core. Her muscles were contracting while the orgasm was being built. "Riss... I'm gonna cum."

"Could you hold on, babe? I'm almost there." Larissa quickened the pace even more, forcing Calista's hips down. "Oh, Lis, I missed so much." She panted. 

"I missed you, Riss. With all my heart." Calista said back, grabbing Larissa's shoulders.

That was it. This tenderness exchange was enough for both of you to cum together. Larissa embraced Calista and put the head on her panting chest. They kept it that way for a few seconds, feeling each other's body. Calista felt the emptiness when Larissa shifted back. 

"That was..." Calista started.

"Heaven." Larissa completed, making the other chuckles.

"Yeah...That was." Calista whispered. "I'm afraid I have to go. Ártemis is waiting for me." She stood up, putting her clothes back. "Thank you." She pecked a kiss on Larissa's lips, smiling softly. 

"My pleasure," Larissa smirked, rubbing Calista's cheek with her thumb. "I'll take you to the door to enjoy more of you."

Larissa embraced and lifted Calista from the ground. Calista seized the chance to intertwine her legs around Larissa's waist. Larissa giggled and carried the woman between kisses to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," Larissa whispered, rubbing her nose on Calista's as their forehead touched.

"Yeah...Good night, Riss." Calista said softly as Larissa put her on the ground.

"Good night, darling." Larissa kissed Calista's lips one more time.

It came to a hand that Calista knew the school corridors. She could not remember how she managed to get to Ártemis quarters. In a blink, Calista was knocking at the girl's door.

"Hey, Mum." Ártemis received her mother by the door. "Sorry to call you at the last minute. I was just fancying your company tonight." She hugged Calista tightly. 

"Ohh...babe, that's okay." Calista kissed Ártemis' head, and the girl put it in her chest. Despite the height difference, Ártemis knew exactly how to bend and suit Calita's embrace. "I would have come even if I were in Jerico already."

"I love you," Ártemis said.

"I love you too, my precious." Calista was caring for the girl's hair. "I'm glad that you are taller than me, you know. Because I'll have to borrow your clothes to sleep."

"Haha...Yeah. You can choose from the wardrobe. Would you like to take a shower? You seem hot." Ártemis looks intensively at her mother's cheek. It was reddened.

"Yep. I need a shower, indeed." Calista smelled Larissa's scent and could not say if Ártemis could too. "Wine makes me feel hot."

Calista was lightheaded. All she could think of was Larissa. After 22 years, they finally repaired the misunderstanding, and now she was eager to know what the future reserved for them. Calista was conscious that this future depended on the job application. If she stayed in Jericho, she and Larissa could figure out what kind of relationship they would like to have. But, if she didn't get the job, she could not tell if they would like to have a relationship from a distance.

"Good night, my pretty girl." Calista returned from the shower and sat beside Ártemis. "Thank you for the invitation to stay with you."

"Good night. I'm glad you're here, Mum." The girl answered. "I wish you could stay for good."

"Me too, honey." Calista held her tongue to not tell her about the job. She didn't want to give hope to her daughter. "Sleep tight, Angel." She kissed Ártemis' on the forehead and lay on the spare bed.

Before set to sleep, Calista checked on her phone. Once it was Sunday, her job application didn't receive feedback. Nevertheless, she was expecting exactly what she found. A message from Larissa. 

L: I can't stop thinking about you.

It was sent minutes before she went for a shower. So maybe Larissa was already sleeping. 

C: That makes two of us.

Calista was not waiting for a reply, but gladly, it came.

L: I wish you could be here by my side. But I'm glad I'll be able to see you first thing in the morning. See you tomorrow for breakfast. Sleep well. Xx

C: See you tomorrow, Riss. Sleep tight. Xx

And then, Calista hit the bed.

The next morning, Calista was preparing herself for breakfast and waiting for Ártemis to finish her mourning routine when she saw an income e-mail in her phone notifications. It was from the job application. They would like to see Calista for a meeting lunch that day. It has to be a good sign, isn't it? Calista wondered.

Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

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[1hoverman0k]

Thank you for beating up my TV, my big sofa, my recliner, my coffee table, my left end table, my lamp, my ceiling fan, my carpet, my right end table, my desk, my computer, my table, my lights switch, my cabinet, my carpet, my stairs, my room, my cookie jar, my cookies, my kitchen cabinet, my drawers, my oven, my dish washer, my refrigerator, my appliance, my stove, my wine cooler, my food, my lunch, my picnic basket, my sofa, my dining table, my small chair, my oven mitts, my dining chair, my washing machine, my dryer, my dehydrator, my sink, my faucet, and my bed

[bazthefirstborn]

hi sorry Ive been dead for a few days I have been doing my actual job smh anyways I am back to say

god I want to destroy this man

I want to make him choke on my cock and fuck him until he needs more than a cane to stand with

I want to face fuck this man and bend him over his lab table or desk so any time he goes to work with Jayce he’s reminded of me splitting him open and filling him up with so much cum he doesn’t have to eat for the next day

I want to have him ride me while I’m sitting in his chair with the door unlocked so he fears that someone will walk in

I would invite Jayce to watch me fuck him so hard he cries

but I also want to hold him against my chest and convince him to take a break from work

I want to cuddle him in bed and make him breakfast in the morning and pack him lunch for the office

I want him to lay with his head in my lap and tell me about his day and the experiments he’s conducted

I want to take little baths with him and make dinner so he knows to take breaks

I want to sneak up on him while he’s working late in his office so I can kiss his neck and convince him to take a rest on the sofa in his lab

I want to pick him up and take him home every night, shower with him, make him some food, and cuddle with him until he falls asleep in my arms

I want to lay with him and tell him how gorgeous he is and how much I love him

I want to kiss all over the ”imperfections” on his face and tell him how much I like them

I want to fall asleep looking at the stars with him and have him tell me about his childhood

I want him to be comfortable enough to open up to me about his illness and his past traumas so I can help him get through and process them

I want to show this man that he is capable of love and capable of being loved

I want to show him how to take care of himself so he doesn’t need to put his whole being into his work

I want to teach him to have hobbies

That is all I am in love with him

god he’s so PRETTY

sososo sorry for rambling bc I am high and it is like 2 am but i love men

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[torreshalstead]

20 hours

First fic for One Chicago Appreciation Week 2022 and Burzek Appreciation Week 2022! AO3 link

Prompts - Chills and ‘Why won’t you let me in? What are you afraid of?’

Summary - Those 20 hours in solitary had affected Adam more than he cared to let on and he was hiding it from everyone. But he works in an elite unit so people are bound to notice.

Notes - I played around with the timelines a bit but it’s set after the Season 2 episode ‘Prison Ball’ but includes elements of Season 5 as Hailey is present

Adam woke with a start. Breathing heavily, he ran his hands over his face in an attempt to wipe the sweat away, cool the chills and calm himself down. It had been 5 days since those 20 hours and he hadn’t slept through the night once. He looked to his right and breathed a sigh of relief to see Kim still sleeping soundly, curled on her side. At least he hadn’t woken her up he thought as he looked over at the clock. 3:38am. The earliest he could get into the bullpen without arising suspicion was 6, any earlier and people would start asking questions and this was not something he wanted to talk about.

Getting out of bed quietly so as not to wake his sleeping girlfriend, he walked into the kitchen. Coffee, that would ensure he stayed awake for the rest of the day and no one would know any different. Whilst waiting for the coffee machine to finish, he looked around. His once manly bachelor pad now bore signs of someone in a happy relationship. There were pictures on the fridge, cushions on the sofa, that Adam had no idea how they got there, and two glasses with the dregs of last night’s wine on the coffee table. Adam smiled to himself, even with everything going on in his head right now he still had her. She was the love of his life, for that he was sure and he knew he had to get over this, for her sake if not for his own.

-------

Dragging himself into the precinct at 6am was not what he had planned today yet here he was. He went straight into the break room to make another cup of coffee, it was going to be a long day. His phone chimed shortly after he returned to his desk – it was a picture of the note he had left Kim on her mug and a message saying I love you too. A small grin crept across his face.

‘What’s got you smiling like a fool’ came Kevin’s voice. Adam had been so preoccupied that he hadn’t even noticed him coming up the stairs.

‘Nothing’ Adam said.

‘Yeah nothing to rhyme with Burgess’ Kevin smirked.

If there was one person who understood the relationship he had with Kim, it was Kevin. The two hadn’t necessarily gotten off to the best start in relation to her but now Adam understood that he was only looking out for her, and he appreciated someone else having her back.

-------

By the time lunch came around, Adam was on his fourth cup of coffee and people were starting to notice his irritable behaviour. He had snapped at Jay when Jay asked what was wrong. Had barked orders at Hailey even though she outranked him. Al had called him out for zoning out during their meeting and Voight, well Voight could tell something was up.

‘Ruzek’, the gruff voice of their Sergeant said, ‘my office, now’. Adam groaned internally, getting called to the Boss’s office was never good news and he knew after the way he was behaving today, it definitely wasn’t.

‘Sarge’ he said when he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

‘You going to tell me what’s going on or do I have to drag Burgess up here and hear it from her’. Oh, great Adam thought, he thinks it’s my relationship that’s getting in the way of the job, whereas the relationship was the only thing keeping him afloat right now.

‘It’s nothing Sarge, and it’s got nothing to do with Kim, she’s great, I mean we’re fine. I just…’, he took a breath, ‘haven’t been sleeping great, think I just need a new pillow is all’ he said with a chuckle. Voight didn’t look convinced.

‘If that’s all, close the door on your way out’.

‘That’s all Sarge, I’m good’. And with that, he left Voight’s office and headed straight to the locker room. He sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands, I’ve got to get over this he thought. If not I’m out of intelligence and that can’t happen. Just as he was trying to pull himself together, he heard a voice.

‘Adam, hey, what’s up?’ He looked up to see Kim walk in, she looked concerned. ‘You didn’t text back this morning, I just wanted to check you’re alright. You’ve been gone every morning this week before I wake up’.

Adam rubbed his face, ‘I’m all good darlin’’ he said with his signature grin, ‘just had paperwork to catch up on’. And with that, he got up, quickly pecked her on the cheek and headed back to the bullpen, leaving a very confused and worried Kim in his wake.

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Adam was the last to leave the bullpen that evening and once he thought he was alone he headed back into the locker room. He knew Kim had gone home earlier; she had text him to say she was going to cook if he was home before 7. It was now 9 and he had shot her a message back to say the team had to stay late. In reality, Voight had a meeting in the Ivory tower at 5 and the rest of the team apart from him and Jay had left before 6. Jay had headed out a little while ago and he had just been staring at the screen until he thought he was alone. He knew Kim would probably be in bed by the time he got home which meant he could hopefully avoid the conversation he knew was coming.

When he got to the locker room however he saw that he wasn’t alone. Jay was sat on the bench waiting for him.

‘Ruze, talk to me man’.

‘It’s nothing Jay really, I’ve just not been sleeping, need a new pillow, you know the story’. He tried to play it off but he could see Jay wasn’t believing him.

‘That’s not it though is it’, Jay said in a slow calm voice. ‘You’ve been like this ever since that UC case. The one in the prison’.

Adam bristled, he wanted to say something, anything to deflect what Jay was saying but he couldn’t get the words out.

‘Going into the hole must have been hell man, I’ve heard the stories. It’s normal that it would have affected you. Hell, you’d be crazy if you didn’t get torn up over what you saw.’

Adam sat down facing his locker, not wanting to see Jay’s face.

‘I’ve seen the look in your eyes before’, Jay took a deep breath, ‘I’ve had that look in my eyes too. When every time you close them your back somewhere that broke you. It’s normal but you’ve got to get some help man. Have you told anyone the real reason you’re not sleeping?’ Adam shook his head. ‘Not even Burgess?’.

Adam scoffed. ‘What do I tell her? Hey Kim, you know your big strong cop boyfriend who’s not afraid of bullets. Well he got locked in a room for 20 hours and went almost crazy and now he can’t sleep because he keeps having nightmares.’

Jay looked at him slowly, ‘yes’ he said simply. ‘Tell her and she’ll be there for you. Hell that girl is crazy about you and heaven knows why’. He chuckled quietly. ‘You’ve got PTSD Adam, at least on some level’ he said as Adam looked at him and tried to interrupt. ‘20 hours locked in a room with no windows, hearing sounds of other prisoners going crazy, not knowing when you were going to get out. That’s a lot for anyone to take. Even a big strong cop’. He said with a smile. ‘I’ve known men bigger and stronger than you, crack under a lot less’.

‘But that’s different’ Adam said.

‘Why, because it was war. Men are men Adam, in prison, on the streets or on the battlefield. It doesn’t mean what we see or hear doesn’t affect us. You should talk to someone. When I had all that stuff with Morgan, therapy got me through it. Well therapy and Upton.’

Adam looked up at him with a curious expression.

‘Yeah, she basically told me if I didn’t go to therapy and start dealing with it, she was going to ask for another partner’.

‘Damn, for someone so small, she’s feisty’. Smirked Adam, Jay nodded and laughed.

‘She is, but it took that for me to realise that me not dealing with it wasn’t just effecting me. It was having an impact on those around me, those I care about.’

‘But therapy’ Adam said, ‘talking to someone about my feelings and crap, not sure that’s for me.’

‘I didn’t think it was for me either, thought I’d be weak if I went to see someone but it helped. It really did. But start with talking to Kim, she knows somethings up. We all do. And she might surprise you.’

With that Jay patted him on the shoulder and headed out leaving Adam with a lot to think about.

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Adam took a breath before opening the door to his apartment. She loved him, he thought to himself, she loved him.

As he walked in, Kim turned her head to see him from where she was sat on the couch. ‘You’re home late’, she said. It wasn’t said in an accusatory tone, it was laced with something else, worry, perhaps.

Adam took of his jacket and draped it over a chair before making his way to sit next to her.

‘Talk to me Adam’, Kim said softly as she took his hands in hers. ‘Why can’t you let me in? What are you so afraid of?’.

This was it thought Adam, this is the moment I might lose her. And with that he started talking. Once he had opened the flood gates, it didn’t seem like he’d ever stop.

He told her how he hadn’t been sleeping because every night it felt like he was lying on that hard slab and all he could hear was the shouts coming from the neighbouring cells. He told her how he felt like he’d been in that room for days and when it turned out it was only 20 hours he was ashamed of how he felt. He told her when Kevin seemed fine straight afterwards that he must be weak for acting the way he was. He told her that he didn’t want her to think less of him because he was having nightmares so he made sure she fell asleep before he even dared to close his eyes. He told her how Jay had cornered him this evening and told him to talk to her and that maybe he should get some therapy. He told her how he had scoffed at the idea because good cops don’t need therapy. He told her how the reason he hadn’t told her any of this was because he was scared. He was scared she would look at him with pity, scared that she would think he was weak, scared that she’d leave him.

All through this, Kim watched him whilst he talked, holding his hands but never interrupting. She knew he had to get it all out and when it seemed like he had finished, she gently squeezed his hand and he looked at her.

But it wasn’t a look of pity that Adam saw, it was a look of love, a look of pride.

‘It took a lot to tell me all that Adam’, Kim smiled, ‘I always thought you were the strongest man I’d ever met’. Adam heard the past tense and looked away. Kim squeezed his hand again and he looked back. ‘But now I realise that you’re stronger than I ever thought and I love you more because of it.’

Adam had tears in his eyes and let out a weak laugh.

‘And we will get through this together, and if you want to go to talk to someone then…’. Adam interrupted her, ‘I do’ he said. ‘I think it’ll help’. She smiled, ‘then I will drive you to the appointments and wait until you’re finished. Then we can come home together, and talk about it, or not if that’s what you want, but we will do it together.’

Adam’s smile became even larger as he wrapped her into a hug and gently squeezed. How did I get to be so lucky he thought as he held the woman of his dreams and realised that tonight, he might actually get to sleep through the night, for the first time since that hideous day.

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[kaedeakeshisworld]

Misunderstanding

cw: Y/n being wife material, a shopping session to end the day, Leo and Y/n are the it couple for some reason insert emoji here, a little bit of a heated argument, reader-chan leaves Leo unannounced, Haruki is such a wonderful man ( still defending his boss though)

wc: 2819

gist: Y/n is going to confront Leo about the conversation she overheard when he was in his office. Is he going to tell her the truth or is he going to brush it off because it isn’t about her?

c/s: here you have it the second chapter of this story( the next chapter is already written, I just need to finetune it!)

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Leo is still working, he hasn’t quit his office yet. You’re getting a bit bored here. Perhaps you should go home and sort your life out because the week is starting. Huh! You shouldn’t be thinking about that. 

Instead, you check the time on the clock. It's almost one pm. You’re getting hungry so you decide to check the cupboards, see if there is something that can temporarily soothe your hunger. Well some corn crackers, there’s chocolate chip cookies too. I find this odd! He is so fit. Why does he have such items in his flat? That’s none of my business. I don’t live here. Why should I care? Meh, you really want something solid now like… italian flavours in a light meal. Let me think! Pasta? Hell no, postprandial somnolence is going to hit me so hard. I won’t do a single thing throughout the day. Also, my body and my brain do not understand the concept of naps. Instead, I do nap roulette and go to bed with no wake up alarm. Who knows when I will wake up? In three hours or five? It remains a mystery to me. Telling myself I will sleep for forty minutes has only resulted in me waking up in the early morning. Find the problem? It’s me, obviously. Maybe a salad? That is not enough for me. Well, I have to cook for this liar too. Hey, I have to calm myself down jumping to conclusions so fast? I haven’t even confronted him yet. 

A jar of sun dried tomatoes, fresh ciabatta bread from the bakery, burrata in the fridge.

A pesto verde jar. A loaded toast would be great! I’ll finely chop some onions and squeeze lime juice on them for a bit of crunch. I’ll make some cucumber matchsticks for a side dish. Water is also needed.

But first, a salad made with lettuce, peach, avocado and some roasted sweet potato. A simple dressing sauce with olive oil, salt, maple syrup and balsamic vinegar with it is a delight.

One for you and the other for him. You plate everything, put it on a tray and head to his office. In front of that door, you wait a little to check if he's no longer on a phone call. Doesn't seem like it's the case. You knock on the door and hear his voice.

"Honey, come in."

He’s so focused on his work. As soon as you put this on his desk, you hurry to leave that room. You know better than to stay there. 

"Hi handsome, I got you some lunch. I hope you don’t mind me barging in your work space…" 

"Not at all, sweetie. Don’t stay there, come closer."

You go towards him

"Where may I put this?" 

He points towards the table facing the sofa

"I’m going to have a break. Would you honour me with your company?"

Do I or don’t I? I shouldn’t be here, I gotta go before my stomach grumbles. Also, I don't want to be with him now. What should I do?

"Y/n answer me, will you?"

"Uh…" Your stomach betrays you by its growling noises.

"I’ll take that as a yes I’ll be back with your food since you brought mine. Please have a seat."

He comes back shortly. Serves you your food, you thank him. He kisses your head and sits facing you on the opposite side of the table.

"Thank you for this wonderful meal. It’s really good. I love the sweet and salty combination  especially when it comes to salad."

Congratulating me now! Wow, you are bold. I wonder what his response to my question will be?

"Ah it’s not much, I just whipped up something quite fast!" 

“No seriously. Whenever I am fully absorbed into work I tend to forget to do the most basic things such as eating.”

“It can happen sometimes.”

“So…”

“Yes, darling”

I meticulously prepare my lie. Trying my best to sound confident with my words, right?! 

“I was wandering through the hallway” you scratch your head “and I overheard you say ‘how is my son going’ on the phone?”

“And?”

Be fucking for real in this moment. Just confirm or deny what I'm asking? Is it that hard?

“Can’t you read the room? Why would I ask you this?”

“Out of curiosity?”

“Don’t you think you have a little bit of explaining to do?”

“Love," he leans back on his seat and sighs before carrying on "if there’s something I need to tell you I will do it in due time. However, I do not recall talking loudly on the phone. So, I take it you were… secretly listening to my private conversation. It’s just a speculation, don’t get offended. If you do and question me then I hit the bull’s eye”

“How dare you, Leo? I did not do that?”

“You’re sure about that. Let me see… Ah you heard the lady’s name, right?”

You avert your eyes. They observe the ficus bonsai plant. You look at it for a good minute. Darn it! I thought I was cautious enough. Was he aware of my movements behind that door? Did I make too much noise? What am I getting stressed about?

Your silence corroborates his suspicion. 

“You shouldn’t worry about her. You’re the one I am with and I am obsessed with you if this can reassure anything. She’s a relative of mine so there is no use in hating her or ‘my son’.You’re so cute when you’re angry. I would like to see that side of yours more often. I know how to put it to work.”

You quickly change the topic of this conversation

“Let me take this to the kitchen.”

“No way! Let me do the work. I'll take this, put it in the dishwasher and I’ll call it a day concerning work. We’re going out. I’m going to give you the attention you need. The only thing left for you to do is to go get dressed.”

You go directly to his closet and pick one of his silk button up shirts. You chose a maroon one.  Get black high knee boots and let your hair down. 

“You look stunning!!”

“Thank you. You don’t look so bad either.”

“You got jokes, huh. C’mon let’s go!”

A skincare shop; your safe haven, numerous smells flood your nostrils and you can try new products. 

Oh, body oil and a whole new set for shower and bath routine. I have to check this out.

Skincare shops that let you try their sample products are a must. Of course, sanitising hands before touching my face is necessary. The smell of the store floods your nostrils. 

The extensive sort of products never cease to amaze you. A papaya one draws your attention.

The worker informs you that it is a new arrival and it progressively makes success. You open it. Honestly, the smell is divine. It makes your skin shine and they also have body yoghurt  for it.You need to get at least two you put in your basket.

“May I please get the whole set for this fragrance twice.”

“Coming ma’am. Is there anything else you would like to have?”

“Not for the moment. If need be I’ll ask.”

“I get it.”

Next comes the argan body oil. Some body butters for a change you get an aloe vera one, honey and the last one is cocoa butter. You pay all this with one of Leonard’s cards. 

You got a ton of compliments. Each time those came from men, Leo’s embrace tightened around your waist. You interpreted it as ‘I’m reminding you that you are only mine and I am yours. Don’t forget that’

But when women showered him with praise specifically because he looks like that. You were fuming inside. Bitches, don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you. Girl, you better get your hands off of my man before I start swinging. But he politely declined them, leaving them horrified with his comments

“I already have a wonderful lady by my side as you can see or maybe you don’t since you keep insisting like that. I can’t do women like you: you may ask why? The answer is simple” he leans closer in their ears to disclose the secret

“You simply cannot keep up with my high libido! When you are able to endure a sex marathon, let me know. I’ll gladly call you back. That is if I am on interested in someone else.” 

 He intently ogles your figure after he's done with his monologue. And he leaves them there, by the way these ladies are often well off and they’re just ten years older than him but he tried it twice. He thought it was better for him not to do it ever again.

"Why is everyone gone?"

"Because I am the one renting the store for two hours. You can get anything you need."

There is one employee mainly attending to your needs, picking up the clothes you tell him to and you also listen to what he has to suggest. 

Your eyes spotted the perfect dress. 

It's a black spaghetti strap dress with a vertiginous slit that is probably on your hip bone and goes a tad bit up. You have to try this on. It is the dress! 

When you enter the dress room, Leo goes after you and sits on the main sofa while you go change.

The first item you tried on was a midnight blue baby doll dress, there wasn’t much shine to it. It enhances your cleavage and makes your legs look superb with the peep toe suede black shoes. Fairly discreet but effective, nice!

You draw the curtain and ask Leo.

“What do you think about this one?”

 It takes him a good minute to utter his opinion upon this outfit.

“I think it looks pretty on you but we both know you’re less likely to call it your fave fit.”

“You’re right! I’ll try some more on.”

You draw the curtain back and try on a scandalous pair of jean short shorts. Honestly by the look of it, you’re pretty sure this will leave your buttcheeks without any supervision whatsoever but it doesn’t hurt to try something new? You pair this one with a crochet crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination concerning your pierced nipples. It’s small, you got some underboob hanging but damn it looks good. This fit completed by sandals or mules would be perfect. You’ll get some later. 

You draw the curtain again for your eyes to land on him. You do a little slow spin for him to check out what you’re wearing. When you’re done you don’t miss his smirk as well as his change of tone.

“What do we have here?”

You play dumb, he knows exactly what this is about so just say it.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“So you wanna play like that…”

“Play what? I don’t get what you’re saying.” You continue “I think this is a great outfit for summer so I’m getting this one.” 

His eyes for some reason are still glued on your nips. 

“You never informed me you had pierced nipples?”

“You never asked about it so why would I?”

"Behave!"

“Oh!” you giggle “You’re really going to do that here?”

“Do what?”

“Great, keep playing dumb. I like that.”

Next item is a golden tulle peplum dress, adorned with a black belt that highlights your cinched waist. Majestic embroidery on the hem of it. You put your hands on your hips and strike the Josuke Hijikata pose.

"That's a business woman type o’ fit. We’re getting that one!"

"And… my opinion?"

He eyed you up and down. He motioned his left hand for you to do a 180. You oblige. He bites his lower lip. I can't wait to be next to her in that dress. Good Lord, have mercy on me! I don't think I deserve her sometimes.

"I know you like it."

"A little bit."

"You can always grow to like it. We don’t have to get it now. Maybe later when a few important dates come up."

"Yeah, let’s do that!”

This black spaghetti strap risqué-ish dress. Woah. This is trouble. No panties already because of the slit. Let me just see his reaction.

“Uhm… what do you think?”

“Sit on my lap.”

You do. His hand lands on your hip bone and he strokes it, painfully slowly.

“What are you doing, Leo?”

“Nothing honey. I am appreciating the gift before my eyes. Won't you let me?”

“I'm your gift.”

“No underwear too? My goodness, you're a menace.”

“You wanted to see lacy panties?”

No answer for this one. You get up and leave to try the other item. He calls the employee.

“Please, I would like to have the catalogue for this specific dress.”

“I'll bring a copy to you right away. Anything else?”

“I want this dress in cobalt blue and black.”

“Noted and added to your item list, sir.”

This is the last one I'm trying. A strapless trumpet dark olive green dress. I feel like a princess. It's so long, I’d have to pair this with stripper height type heels because the only other option is to get it tailored. Yeah, the last one might be it. 

"Here I am."

A little twirl to showcase this lovely dress. 

"You look absolutely stunning!"

"I’m getting this one tailored."

"Great idea."

Shopping is done for this you don’t know the cost because Leo insisted that you shouldn’t know. That’s only if I don’t figure it out myself.

In the car

I’m going to stop this semblance of tangible peace. I have to. I won’t back down until I know who she is to Leo.

“So, won’t you tell me who she is?”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Aura? Who else could it be?”

"No, I’m not. It simply doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, that's between her and me.”

Why is he trying to keep the matter private? I… I thought there were no secrets between us but apparently I am undoubtedly wrong. Where did I sign up for this type of suspicious behaviour? He does not budge one bit when I want to know this person’s identity. What is he trying to hide?

“Want to keep this going?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, yes you do. You. fucking. do. Leo!”

“Why are you making a scene all of sudden, Y/n?”

"It is my legitimate right to."

"This is something out of your control, get over it!"

You know what. Good for you I’m out this shit

Leo leaves the car without looking at you. You can sense he’s over it. Your persistence is something he might not like as of now. 

I ain’t changing for nobody. He better tell me who she is before I find it myself.

“Haruki please, take me home.”

“Yes, ma'am. I just have to inform sir Burns that I am doing it.” 

He reaches for his phone and looks for Leo’s number in his contacts list. As he is about to press the call button, you stop him from doing it.

Haruki has never experienced someone grabbing his arm in such a way. He looks at your hand and then his eyes make contact with yours. Well, this is definitely something out of his reach yet the least he can do is listen to what you have to tell him.

“Please, don’t! He’ll come looking for me and I don’t want him to. I would like to be alone.”

“Understood.”

You provide him with your address. It’s a short silent car ride of twenty minutes. You’re on your phone checking a few emails you have purposely ignored up until now. You redact them and program them all to be sent by this evening at eight o’ clock. The car finally stops moving. Haruki quits the driver’s seat to open the door for you. But first, he gets your shopping bags.

“Thank you ever so much Haruki.”

“There’s no problem. My pleasure.” 

He also gives you his card to let you know you can call him.

“I don’t know what happened between you and the boss but if there’s anything I can do to help you. Please, do not hesitate calling me!”

“That is very sweet of you. Drive back safely, Haruki.”

“I will.” 

And just like that he leaves you at your door. You send him a message right away to let him know your number that way he can save it. But you didn’t expect this peculiar message from him.

Ma’am, it is none of my business to interfere between you and the boss but I have to let you know that he doesn’t cheat on women. He is not of that kind. Have a wonderful evening! 

Haruki

Chapter 2 of After all, it's not bad idea to get a Sugar Daddy

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Austin Goes Electric: Orlando Bloom rode my Energica at Circuit of the Americas

It’s not every day that you get invited to a MotoGP race and have a celebrity take your bike for a spirited parade lap!

So I am sitting at my desk working away, getting ready for my first work-related travel for my first customer deployment of charging equipment, when my friend Rick (from Orlando) pings me and asks what I’m doing October 1-3 and I told him I’d be getting ready to go to Jacksonville, FL for work. He tells me that Stefano, the US CEO of Energica, is trying to find customers who will lend the company their bikes for a parade lap during the MotoGP race at the Circuit of the Americas in Austin, Texas. He said that if I could meet them in north FL, they could trailer my bike and I could ride in their van (which is converted into a camper and has room for their two Energica Ribelles). I said let me talk with my boss...

I hadn’t even been with the company a month yet, but given that my boss is a race fan and another team member is a motorcyclist himself... they told me to go and to use that unlimited PTO. So without hesitation, I told Rick that I was in and texted Stefano to tell him I looked forward to meeting him in person finally, and began to figure out how I was going to get down there.

First, I needed new bags to hold everything. I had work gear, clothes, and other supplies that had to travel with me on two wheels. I found a good sized bag at Cycle Gear that was on sale. I was able to get it to latch onto the back of my bike seat, and I’d take my IKEA backpack as well (the one that I bought with my Energica EVA when I went to IKEA back in 2019).

This pack was huge, and it was going to create problems for me down the road -- but I was too excited about this amazing adventure to care. Next up, I needed to determine my route. I hit up my buddy Austin who lives in Columbia, SC and he said I could crash on his sofa so I could break the ride from Raleigh, NC to Lake City, FL up into two days. So I’d leave Tuesday the 28th from my home and ride down to Cacye, SC (about 230mi). I would be stopping in Moncure, NC and Wadesboro, NC and then topping off in Lugoff, SC at a Chevy dealership before I’d make it to Austin’s home (where I would overnight charge on his Level 2 charger). From here I’d head down to Augusta GA, Dublin GA, Tifton GA, Valdosta GA, and finally arrive in Lake City FL to meet up with Rick and his wife Sabrina -- about 400mi total. 

I left the house at 4pm and arrived at my first charging stop in Moncure at 4:46. I like this stop because it’s at a mini mart with a kitchen/cafe and a picnic table. While charging, I took a half hour work-related call and then saddled up to head to Wadesboro.

I arrived at Wadesboro (this location is no longer in existence) around 7:15pm. This charger is at an Electric Member Cooperative (EMC) office, and there is nothing within walking distance of this place. After charging, I headed off to Lugoff Chevrolet - my last stop before I’d get some much desired sleep.

I arrived in Lugoff just before 10pm. This charge was free, and I’m really thankful that they leave the DC charger out in the open like this and don’t power it off at night. I didn’t stay here long, I was only 30-ish miles from Austin’s house. I remember that we chatted a little bit when I arrived (I don’t remember the time). I told Austin he needed to go to bed because he gets up at like 4am to go to work, and I needed to get some rest myself. I made myself at home on his sofa and fell fast asleep.

The next morning I departed Austin’s house with a full charge and rode 74mi down to Augusta -- but not before stopping at a Waffle House for a steak and eggs breakfast!

I arrived at the Kroger in Augusta at 10am and started my charge then headed over to the Great Clips to get a haircut. With the sides of my head shaved, and some water procured from the Kroger, I set off for Dublin - where I’d be eating lunch.

I got to Dublin just before 2pm. This Georgia Power ChargePoint charging station is located at a Burger King, which meant it was ChaKing Chicken Sandwich time. I do like their chicken sandwiches. After eating and charging, it was off to Tifton.

In Tifton I completely repacked all my bags and moved the big bag to the tank. This made things a lot easier on me, especially since I’d taken most of the heavy stuff out of my backpack so that my back would stop hurting. After laying out in the grassy field (this station is actually in a hotel parking lot), I headed off to Valdosta -- the last needed charge stop before the rendezvous with Rick and Sabrina.

Valdosta was a trouble stop -- it took two or three attempts to get the charger to work, and the bike was very hot and reduced its charging speed to a max of 9kW. After getting enough juice to make it the home stretch, it was off to Lake city!

I arrived at Lake City sometime after 10pm, Rick and Sabrina showed up with their van and trailer about 10:30pm. We loaded my bike up then pulled across the street to a motel to rest for the night. What a good sleep that was!

Thursday we drove from Florida to Texas. I don’t remember where we stopped to sleep, but I remember we made it to Texas. The next morning we headed out early and arrive at the Circuit of the Americas in Austin sometime in the 10am hour.

Now the confusion starts. We had to take COVID tests and get our badges, and the tests had to come back before the events started on Saturday or we wouldn’t be allowed in the paddock. It took several calls and driving around the exceptionally large race track before we finally found Stefano and Chris Paz from Energica who escorted us to the place to get our COVID tests and badges. 

Chris and Stefano had brought a bike from the local dealer, and another customer’s bike to the paddock already. We unloaded our bikes and left them for the event the next day. We went to our hotel and decompressed for a bit while we wanted for Livia (Energica CEO) and Giampiero’s (Energica CTO) plane to land. Once they touched down, we all coordinated meeting up for dinner at Cooper’s Old Time BBQ.

It’s not every day you get to eat dinner with the CEO of a motorcycle company, and Livia is the sweetest person on earth. It was so much fun to talk with her about life, motorcycles, electrification, and the differences between Italian riders and American riders -- notably the difference in listening to music or podcasts while riding. I also found out that it was Livia who insisted the Energica bikes have a reverse function -- a key feature that made me want one.

Livia and  Giampiero were naturally exhausted and ready to retire for the night after our delicious BBQ dinner. We all said our goodbyes and headed back to our respective hotels for some shut eye.

The next morning we headed to the track around 10am. Today was the big day where our bikes were going do their parade lap. Now, there was even more confusion about who was riding the bikes. Up until we got to the track on Saturday, we thought that we were going to be the riders. But once we arrived on scene, we were given some forms to sign and told that celebrities will be riding our bikes around the track. Well, that’s cool. Who are they?

There were several European influencers - they gravitated to my bike for reasons unknown (one guy said it was the most upright and familiar riding position to him), and they proceeded to do wheelies and all sorts of stunts. Livia could tell we were all a tad concerned, especially since one of the shorter guys nearly dropped my bike not once but twice -- both times people standing next to him grabbing it to prevent it from going down. Livia assured us that if anything happened to our bikes that she’d make it right. These were not all the celebrities, we were then told that a former MotoGP winner (Kevin Schwantz) and a movie star were going to be taking part in the parade lap.

Some time later, Livia walked up to me and took my hands. She told me that Mr. Orlando Bloom (yes, Legolas from Lord of the Rings) has chosen to ride my motorcycle. Now, earlier I’d joked that the movie star would choose my bike because it was the only blue bike -- all the others were some combination of grey, black, and red. Well Livia tells me “Mr. Bloom is a bit superstitious and will not ride a red bike, and your bike is the only on that’s not red.” She again assured me should anything happen, they’d make things right. I was never a huge Lord of the Rings fan, but I knew he was in that franchise. I really didn’t know anything else he had been in, so I started Googling and it turns out he’s quite the avid rider.

At some point we moved closer to the track to watch the race. Then the race paused and people came out with helmets and told us it was time to move. We threw on our helmets -- mine was far too small for my head -- and jumped on our bikes and followed a golf cart around the paddock and onto the track. Mr. Bloom was front of the pack, so I rolled right up to the front to hand my bike off to him.

Mr. Bloom is a very, very soft spoken and sweet guy. He asked me if the bike was set to medium regen, and I said yes -- and asked if he’d ridden one of these before and he said “once or twice” and I could see the smirk on his face despite the helmet. He clearly knew the bike controls because he left in Traction Control Level 6 and came back in Traction Control Level 2. My battery had lost 20% of its state of charge and estimated I could go 29 miles on 69%.

Mr. Bloom took my bike around for an additional lap -- something that I don’t think he was supposed to do, but he was having way too much fun. After he came off the track, a swarm of media and cameras rushed him. We were told to stay behind the film crew until we were told otherwise, so that’s what I did. During this interview process all the riders signed the motorcycles.

We did not know that they were going to do this, and not everyone was thrilled to know that their bikes were going to get Sharpie autographs. But I was thrilled to have Orlando Bloom’s signature!

Chris Paz said he’d send me a new center insert so I could preserve the original signature, which was super cool of him. After the event, we went to an after party at the local Powersports dealer that carries Energica. It was a complete mad house there. I don’t know that anyone else from our group made it to the event, and we had parked the Van in such a spot that we had to wait for everyone to leave before we could go. Honestly, things are a blur this far out from when it happened that I don’t even remember what we ate for dinner.

Sunday was the official race, but our passes didn’t allow us into the paddock. We were allowed restricted access to a viewing area, and the event provided a catered lunch for us. After lunch, Rick said we should go find a sports bar where we can watch the race and drink beer. So we (he, me, Sabrina) all loaded up into the Sprinter van and headed out to find a watering hole. We found one, but we had trouble watching the race. Eventually we wandered back to the track to load up our bikes and later we had dinner with Livia and crew. Rick and Sabrina wanted to call it an early night since we had to get on the road the next day, but I wanted to stay out a little longer. I had them drop me off at a gay bar that happened to be hosting a Karaoke night. I ended up singing Little Red Rodeo before taking an Uber back to the hotel, and drinking a lot of pineapple something something holy shit I’m drunk goodness.

Monday was a marathon drive back east. I forget where we stopped for the night, but I remember we had Hibachi for dinner. Tuesday we finished driving back to Orlando, unloaded the bikes, and I did some errands before packing up my stuff and calling it a night.

Early -- like 5am -- the next day I woke up and saddled up to head north to Jacksonville for work. I stopped and charged at a Harley dealer in Ormond Beach, and topped off at the Harley dealer outside Jacksonville. I arrived and attempted to check into my hotel, but I was too early. My boss let me store my stuff in his room, and we piled into the rental to head to our job site. I told all the stories here, and more, to my boss and coworker. Oh, and before I forget here is an official MotoGP video of Orlando Bloom’s ride (and you can see me in it in a couple spots). I can’t embed the video because Dorna Sports prevents it -- boo. I also was interviewed and you can see that interview at 5:47 in the video below.

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The integrated mouse pad and phone holder are both praised by the reviewers of this product. One of the reviewers gushes about how wonderful it is that she no longer needs to fight to hold both her phone and laptop at the same time, saying, "The cell phone holder was excellent for when I'm holding a conference call and doing work at the same time." [Cell phone holder] And while having such a large number of capabilities, it is not overly bulky and can still accommodate a laptop that is 15 inches in size.

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Caskett fanfiction 

Staring the cast of Castle 

Why did you elbow me? Part 4.

Esposito: pov I helped Kate to the dinner table. Castle made Asian noodles with roasted vegetables and boiled turkey breast. Me and Ryan were not allowed to talk about our current case. Tonight we got to pick out the movie. So we chose Jurassic park. The first one Ryan helped Kate get comfortable on the sofa and put a blanket on her. Martha and Alexis were out with some friends. Castle had made blue jell-O as a snack. Then we headed home cause it was getting late. 

Martha: pov I got home at 10:00 just as Alexis was getting home. I hope she had fun with her friends. I said goodnight to Richard who was giving Kate her night time pills.

Kate: pov Lanie got me up at 7 to get ready for my appointment. She  helped me to the bathroom to pee and shower, she got me changed. She then showered and changed while I took my pills. Castle helped me to the kitchen where I  ate some grits. Castle was watching me.

Lanie: pov I had breakfast then we were out the door. With some light traffic I was 15 minutes early. way to go, me. I signed Kate in at the front desk. I had called this morning to let them know Kate was on a few extra meds. She was no longer on the steroid meds for swelling, which was amazing. It was 20 minutes before we were called back and  seen by the cardiologist. He was shocked to see Kate in a neck brace. I told him the whole story. He said he hopes she recovers okay. Since her shirts buttoned in the front she did not have to change. It was Easier that way so I would not have to struggle to get it over her head/neck brace. The room was a nice welcoming color. He checked her vitals which were good. Once she was laying on the table he opened her shirt and put the cold gel on her chest and started the ultrasound he said everything looks good. Next was the EKG, he placed the leads/wires on her chest. She did well on that too. He said everything looks the same so that is good. We left at 12 and decided to stop for lunch. I got her some fries, a smoothie and water while I ate a burger with fries. 

Kate: pov Once home Lanie helped me to bed so I could take a nap. I was also no longer on the blood thinners which was great. Lanie told me on the way back from the cardiologist that I had a checkup with Dr Jerry before therapy tomorrow. Ugh just great more Dr's appointments. 

Castle: pov my meeting went great. I told Lanie I just had to set up a day to do the promo stuff. She told Me how the appointment went. She also said she would take Kate to both appointments tomorrow so I can schedule the promo stuff for tomorrow. I made polenta with fish in it and roasted vegetables on the side. Mother was nice and helped Kate to dinner. All 5 of us enjoyed it. Kate drank her whole cup of apple Pedialyte which was great. Tonight's movie is the first Star Wars Alexis  got to pick. We also ate grape jell-O for dessert.  She brushed her teeth, peed and got ready for bed. Also it is kind of hard for Kate to get comfortable in bed with the neck brace on. So we put a lot of pillows around her to help.

Lanie: pov Castle had made oatmeal for breakfast before he left to black pawn. I gave Kate her pills and got her showered and dressed. And helped her to the table. I did not want her tripping. She ate while Alexis watched her so I could get ready. Alexis had college classes today so she left just before us. We arrived on time for her first appointment. Once her name was called we headed back into the room.

Kate: pov he shined a light in my mouth to look at the back of my throat. He took my vitals and temperature, he said they were good. I had scans to check how my injury was healing. A nurse took me to the scan room and had me lay on the bed. It was loud, the machine that does the scans. There was a button I could hit in an emergency. They went well. He said I did well and was healing nicely. Next was speech therapy. 

Lanie: pov we made it to speech therapy on time they also wanted the food therapist to come stop by after and see what types of foods I can add to her diet.

There was some stuff the therapist could not do because Kate had a neck brace like the massages and stuff. Dan did a good job with Kate. He told me all the stuff Me and Castle can do at home to help her. Warm tea and a humidifier were some of his suggestions. It was decided by her Dr we would have Lunch here at the food therapy room next door. It was a few steps to the other room. Lunch was soft chicken, with potatoes and water. I told the lady Mary Sue to watch her and cut her food for her while I go pee.

Kate: pov Lanie went to the bathroom so I cut the food myself. I don't need help with that. Lanie is really on me about cutting my food small. Lanie was coming back in the room right as Mary Sue turned her head for a second to yell at another patient. I started to choke on my piece of food I cut too big. To be continued…..

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Stray Kids Reaction || Not Giving You Attention [Request]

CHAN:

You understood how busy Chan got whenever he was in the zone working on a new album or just some songs he and the boys were having fun but it didn't mean you liked it. Whenever he got too into something it was as if the rest of the world no longer existed to him, you knew it wasn't personal since his music meant everything to him but it had been over a week of no attention from him and you were starting to get moody about it. If Chan was always at work you didn't have someone to cuddle up to apart from Felix so that was what you did, you began cuddling up to Felix on a night since you both needed to hold something to fall asleep. 

"Lix?" Chan's voice rang out as he walked into the dorms at 3 am one morning to find you curled up in front of Felix, his arm draped along your stomach to make sure you didn't fall off in your sleep.

"What are you guys doing?" Chan chuckled weakly as he caught the sight of you both laying together the way you were, he knew there was no reason for him to feel jealous but he couldn't help it. 

"He's cuddling me because someone has been too busy to," You grumbled too tired to say anything, you simply rolled over and snuggled your head into Felix as he continued to try and go back to sleep. 

"Oh, so you went to the next Australian?" Chan chuckled as he watched you, reaching out his hand to stroke your cheek softly, he'd missed you incredibly all week and he didn't blame you for going to someone else for cuddles. 

"Well I went to Hyunjin but he was busy too," You joked, whining as Chan lifted you up from the sofa and began carrying you in the direction of his bedroom but you pouted at him, 

"Are you going to pout all night?" You nodded in answer to his question and he chuckled, laying down on the bed. 

"Even if I said I'm done with working for now?" That was all it took for you to wrap your arms around his body and hold him as tightly as you possibly could, not daring to let go even for a second. 

MINHO:

"You've been like this all week! What's the problem?!" Minho snapped as he tried getting you to speak to him but you just looked at him with a blank stare. All week he'd been ignoring you, not giving you enough attention and the petty side of you decided to do the same thing to him ignoring him and giving him the silent treatment to see how long it would take him to crack. The answer was about three days before he finally noticed you weren't asking him for cuddles all of the time or begging for his attention.

"You're ignoring me? How mature of you?" He quipped sarcastically as he sat down on the sofa next to you but you scoffed in his direction, 

"You're the one who didn't give me any attention this week! It's taken you three days to notice I'm ignoring you," You whined out, folding your arms across your chest kind of like a child whenever they didn't get something that they wanted. 

"So you ignored me to get attention?" He chuckled watching you as you continued to pout, turning away from him but all he did was wrap his arms around you and drag you into his embrace. 

"I didn't mean to, you know how things have been lately," He whispered in your ear, leaving small and soft kisses up and down your skin that made your whole body tingle. 

"I guess this makes up for it," You laughed as he continued to kiss you, not letting you go for even a second.

CHANGBIN:

Instead of begging and fighting for Changbin's attention, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine, whatever he was working on was clearly important to him so you began to spend time by yourself. Getting into reading until you found a book you couldn't put down but then, of course, Chanbin was done with his projects and wanted to give you all his time and attention but your head was so into the book you barely even noticed that he was there. Ignoring him as you flipped through the pages of a book, lost so deeply that you could imagine the world around you, all of it playing in your head like a small movie.

"Y/n?" You looked up to see Changbin holding up your favourite fast food with a cheesy grin on his face as you finally looked at him. 

"Now you're paying attention to me?" He asked sarcastically as you put the book down onto the table in front of you, 

"I think you'll find it was the other way around," You mumbled to him, taking the bag from his hands and heading over into the kitchen as he followed behind you. 

"I give you all my attention-"

"You've barely spoken to me all week," You didn't mean to sound as pissed off as you did but it hurt that your boyfriend had been ignoring you for so long and was now pissed at you for doing the exact same thing. 

"I was giving you a taste of your own medicine," You quipped, throwing a chip at him for him to catch in his mouth, he chuckled wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

"Then from here by out, I promise to give you all of my attention and if I can't you have permission to sit on my lap until I do," As he finished his sentence he fed you a chip and you smiled at him, kissing his lips softly. 

"Deal."

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin was almost always busy with something so not getting attention from him was kind of hard sometimes, he would be busy with dance practise and other things he was doing but somehow he would make time for you. It was only occasionally he would get so busy he barely knew what time of day it was and you would have to force him into staying with you, holding you, giving you the attention you craved but it wasn't for selfish reasons you had to make sure he was taking care of himself.

"I bought lunch, sit," You ordered as you walked into the dance studio to find Hyunjin panting and sweating heavily from his routines he was doing, he looked at you before going back to dancing to the music. 

"Hyunjin." You warned him, placing the food down onto the computer desk where you could easily turn off the music and force him into interacting with you but he groaned, looking over at you. 

"I have to practice-"

"No, you have to eat. Chan said you skipped breakfast," You turned off the dance track and walked over to him, waving the bag under his nose as you told him what you'd made for lunch for the pair of you, forcing him to sit down and give you attention while also making sure he was taking care and looking after himself.

“Fine but only because it’s my favorite,” He lied as he sat down on the floor he knew it was only because you’d brought him the food. If anyone else had turned off the music mid-session there would have been harsh words exchanged but he couldn’t be harsh to you when he knew you were only looking out for him. He smiled as you fed him, dragging you close to him as you both cuddled together and ate lunch.

JISUNG:

All of Jisung's attention had been on a new video game that he seemed to be obsessed with as of late, spending hours and hours playing it and if he wasn't playing the game he was working or sleeping you barely got to see him. 

"Jisung?" You asked as you walked into the bedroom to find him with his head in the console once again, you held onto the towel that was around your body debating whether or not to drop it in front of him or not. It was something you'd been seeing all over the internet, people who couldn't get their partners to notice them would shower and drop the towel in front of them.

"Sungie," You cooed at him slowly taking off the towel and dropping it by his feet but he didn't even look up, his eyes were glued to the screen so you rolled your eyes, picking up the towel you turned to leave when the door opened, 

"Jisung it's my turn-AH!" Jeongin let out a loud scream as he covered his eyes, Jisung stood up in a rush and covered you with his body to stop the Maknae from seeing what he wasn't supposed to. 

"What are you doing walking around Naked?! Why did you walk in without knocking?!" He yelled out at the both of you while a bright red Jeongin backed out of the room not wanting to respond to anything, 

"You weren't giving me attention, I dropped the towel to get it." You whined as you finally admitted how needy you had been feeling for him to even look at you lately, as soon as he heard what was wrong he sighed and brought you into a hug. 

"I'm sorry babe...I guess I have been a little preoccupied-"

"A little?" You questioned sassily, raising your eyebrow as he blushed and looked down at the floor. 

"Maybe a lot." He chuckled, kissing your forehead as he promised to give you more attention than he had been.

FELIX:

Felix knew whenever he wasn't giving you enough attention because you would cuddle up to him more and more, not letting him go for a second as you were desperate for him to hold you. It wasn't often that he would be so busy he couldn't even talk to you but when it happened he felt bad about it, he tried to do what he could but he couldn't always be there for you.

"Did you miss me? I can't tell," He joked sarcastically as you cuddled up beside him, holding onto his arm tightly as he attempted to leave you alone but you weren't going to let him, you continued to hold him. He'd just come home from a busy day and wanted to sleep beside you but the boys were calling him for dinner,

"You're not allowed to leave unless I'm coming with," You joked, kissing his cheek as he held onto you tightly telling you he would be right back and he would have food when he came back, supplies for your endless night of cuddles.

“But you’re leaving,” You whined jokingly as he continued to get out of your grasp, laughing as you tried to stop him from leaving the dorm room despite that he would be coming back within seconds.

SEUNGMIN:

More often than not you knew Seungmin would sometimes pretend to pay attention to you when he was really ignoring you and had no idea what you were talking about. It had gotten worse lately when he would zone out in your conversations when you were trying to tell him about your day or asking him about his day. 

"Yeah and then-" You stopped speaking once you saw that he was nodding along while staring at his phone so you decided to put it to the test, 

"Then the chicken jumped up onto my work desk and started dancing and singing to Miroh," He didn't even flinch so you stared at him as you kept making things up to see if he would notice, 

"It could rap Jisung's lines really well, I think it said it was going to audition to be a part of 3Racha so they could become 4Racha," Jisung looked up from his phone as he heard this and wondered what you were doing until he saw Seungmin's head in his phone. 

"I made out with Jisung," You lied as you stared directly at him, again there was no reaction so Jisung decided to join in, 

"Y/n and I had sex in your bed." Nothing. You huffed, folding your arms over your chest and pouting as you gave up on the silly idea that you could get your boyfriend to give you attention. 

"You didn't really make out with him...Right?" Seungmin whispered a little while later when Jisung had left the room, you turned to look at him and he was blushing.

"I heard everything, I was just too tired to respond...I'm sorry." He whined as you snuggled into his arms, kissing his chest softly.

JEONGIN:

When Jeongin got stressed he seemed to push everything away from him, he wanted to make sure what he was working on had his 140% in it, wanting whatever it was to be perfect for the fans and the boys and you knew that which was why you'd given him some space but as time passed it was beginning to worry you. There were no texts, calls or even a signal that he was doing okay, if it wasn't for the boys you wouldn't have known what he was doing. 

"When did you get here?" Jeongin asked as he panted heavily, you looked up from the book you were reading and smiled at him, it was nice to see he was finally back in the room. 

"About three hours, you hadn't noticed because you were practising so hard," You bookmarked the page you were on and got up to go over and hug him, not caring that he was covered in sweat you were just glad he finally acknowledged that someone else was in the room with him again. 

"You need to shower, I'm cooking at the dorms with Seungmin later," You tapped his chest, leaning up to give him a kiss on the lips as you smiled at him, not even upset that he had been too busy to call or text, you knew he was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered to you.

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♣   —   summary: when you told armin to pick up eren’s call while he was fucking you, you weren’t expecting things to escalate this quickly. not that you were complaining.

♣   —   pairings: armin x reader, eren x reader, armin x reader x eren

♣   —   chapter tags/warnings: oral sex (receiving), spanking, humiliation, degradation, semi-public, degradation kink, rough sex, mirror sex, alcohol and drugs.

♣   —   a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve been giving this story so far! it makes me so happy you are all enjoying it so far. when i finished this chapter i realized the influence of halsey’s ‘strange love’ had lmao so if you have a chance, check it out. also this is a eren centric chapter while the next one will be centered around armin c: 

chapter four: the bathroom sink

“Are you sure you don’t want to go? Last chance.”

Armin nodded, a soft smile on his lips. You were sitting on his bed, wearing a tiny black dress and high heels. You crossed your arms and legs, a small frown on your face.

“I’m sure. You’ve been wanting to go to Pieck’s party for a long time so you should go,” he said. “I just have too much work. I- my planning skills failed me,” Armin laughed softly.

“Can’t you do them when we get back? It’s the first party we’re attending with Eren. You know since…” you made a funny face, making you both laugh. “It was supposed to be fun for the three of us.”

Your boyfriend walked from his desk to his bed and cupped your face tenderly, thumb brushing against your pouting lip.

“Have fun for me,” he said, your frown deepening. “You look really, really beautiful, though.”

“How beautiful?” you teased him, leaning your head against his palm.

“Enough that I’m having a hard time telling you to go instead of staying here with me,” Armin replied, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon. Tomorrow morning I submit my last paper and we can have lunch and then watch some movies together,” he offered.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he smiled. You grinned and grabbed his face, placing a lot of small, chaste kisses on his lips, loving the way he giggled at your action. “Go have fun, I promise I’ll come with you to the next one.”

“Not the same without you though,” you reminded him, pulling away and lacing your pinky fingers together.

“Yeah, but Eren’s going, right? You can have fun with him.”

Your eyes immediately shot up at him. “Fun?”

“You know, uh- fun ,” he shrugged, a light blush covering his cheeks as he put his hands inside his pockets. It took you a couple of seconds to understand what he was implying.

“ Oh , okay,” you said, nodding your head softly. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s him, so,” Armin shrugged. You nodded and took his hand to your mouth, placing a kiss on his knuckles. “Still gonna miss you, though.”

Armin smiled, pulling you closer for one last kiss before you left his dorm.

• • •

Pieck’s parties were always a huge success. She only used to throw them twice a year and maybe that’s why they were so special. Everyone sent some money to her and she would make sure to buy enough alcohol and weed to keep everyone satisfied the rest of the night. A part of you thought it was almost impossible everyone’s donations could cover everything but Pieck always seemed more than pleased to put some of her own money for the party.

You had been friends with Pieck for quite some time now, hence why she let you bring some of your friends to the party. Last year you had brought Jean and Armin with you, which led to Jean and Pieck to start dating. You liked how good they looked with each other and that Jean had finally closed the Mikasa chapter and was trying something new. Pieck always seemed calm and collected, loving to nuzzle on Jean’s chest whenever they sat together. Nevertheless, you had also seen her break up a fight with her bare hands between two guys bigger than her. Since then you had a newfound respect and admiration for the brunette.

“Hey, where’s Armin?” Jean asked as he opened the door to let you and Eren inside.

“Got caught up with some projects,” you answered and Jean clicked his tongue. Eren and you took off your jackets and gave it to Jean for him to leave them in Pieck’s room.

“Sucks to be him. Porco and Reiner brought really good weed tonight,” he said as he made his way to the corridor.

Eren and you went to the living room, finding Pieck and her friends already starting with the bong. She complimented your dress and you grinned at her, spinning so she could see the back of it as well. After earning a couple of whistles from Pieck’s friends, you sat beside Eren.

“New dress?” he asked.

“Mmhm, bought it when Pieck said she was throwing another party,” you said. Eren laughed.

“I don’t know how you do this. I put on the first thing I saw in my closet,” he confessed and took the bong from Pieck. You took a moment to eye his black shirt and dark jeans.

“You don’t look so bad,” you commented, shrugging as Eren took a hit. “Is it really good?” you asked.

He hummed. “Want some?”

“I’d rather drink tonight. And last time I mixed weed and rum-”

“Yeah, I remember you sitting by the window with lost eyes like you were in another dimension” Eren chuckled, taking another hit. You hit him with one of the pillows to which he laughed harder.

Ever since the first time you had kissed him, Eren had made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He behaved the same way he always did whenever he wasn’t thrusting inside of you as Armin stroked himself.  Somehow it was really comfortable to know your friendship wasn’t in danger, that even if it had shifted to something entirely different he still found it in him to playfully nudge you during class or let you copy his notes if you shared a class.

One hour later, Pieck’s place was packed with people. The music was loud, big speakers filling the apartment as people danced around. Pieck had set a table only for booze and you couldn’t count all the bottles even if you tried. Whiskey, vodka, rum and cans of beer were on display for anyone to take and even if everyone already looked more than a bit tipsy, there was still alcohol to spare.

You watched amused as Eren played beer pong with Reiner, the cups filled with one shot of vodka instead of beer. Reiner won by a very short difference, which made Eren call a rematch, which he finally won. You played your own match with Porco but with beer, winning the match on your first try and making sure to remind him every chance you got the rest of the night, laughing at his pouty face. After dancing with some of your friends, you spotted Eren sitting on one of the sofas and went to sit next to him, asking how he was doing. Even if he swore he was okay, you noticed his head slightly swaying. You suggested dancing it off.

Next thing you knew, one of Eren’s hands was set on your hip as the other was placed on the small of your back, while you had your arms around his neck. The way his hips moving filling your mind with ideas of you riding him, his cock deep inside you as he grabbed your hair in his fist. Your eyes locked on his green ones for one moment before quickly shifting your gaze anywhere else but him. Even if you knew that if you were to make an advance he would be more than willing, you kept repeating to yourself that you weren’t alone. Pieck’s entire apartment was filled with people that knew you were Armin’s girlfriend. Honestly, most of them would take a second look if they saw how close Eren and you were dancing

Eren’s thigh moved forward until they were between your legs, your hips moving on their own against him. You cursed under your breath and then let out a small chuckle, looking back at your friend.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said. Eren raised his eyebrows, amused.

“Am I?”

Before you could reply, Eren had taken both of your hands and in a swift movement, made you spin until your back was against his chest. Not letting go of your hands, he placed them on top of your hips, pulling your ass against his crotch as he kept moving his hips to the beat of the song.

You felt as if every vodka shot you had taken with Pieck had gone straight to your head at once.

“Keep dancing,” Eren whispered against your ear, his voice sending bolts of pleasure directly between your legs.

Moving your hips to the music, you tried to focus on anything other than Eren’s semi-hard cock grinding against your ass. You looked around, afraid someone was going to notice but everyone seemed to be occupied on their own. You noticed Pieck straddling Jean on the couch as she danced on top of him, some other couples making out against the walls or dancing even more lavishly than you and Eren were. Still, you felt your knees getting weaker as you kept feeling his breath against your neck.

You arched your back and started throwing your hips back, your ass bouncing against Eren’s crotch along with the beat of the music. You felt his hands tensing over yours, grabbing your hips much harder as you danced.

Maybe nothing else would have happened if you hadn’t looked over your shoulder. Maybe someone would have whistled and you would have been brought to reality, remembering what everyone thought your status was and how inappropriate they were acting. But you did look over your shoulder, eyes locking for a couple of seconds with Eren, which was more than enough for him to drag you to one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

Eren kissed you roughly as your back hit the bathroom sink, his hands roaming around your body.

“Wait, fuck- can we- is it okay if he?” he tried to ask in between the kiss, his body and mind colliding against each other.

“Yeah,” you said breathless, running up your hands across his back. “He said it was fine.”

That was all Eren needed for his hands to travel up your legs and underneath your small dress. He tugged on your panties and lowered them to the ground and you stepped away, letting him pick them up and storing them in his back pocket. He stood up again, his lips colliding with yours as he grabbed the back of your thighs, helping you get on the counter. His mouth travelled down your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached the mount of your breasts, pressing his face against them and nipping on the skin gently, making sure not to leave marks.

He started lowering, kissing your stomach over your dress with his green eyes on yours as he sunk to his knees. His fingers trailed your skin from your ankles up to your thighs, spreading your legs apart gently until your pussy was in front of him. You looked at him, chest rising up and down from your ragged breathing as you watched him leave small kisses on the inside of your thighs.

“Only fair you get to come on my face this time,” he said. Not even the music outside the bathroom was loud enough for you not to hear him clearly, your legs twitching at his words. He smirked and pulled your legs apart wider as he trailed up a slow path of small kisses to your pussy.

As soon as he pressed his lips against your folds, both you and him noticed how wet you were. He hummed, the vibration of his voice making you breathe heavily, biting back a moan. Eren licked across your slit, collecting all your wetness with his tongue. It was the first time he was going down on you and damn if you weren’t already lightheaded. Plus, the fact you were doing it in your friend’s bathroom with everyone outside added a sultry element you seemed to enjoy.

Eren placed his mouth on you again, his tongue drawing teasing circles around your clit. You whimpered, your hand going to tangle on his hair, messy bun a bit dishevelled. He groaned against you, loving every time you pulled his locks and used the flat part of his tongue on your clit, earning new moans from you. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder as he pushed the other one a little further apart, his mouth still moving on you.

He sucked gently on your clit and you threw your head back, hitting yourself with the mirror.

“Fuck-- Eren, please ,” you panted, your hips bucking against his face. Eren dug his fingers on the plush of your thighs as he kept moving his tongue, getting you closer and closer to your limit.

Eren began lapping exactly where you needed him, a hand shooting to your mouth to muffle your sounds as you whined. Your other hand tightened its hold on Eren’s hair. He let you keep his head in place as you rolled your hips against his face, setting your own rhythm as he saw you search for your high. As soon as he noticed your hips stuttering, its movements desperate, he grabbed your legs still again, his tongue directly playing with your clit.

You came on his mouth, a hand over your own as you tried your best not to make too much noise. Eren stayed a couple of moments after your orgasm, giving your pussy slow, delicate licks to help you ride your orgasm off.

“Told ya’ I owed you,” he huffed playfully, making you remember what he had told you after the first time you had given him head. You chuckled as he stood up, kissing you languidly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, your body reacting to him as if you couldn’t do anything else but press yourself against him.

Your hands started unbuttoning his shirt as he kissed your neck. Long ago you had come up with the rule of not leaving any marks on your skin. As much as you loved finding bruises and love bites whenever you were showering, you preferred that to be a thing just between Armin and you. Since you had made that request, Eren had been extremely gentle whenever he kissed your skin, letting his lips drag across your skin teasingly before placing a soft kiss.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Huh?” you asked, letting his shirt fall to the floor, your hands caressing his toned chest.

“Well, this is a fantasy,” he said, pulling away so he could look at your face, his lips brushing against yours. “So I want to make you feel good.”

Eren didn’t miss the way your legs clenched on either side of his waist. He went back to kissing the other side of your neck as you made up your mind, hands roaming around his back and hair as he did so.

He didn’t have to wait long for your answer.

“I want you to be rough with me,” you sighed. Eren pulled away once more and looked at you, one of his hands palming your breast.

“How rough?”

“Until I tell you to stop,” you breathed out, your back arching at his ministrations. Eren nodded and kissed you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you once again started losing focus of everyone that was happening.

In that moment, your mind was filled with his hand playing with your tits while the other one went back to your folds, his index and middle finger rubbing soft circles, making you moan against your mouth. Eren pulled away from you and you watched him take out his wallet and then a condom from it. He put it between his teeth and then undid his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles along with his underwear.

You could never get used to seeing Eren’s cock. A part of your brain still was shocked as you tried to remember this was your new normal, getting railed by your friend with your boyfriend’s permission. Your hand closed around his length and you started pumping him, his tip already leaking precum. Eren ripped the condom package and rolled it over himself all the way to the base.

You leaned over to kiss him again, this time his lips moving rougher on you. You tried locking your legs around his waist, wanting to feel his cock against you. Instead, Eren grabbed both your legs and yanked you down the counter and onto the floor. You stumbled a bit on your high heels but he quickly turned you around and bent you over the bathroom sink.

Eren lifted your dress until it was resting on your waist, your ass exposed to him. He parted your legs with his foot and then lined up his cock with your entrance. Only a couple of inches inside you was enough for you to let out a high-pitched moan, your hands grabbing on the faucet desperately, the stretch making your head spin.

A hard slap fell against your ass.

“Keep it the fuck down. Do you want everyone to know your boyfriend’s friend has his cock inside you?” he hissed. The determination of his voice made you clench around him. Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your hair up, forcing you to look at your own reflection in the mirror.

You watched your eyes and parted lips as Eren kept pushing inside of you, a whimper escaping your lips once he bottomed out. He took your hands and put them against the mirror. His own hands slid down your back until they settled on your hips. He started thrusting against you, your breath creating a fog on the mirror in front of you. You let your head fall, biting your lip as he kept moving his hips.

One of Eren’s hands went to your jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror once more. You could not only see your face flushed with desire but also how his hair was almost completely loose and falling over his forehead as he kept thrusting against you.

“Look at yourself. You love being fucked as a slut, don’t you?”

Once again his words stirred something deep inside you. You desperately tried to hold on to something, your hands sliding down against the mirror until you positioned them correctly again. Eren smacked your ass hard again.

“I asked a fucking question,” he grunted, giving a particularly harsh thrust.

“Yes- fuck, yes, I do,” you panted. Eren picked up his face and you felt your legs falter. “Keep going, please.”

His hand went back to holding your head up by your hair, the other one gripping your ass firmly. Eren’s grunts were barely audible due to the music outside but made you melt every time you heard them. You started moving your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you did your best not to make too much noise.

Eren slapped your ass again, making you clench against him. He threw his head back, cursing under his breath and let his hand fall on your ass once more. Only a couple more thrusts were needed for you to come around him as well, one of your hands flying to your mouth to try and muffle your loud moans.

You heard Eren curse again and fasten his pace, letting go of your hair and settling both his hands on your hips. His orgasm followed a few moments later and you heard him groan, his cock twitching inside of you. You squeezed him as he came down from his high, earning a soft chuckle from the man behind you.

“Stop, I literally have nothing left,” he joked, removing himself from you and discarding the condom in the bathroom bin.

You laughed along as he helped you stand up again, lowering your dress in the process. Thanking him, you looked at your reflection again, cleaning the eyeliner smudge on the outside corner of your eyes and fixing your hair. Eren pulled up his underwear and pants and once his clothes were back in place, he handed you your panties that he had put inside his pockets.

“I can’t come out of this bathroom holding my panties,” you reminded him with a soft laugh. “Can you like- keep them for a moment? Once we leave this place you can hand them back.”

“Sure, sure,” Eren said, putting your panties back in his pocket. You looked at each other in the eyes and couldn’t help but burst into laughter once more.

“I’ll leave first, wait a bit before going outside,” you instructed him and Eren nodded, leaning against the counter and taking out his phone to keep himself distracted as he waited.

Nobody noticed you leaving the bathroom, nor the funny way you were walking. You grabbed one of the beers from the table and plopped on one of the sofas. You observed your surroundings and wondered if time had really passed as everything seemed to be the same. Jean and Pieck were now making out in the same sofa she had been dancing on and nobody spared a second glance at you.

You felt someone sitting down next to you, opening a can of beer as well. You turned to the side and saw Eren, his hair tied on a half-bun again and looking visibly refreshed. His eyes locked with yours and he smirked.

You clinked your beer cans. You sure knew how to keep a secret.

#snk x reader #aot x reader #armin x reader #eren x reader #aot smut #snk smut #eren smut #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #armin arlert smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger smut #armin arlert #eren jaeger #eren yaeger

[katmoonz]

Depression

Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3034

Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.

Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx

Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.

Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.

The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.

This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.

At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.

You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.

Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.

The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.

You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”

Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.

Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.

Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.

Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.

“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.

“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.

“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.

Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.

Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.

You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.

Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*

You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.

Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*

Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.

Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.

The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.

Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.

Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.

“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.

“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.

Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*

Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.

The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.

Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.

Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.

“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”

Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”

“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus

Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”

Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”

“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius

Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”

Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”

Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.

The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.

The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.

Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”

Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.

Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.

Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.

The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.

“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.

Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.

Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”

This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.

Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.

You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.

Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.

Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”

You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.

Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”

The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.

Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.

You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.

Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”

Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”

Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”

“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.

You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.

You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”

The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.

Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”

Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”

Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.

You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.

“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”

You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.

“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.

You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”

He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”

This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.

“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.

“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”

Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”

“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”

“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.

“Rubbit” he replies.

This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.

After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.

“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.

Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”

You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”

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[anabsolutetrainwreck]

she plays songs i’ve never heard || h. styles

warnings: references to sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol, harry gets a lil pervy (pls don’t watch your neighbours get dressed), kissing, not proofread properly

word count: 1.8k

summary: when you get a new neighbour and his dog breaks into your garden, it sets off a chain reaction of events that might change your life...

The day he moved into the house next door seemed like a normal day for you. Sure, the sound of him actually moving in had woken you up early. The furniture being moved in through the small front door and the busy workers he’d hired banging about as if it wasn’t 8 in the morning. Begrudgingly, you had pulled yourself out of bed, poured yourself a glass of orange juice and buttered some crisp toast. Toast in hand, you watched from your kitchen window as grumpy Mr Bennet from across the road came out to shout at the new man and the workers. You’d managed to make out something about ‘too early on a weekend to be making that kind of noise’. Rolling your eyes, you went back upstairs to get dressed. 

And that was that. You’d ordered a pizza for lunch and your mother had rung you during the afternoon to catch up. You told her about your new neighbour. And that was that. 

It was, in fact, the day that the tattooed man’s dog broke into your back garden that your life seemed to change. You had been sat in your living room, watching The Sound of Music - a personal favourite of yours. Just as you were preparing to invest three hours of your life into the lives of the von Trapps, there was a loud bang on your door. Huffing quietly to yourself, you climbed off the sofa and left to open the door. And there, on the other side, was the tattooed neighbour. However, his tattoos were covered by a black hoodie but you could see a couple poking out beneath the hoodie’s cuffs. He was wearing shorts, exposing you to the tiny doodles of ink along his legs. His brown curls were hidden beneath a baseball cap. His features were hidden almost entirely in the shadows as it was dark outside and his cap sheltered him from whatever light there was. “Hi?” you said awkwardly. 

“I’m so sorry, but my dog got into your backyard. Do you think you can go and get him for me?” he asked.

You were almost taken aback. Though not entirely sure what you’d expected when being confronted with your tattooed neighbour outside your house, you definitely didn’t expect him to be searching for his dog. You didn’t even know he had a dog. 

You nodded slowly, “Sure. Come in, if you want.”

He thanked you, stepping in before you closed the door behind him. He shuffled awkwardly into the hallway, knocking your coat off the rack. It landed in a heap on the floor. “Shit, sorry,” he said quickly, bending down to pick it up. “Fuck! Sorry for swearing!”

“It’s okay, we’re both adults,” you smiled softly. You moved forward through the house, unlocking the back door. And there, chasing a wasp around the garden, was a small black dog. He wiggled in your arms as you picked him up carefully. You carried him into your house and back to Harry, who you found in the living room. 

The dog licked your face before you place him in his owner’s arms. “Thanks. Sorry for the inconvenience - I know it’s late. I’m Harry by the way.”

He extended his hand for you to shake. “Y/N,” you replied, smiling up at him. 

His grip on your hand was strong and firm. While you’d been away finding his little treasure, Gabriel (named after Peter Gabriel), he’d had a chance to explore your living room. The first time Harry saw you was when he happened to catch a glance of you reading in your back garden in your green shorts and sweater. It had been a hot day and you had a pair of sunglasses pushed up over your head. You looked ethereal with the sun highlighting your skin. From then, he’d tried to time his dog walks perfectly so he’d ‘accidentally’ bump into you on the way out. But, his attempts had come with little success. It was rather fortunate that Gabriel had escaped into your garden. 

He’d actually jumped at the opportunity to come round and meet you in person. After all, he only knew your name because his other neighbour, Edna, had told him a bit about you after he asked. And when you’d invited him in, he was ecstatic. He couldn’t help but wander into your living room. He noticed The Sound of Music paused on your tv, wondering if he’d get to watch it with you one day. Maybe you’d exchange favourites -  he’d watch The Sound of Music and you’d watch The Notebook. He then noticed a stack of books on the coffee table, with everything from Cervantes’ Don Quixote to Murakami’s Norwegian Wood. Your current read, Sally Rooney’s Normal People, was being held open by the tv remote. He wanted to ask what you thought of Norwegian Wood, after all, it was one of his favourites. But he refrained. 

There was a glass of wine on a coaster, a half-eaten bowl of cheese pasta beside it. The room was littered with lovely plants -  some were hanging down from shelves and others were standing up high beside the sofa. The walls were a soft grey, but they were drowned out by the green of the plants and the subtle pink tones littered throughout the room. “What’s this little guy’s name?” you asked, tickling behind the dog’s ear. 

“His name’s Gabriel.”

“As in Peter?” you asked.

“Yep. You a fan?”

“Who isn’t?” you grinned in response. He knew you were a fan of Peter Gabriel. He’d seen your rack of records in the corner and he’d been gardening a few weeks ago and heard you listening to one of his albums in your own backyard. Upon examining your record collection, he’d noticed some Beatles albums, a bit of Lionel Richie, some Taylor Swift, a few ABBA albums, a sprinkle of Bee Gees and a plethora of Elton John albums. Relatively mainstream, but a mixture nonetheless. 

“Exactly,” he agreed, before gesturing to the wine. “Special night?”

“Huh?” you’d replied.

“The wine?” he responded. 

“Oh,” you laughed, “that’s cranberry juice.”

He flushed bright red as you laughed quietly. You placed a comforting hand on his arm, guiding him out of the room. “I think you’re a bit tired. I guess I’ll see you around then?” you offered a hopeful smile. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, holding Gabriel at arm’s length as the dog tried licking his cheek. “I’d like that.”

“Great,” you smiled, closing the door. “What an odd man.”

You couldn’t help grin to yourself. He was strange, yes, but very kind. You resumed your position on your sofa, taking a sip of cranberry juice, and pressing play on The Sound of Music. What a bizarre evening… 

Come a few days later, Harry found himself busying himself in his bedroom. Gabriel was sat on his bed, barking at Harry as he worked away at his computer, sending emails back and forth to his boss. It was only when he saw your own bedroom light flick on in the corner of his eye. You wandered in, throwing your phone down onto your bed. A white towel was wrapped tightly around your body and your hair was wet and your skin glistening. 

He knew he shouldn’t look. He knew he shouldn’t stare. But he couldn’t help it. He watched as you pulled a silky pyjama set from your dresser. You seemed to examine it briefly before deciding it was good enough. And when you dropped the towel, he knew he was wrong for staring. He knew you’d never speak to him again if you caught his gaze on your naked body. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away. 

You sighed as you stepped into your silk shorts and slipped on the matching shirt. As you finished doing up the buttons, you happened to glance up and catch Harry’s gaze. He’d been staring. Once he realised you’d caught him, he went bright red; redder than when he’d mistaken cranberry juice for wine. You smirked, challenging him to look away. 

When he didn’t avert his gaze, you leaned over to grab your notebook from your desk. Embracing your 2009 Taylor Swift moment, you scribbled down: wanna come over? You laughed as you watched him scramble away from the window and out of his room. 

It was thirty seconds later that you heard his knocking on your door. You dashed down to open it. There he was. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him into your house and up the stairs. And there you were, standing in your bedroom with your tattooed neighbour. “That was super pervy, you know?” you whispered, your faces inches apart. 

“But you’re so beautiful,” he choked out, revelling in the feeling of your hands dancing up his arms. 

“What if I told you I did it on purpose?”

“What?”

“Yeah, what if I left the light on so you could see me? What if I wanted you to stare?”

He couldn’t resist you any longer. He pressed his mouth to your own, pushing your wet hair out of your face. He slipped his attractively large hands under your thighs, lifting you into his arms, only to drop you down onto your bed. You squealed as you hit the soft mattress, laughing as he buried his face in your neck, his fingers fiddling to undo your buttons. And that was that. 

Before you knew it, you were lying beside his naked figure, panting loudly. Both of your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat. “That was amazing,” he whispered, rolling over to face you. “You’re amazing.”

You smiled, kissing his nose, “Thanks. I think you’ll find you’re pretty sensational too. I need another shower now, though… wanna join?”

It was just after 11 when Harry left. The night had spiralled in the most perfect way. You switched off your bedroom light, slipping under your soft bedsheets. You were excited for the day to come - you’d asked him if he wanted to come over for a date. He agreed ecstatically. 

The following morning, you woke up as you usually did. You were groggy, unexcited for the uneventful day to come. That was until you remembered your date that night with your tattooed neighbour. Up until 7, you had nothing to do but wait. You watched some episodes of a drama your mother had been raving about. You made yourself a sandwich for lunch. But finally, 6.30 rolled around and you peeled yourself off the sofa to get ready. At 7.02, Harry arrived. He knocked on your door and when you answered, his smile was bright and his eyes were alive with excitement. “Hello,” you grinned until you noticed something behind his back. “What’s that you’ve got there?”

He held out a bouquet of roses, “I got you some flowers… and I brought round a bottle of cranberry juice.”

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How Much I Love You/Hate you

How Much I Love You/Hate you

Word Count: 2654

Warnings:Smut(Use of the word slut, Boss kink, Over Stimulation, Male and Female receiving, Dom Mark, Pregnant Sex, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex(Don’t forget to wrap it), Cheating,Mentions of the word gold digger , Angst,Violence;punching and mentions of hurtful words(that’s it ig pm me for more)

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A/N: Hello my dear bbys I finished the second chapter and I really hope y’all like it and just like I said it will be indiv story first and in around the third chapter we will see some interactions between our main characters but well lol depends in what I write, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did lol and please don’t hate me if you don’t also don’t copy any of my works,you may also chat me for suggestions or give me some asks of atw with things you are curious  about and btw I will open the taglist so send me a message if you wish to be tagged enjoy💋

Chapter II

Day Before Heading To Korea

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that was shaking from the sex they just had. Mark was in a meeting that was honestly really boring when one of the intern that he has  been flirting around with started palming him under the table that makes his eyes grow wide and his dick erect, originally he wanted to keep his dick inside his pants but she palmed her faster which made him hornier, so in the middle of the meeting he stood up and made everyone confused from his actions and people asking in small murmurs if something was wrong “Let’s continue this later, lunch break” he said with a loud enough voice.

He walked to the door signaling the girl to follow him into his office once she was inside he locks the door shut pressing the girl’s back to the door “What a fucking slut you are” he said with absolute dominance that makes the girl shiver ” I w-want you sir” she said as he tries to grab Mark’s face to kiss him in which Mark refused “You are not allowed to touch me” he removes his tie grabbing the girl’s hand and tying it hard enough that it will surely bruise, due to Mark’s action she feels her clit’s dripping wetness, Mark started by removing her blouse and tossing it just wherever, seeing the lace underwear she wore his eyes grew full with lust, he went to her neck hungrily leaving small marks as he unclasp her bra, he removes her skirt now carrying her towards the sofa near his  table, he opens her legs harshly, rubbing her clit he said “Your this wet, I’ve barely done anything” he grinned, the girl was unable to open her legs from too much pleasure in which Mark reacted to by opening it wider “I’m going to punish you and make sure you will regret what you did” he exclaimed while ripping the girl’s panty, he sucked her clit harshly tightly grabbing her thighs, he then moves his tongue down her entrance which makes the girl release a loud moan, he stops and grabs her neck pulling it towards his face “You’re too loud do you want everyone in the office to know how dirty you are” his statement makes the girl’s voice hitch and even before she can give a reply he gets back to pushing his tongue in her entrance while rubbing her clit with his thumb, the pressure make the girl see stars all over ”I-I I’m cumming sir” she stated stuttering too much, Mark stops the girl felt the emptiness and she whined “You don’t get to cum yet slut” he said, he pulls her hair making her kneel he unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt pushing down his pants with his boxer “Open your mouth” he orders as he pushed her towards his dick deep down enough for her to gag , he went on and on that the girl is now crying from how it’s too much but not wanting to stop as pleasure spreads all over her as Mark felt he was close the sloppier he got in pushing her, so she took the initiative to suck him on her own and not long after he came in her throat, saltiness filling her palate.

He pulls her bending her over his desk, he thrust inside her slowly before he slams harder and deep “S-sir you feel so good” his ego got boosted with her compliment thrusting harshly to make sure she would have a hard time walking and for her to learn her lesson, he grabs both of her boobs pushing her towards him deepening every thrust and soon after the girl clenched around Mark “You’re cumming huh?” “Y-yes” she said and Mark slaps her but really hard “You need to call me sir for you to cum” he said demanding her to follow “Y-ye yes sir please make this slut cum” soon after she cums and after a few more thrusts Mark follows, he gave her three more sharp thrusts befor pulling out.

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that fell down shaking from sex, “Your on the pill right” he inquired remembering he came inside her.

“Oh shit, I-I’m not on the pill sir” she said while she tries to stand up but fail, Mark then removed his tie from the girl and began collecting his clothes putting them back on one by one.

“I will tell my secretary to buy you some plan B make sure to take it” he said as he pulls his tie up signaling he will be leaving already.

“What if I don’ take it” she asked teasingly but Mark did not take it well slamming his palms towards the desk she is leaning to “Why did you fuck me is to get yourself pregnant for money?” he exclaimed, fear has spread across the girl’s face making her feel small.

Mark grabs his check in his desk and wrote 1 million dollars worth of money “Here’s the money so make sure to take it” he throws it towards her face.

“Are you just going to leave me, how about me right now or my panty at least” the girl said feeling pathetic and which Mark replied with a scoff giving her another check worth another million.

“I believe the money is enough now” he said walking away now and stopping before opening the door to say “I don’t care about you, what we did was just sex and nothing more so get out of here as fast as you can” and he left as anger spread all over him.

Flashback to College

Truth be told Mark is actually sensitive about pregnancy topics, there was this girl that he loved so deeply when he was just eighteen years old her name was Mina, he spent his youth loving and protecting her, she was poor unlike Mark which his parent’s disliked and protested that she was only a gold digger that is after his money, Mark even went through extreme lengths for her, from buying her expensive gifts to giving every part of him, even arguing with his parents every day and when she got pregnant when they were twenty he was extremely happy, he thought his life was complete with her not until one day when he went to her apartment he heard moans from her room “God, Mark doesn’t even know what we are doing, fucking around like this” said Mina “He is like a puppy following you around” exclaimed the man “Baby if not for his money I won’t be even fucking him, nor get pregnant plus you’re way better in bed” she said moaning, it made Mark really angry and pained, he slams the door open to which shocked the both of them.

“What the fuck did you just say y-you” he said as his voice breaks from too much pain that the love of his life gave him “Only loved me for money” Mina get’s herself off from the man as she tries to get close to Mark “ Mark no you, you heard wrong, I love you not because of your money” he pushed Mina away as he made eye contact with the guy making him punch him hard releasing all the anger “ I did not hear wrong, how dare you cheat on me” he said eyeing Mina, she begged Mark all over and over  and the man she was having sex with said “Just leave that good for nothing asshole Mina” his words made every vein from Mark pop that’s why he punches the guy again and again and again in which the guy returned but Mark was overpowering as he threw more punches, Mina tried to stop them both but she was too weak to stop them soon after he gave the final punch that made the guy fall “I am not good for nothing, in fact I have money which both of you don’t have” he said in the most angry tone he has ever been, Mina and the guy was left shocked with his words they felt very belittle by it “And for you Mina, I loved you and all along my parents were right you are nothing but a gold digger” it made Mina cry even harder, regret filling her all over as she tried to reach Mark only to be pushed away hard enough that her belly hit the side of the bed, soon after that blood filled the room Mark was alarmed remembering his baby so he gave the ambulance a call. When they arrived in the hospital Mina was immediately checked and he found out his baby died his blood and flesh died, regret, blame and all different emotions filled him mostly blaming Mina if she did not cheat on him this will not happen. He left her that day returning to his parents because of how sorry he feels he defended her yet they were right all along, after that Mark has changed he no longer is the bubbly and friendly Mark he became a bad boy fucking every single girl not caring about them at all or would have a girlfriend but would cheat on them on multiple occasions, no relationship after Mina lasted as he thought all people care about is money not how he feels.

Day Before Heading To Korea

Walking he saw his secretary slash friend Taeil he immediately orders him to buy the plan B for the girl he just banged or just anything to prevent her from getting pregnant “Sir why do you fuck girls when you don’t want them to get pregnant” his secretary exclaimed “Come on Taeil don’t play innocent who knows you might’ve banged as much as I did or even more” he said teasing him to which Taeil returned with a huge shake of his head “Nope,nope I’m not like you and never will, well infact I am getting married soon” Mark was shocked not really believing Taeil so he slapped his arm “Your jokes are getting better” he laughed while Taeil had a straight face “Im not kidding my girlfriend really said yes and we are getting married” Mark stopped laughing with a face of disbelief that made Taeil chuckle now “Your gonna settle with someone now?” he questions “Hahaha Mark yes I am” he pats Mark’s shoulder “Wow, why is everyone around me getting married, you should know that the single life is way better” he said while clicking his toungue “Being single is indeed better, but when you love someone you would prefer to be with them every minute and every second and then it would be better for you because you love each other” he said lovingly making Mark laugh “You are madly in love hyung” he laughs “I bet when you meet your match you will also be madly in love with her” Mark shook his head showing a big X sign with his arms “Loving someone crazily will only kill you ,plus I know for sure all they want from me is my money” he said protesting and Taeil gave him a comforting smile before he turns his back to return to work.

Mark headed to the rooftop to get some fresh air while doing so he reminisce his past about Mina and Taeil’s words about him finding true love, discovering that there is indeed a part of him that wants to meet someone that loves him for him and not his money but before he could think more he shrugs it off and in que his phone rings and the caller was his Dad, he answers the phone.

Dad : “Son how have you been there in Canada?” his father questions with a giddy tone

Mark: “Here alive and well” he answers bluntly

Dad: “That’s good, how about the company is it doing well?” he questions further

Mark: “Of course it’s doing exceptionally well, is that all you have to ask” he ask as he sense there is something more with his phone call

Dad: ” Well uhm son I need you to come to Korea asap” he said as he cleared his throat

Mark: “How about our company here, it needs me dad” he said, but actually deep down he is not ready to come back to Korea because coming back means revisiting his past.

Dad: “I already fixed that, your brother is coming to Canada to manage the company”

Mark: “But Dad I’m not really sure I actually don’t want to go back”

Dad: “Look Mark, honestly I wanted to ask you kindly first to hear your first reaction but I just want to inform you that even if you say no, I want you to come home here as soon as you can”

Mark: “Dad but I- I ok fine yes I will come go to Korea as soon as I can but do I just leave?”

Dad: “Yes Mark and starting the day you come back here you will manage the company in Korea plus you need to attend a charity ball this week Saturday”

Mark: “ Ok Dad I get it” he said with a defeated tone

And his Dad hangs up, he doesn’t really want to go and feels very hesitant having an inner conflict with himself, his phone rang again and the caller this time is Taeil telling him to get back to the meeting as lunch break was already over, he endured several more meetings after another until it was finally over to signify his day will finally end. He went back to his office massaging the temples of his forehead as he sat down to think about the many things that bothers him, he then pages for Taeil through his phone, Taeil rushed to see him asking what are his orders for him, Mark stood up and told Taeil “Book me a flight to Korea tomorrow” Taeil took note of it as schok embodied him “Tomorrow sir? And Korea?” he knows that Mark hates Korea for the reason behind it being Mina but he repeated “Yes tomorrow to Korea also you are coming with me” he said as he grabs his things preparing to leave work “B-but sir why shall I come with you and how about my wedding?” he inquires worriedly “It’s part of your job as my secretary and as for you wedding if your soon to be wife loves you so much she can wait oh and make sure it’s a one way ticket” Taeil was very schoked with Mark’s action but before he can speak up more Mark was waves him goodbye making his exit.

The next day Mark woke up with a not so good mood, he made his secretary Taeil pack for him and for which Taeil cursed him for, after packing they head in to his car to drive to the airport Mark tried to get some sleep but he can’t seem to get some with all the flashback memories filling him, they arrived in the airport, checked in and headed to the first class seats of the plane, the whole plane ride was spent with drinking, sleeping and eating for he past 15hrs and after all that has passed he finally hears the flight attendant proclaim” Flight #127 to Seoul South Korea has now landed” and there he was in the land he long abandoned, the land filled with bright yet devastating memories, he shut his eyes preparing himself, as he finally left the plane he feels the jet lag kicking and decided to go to his parents house, just as he thought everyone was asleep due to the very dim lighting he was surprised by his parents with a huge “WELCOME HOME” banner, and he thought to himself “This is it Mark you are really here”.

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