#now to pay back loans the rest of my life

[hecateslore]

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Officesupervisor!Simon, walk with me!

"Have these documents uploaded, I have an important meeting with my boss at 1200. I need them as soon as possible." Simon drops the stack of papers on your desk with a loud thwack, causing others to look over their cubicles. You roll your eyes as he turns to walk back into his office. Not understanding military time you just assume before your lunch.

Working as a VSO had it's perks, you got to sit in an office, and if all of your work was done before a certain time you'd just dick around the rest of the day! Which was great at least when you weren't working the front of the office- answering calls, helping people apply for loans or setting old people up with life insurance.

You type away on your computer, air-pod in one ear as you try and quickly finish the task before 12:25 so one, you can take your lunch and have a smoke break (if you don't smoke ignore this lmao), and two; get away from the man child who employs you.

Finishing up at 11:56, you gather the documents into a large file and send them to Simon's work email. Getting a very dry response, you exit out the tabs on your computer and get ready to take an early lunch, hurriedly trying to clock out before someone stops you for some help or if you could finish this set of paper work.

A ping comes from your desktop causing your eyeballs to roll back into your head, fully expecting one of your coworkers emailing you about some unimportant time sheet, or a email you sent three years ago that they told you to void that day, but now they need it or whatever.

[email protected]

Subject: Brief Meeting

Come to my office, I need to go over what you just sent me.

Talk soon,

S.R.

A groan leaves your mouth as you push your rolly chair from your desk and get up, a pit in your stomach. Usually when Simon calls someone to his office they're getting ready to say bye bye! Simon was known for his no muss no fuss attitude, he wasn't completely stern but he was assertive. Extremely passive aggressive but everyone decides to ignore it. He likes his work a certain way, he's a punctual man, so when people failed to meet his employment standards- there was no trouble in ridding them.

The military background is no help either, he's very observant to the point it's annoying. Constantly calling staff meetings because he doesn't like the way a certain someone files the paperwork, greets a customer, writes a letter, answers the phone. You don't really care for him, You just come in do your work, greet your peers then leave, sometimes you work over time if rent is near, but that's pretty much it. You make good money here, you can't afford to lose your job, not now- not ever. Reaching his office door, You knock before hearing his muffled" come in."

Entering his room, Simon sits behind his rather large desk, clicking away at something on the screen, hand under his chin as if he's really paying attention. "You can have a seat right there" he points to the chair with a folder that was thick with paper work, you lift the "folder" handing it to him then finally planting yourself in the chair before him.

"I assume you're confused as to why you're here." Simon pushes his monitor for a better view of you. "A little bit. " you chuckle nervously,

"The documents you sent me I looked over them, and your work.." Simon pauses to pull up the file you sent not even forty-five minutes ago. "You managed to mess up 6 of these documents, not even adding the time you uploaded them." he sighs, "I don't see how you've been here for what? two? three years?"

"2." you answer, "I was crunched with time." you add, "Not an excuse. I told you I needed these done before my meeting, not rushed, not half-assed. Completed." you sit in your chair, the pit moving up slightly in your body "If we mess up, we can get sued; and you will lose your job, you're aware of that?" A lump forms in your throat.

"This is a warning, but If this happens again, I'll have no trouble finding a replacement." You nod quickly, "It won't happen again."

"I'm sure." he looks down at wrist, "It's almost your lunch I'm assuming." you nod once more, "Is there anything else?" you ask hoping to God this was it, "Stop wearing your headphones when you work, it's against the rules and make sure to close my door when you leave."

You get up from your chair and zoom to the door, making sure to shut it behind you. Your coworkers looking at you from behind their screens, some sending you a sympathetic smile as you walk back to your cubicle. You clock out on your computer, grab your bag and head towards the front to leave. You walk to the grocery store in the strip mall where your job's located, buying a Turkey and Cheese Croissant also a Matcha Latte (this is my order heheheeeee). You sit outside the stores mini patio, going over the events that just happened. "I'm sure" kept ringing through your head, this was the first time you ever been talked to! screw him (you'd like to! 😏).

You'd always been on time, your customers never complained about your services, you fill out paperwork for christ's sake. And god forbid you need some kind of stimulation while you stare at blue light all day. I mean who can work without music?

You finish your lunch and decide to walk around the mart a little bit before you get back. Dreading the looks from everyone, having to see the emails, talk to the elderly about burial benefits. It's all so annoying.

You make it back to the office doing your regular routine for after lunch, making sure to put your other headphone on the other ear so your boss wouldn't notice. You check your emails once more

[email protected]

Subject: Spread sheets

Attachment 1

Attachment 2

I need these filled in by Thursday next week, the first attachment is the paper work they've dropped off.

Second attachment is the spread sheet, match the date to the paper work. DOUBLE CHECK YOUR WORK!!

Thanks in advance.

S.R.

"Thanks in advance." you mock his accent earning a very hard sid-eye from the lady next to you.

"what a dick" you mumble to yourself.

supervisor!simon

#OfficeRomance💌 #Supervisor!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost cod #cod mw3 #task force 141

[yourdakg]

Donation Found!

Remember Ryder? The SoCal pretty boy who was depressed that his life was a vapid, superficial, and party focused existence? He contacted Turnaround Technologies to ask, nay plead for a new body and a new life. See his Donation Request Form.

If only it were that simple. Turnaround Technologies utilizes some of the most advanced science on the market. When a body is fully adjusted, it's a slow and sometimes torturous process! If it was as simple as switching brains, that would be one thing. But the subjects have to physically transform into one another, and then brainwaves are overwritten. Chemistry, genetics, biology, and psychology are all involved in this elaborate process.

So Ryder had to come up with the $325,000 fee. Luckily, he had money saved and he was able to sell off the red Mustang convertible and his yellow Yamaha Sport Bike to meet the target. The final straw was giving up the deed to his WeHo apartment. Don't tell him, but his donor bought the items! Isn't that funny? He covered the rest with personal loans! Well, a little bit of debt won't hurt.

Let's remind you of where Ryder is starting his journey:

And now let's the see information plate for his donor. I think he'll be very pleased! After this, he'll never have to worry about being surrounded by vapid, beautiful people and fending off pesky pool party invites! Yes, this is the ideal swap partner for Ryder.

Meet Dr. Pervus Fondler. And wouldn't you know it? Dr. Fondler was a doctor in Ryder's hometown! They actually know each other. The good doctor cares very deeply for Ryder and was pained when he heard about his current circumstances. He decided that his job as a physician meant he had to step up and give the ultimate sacrifice! You know what they say: First Do No Harm.

Donor Statement: While I am nervous about the process, I am confident that I will give Ryder a new future, one where he won't have to worry about all that vanity and his gym obsession. True freedom for the boy!

Thank you, doctor, for going the extra mile for your patients. Turnaround Technologies will prepare the Exchange Chambers. Both subjects will be stripped down and cleansed before being placed in metallic, moisture wicking bikinis while our technicians prepare for the process:

Now that Ryder is dressed and the drugs are injected into his system, it's time to introduce him to his generous benefactor. I hope he has a positive reaction to the kind of man he will become. Let's check in!

Patient Statement: No! Holy shit! No, not Pervus the Perv! You can't put me in that. Don't force me into that body! I'd be going from a perfect ten to a zero. Please! No... LET GO. Please, oh my God. No, I thought it would be another buff guy like me. I change my mind, I changed my mi--**UMPH HRRMPH**

It's not clear why Ryder objected so strongly to his partner. Maybe it was the shock of knowing who the doctor was from earlier in his life. At any rate, he paid the fee and signed the paperwork so there is, quite literally, no going back. Swaps of this nature are once in a lifetime and, of course, quite permanent.

Subject had to be forcibly gagged and sedated.

Add another $125,000 for the service. Ryder sure is going to pay a lot of money for his new life!

When he came to in the chamber, Ryder was pounding on the door. I think he was crying. His oversize genitalia were mashed against the glass in his silver pouch. It was quite the sight. When the whirr of the machine began and the paralyzing blue light hit, his eyes went crossed. He fell backwards and pumped his hips in the air. Well, the erection is to be expected. I've heard the process somewhat erotic, though painful.

It takes a couple days and the exchange unstable during that time, but I am happy to report the following:

Donor Report: I feel good. Very good. I'm probably going to move to SoCal, sort of take over Ryder's apartment. I'll probably start using his name now too. Don't wanna confuse people. I don't even have my old, perverted urges. I hope he's comfortable with the mental traits foisted on him. Oh... he wants to take picture of me? Ha, okay. I'll flex for $100. Recipient Report: What do you mean I can't go back *whimper* why do I feel so strange. I'm already out of breath. Give it back! What do you mean a name change is included in the package *sob* MY NAME IS PERVUS NOW??!?! Oh. I have to take his medical practice in my shithole hometown? Oh God! I just... oh goodness, seeing it from this angle it's such a fine body. So tight and firm! At least flex for me, my boy? A little. So I can snap a few pics and... use them later. Eehehe. Oh God, what have I become?

#body swap #male body swap #male transformation #muscle theft #mind swap #body switch #permanent #young to old #old to young

[luminalunii97]

Some tankie bs detection

I saw this post on my dash. The user is blocked now. But just to educate people so that they won't fall for idiotic claims online, here are a couple of facts:

1. The Islamic Republic is not anti imperialist, they're anti USA. The regime is very much in love with Russian imperialism. At this point, Iran is an unofficial russian colony. And by the support of their imperialist father figure they have their small version of imperialism in middle east. Ask Iraq and Lebanon.

2. There's no "safety" when it comes to economy in Iran. The "national sovereignty" is called "those fvckin thieves in power" here. Iran's regime is one of the most corrupt regimes by international index. Rent, nepotism, embezzlement and money laundering are serious issues in Iran. Done only and only by the governors and people in power. Social class is not only a thing, there's a raging gap between rich people and those in poverty. And the gap is getting bigger and bigger by month. If you have connections in government or you are in the government, you'll get richer and richer. Other wise, soon enough you'll be in poverty too. Many families, including mine, who used to be considered middle class, have incomes lower than the poverty threshold now.

About 15% of Iran's economic failure including inflation is on the sanctions. The rest is on the corruption within the regime.

Iran's banking system is also a corrupted organ. The so called Islamic banking is anything but Islamic. The loan interest rate is one of the highest worldwide, 23%, so that often you have to pay back more than twice the money you've received. It's called Riba in Islam and it's Haram. According to the regime themselves, the banking system in European countries, even in the USA, is more Islamic than us. The fact that some of the biggest embezzlement in Iran has been done by bank managers should give you a picture of how they're drinking our blood.

None of this is on USA imperialism. It's all the Islamic Republic.

3. The Islamic Republic doesn't support Palestinians. The regime is extremely racist and anti Arab. I dare you talk about this with an actual Arab. IR don't give two shites about Palestinians lives. The regime is antisemitic. That's what they are. Palestine is just an excuse to attack Israel. In the past 20+ years of my life, living in Iran and dealing with these posers, not once we've been educated about Palestine and Palestinians lives. Everything I know, I've learned from online resources and documentaries make by Palestinians. The regime doesn't talk about Palestinians when they pose as supporters. I'm pretty sure they don't know or care to know anything noteworthy about Palestine, considering my knowledge of the human rights violations there is always more than basiji people of my country, and I don't even know that much. All the regime talks about is how Israel should be eliminated. IR supports a terrorist organization called Hamas, not Palestinians.

4. Let's forget about everything I said so far. I wonder if tankies like the op has any ounce of humanity in them! The regime has been oppressing women, violating every type of human rights and murdering lgbtq people and other-thinkers for the last 40 years. The spectacular environmental disaster in Iran is the direct result of regime's policies and neglect. This is a case of human rights violation since it's ruining people's lives, especially ethnic minorities, like Arab farmers in south.

No religious minority is safe in Iran, be it atheist, Baha'i, Jew, christian, or Sunni Muslim. They commit crime against children, through labor and through war. IRGC have little regards for human lives in general but it descent into no regards at all for ethnic minorities.

They have MASS EXECUTED 30,000 leftists (members of Marxist Communist parties and their supporters) within the first decade of their autocratic rule. It's unbelievably funny to me when foreign leftists support a regime that has executed many of their fellow thinkers and still arrest and torture any left activist in Iran.

To say the reason the 1979 revolution happened was to get rid of western influence and to establish a democratic free independent government is true. But the Islamic Republic is not that result. Don't be fooled.

#iran #iranian #iran revolution #iran protests #human rights #politics #lgbtq+ #feminism #middle east #irgcterrorists #support iranian women #human rights violation #crimes against children #crimes against women #ethnic minorities #racism #russian imperialism #tw misogyny #tw racism #tw homophobia #environmental issues #background information

[burntsaltsblog]

Shiny New Toy

(felix catton\reader)

chapter two

details: a saltburn inspired short story.

content warning: profanity, explicit sexual content, and mentions of abuse (physical and mental)

MNI 18+

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Do you ever think about death?"

The smoke from our cigarettes produced a haziness that blended effortlessly with the sunlight pouring in from the windows. 

"Sometimes. I used to wonder what my funeral would be like. Who would show up, and who would give speeches? I just assumed it was due to my constant need for attention," I laughed breathlessly, and more smoke pooled from my mouth and out into the open air.

"What about you?" I asked, turning Felix's question back on himself. "Do you ever think about what your eventual demise will be like?"

"No, not that I can recall anyway. But that's how my life has always been. There have always been too many distractions like parties and girls. I've never had the chance to sit down and think about important things like life and death." 

"Until now," I delicately whispered as I peered at him.

We both did our best to squeeze onto Felix's modest twin-sized bed. It didn't prove easy at first, but after maneuvering a bit, we figured out that if I lay on his chest and he wrapped an arm around me, we could fit. Felix's feet still hung off the end, but he said that was unavoidable due to his impressive height. 

The only downside to this otherwise blissful moment was the sweltering heat and Oxford's lack of air conditioning. People always said academics was the most grueling thing about attending this prestigious school. But in reality, it was the fight against the climate and the lack of amenities to combat it.

"Should I be worried that I've only thought about it since meeting you?" Felix joked lightly.

"Well, I have a talent for bringing out the best in people," I chuckled. 

We settled in the silence that followed, which was comfortable and tranquil. Felix's bare chest bore a thin layer of sweat, but it wasn't off-putting. It had the opposite effect. It gave him a glow that intensified his ethereal appearance. 

In the seven days since meeting, Felix and I had become inseparable. One of us rarely went somewhere without the other coming along. After each class, I could count on Felix waiting outside the classroom to walk me to my next one or a meal in the dining hall with the rest of his friends.

Felix utterly enthralled me. But I was sure he had that effect on everyone he encountered. His charm and charisma drew you to him, and his kind and gentle aura convinced you to stay.

So, in precisely one week, Felix Catton had become the object of all my desires and the epidemy of everything I would never be able to have. 

I want to blame my lack of a chance with Felix on my boyfriend, Eric. But the truth was that Felix and I came from two different worlds. He had a title and mansion he would inherit one day, and the only thing I had to look forward to in my future was the burden of paying taxes and my student loans. 

I propped my chin on Felix's chest to observe him properly. His rolly hung loosely between his smooth lips, and I longed to reach my hand up and trace their shape. 

"Enjoying the view?" he teased before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out in a thick stream. His cigarette looked so minuscule between his long, full fingers. 

I nodded as I fixed my hands under my chin, making myself more comfortable, and a mischievous smile played at the edges of my mouth. 

"They say you should take a picture if you want something to last longer." Felix quipped, amused at my open admiration.

"That's a splendid idea, thank you, Felix."

I couldn't contain the laughter that poured from my mouth as I reached over to grab his blue Polaroid camera from his nightstand. I lined my eye up with the viewfinder and quickly snapped a candid shot.  

After the picture popped out, I waved it chaotically in front of myself to encourage the development of the photograph.

A small chuckle pulled my attention away from the materializing photo and to the man whose face was now inches from mine.

He regarded me in a way that had the butterflies in my stomach reeling. I saw adoration, a hint of playfulness, and an emotion that looked like longing. But I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me. 

Because there was no way that Felix Catton would ever long for me.

Even though I longed for him. 

A slight blush crept up my cheeks under his stare, so I evaded his gaze and looked down just in time to see the picture fully developed. 

"Is it ready?" He questioned curiously.

I nodded in reply, biting my lip. Gazing at the small picture, I knew I would cherish it forever. 

"Let's see it then, shall we?" Felix sat up, disrupting our close contact, and held out his hand. "How do I look?"

"You look positively ghastly," I jested.

"You little brat," He playfully scolded, swiping the photograph out of my hand to inspect it himself.

"I think I look proper sexy if ya ask me," Felix declared proudly.

"You're just stating the obvious," I retorted, extending my hand toward Felix to take the Polaroid picture back.

He eyed me impishly, holding the photo above his head so it was totally out of my reach. "Why do you want it back? Are you looking to expand your wank bank?"

My face turned beet red, and it wasn't because of heat.

"No! I want to add it to my photography portfolio," I fibbed as I tried my mightiest to retrieve the picture from Felix.

"You have no photography portfolio!" He laughed loudly, raising the photo higher into the air.

"Well, I could."  I retorted.

I continued to fight Felix for the photograph, both of us giggling profusely. 

"Give it back."

"Not unless you admit it."

"There's nothing to admit! I don't have a wank bank. I don't even use the word wank because where I'm from, we say masturbate like normal people." 

"Wow, I forgot how you Americans speak like such heathens."

The faux-offended expression I wore only made Felix giggle louder. That motivated me to reclaim the photo once and for all. 

But, unbeknownst to either of us, I had ended up on Felix's lap during our play fight.

A leg was on either side of his middle as I straddled him. My thighs tensed around his muscular body, and my left hand braced against his damp chest.

We fell silent as each of us evaluated the situation. Feeling Felix's hard body beneath mine in such an intimate way was something I had only fantasized about up until now.

Our breaths turned shallow, and I audibly swallowed. I struggled to refrain from rocking my hips to calm the ache that had developed between my legs. 

Felix dropped the picture as he extended his hand toward me. His calloused digits traced the length of my collarbone before they rose to touch the pulse in my neck that was beating out of control. 

I honed in on his dilated pupils as he slowly wrapped his large hand around my throat, squeezing gently, causing the ache in my core to turn into a steady throbbing.

A moan escaped my throat as I reveled in the possessive hold he had on me. Goosebumps littered my skin, and my nipples hardened, rubbing against the fabric of my shirt and fueling my arousal even further. 

"Fuck, good girl," He whispered, strained, as he adjusted his fingers on my skin, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. 

"Please," I begged quietly, even though I didn't exactly know what I was begging for. More of this, I suppose—more of Felix.

"Please, what, sweetheart? I -"

Felix's sentence was interrupted by my phone ringing.

We broke out of whatever spell we were under, and Felix quickly rose from the bed, sending me tumbling against the pillows.

I hastily shot up and began haphazardly searching for my phone. After rummaging through my purse, I located the device, accepted the call, and brought it to my ear without bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hello?" I said, wholly frazzled and disconcerted because of the moment I had just shared with Felix. 

"Iris? Where are you?" Eric angrily spoke from the other end of the phone.

Panic surged through my veins as I apprehensively checked the time on the clock resting on Felix's desk. I wasn't supposed to meet him anywhere, so why was he so infuriated?

"What are you talking about, Eric?" I couldn't help the nerves that stained my voice. 

"You're not in your room," he spoke accusatorily. 

"No, I'm not," I conceded. 

"Well, Where are you?" 

"I'm at a friend's," I replied quietly, finally glancing at Felix, standing on the other side of his room, staring at me intently as if he was analyzing my reaction to this phone call in great detail. 

"What friend? You don't have any friends."

I cringed at his words and felt ashamed because I knew they were true. Eric frequently forbade me from ever going out or meeting anyone new. So, my social circle was pretty much nonexistent. He said it was in my best interests that I stayed in my room and studied, but it was blatantly apparent that he wanted an utterly co-dependent girlfriend. 

"Tell me your location," my boyfriend demanded. 

"Look, Eric," I said, turning away from Felix so he wouldn't see the panic rising on my face. "I'm just hanging out with a friend. It's not a big deal."

"Does this friend happen to be Felix Catton? Rumor has it that you've joined his little click."

"Yeah, we've hung out a couple of times. But, like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll be available later if you desperately need to see me today." 

"A couple of times? I trust you remember how much I don't particularly appreciate lying, Iris. Don't you recall what happened the last time you tried to lie to me?"

My stomach dropped as my eyes jumped to the white scar that ran from my middle finger and past my wrist.

"Yes, I remember," I whispered. 

"Good. You know what to do."

With that, the line dropped, signaling that Eric had hung up. 

I stayed motionless as my boyfriend's words painfully dug into my skin.

"You know what to do."

Eric expected me to cut things off with Felix. But the sheer idea of never seeing Felix again was exquisitely excruciating.

"You ok?"

Felix's voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I spun around to see him slowly padding across the room and toward me. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled, avoiding his eyes. 

I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I leave Felix, it'll destroy me. But if I stay, I'll face Eric's repercussions. 

"Hey, look at me," Felix said, gently raising my chin with his hand, "Did he say something to upset you?"

"Who?" I asked, prolonging the inevitable. 

"Eric. Did he say something?"

"I- It's nothing, I promise." 

Felix's face hardened, "Iris, what did he say to you?"

My eyes jumped from his face to the floor as I mentally searched for an answer to satisfy him and keep my conversation with Eric private. 

"Look, it's complicated, ok? Eric gets upset sometimes, and I must carefully navigate things with him."

Felix dropped his hand from my chin before running both hands through his hair. 

"Look, I don't want to tell you what to do, but I worry about you being in the company of someone like Eric. He's not a good person. The things I've heard about him are downright vile."

"I know," I mumbled. "I want to break up with him. It's just-"

My voice broke before I could complete my sentence.

"What? What is it, love?" Felix stepped so close that our chests were nearly touching. He brushed a stray hair out of my face and carefully tucked it behind my ear. "You can tell me anything, I promise," he whispered.

I tilted my head back to look up at Felix; his brows creased in concern at the tears threatening to spill from my wide eyes. 

"I'm scared of him, Felix. I don't know what he'll do to me if I try to leave him."

"I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that for me, darling?" 

I nodded my head earnestly. 

"Has Eric ever hurt you?"

After a beat, I nodded again, but this time, it was slower and filled with ignominy.

Felix took a deep breath, and the fury embedded in his body was evident. 

"Listen to me very carefully," Felix spoke, low and rough. "Eric will never hurt you again because I will not allow it. If he even looks in your direction, I swear I'll-"

"No, Felix, I don't want you to go to any trouble for me," I interrupted, shaking my head fervently. 

"Iris-"

"No, I don't want to be a burden-"

"You're not a burden. You could never be a burden, Christ, love," Felix breathed heavily.

He placed both hands firmly on my shoulders before speaking again.

"Iris, you are incredibly special to me. Ever since I saw you that day on the quad, I've had this overwhelming urge to protect and take care of you. You're my friend. And I won't allow someone to harm what is mine." 

Felix's voice bore so much honesty and passion that I succumbed to silence. All I could focus on was his declaration.

"I'm going to help you get out of this, ok?" he said softly.

I wordlessly nodded before Felix pulled me into his chest and tightly enveloped me in his arms as if trying to protect me from all the world's cruelty. 

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chapter index

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

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[candywife333]

Fish-wife or No Wife

Summary: Did Jungkook have a wife? The rumor mill had been churning for years, divided on this one topic. He was a successful worldwide pop star who was always seen with a different lady on his arm, as he flitted from country to country enjoying his prolific career. The reason for the lingering suspicion was a cryptic social media post showing a picture of 2 kids who shared the same exact eyes and smile as him. So in fact, if he truly did have a wife, who was she? And why had the public never seen her? Perhaps she didn't wish to be seen.

Description : famous pop-star/idol jungkook x chubby y/n , might be two-shot or trilogy

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook shown in this fanfic does not accurately represent Jungkook's true personality or actions. Please treat this story as fiction.

Trigger warnings: mild voyeurism, dub-con (still debating on this), rough sex

Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/candywife333/733312853462974464/fish-wife-or-no-wife

I looked out the window, joyously peering at the bevy of daisies and pink carnations crowding outside. As usual the entire mansion I lived in with my two kids, Iro and Mari, remained peacefully quiet except for their occasional tinkling laughter floating downstairs. My babies, aged 4 and 7 were having their tutoring sessions at home. The tutor, a sweet girl by the name of Lim Nara frequented our house to teach them math and science. They loved her as did I.

For the perhaps millionth time in the past 6 years, I patted myself on the back for the wise decision I had made. Marrying Jungkook was the smartest choice I had ever made. We had a marriage of convenience that the general public had no knowledge of. He had proposed marriage to me when he was left with Iro, still a baby at the time, after a one night stand with a foreign model.

I had always desperately wished for children, even as a I had worked a pretty rigorous career in PR for HYBE. Being 25 at the time, I wanted a life of leisure after working all throughout high school and college to support myself and my sister, Wei, when my parents had succumbed to loan sharks and eventual death at the hands of alcohol.

One night I had been getting ready to head home when Jungkook, the notorious play boy pop-star had stumbled into me as I was exiting the building. He had a baby in his hands, who could've been not more than 1 year of age. I didn't realize that I would meet the love of my life that night. I was arrested in place by the little chubby baby with fat rolls all over his little thighs and miniature arms, with soft curly black hair, a round face resembling that of the full moon, and big black eyes that sparkled with happiness and love.

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. Shocked at bumping into the pop star with a little baby I had jolted in surprise, "Are you alright Jungkook-ssi? Everything ok with you? Do you need any help?" The indefinitely reserved man had expressively opened his doe shaped eyes as far as he could and stuttered in a manner unlike his usual, "Could you please take care of this baby for the night? I will pay you. I have to be at a fashion event which goes on later this night. And even though I tried contacting the baby sitter, she is not picking her phone up right now".

I was shocked for a few seconds at this sudden plea for help. I didn't even know Jungkook that well, except for a few meetings in which PR employees were required to iron out some rules about social media engagement for him and the rest of the members of BTS. Partly still paralyzed in bewilderment and a sudden unworldly connection with this beautiful little bundle of fluffy giggles and flailing chubby limbs, I took the baby from him, "Sure Jungkook-ssi. I don't mind watching the baby for the night."

Jungkook know his request had been odd and rather rude as Y/N was an entire stranger. However, he couldn't decline this event. It was a prelude to a bigger calvin klein shoot that would take place later this year in Tokyo. And he had to be there. Anna , baby Iro's mother, had left him on his doorstep in the most callous way, jetting off to Madrid for a different photo shoot with her modeling agency.

He had made the stupid mistake of not using protection that night, and had wrought the consequences. Jungkook stared at Y/N briefly, assessing her. Even though he knew she was not in a relationship, she looked like a mother. She was the type of girl who you knew would take care of babies and nurture them. She was curvy , with luscious thick hair cascading down her back and a very warm face. The quintessential girl next door. Nothing dazzling or glamorous to look at, but sweet and friendly. Like a neighborhood librarian. Or the girl next door who you could ask sugar from.

All the members of BTS knew she was the fixer upper of the PR time, very skilled at her job and aware of what she had to do to avoid bad press. Extremely efficient but kind, human in a way that they had not seen in years, even since their debut. Jungkook was at a loss for what to do and he had been coming to the agency to look for his manager. Yet, to his great luck he had found Y/N.

The next morning he had popped up at Y/N's apartment to take Baby Iro. When the door opened, he noticed Baby Iro giggling and playing with pokemon stuffed plushies in a corner as Y/N made something that smelled like sweet rice congee. She was dressed in a pink satin robe that concealed yet hinted at her lush frame. Her hair was in a bun as she ladeled him a bowl with a plate of cooked salmon and seaweed soup.

"Please eat, you must be exhausted from the shoot". As she walked over to Baby Iro, placing him on her lap as she persuaded him to take a bite of congee, Jungkook had the brightest idea. "Y/N, would you marry me?" Y/N almost fell off the sofa shocked at his sudden abrupt proposal. She chuckled in disbelief, mouth frozen in confusion, "What do yo mean Jungkook -ssi? Is this some type of prank?"

Jungkook ran over to hold her soft hands in his. He rambled, eager to get out his explanation before she put him outside his door on his way, "I need someone to look after Iro. With my lifestyle and the way I want to live, a baby does not fit into my plans. But I do not want to abandon my flesh and blood. If we are married, I will gaurantee you a third of my wealth written in a pre-nuptial and whatever else you would like. We would keep your identity hidden. Please consider my proposal. We can have a marriage of convenience, written out in a contract. No feelings, just business."

I stared at him in shock at his boldness and audacity. As the request filtered through my brain, I realized it for the great opportunity it was. I wouldn't have to serve a man, but would have all the privileges that came with being married to such a prominent star. He would barely be in the house, jetting god knows where with god knows who. And I could have wealth, peace, baby Iro and a baby of my own. Everything I yearned to have since I was a little girl. Babies of my own and money. Money that would not trap me into a desolate life. I could pay for Wei's college and set myself up for a stable life.

Measuring my words carefully, I solemnly uttered, "If you want this to happen, I want complete anonymity and my name written into the pre-nuptial with the amount you suggested. My only other stipulations are that I have a separate house for me and Iro, away from you. I need to ensure Iro has a stable upbringing without having to see models and other stars come in and out of the house constantly. The last condition is that I would like to have your child. We can do this through artificial insemination in a clinic. I have always wanted a house with children and if you intend on asking something this big from me, I intend to do the same. You and I will never engage in sexual intercourse and will keep this strictly a marriage of convenience. You will visit the kids at least once a month. I have no other say in what you do with your life, and wish you follow the same boundaries with me".

He sat there shell shocked at my quick rejoinder to his preposterous proposition, chewing on his lip ring , bangs occluding his dark eyes, pondering my requests. His voice reverberated through the room with finality, " I agree. You have a deal. I will have my lawyers draw the papers and that is what we shall do." We had a civil ceremony the next day itself, taking less than 15 minutes for the signing of the papers. He had looked disinterested and barely spoke through the ceremony.

After this interaction, I didn't see him till 2 months later. I had shifted into a beautiful house resembling a gargantuan cottage placed in Jeju near the coast. It was exactly what I had been hoping for, a home, away from the pollution of the city. He had written a third of his wealth into the pre-nuptial, which would be used at my discretion. The first thing I did was to pay off Wei's tuition for university and any debt our parents had left us.

I took a decent sum of what he had written in my name and invested it in many other tiny resorts in Jeju, making sure that the money would multiply. My kids and I would be set for generations. That was the aim. Iro was growing day by day, from a chubby little baby who giggled and snorted at the swaying daffodils and baby turtles that washed up onto the beach near the house, to a healthy glowing kid, friendly and happy, intelligent with a beautiful voice reminiscent of his father.

Jungkook kept his promise and showed up for a fortnight once a month to visit Iro the first year. The year after, his visits decreased. And with each passing birthday of Iro, the visits dwindled even further. He had kept his promise of providing sperm for artificial insemination, and as Iro turned 4, I had Mari. Wei came to help me during that time and we both watched Iro. The nights together were beautiful. Wei would help me cook all my favorite dishes and desserts, as we relaxed with house staff in the evenings, setting up beach promenades and tiny little parties for Iro and baby Mari.

My life became exactly as I envisioned it. Born on Christmas, Mari showed up as a mischievious chubby little tot into the world, breaking the glasses of the doctor who had delivered her. She was ridiculously strong, turning over entire flower beds even at the age of 2, learning to walk ridiculously quickly. Breastfeeding her was a travesty. She would tug at my nipples impatiently with her teeth sometimes , forcing the milk to enter her mouth.

My babies and I were living the dream. Jungkook stopped showing up a month before my delivery. He never saw Mari or Iro. From tabloids and news, Wei and I gathered that he was too busy hanging out with his members, attending parties and fashion events, living the busy pop star life. The tabloids held sensational titles of his new paramours, a new one close to every month. The women were so beautiful, otherworldly compared to me. I stayed healthy but curvy, thick thighs and butt, with a plusher stomach. The only drastic change to my body were the big boobs that had been blessed from pregnancy, that grew to be 2 bigger cups.

I had loose skin, and cellulite, and slightly droopy breasts. But I was happy and peaceful. I had everything I could ask for, taking care of my babies, stacking our money continuously as I wrote novels under a pseudonym. My romance novels were popular, and I had a book signing lined up next month in Seoul I intended to take the kids to as well.

Just as I was booking tickets for Seoul, I received an invite from Jungkook's secretary, "Hello Ms. Y/N. Mr. Jeon Jungkook is requesting you attendance for a banquet that is happening in his main residence. His parents will be attending and he would like to introduce the kids to them. Please promptly be there in the next 2 weeks at 9 AM. Thank you."

Well I guess the kids and I would be going sooner than I expected.

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[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

part 1 - how you meet

summary: part one, harry and y/n meet for the first time. it isn’t smooth sailing, but shes intrigued.

warnings: none

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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“Fuck, shit!”, you swore, hitting the espresso maker, once and then again, when the only thing it did was to spew more steam at you, fogging up your glasses.

“You alright?”, one of your coworkers asked and you nodded, though defeated.

“You think you can take over preparing the drinks for me, while I’ll handle the register? If I have to fight this machine one more time, something will be broken and it will either be my hand or the coffeemaker.” You looked at him desperately, your hands folded together in a silent plea.

“Alright, alright”, he laughed, “Don’t want to call an ambulance because you couldn’t control your anger. At least I won’t have to deal with asshole customers anymore.” He passed you and you blew him a bunch of exaggerated kisses before sliding right behind the cash register, slightly more motivated to finish the rest of your shift than before.

It was unusually quiet for Friday afternoon, normally all of the tables would’ve been taken- from desperate college students trying to finish their essays to single mothers, hoping to rekindle their failed love life. Although the job was a pain in your ass and barely covered all the bills and loans you had to pay off, it always had something to offer for your personal entertainment.

But now, as you waited for something to happen, other than the few fifteen years olds throwing straws at each other in the corner booth, you felt terribly bored. Your elbows quickly found their way to the counter and you put your chin in your waiting hands, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

The nameless indie music idling out of the speakers above your head lulled you in a state of trance as you stared at the passer-by’s outside of the store, the big glass front not sparing you any detail. Even your coworker, who was the only employee inside the store besides you, had sat down on a few cases of soda stacked together, blasting TikTok and its annoying sounds throughout the whole store, but in this moment you couldn’t care less.

Then, suddenly, you were ripped out of your daydreaming by the bell ringing above the door and you stood up fast, startling not only the newcomers, but yourself as well.

“Hey, welcome in. Is there anything I can get started for you?”, you asked, peering at the three men, who just stared for a moment, as if assessing the situation. Weird.

The place you worked at was in a small side street, away from the bigger crowds, with quirky names for almost all of the things you had on your menu, so you gave your new customers a second to understand and choose something from your assortment.

Before you could turn away and pretend to be busy, one of them spoke up, though quietly, you could barely hear him.

“Hi. Sorry, we didn’t expect such an enthusiastic greeting. Is there anything you would recommend?” His voice was deep and gentle and you couldn’t help but admit that he looked exactly like the kind of man you would usually go for.

“I don’t know”, you reply, your voice now back to its usual octave and enthusiasm- or rather the lack thereof, “I usually just get the Iced Caramel Macchiato.”

To this day, you still refused to read any of the actual names of the drinks out loud.

“I’ll take that one then”, the man said, smiling at you. You nod as you type his order into your register.

“Anything else?”, you asked, smiling your “customer service smile” as your friends jokingly called it and the other two men nodded, replying with their orders.

“Alright, will that be to-go or are you staying in?” You waited for a second while they looked at each other and thought to yourself “That question couldn’t have been that hard”.

Finally, the guy with the long, brown hair mumbled “To go, please.”

“Okay then, swipe your card whenever you’re ready. And I need a name to call when your coffee is done.”

“Harry”, the guy who spoke to you first replied and stepped forward, pressing his card on the card reader. You nodded satisfied.

You turned around briefly, to check if you coworker, Charlie, got the order. Pleased that he was already on it, you directed your gaze back to the front of the store. Startled, you reeled back. Harry, who was the only one still standing in front of the counter, was starting at you intently. The other two had fallen back, standing near the door, as if they were waiting- no rather watching out for something- or someone.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?”, you inquired, observing how his shoulders rode up defensively. He was wearing a long, blue jacket, a hat and sunglasses and if you were honest, his outfit looked absolutely ridiculous. Paired with the black nike shorts, he looked a bit mismatched, like he was unsure whether it was warm out or not. You could’ve easily answered that question, seeing as you had been sweating profusely since you left your studio apartment this morning.

You were sure you looked disgusting, your uniform clinging uncomfortably to the body parts you most certainly didn’t want them to stick to, mascara probably smudged from the humidity from the steam that had been blowing in your face earlier.

How he managed to still look fresh, even with the thick jacket on was an absolute mystery to you.

“No, no, sorry. I like your button”, he answered, referring to the grumpy cat pin your mother had gifted you a while ago. It was ridiculous and cheesy, but it reminded you of home, so you wore it anytime you felt even slightly homesick. You debated telling him as much, but you weren’t up for much of a conversation, so you settled on a polite “Thank you.”

He smiled and nodded.

“Order for Harry?”, Charlie called and the man looked around, rather paranoid, as if he was scared someone was going to jump up from behind the counter any second.

“That’s me”, he said, still shyly smiling at you before turning towards the pick-up station.

“Have a nice day”, you called out sarcastically behind him and he waved, walking out the door, his company joining soon after.

You exhaled deeply and turned towards Charlie again, who suddenly squealed loudly. “Oh my God, what?”, you said, clutching your hand over your chest.

“Do you know who that was?”, he asked, excitedly, “Harry fucking Styles. And I think he liked you with all that staring he did.”

“No, it wasn’t. Was it?”, you asked disbelievingly. He nodded, “Oh, yeah. It was him. I’d recognize him anywhere. I think he’s actually having a show in town tonight.”

“But why would he come in here out of all places? I mean, we’re far away from anything slightly entertaining or fun.” You looked at Charlie quizzically.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, “Maybe that’s exactly the point. What are the odds of getting recognized by hoards of fans in a small shop like this?”

“I guess so.”

You grabbed a wet cloth from the sink, starting to wipe down the counter, not able to shake the fact that superstar Harry Styles just walked into your workplace, however annoyed you might’ve been at that moment, it had felt oddly right and somehow meaningful. You touched the pin on your apron carefully, smiling at the chipped feeling of the plastic fading at the edges.

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Two days later, the incident- which was how Charlie kept calling it, was nothing but a fun story you could tell your friends and something to be teased about by your coworkers. Yes, you had been kind of rude to him, maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer. Treat People with Kindness or whatever he always preached. But it was in the past now. It wasn’t like you would ever see him again.

At least that’s what you told the part of yourself that kept insisting that maybe he would return- the nagging voice that believed Charlie, who kept shooting you meaningful glances whenever one of Harry’s songs played on the radio.

You were in a middle of a lunch rush, the small room of the shop packed with people, when your wishful thinking suddenly became reality. Right in the middle, as if the crowd had split in two, he appeared. Or maybe he had just entered through the door like everyone else did and patiently waited in line. You couldn’t be sure.

“Harry, hi”, you greeted sincerely, when he approached the counter, “What brings you back?” You smiled ruefully, thinking about your last interaction.

“Hi. Slightly better mood today, huh?” So he had picked up on it last time. Your eyes travelled down his body quickly- you couldn’t help it, sue you. He was wearing a white button down this time, messily tucked in a light washed pair of denim shorts- although he managed to make it look stylish- and no sunglasses. His hair was hidden by a yellow crochet bucket hat. Cute.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know who you were and I wasn’t having a good day. What can I do for you today?”, you apologized.

“I think everyone deserves kindness, even if they weren’t popular. But it’s alright, can’t always be nice, especially in customer service. I get it, worked in a bakery for some time back at home.” He took his own shtick quite seriously you noted, but smiled politely.

“I would love to talk to you some more, but the place is packed right now. Is there anything I can get for you?”, you tried again.

“Yeah, yeah”, he chuckled, “I’ll get the Iced Caramel Macchiato again, it was really good the last time and also-“, he paused for a second, looking at your display of pastries, “One of the vegan carrot cakes, please.”

“Sure, anything else?”

“No, that’s all, thank you.”

You finish the transaction and say goodbye before tending to the next customer, a middle aged woman raising her eyebrows impatiently at you.

The rest of your shift goes by smoothly, with only a few minor incidents disrupting your flow. It all felt to good to be true, your interaction with Harry still in the back of your mind. The conversation had left you unsatisfied, craving more.

You didn’t know much about him, besides that he was Harry Styles and apparently currently on tour. He shared something with you and you couldn’t help but wonder if there would’ve been more if you had just let him talk. That’s what you reprimanded yourself for as you took of your apron and the shirt you wore for work in the locker rooms, pulling on a black hoodie with a nonsensical print on the front.

“I’ll see you tomorrow”, you yelled in the general direction of the store as you leave through the back door, a cigarette already waiting to be lit in your right hand. It was a bad habit and you were desperate to stop smoking- but on days like this it was the only thing keeping you sane.

“Hey”, a voice suddenly called and you shot up surprised, the cig almost falling out of your mouth. You took a quick drag before lowering it. Turning around, you spotted Harry of all people leaning against the wall of the back of your shop.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”, you asked disbelievingly, clutching your chest dramatically.

“Sorry, one of your coworkers told me what time you get off. They also told me your name”, he explained, peering at you with his green eyes. Fuck, why did he have to be so handsome?

“Stalker-much?”, you couldn’t help but ask, only half joking. You brought your cigarette up to your lips again, inhaling deeply, before blowing out the smoke through your nose- welcoming the rush the nicotine gave you.

“I just wanted the chance to have a conversation with you, Y/N”, he said, rolling his eyes, but smiling at the same time. It was weird hearing your name out of his mouth.

“Why?” He shrugged helplessly, observing you smoke for a second before answering.

“Fuck if I know. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, even on stage, and my friends kept teasing me. I’m in town until tomorrow, then I’m off to Cardiff.”

“Yeah, I get it. My coworker Charlie kept wagging his eyebrows at me everytime he saw someone wearing your merch. He was the one preparing the drinks for you.” You hoisted up your tote bag, which kept slipping of your shoulder.

Harry chuckled. “He did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. The Macchiato was really good. Cashier had some perks too though.”

“He’ll pass out if I tell him what you just said. But tell me more about this cashier. Were they cute?”, you flirted back, a smirk on your face.

“Oh, very. I was hoping it’d get her number by chance”, he tried as you threw the butt of your cigarette on the pavement, stomping it out with your checkered Vans.

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not everyday an international pop-star asks me for my cell. Can’t resist your charm”, you said quietly. His shoulders dropped slightly, as if remembering his position in the world, but he caught himself.

Harry hands you his phone and says, “Just type it in yourself. It’s always easier this way.”

You nodded, taking his phone with clammy hands. What a weird, surreal world you were suddenly thrown into. The fact that he trusted you enough to just pass you his phone. The fact that he was standing opposite you, watching you, being interested in you. You wondered if this was all a dream you’d suddenly be woken up from.

But no one did. This was reality, you realized as you pressed the cellphone back into his waiting hand, brushing it with the movement. You looked at each other for a moment.

“The cute girl from the coffee place? Really?”, he asked and you giggled. Honest to God giggled. What has your life become?

Harry pocketed his phone, letting his hands hang loosely at his sides. “Well”, he cleared his throat, “I have to go. Rehearsals and all that. I’m already too late. I’ll text you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Sure”, you answered, smiling softly, “I’ll be waiting.” You step closer, standing on your tiptoes and pressed a light kiss to his cheek- a barely there brush of lips, but he still blushed.

“I’ll see you around, H.”

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well, this marks the first part of my first ever series on this account. i’m actually so excited to see what people think. don’t forget to leave a like& follow for more<3 stay tuned!

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[kingkatsuki]

Dial Tones Part One | Eddie Munson x reader

☏ Masterlist.

This is an idea I had which should’ve been a one-shot but has now evolved into a multi-chap. Thank you to anyone that gives this a go!

Part of @arlertslove​ Are We Live? event. Thank you so much for letting me join, lovely!💕

Summary: “I ain’t here for therapy, sweetheart.”

“You do realise this is a premium service?” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, my wallet definitely knows,” Eddie smirked, “I just like the sound of your voice.”

Starting a job as a phone sex operator was supposed to be temporary, you were just trying to earn enough money to move out of your parents home and pay off your loans. The biggest rules were don’t tell your clients any personal information, and definitely don’t fall in love.

But you hadn’t counted on one of your clients being Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, no beta, Eddie calls a sex line, weed mention, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, dirty talk, lots of suggestive content, reader introduces herself with a fake sex line name but Eddie hates it and doesn’t use it really.

Word Count: 7.7k.

Loneliness had always been prevalent inside Eddie Munson, it was difficult not to be when he’d lost so many people in his life. But it began to feel worse after he made it back from The Upsidedown. An incident that should’ve made him grateful to survive, to keep his life after so many others lost theirs, but he couldn’t help but feel like it had been wasted on him– that it should’ve been him. The nightmares that continued to plague his dreams since he made it back to Hawkins had begun to seep into his consciousness too, affecting his work and making it near impossible for him to attempt finding a stable relationship. Not that he’d find one in this shitty town anyway, even though he’d graduated High School, the same labels that shouldn’t exist still defined him. Even though he’d been cleared of all charges, he’d always just be the town freak. In the end, it had just been a reminder of how lonely he really was.

Eddie twirled the pack around in his fingers, pinching the sides together as the material flexed beneath his touch. The words glistened in the low lights of his bedroom as he read over the words again.

“Your happy ending is just a phone call away.

DIAL: XXX-XXX”

A dramatic pair of red lips were beside the phone number, the other side had a pair of breasts with “CALL ME” in bright red font.

Truth be told, the tits on the pack had been the only reason Eddie had picked it up. His eyes caught the card on a table at a truck stop that he was at with his Uncle Wayne when they’d travelled south to pick up parts for his truck, smirking at the picture as he pocketed it on the way back from the restroom.

He had absolutely no intention of calling the number, the card sitting forgotten in his jacket pocket for the next few weeks until he was searching for a lighter. His trusty zippo flickered as he tried to light his joint as he searched for a pack of matches he remembered grabbing earlier that week. Smiling in victory as he grabbed the pack of matches, snapping one out before striking it against the back. Holding his joint towards the flame as he waited for it to ignite, heaving a sigh of relief as the smoke finally began to seep into his lungs.

Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands, the joint held precariously between his fingers as he tried to forget the negative memories. Resting back on his mattress as he read the pack one more time, “Your happy ending, just a phone call away”— what kind of bullshit was that, he couldn’t help but laugh. Wondering how many lonely men picked up the same packs of matches at truck stops along the highway and actually called the number, thinking they were talking to a sexy young thing when in reality it was an old lady with no teeth. Snorting at his wild imagination as he tossed the card onto the bed beside him so he could grab his beer, taking a long swig from the bottle as he relaxed in his bedroom. The loud guitars of Iron Maiden played through his speaker as the drugs and alcohol began to flow through his system, feeling himself begin to relax as his foot bobbed to the music as it hung off the edge of his bed.

Maybe it was the beer or weed that gave him the confidence to call the number, morbid curiosity getting the better of him as he made his way into the kitchen to tug the phone off the wall. Holding the receiver between the curve of his shoulder and neck as his fingers messily keyed in the phone number, holding the card in his other hand. Eddie’s heart was racing in his chest as the phone began to ring, unsure what to expect or who exactly would be picking up. If anything he could laugh it off and hang up after the first minute, giving him another wild story to tell his friends about the time he called a sex operator (of course, it would be fully embellished for maximum effect).

All the bravado disappeared the moment he heard a click on the other end, with someone picking up his call.

“Well hi there, big boy. I’m so lucky you called me tonight-”

Big boy? Eddie’s mouth was agape at the pet name, your silky voice practically sang through the speaker. It should’ve made him laugh, it sounded ridiculous and he couldn’t imagine the number of men you’d recycled that exact same line on. But Eddie was floored, his cock twitched beneath his jeans as the airy sound had blood rushing straight between his thighs.

You sounded different to all those women in the porn VHS tapes he watched, a saccharine melody to your tone as Eddie was certain it’s the sound he’d hear if he ever made it to meet the man upstairs.

“Hello? Come on, big boy. Don’t be shy. You still here with me?”

“Uh- hi?” Eddie mumbled. All the bravado that he held inside him seemed to disappear at the sultry sound of your voice, for the first time Eddie Munson found himself speechless.

“Hey, big boy. Got a name?” Every time you called him that pet name it had his cock throbbing, and Eddie wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive hearing it again.

“I- uh, yeah-” Clenching his eyes shut in embarrassment as he tried to tell himself to calm down, his hand holding the back of his neck as the other gripped the receiver, “It’s Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie,” You cooed on the other side of the phone, and if he thought the pet name would kill him, the sound of his actual name in that husky tone would surely send him over the edge, “Let me grab your credit card info and we can get started, yeah? Whatever you want-”

“This is so stupid,” Eddie grunted moving his hand up to grab the receiver to slam it back on the line but you stopped him, “Dunno why I even called, sorry.”

“Wait! Eddie?” There you go again, saying his voice like that, “Is this your first time?”

In everything.

Of course you could tell, he was probably being painfully obvious. 21 and still a virgin, not that there was anyone in this town he’d want to touch with a six-foot pole, but there had to be someone that wanted him. Or he’d be resigned to fuck his fist for the rest of his miserable life.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, as he felt his cheeks heat up.

“That’s okay,” You cooed, “I can talk you through everything, help you relax.”

Your voice was doing anything but, his cock tenting his jeans as it stretched the firm denim. Shifting his hips to try and give himself some slight relief as his fingers teased the cord of the phone, trying to remember to breathe.

“O-okay,”

“You can’t tell me a little about what you’re into, the things you like, what you want me to call you, and I can help you relax. How does that sound?”

Stupid. It sounded stupid. He didn’t even know how to answer those questions when he’d never really tried anything. Sure, he’d watched more porn than he’d probably like to admit, gaining a wealth of knowledge in that department. Different niche kinks and fetishes that most men in Hawkins probably couldn’t even name, and definitely more expertise than most men his age. But he’d never actually tried anything, not knowing if the things he liked to watch and read about would be the same things that he’d enjoy in practice. Well, if nothing else at least he knew where the clit was.

“Okay,” He mumbled, unsure how to respond as he chewed his gum.

“What made you call anyway?” There was silence on the other side of the phone as Eddie pondered the question, “Eddie?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Is it the fact I’m sat here alone smoking weed in my room on a Sunday night? Or maybe the fact I’m 21 and still a fucking virgin who can’t get a single girl in this shitty fucking town to even look at me.” He blurted, instantly hating the drugs and alcohol in his system for lowering his inhibitions.

“Then you must live in a town full of idiots,” Your reply was so simple, but it had his heart pounding against his ribcage, ready to burst free.

“Dunno about that,” He laughed, picking up his joint from the ashtray as he moved it back to his lips to take a large toke, “No one’s gonna wanna touch the town freak.”

You could hear the sad tone of his voice as he went quiet on the other side of the phone, letting the smoke slowly exhale from his lungs as it settled in the air of his trailer.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand.

“Don’t be sorry,” You cooed, “Is that why you called?”

Honestly, he didn’t know why he’d called. Boredom, curiosity, loneliness? Perhaps all three.

“Dunno.”

“Well, I’m alone on a Sunday night too, maybe we can be alone together?” The seductive huskiness of your voice had him pulsating, his chest heaving as he tried to adjust the tent in his jeans.

“Bet you could talk to anyone you wanted on this line though, huh?” Eddie scoffed, leaning his shoulder against the kitchen wall as he took another drag of his joint.

“Well I am, I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” You laughed airly, and Eddie found his lip curling into a smile at the sound of it.

“Like you have a choice when I’m paying for the privilege, sweetheart.”

“Trust me, there are definitely worse people I could be talking to right now,” You whispered, and Eddie wondered what kind of clients you had to deal with on this line to have a response like that. Or maybe you were talking about people in your personal life, maybe family, a boyfriend, a husband–

“What should I call you?” His voice was soft, eager.

“Whatever you wanna call me,” The same sultry rasp returned to your voice as Eddie grinned on the other side of the phone. This felt like something directly out of a budget porno.

“No, what’s your name?”

Most men had fantasies, some had you pretending to be their ex-wives, their coworkers, or their best friend's wives. Anything that would get them off quickly so you could get paid and clock out.

“You not got an ex or a crush or anything you wanna fantasise about, Eddie?” You teased and were met with silence.

Eddie had liked girls in the past, of course, he had. There were plenty of crushes he’d experienced growing up in Hawkins, he’d even convinced himself he was in love with Chrissy Cunningham in high school, but none of them even really mattered to him now.

“Nah,” He scoffed, “Unless you wanna call yourself Elvira.”

“Oh, so you want me to be your mistress of darkness?” You laughed, but Eddie dropped his joint at your response.

“Shit,” He cursed as he bent down to pick it up before he set fire to the trailer, rubbing the fallen ash with a socked foot.

“Is everything okay?” You asked softly.

“Yeah, s’fine.” Eddie grunted, “So you gonna tell me your real name or am I gonna have to guess?”

“You can call me Cherry,”

Eddie knew there had to be some sort of anonymity in doing this job, but he’d hoped that at the very least he might be able to learn your actual name.

“Yeah, okay. Cherry.” Eddie rolled his eyes, “That your real name, yeah?”

“Tonight it is.” You laughed, light and airy and Eddie was certain he was going to pass out. He felt lightheaded as he leaned back against the kitchen wall.

“Okay, Cherry.” Eddie scoffed, but felt himself falling into the illusion, “I guess we’re both just losers at home alone together on a Sunday night, huh?”

His thoughts were immediately consumed by what you might look like- certain that if he were to ask you’d probably concoct an image of his perfect girl just to add to this fantasy.

“I guess we are.” You laughed again and it had Eddie’s heart doing somersaults.

“Pretty shitty for us though, right?”

There's just something about you, or maybe it’s the crippling loneliness he felt, that made him want to open up to you. He wants to tell you every little part about his life and he wants to find out about you too, the real you. Maybe it’s easier because you’re just a faceless voice, a complete stranger that he’ll probably never talk to again. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re one of the only people that doesn’t think he’s a complete freak, even if he was the one calling a sex line at past midnight. But whatever it was, Eddie found himself opening up to you.

“Things won’t always be shit, Eddie. It feels like it right now, but I promise you things will get better.” Your voice soothed him, the tone softening his exterior as he leaned against the wall of his trailer.

“Hope you’re right about that, sweetheart.” He ran a hand down his face as he sighed, “Pretty certain I’m gonna stay lonely forever.”

“You don’t know that,” You grinned on the other side of the phone, “We can control our own destiny, all we have to decide is what to do with the time given to us.”

“Did you just quote Lord of the Rings to me?” Eddie took a deep breath as he recognised the quote, his heartbeat increasing again.

“Okay, you caught me.” You laughed, “They’re actually my favourite books.”

“Fuck, me too.” He breathed, wondering how it was possible to have one conversation with you and find himself falling hard. Even when he knew absolutely nothing about you, none of this was even real-

“Your time is almost up now, Eddie.” If he wasn’t mistaken, he could’ve sworn he heard your voice drop in sadness, “You’ve wasted all your time talking to me instead of using this service for what it’s actually for.”

“It wasn’t wasted time,” Eddie replied truthfully, he couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this much.

“Well, you’ve got about five minutes left before the line disconnects. Bet I could still get you off in that time if you want.” You teased.

“You seem sure of yourself,” Eddie replied, but he was certain it was true. His cock was painfully hard, and as soon as this call was over he was definitely going to take care of it in his bathroom.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m good at my job.” You laughed again, and he felt his heart doing somersaults.

“Yeah,” He breathed, “You are.”

“You didn’t even get to experience it, Eddie,” You pouted on the other side of the line, an adorable whine to your voice, “You definitely didn’t get your money's worth.”

“Nah, it was perfect.” Eddie hummed, “Have you seen how expensive therapy is? And I didn’t even have to leave my house- You’re underselling yourself, sweetheart.”

He made you laugh.

“Your time is up now, Eddie.” You breathe out a sigh when you notice the countdown has timed down to zero. Not wanting to leave the conversation yet, “I think this is the first time I haven’t made someone cum during a call.”

“Oh, sorry.” Eddie wondered why he’d been so stupid as to not take you up on your offer, it’s what he was paying for after all. But in some ways, the phone call he’d had with you felt better. He was the only man that had spoken to you that hadn’t received his happy ending, although in some sense he thought he had.

“Don’t be sorry, I really enjoyed talking to you.” You sounded sleepy on the other line and Eddie wondered if you were going to bed after this, or maybe you were already laying in bed talking to him. Whether you’d be falling asleep thinking about him the way he knew he’d be thinking about you.

“Me too,” Eddie pauses, before clearing his throat. It’s as though he’d forgotten that this wasn’t a flirty conversation with someone and not a paid sex operator call, “Thanks for— this,”

Eddie didn’t know what to call it, the last hour was spent talking. Wondering how many other men had given the same thanks at the end of a phone call after getting themselves off to the sound of your voice, it’s something he doesn’t want to think about as he stands from his position on the floor.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Night, Eddie.” His heart throbbed at the sound of his name a final time, his hand lingering on the receiver as he waits for you to hang up first. Not quite ready for this all to be over, “Call me back if you actually want me to make you cum next time, yeah? I owe you one.”

“Yeah,” He grins, finally placing the phone back into its bracket as he makes his way towards his bedroom.

Flopping down onto his back on the mattress as the effects of the weed and alcohol have finally worn off, but he’s still left with butterflies tickling his ribcage. His cock still pulsing beneath his jeans as he rolled his hips, the length of it pressed against the rough denim as a low groan rumbled from deep in his chest. The irony was that he’d spent the better part of an hour on the line to a sex line operator and he was still painfully hard after the exchange, his fingers slipping down to his fly to unbutton his pants. Dragging them down just enough to free his aching cock as he wrapped a fist around it, hissing at the temporary relief as he gave himself a languid pump. His thumb swiped against the blunt head to collect the shiny bead of pre that glistened against the tip as he smoothed it down the underside, following the thick veins that scattered along the length of his cock twitch at the sensation.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, canting his hips to fuck himself into his fist as his thoughts began to wander, trying to picture what you might look like on the other side of the phone as he heard your voice vividly in his mind.

Leaning forward he pouted his lips to spit onto the tip of his cock for some lubrication, smoothing it along his length as he set a steady pace. He regretted not doing this on the phone with you, the curiosity of it all still heavy on his mind as he tried to imagine some of the filthy stuff you’d say to him to try and get him off. Remembering what you’d said about him telling you his likes and dislikes, so you’d know exactly what would get him off.

Tugging his shirt further up his torso as the dark trails of his happy trail were exposed, eyes clenched shut as he imagined you on your knees for him between his cock. How much better your lips would feel wrapped around his cock compared to his fist, how warm and wet your pretty mouth would be as you bobbed your head along his length. Groaning as he tightened his hand around his girth, fresh pre oozing from his slit as he circled his wrist when he reached the tip of his cock, smoothing it along his length for more lubrication as he began to rut his hips up into his hand.

“Fuck, take it-” He grunted, eyes clenched shut as he concocted the perfect fantasy in his mind. He didn’t have a clue what you looked like, and somehow he was harder than he’d ever been. Even Elvira, Joan Jett or jacking it to those adult film store VHS tapes hadn’t made him this hard, it was as though his entire body was aflame.

Clenching his teeth as his hand began to move with more urgency against his cock, the crude sound of skin against slick skin sounded in his humid bedroom as he moved his free hand to cup his heavy balls. Rolling the heavy weight of them between his fingers as he worked himself towards his release.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He mumbled, as he pictured how wet and tight your pretty pussy would be for him. Wondering how many fingers you’d be able to fit inside you before he split you apart on his cock, wondering how you’d taste-

Eddie tried to imagine your voice moaning his name, the saccharine tone to it sending jolts of electricity directly to his length. His hand tightened around his length to try and replicate how tight your pussy would feel wrapped around his cock, squeezing him as you tried to milk him for all he’s got to give.

He’d never brought himself this close to climax in such a short amount of time, his entire body throbbed as he began to picture how pretty you’d look cumming around his cock. Those velvety walls stroking his length to try and coax him towards his own release, burying himself in your tightness with each rut of his hips.

Eddie began to imagine how pretty you’d look covered in his cum, wishing that he could know what you looked like just so he could picture you with his release all over your face. Wiping the tip of his cock against your pouty lips to smear his cum against the surface as he continued his frantic pace.

“Holy shit, princess.” Eddie groaned as his tongue peeked out between his lips, imagining you beneath him, moaning salaciously as you begged him to fill you up– and he would. God, he wished you were here right now so he could see how pretty you’d look with his cum seeping out of you. Watching your fluttering hole slowly push it out as it dribbled down the curve of your asshole as his slender fingers would catch it- slowly pushing it back inside you, keeping you stuffed full of his cum.

“Eddie,” He imagined how pretty you’d sound when you were about to cum, the slight breathless lilt to your voice as you came around his cock.

He’d never wanted anyone so badly in his life-

“Shit, fuck- fuckin’ take it-” A slew of curses left his lips at the fantasy he’d concocted himself of you, his hips jerking off his mattress roughly as he felt himself falling into his climax, his lips parting in a deep, throaty growl as he fell over the edge of his bliss. Calling out your name as white, hot spurts of cum began to spurt from his cock against his skin. Leaving silvery trails along his torso as he continued to give himself a few more languid pumps to prolong the pleasurable sensation.

Slowly opening his eyes as he was brought crashing back down to reality, laid back against his mattress as he glanced down at the mess he’d made of himself. His cum began to dry against his skin as he ran his other hand through his curly hair, pushing it back from his sweaty forehead as his chest continued to heave from the intensity of his climax. Eddie couldn’t remember the last time he’d made himself cum that hard, leaning over the side of his bed to grab a discarded shirt from the floor to wipe it against his abdomen. Cleaning the cum off his skin as he stayed staring up at the ceiling, trying to coax himself to stand up and shower before bed. The thought only served to make him think about you wet and soapy in the shower waiting for him on your knees, groaning as his spent, softening cock began to twitch at the image.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He groaned, deciding against showering tonight as he checked the time on the alarm clock beside his bed.

Lazily pushing his jeans down his thighs to kick them off his legs, letting the denim fall to his bedroom floor as he tugged his sheet up around his torso. Closing his eyes as he turned onto his side, fatigue began to consume him as he allowed himself to fall into slumber. It was the first night for as long as he could remember where he didn’t wake up during the night with nightmares, his head filled completely with you.  

If someone had told you that you would become a sex line operator you would’ve laughed in their face. A job like this should be for someone with skills, experience and confidence. Areas in which you felt you were severely lacking, but you’d surprised yourself the first time you’d picked up the phone. The job boosted your confidence to no end and allowed you to finally move out of your childhood home.

It wasn’t supposed to be a full-time arrangement, just something you could do between jobs to earn enough money to pay the bills. And the salary you earned in the few hours each night was far more than anything you’d made working at the local store. Sure it was a little unorthodox, but you were determined to earn enough money so that you didn’t have to move back in with your parents, anything would be better than that.

Although you hadn’t been doing this job for long, you still had your fair share of regulars. Men that would specifically ask for you when you called, your boss Bev often vetting them before they were transferred to you. Ensuring that anyone who became too much was banned or transferred to one of the more experienced ladies, your safety was her top priority.

You’d been thinking about Eddie all day, wishing that you’d met under different circumstances so you’d have a way of contacting him. Wondering whether he’d actually fancy you if you’d grown up in the same town and if you’d even have a chance with him. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d smiled that much on a phone call with one of your friends, never mind the clients that you spoke to daily. There was something that had you holding onto the little fantasy that you’d now concocted in your mind with Eddie Munson, although you knew that’s all it would be– a stupid little fantasy.

He probably lived on the other side of the country for all you knew, or maybe he already had a girlfriend. There were a lot of things you had to overlook as part of your job, and unfortunately, there were a lot of negatives. The men that called your sex line were often calling for a reason, and Eddie was no different. You were a means to an end for most people, and you’d have to continue to remind yourself of that. You hadn’t even got him off on the phone call, so you doubted he would call again. But, it had been nice to dream, even for a few moments.

The shrill ring of your phone broke you from your thoughts as you reached out to answer it, snuggling back against the plush cushions of your couch.

“Hello?”

“Hey, darling. There’s a client asking for you by name.” Your boss Bev spoke on the other side of the line.

“Ugh, it’s not that creepy again, is it? I told him to stop calling.” You blanched at the thought, placing a hand over your eyes to try and block him from your memory.  

“No, it ain’t him, but he sounds young? Said he spoke to you last night?” Your boss continued, “I can ask his name-”

“Eddie,” You breathed.

“Oh, you remember.” You could hear the teasing tone of her voice on the other side of the line, “I can tell him you’re not available tonight if you don’t wanna talk to him, darling-”

“No!” You almost shouted, sitting up from your position lying on your sofa, “No, it’s okay. You can patch him through to me.”

“Okay, hun. But you call if you need anything, you hear me? I don’t want to find out any of my men have been taking advantage of you.”

“Thanks, Bev. I will.”

The line clicked to indicate the phone call had been connected and you took a deep breath before speaking.

“Hey, big boy.” You teased, unable to stop the wide grin that covered your face.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie’s soft voice spoke through the receiver, “I hope calling you back so soon is okay? The last lady said I could talk to her, but I just really wanted to talk to you-”

“Of course, it's okay.” It’s more than okay, you wanted to say, “ But I gotta say, Eddie. I didn’t expect you to call back so soon.”

“Oh? Why?”

You’d honestly not expected him to call back at all, so the fact that you were talking to him now had you giddy. Your finger twirled around the phone chord as you spoke into the receiver.

“I dunno,” You chewed your gum, “I don’t feel like you got much from the call last night.”

“Oh no, I really fucking did,” He groaned, “Had the first good night's sleep I’ve had in months.”

“I’m glad,” You smiled, snuggling back against your pillows, “You sound a lot happier today”

“I am.” He breathed softly, “Especially now I’m talking to you.”

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” You laughed.

“Just the real pretty ones.” He shot back.

“Lucky me, huh?”

“I guess you are pretty lucky,” Eddie scoffed, “I mean out of all the guys you could be talking to, you get to talk to me.”

“I’m glad I picked up your call,” You smiled.

“Hey– I was gonna ask you this last night, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” Eddie mumbled, “But I was wondering what made you work for a sex line?”

The question caught you off guard, you hadn’t been expecting him to ask the question so soon, and in such an upfront manner. You were often embarrassed about talking about your job, only one of your closest friends knew what you did for a living. You hated the thought of him judging you. Like most people seemed to, it’s why you didn’t tell anyone in your personal life what you did for work.

“It pays the bills,” You shrugged.

“That’s fair enough,” Eddie smiled, “A pretty wild way to pay the bills though.”

“I’m sure you’ve had a few weird jobs to snag a bit of extra cash.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” He laughed and you felt your heart clench.

“So did you call to finally experience my world-class service today?” You laughed, “Since you didn’t get the full experience last night.”

“I’d disagree, cause I think I did,” Eddie’s voice was soft as it flowed through the receiver, “You gave me a lot to think about-”

If only you knew he spent the rest of his evening fisting his cock to the thought of you.

“Oh really?” You grinned, “Want me to impart more of my words of wisdom on you, young padawan?”

“I ain’t here for therapy, sweetheart.” He replied huskily.

“You do realise this is a premium service?” You rolled your eyes, “You’re definitely paying over the odds just to listen to me.”

“Oh, my wallet definitely knows,” Eddie smirked, “I just like the sound of your voice.”

“Your wallet will be sobbing when it’s empty and all you have is my voice,” You laughed.

“I dunno, seems pretty worth it to me,” He shrugged.

“But you shouldn’t settle. You could be getting more for your money, Eddie.”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie licked his lips, his heart speeding up as he tried to think of what to say next.

“There’s nothing wrong with lowering your inhibitions.” You cooed, “I could help you with any little problems you might have..”

You trailed off, really hoping that he might get the hint, you’d never felt so flustered on a call as you had with Eddie.

Most men left you bored, watching the clock as you pretended that they were the only man in the world.

But with Eddie you didn't have to pretend, he had you curious, inquisitive, desperate for more.

Your clit throbbed at the sound of his voice, thinking about how he would sound saying the most desperate, depraved things to you.

“What problems would those be, sweetheart?”

“I dunno?” You laughed, “Maybe the real reason this line is here?”

“Wait, what.” You could practically feel Eddie blushing on the other side of the phone, “No- that’s not why- I didn’t try to call you back for that-” He stuttered.

“Eddie, relax,” You cut him off with a laugh, “You’re the one calling a sex line, remember? It’s kinda my job.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to think that’s the only reason I’m calling for… Cause it isn’t.”

His voice softened on the other side of the phone as you smiled slightly, “You don’t have to be shy, pretty boy. That’s kinda what this line is for.”

“You call all of your callers pretty boy?” He scoffed.

“No, just you.” You teased back, you weren’t one to use pet names during calls even though your clients seemed to like using any and everything to describe you. Different men had different vices so you had to learn to deal with pet names that you wouldn’t always enjoy. Most of the time you blanked out all emotion during these calls, something that meant things wouldn’t become too intense. But when you started speaking to Eddie you felt yourself diving in heart first, slowly feeling yourself yearning for him.

“How’d you know I'm even pretty, eh?” Eddie teased.

“I can just tell,” You hummed, “I have this feeling-”

“You gonna tell me you’re a seer now?” Eddie joked, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two,” You joked, but you heard him curse on the other side of the phone.

“Don’t do that shit, sweetheart.” He laughed, “I’ll start believing you.”

“Was I right?” Your cheeks ached from smiling so wide.

“Lucky guess,” He muttered.

“Okay, stop avoiding the question.” You pulled him back to the topic, eager to know the answer, “Tell me what you look like.”

The line went silent for a few moments, the air thick with tension as you were worried that you’d upset him. The truth was Eddie was scared to tell you what he looked like, nervous even. Unsure how he could make himself sound attractive over a phone call when you couldn’t even see him. He wanted so desperately to make himself sound like a fantasy, like the way the elves were described in all his fantasy novels- the perfect creatures. But all he could think of were things that would put most women off, the same way it had put off the women in Hawkins.

“You first.” He deflected.

“Uh-uh, I asked first.” You joked back.

“Aren’t I the paying customer?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you knew at that moment he’d won.

“Ugh, fine.” You huffed, “Cheap trick.”

“Are you going to tell me what you look like, or what Cherry looks like?”

“How would you know the difference?”

“Wow, sweetheart. You really gonna lie to me?”

“Who said it would be a lie?”

“What do you normally say when guys ask what you look like?”

“Usually they already have a specific fantasy in mind, so I just go along with whatever they like to avoid disappointment.”

“Well, you definitely don’t need to worry about disappointing me,” Eddie mumbled, “I just wanna know what you look like.”

“But don’t you have a fantasy in mind, Eddie?” You continued, “Something sordid that’ll help make this conversation better.”

“It doesn’t need to be better.” He shook his head, holding the receiver between his shoulder and neck to reach into his pocket to grab his packet of cigarettes. Placing one between his lips as he reached for his zippo, “It’s already perfect. You’re already perfect.”

“We’ve had one conversation, how do you know that?”

“Trust me, I can just fuckin’ tell,” He laughed, “Now please tell me what you look like?”

“Begging now, hm?” You laughed, “Is this a new kink reveal?”

“Shut up,” He scoffed before becoming more serious, “Please?”

“Okay,” You breathed nervously.

You’d never told any clients what you really looked like before.

You tried your best to describe yourself as honestly as possible, wondering what sort of fantasy this would put into his head about you. Whether he’d be imagining what you looked like, or an over-embellished version of you. Deliberately leaving the things out about yourself that you didn’t like as much, as you focused on your hair colour, length and eye colour. You hoped he liked what he heard, even just a little– wishing you could see into his mind and see what he was envisioning.

“Oh, fuck. You sound beautiful.” He exhales softly, “Wish I could see you for real.”

“Okay, your turn.” You avoid the compliment, thinking that he was creating a perfect version of you in his mind that didn’t reflect how you looked. Trying to ignore the sadness that washed over you as you thought about that, the thought that if he saw you in real life he wouldn’t feel the same way.

“I dunno what to say, I’ve got long brown hair, brown eyes, tall, boring.” He trailed off.

“Nothing about you seems boring, Eddie Munson.” You smiled, “And I happen to think long hair is real sexy.”

“Yeah?”

“Something to hold on to when you’re between my thighs, right?”

“Fuck,” He groaned, the subtle thud of his head banging against a wall played in the background as you smiled into the phone, “You got no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart. Seriously.”

“Well, I could be doing more, but someone doesn’t seem to want to.” You teased.

“It ain’t that I don’t want to,” Eddie mumbled, “Cause I really fuckin’ do.”

“So what is it then?”

“I just really like talkin’ to you,” He shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette, “It’s just nice to talk to someone.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his compliment, realising more and more that you enjoyed talking to him too. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the other clients you had to deal with on the phone each evening, and you felt yourself becoming a little less hollow in his presence.

“Well you are the paying customer, and I aim to please- but remember I do have other services available.” You laughed.

“I’ll take you up on them, sweetheart. I promise.”

The thought had you squeezing your thighs together as you imagined his smooth voice talking to you through the phone- telling you to do the nastiest, most depraved things.

“Once again, your times nearly up and we’re both still completely clothed.”

“Next time, for sure,” He grinned, “Since you seem desperate to get me naked.”

His cock was throbbing the entire time like it always was when he spoke to you– but you didn’t need to know that.

“Says you! You’re the one calling a sex line.”

“And yet this has been the most PG conversation you’ve had.” Eddie laughed and it had your heart thumping inside your chest.

“So tomorrow?” You laughed.

“Yeah! I– Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “ I forgot- I won’t be able to talk to you tomorrow, I’ve got a show.”

“A show?”

“Yeah, I’m in a band. We play at a bar outside the town every Tuesday.”

“You didn’t tell me you were in a band!” You teased, “You should’ve led with that, it’s hot.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah! What do you play?”

“Guitar, and sometimes I dabble in vocals, depending on what it is.” He laughed, “Our crowd of five drunks seem to enjoy it at least. We get a standing ovation at the end of every show, although it’s usually when they’re trying to get to the bar.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty, imagining him giving the performance of his life for the smallest crowd. Part of you wished you had friends in the area to go out with too, instead of spending all your time cooped up inside your tiny apartment. Moving to a new area had made it difficult to maintain your old friendships and create new ones, the thought of going out to meet new people was completely daunting as you spent most weekends alone. 

“Well, I hope you put on a great show for them tomorrow, Eddie.” You smiled, trying to ignore the twang in your chest that he wouldn’t be calling you the next night, “I’ll speak to you soon?”

“Of course you will,” His voice softened, “Night, sweetheart.”

“Sweet dreams, Eddie.”

“Well I’ll be thinking about you, so they should be.” He grinned, finally hanging up the call as you heard the familiar dial tone.

You replayed his final words in your mind as the line went dead, the familiar dial tone sounding through the receiver as you held it against your chest. “I’ll be thinking about you, so they should be.” you were one step away from squealing and kicking your legs in glee as you felt your entire body heat up. Although you couldn’t shake the slight disappointment that he’d told you that he wouldn’t be talking to you the next night because of his gig, already looking forward to his calls each evening. The conversations you’d had with Eddie helped you feel a little less alone in your empty apartment, a little more human after the monotonous conversations you’d have with your other clients.

If you lived in the same city you’d be able to go to the show with him tomorrow night, to see him play guitar in his band in the dingy dive bar. But instead, you were stuck here, painfully alone. Letting your thoughts begin to wander as you thought about being his biggest cheerleader as you watched him perform, his fingers strumming against the guitar strings as you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.

His fingers.

Imagining how they would feel stroking along your inner thighs, tracing a path up towards the heat between your thighs. Pressing against your clit through the thin cotton of your panties as he watched you grind down against his hand, eager for any kind of relief as you arched your back into him. Rubbing your thighs together to try and quell the ache as you wished he would’ve taken you up on the offer to have a salacious conversation on the phone, making it the first time you’d ever touched yourself on a call with another client.

Your hands moved to grasp your breasts through the thin fabric of your nightshirt as your nipples began to pebble against the fabric, your thumbs brushing over them as you gasped in pleasure. Thighs rubbing together to create some friction as you tried to imagine Eddie’s voice whispering your name as he pressed searing hot kisses against the curve of your neck, trying to press the pads of your fingers down harder against your skin to try and replicate how his hands would feel against your body. Sliding a palm down your stomach to press against your leggings, rolling your hips into your touch as you thought about his fingers slipping inside your tight, wet cunt as he slowly stretched you out.

Imagining how pretty his cock was, wondering how thick he was, how long he was- the thoughts had your cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined how much he’d stretch you out. Reaching places that your fingers couldn’t quite make, filling you up and fucking you into the shape of his cock.

“Eddie,” You whimpered, your eyes clenched shut as you tried to imagine him here with you, your hand slipping beneath the hem of your leggings and panties as you pressed against the top of your mound. Your fingers delved between your messy folds as you found your clit. Rubbing soft figures of eight against it as you imagined Eddie’s fingers, the pads calloused from years of playing guitar as he began to work you towards your climax.

“Come on, pretty girl- you can do it for me, can’t you?” Wishing you knew what he looked like to try and complete your perfect fantasy, “I know you wanna cum-”

You trembled as you kept your slow, steady pace. Your hips moved in tandem with your fingers as you worked yourself towards your climax, his name on the tip of your tongue as your walls began to flutter in the telltale signs of your release.

Thinking about him bending you over in the dimly lit bathroom of the dive bar after his show when he was covered in a thick sheen of sweat from the performance, the taste of weed and beer on his tongue as he pulled you back with a palm around your neck to stare at your reflection in the mirror. His hard cock pounding into you as he made you stare at yourself, watching as he split you apart on his cock.

“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” He cooed into your ear, his warm breath fanning your cheek, “Wanna watch you come undone for me-”

You could feel it, you were so close to the edge as you began to place more pressure against your clit, determined to vault into your bliss before you heard the shrill tone of your phone ringing in the background.

“Fuck,” You growled as you pulled your hand from your leggings, scrambling to reach the phone you’d hung back on the dock as you tried to pick up in time before your client was transferred to another operator.

You couldn’t pass up the opportunity for another call, not right now with rent due. Your nose scrunched in frustration as your clit throbbed with neglect, your entire body so close to the release you coveted.

“Hi there, handsome.” You cooed into the phone, immediately putting on your sultry phone voice as you heard your client reply through the receiver, “I’m so glad you called-”

The lie came out so naturally now, you were so used to the lie on the phone with these men- but you couldn’t help but wish it was Eddie on the other side.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #stranger things smut

[unpretty]

idk man. from 2008 to 2019 i was self-employed. i dropped out of high school in 2006 and then dropped out of college in 2010 and moved to a swamp to watch my great-grandma die because that was the only thing i could afford to do. then i went back to college and lived off student loans for a while. if i managed to scrape together $500 in a single month, that was a very good month. i applied for a gamestop credit card i shouldn't have qualified for and used it to buy taco bell gift cards for when i couldn't afford groceries, then paid a stupid amount of interest on the cost of my taco bell gift cards because i couldn't afford to pay off the balance.

during that period i bought over 2000 ebooks and 600 steam games. i like to believe that i'll read or play them someday. i probably won't, with most of them. but it was nice to have the option. i paid $10 a year for a domain name that did nothing but show a single image when you went there because i thought that was funny. i bought every sims expansion. i bought a ps4 and pretended i was in debt for a ps4 instead of taco bell gift cards and the sims. i barely ever played anything on the ps4, but it was nice to have the option.

when i got a part-time retail job in 2019 ($12 an hour! 20 hours a week!) i felt RICH. i was getting $200-$300 a week! that's so much fucking money! i was spending most of it on gas, and food that i could eat in a store break room without dying. but it was still so much money!! i paid off all my credit cards and then immediately ran them back up. i bought matching couches for me and my cat at tj maxx. i bought a ferris wheel for mini cupcakes. i bought cute dresses and shoes that i never had a chance to wear because the only time i went anywhere was to work, in my work uniform. i was 29 and that was the most money i had ever had in my life. now i'm 32 with a full-time office job and most of my money goes toward debt but the rest of it ends up being spent on dumb shit. every month i look at my budget and try to figure out where it all went wrong and every month the conclusion is, "spent too much money on dumb shit". you would think that i would try to stop doing that, and yet.

it's like. i was poor and now i'm lurking somewhere near the low end of middle class, and in both cases buying dumb shit was simultaneously proof that i would be rich if i could just stop buying dumb shit, and that i couldn't possibly understand true poverty if i was capable of buying dumb shit. i do not know how to explain to people that i will always waste more time and money than anyone ever should on dumb shit that i think is funny. there is nothing i want more than to spend my last dollar on a laugh and my last minute laughing, and no one's insistence that they would use them better will change this.

#original #my worst habit from poverty is the superstition that #money needs to be spent immediately #because saving money invites money-costing trouble #if i have zero dollars and my car breaks down i will somehow some way pull enough money out of thin air to make it work #but if i manage to save up $500 then my car will immediately break down in a way that costs $600 to fix #poverty also brings the understanding that the charitable will pay for dinner but not dessert #metaphorically speaking #there are programs to get help paying for food and rent and utility bills #there are not programs to pay for video games #but the programs to help pay for necessities will demand to look at your bank account as proof you have no money #and will not accept 'that is my birthday money for a video game' as an explanation #so you get this bad habit of just #spending any money you happen to get free and clear #if the Helping Poor People Program sees you have $200 saved up they will demand you spend that first #if you spend the $200 on video games and comic books you will not have this problem #all of my worst habits as a Bad Poor came from restrictions put on assistance lmao

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Terms & Conditions

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 5k

Jungkook gives you an offer you’d be a fool to refuse

warnings: swearing, drinking, degrading, fingering, rough mirror sex (and pls always wear a seatbelt)

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook’s proposal hangs in the air as you try to process what he’s asking of you. Still sitting beside him in a club you’ve recently discovered he owns, you turn to face him with a cocktail of offense and shock contorting your features. Of course he’s into this scene it makes perfect sense, it’s not like he can’t afford the affection of others. Wanting to make sure you’ve heard him correctly before you berate him, you manage to ask him to repeat himself.

He lightly traces shapes on your inner thigh with tattooed fingers, “I will give you financial support,” You watch him lick his lips, not breaking eye contact once, “In return for your company. Amongst… other things.”

“I’m not a prostitute.” You bark, undoubtedly pissed off. Never in your life has anybody tried to buy you for a night. Even if you’re struggling financially, and even if Jungkook is quite literally the sexiest man you’ve ever had a drink with, you’re still offended by the notion.

“Never said you was darling,” He chuckles, “But let me guess, you have student loans that eat away at your pay cheque every month? You shop in the reduced section of the grocery store, and you live payday to payday – almost always drowning in overdraft fees from the bank because you spend far more than you earn.”

Your silence confirms his suspicions and so he speaks again, “I’m very good at reading people, that’s your exact situation isn’t it?”

“My situation is irrelevant.” You down the rest of your champagne, mentally preparing to storm off, “I’m not going to have sex with you for money.”

“I would argue your situation is very relevant actually, you’re struggling and I can help you.” He leans back in his seat, arm now gently draped over the back of your chair.

He isn’t wrong at all, you do live payday to payday and you are choking on debt left right and centre. Still you can’t fathom what he’s asking of you, you’d always assumed that the Sugar Daddy scene was full of dirty old married men, paying to cheat on their wives. As far as you know Jungkook is unmarried, fully single and has no children. Not to mention he’s attractive, it’s baffling why he’d need to pay for any kind of relationship. Beginning to entertain the idea ever so slightly you ask him a question of your own.

“Why me? I’m sure there’s plenty of girls in this place who would have sex with you for free.” Yourself included, before he went and pissed you off anyway.

“Consider me intrigued.” He smirks, “I’m attracted to you, I want to get to know you.”

There’s no doubt you’re attracted to him too, heat licks a flat stripe up your spine at the idea of him being interested in you, even if he’s going about it in all the wrong ways. Suppressing a scoff you can’t help but roll your eyes, “And you couldn’t have just asked me out on a date? You had to make me some kind of charity work to inflate your ego some more?”

“I don’t date.”

“Ever?”

To this he shakes his head, “I had Taehyung draw up a monthly rolling contract a while back, it’s the only way my relationships can work.”

“You’re telling me that even your love life has terms and conditions?” A puff of air rips from your nostrils, “That’s sad.”

“No,” He’s quick to defend himself, “That’s business. And I wouldn’t call it a love life. Just two mutual parties having a good time without running the risk of heartbreak.”

“So let me get this right, you find me attractive and want to get to know me?” You ignore the wave of teenage like giddiness that rolls over you, instead choosing to zone in on Jungkook’s deadly serious expression.

“Correct.” He nods once, the smallest smile ghosting his lips.

“But you don’t want to date me.”

He sighs, “We would go on kind of dates, you’d accompany me to social events – for all intents and purposes we would be something akin to ‘dating’” He mimics air quotes, “Just on my terms. I’d be investing my money in your time.”

“No,” You shake your head, “Thank you for the champagne, but my answer is no.” You know full well you have a tendency to get attached to men, and you could only assume things would be no different with him. No matter how much you need the money you have to put yourself first, as tempting as his offer is starting to sound.

At your dismissal his brow quirks, “Oh. May I ask why?”

“I don’t think it’s very fair,” You admit, deciding to pour yourself one final glass of expensive bubbles before your departure, “Eventually after going on a few kind of dates and getting to know each other, one way or another we’d end up having sex. And for starters, you could be a really bad kisser or worse, you could have a tiny penis or not know what a clitoris is. If we’re not ‘dating’ it means for once I don’t have to waste my time on something that might turn out to be a colossal disappointment.” You’re smug, sipping your drink.

He’s laughing now, his perfect white teeth exposed as his Adam’s apple bounces up and down in his throat, “I see your point, I’m offended you already think so little of me.”

“Says the guy who’s trying to pay me for sex.”

“Not sex, your company. I tell you what, I’ll put my cards on the table…” He lowers his face until his nose brushes against your ear, his breath warm on the side of your neck, “Before you agree to anything, give me tonight to prove to you I’m none of those things you’re so scared of.”

“Doesn’t that go against the conditions of your agreement? Trying before you’re buying.” You’re amused, you’re in total control of this situation which is something Jungkook’s obviously not used to. His offer is ludicrous, one you will never agree to. But a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook is an idea you’re rapidly warming to, especially when he presses a hot open-mouthed kiss to your exposed jugular.

“I’ll admit it’s different to the normal set up, usually women jump at the chance to sign the contract,” He pulls back with a grin to watch you, “But you’re right, it would be unfair of me to expect you to agree to something before you’ve experienced it.”

“If we do anything at all, it’s only for tonight.” You drop your manicured fingertips to his obnoxiously thick thigh and watch him stiffen beneath the circles you’re tracing, “I have no interest in signing that thing.”

“Maybe not right now,” He pulls an iPhone from his black slacks, “But I’m sure I can convince you otherwise.”

Within the space of ten minutes you’re sitting in the back of a large limousine, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to lessen the throbbing wetness in your underwear. Jungkook’s hand rests on your upper thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth reassuringly as he stares out the window, watching people as they walk on by with absolutely no idea of what he’s about to do to you. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, far too long for your liking. The mere prospect of an orgasm is almost enough to push you over the edge here and now, Jungkook eventually notices you’re growing arousal beside him and smirks to himself.

“Remind me again,” He closes the distance between your bodies, removing his seatbelt as he slides across the leather until you’re shoulder-to-shoulder, “What are the things stopping you from agreeing to my terms? What is it you’re so afraid of?”

“Well first of all, I’m worried that you’ll turn out to be a really bad kisser.” You’re acting indifferent but that couldn’t be further from the truth, you wanted him now, you craved his touch and wanted nothing more than for him to fuck your brains out – which you know for a fact he’s more than capable of doing, the man oozes sexual energy, you’re just enjoying giving him a hard time.

“Secondly, you could have a tiny penis, and I don’t mean a small penis I mean a tiny penis with no hope of ever pleasuring a woman. And third of all, you probably don’t know where my clit is.” You shrug nonchalantly, even though you’re internally screaming.

He wets his lips, an amused smile tugging his features, “Reasonable concerns I guess,” His voice is low and laced with humour, “But what if you’re a terrible kisser?”

“I’m not. I’m a great kisser.” You’re gazing up at him through long eyelashes, heart pounding in your chest.

“Hmm, is that so?” Jungkook lifts a single brow before gripping your jaw, turning you to the close proximity of his face, “Come here.”

Suddenly his mouth is on yours and the hum of the moving vehicle fades into white noise. Jungkook kisses you slower than you anticipated to begin with, probably testing the waters before diving in head first. His lips caress yours as he presses sweet kisses against your mouth, one hand still gripping your jaw as the other begins to explore the shape of your curves. Growing impatient you slide your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss into something much more heated.

A low moan falls from his mouth into yours with the movements of his tongue, working against yours perfectly in sync. You smirk against him triumphantly which doesn’t go unnoticed, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and playfully tugs, chuckling to himself when a soft 'fuck’ slips from you. As much as you hate to admit it Jungkook is in fact the best kisser you’ve ever had – making you weak at the knees embarrassingly fast.

Something snaps and he’s quickly unbuckling your seatbelt and pushing your back down against the leather, his tongue fighting for dominance with your own as you both grow more and more impatient. His body is hard and hot on top of you, your fingers tangled in his raven locks as you pull his face impossibly closer to yours.

“So needy.” He mumbles, voice horse and drunk with lust.

“Touch me, please touch me.” You’re panting between lewd open-mouthed kisses, desperate to feel more of him. Jungkook’s reaching down between your thighs, his hand finding purchase on your underwear as he cups your pulsating core. “Oh, Jungkook-“ You mewl, lifting your hips in search of friction.

“So impatient baby,” He whispers, littering your neck with a string of wet kisses. The limousine hits a bump in the road causing his hand to slip and press against your clothed clit. What you initially thought was accidental at first Jungkook’s now recreating on purpose, teasingly rubbing your most sensitive area through your lacy thong. “I think you can cross number three off your list, I definitely know where that is.” He’s smug, pulling back with a darkening expression.

The repeated movements make your head spin, if he keeps massaging your core like this you’re going to come in your pants any second now. You focus on the feeling, trying to keep the white hot heat at bay at least until you make it to his place. You refuse to come in the backseat of a limousine still fully clothed.

“No witty comeback? Wow. Well how do I score on the kissing?” He sniggers, crashing his lips down to yours in another heated make out session.

“I guess you’re alright.” You gasp for air, nose pressed roughly against his.

He’s soon pulling your underwear to the side, dipping his hand into your wetness and smearing it up to your swollen clit earning your thighs to twitch from the sensitivity. He ghosts your entrance for a moment, whispered profanities escaping him as your slick coats his digits, you can feel how wet and ready you are for him, desperate to be filled. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside you makes you groan, back arching in pleasure so that the swell of your breasts press against his taught chest.

“Jungkook-“ You whimper, features crumpled with ever growing arousal.

“Fucking hell.” He breaths against your lips, making your mind go blank for a second. The sound of him pumping in and out of you fills the back of the car, your walls are already tightening around his knuckle-deep fingers. “You’re so wet baby, all for me.” His voice is almost enough to push you over the edge, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath as your upcoming orgasm approaches.

“I’m gonna come like this.” You throw your head back against the seat, gripping his shoulders tight enough to bruise. “No-, wait, stop.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, as you push the euphoric rush far away from you.

Without hesitation he removes himself from you, lips kiss-stained and swollen. Just the sight of him turns you on, he’s looking down at you with big round concerned eyes and you know you need to reassure him he didn’t do anything wrong.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have to-“

“Don’t apologise. It’s not that, not at all...” You steady your breathing, reaching for his hand that’s covered in your arousal. Pressing the two wet digits to your mouth you pepper them with small kisses, “It’s just that-, I want to come around your cock instead.” Your feigned innocence shifts into smirk, knowing exactly what you’re doing. Not giving him the chance to respond you take his dripping fingers in your mouth and gently suck, occasionally swirling your tongue around the inked digits to taste yourself.

“Fuck. You’re such a dirty little slut.” His eyes are blown out and black with lust, mouth ajar. Staring down at you with an indescribable expression as the car ride finally came to a stop. “Thank fuck, we’re here.”

Jungkook’s gripping your wrist and dragging you to the elevator in his large apartment complex, clearly in a hurry to pick things up from where you left off. The building itself is beautiful, it’s interior dark and luxurious – mirroring the man beside you, who’s impatiently tapping his finger on your wrist as the elevator makes its way down to collect you.

“Could always just take the stairs.” You snort, Jungkook’s jaw is clenched so tightly you fear it might snap and he’d only been stood waiting less than twenty seconds. “Who’s being impatient now?”

“It would take too long, my penthouse is on the top floor.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, still watching the numbers drop one by one until finally the elevator dings. You’re pretty certain he sighed in relief as the doors opened, forcing you to suppress a giggle.

“Of course you live in a penthouse apartment.” You mumble, stepping over the threshold into the golden cage. Having been busy during the journey here you’d forgotten all about who Jungkook really was, it wasn’t until he pressed ‘P’ and the doors closed that he decides to remind you.

Before you know it your back is being smashed against the back wall, his arms caging you in as he rests his palms either side of your head – sinking his lips to meet yours with such desperation it surprises you. The kiss is mind-blowing, his tongue swirls against yours with enough pressure to bruise, he’s spreading your legs with his thigh before you pull away from his mouth.

“Just so you know this is only happening once.” You hold up a single digit, trying to catch your breath, “I’m really not interested in being your sugar baby.”

“The fact you’re still here suggests otherwise.” His gaze is dark, “You could’ve left at any point or asked my driver to drop you home, instead you let me fuck you with my fingers in the backseat.”

He crashes his lips to yours once more, teasingly nibbling at your lower lip because he’s quickly figured out that you like it. A choked moan betrays you as he presses his thigh to your core, “I want you now. Fuck me now. Please.”

“You can wait five minutes.” Jungkook’s words are a stern warning as he exhales at your needy request, planting kisses along your jaw up to your earlobe. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” He whispers.

“Fuck me Jungkook, fuck me right here,” You drag your hand down his muscular body, gripping his already rock hard cock through his trousers, “Right now.”

At this a possessive growl rumbles in his chest, he pulls back to watch you, “You’re such a dirty little slut. Want me to fuck you right here?” He mirrors your actions, replacing his thigh with his right palm, cupping your soaked underwear, “Right now?”

The elevator announces your arrival before you can properly answer him, heat flooding your abdomen at the prospect of finally being fully alone with him. He’s tugging you inside the most expensive looking apartment you’ve ever seen in your life before he stops you in front of a wall to ceiling mirror to the left side of his living area.

“You sure you wanna do this?” He kisses you again, this time it’s sweet and soft and makes you go dizzy.

“Fuck yes.” You whimper against his lips, hands hurriedly ridding him of his suit jacket and tossing it somewhere behind him. You’ve unbuttoned three of his shirt buttons when he orders you to turn around and face the mirror.

Jungkook sinks to the floor and helps remove your heels, instantly making you three inches shorter than he’d got used to – he’s towering over you now, in the mirror the top of your head is just about level with his chin. You look good next to each other, like a well-suited celebrity couple you’d see plastered all over social media any day of the week. Your chest swells at the sight, and you have to remind yourself that this is a one time thing. You are not going to get caught up in the whirlwind that is Jeon Jungkook, no matter how gorgeous he is.

“Are you on the pill?” He asks calmly, unbuckling his black LV belt behind you.

“No.” You breathe out, “But I don’t fuck anybody without protection.”

You watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek through the mirror, he nods his head, “You really are going against every rule of mine tonight.” He quickly plucks a condom from his wallet, keeping it in his left hand as he unzips your dress with his right.

If he notices that the price tag is still on the garment he’s kind enough to not say anything as it pools your bare feet. Stepping out of the fabric you kick it to one side, avoiding your own body in the mirror as you focus on his. He’s still fully clothed when he closes the distance between your bodies, his hard chest hot against your back.

Jungkook is watching you in the mirror, displayed for him in nothing more than matching lacey black underwear. His jaw is set tight, eyes hungrily exploring your exposed curves before his fingertips expertly unhook your bra and it falls to the floor.

“You’re perfect.” He hums against your shoulder as he nips at your bare flesh, “And all mine.” He buries the condom in his pocket and snakes his hands round your middle to cup your breasts, thumbs grazing your hardening nipples.

“Fuck…” Your head lolls back, giving him more skin to decorate with wet desperate kisses as he continues to tweak your sensitive nubs. “Jungkook… I-,”

It’s impossible to get any words out while he’s making you feel this good, any words you try to say get lost somewhere in the back of your throat. Your body is warm, tingling with pleasure while he ogles at the sight of you begging to be fucked.

“Remind me, why did you stop me in the car?” His tone is deadly serious.

“I want to come-,” You’re cut off by a surprised gasp when he pushes your thong to one side with one hand, unceremoniously plunging two fingers deep into your throbbing pussy from behind.

“Use your words.”

“I want to come around your cock-” You manage to choke out between ragged breaths, Jungkook hums at the sight of you unravelling in front of him. Something about being almost completely naked while he was fully dressed makes your abdomen tight, he’s so dominating and sexy you feel like you could explode at any moment.

“I don’t think you can take my cock just yet, you’re so tight baby.”

“I can! I can take it, please.” For the first time in your life you’re begging for a man, something no other person had ever reduced you to – and you’re enjoying it.

He’s pumping his digits in and out of you faster now, he’s knuckle deep inside you when he adds another finger to your soaking heat. The third finger makes your knees buckle, mouth wide open but no sound manages to find its way out.

“Hands on the mirror.” He walks you forward until your tits are pressed against the cold surface, further adding to your upcoming orgasm. Your hands are either side of your head, your right cheek ghosting the glass in front of you, “You really think you’re ready for me?” He pulls his fingers from you before sloppily massaging your clit.

“Yes-,” You shamelessly moan, to which he smirks. “I need you to fuck me now. Please.”

“Take these off.” He twangs the waistband of your tiny panties and gets to work freeing his cock from his clothes, rolling the condom down his shaft.

You’re kicking your drenched thong away when an agitated sigh escapes you, “Hurry up, just fuck me.” Your spread your legs wider and push your ass back to meet his crotch.

“So impatient,” He’s amused, “What was the second thing you were worried about baby?”

“What? I can’t remember Jungkook just hurry up and fuck me, please.” You’re looking up at him desperately through the mirror, he’s smirking wickedly as he lowers his lips to your ear.

“No, not til you tell me the second thing that’s stopping you accepting my offer.” He chuckles.

You feel small beneath his gaze and it’s turning you on, you’ve never known someone so naturally assertive before, especially in the bedroom. Not like this, no man you’d ever been with even compares to this night.

“You might have a tiny-“

Your sentence is cut short by the biggest cock you’ve ever taken plunging deep inside you, your knees buckle under your weight before Jungkook wraps one strong arm around your waist and holds you up. His face is contorted with a cocktail of intense pleasure and a shit-eating arrogant smile.

“What was that? Hm? Use your words.”

“Doesn’t matter,” You throw your head back against his chest, your breasts sinfully pushed up on display in front of him. “Definitely not the case.”

“Good to know.” He chuckles, burying himself deeper inside you, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, how a woman like you deserves to be fucked.”

“Oh god.” You hiss, your breath making small white clouds on the shiny surface in front of you. Your hands ball into tight fists as he pulls back and slams himself back into you.

A shaky sigh leaves his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around his thick cock, your body trying it’s best to adjust to his massive size. Gradually he builds up a steady rhythm as he snaps his hips into your bare ass, it’s not fast nor slow but it’s deep, deeper than you’d anticipated – so much so you can feel him inside your stomach with each thrust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” His tone oozes seduction, further adding to your growing pleasure. “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut in endless bliss, your body already addicted to the feeling of his huge cock fucking you into paradise. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, he’s biting down on his lower lip to suppress his own moans, wanting to focus on the sound of yours.

“Touch yourself.” He orders from behind.

“What?”

“Rub that pretty little clit for me baby, til you come all over my cock, just like you wanted.” His voice is croaky, stifled groans and countless profanities betraying him with every roll of his hips.

“I don’t think-“

“Wasn’t asking.” He thrusts into you particularly hard as a warning, you cry out into the open space as the beginnings of tears cloud your vision. Nobody has ever been this deep inside you before, and you’re utterly obsessed with the feeling. “Touch yourself.”

You quickly do as he requests and reach down to your swollen clit with one hand, your pussy is dripping with arousal, so much so it’s spilling out and travelling down your thighs. With your head resting on his chest and your free hand still against the mirror you begin rubbing yourself.

“That’s it baby, just like that.”

The feeling of his thick length repeatedly plunging into you mixed with the new sensation of your fingers ignites a fire inside you, you’re almost sobbing from the overstimulation.

“Jungkook, oh-, oh my god…” You bite down on your lip hard enough to bruise, “This feels…”

“Do you like it baby? Like watching yourself get fucked in my mirror?”

“Yes-“

“You know, fuck-, this doesn’t have to be the only time we do this. Mmmph, I could fuck you every day.”

“Mmm, me too.” Your tits bounce with every movement, he picks up the pace and begins to drill into you relentlessly. “Please, I’m so close-“

“Come for me Y/N, I want to feel you come.”

The sound of your name leaving his lips between guttural moans is enough to push you over the edge, submerging you into euphoria and making you squeeze around his girth as you shrieked, finally coming all over him. It’s a good job Jungkook is holding you in place because you don’t have the physical strength to stand anymore, your body in complete ecstasy as he helps you ride out your high.

“Your pussy’s so fucking tight,” His head lolls back as his grip on your waist tightens, “I’m gonna come baby, you’re gonna make me come.”

You watch him in the mirror, his hooded gaze fixed solely on your bouncing curves as his thrusts turn sloppy and rough. His dark hair sticking to his sweat-beaded forehead, his lip trapped between his teeth, his muscles battling with his clothes as they threaten to burst through the material at any given moment.

“Fuck!” A hoarse growl rumbles in his chest as he bottoms out, pushing every last inch of his member deep inside your throbbing cunt. He looks breath-taking as he rides out his own high, hot come spitting out of his cock in bursts.

“Baby…” He mumbles against the crook of your neck, “You’re amazing.”

You offer a breathy laugh in response, still sensitive and beginning to feel sore as you pull away from his body, his cock falls out of your walls as you turn to face him. You’re more than prepared to sign any piece of paper for a man who can fuck you like that.

“So about this contract,” You push the damp hair away from his face. He’s looking down at you with hope evident in his eyes, his own hand finding purchase on the back of your neck as he pulls you in closer, “If you can add a clause that promises to fuck me like that every time, I might be interested after all.”

“Like I said,” He pants, pressing his lips to yours, “I knew I could convince you otherwise.”

x

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[divorcedmalewife]

KP Anniversary Event Week Five; Prompt "Favorite Platonic Relationship" and "Guilt"

Porchay is sitting on his bed, scrolling through social media when he hears a knock on his door. He knows it's his brother. Who else would come to his door?

"Chay, why didn't you go to your interview?" Porsche asks in a surprisingly calm voice as he enters Porchay's room. 

Porchay sighs and sets his phone down on the bed. He knew Porsche would find out eventually but he was hoping it would be later. 

"Why do you care," Porchay hates the words as soon as he says them. He sees his brother flinch, but his face slips with a sad look. Porchay can't look at his brother. He sighs and looks down at his hands in his lap. 

"Chay, I know things have been difficult lately,” Porsche says. 

Porchay doesn't even let him finish. 

“You have no idea what I’ve been going through,” Porchay says and brings his knees to his chest. “Hia,” Porchay’s voice cracks. 

Porsche sits on the bed next to him and wraps an arm around his shoulder. Porchay’s brain tells him to shake it off of him, to tell Porsche to leave him alone but his heart tells him to stay. To soak in his brother’s comfort. Chay’s brain tries to remind him of why he is angry with Porsche. His brain tries so hard to keep his rebellious streak burning

But trying to maintain anger can be exhausting. Who knew? 

Porchay leans into his brother’s side and cries into his shoulder. Porsche doesn’t say anything; he just silently strokes a hand up and down Chay’s back. The hand occasionally comes up to the back of his head and just rests there. 

Porchay has missed his brother so much. 

Porchay misses how they used to be. He misses how easily he could tell Porsche anything. And now there is a sea of decisions and hidden truths between them. 

Porchay hates it so much. 

Porchay is just… so tired. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been a shitty brother recently,” Porsche says, breaking the silence. “I miss you.” 

Porchay cries harder. 

“Hia,” Porchay sobs. “I’m so tired.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Porsche's voice cracks, squeezing Porchay harder. 

“Do you know how terrifying it is? Knowing that you joined the mafia to pay for the house? For my schooling? You could have died and I would have never known,” Porchay rasps. “You didn’t let me have a say in it. I never wanted you to carry that burden alone. I wanted us to be together.” 

Porchay doesn’t know how he manages to finally say it. But it feels like he can breathe again. 

“I’m sorry,” Porsche whispers, stroking the back of Porchay’s head. “I’m sorry for leaving you like that. I knew you would tell me not to go. It’s why I lied. It’s ingrained in me to protect you and I’ll never be sorry for that. But you’re right. You’re an adult now. I’m sorry for not seeing that earlier. 

"I miss our old life so much. Before… before everything," Porchay sobs. 

Porsche doesn't say anything but his grip on Porchay grows impossibly tighter. 

After a few minutes of Porsche comforting Porchay, he finally speaks. 

"There are definitely some things I wish we could have back. The house. The safety,” Porsche pauses and laughs a little. “The relative safety. When we didn’t have loan sharks breathing down our necks, anyway. The time we spent together. Even when I was barely home between jobs and you were busy with school — we always still managed to find time to spend together," Porsche says quietly. Porchay buries his face into Porsche's neck and just tries to breathe normally. 

"But," Porsche continues. "But, I'm happy we don't have to starve anymore. We don't have to worry about whether we'll have enough money to pay for school and the bills. And…" Porsche hesitates. "I'm happy with Kinn. Porchay, he makes me so incredibly happy. I can't imagine my life without him anymore." 

Porchay continues to cry into Porsche's neck. If Porchay were a more selfish person he would scream about how it was Kinn who ruined his life. Kinn took Porsche away from him. Kinn, and whatever familial obligation Kim feels he has to Kinn, took Kim away from him. Or, took away what he thought he had with Kim. Either way, Kim took his heart with him; so in a sense, Kinn took that away too. If Porchay were a more selfish person, he'd give Porsche an ultimatum. Him or Kinn. 

But Porchay can't be that selfish. He doesn't want to be either. He does want his brother to be happy. It's what he deserves after what the world put him through. And if he finds that happiness in a mafia lord who happens to be kind of dorky and awkward, Porchay won't begrudge him. It would be incredibly hypocritical of Porchay, considering his heart is still in Kim's hands. 

Porchay and Porsche continue to hold each other. Porsche continues to stroke the back of his head or his back. And Porchay manages to calm down a little bit. He calms down enough to actually speak. 

"I don't know if I want to study music anymore," Porchay rasps, voice worn from crying. "I don't know anything anymore." 

"You don't have to make a decision right now," Porsche replies. "You can take whatever time you need to figure it out again." 

Porchay blinks. He wasn't expecting that response. He was expecting the "you have to go to university. It was our parents' dying wish."

But that wasn't true, was it? Their mom was still alive. Verbally unresponsive, but alive. And Porchay has a feeling that their real wish was for them not to get involved in the mafia. In the family business, as it were. But the universe must have a sick sense of humor — making both Kittisawat brothers fall for mafia boys. 

"You're not going to ask me why? Tell me I have to go to university?" Porchay asks. 

Porchay can hear and feel Porsche sigh deeply. Porsche moves Porchay's head so they are looking each other in the eye. 

"Your happiness is the most important thing to me," Porsche says seriously. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. You are capable of making your own decisions and you should be making them — not me, and not our parents. As for the reason why your feelings about pursuing music have changed… you'll tell me when you're ready. And if you never want to tell me, then that's okay too." 

Porchay feels like he could burst into tears again. He doesn't think he's cried so much since… since the day at Kim's.

Kim.

Porchay hates how his heart still clenches when he thinks about him. Thinks about the song that Kim sent him. Thinks about the dead bodies at Yok's bar that he fucking knows Kim was responsible for. Thinks about the night at the club when Kim stopped him from taking drugs. Thinks about how Kim broke him outside of his apartment. How he knows Kim was the one to save him from the warehouse when he was kidnapped. How Kim was the one who kissed him. How Kim was the one who looked at him like Porchay was the only thing he ever wanted to look at. 

Porchay hates how much he still doesn't hate Kim. Not even a little bit. 

“Did P’Kinn ever tell you about his younger brother?” Porchay asks. 

“Kim?” Porsche questions. “A little. I know he came to the warehouse when we were in trouble. But Kinn says he left the business and avoids coming to the main house. Kinn always said it feels like he doesn’t have a younger brother. I know he wishes they were closer. Why?”   

Porchay sighs. 

“P’Kim is Wik.” 

“Wait, he’s that singer your obsessed with?” 

Porchay feels his heart shrivel. It’s not Porsche’s fault. He doesn’t know. But hearing his brother say it like that breaks him again.

“Hia,” Porchay cries. “He told me he just used me to get information on you but he followed me when I went out with my friends. He was the one who killed all those guys at Hum Bar.” Porchay knows he’s not making sense to Porsche. But once he starts finally telling Porsche, it’s like he can’t stop. “He wrote me a song. He gave me guitar lessons and he flirted with me and he kissed me after I confessed to him and,” Porchay stutters. “And I thought he liked me back. He made me think he liked me too.” 

Porsche doesn’t say anything. He just holds Porchay as he cries out his explanation. Porchay still feels his steady hand running up and down his back in an attempt to comfort him. And then Porchay feels Porsche sigh. 

“I knew it was him at Yok’s. There was video footage of the attack. And I always thought it was weird that he went to rescue you. Kinn told me Kim hasn't been out on a mission since he moved out of the main house at 17,” Porsche says slowly. Like he’s piercing things together. Porchay has no idea what puzzle his brother is looking at, but he thinks that Porshe is jumping to the wrong conclusion. 

“I confronted him about the mafia stuff. He told me he only got close to me because he wanted information on you. I asked him if any of it was real and he just said he was sorry and walked away from me,” Porchay says quietly. “I don’t know why after that he followed me. Why he protected me at Yok’s. Or why he sent me that fucking song. I just want him to stop playing games with my heart.” 

Porsche hums a little bit. Like he’s processing what Porchay is saying and organizing something in his head. After a beat, Porsche speaks. 

“You know… Kinn, in the beginning, had a really hard time telling me the truth about his feelings. Telling himself the truth, really,” Porsche says. “With the environment they grew up in, with who their father is and how he raised them, it was hard for Kinn to let himself be selfish. It was hard for him to trust me when he felt like he couldn’t trust himself. It took Kinn being handcuffed to me for three straight days for him to actually tell me how he feels.” 

“Why are you telling me this,” Porchay asks quietly. He doesn’t like what Porsche is telling him. Not only because it solidifies the fact that Porchay couldn’t hate Kinn — but it makes something akin to hope flutter in his chest. 

“Because I have a feeling that, just because he moved out of here when he was a teenager, doesn’t mean Kim isn’t as emotionally constipated and traumatized as Tankhun and Kinn,” Porsche replies. 

Porchay tries to squash the hope that bubbles inside of him. He can’t let it grow. He can’t let himself believe that Kim could be feeling regretful. That Kim just doesn’t know how to express his emotions like a normal human being. Porchay can’t hope again because if he does and it turns out that Kim truly doesn’t care… Porchay knows his heart won’t survive that. 

“I told you there was footage from the attack at Yok’s,” Porsche says. “Kim is a hell of a fighter. And you don’t fight like that for someone you don’t care about.”

“Hia,” Porchay trembles. “I can’t. I can’t let myself hope again. I don’t know if my heart can take another rejection.” 

Porsche wraps his arms around his brother’s shoulders and lets him cry again. Porchay melts into the comfort of the hug. Above him, he hears Porsche speak again. 

“You’ll make it through this. And I’ll be with you every step of the way if you’ll let me. I love you so much,” Porsche rasps. 

Porchay cries harder and grips his brother tighter, letting whatever anger he was trying to make himself feel dissipate. Porchay lets himself sink into the feeling of comfort and lets it all out. 

#kpappreciation #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #porchay kittisawasd #porsche kittisawasd #listen in my head it also fills the guilt prompt because chay feels guilty for snapping at his brother #but also Porsche just feels guilty about the whole situation so like nfdjsbfjk #but also i love them so much they mean so much to me #also the way im incapable of not including kimchay nfjdbvdj #they mean everything to me #kimchay #kimporchay #also i know this is long but I'm not posting this on ao3 cuz technically this is a part of a wip I'm working on and I hope I can finish it

[trashyswitch]

Getting to Know The Crafty Nook

Isabelle is trying to get to learn more about Tom Nook. Amidst his questions, Isabelle quickly discovers that Tom doesn't take breaks! Like, at all! And that will not due! So, Isabelle tries to change that...if only for a moment...

This fanfic was suggested by 🌠anon! Thank you for the amazing headcanons, and I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Tom and Isabelle were working a shift in the town hall. Tom was typing away on the hall’s laptop and reading daily documents. Isabelle was writing notes in her notebook, and checking her teal notebooks for more information. It was a normal day in the workplace on the island. 

Isabelle put down her pen and looked up at Tom. She noted Tom’s focused face as he typed on his laptop. She mentally noted how hard he had been working up until this point. He was always a hard worker who failed to give himself the time to rest. He would usually do this through his nephews, but even then, it’s not truly a rest if you’re still looking after children, is it? She wasn’t sure. How would she possibly know? She didn’t have children of her own. 

“Hey Tom?” She asked softly. 

“Hm? Yes Isabelle?” he replied, looking up. “What do you do to wind down after a long day?” Isabelle asked. 

“Hmm…” Tom thought for a moment. “I usually take care of Timmy and Tommy. Helping them close the store, taking them to the house and reading them a bedtime story before tucking them into bed.” Tom explained. 

“I see…and…after that?” She asked. 

“Well…I usually go to bed myself.” Tom Nook replied. “This old raccoon needs his rest after the long shifts, yes yes.” Tom Nook admitted with a chuckle. 

Isabelle widened her eyes. “You don’t read? Or do any hobbies after work?” Isabelle asked. 

“Well you see, Isabelle…work IS my hobby.” Tom Nook admitted. “I worked hard to get to this place. No time leftover for funny business.” Tom replied. 

“...Funny business, huh?” Isabelle sat back and crossed her arms. “I personally prefer calling them ‘hobbies’. They are supposed to help you learn more about yourself and add some variety to your life.” Isabelle explained. 

“Well…Work does that same very thing for me.” Tom explained. 

“You’ve gotta be getting bored of work…” Isabelle reacted. 

Tom chuckled. “Something tells me you’re confusing my feelings for your own, hm?” She teased.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Sure…whatever you say.” Isabelle said. 

Tom went right deep into his work once again. It was like Isabelle hadn’t interrupted him at all! Some things just don’t change, do they? 

Well, Isabelle was determined to change that. Right here, right now. 

Isabelle got up out of her seat and picked up her seat. With the chair in hand, Isabelle walked up to Tom’s side of the desk. “What are you doing exactly?” She asked him, placing the chair beside him and sitting down. 

“Nothing interesting for you.” Tom replied. 

“Oh really? Try me.” Isabelle encouraged. 

Tom raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at his screen. “Uhh…” He muttered, unsure how to react himself. 

“Tell me.” Isabelle encouraged him again. 

Tom sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Well…I’m working on a spreadsheet of our representatives' earnings in Bells.” Tom explained. “He has paid me 10,000 bells today, which is 1000 more bells than yesterday.” He explained. “If [Player] continues giving 10,000 bells everyday, he should be able to pay for his house upgrade in about 197 days.” Tom admitted. “Though, I have a feeling [Player] will pay different lump sums of money daily, which may decrease his loan payment days.” Tom Nook explained. 

“Wow…That’s a lot of work for our representative.” She admitted. 

“But telling by their payments, it’s not impossible.” Tom admitted. 

“And you’re charting their progress because…” Isabelle asked next. 

“Because I like to know about their daily progress.” Tom admitted. 

“Ah…” She muttered. 

“Is that all you want to know?” Tom asked. 

“Well…” Isabelle muttered, thinking for a moment. “I do want to know more about you.” She admitted. 

Tom nodded his head. “Ask away.” He replied. 

“Like…What are Timmy and Tommy like?” She asked. 

Tom chuckled. “You say you want to know about me…and yet, you ask me a question about the twins?” Tom mentioned. 

Isabelle smiled and looked away. “Maybe…” She teased. 

Tom shook his head with a smile. “Alright.” Tom cleared his throat. “Timmy and Tommy…they’re typical children. Outgoing, rambunctious, mischievous little tanuki children.” He told Isabelle. 

“I see. What else?” She asked. 

“Timmy is the most quick-witted little tycoon I have ever met.” Tom Nook admitted. “And Tommy is a sensitive mastermind. And together, they are the perfect duo to take over the Nooks corporation after I retire.” Tom explained. “I am very proud of the tanuki’s they have both become.” Tom Nook admitted. 

Isabelle smiled and patted his shoulder. “If they are wonderful kids like you tell me…then just wait until they’re fully grown!” Isabelle reacted. 

Tom closed his eyes with a smile under his little snout. “Don’t make me get ahead of myself, Isabelle. They won’t be pups forever.” Tom warned her. 

“I won’t, I promise.” Isabelle replied happily. 

Isabelle looked at Tom out of the corner of her eye. Tom spoke so highly of the twins, and it was adorable. But he rarely ever gave himself enough of the credit. 

Tom could feel Isabelle’s gaze on him. “.....Do you…need something?” Tom asked. 

“Are you ticklish?” She asked absolutely out of nowhere. 

Tom’s body froze in place. His typing paws had paused in place, and he had stared at the computer for a little longer than he was expecting. He didn’t even have anything to say in response. The only thing he was able to really say was: “Uuuuuhhh…why?”. 

Isabelle smirked. “Oh, just curious.” She replied. 

Tom closed his laptop and turned to look at Isabelle. “I know you're planning something devious. You’re not exactly stealthy.” Tom told her. 

Isabelle giggled and poked his side a couple times. “Is that so?” She teased. “Tell me, Tom: What exactly am I planning?” She asked. 

Tom jumped and attempted to push her hands away. “IsaBELLE-” Tom squeaked as a claw poked him square in the ribs. “StOP-” He tried and failed to cover his sides. “Please! We both have work to do!” Tom reacted. 

Isabelle chuckled. “Come on, Tom. You haven’t even answered me.” Isabelle told her. 

Tom stared at her. “A-About what?” He asked. 

“I asked you ‘Are you ticklish?’ earlier.” She reminded him. 

“…You wanted an answer?” Tom asked for clarification. 

Isabelle leaned her head back and laughed. “Why else would I ask you?!” She reacted. 

“I don’t know!” Tom reacted. 

“You don’t know if you’re ticklish or not?” She teased as she poked and scratched his furry sides. 

“That’s nOTWHAT-” Tom threw his head back. “BAHAHA-?!” He reacted, surprised by his own cackle. 

“I think you’re very ticklish!” She declared. “And personally…” She shoved her paws into his armpits with pure excitement on her face. “I think you need a break from work.” She told him. 

Tom threw himself against the back of his chair and cackled rather hysterically. “HAHAHAHAhahaha!” He squeezed his eyes shut, showing off a few of his eye wrinkles as he wiggled around in an unintentionally aggressive manner. “IHIHISABEHEHEHELLE PLEHEHEHEASE!” He yelled. 

“Goodness, you’re louder than I thought you’d be!” She reacted. 

“SHUHUHUHUSHHH!” Tom yelled back. 

“But shushing wouldn’t be as fun! And you know this.” Isabelle replied confidently.

Tom attempted to curl up similarly to how Mayor Tortimer would’ve curled up into his shell. 

“Trying to hide from me?” Isabelle teased before moving her paws to his neck. “Well I hate to break it to you, but you’re not going anywhere.” She declared proudly. 

Tom gasped and widened his eyes. Oh NO! “P-PLEASENO-NOT THERE!” He pleaded. 

Isabelle smirked. “Not where? Not here?” She poked his neck. “Not this sensitive neck right here?” She scritched his neck insanely gently. “Not this exposed, fluffy little neck?” She kept teasing in a voice only her twin brother would’ve heard. 

“NaaaAAAHAHAHA! EEEEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEE!” Tom screeched and squealed. 

Isabelle was thrown off by this reaction at first. Isabelle and Tom had been friends for ages by this point. So seeing a serious businessman completely lose control of himself, was so out of character! Tom had always tried to present himself as a reserved, charismatic businessman. So it was almost shocking to see him squealing and losing his composure! Is this the same person?! Where’s the proof? How can we be so sure that this is the same person?!

It didn’t matter if Tom’s words were coherent or not…Isabelle seemed to have an answer for every single comment. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE-” Tom pleaded. 

“Goodness, you’re giggly! Does it really tickle that much?!” Isabelle asked. 

Tom attempted to nod his head amidst his giggly laughter. 

“How ticklish?” She asked with a smirk as she fluttered her paws up his neck towards his chin. 

“WAHAHAIT WAITWAIT-!” Tom squeaked and struggled to cover up his ultra sensitive chin. 

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how ticklish is your chin?” She asked curiously. 

Tom gasped as her finger presented itself mere millimeters away from his chin. He knew that if Isabelle so much as touched his chin, it would be all over. He would lose all his composure, and surely die from the embarrassment alone! And all it would take…was a tiny, simple touch.

The claw finally touched down…but it was only for a second. But that second was all it took for Tom Nook to disappear. The ticklish coworker she had been playing with in the town hall, had suddenly disappeared from her field of vision. 

Isabelle widened her eyes and pulled her paw back. The desk chair that was seating the raccoon had become completely empty. What the- Where did Tom go?! Isabelle looked around the room, flabbergasted by his sudden disappearance. Did he teleport?! There’s no way…no one can teleport like that. Not even the representative is capable of teleportation! 

Suddenly, the back door opened, revealing an exhausted, slumped-over Tom Nook. He was holding a cup of water in his right paw, while leaning against the doorframe with weariness written all over his face. The man looked like he just ran a marathon. 

“Oh my gosh- Are you okay?!” Isabelle asked, running up and offering to help carry him. She gently grabbed his arm and tried to wrap it around her shoulders, so she could place part of his weight onto her. 

But Tom didn’t interpret her actions like that. He assumed that her actions were part of her new elaborate plan to tickle him all over again. So naturally, Tom doubled over and pulled away before falling down. Isabelle took his water cup and let him fall. Isabelle watched as Tom curled up into a little ball the moment his body hit the floor. He wasn’t even able to stop the extra  giggles from leaving his snout. It was somewhat adorable, and still quite out-of-character for the man. 

Isabelle smiled and continued to watch as Tom sat himself up. When Tom reached for the water, Isabelle gave it to him. Tom drank the rest of the water in one big gulp, before huffing. “Are you happy with yourself?” He asked, looking up at Isabelle with a loopy smile. 

Isabelle’s heart dropped for only a second. Did she do something drastic?! Were her actions out of line?! 

…but the Shih Tzu felt immediate relief the moment she saw Tom’s crooked smile. Everything seemed to be okay. He wasn’t angry at her…and she was thankful for that. 

Tom got up onto his feet and got himself some more water from the water jug. “What time is it?” Tom asked. 

Isabelle looked over at the analog clock up on the wall. “It is…10 to 5.” Isabelle said. 

Tom hummed and speed-walked to his desk. “I promised the boys I would make them fish and chips for dinner.” He admitted. 

Isabelle raised an eyebrow. “And you have the time to do that?” she asked. 

“I will as soon as I leave.” Tom replied. 

Isabelle laughed and watched as Tom closed the laptop and put his book away. Then, he pulled out his Nook Phone. “That must be the boys.” He said before picking up the phone. “Hello?” He said. 

Isabelle turned her ear to the right, to attempt to hear what the boys were saying to him. 

“I’m on my way now, Timmy. Alright?” He told him. 

Isabelle smiled as she closed her notebook and schedule.

“I know my voice sounds groggy, but that’s none of your concern.” Tom told them. 

Isabelle looked up, and giggled silently into her paw. Unlike the boys, she knew EXACTLY why Tom’s voice was a little raspy. 

“Alright, I’ll see you in a few minutes. Bye.” He said, before hanging up. “Alright. That’s my cue to leave.” He told Isabelle. “See you in an hour, Isabelle.” 

“Bye Tom!” Isabelle replied, waving until the double doors closed. 

#tooth rotting fluff #teasing #funny #hobbies #getting to know each other #animal crossing new horizons #ticklefic #ler!isabelle #lee!tom #mentions of family bonding #male female friendship

[writefinch]

FRIENDLY CHAT

Hey! Sorry to pull you in here before your break, we just need a quick chat. So, long story short, uh, a customer complained that you point-blank offered him a condom.

This isn't the first time. You know it's against company policy. You're only supposed to get them if the customer requests it first. Like, you're not even supposed to have them on display. I know that part is stupid, but if the regional manager checks the tapes and sees condom bowls in plain view, I'd still get written up.

No, no, absolutely not, I'm not going to write you up. I don't think it's necessary and you know it goes totally against my management style. I want to talk through your concerns.

I wanna remind you that we take all the recommended industry-standard precautions. In fact we go above them! First off, you're fully vaxxed, and that's the end of ninety percent of things to worry about, period. You've got an IUD on the company health plan, even though your T-shots probably suppress it. The customers get a physical screen in the waiting area. All us boys and girlies get tested every three weeks, twice as frequent as the industry standard.

That's already extensive, it makes you safer than the vast majority of people in our line of work. If we did any more, customers will get the wrong idea. They'll think we're an unclean brothel with unclean customers. It'd remind them too much of all the you-know-what from the past few years.

Yes, you're not wrong about that. Breakthrough infections happen, and people get sick. But you know what I'm gonna say? You're very robust, you know that? You've been here for what, eighteen months, you've been pulling long hours and beacoup extra shifts and you've barely caught a sniffle. The testosterone must be helping!

Now you might not stay this lucky forever, that's why we have six paid sick days and a flexible admin rota. Usually when you catch something it'll be a mild itch and trouble peeing. You won't even wanna rest, and yeah you won't get the full rate for paid clients, you can still get paid to do the laundry and the paperwork for a week while it clears up.

Every year I get a couple of colds from my kids and take three or four days off, and every year I always get a VD from one of the clients and spend a week washing sheets and cleaning dildos. You know what that gives me? Two or three days rolled over into vacation time!

Yes, you can get unlucky. You can get a couple of back-to-back infections. I tell every boy and girl who starts here the same thing: before they take out a loan on a new car or move out of their toxic roommate situation, make sure to get two weeks pay in a savings account. Even if you do have to dip into your rainy day fund, you know full well that there's always extra shifts to pick up around here.

Yeah, you can catch something nasty. You can have a bad reaction. We all remember how scary it was before the vaccines were available. But here's the thing: you drive to work, right? You're on the freeway twice a day. Forty-thousand people die every year in car crashes, and tens of thousands more get life-changing injuries. You don't spend every day worrying about that, right?

You just get on with it and live your life.

Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing. You're really special to me, you know that? You're a genuine friend to me, I mean that. We get on really well, all the girls love you, you're a hit with clients and that's why I jumped on this y'know? This job is only as fun as the people here make it, and I don't want to see you written up for something that can be talked out.

Discipline here is so stupid. I'm fucking sick of the owners hassling girls, and boys, out of working here and then crying and bitching when we can't meet customer demand.

I said I'd be out of here as soon as I get my HVAC cert but if they put us all through that again I'll just quit on the spot. That's why I want to look out for you. You've helped me through some really difficult times, on shift and off. I wouldn't have been able to get through junket season without you. I'm serious, if you hadn't joined when you did, there'd be gun laws named after me.

Thanks for listening, and again, I'm sorry for even bringing this stuff up. Just promise you'll keep what I've said in mind? We've all got to look out for each other here.

Hey, once you're back from break, can I have your help with something? I've got a no-refusal client and well, all the other girls refused. What? No I don't want you to take him, c'mon man I'm not gonna let you off a written warning to guilt you into picking up my shit, honestly! No, I'm the supervisor on shift so it's up to me.

Anyway he's not into boys, even pretty ones like you, sorry. But he's a real charmer, so would you mind sticking close in case he starts throwing up or throwing hands? If I have to hit the panic button I think Sergei will throw him out of a window, and nobody needs that headache.

Thanks, I really appreciate it. We'll be in the spa room, so let me know when you're ready to play pool boy…

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The Roommate Agreement - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Slice of life, angst.

CW: Mentions of being evicted, mentions of homelessness, mentions of financial issues, themes of Anxiety.

Word Count: 1757

Summary: Just when you thought life was going great you get a red slip through your door. The eviction notice. Now it’s a scramble to figure out how you’re going to fix everything.

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“So are you going to see him again?” You ask down the phone to your friend as you make your way up to your apartment, fishing your keys out from your bag.

“I don’t know, it wasn’t the worst date I’ve been on but it wasn’t the best if you get what I mean.” She sighs in response. You could hear her quick typing as she had you on call and you chuckled knowing what she was up to.

“You’re already back on the dating sites aren’t you?”

“Hey I have to keep my options open.” You both laugh at each other and the laughter makes it difficult for you to steadily get the key in the lock, but upon opening the door your laughter soon dies off.

“I gotta go, I’ll drop you a text later.” You say, joy leaving your tone before you hung up and slowly leaned down to pick up a red envelope you found on the floor. Turning the envelope over in your hands your eyes are met with big bold black letters reading ‘EVICTION NOTICE’. 

Your heart sank and panic started to set in. You shut the door quietly behind you before sitting on the couch, not daring to open the envelope...but you had to. You tear the top of the envelope off with shaky hands and pull out the letter. You see clearly printed on the letter your name and address, so it clearly wasn’t put through your door by mistake, the rest read;

According to the lease agreement that was agreed to and signed before moving into the property you are required to

1) Pay the monthly rent of 300,000 Won.

2) Adhere to the rule stated in the lease agreement.

3) Failure to do so will result in eviction due to non-compliance.

You are hereby notified to vacate the premises in the address stated above within 14 days of the date of the delivery of the notice to you. 

Your rent is past overdue and you are required to pay 693,500 Won, this includes late fees. If this amount is paid in full before the eviction date, we will not proceed with the eviction.

And signed at the bottom was the signature of your landlady Mrs Kim. You couldn’t argue that your rent was overdue, you knew this and you’d apologised profusely to Mrs Kim, telling her that you promise to get the money to her as soon as you could but seeing how much you owed now it seemed impossible to do. Work had been messing you around lately, cutting your hours whenever they felt like it and your student loan wasn’t coming in until next month, not enough time for you to be able to use that for you rent.You’d been living off the cheapest instant ramen you could find for the last 2 months and you only used your heating for 3 hours as day at most to try and save as much money as you could to scrape together to make rent, but to no avail. You were well and truly screwed.

You needed to find a new place to stay but as it was your current apartment was one of the cheapest on the market and you couldn’t even pay for it, so how were you going to pay for a new one? In a state of panic you pick up the phone and call Mrs Kim to see if there was anything you could do to be able to stay.

“Hi Mrs Kim,” You started, trying to control the shakiness of your voice. “I just had this eviction letter through my door, is there anything I can do to persuade you to change your mind?” 

“I’m sorry dear but my hands are tied, you’ve been a lovely tenant you really have but my husband is starting to get really irritated by the lack of rent pay we’ve had off you.” She was so sweet in how she spoke to you, she was your typical old lady, the type of woman you’d see in a grocery store and would compliment you or shower you with thanks if you helped her reach something, she was a real sweetheart.

“My student loan is coming in next month, I’ll be able to pay you then. Is there any way I can get you to reconsider?” You were grasping at straws now.

“I’m sorry dear, my name might be on the door but it’s my husband that deals with the finances so if it’s his decision to evict you then I’m sorry love I can’t do anything to help.” She sounded genuinely sorry about the situation so you felt no need to get fired up and argue with her, it wasn’t her fault really.

“Okay, I’m sorry Mrs Kim, I’ll be out of here in 14 days.” And with that you hung up the phone and dropped your head into your hands, still holding the letter that counted down the days until you were homeless. There was no way you could go back to your parents house, first of all you no longer had a room there, your youngest sister claimed it as her own the day you left and secondly your parents lived too far away for you to commute back and forth to university every day. You had no family in the city you could rely on and you were too far into the academic year to apply for student accommodation.  

The next four hours you did nothing but scroll through every housing app and website you could find, you even broadened the distance field in hopes of any luck. If it meant it took you an hour to get to university you’d do it, you were desperate. 

You came across so many promising properties but you were quickly discouraged when you saw they either wanted 2 months rent upfront or the monthly rent was either the same or a bit more than what you were already paying. Your head was starting to hurt from the constant feeling of stress and anxiety mixed with the bright screens from both your laptop and phone, but you couldn’t stop, not yet. 

Your searches were cut short when your phone screen lit up with Yeosang’s name, you didn’t want to talk to anyone so you quickly hung up on him and continued your search, that was until he started to call you again.

“Y/n~, why’d you hang up on me the first time?” You could hear Yeosang’s pout over the phone.

“What do you want Yeo?” You tried to make your tone sound more joking than rude, he didn’t know what you were going through right now so you knew it wasn’t right to snap at him but the stress of it all was making it difficult for you.

“What’s up, you don’t sound okay.” 

“I’m fine, I just...have 3 assignments due in 2 weeks and I’m a bit stressed.” You lied.

“And that’s where I fit in perfectly, your personal de-stresser!”

“What are you talking about?” 

“I have a way you can de-stress, even if it’s just for tonight.”

“I highly doubt that.” You sigh knowing the extent of how fucked you were.

“Yunho is having a party at his place tonight, all the guys are gonna be there so I was hoping you’d be there too, we’re not the full group without you.” You could practically see how he was pouting his lips at you through the phone, the same pout he gives you when he’s begging you. 

“Yeo, I don’t think it’s a good idea, like I said I have 3 assignments due in 2 weeks.” You try to argue back.

“Y/n, I know you, you’ve probably already spent hours on them and you’ve most likely already got a headache, come on, even if you just come for a few hours to blow off some steam. It’ll do you good.” You mentally cursed Yeosang for knowing you like the back of his hand, granted it wasn’t assignments you were working on but he had everything right. Your eyes flick back over to the screen of your laptop, 6 or more tabs open with apartments that you can’t afford. The more you looked at the screen the more you realised...maybe he was right, head head was ready to explode so maybe getting away from it all for a little while would do you some good.

“Fine...Just a few hours then I’m coming home.” You could hear Yeosang cheer on the other end of the phone, but you could also hear someone else with him.

“Seonghwa is that you? Yeosang have you got me on speaker?” 

“I have a witness y/n, both me and Seonghwa have heard you say you’re coming so you can’t back out now, I’ll be with you in an hour.” And with that the two men said their goodbyes and the line went dead. You glance at the clock it was already 6:30pm, you worked it out if Yeosang was picking you up at 7:30 then you’d be able to stay at the party until 10 the latest then get back home for another hour or 2 of house hunting before calling it a night. It worked out well.

Getting up from the couch you go to your room to get changed, taking this opportunity to clear your head of everything. It worked for a short while, your mind too occupied on picking out something to wear but as soon as you threw on a pair of jeans and a top you were back to square one. Mindlessly floating around your room as you wait for Yeosang to turn up and your mind starts to wander again, visions coming to mind of you living in a cardboard box, sneaking into uni to sleep in the library, it was all getting too much for you. Your chest started to tighten and your breathing became faster. You wanted to do nothing but curl up into a ball and cry, but you were stopped once again by your phone.

[7:33 pm] Yeosang: I’m outside.

Hurrying to your feet you rush to grab your bag and throw on a pair of shoes, in that time you tried to get a grip on your emotions, fight back the tears that were going to spill any second. You didn’t want to burden Yeosang with your housing situation so you did your best to look like everything was fine. With one final look in the mirror you gave yourself a mental green light, you looked fine, no indication of distress, nothing to worry about and with a deep breath you grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

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Story Arc:

The Water Tower - EZ tells you a secret.

Pound of Flesh - EZ realises the situation with your debt has taken a violent turn.

"you have my life in your hands" - EZ pays off your debt.

Drinking Tonight - EZ reflects on his decision.

It’s you that texts EZ, not the other way around. He doesn’t know what to expect when he steps into the bar. There’s a trepidation in his chest because whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your relationship is in stasis. It’s the reason he’s kept his head down over the past few days, given you a little space because the truth is he doesn’t want what he has with you to end. He knows that’s what’s going to happen now you’ve broken the stalemate. You’re going to give him his stuff back and tell him that it’s over.

In his heart he knows that he would do it all over again. He can’t stand the idea of you being broken like that, having to trade your body to pay off the interest of a loan that you didn’t ask for.

When he enters the bar, you’re sitting at one of the tables near the juke box. The machine is unplugged, the glass panel still smashed. Someone has helped repair the shelves that lined the back wall of the bar, Riz he thinks, he remembers the other man mentioning popping over a couple of nights ago. He sits down across from you, his shoulders tense as he slumps in his seat unable to look at you.

There’s silence for a minute before you sigh, your fingertips straying to one of the cardboard coasters before you begin to toy with it.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I…” You hesitate for a second before finding your words. “I’m so used to being on my own, that I forgot what it’s like to rely on another person. I haven’t been able to do that for a very long time.”

He knows your talking about your father, both before and after his death. You’d taken care of him long before the cirrhosis killed him, when he was too drunk to stand, too beaten up to gamble, too hungover to manage a bar. You’ve fended for yourself for as long as you can remember.

“I don’t want to take your money. I don’t want it to taint our relationship but now we’re in a predicament because I feel beholden to you, and I don’t like that feeling.”

“You aren’t.” EZ says fiercely, ducking his head so he can meet your gaze. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Imagine it was Angel.” You say carefully. “That Angel had paid off a debt you owed to the club, a debt that right now you can’t possibly afford to pay, imagine how that would make you feel.”

Grateful, he thinks and then trapped. There are expectations attached to something like that even if they aren’t spoken. Angel would never hold it over him, but it would be there, in between the two of them. It’s in that moment that he gets it. By paying the debt he may have taken Grady’s boot off the back of your neck, but he’s replaced it with his own.

“How do we fix this?” He asks you, his elbows coming to rest on the table. “How do we move past it?”

You lean down and reach into your purse, withdrawing an A4 brown envelope and setting it down on the table in front of him.

“I had this drawn up.”

He frowns as he reaches for the envelope, unsealing it with his fingertip before he pulls the paperwork out of it and studies it intently. It’s a contract, he sees his name on it and yours, the title of the bar and it dawns on him all at once.

“No.” He says as he places the document back down on the table. “I don’t want it.”

“EZ…” You begin but he shakes his head cutting you off.

“Jo, this place belongs to you, to your family.” He says, his voice rough. “I can’t take it from you.”

“EZ, you are the only person in this world that understands how much this place means to me.” You tell him, reaching across the table and clasping his head in yours. “Why I have to keep it, why I work my ass off for it and for you to be a partner in that…” You trail off for a second and he realises how hard this is, not just for him but for you too. You are not a woman who trusts easily, the world has taught you that other people only want something in exchange for what you can give them.

This contract is your way of resetting the balance between the two of you. As much as you have faith in him, you’ve been proven wrong so many times before that the wound just can’t be healed. He understands that about you.

“Think of the money as an investment.” You tell him. “You own 50% of the bar. You get a say in all of the decision making and a 50% share of the profits, everything else is up to me. The operations, the day to day running, it’s mine to deal with. In a couple of years when I’ve saved enough cash, I can buy you out.”

It’s clear that you’ve given this a lot of thought, that for you this is the light at the end of a dark tunnel that has been your reality for a very long time. He places his palm upon the paperwork as he stares down at it, his fingertips skating over the text. The time he’s spent behind your bar, with you have been some of the happiest of his life. He can see this working, the two of you being happy together, running this place.

“No interest.” He says finally as he tilts his head up to look at you. “The aim of paying off the loan was to give you the room to breathe. Take the part about the interest out and I’ll sign it.”

“EZ…”

“Jo.” He says firmly. “No interest.”

You pause for a second before nodding your head.

“Fine. No interest.” You agree as you slide the paperwork back towards you. “I’ll get this amended for you to sign.”

He watches as you tuck the contract back into the envelope, returning it to your purse.

“And us?” He asks you, dark eyes resting on you as you lean across the table so that your faces are inches apart. “Where does this leave the two of us?”

“I guess this makes us partners.” You tell him, your fingertips trailing over the curve of his cheek. “In life and with the bar.”

He exhales, his eyes meeting yours as his lips brush over the tattoo on your pulse point.

“Partners.” He says with a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

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Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Pairing: Miguel x f reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think)

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

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Chapter 1: pilot.

Everything was going great , really it was , you finally managed to become independent and move out, managed to get an amazing job with your hard worked degree, and lastly you were earning enough to get by and pay your student loans.

Until one fateful night you clocked in for your shift as a critical care nurse with your cute violet scrubs , one thing your coworkers really admired about you was your honest heart and true willingness to take care of those whose been injured tragically in a blink of an eye. You took your job very seriously and really put your soul into every stitch and intubation. So was the case when a powerful politician from your city arrive after a failed assassination attempt, you and your team managed to stabilize him and all procedures in the ICU went well.

In terms of post care you medicated him according to doctors order, you didn't go a gram over his pain medication and he seemed to be recovering quickly and well. Things started to go side ways when you had to leave work early since a friend of yours, Gigi got blackout drunk after a break up in a sketchy part of town. Not being able to handle the thought of all the things that could happen to her ;you left your patient to a newbie , trusting him to take good care of your patient (big mistake).

After leaving Gigi in her home , you called to get the rest of your day off so you could enjoy a well deserved break and catch up on some series you've left behind .The next morning you arrived to the hospital and quickly noticed your coworkers heads turning in your directos  staring at you with a wide gaze. You thought nothing of it and went to check on your patient room to see how all went last night. As soon as you entered the room you saw some iv drips on the floor , pillows and a mattress thrown to oblivion and most importantly your patient going bat shit crazy assaulting the newbie you left him in charge of , in the meanwhile some other nurses try to get him off the poor guy who was just trying to do you a favor.

Next thing you know you're rushing to the locked medicine room to later show your ID to enter the room so you can  quickly insert the tranquilizer in a  syringe to have ready . After locking up the place  you sprint back to room number #13 hoping no one is gravely injured, soon you open the door to then tip toe on ceramic tiles as you attempt to knock out the source of all the chaos.

To your bad luck the newbies eyes looking at the politicians back betrays you and in the blink of an eye you're the one that's being chocked on.

-“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! GIVE ME SOME MORE OF THAT GOOD SHIT AND ILL BE ON MY FUCKING WAY.ITS NOT THAT BLOODY HARD.”- After the patient yelled this out everything clicked in your mind , the newbie nurse must have given him a heavy dose leaving him now in some sort of withdrawal.  But for the moment all you have to think about is how to get out of this alive , the pressure on your neck starts to make your vision hazy before you black out you throw the syringe to a nurse nearby and the next thing you see is black.

A few minutes later you flutter your eyes open and find yourself in a separate room with the newbie nurse standing by your side.

-“Y/n , how are you? I'm so sorry for how thing turned out, turns out the patient had prior history of substance abuse that wasn't on the chart and he somehow convinced me he was in indescribable pain so I switched up the medicine to dia morphine.- Said the ditzy nurse as he looked at the ground with shame.”

-“You did what?!”- You yelled out sitting straight.

・゜゜・．

Meanwhile in spider society headquarters things seemed to be going rough...

Lately there's been far to many anomalies, taking more spider men than normal to complete missions while also getting more injured than never.

Some spider man were returning so beat up that they couldn't return to their own universe , leaving some altruistic spider people to patch up their injuries to the best of their abilities and bring them home.

-“Miguel , we need to get some sort of medical assistance up in here. You can't keep asking Lyla to guess is someone is in a comma or just concussed. God forbid I start pushing out this baby due to the stress I'm suffering.”- Stated Jessica drew while walking back and forth in Miguel's office.

-“They're spider people they have to get used to a scratch or too.”- mumbled Miguel while looking through his screens for any new anomalies.

-“Miguel i know it's tough to find someone to confide in but please , you're the leader of this organization for a reason , think of their families and partners they'll start to worry , they shouldn't get used to their  loved one coming home with a lip busted open just cause their boss doesn't want to Pay for their health care.”

Spiderman 2099 proceeds to squeeze his eyes with force refusing to accept that all the recent events and getting out of his hands while squeezing the bridge of his nose but with a final exhale he decided to do what's right.

-“Don't worry about it , I'll get to it as soon as possible.”- he replied trying to give Jessica some reassurance

・゜゜・．

-“I assume you know why you’re here y/n.”- Said the hospitals director, in her office as you sat down in front of her , unable to lift your face following the series of catastrophic events.-“I think you and I both know you've made a mistake , but you and I both know you've contributed a lot to this hospital”- said the blond haired director as she stood up started walking around the room.-“What happened yesterday was partially your fault but mainly not , my dear friend ,your patient;  has a little addiction that's harmful to nobody. The newbie giving him dia morphine was the next step for him to level up his addiction. He's tried some other shit before but nothing as good as the pain killer administered to him the day of the events. So taking all things Into consideration i leave you two options

Voluntary resignation or...”- as the words exited the directors mouth you felt your whole world fall to the ground everything you worked for poof , gone in a blink of an eye.- “Or continuing administering dia morphine and other requested pain killers to my friend safely while creating fake patient charts to justify the use of  said drugs to the board of directors.”

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After signing in your resignation you cried all the way home on the subway not caring who was watching, how did your life turn out like this? You couldn't blame Gigi, she didn't know all of this was gonna happen.

As soon as you arrived to your apartment you took out a bucket of stratichella ice cream and started applying for jobs right away online.

After almost a week with no luck you started to get desperate. The last job offer that was left was one where you checked all the requirements the down side is they were looking for a male nurse. But as you re read the requirements to decided sure they would change their minds as soon as as they saw your qualifications.

Requirements.

-Registered nurse.

-3+ Years of experience.

-Certified specialist in critical care.

- Motivated and hard working.

-Skillful and diligent.

-Time availability.

-Works well under pressure.

-Age: 23- 30 years old.

-Good physical and mental health.

-No criminal history.

-male

Company: Spid-so.co

Employer: Michael 'o' hare.

Email for inquiries: [email protected]

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To say you were drunk would be dead wrong. You were completely shit faced. You stared at the flatscreen as they played Mario Kart. They were on the Rainbow Road map. The bright colours made you feel nauseous. You tried to bare it but you just couldn’t you needed a minute. You quickly slipped out and went into the backyard.

You sat on the step of the porch, you arms lay across your knees. You rested your head on your arms and sighed. When you were drunk you usually thought about your mother. She was in rehab. If you were being honest, you missed her. You and your mother had a strange sort of bond. While she was your idol she was also your enemy. Growing up had never been easy. Your dad had cheated on your mother and eloped with the other woman at a very young age. You mother was both your mother and father figure growing up. She was the strongest person you knew, she still was. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have her flaws. She was a narcissist. She would manipulate situations at any chance she could. It was so emotionally draining that when you had gotten the chance to leave for University you couldn’t help but jump at it. In your head, it was easier to pay off student loans for the rest or you life, and end up in potential debt, then live at home. You loved your mother as much as the next person, but she also sucked the life out of you. You hadn’t even realised it but all the thoughts about your mother had managed to make you cry.

You also hadn’t realised the person sat next to you until you lifted you head from your arms and saw him. Kyle. He was sat next to you staring out at the well-kept garden. He looked at you briefly then turned his attention back the the garden. “Why are you crying?” He was still focused on the garden, even when he took a swig of his beer. You stared at him for a while before sighing and turning your attention to the garden aswell.

“Just thinking about my mom.” Kyle knew- everyone knew- what you had been through in 4th grade. You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. You truly had no idea what you were doing, it hadn’t even clicked in your mind what you had just done. Kyle hummed in response to you. You sat up again and he turned to look at you. You stared deep into his eyes, you were starting to see something different about him. You couldn’t pin what exactly but something felt familiar about it. You couldn’t help but let your eyes fall to his lips. They looked so … appealing to you, for the first time. You stared at him. Something started to simmer in you, then it was bubbling, then it was raging and bubbling to the surface. Before you could even stop yourself, something in you overflowed and you cupped Kyle’s cheek. You pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. Everything was spilling out.

You were about to pull back when Kyle started to reciprocate. He began to kiss back.

Gradually, your lips stated to dance together, moving in perfect harmony. Kyle grabbed you waist and lifted you onto his lap as you kissed. The butterflies in your stomach flapping harshly as you continued to kiss him. You were starting to run out of air. You pulled back to stared at him. They way he was looking at you spoke more words than what was ever needed to be said between you both. It spoke real volumes.

You didn’t need to talk about what had happened before, any of the past, how any of this had even come to be, you never would. You were in the moment. You both understood that the past was just a tainted, twisted way of keeping each other at arms length. You hadn’t realised how much you craved Kyle-all of him, his validation, him- until now. You couldn’t help but feel as though it was random, while you felt guilty for it it also felt so perfect. There was nothing significant that he had done to you to make you feel this way for him yet here you were, kissing Kyle, and it felt so right. Maybe you had fallen for him a while ago. You don’t recall exactly when but for years now it had felt like there was a shift in your feelings towards him.

You captured his lips again, savouring the feeling, the taste, then pulled back. He gave you a mischievous smile. One you had never seen before. Somehow, that, in that exact moment, and the feeling of his lips on yours became your favourite things ever. You never wanted this moment to end. You hated that you were starting to feel tired. You body felt so heavy.

You yawned and Kyle instinctively pulled your head onto his chest. He held your head there and allowed you to rest. You felt so safe in his arms. It was crazy to think only yesterday if someone had told you would ever spare Kyle a thought like this, you would have laughed in their face. You sighed and closer your eyes. Listening to the rhythmic pumping of his head.

Before you even knew it, you fell asleep.

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