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The Thorne

CHAPTER ONE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 4K

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This is my night. The club is full & they are all here for me. I can see their lip-biting grins now, full of want, lust, power. Their heads spinning with alcohol in their system & images of me beneath them, or on top—really however they want. I am the sole reason they leave their wives & kids on the weekends, faking a business trip, just so they can leave the island to come inland: all for me. I feel powerful. These men, these might men with big names & everything to lose, risk it all for me.

Suppose it’s in my blood, with mom having been an entertainer back in her day, as well. She made a name for herself—a lady of the night—which secured my reputation before I was even born. But fortunately, she got knocked up by one of the elite. So, I grew up with the finest of them; massive beach house & expensive clothes included. For a long time it didn’t matter who my mother was—at least not enough to make high school difficult. I partied with the best of them & was quite popular, surrounded by girls who wanted to be me & boys who wanted to be with me. But when something isn’t truly yours, it never will last for long.

The first time I stepped on this stage, I hadn’t been surprised how natural it came to me. I was nineteen at the time. Kenya Steele—the owner & my boss—let me audition but I recalled her having a knowing smirk on her face. She knew who I was, too. Didn’t matter if you were raised on the island or on the mainland, whores recognize whores—at least that’s what mom always told me. My mom was never ashamed of her past—something else I learned from her at a young age: to not let the snobs in this town treat me otherwise. She was tenacious, driven, independent, proud: all the traits men feared in a woman, unless of course that woman was your escape for the night, a reason to indulge in your fantasies. It’s how she secured my bourgeois upbringing. I never learned who my father was, but I didn’t need to. Mom played both roles: a fun loving parent who was fiercely protective of her young & would string em’ up & eviscerate them if you looked at her family poorly. I am incredibly proud of the woman she is—and the one she raised me to be.

Becoming a lady of the night was only supposed to be for a short while, a way to put myself through school, but I soon fell in love with the career. The lights, music, clothes—or lack thereof. More so, that look in their eyes: the men who would kill their best friend on their right to have a single night with you. It was power. And I wanted more of it. I dropped out of college & focused solely on the club. Outside of dancing & stealing the souls of the wealthy & shameless, the club was incredibly important to me. Kenya had only begun lightly training me a year ago to potentially run the place—or start my own when I outgrew the stage. That wouldn’t be for a while though. I’m only 22 & just getting started.

Steele Your Heart is barren tonight. It’s the middle of the week. I’m not performing tonight. Kenya reserves my performances for the weekends to rake in the money unless I am requested for a private dance. Tonight, I work the bar. As much as I enjoy walking around in nothing but a tiny pair of underwear—if you could even call them that—I too enjoy finding ways to accentuate my body with clothing. Like tonight, I wear high-waisted daisy dukes paired with fishnets that disappear into my oldest pair of combat boots. The top I wear is a shredded Guns N’Roses crop, holes torn throughout with just enough side boob. My phase with wearing bras had been short-lived & restricted to middle school. Growing up with a mom who argued for women’s bodies to be dressed how the woman damn well pleases allowed me to grow comfortably in my skin. My tits were just small enough to never need a bra but just big enough to collect sweat underneath during the hot & humid months that came with living in the South.

Kicking open the swinging door from the kitchen that led to the bar, I haul in a single keg. One of the many benefits of being a dancer is the impressive strength one gains. Though I’m not muscular to the eye, I’m quite strong & have proven so with a few men who liked to break the rules. Emma—who goes by Skiz on stage—sits on a stool at the bar, counting out the tips she’s made thus far. I snicker to myself as I quickly estimate how much she’s made, turning my back to her & kneeling, changing out the kegs.

“Oh, shut it.” She mutters, “Not everyone can have their own show to bring in the dough.”

I shake my head in response but remain smiling, “So, talk to Kenya.” I tell her over my shoulder, “You know she’d give you a few trial nights a month in place of me. Not like I can do it forever.”

“Psh.” She tuffs, “Like she’d give up a weekend of dollar signs out the ass for a nobody like me.”

“How else do you expect to get known?” I counter, slamming the cupboard shut, turning to face her, “Think I was just given the spot I have?”

Emma quits her counting to stare knowingly at me, a single eyebrow raised, “Exactly.”

“Okay okay.” I chuckle, “I’m just saying. She respects initiative so if it’s something you really want, take it to her. What’s the worse she’ll do? Fire you?”

We share a laugh knowing full well Kenya would never fire any of her girls without a damn good reason—like sleeping with a customer, on or off the clock. I glance at the time on the wall, only 10:00. I sigh, glancing around the club space.

There are three stages throughout the club, save for the private ones in back. Two that flank the sides with a wall of lights behind them to provide silhouettes of the dancers. On some theme nights thin curtains are hung to provide only silhouette dances, an aesthetic popular enough to bring back twice a month. Then, in the center of the club space is a long-oval shaped stage, where the main shows take place. Me & two other girls are the highlights of the weekend nights. My performances usually lasting 30 minutes, twice a night, Thursdays to Saturdays. Overhead are circular lights carved into the ceiling that vary in color throughout the nights, though typically they remain a magenta hue. The seating throughout the club consists of single luxurious deep purple velvet chairs that offer both comfort & elegance. Kenya took a risk in purchasing that many, but anyone caught ruining them with their bodily fluids is fined for public indecency, blacklisted from the club, & their name showcased in bright lights on the sign above the club in the parking lot. One foolish man decided to challenge Kenya & did exactly that: pulled his puny pee-pee out & finished all over one of the seats. In the next hour, the man was getting escorted out of the club by some officers while Kenya sent one of the bodyguards up a ladder to plaster the man’s name on the sign. Since then, no one has been stupid enough to try.

A few men are seated throughout, most by themselves, but there’s a small group of older men on the right side, watching intently as one of the newest girls’ glides down a pole. I sigh, craving more action. Emma notices this & glances over her shoulder to check out the ghost-town of a club. She clicks her tongue, lining up her tips & handing them to me, “Stash this, will ya?”

I collect the wad of dollar bills & 20’s from her, unlocking a safety locker beneath the register, placing it in a mason jar with her name on it. She peers over my shoulder into the mirror that backs the bar, adjusting her barely existing top & brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Cracking her neck, she bends forward to touch her toes before rising again, “Guess I should get back up there; can’t let the new girl steal my thunder.”

Smiling after her, I return to the bar, wiping down taps & taking inventory. I’m nearly through the rum shelving when Kenya appears beside me, “You’ve been requested.”

“Right now?” The question leaves my mouth in ridicule.

“No.” She responds, taking the clipboard from my hands to double check my work, “Tomorrow night. You, Skiz, & the new one.”

Relief washes over me, “Okay. Returning customer?”

“No.” Kenya’s short responses never got old, but they always left much to be desired. Content with my work on inventory, she hands the clipboard back & begins to walk away, “Dress fully. Client requested a full show, not the 15-minute stuff. You’ll be entertaining them for as long as they want.”

I nod in response, already going over in my head the dresses I have back home & which one I’d be in the mood to wear tomorrow night. Requested private dances in the middle of the week weren’t uncommon but in trios was. Must be a larger party, I think to myself. Working a larger party was always nerve-wracking. Men tend to egg each other on & half the time things get out of hand quickly. I’ve seen it all: men fighting over which girl gives them a lap dance to getting sloppy drunk to the point that the dancing is redundant since no one has their eyes open—and with no eyes open, how else do we make our money?—even to the most dangerous, when there’s 10 of them & only 2 of you & they decide that the rules don’t apply to them. Not often does the latter happen but it does happen.

When Kenya opened this club six years ago, the first thing she focused on was security. Every private room in the back has a single wall that is all mirror from one end to the other, the secret is that the mirrors are all one-way. Bodyguards will be watching from the dark confines of their caves to ensure the safety of the girls. Furthermore, every private room has a panic button should things get out of hand &, for whatever reason, the guards can’t get into the room. The panic buttons are placed inconspicuously on the poles themselves, just an inch off the stage floor. One press & the police are notified, along with the rest of the club as the lights throughout will go from dimly lit to brights being flashed at you on the freeway. Fortunately, a panic button has yet to be used, but there have been plenty of times bodyguards have had to step in from their confines on the other side of the mirrors.

But tomorrow with Emma should be effortless. While I could handle a larger party comfortably with a guard hidden inside the wall, Emma was an additional force to be reckoned with. The two of us together were a dream-team. We worked a room beautifully, emptied their wallets, & left them wanting more; more importantly, we left them happy.

Once I finish taking inventory of the bar, I rest my elbows on the counter behind me, gazing across the club watching as Emma crawls seductively toward a man who appears all too eager for her to get closer. In my opinion, Emma had potential for her own show—she has what most refer to as ‘come hither’ eyes—a physical trait that draws the attention of the room. However, despite her teasing eyes & good-looks, she lacked the drive to gain the role of a weekend show. Her downfalls, though admirable, are a mix of fearing taking away money from girls who needed it more & not being good enough, experiencing rejection. But I knew she was capable if she only brought it up to Kenya.

Speaking of which, Kenya—from her office on the second floor that overlooks the main floor of the club—makes eye contact with me & beckons me upstairs. Tossing a rag into a bleach bucket, I make my way toward the back hallway where the private rooms are, as well as the stairs to her office. Unless you know about her office on the second floor, one would never find the stairs since they’re hidden quite well. Ascending them, I knock once on her door before entering. Kenya is sitting at her desk, her face illuminated by the computer screen before her, she has her booking journal before her—the one for private sessions.

“What’s up?” I question, standing by the windows that overlook the club. Emma is topless at this point, draping herself over the man, his hands gripping the armrest as Emma rubs slowly against him.

“About tomorrow night,” She begins, “One of the members of the party is the son of a prominent family on the island.”

I nod once, gesturing for her to continue, “He’s known to be trouble. I want you three to be prepared for any problems tomorrow night.”

“Okay,” I half laugh, half scoff, “Nothing new there. Almost everyone who comes from the island is a pretentious prick. You know we got this, right?”

“Yes, I do.” She shuts down her screen to lean back in her chair & look me over, “But this is different. He has a history with getting his way. So, before you even start tomorrow, I already want you three to be preventing any potential problems.”

“Geez, okay. You sound worried, more than usual.” Kenya’s hazel eyes meet my own emerald ones, “Who is he?”

“The less you know the better.” Her logic stumps me. I rebuttal, “How the hell does that make sense? If you want us to de-escalate before it even begins shouldn’t we know which one is the trouble-maker?”

“In most cases, yes,” She agrees, brushing back her long straight red hair to lean forward, “this is different though. I don’t want any of you to show any bias towards the clients. I want you to perform & entertain like normal, but just with the knowledge that problems may linger. Do you understand?”

Unfortunately, I do. If we know which one of the men is the problem we may avoid him, which could in turn cause the very problems she wants to avoid, “Understood. I just—” I pause, unsure of how to phrase my concerns, “How well do you want us to perform? I mean, you’re worried enough to warn us but not enough to tell us who he is. Do we want them to come back, or do we want them to have a good enough time just not well enough to return for some more?”

Kenya exhales heavily, pondering my question. After a beat of silence she shakes her head once, “Enough for them to not come back. It’d be in yours, mine, & the clubs best interest to not garner the attention of a well-known, living, breathing problem.”

“That bad.” She tightens her lips, responding to me with, “One problem & he could shut us down.”

“I see.” A chill falls over my body & I shake the goosebumps off, “Okay, I’ll let the other two know.”

“No.” Kenya starts. I open mouth to question, yet again, why the hell not when she puts her hand up to silence me, “Only you need to know. I trust you to entertain & manage on your own. Skiz is good but she’s a ball of anxiety, & the new girl, well, we’re still feeling her out in regard to private shows. Just you.”

I sigh, knowing she’s right, “Okay, heard. Just me.”

“Great.” With that, Kenya turns her screen back on, her indirect way of dismissing me. Closing the door behind me, I lean against it to relieve myself of the last bit of goosebumps that lingered. Never before has Kenya kept information like this from us. If a client is concerning enough we’re typically given the full details of who they are, what they’re like. But if Kenya—one of the toughest women I know—is scared, then we should be too.

Emma, the new girl—whose stage name is Eureka—& I are in the dressing room in the basement of Steele Your Heart. We arrived about thirty minutes ago with our dresses, wigs, & makeup, preparing for tonight’s private show. Emma sits to my right, adjusting her shortened blonde wig, which pairs well with her milk chocolate skin. Behind us, in the reflection of the mirror, Eureka is finishing putting on white nipple pasties before reaching for a little black leather dress. She’s younger than Emma & I, 19 I believe, but she looks confident, excited. It was difficult to not inform them of what we were potentially walking into, but Kenya’s fears reminded me to keep my mouth shut.

Before we arrived, in a group text, the girls & I decided against going with a theme. Instead, since it was going to be a group, we made the choice to dress differently as a way to cater to different tastes the men may have. Eureka, underneath her leather dress, wears a brightly colored pink & blue tie-dye thong with pasties on her tits. Her role being the bubbly playful entertainer. Emma’s role tonight is the tease, a role she plays well. She wears a fishnet one piece which only covers her breasts & private area, though they both can still be made out due to the material. Her dress is a skin tight bright orange strapless dress. As for myself, my role is the dom—fitting thanks for my secret role as the night begins. The lingerie under my dress greatly emulates that of Lara Croft: the top is mesh that leaves plenty of underboob exposed, the bottoms mesh as well but come paired with straps that wrap snugly around my thighs. The dress I wear is mesh but patterned after a zebra. Not my favorite but I wasn’t in the greatest state of mind when perusing my collection of dresses. It’ll do though.

Emma, content with the placement of her wig, meets my eyes in her mirror, “You alright? You’re quiet.”

“Fine.” I lie, a smile appearing on my face, “Just didn’t sleep well last night.” Emma goes to respond when her eyes narrow on her reflection, “What are you doing?”

She turns around & following her gaze, I see that she’s staring at Eureka. Eureka, having just finished adding extensions & throwing her hair in a long pony-tail, stops abruptly in her movement, “Sorry?”

“You can’t have a pony-tail. That’s Thorne’s role remember?” Eureka glances at me & I nearly forget that I am indeed supposed to be resembling Lara Croft, my own long brown hair already placed in a single braid down my back. Eureka falters in her movement, unsure of what to do.

I look her over, reassuring her, “It’s okay,” I stand from my personal vanity & cross to her, reaching for her hair, “Keep the extensions but leave your hair loose, we need variety.” Eureka smiles smally at me, briefly glancing at Emma in contempt, “Thanks.”

Eureka fixes her hair then departs from the dressing room. “You didn’t have to be so rude,” I remind Emma, who rolls her eyes at me, “I’m serious. You remember what it’s like. She’s learning. We gotta look out for each other.”

She continues to roll her eyes but grumbles, “I know. Just nervous for some reason.”

I want to share that I am too, though for other reasons; instead I opt to giving her a gentle rub on the shoulder, “We’ve done this a hundred times. We got this. Dream team, remember?”

We trade smiles, “Dream team.” She repeats before we blow kisses to each other in the mirror. In that moment Kenya appears at the door, Kavanaugh & Robins, two of the body guards, flanking her on each side, “Show time.”

Emma, Eureka, & I follow Kenya & the boys upstairs to the private hallway. We can’t see into the rooms so we’re still unaware of how many men wait for us inside. But part of our routine is going into the cave to get an idea before making our appearance. Before we follow Kavanaugh & Robins into their post for the night, Kenya stops us, facing us with an expression that breeds worry, “Do well, ladies.”

Emma & Eureka nod once before filing into the darkened room, leaving Kenya & I to trade knowing looks, “Remember what I said.”

“I know.” She steps to the side, “You’ve nothing to worry about.”

Kenya departs down the hallway. I step into the cave. Kavanaugh & Robins are already in their seats, leaning forward in surveillance. Emma & Eureka stare into the one-way glass with their arms crossed.

“I was expecting more.” Eureka notes.

“A lot more.” Emma adds.

Joining them at the glass, I peer to the other side, the men completely unaware of our existence. Unlike what I would have expected, a party of men, there were only three, all of whom looked rather young, younger than myself. They dressed casually but still reeked of the island snobbery that they came from. On the left was a tall, skinny blonde who sported sun-kissed skin, evident of his days on the beach; he wore a pristine white polo shirt lazily tucked into navy blue trousers that cut just above his ankles, his feet hidden inside light brown loafers. In the middle was an equally tall though more athletically built dark-skinned man who wore a sexy pout & a blue button down, paired with dark denim jeans & that covered the neck of some Chelsea boots. Finally, on the right, was another rather skinny, tall man with light brown hair that had stray hairs brushing against his forehead. He wore a grey hoodie underneath a denim jacket with black jeans & pure white sneakers.

The three men talked amongst themselves jovially, clearly in high spirits, something that gave me great relief. They already had a few bottles on the stage before them & were slightly red in the cheeks. Emma & Eureka appeared displeased by how little men there were which meant less money, but I reassured them, “They’re island brats, lots of dough.”

“You’re right, I s’pose.” Emma clicks her tongue, “Well, let’s get this show on the road.”

Just before she turned to lead the way to our entertainment, the man on the right in the hoodie gazed into the mirror from across the small room. He couldn’t see in, but it felt invasive. I felt seen. Then he smirked, a very knowing very cocky smirk, in response to something one of the other two said—then it hit me. Like falling from a bridge & making impact into cold solid water, I recognized him. That smirk, those knowing eyes…

“No fucking way.” A gasp leaves my mouth as I step forward, desperately trying to convince myself that he wasn’t who I thought he was.

“Thorne, what is it?” Emma’s voice sounds faded, muffled. My heart beat is thrumming inside my ears, my breathing shallow. I left the island many years ago to outrun that family, never wanting to share the same zip code again. Yet here one of them was, the most volatile one, too. Kenya’s warning from the previous night comes flooding back to me, He’s known to be trouble, always getting his way.

I swallowed though my mouth & throat were dry. Kenya didn’t know how right she was. Because if Rafe Cameron was anything like his father, tonight would only just be the beginning of the club’s problems.

Here is the first chapter to a new Rafe Cameron fanfiction (which I always like to fukkfiction). Scheduled posts are up in the air right now due to a busy life but I will post as often as I can.

This story will contain original characters created by me, including even an additional Cameron, Rafe's older sister (not owned by OBX).

Please, share your thoughts with me, I look forward to hearing from ya'll. Thank you, thank you(:

Beau<3

(P.S. I know my grammar can be atrocious at points, it's not my strongest writing suit but until I can sit down & properly edit, please enjoy the story so far).

CHAPTER TWO

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Top 5 Lap Dance Songs for Matt

I reworked my original top 5 list to include little drabble scenarios for each. Fair warning we’re going way back with 4 out of 5 of these because I rarely listen to new music. You can listen to my entire playlist HERE. I hope you all enjoy these!

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN! Reader

Warnings: Old ass music cuz I’m old. Light bondage, little praise kink, tiny bit of smexy time but in the grand scheme of things, pretty tame, still minors DNI (18+ please)

Word Count: 3.7K-ish

1. Red Light Special – TLC

I picked this song as my “seduction” song, if you will. Plus the red light outside Matt’s apartment window, could it BE more perfect? I’d put this one on to help him relax after a hard day, maybe he’s not quite in the mood or he’s being short with you. I’d definitely put on a silk or satin lingerie set that he’d love to get his hands all over.

You could tell from the tone of Matt’s voice over the phone that he was having a hard day. What was supposed to have been an easy day at the office turned into an overwhelming nightmare of case files and potential new clients for Nelson and Murdock.

And you were happy for them that they were getting cases hand over fist but it made for very long days and by the time Matt would get home, he would just be completely exhausted.

But you were prepared tonight. On your way home from work, you stopped to pick up Thai food and wine for dinner and something special for dessert that you picked up at your favorite lingerie shop.

It was rather late when Matt finally came home, he took his jacket off and left his shoes by the door. He put on a smile for you when he walked around the corner and you do love his smile even if he was faking it for your sake.

“Hey there beautiful. Do I smell…Thai food and…red wine?”

You could never get anything past him.

“Well hey to you too, handsome. I thought I would try to make your day a little better with food and wine.”

This time Matt actually smiled, pulled you in close for a hug, and you felt just how tense he really was. Hopefully what you had in mind would help him relax, so you turned on the music.

Take a good look at it, look at it now

Might be the last time you'll have a good round

I'll let you touch it if you'd like to go down

I'll let you go further

If you take the Southern route

Don't go too fast, don't go too slow

You've got to let your body flow

I like 'em attentive and I like 'em in control

The red light shone in from outside Matt’s apartment window as you started to loosen his tie while the music plays and you can’t help but slowly move your hips against his.

Baby it's yours, all yours

If you want it tonight

I'll give you the red light special

All through the night

“What are you wearing, sweetheart? It feels…nice.”

His hands started to roam all over your back, to your shoulders, and your waist. The silk robe you had on was very soft and felt cool against his skin.

“Yeah? It’s new. You like it Matty?”

He tilted his head, bit his bottom lip and nodded. He touched the hem that hit at the top of your leg, the robe didn’t cover much of the lower part of your body and he slowly brushed his calloused fingers against your inner thighs. You turned your body away from him, your ass grazing the already strained front of his pants as you moved with the music.

Baby it's yours, all yours

If you want it tonight

Just come through my door

Take off my clothes

And turn on the red light

You discard the robe revealing a matching silk and lace short set, if you could even call them shorts. They barely covered the bottom of your ass and the top was a cropped spaghetti strap tank.

Matt smirked, hooked his fingers in the top of the shorts, and bent down to kiss the top of your shoulder. His other hand snaked around your neck and rested his fingers across your throat while hungrily leaving kisses up and down the side of your neck.

If you want me let me know it

I'll make time but you've got to show it

If you need me, I want to see

But don't mistake me

I don't want you down on your knees

I need someone, a real man

I need someone who understands

I'm a woman, a real woman

I know just what I want

I know just who I am

He tugged at the top of the shorts and whispered in your ear “These feel nice too. I think my day just got a lot better.”

Between the music and Matt nipping at your neck, you were hungry for him.

Baby it's yours, all yours

If you want it tonight

Just come through my door

Take off my clothes

And turn on the red light

You were finally able to get words out. “Do you want dinner first or dessert?”

2. Naughty Girl – Beyonce`

I think I’d put this one on if I want to restrain him, with handcuffs or one of his ties. I know he “sees” by touch so this would probably drive him CRAZY. By the time you set him free from his restraints, pretty sure he’d be completely feral!

You were quietly reading your book on the couch while Matt was listening to some case notes when he started to fidget, lightly grazing your exposed thigh with his fingers.

“Aren’t you supposed to be going over notes for tomorrow?” You said with a sly smile on your face, not even looking up from your book.

He smirked. “I can’t concentrate sweetheart, you’re wearing shorts.”

You started to laugh a little “They’re sleep shorts, Matty. They’re nothing special. Get back to your notes—you said it was important you go over them tonight.”

He goes back to his notes and you get back to your book but after a few minutes, he’s back at his sneaky, devilish ways. This time he leaned over to kiss the base of your neck, he knows that spot melts you into a puddle.

Your little devil seems to want to play games, well if a game is what he wants, a game is what he’s going to get and you took out your phone for a specific song you had in mind for this.

I'm feelin' sexy

I wanna hear you say my name boy

If you can reach me

You can feel my burning flame

“Gimme your tie, Matthew.” You said firmly.

Your tone took him by surprise. “What?”

Sharply, you replied “Give me…your tie…now.”

Matt loosened his tie and handed it to you. You took the tie from him and moved around to the back of the couch, he licked his lips in anticipation, wondering what you were up to.

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl

I'm callin' all my girls

We're gonna turn this party out

I know you want my body

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl I'm

Callin' all my girls

I see you look me up and down

And I came to party

You lowered yourself so you were right behind his ear and very softly whispered “Lean forward for me, Matty, hands behind your back.”

He secretly loved being told what to do and eagerly did as you commanded him to do. You bound his wrists together with his tie and he was rather impressed with your knot tying skills.

“Impressive, sweetheart. Where did you learn to tie knots like that?”

You were still standing behind him.

“I dated a guy in the Navy but that’s not what we’re talking about. What we are talking about is since you can’t keep your lips to yourself and concentrate on your work, I think you deserve some form of punishment.”

You watched as he writhed and struggled to try and free himself from restraints that came from his own closet, it was amusing to you. The song continued.

You're so sexy

Tonight I am all yours boy

The way your body

Moves across the floor

You got me feelin n-a-s-t-y, I just might take you home with me

“You seem to like to tease, Matthew—I can tease too, ya know. Now if you can keep still, I’ll untie you. Does that sound fair?”

He nodded and you walked around to the front of the couch. Sitting all the way back, Matt seemed to relax a little but that was before you straddled him and then his breathing became more rapid.

With your hands resting on his shoulders, you leaned forward to nibble on his earlobe and scatter kisses up and down his neck. After the gentle kisses, you gently nipped at the spot where his neck and shoulders meet which made him flinch a little.

“You ok, handsome?”

He pressed his lips together and nodded.

“I can’t hear you, Matty.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” And he tried to kiss you.

“Now what did I tell you Matthew? I said if you behave, then I’ll let you out. Trying to kiss me is not behaving, is it?”

Baby the minute i feel your energy

The vibe's just taken over me

Start feelin' so crazy babe

Lately, I feel the funk coming over me

I don't know what's gotten into me

The rhythm's got me feelin' so crazy babe

You sat back on your heels, Matt almost whimpered at the loss of your touch when you began to trace circles with your fingers on his inner thighs, he’s trying so hard to stay still. You’ll reward him soon but not quite yet.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, baby—staying still like I asked, like a good boy.”

Your fingers traced lines on the top of his thighs towards him, as you got closer to his cock, you felt it twitch and he let out a soft moan when you palmed him through his pants. He was getting closer and closer to becoming completely unhinged.

“What do you think, Matthew? Do you think you’ve been punished enough for not doing your work?”

He was basically panting at this point and it drove him crazy when you called him by his whole name. “Yes, I’ve been punished enough—please angel.”

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl (I'll be you naughty girl)

I'm callin' all my girls

We're gonna turn this party out

I know you want my body

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl I'm

Callin' all my girls

I see you look me up and down

And I came to party

Just before you untie him, you lean in to whisper one more time in his ear.

“And since you were such a good boy, I’ll be your ‘naughty girl…’ bring the tie.”

3. I Get Lonely (TNT Remix) – Janet Jackson

I chose this song because I thought of the scenario of being home alone during the day while Matt’s at work. Maybe around lunch time, call him and just start playing the song over the phone.

You begged Matt not to go to work today, it was cold and raining, a perfect day to stay home snuggling and drinking tea but he told you he had a lot of work to do today and even though he really wanted to, he couldn’t stay with you.

“Sweetheart, I really can’t—you understand right?”

Of course you understood, it doesn’t mean you didn’t try your hardest to get him to stay one more time before giving up. You did love watching Matt get ready for work, he fills out his suits nicely especially his suit pants. They hug his perfect ass in all the right places, shirt just tight enough to know how chiseled his chest and stomach are, and you loved watching him tie his tie.

He knew you were watching him, staring at him, getting wet just by watching him adjust the cuffs on his shirt.

He laughed a little. “Really? You’re turned on by watching me get dressed.”

You pressed your lips together “Mm-hmm, you are sex on legs, Matty.”

He sat down next to you on the bed, took your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and kissed you then he deepened the kiss and wrapped his hand around your throat, his tongue tangling with yours before breaking away just as fast as it began. He knew you were pouting.

“I applaud your effort to try and get me to stay, my love but I have to go now. We’ll continue this later.”

Around noon, after you had finished cleaning the kitchen and tidying up the living room you decided to see if you could entice Matt to come home, he couldn’t stand it if you told him you were lonely. It was a weakness in his otherwise impenetrable armor so what if you didn’t just tell him that you were lonely?

I get so lonely

I can't let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

Want no one but you

“Hey sweetheart—you ok?”

The song plays into the phone.

I get so lonely

I can't let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

Want no one but...

“Very funny…I’m not falling for that, love.”

Sittin' here with my tears

All alone with my fears

I'm wonderin' if I have to do without you

But there's no reason why I fell asleep late last night

Cryin' like a newborn child

Holdin' myself close, pretendin' my arms are yours

I want no one but you

“Please Matty. I need you—I’m lonely.”

You could tell he was getting flustered and he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer by the way he was breathing into the phone.

“You think you’re being clever. This isn’t gonna work, I told you I’d be home later.”

That wasn’t the answer you were looking for, time to pull out all the stops so you lowered your voice to a breathy whisper, which you know makes him absolutely feral.

“But I’m lonely now, I need your hands on me, and your lips on me now, not later.”

I get so lonely

I can't let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

Want no one but you

Matt adjusted his tie, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and finally gave in to temptation.

“You are in so much trouble when I get home.”

Check and mate.

Before he hung up, you heard him tell Foggy “I gotta go, I gotta…thing.”

4. Make Me – Britney Spears feat. G-Eazy

Well this song doesn’t really need a reason or scenario, it’s just way smexy and I get turned on listening to it. Maybe you fell asleep with your air pods in before he comes home from work and that song is playing when he gently wakes you up.

It had been a VERY long day, work was very busy and you ran some errands after you clocked out before finally coming home. After settling in, you realized it was Wednesday. Matt usually stayed at the office late on Wednesdays and brought home dinner.

It was time to put your feet up and relax for a little while before he comes home so you read a little bit of your book, watched a couple of youtube videos, before really settling in with one of your playlists, air pods and a glass of wine.

Matt called a couple songs into your playlist. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry, I’m going to be a little later tonight than usual.”

It was just nice to hear his voice after a long day. “It’s ok, Matty. I’m not going anywhere, I’ll see you when you get here.”

Drinking wine on a relatively empty stomach, on top of the busy day you had it was no wonder you fell asleep on the couch. With your headphones in, you didn’t even hear Matt come home, it was only when you felt his cool hand stroke your cheek that you opened your eyes.

“Hey beautiful.”

You popped out one of your headphones and said “You still amaze me Matty, I didn’t say anything, just opened my eyes and you knew I was awake.”

“Your heart beat changed as soon as I touched your cheek, my love. What are you listening to?” He could hear the song but asked anyway.

Friday, I'm dreaming a mile a minute 'bout somebody

This feeling, I wanna go with it, 'cause there's no way

We're hiding away from this tonight, oh, this tonight

Can tell you want me

By the way I see you starin' 'cross the room, babe

No shame in the game

Just cut the shit, be honest

Yeah, you know what you gotta do tonight, do tonight

You smiled and started to sit up. “Take a seat, stud—I know you can hear it but I think I know what you’re angling for.”

You disconnected the air pods and let the song play over the speaker from your phone while Matt loosened his tie and rolled his sleeves up, he took a seat in the middle of the couch.

The sweater you had on was quickly discarded, it was warm but it’s too scratchy for Matt, the satin camisole you had on underneath however, was not scratchy. Plus he loved touching as much skin as possible.

You straddled him, the song played on, and you sang along while grinding your hips down on to his.

I just want you to make me move

Like it ain't a choice for you, like you got a job to do

Just want you to raise my roof

Something sensational (sensational, oh yeah)

And make me ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

“This is what you had in mind, Matty? You wanted your own private lap dance and karaoke night, right?”

He couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear, giving you a perfect view of that dimple you love so much.

“You know I love when you sing for me, the lap dance is a bonus.”

Baby, 'cause you're the spark that won't go out

My heart's on fire when you're around

Make me ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Yeah, you make me ooh

You never made it to the bedroom and he did make you “ooh,” a few times that night.

5. Pour Some Sugar on Me – Def Leppard / Cherry Pie – Warrant

Rounding out my top 5 are these two because I couldn’t pick just one. These two are the nights where you wanna get all Coyote Ugly with Matt. You’re having your after dinner glass of whiskey/bourbon, he’s helping you wash the dishes and one of these comes on.

“I’ll help you clean up, sweetheart.” Matt was so thoughtful, you tried to get him to relax and enjoy is after dinner bourbon. He cooked so it was only fair that you clean up but he didn’t want you doing all the cleaning, he knew he made a mess every time he cooked.

As usual, you had music playing when one of your 80’s favorites comes on.

Step inside

Walk this way

You and me babe

Hey hey

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on

Livin' like a lover with a radar phone

Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp

Demolition woman, can I be your man? (your man)

“Hand me my microphone, Matty!”

Of course you have to stop in the middle of washing dishes to sing. It’s one of those songs that you just have to stop whatever you’re doing because a performance is required, and Matt knows this so he hands you the wooden spoon he just got done drying. He loves how playful you get when a song like this comes on that you can sing and dance to.

Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light

Television lover, baby, go all night

Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah

With his sleeves rolled up and a dish towel draped over his shoulder, Matt stands there helpless against your ass grinding up against his groin while you sing into the wooden spoon.

Now c'mon, take a bottle, shake it up

Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me

Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah

He’s smiling and laughing at you because you’re having such a good time singing and dancing up against him and together moments like these are just one of the reasons Matt loves you so much. Turning something mundane like washing dishes into filling the room with music and laughter is something that makes you happy which makes Matt happy.

You spin around from his front to his back side to playfully smack him on his perfect ass with the wooden spoon.

“Ouch! Did you just—smack me in the ass with that thing?” Even from behind, you can see the classic Matt Murdock smirk while you giggled in his ear.

“Matty, with an ass like yours, it just begs to be smacked, pinched, grabbed, bitten—all the things.”

And before he knew it, you were back to dancing in front of him, one hand holding the spoon and using the other to grab him by the tie and pull him in close.

You got the peaches, I got the cream

Sweet to taste, saccharine

'Cause I'm hot (hot), say what, sticky sweet

From my head (head), my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

He took another sip of his bourbon and ghosted his lips over yours. “You think you can just grind your ass into me and get away with it, sweetheart?”

The sound and tone of Matt’s voice always turned you on, the low whisper of the way he called you “sweetheart” sent a heat through your body that hit you right in your core, sending shivers to other parts of your body as well. His face might as well already be buried between your legs because that’s where it was headed.

“What do you plan on doing about it, Mr. Murdock?”

He took the spoon out of your hand and rested it on the counter, bit his bottom lip before leaning all the way in for a kiss. The towel he had draped over his shoulder fell to the floor as he tangled his hands in your hair and you lost all ability to speak when he kissed your neck, it just came out as soft moans and incoherent sounds.

“I think we’re done with the dishes, angel. Bedroom…NOW.”

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1990s Punk Rock Playlist

Hey, did you ever realize that if you take the phrase, “Massachusetts’ Dropkick Murphys,” you can pull out and rearrange some of the letters in order to form the words, “Mother’s Day”? It’s true, even the goddamn apostrophe too. Go ahead and try it if you don’t believe me. I’ll wait.

Anyway, I’ve got a nice little update this week for a 1990s punk rock playlist that I haven’t touched in a long while, and it includes not just any song from the Dropkick Murphys, but the first song that they ever wrote, “Barroom Hero.” The Dropkicks really were the first band to crack that “Irish drinking songs can be punk songs too” code. Sure, there were The Pogues before them, but The Pogues were more of an Irish folk band who infused their sound with punk, whereas DKM are a punk band who infuse their sound with Irish folk. There’s a distinction with a difference there.

Also, Dropkick Murphys weren’t actually always a Celtic punk band either. Although “Barroom Hero” was the first song that they’d ever come up with, it didn’t appear on their debut release, and that release doesn’t have any of that Celtic punk sound on it that would soon become the band’s very own calling card, eventually leading to anthems like “Tessie” and, of course, “I’m Shipping Up to Boston.”

“Barroom Hero” is included on a 1997 compilation called Give ‘Em the Boot, which was put out by Hellcat Records, a sublabel of punk powerhouse Epitaph that was founded by Tim Armstrong of Rancid. And there appear to be multiple, slightly different versions of this song on Spotify, but the one I put on this playlist has 281.6K plays, whereas the other one is at over 5 million. And it looks like Spotify included that more popular one on their Give ‘Em the Boot entry, while the less popular one is on mine. Weird!

Speaking of weird, another add for the Spotify playlist comes courtesy of a band who was there during Cali punk’s late 70s infancy. It’s The Weirdos from Los Angeles, with “Cyclops Helicopter,” a song that fuses punk with a bounding, galloping theme straight out of some old western TV show from the 60s. It’s a fun and catchy one that appears on Frontier Records’ 1991 label sampler, Burns From the Valley of the Sun, and currently has about 37.6K plays on Spotify.

The Weirdos – “Cyclops Helicopter” Dropkick Murphys – “Barroom Heroes”

Now, those two songs are on the YouTube version of this playlist too, but I also ended up adding a whole bunch of songs to that YouTube version that aren’t on Spotify as well; some real rare and unknown ones, in fact. And a lot of them happen to make for some speedy, catchy, and melodic anthems 🤘.

First is Diesel Boy’s “Lime Green,” which is the song among these new YouTube adds that has the most plays, currently sitting at about 4.2K. There’s a shorter album version of this song that’s at about 34.7K plays, but I think this lesser known one, which comes off of Fearless Records’ great Punk Bites compilation from 1996, is better. And it has a stupid recorded prank call skit at the beginning, too, which the album version doesn’t have. Great, vintage mid-90s Cali punk sound on this one from these Santa Rosa boys.

Next is a song from a very unknown band that hailed all the way from Australia; so unknown, in fact, that I can’t figure out what part of that giant country that they specifically came from. They had an unfortunate name—Epstein—but don’t let that fact ruin the fantastic mid-90s pop-punk vibe they brought forth in 1996 with “Just the Way.” I found this one on a fantastic compilation from pioneering indie/new wave/power pop/punk rock label BOMP! Records called Pop On Top! The Cream of Australia’s Power Pop Crop!, and the song is currently sitting at only 17 plays. Criminally low. Get to know Epstein; the good kind!

Then we have a song with an even lower play count: “Hangover,” by Detroit’s Motor Dolls, an all-woman trio who had the honor of appearing alongside both pioneering punk bands The MC5 and Stooges on a compilation called Motor City’s Burnin’ in 1998. This tune only has 14 plays, and among all the songs I added today, it’s definitely the least poppy and melodic. Frontwoman Paula Messner, whose current gig appears to be performing punk rock for kids’ functions, sings with a sharp and fierce chest voice, à la someone like Zack de la Rocha. Her downhill vocals on each verse of this song are just so electric.

And following that is a song with a play count that’s even lower!: “After All,” by Sacramento’s Smartbomb CA, which only has 13 plays. It’s this sort-of rowdy hybrid of Cali punk and pop-punk, with verses that tend towards this slightly malevolent Pennywise-ish sound and choruses that represent a transitional climb towards a much more sugary and exceedingly catchy bout of melodically anthemic pop. I discovered it on a punk and melodic hardcore compilation called You Don’t Have to Be Tom Jones, Volume Two, which was put out in 1998 by Coolidge Records. Coolidge also released a cool concept compilation that same year called Coolidge 50 that had 50 different bands sing a song about their own home state. Most of it wasn’t very good, but it was mostly punk, and the handful of the ones that I’ve come to love are already included on both the Spotify and YouTube versions of this playlist.

Plus, Smartbomb CA also consists of members of another band called The Tank, who also have songs on that You Don’t Have to Be Tom Jones, Volume Two album. And I’ve got a pair of Tank songs on this playlist too.

And last, but not least, is a song from a band called Cooter, who hail from Orange County, but not the Orange County that you’re probably thinking of—Orange County, New York. And I guess that’s kind of surprising, because their song “Full House,” which appears on another album from Fearless Records called Serial Killer Compilation that was released in 1999, really sounds like some sunshining Cali skate punk-type of stuff. Its play count isn’t as low as some of these others I’ve added, but for something this good and anthemic, 146 still feels pretty damn low.

Diesel Boy – “Lime Green” Epstein – “Just the Way” Motor Dolls – “Hangover” Smartbomb CA – “After All” Cooter – “Full House”

This playlist is also on YouTube Music.

So, here’s where things currently stand with this playlist: The Spotify version is at 47 songs and just a smidge over two hours, whereas the YouTube one is at 55 songs and 2 hours and 25 minutes. I’m always gonna end up suggesting that you listen to the longer one, but you’re also gonna find some really underheard gems with it too this time.

And if anything over two hours of 90s punk rock sounds like too much for you, I’ve got another playlist that consists of tunes that are solely from the year of 1996. It’s at under an hour on both Spotify and YouTube.

1996 Punk Rock: Spotify / YouTube / YouTube Music

Enjoy!

A bunch more to add to this. Stay tuned!

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English Rose - A Bradley Bradshaw Story.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 already my lovelies! Hope you enjoy, just more fluff from the pair of them. Will they kiss? Won't they kiss? Read to find out...

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The buzz of the alarm brought Emily from her sleep.

She hadn’t got to sleep until after 3am due to the sheer excitement she was feeling about her impending date with Bradley Bradshaw. She turned to look at her phone, 08:00am, England was 8 hours behind them in terms of time so she hoped Hayley was still awake as it’ll have just turned midnight back home.

She didn’t care as opened Messenger and clicked the video button in the top right corner, hoping she would pick up on the other end. It buzzed a few times before she was met with the sleepy eyed face of her best friend, her hair all over the place and her eyes black where she had clearly tried and failed to rub off before climbing into bed.

“Hey you” she smiled as she pulled herself up slightly to lean on the giant bear Emily had bought her from IKEA for Christmas, “why you facetiming me so late? Is everything okay?” she continued, her brows furrowing in concern.

“I’m sorry, everything is fine! Actually it’s brilliant, the thing is Hayl, I need your help… I may have bagged myself a date”

“A DATE” Hayley squealed, “OH MY GOD, EMILY!!”

“I KNOW!!” Emily replied, the excitement in her voice matching the girl on the other end of the call.

“So, tell me EVERYTHING, you’ve been there what, three days?”

“Three days yeah, I managed to find a room with someone called Penny, she’s so so nice and she’s given me a job at her bar”.

“She sounds so nice Em, now, tell me more about this date”

“Well, he’s called Bradley, he’s 34 and he’s a pilot”.

“A PILOT?!” Hayley squealed again, “EMILY ELIZABETH WALKER YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND”.

Emily just giggled at the sight of her best friend, who was sleepy five minutes ago but now seemed so wide awake at the news she had just received. “So, Hayley, this is where you come in. What the fuck do I wear?”

“Well what did you take with you?”

“Not a lot..”

“Oh Emily, come off it, I told you to pack more”

“I know, I know, I should’ve listened to you”

“You really should’ve. You should always listen to me, I always know best”, she chuckled.

“I wouldn’t go that far”, Emily said as she moved out of bed and propped her phone up against the lamp on the side table, moving to her still packed suitcase she unzipped it and tipped out the small amount of clothing she had brought with her to America. “The only outfit I think of is this, but it’s a bit, well, revealing.”

She held up a pair of denim Mom shorts and a red flowery crop cami. Hayley just smiled at the girl through her phone, clearly sensing her uneasiness. “Emily, that’s not revealing at all. It shows your legs off nicely and I personally love that outfit on you”.

“My legs Hayley, that’s the problem”, she sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re huge and big and fa-“

“Whoa, right, I’m gonna stop you right there, I am not having my best friend say that about herself. Your legs are not huge or fat. They’re big because of all the work you’ve put into them, the muscle in your legs is insane, you’re an Irish dancer for Christ’s sake Emily, they’re hardly gonna be small are they? And I warn you now, if you so much as think of calling yourself fat again I’ll be getting on the first flight over to you to bash your head into a brick wall, do you understand me?” Emily just nodded at her friend, “Plus, this Bradley must’ve liked what he saw or why would he have asked you out today?”

“Okay. Yeah. Thanks for that. I needed it. Sometimes I just look in the mirror and think ‘why would anyone like me?’ I mean I haven’t got a great track record with men have I Hayls.”

“Pfft, only because they were all wankers, Em. Nothing to do with you, you’re amazing”.

Emily smiled up at her phone and noticed her friend yawn, they must’ve been talking for nearly an hour and Emily realised Hayley would have to get up for work the next day, “I’ll let you go Hayl, you look exhausted, and I forgot you have work tomorrow”.

“Thanks Em, look, this date will go amazingly if you let it. Ring me later and give me the debrief, yeah?”

“I will do, love you.”

“Love you too.”

After the call ended Emily looked at the time and it was just gone 9am, so two and a half hours until Bradley was picking her up. She quickly ran downstairs and into the kitchen saying good morning to Penny, Pete and Amelia who were sat around the breakfast table, she made her apologies as to why she couldn’t eat breakfast and made herself a coffee before retreating back upstairs and jumping into the shower. Back in the kitchen Pete and Penny were talking over the fact that Bradley had asked Emily on a date so quickly and Penny mused that it could be ‘love at first sight’ based on the interaction she witnessed between the two the previous evening when Emily’s clumsiness made an appearance, Pete nearly choking on his coffee as Amelia renamed Bradley as Emily’s ‘Knight in shining armour’.

Emily jumped out of the shower and ran straight back into her room, she now only had two hours to get ready and she was panicked. She pulled her hair out of her towel and diffused it using her hair dryer, letting it dry slightly on its own so she could focus on her makeup for the day ahead.

She decided to keep it simple and went with her everyday routine of foundation, brows and contour but decided to add some winged eyeliner and a small set of false eyelashes she had found lurking at the bottom of her suitcase, presumably from the trip she and Hayley had taken to Ibiza. Yet again she had every single bit of jewellery on that she could manage, it was in fact identical to what she was wearing the previous day when she was on shift at The Hard Deck and of course she was wearing her name necklace that Bradley had first used to identify her.

She then yanked on her shorts, huffing to herself as she looked at her muscly legs in the mirror, but she quickly remembered what Hayley had said to her and pulled on her cami top, glancing at her reflection again she did like the way she looked, but she did also notice that two of her more intimate piercings were very noticeable, she shrugged this off again and realised Bradley would only really notice if he spent their date staring at her boobs, and she hoped he had more substance than that. Emily’s phone buzzed and pulled her from these thoughts.

Bradley: Hey Princess, I’ll pick you up a little earlier if that’s alright? Say 11?

Emily: Hey, yeah that’s great, thank you Roos!

Both Emily and Bradley felt their hearts skip a beat as they both read the texts with the little terms of endearment in them. For Bradley, he loved that she was already shortening his call-sign and for Emily, well, she just loved being called his Princess already. These two were falling hard for each other already.

Emily was sat on the step of the porch with Amelia when Bradley pulled up in his Bronco. “Oh Lord, he’s here” she whispered to Amelia as she looked up to see the vehicle coming to a stop at the top of the path.

“I can see that, I have eyes you know” Amelia whispered back, sarcasm at the forefront of her voice.

Emily just shot her a cold stare as she got up from the wooden decking and adjusted her clothes as she headed off down the drive, Amelia smirking to her as Bradley got out of the driver’s seat to open the door for her.

“I forgot your cars are the other way round to ours” she laughed as he opened the door for her, shutting it gently as she climbed in and secured her seatbelt.

“Yeah, and we drive on the opposite side of the road as well” Bradley retorted, laughing along with the girl in his Bronco. “May I say, Emily, you look absolutely gorgeous, like really”.

Emily blushed at this, she’d never experienced a man like Bradley before, so courteous and kind. He was a rare breed and she was so glad to have met him. “Why thank you, if I may say, you look very handsome today too”. Bradley was wearing his standard jeans and Hawaiian shirt combo, but it was a look he pulled off so well. Bradley half removed his aviators at her comment, subtly scanning her up and down in a smooth, fluid movement, so subtle that he thought Emily wouldn’t have clocked it, but oh how she did. Her insides flipped. Bradley Bradshaw was quite literally checking her out.

“So, where are we going?” she asked, snapping back to reality.

“I thought we’d head into town so you can get your bearings, then if you’ll let me I was going to buy you lunch, Miss Walker.” He smiled at her as he started to roll the Bronco from its position outside Penny’s home, watched by Amelia as he did so.

“Bradley you don’t have to buy me lunch” she challenged,

“I know I don’t, but I want to, Princess.” There he goes again with the ‘Princess’, against her better judgement, she decided she was going to ask him about it.

“Princess?”

“Well, yeah it’s sweet plus your English and you guys have a Queen over there don’t you?”

“Yeah we do, I’m named after her actually. It’s her Platinum Jubilee next year, she’ll have been on the throne for 70 years”

“Named after her, ey? Well then, I’ll stop calling you Princess and start calling you Queenie” he laughed, as did she. Subconsciously he moved his hand to rest on the top of her thigh and smiled to himself when she didn’t shy away from his touch. Emily meanwhile was nearly spontaneously combusting at this move, his hand was so big it made her thigh look small.

Bradley parked the Bronco up outside the row of shops in the town near to where he had planned to take Emily for lunch. Truth is, he’d been up half the night with Hangman and Payback planning where he was going to take ‘Emily from England’ as she would now forever be known to them. He took her for a walk around the town, showing her the shops and telling her the places she could get the best deals for things, then told her the bus routes that would take her to different places if she wanted it and then decided to walk her along to the diner for some lunch, he knew this is where Emily had come on her first day when she was looking for somewhere to stay so thought she would enjoy being back.

“Here we are then” he spoke as they walked up to Martha’s. “Thought we’d eat here as it’s the best food in town.”

“I love it in here, Martha was the first proper person I spoke to here other than the taxi driver” she said as she headed into the diner, immediately being enveloped in a large hug by no other than Martha herself.

“I knew I’d be seeing a lot of you around here, child. And with Lieutenant Bradshaw too, how sweet. Here, take any seat you like” she beamed, handing them both menus as she scuttled off into the kitchen.

Emily and Bradley sat down in a booth towards the back of the diner, “you know this has been really fun so far, thank you Bradley”, Emily mumbled from behind her menu.

“It’s my pleasure, I’ve really enjoyed myself too”, Bradley too scanned the menu, both fell silent for a moment as they decided what to order, “I think I’ll go for the cheeseburger with fries, how predictable of me” he chuckled.

“I’ll go for the Buttermilk chicken tenders I think, they sound too good not to eat”

“Ready to order my dears?” Martha spoke as she tootled over to them.

“Yes, thank you, I’ll have the chicken tenders and a diet coke please”

“and I’ll have the cheeseburger with a diet coke too, thanks Martha”

“No problem my dears, coming right up”, and with that, she was off again to whip up their lunch.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, both just enjoying the time they were spending with each other, but Emily broke that silence with a nervous cough.

“Bradley…” she started,

“Yeah”

“I was wondering, you probably don’t know this but, its worth a shot. There aren’t any Irish Dance Schools in Miramar are there?”

“Irish Dance Schools?”

“Yeah, I’ve danced since I was four, kinda want to keep it up while I’m out here”

“I’m not sure, there must be one somewhere though, why don’t you google it when you’re home?” he suggested, “that’s pretty cool though, never met an Irish dancer before, you compete?”

“I did, just retired after this year’s World Championships, been competing since I was seven so I have my fair share of trophies, plus I want to study to take my Grade 12 exam which means I wouldn’t be allowed to compete anymore when I get it” Bradley just sat smiling at the girl before him, talking so passionately about her hobby, no wonder she had those eye catching legs, she’s worked so hard for them, how he’d love to just grab them and squeeze them, he was brought from his thoughts by Emily’s revelation that she was currently ranked 8th in the World, a huge achievement for any dancer, but she beamed with sheer pride as she said it.

“That’s seriously impressive Emily, well done you. I’m sure any dance school here will take you in with an achievement like that!” he encouraged. See, he knew she had low self-confidence, he worked that out in the bar the night before.

Martha re-joined the table with their food and drink in hand, quickly giving them their respective orders and letting the couple get back to the conversation they were both so deeply enthralled in. After they’d eaten Bradley settled the bill and the two strolled out of the diner, both full to the brim with Martha’s delicious cooking. Emily linked her arm through Bradley’s without a second thought as they meandered back to the Bronco, they really had hit it off.

Bradley drove them back to Penny’s house and once again helped her out of her side of the truck and walked her up the path, stopping on the decking she was sat on earlier with Amelia. It was now 2:30 and the pair had been out for ages, Emily knew Amelia was going to her friends to do some school work and Penny and Pete would no doubt either be at The Hard Deck or on Penny’s boat.

“I had a really good time today Bradley, thank you so so much”, she smiled as she whirled round to face him, her hand coming to rest on his bicep.

“I did too, I was wondering if you wanted to do it again? Maybe Sunday? You could come and hang out with me and the guys, we play some football on the beach on the afternoon.”

She didn’t need asking twice, “I’d love to, yes”, she beamed. The two didn’t say anything as they gazed into each other’s eyes, Bradley placing a hand on Emily’s hip, his hand coming up and gently caressing the gap in between her shorts and top, it felt like an age until one of them broke the silence.

“Can I?” Bradley questioned, not taking his eyes off of hers for a second.

Emily knew what he meant and what he wanted, she wasn’t usually a kiss on a first date sort of girl, but Bradley had this hold on her that she couldn’t quite shake, and God, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him right here, right now. She gently nodded her head and Bradley moved his hand to her cheek, gliding his thumb over it as he pulled her in. The kiss was soft, both being very gentle with the other, Emily’s hands went to Bradley’s hair as she pulled him in closer, only then did he deepen the kiss, moving his hand from her hip to encircle her waist, holding her body as close to his as he could get. Pure bliss, that’s what this was, until…

“Ugh can you two get a room”

Bradley and Emily broke away from each other wide eyed as she looked to her left and saw none other than Amelia, “I thought you had gone to your friends house?”

“Change of plan” she sniggered, “date went well then”, that part came out as a statement rather tha a question, the smirk and raised eyebrow so obvious on her face.

“Thank you Amelia, you ruined a perfectly brilliant moment”, Emily retorted as Amelia slid past them into the house. “I’m so sorry about her, I had no idea”

“It’s no biggie, I enjoyed that though… a lot” he said, still holding onto her as he looked down into her eyes. “Can we do it again?”

“Not with her stood at the window looking at us, no. But I’m sure on Sunday we could give it another go” she smiled up at him, moving her hand to his cheek and grazing over the scar.

“I don’t want to wait that long” Bradley whined,

“Well you’re gonna have to, besides it’s only two days away” she spoke, releasing herself from his grip and giving him a quick peck on the lips as she did so, “I’d best get inside, I’m working the bar again tonight so need to get ready”.

“Sure thing, I’ll see you Sunday then my gorgeous girl” he said with a wink as he mooched back to the Bronco, getting in and flashing her a smile as he drove off.

My gorgeous girl, she thought. That was the best first date she had ever been on, everything about it was just incredible, but the kiss. THE KISS. It was the most beautiful thing she has ever experienced, how could a man she had met 24 hours ago make her feel this way?

One thing was for certain, it would be a long two days of not seeing Bradley. Sunday couldn’t come soon enough.

#bradley bradshaw x midsize oc #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #top gun rooster #top gun maverick

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aeaeaenewrandomblog · 1 year

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Well I mean I can make some stories or idk what not before I go and never use this acc ever again since this was a random email (I just spammed words in and said @gmail.com) lol) alright uhh

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irenne’s apartment life

Irene goes by they/them/it/‘em

and is a non-binary

they have brown hair with not too noticeable orange highlights at the back of their hair

they are 17 and birthday November 17

this is a random character is just made up btw)

Irene wakes up at 7:30 am, yawning as they rub their eyes and stretch their back

they live with a roomie

they didn’t wanna bother him by waking him up so they just went to the bathroom to wash their face and other stuff

they got dressed into a crop top and short jeans and a black and white striped socks to match with their crop top that has a similar pattern

they went to the kitchen to make breakfast

they made toast and eggs for their roomie and some hot green tea

and made pancakes and cold coffee for themselves

Irene’s roomie wakes up

(sorry I can’t with this narrator speaking I’m gonna switch-)

the roommate’s name is kale

he is a 16 year old male he’s very skinny and scrawny unlike Irene who’s fit and feminine but also somehow masculine at the same time

(Irene is born as a female but likes to be addressed as a non-binary)

he is 5 foot 8

as Irene is 5 foot 11

he babysits every Saturday and Sunday but helps Irene at the dinner at mondays sometimes Friday too

Irene is a waitress

Anyways

Kale wakes up and gets up stretching as he groans “Urgg-!”

Irene heard the loud groan across the rooms

they yelled “KALE YOUR BREAKFAST, COME” kale went to the bathroom and peed then washed his face and whatever

he then picked up his outfit for the day

he wore a baggy black shirt with a cat paw on it

and wore some long black skinny jeans

he grabbed his jade bracelet and put it on as well as his amber necklace and went to the living room

Irene finished eating and now is drinking their cold espresso *Sips*

kale sat down and picked up his food and said “thanks” before digging in

Irene turns on the tv and the news comes in, they changed the channel to Disney xd as the show owl house intro comes in

kale finished his food half way and drank his tea

he asked “what day is it?”

Irene said “what? October 31st”

“oh and it’s already 8:49 am”

kale puts his tea down and said “isn’t it Halloween today?”

Irene responds “yah” and picks up their plate to wash

kale goes to the bedroom to get his phone and accidentally picked up Irene phone

he saw *notifications:* “messages; Irene wanna go to a party? You know what day it is lol “

“Snapchat; uh Irene sorry to bother you but wanna go on a date there’s this new cafe and it’s pretty cool! If you wanna call me!”

and 3 other notifications but those are from YouTube about Rannbo’s new video and dish’s new video and a reply from someone saying “true same”

Kale was shocked ,oh not about the YouTube part but IRENE HAS A SNAPCHAT!?!?! OMG-

ok I can’t finish this I’ll ask my friend to finish it, I’m also logging out and since the password is random words with numbers I’ll never come back whatever I’ll ask my friend who has an actual thumb lr account to reply here or idk what the thing is called and ask them to finish the story but that’s all!!!!

☺️✨🫶

OဂO BYEE I’ll make my friend say the same “OဂO “ in their story that continues mine

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#irene #stories #new account #other stuff #words

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wild-moss-art · 3 years

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Hi tumblr here’s a wip

#rwby #rwby fanart #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #ruby rose #weiss schnee #team rwby #bumbleby #if u squint #anyways fuck drawing the canon outfit #I just put em in crop tops and call it a day #my art #myart

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ritnaro · 3 years

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good luck charm

includes. hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, aran ojiro, suna rintaro x f!reader

cw. orgy? fingering, objectification? [they call you their good luck charm], oral [receiving and giving], face sitting, degradation, praise, nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, voyeurism, use of pet name "bunny", dacryphilia, mentions of past hookups, creampie, squirting, dumbification, double penetration, use of pet name puppy

wc. 5.8k

a/n. my part for @somecravings gangbang collab!! thank you for letting me join, also thank you to the lovely @iheartkuroorin for beta reading!!

+ @hqintheclub

it started out nice, like most things do. a nice team dinner to celebrate the upcoming game, and the victory they were sure to win. then hinata pointed out to atsumu they were going to be late.

“late for what?”

atsumu slightly jumps at the sudden question, ushijima’s voice only deepened with the years, strong vocals were sure enough to frighten him. “nothin’ much, we’re just gonna pay a visit to our good luck charm” atsumu says.

everyone except the msby members looked at them confused, wondering what could he mean by—

“good luck... charm?” suna asks, a fire of curiosity evident in his eyes.

“our manager,” atsumu answers. “she’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever meet, a sweet lil’ thing that lets us fuck ‘er every day before a game”

“and we always end up winning the next day” hinata finished his sentence, a drunk look on his eyes despite him not having an ounce of alcohol. he was thinking about you, how pretty you’d looked the last time he and his teammates fucked you, and how you were probably waiting on them with one of your pretty matching underwear right about now.

“come to think of it, since we’re all in the same team... shouldn’t we share her with the rest?” bokuto says, pitching in an idea no one could refuse.

so you stand in front of your small apartment door after hearing the doorbell, expecting the same four men that would visit you every day before a match, certainly not expecting to find nine well built men waiting on you to open the door.

you hesitate to say anything, and for a split second, the thought of slamming the door crosses your mind. it would be rude wouldn’t it?

“hey darlin’” atsumu greets, the first one to step into your apartment and make himself at home. taking off his coat as you watch the rest of the team step in after him. “we brought some company this time” he smirks

“hope ya don’ mind” he places a quick peck to your cheek and walks over to the bedroom. you’re left to look as they follow atsumu to the room, each of them eyeing you out in your crop top and skirt, evidently a little too short for you as it outlines the curve of your ass a little too much. a provocative outfit you'd worn for the expected men, not for the newly visiting.

you're still shocked they could do something like this, a kin to bringing new customers to a lady of the night, after they've been so possessive over you.

your train of thought flashes over to previous nights where they would fuck you, one by one, making sure to put you in your place after being a little too friendly to someone. replays of all of them spitting in your mouth and telling you who you belonged to as they fucked you into overstimulation.

"ya comin'?" atsumu calls from the other room. you follow him like a lost puppy between all the tall bodies that surround you, to find him sitting on your bed, bed resting against the headboard in comfort.

you look at him concerned, "i didn't agree to so many people" you shoot at him while he fakes a pout in hopes you'll join him in bed while everybody watches.

"aww" he coos, opening his arms in a welcoming hug, positioning your hips to have you straddling him when you sit next to him on the edge of the bed. he leans close to your ear. "ya gonna leave 'em hangin' sweetheart?"

you pout at him, clearly mad at the fact that none of them asked you beforehand, even though they knew you could never refuse them.

you're so easy to persuade when it comes to anything sexual, just a slut for them. you bend over so easily, literally.

"you wouldn't want to leave a bad impression, would you babe?" iwaizumi pitches in, you don't notice how close he is to you until you feel his breath fanning over your neck, making you gasp at the warmth.

"n-no" you say, knowing better than to ignore his question.

"good" atsumu says, caressing the side of your thigh with his palms, calloused from all the balls he's served on the court.

"you wanna show everyone this cute lil' cunny?" he mutters close to your ear. deep down, you know it's his way of asking consent, his way of confirming if this is really ok with you and you're not just saying yes for the sake of being coerced into intercourse.

but luckily for him, you nod and turn around, resting your back on atsumu's chest with your spread legs. there's a small breath in unission from all of them, almost as if it had been building up from all this time.

suna is the first to step up and approach the bed while you look at him with awaiting eyes. he leans close to your face and whispers, "god, you're beautiful". then he presses his lips onto yours, the first kiss of the night, filled with hunger and want as he desperately dances his tongue in sync with yours.

he pulls away when he runs out of breath, a small string of drool connecting the two of you in evidence of the kiss you just shared. one of his hands has been tracing circles on your thigh all the while he kissed you, a distraction to his real intentions as he toys with the hem of your panties. a beautiful pair of white, lacy panties, though he finds you more attractive without them. he discards them to some other corner of the room, more focused on the naked skin of your cunt.

he's quick to run his fingers down your slit, watching the wetness gather on his fingertips and reveling in the gorgeous sight of your face. you're almost fearful, he can see it when you suddenly hold his wrist back when he threatens to slip a finger into your drooling hole. his fingers just seem so much thicker than yours, and even if that's the case for the men you'd been sleeping with prior to them, you were still a bit frightful everytime.

"don't worry, bunny" he deemed you a proper nickname, seeing that you were easily frightened just from the feelings of his digits massaging the outside of your lips. "i'll take good care of you"

with that he slips a finger inside you. he would be surprised about how smoothly it went in, but it's no surprise when he sees how you're dripping slick like a faucet, staining the bed sheets beneath you.

"good girl" he praises, slowly pressing inch by inch of his finger into you, careful to look for any sign of discomfort on your face.

he sees none, instead he sees you looking behind him, at all of them peering at how pretty you look when you're getting fingered by rintaro. they find themselves being drawn to you and your responsive body. suna's only put in one finger and you're already gasping and pawing at the bed sheets in hopes of relief.

"you like being watched?" he asks, though it comes off as him pointing it off, saying it in an as-a-matter-of-fact-ly manner. you can't do anything but nod and squirm closer to him as he starts pumping more of his fingers in your tight hole, watching as it swallows his digits whole and letting his imagination run wild. the thought of your tight walls enveloping him in your warmth like you do with his fingers has him hard in his pants.

"she's just a desperate lil' thing, likes bein' watched like the good whore she is right darlin'?"

"oh no, she's the prettiest thing ever" suna says, a big contradiction to atsumu's degradation disguised as praise. "look at her, taking my fingers so well"

"bet you're gonna cum soon, aren't you baby?" you suddenly feel the bed shift in weight. bokuto lays down next to you and plays with your pebbled nipples, watching them grow slightly harder under his gaze and sensitive touch.

small tears roll down your face as atsumu paints himself out of the picture, leaving you to rest on top of a pillow to replace his chest, it only gives you more space to squirm and arch your back against the mattress as you feel your orgasm approaching, your moans growing louder and your breathing becoming more agitated than usual, all things that made you look beautiful to everyone's eyes.

"wait- wait i'm gonna… fuck!" you draw out the last syllable as the tight knot finally snaps and you cum. you're shaking and squirming, cumming hard on his fingers while he doesn't stop hitting that sweet spot inside you, prolonging the feeling of your orgasm. you're greeted with a small smirk when you come down from your high, suna smiles at you teasingly while he drags your hips closer to him and picks you up, shaky legs too unstable to stand up by themselves.

you look back to the bed where iwaizumi is laid back, leaning on his elbows and giving you an expectant look. suna places you back down on the bed, leaving you a kneeling mess at the athletic trainer's feet.

"c'mere, princess" he says, and you easily bend to his will. you make your way to his lap, a perfect spot for his clothed cock between your legs. you feel the fabric of his briefs press against your naked cunt, he's already taken his shirt and his pants off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body to you and everyone else in the room. you grind down on him, your hands pressed on his chest for balance while you straddle him.

"no" he says, a simple answer to your movements. for a split second you thought he didn't like it, but then he lays down on his back and drags your hips closer to his mouth. a trail of wetness follows your cunt, from his waist to his chest, and he loves how it leaves a nice warmth to cover him.

"hajime i-!" you try to resist his grip when he pulls your hips down to meet his lips, but he's quick with his moves, stronger than you too, leaving you to try and move away from his mouth. his hands on your waist hold you down as he eats you out like a starved man, licking, nipping and biting at any flesh he can find, paying special attention to your throbbing clit while you grip the edge of the headboard for some sort of support. "no, please!"

he pulls away, "you don't like it?" he asks with a smirk on his face. he knows you like it, and he knows why you're screaming 'no!'. he purposefully started off with strong movements he knew would drive you crazy in a matter of seconds. he places a kiss to your clit, nothing more, expecting your answer.

"yes" you whine before gasping at the feeling of his tongue running up and down your folds, sucking on your clit and lapping up all your juices from your past orgasm. "oh f-fuck yes" you stutter, the stimulation made your mind feel hazy and all of your thoughts were discarded, the only thing on your mind.

you're too fucked out to notice how you're rutting your face against iwaizumi's lips, desperately chasing after your high while squeezing your thighs together around his head. hajime feels like he's in cloud nine when you're squeezing his head, there's no way he could suffocate from two thighs surrounding his head, but if there was ever the possibility, he would find it to be a great way to die.

"oh! hajime- hajime!" his name's paints your lips perfectly as you scream it over and over and cum on his face, a string of juices dripping down his chin. he does his best to lap at everything, but he finds himself pulling away to gasp for air and chuckle to himself, he's enjoying your taste a little too much.

he finally pulls away after you tug at his hair for mercy, and he lets go of your hips as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you sit on the bed, as best as you can despite your weak legs barely able to keep you up.

"why don't you take your pick, sweetheart?" atsumu says, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. he takes you by surprise, but you still look between all of them, taking in the sight of their toned bodies. most of them had already taken off their clothes, saved for their boxers. "you deserve it"

you set your eyes on the black haired setter, kageyama. he seems to be the most nervous out of all of them, he constantly fiddles his fingers and looks down at the ground in embarrassment. you get up despite your shaky legs, and walk over to him, to most of his teammates' surprise.

poor boy, he can't even look at you without setting his cheeks on fire with a blush that covered most of his face. you put a hand to his cheek and press your lips against his. the kiss is messy, with a lot of tongue and drool involved as you pull him into bed with you. he's surprised to see when you collapse on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge while your cunt is on full display for all of them.

kageyama is selfish of time, slowly pulling out his cock and dragging it up and down your slit. his cock is could be described as pretty as him, with a nice upward curve and a small girth. it has a nice shade of pink on his tip and his hair is well trimmed except for a happy trail that leads down to the base. sure enough, its big and intimidating, but you can't be bothered to take your eyes off of it.

"please, tobio" you plead, spreading your legs as wide as possible, maybe to appear more appealing to him, in hopes he would stop toying with you and finally put it in to relieve the ache between your legs.

he pops the tip in and you gasp, he was way bigger than you expected. it makes you feel a pleasurable stretch, a burn that only worsens when he keeps pushing in, inch by inch. he's mindful of the tears that linger in the corners of your eyes, but he also can't help but bury himself further into your warm walls while you kick and whine.

"oh-!" you're cut off by his sudden thrust, instantly hitting your cervix and making your breath hitch. when he sees you react like that, he does it again, and again, until he sets a steady pace of his mind-blowing thrusts.

you cover your mouth with one of your hands. hoping to muffle your sounds in embarrassment but he pulls the hand away from your face. he takes your other hand, previously fisting the sheets beneath you as he puts them both under the grip of his wrist and places them above your head, pinning them to the mattress atop of you.

"don't be shy" he mumbles, despite the fact that he was the one who seemed to be shy. he fooled you with his nervous demeanor and his shy exterior, he was a beast when it came to moments like this, when he would fuck young pussy like yours until you were nothing but a babbling mess.

"fuck- i'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" you can't answer him, you're too lost in your thoughts and the way he leans down to suckle at your nipples, leaving slight teeth marks around the sensitive nub. the sound of his strangled groan is what brings you back to the way his uninterrupted pace makes your hips buck in rhythm with his thrusts.

"inside, please inside!" you whine, cut off by the familiar feeling of your orgasm. your back arches off the bed again and you scream his name, or at least slurred attempts of his name, you're too fucked out to realize you can't even say his name properly.

as you come down from your high, you're filled-- literally. the satisfying sensation of his warmth filling your walls and dripping out of your sensitive hole when he pulls out, it would be a heavenly feeling, if it weren't for the sudden emptiness in your cunt.

"poor baby" you hear that same teasing voice as before.

atsumu.

"feel all empty, even after tobio kindly filled ya up?" he coos, a childish tone lingered in his voice as he did very little to hide the fact that he was talking down to you. his hand caresses your inner thigh, though it's evident he has different intentions, and is merely trying to go easy on you. "wasn't enough for you, little cumslut?"

you nod and lean forward, where he's already taken out his cock. it feels heavy in your hand, but you still start pumping it with your fist, and stroking the tip with your thumb. he mutters a string of curses under his breath before pulling your hand away from him.

"don't be so eager, baby, there's people watching," he reminds you, and you lift your gaze to look back at the men in the room. it almost looks like a crowd, expecting to see you and atsumu do something— anything, to relieve their hard cock.

suddenly you're turned around and left on your knees, your ass exposed to everyone. you feel vulnerable like this, left to their disposal and nothing but a toy to be used and abused. you know you'll hardly get out of here without passing out. then, atsumu angles himself against your cunt, running the length of his cock along your folds and finally dipping into your clenching hole. he takes a brief moment to keep moving inside you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him is a little too much for him to handle.

he can't describe the feeling of your pussy tightening around him when he does anything, if he slightly moves or if he does as little as unintentionally twitching inside of you. it's a vice, and he can't get enough of it, he's developed an unhealthy addiction to your tight core and he's not afraid to admit it. that's why you're more than just a fucktoy to him, that's why he didn't stop coming after hooking up with you just once, and even invited the black jackals team to join him.

“such a pretty pussy, suckin’ me in” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear and running his calloused hand over the skin of your neck. it’s so dainty, so unmarked and vulnerable, it would be so easy to squeeze his fingers and make you choke, leave you breathless and sobbing for him to slow down! like you’d done countless nights before. but he prefers to have that kind of sight only for his eyes.

“you’re such a good slut, wanna have yer mouth full too?” he asks, though it’s one of those questions where it won’t matter what you answer, because you can already feel the bed shift in weight in front of you, as you see a pair of thick thighs positioning in front of you, and you feel the heavy head of his cock tap against your cheek.

you look up to see aran’s face. it’s familiar, you’ve heard funny anecdotes about high school with him from atsumu, but seeing him kneel in front of you while you’re eye level with his waist, it’s undoubtedly intimidating. “c’mon sweetheart” the hand on your neck moves up, lifting your chin to give his former teammate a glimpse of your face. “why don’t you put yer mouth to good use?”

you nod and start with a small lick to the tip, while aran holds it in place against your lips, knowing your hands are too busy trying to hold you up while you fist the sheets, atsumu’s pace is relentless against your cunt, without a moment to spare on your sensitive body. he slowly inches his cock closer to you, until you have no other choice but to open wide and feel his heavy cock on your tongue.

you’re mindful of your teeth, trying your best to keep them away, but he proves to be too big. his girth makes the corners of your mouth ache at the stretch, he’s certainly a little too well endowed. he sighs and throws his head back, you imagine it’s because it feels good, but he’s afraid he’ll cum too quickly if he keeps looking at your face, tainted with tears and looking up at him with your cheeks hollowed out around his length. he doesn’t know how much longer he can go if you keep bobbing your head at the rhythm of atsumu’s hips fucking into you, it leaves him a mess, even if you’re the one who’s getting used for their pleasure.

atsumu sneaks the hand that was previously around your neck to your pussy, rolling small, tight circles into your clit. you’re suddenly seeing stars, feeling the inevitable knot in your stomach start to grow stronger and it’s harder to contain your moans, the vibrations of your voice make him more desperate to feel you. he can only imagine if it was him instead of atsumu who was buried in your tight walls, making your scream until you forgot your own name, until you were a dumb little thing for his cock.

“fuck- fuck!” a string of groans and curses leave aran speechless, gasping at the feeling of his warmth filling up your mouth and surrounding him while you try your best to swallow it, despite already having a mouthful of his cock.

finally, he sighs as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of creamy white connecting the head of his cock with your sore lips at the loss of contact. you can’t have a moment to recover before you feel another one pressing against your lips, urging you to open your mouth. more tears run down your face before leaning in and licking up his length, from the base to the tip, hoping it would ease the ache it would probably leave in your mouth.

if aran was big, then you don’t know what to call ushijima. he’s almost the same in girth, except he carries a few more inches, and a pretty curve upwards, with a small vein running on the underside. you try to lick the head first, and even then it feels like a little too much for you, you’re hesitant to take him all in your mouth.

“don’t be scared, princess, he’ll take good care of you, right?” you can’t decipher if the question is meant for you or ushijima but it’s not like you’re be able to answer, not with the way your thighs and trembling and your pussy is clenching wildly around his cock.

“the best i can” he says, fisting your hair and pushing you to the base of his cock, where you almost gag and choke, if not for the soothing hand he runs along your hair. “good girl” he coos, a calm look on his face to contradict yours, there’s tears running down your face while you sob and clench the bed sheets between your fingers, trying your best to hold back from your impending orgasm because it feels so much stronger than usual.

“mmmh!” you scream around his cock when you can’t hold back, the feeling of atsumu’s cock hitting against your g-spot over and over, combined with the finger that keeps circling your clit, leaves you trembling and whining around ushijima, who doesn’t relent his hold on your hair. atsumu’s too busy to notice how you moan and choke around the bigger man’s cock, instead groaning and panting when you cum around him, your juices squirting and dripping down his thighs while your pussy tries to desperately force him out for any sort of relief, but he’s not done with you.

he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out and painting your skin with his cum. you were a masterpiece, to his eyes, when you were covered in his seed, he loved watching how it would drip down your ass cheeks, how it would slowly trickle down your cunt and taint the bed sheets beneath you. he moves aside to give the rest of them a clear view of your cum-covered body, how it trembles and shakes in fear. he runs a finger down your slit and you arch your back, keening closer to him in your post-orgasm bliss. you’re so sensitive and perceptive to his touch, he would almost feel bad for leaving you a mess, if it weren’t for the pretty sight of ushijima fucking your throat, using your mouth for his own pleasure as he forces you to take more of him.

“who wants to go next?” he asks, looking at the small crowd of people behind him, seeing a small spark inside iwaizumi’s eyes. he takes the initiative and walks up behind you, taking a hold of your shaking hips and lifting them, since you were practically laying down.

“you didn’t forget about me, did you?” he whispers, and you immediately whine, sobbing at the feeling of vulnerability. you feel as if you might really pass out if you have to go again, but you’re suddenly enlightened when he slowly pushes in through the tight ring of warmth, your cum filled pussy greeting him with an indescribable warmth that leaves his mouth agape.

you moan against ushijima one more time before you’re filled with his cum, overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin when he pulls out. you choke and cough it out, gasping for air after he finished cumming on your cheeks, and pulling on the sheets because hajime’s already started thrusting into you without any remorse.

he's quick to move your hips back to him, his balls slapping against your clit every time he slams his hips into yours. “you like it when i fuck you like this?” you squirm and shy away from his hold, your body too tired to hold itself up, and your face is squished into the pillow with the hand he presses to the back of your head, making sure to ground your cheek into the bed. “‘course you do, you love it, don’t you?” he answers for you, knowing well you’re too dumb to tell him for yourself, instead squealing everytime his fat cock hit the spot deep within your walls, making you keen and whine under him.

he flips you over and presses your knees close to your body, fucking you in the tightest mating press he could, while you paw at his chest for any sort of relief. his lips ghost over your neck, and slowly make their way to your plump lips, sore after being filled for such a long time. it’s a miracle you still have the strength to reciprocate his kiss as he moves his tongue along yours. you moan at his taste, a few beers he had been drinking before coming over, while he drinks in every little sound you make against his lips.

“pretty girl, cum for me, i know you want to” he says, long and breathy groans shuddering against your cheek when he felt your walls clamp down around him, and his hands squeeze around the fat of your thighs, painful, but easy to ignore when you were cumming around him, gushing and throwing your head back in ecstasy as he never stopped thrusting into you, not even to let you come down from your high.

“s-slow down! please—“

“hold your legs up” he completely ignores and interrupts you, waiting for you to take a hold of the back of your thighs so he can toy with your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit until you’re screaming his name and shaking wildly.

you know you’ve gone too dumb for his cock when you feel hot spurts of cum shooting on your cheek, staining your dainty skin with creamy white, until sakusa has nothing left to give. how did you not notice him stroking himself to the pretty sight in front of him.

he’s the cleanest out of all of them, going to the bathroom and bringing back a few baby wipes to clean the mess he made. he knows they’ll probably make an even bigger mess of your face later, but he couldn’t stand the thought of such a pretty face being ruined with his seed.

“h-hajime! i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna c-cum again!” you scream, letting go of your thighs and instead clawing at iwaizumi’s back as you come undone, leaving red nail prints on his back, evidence of the great time he spent with you. he groans against your ear when he releases inside of you, a feeling of warmth spreading on your womb and overflowing out of your raw cunt.

“good girl… good girl” he praises, sighing and panting, trying to recover his breath after fucking you like that. his hands relax a bit on your body, and instead of roughing tabs of your skin, he runs his hands over your curves, soothing you in praise for taking all of him.

he slips out of your tight walls, and watches as it drips like a fountain, oozing out and joining the other spilt cum on the bed. he leaves a last kiss on your forehead before bokuto replaces his space in front of you, taking in the sight of your sweaty fucked-out body while you look at him with numbed eyes, too messed up to complain that it was too much.

you’ve taken him before, but now that your body is spent out and tired, you’re not so sure if you can make it through without passing out.

it takes you off guard when he lays down next to you on his side and flips you to be on your side, facing him. you find it out of the ordinary, since he would usually fuck you in a simple missionary, but not tonight. then you felt the bed shift in weight behind you and you understood why. hinata laid down on his side behind you, his hard cock rubbing on your exposed ass, covered in dry and new cum.

bokuto roams his hands over your body, kissing your neck while hinata toyed with your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his fingers and grinding against you. can you blame him? he’s desperate after watching you get fucked over and over, and even after he came from touching himself, he just hand to fuck your tight pussy to be satisfied.

both of them position their cock’s to your entrance at the same time, making you tremble in fear and anticipation of the pleasurable burn of your cunt. it didn’t prepare you at all, you still yelp when bokuto slowly pushes in, followed by hinata slipping in inch by inch, making sure to calm you with a few strokes to your perky nipples.

“shh… you’re doing so good” he whispers in your ear, and bokuto nods in agreement.

“can’t take it! ‘s t-too big!” you cry, wrapping your arms around bokuto’s shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. you bite down on the skin of his neck for relief, which only makes his hips stutter against you, wincing in slight pain and moaning.

“sure you can, puppy” shoyo is next to start moving his hips to the rhythm of bokuto’s, making sure to follow his pace and hit that sweet spot within you at the same time. “you’re already taking it, see?” you look down between sweaty bodies and see your cunt, stretched out beyond what you thought you could take.

you pant and look back up, almost scared at the sight before you continue nipping and sucking at bokuto’s neck, suckling small bite marks on his skin and leaving open mouthed kisses all over him, until you reached his lips, which you kissed with more need and want than the rest of his body.

you almost bite down on his lip when hinata starts playing with your clit, as if the torture against your abused pussy wasn’t enough.

“please! i c-can’t!” you sob, new tears running down your face again, only proving just how dumb you were for them, just how stupid and brain-dead you’ve gone for having the two of them fuck you at the same time. you try to shy away from hinata’s touch, but it’s too hard when you’re practically sandwiched between the two of them, no other option left for you but too lay there, all read out for them, and take it.

“you keep saying you can’t…” shoyo says, slapping your sensitive clit and making you cry in pain. “but this sweet pussy keeps sucking us in, are you sure you can’t?” he’s mocking you, grinning like a maniac, you can feel it when he starts kissing your neck.

“no! no no, please! h-hahh!” you whine when you start gushing around them, squirting and gripping onto bokuto’s back for dear life, not enough to draw blood, just enough to leave him panting and hissing in pain while he emptied himself at the same time you came. he fucked his cum into you, spurt after spurt while hinata followed not long after, spilling his cum inside your tight cunt.

“fuck, puppy” bokuto groans, using his hand to slick back the hair that stuck to his forehead with his sweat, slowly pulling out and collapsing on his back to the mattress, with you trying to cuddle closer to him.

“c’mon bunny” you hear a voice, but you’re not quite ano to identify it in your hazy state.”you didn’t think it was over, right?” he asks, pulling you towards him to the edge of the bed, you immediately start crying again, for all the right reasons he slips in carefully and sucks on your chest, leaving hickeys over every part of your body he could cover in his marks.

he’s slow and considerate about you, trying his best to angle his cock to that special spot he’d abused earlier when he fingered you, until you squeaked and bucked your hips against him. he found it.

your tight pussy is sucking him everytime he pulls out, and now he understands what atsumu meant.

good luck charm.

damn right. there’s no way someone is losing after fucking this tight cunt.

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Kiri’s lil sis (or step sis?) thirsting after her big brother’s cool best friend Bakugo, always trying to join them going anywhere and sit next to bakugo/on his lap with kiri being so oblivious to your advances until one day you practically throw yourself at bakugo to hang out just one and one.. You get all dolled up only to find out jealous kiri finds out about your little date and has to show you how he’s manly enough for whatever you need, that your his

oh my god

Kiri is fine to hang out with Bakugou, fine with calling him his friend, but seeing you tripping over yourself to try and gain Bakugou's approval? It makes his blood boil.

Especially since Kiri has heard Katsuki talk about girls when it's just the boys hanging out, how bakugou likes playing with 'em and what kind of rough, degrading shit he subjects them to. Kirishima is almost taken aback, but hey, to each their own.

Imagining Bakugou doing all that to his sweet little sister sickens him.

To find out that you went behind your older brother's back, batted your eyelashes and pushed your chest out while asking Katsuki if he would take you to get coffee, or food, or what-fucking-ever makes Kirishima grit his teeth and clench his fists.

Especially since he comes downstairs to see you primping in the mirror, with the shortest skirt you own barely covering your ass, nipples poking through the tiny, thin little crop top you're wearing.

"Where ya going?" He can't help but ask, eyes raking over you, a 'lil confused. He likes the view, but you shouldn't be dressed like that, it's inappropriate.

"I'm gonna go hang out with Katsuki." You're barely paying your brother any attention, making sure your makeup looks good enough, leaning forward to dab at your lipstick. Kirishima can't help but stare as your skirt rides up more, showing off a little glimpse of pale pink panties.

"No you aren't, not dressed like that." He decides quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks. He's not some doddling virgin, panties really aren't that revolutionary of a sight to him, but to see your panties, well-

"You're not dad, you can't tell me what to do." Your answer is so cheeky, so bratty, and Kirishima knows you're acting up, already trying to act older than you are so you'll look cool in Bakugou's eyes.

He's having none of it.

Two strides and he's grabbing you by your elbow, hand completely encompassing your little arm. Kiri likes the almost-frightened gasp that spills out of your mouth as he yanks you close, staring down at you with knitted brows.

"You aren't going anywhere near Katsuki, he's bad news for pretty girls like you. I'm not letting him put his hands on my little sister."

Wide eyes stare back at him. "Let me go, I'm not a little kid anymore!" You shake yourself out of his grip (only because he lets you) before you smooth out your outfit with a huff. "I know what I'm doing."

Kirishima frowns. "Do you? Really?" He's irritated now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into. You don't know how Bakugou's going to treat you, going to rough you up and make you cry, drop you off home afterwards and leave Kirishima to clean up the mess he's made of you.

"You're not going."

"I don't have to do what you say Kiri." You point out. "Just 'cause mom and dad aren't home doesn't mean you get to control me. Dad said it was fine when I asked him earlier."

Your brother huffs, moves behind you until his bulk is blocking the front door, your exit. "Dad barely knows who Bakugou is. I said you aren't going, and that's final."

"Kirishima-" You're angry, eyes blazing as you stare him down. "Get out of my way."

Look at you, trying to be all tough and bossy. Bakugou would destroy you, and Kirishima can't, won't have that happen.

"He's not gentle, y'know." The redhead starts off nonchalantly, propelling his body towards your with a few easy steps.

"He'll grab you like this-" A hand at your throat, squeezing too tight for your comfort and immediately you're scrabbling at his arm, wheezing for Kiri to stop. "And he'll just laugh when you do that."

"He'll bend you over the most convenient surface, see?" He's shoving you into the kitchen, making you stumble backwards before your brother spins you around, slams you over the counter. Your toes are barely touching the ground, head spinning from the rough treatment. What was Kiri - your sweet, goofy brother - doing?

"Probably'll make fun of what you're wearing. I mean seriously, are you trying to look like a slut?" Kirishima slaps your ass where it's exposed by your tiny skirt, and you yelp, trying to scramble away. But Kirishima easily grabs your waist, keeps you in place and kicks your legs apart before forcing himself between them.

"I can see your panties, and your breasts in this little getup. Bakugou doesn't like easy girls, thinks they deserve to get fucked real rough. You ready for that?" Kirishima doesn't bother with your skirt, it's so short it's not even in his way as he runs his fingers over your panties, snapping the waistband against your skin. You're so warm.

Then a hand pushes up your shirt until it's over your chest, and your tits are smushed against the counter as Kirishima presses you flat against it. "Y'know, he might not even prep you. A real gentleman would make sure you're ready first, maybe make you cum a few times before even think of getting inside you, but not Katsuki. He'll shove in dry, tear you up and make you bleed all over the place."

Fingers push the crotch of your panties to the side, and you're whining, crying into the counter now. Begging Kirishima to stop only makes him chuckle darkly, and suddenly you feel the heat of his crotch as he presses against you, grinds the bulge in his jeans against your core.

"Crying is only gonna make him treat you worse. You know he doesn't like crybabies. You gonna cry for him just like this when he splits you apart? You'll make him go soft sweetie."

It's only when you hear the sound of a zipper do you truly start to thrash, truly scared and cowed. "I get it, I get it! 'M sorry Kiri, I won't go, I won't!" You cry, legs kicking as you push up against his hand, trying to get off the counter where he has you pinned.

Kirishima lets out a noncommittal hum, enjoying the way your frantic movement is stimulating his cock where it's pressed to your cute little pussy. You're even starting to get a bit wet, darkening his jeans.

"Please! Let me go, I'll listen, I swear-" You beg, cries choking your throat.

It feels like forever until Kiri steps away from you, lets you push yourself off the cold counter and pull your shirt over your chest, push your panties back into place and tug down your skirt.

When you turn to look at him, Kirishima almost feels bad about your puffy eyes and the tears running down your face. Almost.

"C'mere-" Is all he offers instead of an apology, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. He's still hard in his jeans.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all." Your brother explains, rubbing your shoulder as you sniffle against his chest. "Bakugou isn't boyfriend material, got it? Especially not for someone who hasn't even had their first kiss."

He can feel you nodding in understanding against him.

"I'll text him that you won't be coming, okay? Go upstairs and change. Maybe we can watch a movie or something." A pat to your head as you turn away from him, little hands wiping at the tears on your face as you start to walk away.

Kiri can still see your panties with every step you take, ass bouncing.

He's going to text Katsuki, tell him that you're completely off limits. Maybe later tonight he'll send the blonde a video to really cement that fact, you on your knees, sucking his cock. Or maybe a few different pictures of your cunt as he presses inside, a few more showing him teasing your clit with the head of his dick.

That'll get the message across, not only to Bakugou, but to you.

Kirishima's the only one that gets to touch you

Ever.

#tw.nsfw #tw.dubcon #tw.dc #tw.incest #tw.dark content #tw.noncon #dark kirishima #yandere #yandere kirishima #Kirishima eijirou #banana fish eiji #eijiro kirishima smut #smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha

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glitchstoxicwaste · 2 years

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C-can I get the Sinclair twins and the "woof" prompt plz? Thank you ily

If you need any suggestions, maybe a tomboy reader gets all fancy on them? Alternatively they could be... Beginning a poly... The woof is just the reader like... "Damn ig Eiffel tower then huh"

Sinclair’s are popular today lmao! And I love you too! Also I hope you don’t mind that I made it where the reader was being sassy and shit… cause like… Proud Bo and Vin… who could resist? I’m kinda proud of it

Slashers | Prompts

Bo Sinclair x Tomboy!Reader x Vincent Sinclair

Prompt #9: “Woof”

TW: Poly! Not incest, Bo and Vin share the reader

↓Continue under the cut!↓

Days like these you’re not sure if you loved or hated the most.

Two girls were being extra flirty with your Sinclair’s, yes, YOUR Sinclair’s.

Vincent, Bo, and you were all working in the gas station currently. Restocking and such to make sure the snacks, that mostly you ate weren’t expired. Then the two waltzed in like they owned the damn place.

Vincent was about to go downstairs but Bo called for him to come over and introduce himself. You walked with Vincent, going in front of the counter, lifting yourself up and plopping yourself down. You leaned back and propped yourself up with your arms back and palms on the edge of the counter behind you. Your legs spread slightly, “man spreading” if you would.

You weren’t a “girly” girl, nah, that wasn’t your style, you wore blue jeans, t-shirts, flannels, muddy boots, hats, things that would be seen as “Tomboy” or “typical southerner” really.

“Um, can you move? You’re blocking the view.” One of them spoke, a female wearing tiny shorts and a black “shirt” that had no straps and only held her tits in place. Bottle blonde hair pulled in a ponytail so tight your shocked her scalp hasn’t ripped off.

“Lemme think… hmm… no.” You replied, a smile on your face.

Bo cleared his throat, you throw your head back and look at his now upside down figure, he smiled fondly and shook his head.

“My name’s Bo Sinclair, this ‘ere is my twin brother Vincent Sinclair, and that li’l shit on tha counter is our significant other, Y/N.” Vincent nodded in agreement.

You looked at the two, a smug smile spread wide.

“Yeah,” you chimed “THEY’RE PARTNER, meaning they’re taken, both of ‘em, by me. So keep yer grimy hands off em.”

The other girl, a brunette with long hair down to her mid back, short skirt and crop top with small straps scoffed.

“You the guard dog? Little bitch?” The brunette quipped, smirking like she won the war.

You gasped, and your hand was now pressed against your chest in faux shock, causing Bo and Vin to go wide eyed and look at you, Bo’s blood began to boil and Vin got protective, then both thinking you were genuinely hurt.

“Woof.” You said, putting yourself back into your original position, with a satisfied smirk.

Bo and Vin looked at one another and nodded, Vin placed his hand on your shoulder and tapped twice, a silent saying to go home as Bo went around the counter and escorted the group out.

You nodded and hopped off, blowing Vin a small kiss and heading outside, as you were passing the girls you glared at them and let out a deep, guttural growl, you then blew Bo a kiss and continued to the house.

Vincent left the Gas station and stood next to Bo, the girls tried to flirt with the twins, saying things that would make some men fall and agree, but the twins both knew the girls wouldn’t be added to the wax museum, they were joining the dead in Lesters pile.

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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bands | eleven

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 5.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication, mentions of dancing at the club, little bit of those insecurities coming back into play, good ol’ phone sex in the hotel room, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m. & f. receiving), multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, doggy style, hair pulling, slight choking, creampie

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Club tonight before we go back home?" Taehyung grips onto Jungkook's shoulders as they walked out of the venue and into their cars that would take them back to the hotel.

"Club?"

"Yeah, come on. Everyone said yes so far! It's been so long since all of us have gone to the club together without it being a special occasion." Jungkook sighs. That statement was true, and he did love being able to hangout with everyone all together. However, he can't lie - he missed you. He barely had time to text or call you this entire trip like he wanted, and he all he wanted was to hear your voice and see your face until he could finally have you physically in his arms again.

"Fuck." Jungkook does a slight head tilt before letting out a small sigh. "Yeah, I'll come along." Taehyung smiles from ear to ear, squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure your girl won't mind if we steal you for a little tonight." Jungkook doesn't respond to Tae's statement and simply shakes his head with a small smile. To be honest, the guys were a little surprised to see that whole thing erupt between Jungkook and Bigs. They didn't think he was actually serious about you, the mysterious girl. Jimin, on the other hand, wouldn't dare say a word and simply lent a small chuckle or smile as his participation during their 'lets tease jeongguk' hours. But eventually, it all became a running joke and the boys learned to leave Jungkook alone because as they've learned before, Jungkook does what Jungkook wants.

He gets away with shit.

He cleans himself up and throws on a button up shirt with ripped black jeans and boots, fluffing his hair a bit before he steps back out and meets up with the boys.

[jungkook] 9:49pm: going out with the boys tonight

[y/n] 9:51pm: lol cheer up, have fun party pooper

[jungkook] 9:52pm: fineeeeeeee :( can i call you later?

[y/n] 9:55pm: you can always call me, i just don't know if i'll always pick up :)

[jungkook] 9:57pm: try and stay up please

[y/n] 10:01pm: maybe lol

He slightly smirks to himself. Hopefully you'd stay up, but he was starting to realize you always fell asleep early and that was okay too. He'd just have to wait to see you when he gets back tomorrow.

Once the boys have arrived at the club of choice, security escorts them to their VIP section, the club already packed from wall to wall with people screaming left and right. There's already a few bottle girls, and other girls waiting for them in the VIP from lord knows where, but Jungkook knows he's not trying to mess with any of it tonight. He truly didn't wanna be here, but to keep his boys happy, he decided to tag along and hang out.

"So many beautiful ladies." Jimin swings his arm around his torso and smirks.

"Go get 'em, champ." Jungkook chuckles.

"I would, if they all weren't eyeing you." He shakes his head.

"She's not eyeing me, she's looking at you." He nods towards a pretty, fair-skinned female with long, voluminous black hair. She's definitely eyeing Jimin, biting onto the tip of her finger as she tries to seduce him through her eyes. Her look. "Go." Jungkook slightly pushes him towards her, smiling as he stood back and watched. The rest of the boys were already enjoying themselves, either dancing around alone [aka Min Yoongi and Seokjinnie] or hopping behind girls for a dance.

"Why aren't you dancing with anyone?" Yoongi laughs. "I figured you would be the first to hop on someone."

"I don't feel like it." He takes a sip of his drink, hand dug deep into his pocket.

"You don't feel like it, or you're too busy missing your girlfriend?" Jin joked.

"I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Mhm, sure." Jin laughs. "You could at least reward yourself with a dance." Jungkook shrugs. Technically, he could. It was just a dance, and you still weren't his girlfriend even though he thought of you pretty seriously. But he knew how this would go, and it would get messy quick - especially with the way females nowadays loved to create drama and claim him. He wasn't up for it. And he didn't wanna do anything to hurt you, or disappoint you. The thought alone makes him feel terrible. You were just so pure-hearted, there was no way he could do anything to hurt your feelings.

"Aye!" Jimin comes over and grabs him by the shoulders, swinging him around to face the ladies once more. "That girl I was dancing with is here with her bestfriend."

"And?" Jungkook chuckled. Okay, so? Lol.

"Bro, come on. Just go dance with her and have fun. She's interested in you." He shakes his head, but Jimin is already pushing him over, the force behind his movements stronger than what Jungkook can endure after the day they've had. He clumsily follows along, his lips pursed in a fine line as he approaches Jimin's girl [of the night] and her bestfriend. She had dark brown hair, stood at about 5'7 and wore high waisted shorts and a bralette-type of crop top. She was really trying for some dick tonight. He gives her a small, toothless smile as she beams from ear to ear, shying behind her bestfriend. She was cute, but she was no you, no disrespect.

"This is Yeji!" Her bestfriend exclaims, damn near throwing her right onto Jungkook like her life depended on it. Jungkook places his hands out to support her but brings them back once she's found her footing again. Definitely drunk.

"Hi." She blushes.

"Hey." Jungkook smiles back, sipping on his drink. Jimin is still hanging onto his shoulder, trying his best to egg him on and Jungkook can't help but smile and nod awkwardly at him. He attempts to back away, but Jimin shoves him closer while laughing.

"Have fun!" Jimin flashes him a quick look, confused at what the fuck he was doing right now trying to turn her down like that. But, he instantly flips the switch as he accompanies her bestfriend to the dance floor again.

"Can I get you a drink or something? Water, even?" Jungkook offers to be nice. He can already hear you scolding him in his head - pinching him on the arm and saying that he needs to be nicer to people. But to be honest, he really doesn't know what the fuck to do with her.

"Water's good, I should start sobering up." She giggles as Jungkook nods and pours her a cup of water. He hands it to her and stands beside her, awkwardly eyeing the crowd in front of them. "Hey, I caught your performance today. You looked good! You all looked really good."

"Thanks." He smiles.

"Do you wanna dance for a little?"

"Uh, actually—" Jungkook suddenly feels the both of their bodies press against each other before Jimin's drunk laugh erupts right behind his ear. Jungkook backs away with his hands up, shaking his head.

"Hey come on, if he doesn't wanna dance don't force him." Yoongi says, almost in a scolding manner.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not really in the best dancing mood right now. Pretty tired." He says to Yeji before he gives her an apologetic look and walks over to his hyungs who aren't busy with girls. He's getting more and more annoyed with the way Jimin has been acting lately, but he was trying to keep his cool - careful not to start anything. He knew Jimin wasn't a fan of you with the way he talked about you that one morning before the photoshoot. He loves him, that's his brother for life. But if he wanted to get disrespectful, he didn't have a problem putting him in his place.

Throughout the night, Yeji is sticking to her friend and Jimin, still hoping she could get something started between her and Jungkook, but she doesn't succeed. Jungkook purposely keeps his distance from Jimin and the rest of the girls around them in the VIP section, perfectly content to be staying around Yoongi and Jin.

When they've finally called it a night, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon and Hobi are all pretty drunk out of their minds - their asses more than ready to risk it all by sneaking in their girl of choice to their hotel rooms.

"Let me know so Yeji can come too." Jungkook waves his hand to dismiss the statement.

"Nah. I'm good, really, thanks."

"What, all of a sudden you're a goody two shoes for your stripper girlfriend?" Jungkook shoots him a look but brushes it off, blaming it on the alcohol in Jimin's system right now.

"I'm just tired and gonna head to bed, that's it."

"Whatever." Jimin drunkily responds, the four of their drunk asses continuing to be loud as hell in the hallway until they all separate and go off to their own rooms.

"Don't be loud and shit, I want my sleep tonight." Yoongi says before shutting his door.

Finally, peace and quiet.

Jungkook sighs as he looks at his watch, the time nearing 1:30am. He slips out of his clothes, takes a quick shower and gets himself ready for bed before he's shutting off the lights. A hotel bed has never felt so comfortable in his life, but the only thing that was missing was you.

And to be completely honest, he was pretty fucking horny. Having all this pent up sexual frustration just from missing you these past couple of days alone, he couldn't take it. He hopes to god you're awake right now because he's been wanting to hear your voice and hearing your voice alone—

"Jungkook." You say softly on the other line, Jungkook's eyes slightly shutting from the sound of your voice.

Your voice alone was enough to turn him the fuck on.

"You're awake, babygirl."

"Barely." You chuckle. "I'm snuggled into my sheets, but you told me to wait up for you."

"And you actually waited. Thank you, cutie." He smiles to himself. "What'd you do today?"

"Just work my shift at the restaurant, then head home. I don't really do anything outside of work and hangout with Kai, you know this." You chuckle. "How was the club?"

"It was alright." He sighs.

"Did all the pretty ladies get a dance with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Ah, but you're the only pretty lady I know about." He chuckles, making you blush. "But no, I wasn't necessarily in the mood."

"But you're at a club, how could you not be?"

"Too tired. Besides, just wanted to come back here and talk to you. I feel like I haven't gotten to talk to you as much since we've been here."

"It's okay, you need to do what you need to do."

"I can't wait to see you when I get back."

"I can't either."

"You and your pretty face."

"What is up with you? Are you drunk?" You softly laugh.

"No, not really. Why, I can't miss you?"

"Never said that, Jungkook. I miss you, too." You giggled, giving him some affection since it's been a couple of days and you actually missed his presence too.

"Yeah? How much do you miss me, baby?" Your eyes slightly widen cause you can most definitely pick up on his tone, plus the 'baby' pet name made your pussy hop a little. He wanted you, and he knew just the right ways to get to you worked up already.

"A lot."

"Mmm." He hums breathily, causing you to bite your bottom lip. "Are you gonna show me just how much you missed me when I get back?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe, what?" He chuckles deeply. "Tell me, babygirl." He begins to slowly palm himself through his boxers. "How do you want me to show you?" You shut your eyes, the heat quickly building in your core.

"Jungkook." You let out a breathy moan. "What are you trying to do right now?"

"God, I just wanna feel you." He says, completely passing up your question. "I just wanna feel you all around me. Would you like that, my pretty lady? Me all up inside you?" At this point, Jungkook is hard as hell, whipping his hardened member free from its confines. He lets out a breath at how free he feels, finally able to stroke himself nice and slow. He toys with the pre-cum pooling at his tip, using it as some kind of lubricant as he strokes himself up and down, gripping a little tighter towards the base.

"Yes." Your hand slips through your shorts and your panties, gently rubbing at your clit as you listen to Jungkook's deep voice on the other line. You slip your hand a little further down, feeling how wet you already are. You silently whimper to yourself, spreading your wetness in and around your folds, picturing Jungkook doing the work for you.

"Don't be shy, baby. Tell me what you want. Use your words."

"I want you inside of me."

"Inside where?"

"My pussy." He softly groans into the phone, his grip getting tighter by the minute as he fucks himself into his hand.

"Are you touching yourself right now?"

"Yes."

"That's my good girl." He moans with you. "Just wanna fuck you so badly. Show you how special you are to me."

"Jungkook." You whine, as you slip in a finger and quickly fuck yourself with it, the sounds of your wetness echoing in your tiny space. "Fuck I'm so wet for you."

"That's it." He hisses. "Fuck yourself for me until I get back. Can't wait to taste you and fill you up."

"Want you so bad, want you to fuck me so good until I cry." You say, not even realizing the shit you're saying right now as you rub your clit and work your hips in tandem. You begin to whimper a little louder, ready to hurdle off the edge with the pressure you're applying.

"Yeah?" His mouth is agape, barely any noises being released due to the overwhelming sensation that's taking over his body. "Want me to fucking ruin you, baby? Are you ready for that?"

"Always." You moan. "Ahh—Kook, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum all around this dick, sweetheart. It's yours." The words are enough to unravel you, sending you spiraling out of control with the pleasure taking all over your body - inch by inch.

"Oh fuck, Jungkook! Ughhhhhhfffffuck." You groan into the phone as you continue to move your hips into your hand, fingers pressed tightly against your clit.

"Shiiiiiiiit." Jungkook moans as his hips are moving quicker and sloppier, the image of him ramming his cock into you from behind while choking you has him toppling him over the edge. "Mmmmmgod, babygirl."

"The fuck, Jungkook." He chuckles as he regulates his breathing.

"Just miss you, that's all." You hear him stirring in the back, probably cleaning himself up just as you are with yourself. "Stay on the phone with me?" When he does have the time to call you while he's been away, he's always asked for you to stay on the line - facetime or regular call - just so it seems like you're next to him. What you did to deserve this soft Jeon Jungkook, you had no idea. But you were gonna take it and run as far as you could, because fuck. You liked-liked him.

"Okay." You yawn.

"I can still take you out on a date, right?" He yawns shortly after, the domino effect hitting him.

"Of course." You softly chuckle, your eyes getting heavy from all the energy you just spent.

"Okay. I just wanna make sure cause I'm already planning this."

"Planning, huh?"

"Gotta put in the effort." Silence. "Night sweetheart, sleep tight."

"Night." You barely manage to say before you're off into a deep sleep.

You knew Jungkook would be back today, but you weren't sure what time. From the sounds of it, it seemed like it would be really late and you'd have to wait until tomorrow to see him. Which, bums you the fuck out. You just longed for his company and to be in his arms again because it's the safest you've felt in such a long time.

Oh, well.

At least it gave you some time to plan out Kai's birthday gift and celebration cause you still had no fucking idea. He was going to spend majority of the day with his friends at their favorite arcade, but you promised him dinner.

Were you really just going to take him to get Loco Moco from the hawaiian mom and pop shop down the street for his 18th birthday?

What the fuck were you even gonna give him?

You figured you could go shopping for some clothes? Or, check out what new games came out for the playstation that he might be interested in playing. Orrrrr find some comic books and give him--

Knock, knock, knock.

You checked your clock, startled at the heavy knocks coming from your door. It was barely after dinner, the sun still up but preparing to make its way down below the horizon. You had no idea why you suddenly felt nervous and scared, afraid of who you'd see through the peephole. Bigs popped into your head, the goosebumps hitting the surface of your skin. You really hoped it wasn't him trying to cause trouble - or anyone else related for that matter.

You slowly stood up, holding your arms closely against your chest. You tippytoed to check your peephole but it was pitch black, as if someone had been covering it with their finger. Was Kai playing games with you? Did he suddenly get dropped off or take the bus? You didn't have plans with him.

You slowly open a crack, seeing a smiley Jungkook waving at you from behind the door. You swing the door open and latch onto him like a koala, causing him to drop his duffle bag and wrap his arms around you tightly.

"Jungkook, what the fuck! You scared me!" You say into his neck, taking in his scent.

"Why?" He laughs as he gently helps you down and follows you into your apartment.

"It seemed like you weren't gonna be home till late."

"Seemed." He smirked.

"Hey!" You gently push him after you close your door. "How'd you know my door code and which apart—"

"Kai." You both say in unison.

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him." You whine.

"It's his birthday soon, though. Let him turn 18."

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him after his birthday." You repeat as you plop back onto your bed, Jungkook dropping his duffle and plopping next to you.

"Cozy place." He says, face down onto your mattress, causing you to run your hand through his fluffy hair.

"It's teeny tiny."

"No, it's perfect. Perfectly sized and cozy." He reassures you as he finally lays on his side to face you.

"Did you just hop off the plane?"

"Sure did."

"Did you eat anything?"

"Yeah, I ate something small on the plane. I'm not that hungry."

"You sure?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

"Mhm." He throws an arm lazily across your legs as he closes his eyes for a quick minute. You continue to run your hand through his hair, a notification on his screen catching your attention.

[unknown number] 6:37pm: hi! this is yeji from the club. :) i hope you don't mind, jimin passed on your number and said we should get into contact.

First of all - Why the fuck does Jungkook have his notifications set so that you can see what the goddamn message is on the lock screen?!

Second - Yeji?

Third - Of course Jimin would have slipped her his number. He hates you for whatever fucking reason.

Another text came in from her but you pulled your eyes away from his phone. This wasn't your business. But let's be real, your heart sank a little knowing he might have been acting up at the club, dancing with hella other girls and getting hella other numbers. It kind of made your insecurities resurface all over again. You weren't his girlfriend though, none of this was exclusive. So, did you really have a right to feel this way?

You brush it off quickly, trying to remind yourself who the hell you were before Jungkook came around [but god, was he making you a softy]. He wasn't exactly yours to claim; however, you were the one he came home to. Technically. Calling you all hot and bothered cause he missed you.

Yes bitch, please.

You're pulled out of your internal battle when Jungkook stirs a little to check his phone, your hand still lightly weaving through his hair as you press your lips together. He reads the notifications, deletes it from the screen and locks his phone again.

"The boys bothering you?" You decide to ask in a way that doesn't yell 'yes I saw her pop up on your phone, sir.'

"Nah. No one important really."

"Oh okay." Bummer. You lowkey expected him to be honest with you, but was that too soon for you? You just through this in your head - this wasn't exclusive.

"Lay with me, pretty lady. Let's watch something."

"You mean finish Gone Girl?" You quickly flip the switch and smirk at him, making him laugh.

"Oh shit, that's right. Not my fault you straddled me." You slightly gasp.

"Not my fault you fucking batted your eyelashes at me, talking about ‘can I tell you something?'" He scrunched his nose and tickled your sides, causing you to yelp and crash your body back down onto the bed. He continues to tickle you until you're begging for him to stop - his body over yours, but he was careful not to put all his weight on you. "Ouch, Jungkook!" You whine.

"You finished making fun of me?"

"You started it!"

"You're so fucking cute, you know that?" He lowers himself down to your lips, pressing them gently against yours. Your hands get tangled within his hair again, pressing him down slightly onto you so you could feel him, feel his warmth. The kiss deepens quick as Jungkook settles himself in between your legs, your tongues at war with each other. He groans into the kiss, his soft, large hands roaming up your shirt and sending sparks throughout your body. "I missed you." He bites your bottom lip and sucks it gently before pulling back. He helps remove the shirt over your head before unhooking your bra in a swift motion and tossing it off to the side.

"I missed you too." You say at a whisper as he grabs both of your breasts and plants kisses along the surface before swirling his tongue around your sensitive, perked buds. He hooks onto your shorts and panties quick, aggressively tugging them down and off.

"So fucking perfect for me." He says, planting kisses along your sides

"I hate it when you do that." You hiss as he begins part your legs wider, pushing your thighs out as he lowers his lips onto your folds. You truly did hate it - you couldn't stand it only because that shit drove you crazy. Someone like Jungkook calling you perfect, god please.

"Hate what, babygirl?"

"Call me perfect like that." You let out a small whimper when you feel his wet tongue glide against your folds, slowly poking in and out of them as he stares at you from between your thighs.

"But you are. Want me to show you?"

"Hmmmm." You whine. "Quit." He slightly chuckles against your pussy, but continues going to work - slipping in two digits and curving them just to tickle you in the right spots. "Ahhhh, Kook please."

"Mhm." He says, picking up the pace with his fingers, allowing your wetness to glaze them. He suddenly removes them from you short after, a small whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact.

"Ohshiiiiiit. You're gonna make me cum." Jungkook begins to run his tongue up and down your pussy once more, his tongue penetrating your entrance ever so slightly before swiping it up to your clit to suck on it. He motorboats into your pussy, his head moving right and left in such a quick pace that you're tugging on his hair and jutting your hips into his mouth. His tongue starts to pet your clit with its tip - the repeated movements enough for you to reach your climax, your thighs almost keeping Jungkook in between until you could bring yourself back down from your high. "Aghhhhohhhmygod!" Jungkook smirks as he sits up, sticking his two fingers into his mouth before releasing himself from his sweats and boxers.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He slightly groans. Your breathing hitches seeing his hardened member, making you drool at the sight. You already feel dizzy imagining him filling you up with that thing, but you knew you wanted take care of him first - make him feel good, make him feel special. Take him, every inch. You crawl over and take his cock into your hands, spitting onto it before you slowly stroke him up and down. "Ohhhhhbabygirl." His words mesh together as he tilts his head back. You lower your lips onto his tip, tasting every single drop of pre-cum pooling at the area before running your tongue down his shaft and taking him. You get about halfway before you swirl your tongue around suck, pulling back with a slight pop. You stroke towards the base as your mouth is doing work on the other half of his cock. Jungkook has his hand in your hair, and you can feel his grip tightening as he slowly moves your head up and down along his cock. "Can you take me? All of me?" You nod. "Yeah? Fucking take it then." He spits out as he lowers you all the way down, keeping his tip against your throat until he feels you gag. "Oh, fuck!"

"Fuck!" You say, tears brimming your eyes, ready to stream your cheeks as you watch the trail of saliva from his tip to your mouth fall.

"You're doing so fucking good." He says as he watches you while guiding you down length, bobbing your head a little rougher and more aggressively this time around. Your saliva is damn near dripping out of your mouth, the entire scene getting sloppier by the minute, but you honestly didn't care. You were so turned on that all you wanted after this was for Jungkook to fuck you crazy hard, until you couldn't take it anymore. You were so fucking attracted to this man. "One more for me, baby." He moans, lowering you down his entire length again, his tip tickling your throat a lot longer than the first time that your tears are actually coming down this time around. You cough when he finally pulls you back, more saliva trailing from the tip to your mouth. "See, so perfect for me. Taking me in so well like your mouth was fucking made for me." He grabs your chin, placing a kiss against your lips before gently pushing you back down onto the bed. "Turn around and get on your knees, sweetheart."

"I want you so bad." You whine, his hand trailing down your back as he positions your ass up and gets your face as close to the mattress as possible.

"Don't you worry, princess. I'll take good care of you." He lines himself up, his dick incredibly wet from you sucking him like your life depended on it. He slides in with ease, the both of you moaning loudly at the feeling - the feeling of warmth, and feeling so fucking full, Jungkook is sure he can feel his tip ready to rearrange your guts in this position. He begins slow, one hand on a hip, while the other is in your hair, making sure your face is deep into the mattress.

"Faster, please!" You plead, Jungkook wasting no time to hammer his cock into your pussy. The sounds are incredibly loud and lewd, and you knew your walls were thin as hell. You were sure your neighbors were definitely having the time of their life listening to you getting destroyed. You cry as he groans, his hands now gripping your hair and tugging you back so that he can slightly see your face with the way he tilts it back.

"Ughhhh, shit babygirl. You feel so good, always so tight for me." He moans as he lets out a couple of breaths from pumping in and out of you so quickly. "Ready for me to make you cry again? That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yes." You say, but he tugs your hair tighter.

"I can't hear you."

"Yeeeees!" You whine. "Yes, fuck, please!"

"Say my name."

"Jungkooook." You moan. "Jungkoook, hmmmmmpfh." Your ass almost feels numb from how hard Jungkook is fucking you right now, but it all leads to the pleasure building up inside of you - pooling right at your core. You were sure you could reach your climax again any moment now, but you were trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, enjoying every moment of the pleasure he was bringing you. You didn't want this to be over, even though you could go rounds with him if he wanted to. His hand travels from your hair, down to your neck, gripping just right to choke you and keep your head tilted at an angle. Your yes's are becoming inaudible, moans getting lost in your throat that is feeling constricted from his grip.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Cum with me." Jungkook says as he thrusts harder, the overwhelming sensation enough to send you into the next dimension. The orgasm ripples through your body, your hand gripping onto his wrist as you tremble and look for support.

"FuckkkkknnnnngJungkook!" You manage to yell. He moans loudly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, spurts of his cum coating your walls warmly and thickly. He gives you two good slow thrusts before he's slowly pulling out and letting his tip stick the cum back inside of you. "Ahhh, please. Kook." You whimper as you fall onto your bed, tears staining your cheeks once more. He smiles as he picks up his boxers and throws them on, tossing you your panties and his shirt to wear. You slip into them without question, Jungkook coming back onto the bed to lay next to you and caress your body to soothe you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." You sniff, the aftermath of all the tears you've shed from tonight's fuck session catching up to you.

"Babygirl." He chuckles as he wipes your cheeks and plants a kiss on it. "You need to be careful of what you ask for."

"Shut the hell up and pull up the movie, Jungkook." He laughs, watching you shove your laptop over to him. He pulls up the movie on his Amazon Prime account and snuggles with you under your sheets.

"Sooo, ready for our date?"

"Should I be preparing?" He shrugs.

"Just want you to have a good night with me." His hands are still caressing your sides under his shirt, light kisses being pressed against the nape of your neck. The warmth, and the feeling of his body pressed against yours makes you feel content. Satisfied. Peaceful.

You felt safe. You felt wanted.

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baby we can take it slow, say my name, don't let go, I can hear your body when i pull your hair, what's my name; girl I swear, I can hear your body babe

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band--psycho · 3 years

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Jax Teller x Reader-I’m The Baby Whisperer

Requested by the lovely @rebelwrites, I hope you all enjoy this! 💜

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I sighed in frustration, throwing my phone on the couch before collapsing into it myself. As soon as I felt like I was taking a step forward, I seemed to get knocked back again. I was meant to be going for an interview today and up until a few minutes ago everything was going just like I’d hoped, my son was s/n was still peacefully sleeping in his crib, allowing me to try on at least five different outfits for the interview before settling on a white blouse, a navy blue blazer with matching trousers and a pair of white block heels shoes to match my top, as well as a light covering of makeup. I felt more confident than I had done in years and I was so determined to ace this interview right up until my sister rang me saying that she wouldn’t be able to come over and look after S/n. It wasn’t her fault and I knew that, but I had no back up plan and I didn’t have the money to pay a babysitter. I felt everything I had hoped for just begin to slowly fall apart in front of me and I had no idea what to do.

I was dragged away from my thoughts when I heard a repetitive knocking at my door and couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread and annoyance wash over me as I bolted towards the door. It wasn’t because I was scared who was on the other side of the door but because I didn’t want anything to disturb S/n nor did I want anyone to see the state I was currently in. However, all of that seemed to fade when I opened the door to see the one and only Jax Teller standing outside with a bag of groceries in his hand, his charming smile painted on his face.

“Why’re you so dressed up at this hour?” He asked, with a small chuckle in his voice as his eyes scanned down my body. Normally whenever he came round I was dressed in what I like to call my lazy day wear, which mainly consisted of baggy jeans, a crop top and a cardigan, so I could imagine seeing me like this would be a shock. But as he said those words I felt my heart drop as I remembered the interview...

“Woah, what’s wrong, darlin’?” He asked, his smile faltering slightly when his eyes locked with mine, without any hesitation he pulled me into a hug that I gladly reciprocated. There was always something about Jax that calmed me, no matter how stressed I was.

“I was meant to have an interview today,” I muttered into his chest, trying not to burst into tears as all of the stress built up in my body.

He pulled from the hug slightly with a raised eyebrow before asking “An interview?”

“Y’know like a job interview,” I sassed back with, a small smile creeping upon my face as a small chuckle slipped past his perfect lips.

“I’m well aware what an interview is, darlin’, where?”

“This new firm in town,” I answered, sighing in defeat once again, pulling away from the hug completely as I tried to keep myself together. The last thing I wanted to do was breakdown on Jax-he’d seen enough of my breakdowns recently. I didn’t want to put him through another one.

“Okay,” He began, in a low voice, walking towards me, rubbing soothing circles onto my arms “I'm struggling to see what’s bad about this, shouldn’t you be happy to have an interview?”

“I would be but my sister just called me saying that she’s ill so can’t look after S/n and my mum isn’t picking up her phone and I can’t just take him into the interview and even if I could I’ve only just got him off to sleep and-”

“Darlin’, breathe,” Jax interjected, moving his hands from my arm to my face, caressing my cheeks as he lightly lifted my face up, forcing my eyes to look into his gorgeous blue ones; getting lost in them like I always used to. Even his eyes could calm me down...it was bizarre, but right now it’s what I needed.

I tried so hard to stop the tears that forming in my eyes from falling because I didn’t want to breakdown nor did I want to ruin my makeup “Sorry, I just...I just don’t know what to do,” I muttered, feeling myself lean in more to his touch, like it was the only thing keeping me together. Which to be honest at this very moment wasn’t that far from the truth.

“I’ll look after him,” Jax stated, his hands tracing small circles on to my cheeks. Those very words were enough to make my heart both melt and to strike fear into me. I trusted Jax more than anyone in this world and I knew he would never hurt S/n but since I’d left Will, my abusive ex boyfriend I never felt comfortable leaving S/n alone with anyone else besides my sister and my mum because I trusted them and I knew that they would never hurt S/n. But it was Jax. He wasn’t some random stranger, he was one of my closest friends. He was the friend who practically saved me from that toxic relationship....

“He’s safe with me,” Jax whispered soothingly, his hands still caressing my face, holding me close. I nodded slowly knowing that I could trust him with S/n.

A small smile came on his face at my answer, before he connected his lips lightly to my forehead,“Knock ‘em dead, darlin’,” he whispered before handing me the keys to my car, that charming smile coming on his face again, making my heart race and my cheeks redden, luckily I turned around and quickly left the house before he could notice.

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The interview went amazingly well, I don’t think I’d ever had an interview go that well in any of my previous jobs, so to say that I was confident in getting a job was an understatement. As I pulled up outside the house, I fully expected to hear S/n crying echoing outside the house as I walked towards it, but I didn’t. In fact I heard nothing but silence. Pure silence, normally people would enjoy the silence but all I could feel was worry. Worry that Will had found out where we were...that he’d hurt Jax and taken S/n, quickly I opened the door and shouted out “Jax”, at first he didn’t appear only making the anxiety I was feeling to grow but when I shouted his name for the second time and he appeared carrying S/n in his arms, with a pleased grin on his face.Relief washed over me as I saw both of them and I felt my heart swell in my chest as the scene before me. I’d never seen S/n so calm around anyone else other than me, not even my sister or mum, even with them he cried a lot.

“Hey, darlin’, how’d the interview go,” he asked, moving closer towards me, giving me a kiss on the forehead before passing S/n over to me. God I could get used to this, something about coming home to Jax and S/n just made my heart feel whole.

“It went amazingly well, actually, I’m feeling really confident about it,” I answered with a smile on my face, as I gave S/n his favourite toy, causing him to giggle in joy.

“I’m glad, you deserve a win darlin’,” his voice was soft and there was a look in his eye that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

“How was he?” I asked, with a slight chuckle in my voice as S/n dropped the toy and started playing with my hair instead.

“He was as good as gold, barely cried at all,” I knew a confused look must’ve come over my face by the way he chuckled, leaning in closer to me and whispered “No need to look so shocked, darlin’, I’m the baby whisperer,after all.” And with that he grabbed his hoodie which was draped over my chair. I didn’t want him to leave; it was nice having him here. He made me feel safe and loved...just like he used to before I left.

“Do you wanna stay the night?” it took me a second to realise what I’d just asked, making my heart beat faster in my chest more than I ever thought possible. God, no. This was not what I wanted to do. Well I did. I wanted him to stay. But now I’ve probably just scared him off-of course he doesn’t want to stay...why would he...he-was kissing me-wait-what. I opened my eyes briefly in shock, and he was. Jax Teller was kissing me...and within a few seconds without even really thinking about it, I was kissing him back; it was like we were in our own little bubble. The only thing that brought us back to the real world was the sound of S/n giggling away.

“I’d love to stay the night, darlin’,” he whispered against my lips, causing that familiar blush to appear on my cheeks, as he pulled me and S/n into his embrace. This was a new chapter in my life and no matter what had happened before in the past, I was excited to see how my life with Jax would look like. It was the new start I’d desperately craved for so long...and now I had it.

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could I get 49 for the prompts pleaseeee? (:

*weeping* Em, I love you, defending my honour, giving me a way out. You’ve spared me my dignity.

49. “Well this is awkward ...”

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Tidings and Tarradiddles

Jaskier returns to Posada and his path crosses with Geralt’s once more after the unfortunate affair on The Mountain™

How was it? Truly, how was it that of all places on the great, wide Continent, Geralt should come to take a contract in Posada, at the farthest of reaches, after months and months of separation, on the one day Jaskier should be in town? And how was it that he’d come the only hour Jaskier had lingered for a drink? It was too great a coincidence, and Jaskier would not give Destiny the credit. She’d not earned the right to claim it. Jaskier scorned her and had stripped her of the right to interfere in any of his further adventures. After all, Geralt had blamed him for her follies—follies which, by rights, Geralt had brought upon himself in the first place.

Even so, he could feel Destiny’s audaciously long and twitchy nose poking about his business the moment Geralt walked through the tavern door. Jaskier huddled in his corner, hoping the shadows were darker than they had been the day he’d found Geralt hunched beneath them. He ought to have known better than to come in the first place. There had been a whole flock of magpies in the middle of the bridge leading into town—a tiding of magpies. Detestable harbinger of tidings, foul and fair. They’d startled at the sight of him and alighted once more on the tavern roof. But he’d ignored their superstitious warning.

Of course the shadows were of no use to him. The moment Geralt stepped inside, Jaskier saw him twitch, cocking an ear his direction. Probably heard the familiar grinding of his teeth: an annoying habit he so often complained of. Jaskier curled up against the wall, trying to make himself smaller to blend in with his surroundings.

For once, it was not so difficult. He’d grown out his hair, had even maintained a healthy bit of scruff on his face in keeping with the stylings of his fellow tavern-goers. He was tired and worn, but above all, he was plain. He no longer wore bright colors, standing out like a beacon in the dark of night. He wore his linen dyed a plain, sensible, muted green. The jerkin on his back was brown and of a practical fit. Altogether, it did not so much scream of sensibility as it mumbled. If he kept his head low enough, he might pass as just another local come in for a pint.

But he was not just another local.

Geralt stopped before his table, standing at Jaskier’s elbow. The click of metal upon the table made Jaskier look up from his drink. It was a coin, spinning round and round. It wobbled and fell on its face, the etching of a worn coat of arms before him.

“Will … will you sing for us, bard?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier stared at the coin. His ears began to fill with cotton, a faint ringing in them. A flash of hot blood coursed through him and he ground his teeth to a halt. He knew this was Geralt’s way of easing into things, working towards something, whether or not an apology was waiting at the end. He knew this was Geralt offering him an out. It was distant. Impersonal. But even in the depths of his rage, Geralt had called him by name. To call him bard and toss a coin to him like some stranger now … it flamed something red and barbaric to life under his skin. He was so deafened by the blood in his ears, he did not hear the approach of the figure standing at Geralt’s side.

“Well, this is awkward,” Jaskier sneered. He picked up the coin, twiddling it between his fingers. Putting up an impassive mask, he juggled the coin over his knuckles in his best impressive manner, as if it were nothing but a worthless toy. “You see,” he said, “I’m not a bard.”

Geralt was quiet a moment. Jaskier could feel his eyes roaming over him. It raised his hackles to know what Geralt must see: the dark circles under his eyes, the lines of age now more pronounced with exhaustion, crow’s feet so defined they might as well have been dug by the claws of vultures. And then, Geralt must have taken notice at last. Gone were the bold silhouettes and blinding colors, gone were the perfumes and oils—but there was one thing more important than all the rest that was missing.

“Your lute,” Geralt said.

There it was. “Gave it up this very afternoon,” Jaskier replied. He slapped the coin down on the table and leaned back, snatching up his half-empty mug. “I travelled a long way to return it home; Filavandrel has it now.”

He took a drink, still avoiding eyes contact. He continued, mumbling over the rim of his mug. “Had a visit. They’re doing better than they were when last we met. I helped them dig rocks from their crop fields for an hour or two. Figured as long as I was shovelling things, I might as well master the art. Use it productively.”

He was being petty. He knew he was, but by the gods, he’d earned it.

When at last he looked up, he did so because he saw a hint of blue beside the table. The potmaid had been wearing a blue dress, and he thought he now saw his escape. He slid his mug to the edge of the table and lifted his head to ask for it to be taken away when he saw a familiar pair of green eyes looking back at him.

“Cirilla?” he asked, surprised. He blinked at the princess, who looked down at the table as his eyes fell upon her. He remembered her as someone taller, regal head held high, smiling, her hair half up in decorative braids and twists. This was not a princess before him, but a girl: her hood casting shadows upon her hollow face. It seemed wrong. She had always been a girl, but a girl with a name. This creature before him stood as a reflection of himself, a thing wishing to hide away, nothing more than a shell.

She glanced up at him, then down once more. Slowly she raised her hand to the table and placed it over the coin. She pushed it towards him with a quiet slide, then dropped her hand once more. “He said you sing wonderful,” she muttered, as if she had not heard him singing in Cintra’s court nearly every midsummer since birth.

Jaskier’s voice stuck in his throat. The memory of a song sat heavy on his tongue. “I … I don’t sing anymore,” he grit out. He turned to look away again, staring at the crack between his bench and the wall. “Can’t sing without music anyway. Might as well be poetry.”

Having no music left him exposed. There was nothing to lift him up, nor anything to hide behind. He could sing among the crowd and raise his voice to join a drinking song, but there was something vulnerable about singing alone. Who sang among bar patrons without some barrier? Even the drunks had their drink to shield them.

He saw Geralt shift out of the corner of his eye. Something new slid across the table, stopping just short of his hand. He looked and saw one of his old notebooks.

“You write good poetry,” Geralt said.

Jaskier scoffed and picked up the notebook. “If there were anything in this worth keeping, I would have remembered to bring it with me when I went down the mountain.” He flipped through the pages, then let the notebook flop back on the table. “You obviously have poor taste,” he huffed.

Without warning, Geralt picked up the notebook and thwacked him on top of his head with the cover.

“Gah! Hey!” Jaskier shouted. He stood up and snatched the book back, smacking Geralt’s arm with it. “What in fuck’s name did you do that for, you brute!”

But he’d looked at Geralt, forgetting to snub him if only a moment. And Geralt plucked the book from his hand with an upward quirk of the lips. “It’s worth keeping,” he said. He handed the book to Ciri, who clutched it tight to her chest in agreement, but still, she looked at Geralt with a stern expression.

“That wasn’t what you were supposed to say,” she scolded.

Geralt’s eyes rolled back and he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Not to me.”

Geralt opened his eyes. He looked at Jaskier, opening his mouth to speak once more. But the look on Jaskier’s face stopped him. Instead, he turned to the door, stalking quickly across the room, words aborted on his tongue.

Jaskier gaped.

“Geralt!” Ciri called. “Where are you going?”

“Just wait here.”

“Geralt!”

“Dinner. I’ll be back in the hour.”

Ciri threw up her hands and dropped onto the opposite bench. She slammed Jaskier’s notebook down on the table and crossed her arms over it. She groaned in frustration, then turned her head to look out at the tavern floor.

“Have you had dinner yet?” she grumbled.

Jaskier looked between her and the door, feeling quite at a loss. “No,” he replied.

“Then you can eat Geralt’s share.” She rummaged in her cloak and pushed a little drawstring bag into his hands. “Here, he left me his purse.”

“And left you from the look of things. Shall I charge him for babysitting?”

“Do. And order another drink.”

Jaskier snorted. “Trying to get me to stay?” He wasn’t so irresponsible as to leave a child alone, even with the threat of Geralt’s return. He didn’t need to be persuaded.

“No. Punishing him for running out; you get his drink into the bargain. Think of it as sending him to bed without supper.”

“I’ll drink to that. It’s the least of the punishments I could inflict.”

They both chuckled mildly at that. A bit of the dense atmosphere lifted and they shared a look. Jaskier cleared his throat and waved for the potmaid. He ordered fare for the two of them, a mug of ale for himself, and a cup of small beer for Ciri. Once they’d both had a bite, they began talking. They traded stories: how Ciri came to Geralt’s care, and what Jaskier had been doing since the separation. Though the conversation was tense, it felt … good … to have a bit of company. He’d been worried since word of the fall of Cintra had reached him. At least Destiny had brought Ciri to Geralt safely. He hoped Destiny would be kind to her where it had failed him.

Jaskier startled when Geralt returned. He’d crept up so silently. Jaskier had been listening to Ciri describe her most recent success in outdoor cooking and hadn’t noticed the movement beside him. Geralt set the lute on the table in front of Jaskier’s empty plate with a sudden thunk, not a word of explanation. He stood there silently, holding the lute upright by its neck.

No one spoke.

Jaskier simply stared at it, felt Geralt stare at him. But this time, he refused to look up. Slowly, Geralt lay the lute down on the table, then slipped away. A minute passed, everything still and quiet. Then, Jaskier peeked out of the corner of his eye and saw Geralt nudge Ciri, nodding his head toward the door.

Ciri looked at Jaskier, her brow anxious and furrowed. She clutched her cup, nearly finished, her plate barren. He could see her mind at work, trying to find an excuse to stay. But she set her cup down obediently. As she turned to stand, she left the notebook behind. Eyes downcast, she slumped to her feet. Geralt held out his hand for her, no longer looking at Jaskier. The moment Geralt’s back was turned, Jaskier felt a cold panic run through him.

“Wait!” he said, fumbling to his feet.

Geralt froze, turning his head back slightly to listen.

But for what? Jaskier reached out, hesitating. He picked up his lute, finding the coin beneath it. The noise made Geralt turn back and Jaskier met his eye. He’d never seen Geralt look so blank, completely unreadable.

Jaskier slung the strap of the lute over his head. He pushed the coin deliberately into his pocket and braced his hands on the strings. When he looked at Geralt again, there was the barest crack in his armour, and hope shined dimly through. Jaskier smiled. It was a timid thing, but he still remembered how it was done.

“You asked for a song,” he said.

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