#fuck my boss for playing it at work today and fuck my brain for putting it ln loop

[crwatters]

I feel like the "hack" to get bit of a song un-stuck from your head that postulates "we get bits of songs stuck in our heads because our brain is trying to finish the process but can't remember it, so just listen to the song again and it'll no longer be stuck in your head!" was coined by a trickster.

Sometimes it does work! But other times.

Other times. You listen to the song again, and now your brain remembers the whole song, so it plays the whole song over and over and over. So what was once a half-a-chorus long brain worm is now a 3 minute long brain worm. Which often is much much more annoying (especially because if I'm actively trying to get the song out of my head in the first place, it means I probably don't like the song or am very tired of it).

A solution that sometimes fixes the problem and sometimes brings you to the brink of insanity definitely sounds like the work of a trickster god tbh.

[comatosebunny09]

international | sylus

summary: sylus likes to play dangerous games. today, you happen to be his rook piece. warning(s): female anatomy described, explicit language, dirty talk, bodily fluids, exhibitionism, reader's attire is described, profanity, blue balls of the female persuasion, praise kink now playing: devil's advocate - the neighbourhood notes: something i threw in @muvaginger's inbox. i'm sorry for my mind. thank you for reading, lovebugs.

Sylus, but calling you when you’ve just gotten off work.

“Are you home?” he asks, all husky on the other end. He knows you aren’t if the telltale shadow cast by a crow circling overhead is anything to go by.

“Not yet.”

“Well, get there.” Amusement resides in his voice. You have half a mind to tell him off for bossing you around like that. Like you don’t secretly enjoy it.

“Yeah, yeah. On my way.”

You hang up and shove your phone into your pocket. Put your helmet on, throwing your leg over your bike’s seat and settling on the cushion. Start it, the engine purring to life beneath you. After waving goodbye to Tara, you peel off, zipping through the energetic streets of Linkon towards your home.

Inside the lobby, your phone buzzes again. You roll your eyes, shoving your earpiece into your ear as you trudge through the lobby.

“What!” you grate out.

“Moving a little too slow there, kitten.”

If only you could punch him through the phone. You tamp down your anger, switching tactics. “What’s this about, anyway?”

He chuckles low and throaty, the sound of it prickling your brain. “Patience is a virtue.”

You scoff. “You’re one to talk.” Asshole, you add inwardly.

You catch the elevator to the floor where your apartment resides. Slide your key in, easing through the door into your entryway. Barely have time to set your keys down before a sharp rapping snaps your attention to the door.

“Open it,” Sylus orders.

Hesitant, you pivot towards it. Fingers twitch near your hip where your gun’s holstered. Slowly, you reach for the handle, mindful of your steps.

A soft laugh rings in your ear.

“Easy, sweetheart. It’s not an ambush. If I wanted to off you, I would’ve done so by now.”

“I never know with you,” you clip back, turning the doorknob.

After mentally counting to three, you throw the door open and peek outside. Silence and an empty hallway greet you. You glance left and right. Up and down the hall until a large, crimson box catches in your peripheral, seated on your doormat. You fetch it, admiring the black ribbon intricately wrapped around it.

“What’s this?” you query, kicking your door shut once you’re back inside.

“A gift.”

“Another one?”

His tone swims with nonchalance. “What can I say? I enjoy spoiling you rotten.”

You test the weight of the box. Shake it, hearing tissue paper and something heavy stir inside.

“Open it.”

You oblige. Tear the ribbon and top off, eyes curiously raking over the box’s contents. Inside is a long, black trench coat. Beneath that rests a long-sleeved, silk blouse. Deeper still lies a simple miniskirt, and you test its material between your fingers. It all looks and feels incredibly expensive despite its simplicity.

“Put it on,” Sylus instructs through the stillness.  

“What? Why?”

“Because you have a train to catch in—” A brief pause. “One hour.”

“What the fuck? A train? An hour? Sylus—”

“Time is ticking, sweetie.”

The phone clicks with his exit.

You throw the clothes onto your couch, scrutinizing them over folded arms, chewing your lip. It’s 50 degrees out. Where the hell does he think you’re going dressed like this? Does he plan to use you as bait or something?

Your phone buzzes again on your coffee table. You fetch it to see a QR code for a train ticket sitting in your inbox.

“Shit,” you hiss, scrambling for your bathroom to shower. He’s serious. There really is no time to spare.

He’d better have a good reason for being so cryptic.

—

“The second to last car,” he husks in your ear. “Meet me there in five.”

Your lips contort into a scowl. You rip your earpiece out, wending through the train’s other passengers to pursue your goal.

In the corners of your vision, the scenery outside the windows eases by. Greenery nestled beneath the snow, somewhere remote. It’s beautiful. You take time to admire the sights before finding your way to the second to last car.

The door slides shut behind you. It’s quiet, save for the occasional rumble of the train upon the tracks. The passengers here are sparse. It’s a luxury cabin, decked with armchairs, faux plants, and an expensive carpet.

You survey the area, spotting an unmistakable thatch of white nestled in the rear seat. Try to mask your giddiness as you make your way towards the back. It’s been a few days since you’ve last seen him.

Wordlessly, he motions to the seat across from him when you venture to his side, wearing that customary smirk. You plop down, folding your arms. Bite back a smile of your own, favoring a frown.

“What’s this all about?”

Sylus leans back in an easy slouch, and the way he manspreads makes your mouth water. He peers down at you from his nose, draping a long arm over the headrest of his seat. His turtleneck and coat do little to disguise the power of his body. The tendons in his neck dance. Jaw flexes. He motions to your lap with a flick of his gaze.

“Touch yourself,” he rasps.

Your eyes grow comically wide. “Excuse me?!” you hiss, mindful of your volume. Look around to ensure no one’s the wiser to your conversation. No hello. No I’ve missed you. No preamble whatsoever.

His smug look doesn’t waver. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart.” There’s an underlying edge to his voice. One that doesn’t leave room for argument. Still, you contest him.

“Sylus, there are people here!”

That enraged whisper thing you do—it’s endearing.

Sylus’ eyes darken with something sinister. He hasn’t stopped watching you since the moment you sat down. Hasn’t stopped raking his eyes over your honeysuckle thighs, your hips.

“They can watch,” he drawls with an innocent shrug.

“Sylus!”

“Sweetie, I’m not asking.” Though he bears an expression of amusement, you can tell he means business. Consequences typically follow when you don’t heed him. Delicious consequences.

You swallow thickly. Sylus’ silhouette blurs as you survey the car over his shoulder. There are at least three other passengers here, all seated near the door you came through. More than enough distance between you. Your lover bleeds back into focus, his brow raised in challenge.

With a weighted sigh, you shift to make yourself more comfortable. Loosen the tie of your coat, drawing it open whilst easing your hips forward. Hesitantly spread your legs, feeling Sylus’ optics tuned to your every move. Something hot and sticky has already begun to gather in your panties, and your nipples tighten beneath the frail silk of your blouse.  

He cutely cocks his head to the side when you hesitate. Eyes narrow. “What’s wrong, sweetie,” he croons all low. You feel it coiling in your stomach. “Scared?”

You cut your eyes to him, mouth drawn into a tight line. Of course you are. You’ve never done anything like this. He’s introduced you to all kinds of things. Uncovered fantasies lurking deep in your mind. Discovered all the erogenous zones on your body you never knew you housed, but—

Exhibitionism is new. Dangerous. And somehow, the thought of it makes you wetter.

“Go on,” he soothes. Encourages, irises dipping into a mysterious shade of garnet.

Your body moves of its own volition, spellbound. Thighs part a little more, hands smoothing over plump flesh. You sigh out, leaning back as you drag your nails over the inner curve of your thighs, bunching your skirt up towards your hips. A little more enthusiastic now, teasing your swollen outer labia with the knuckles of your thumbs.

Sylus’ mouth parts slightly. His gaze flickers downward, entranced by the show and the soft hitch of your breath. He looks back into your eyes, clicking his tongue in discovery. Reaches out a sizable hand, leaning towards you with his elbows digging into the pockets of his knees.

“Panties. Take them off.”

Your tummy sparkles with heat. He quirks a brow. He’s serious. It’s not enough to touch yourself like this in public. He wants you bare and exposed, staining the armchair with your heat.

Without a word, you shimmy out of your underwear. Thin and frill as they slide down your calves, over your ankles to pool at your feet. You compliantly deposit them into his hand. A bitten-off growl brews in his chest. He falls back against his seat, stuffing your panties into his coat’s inner pocket for safekeeping. Signals for you to keep going, fully invested in this game.

You repeat the process from before. And it’s a new sensation now, the crisp air of the train car kissing your sticky pussy. You try to think of other things. Try to distract yourself from the smolder of his gaze and how it makes your body hum and your mind fill with smoke.

You think about his fingers instead of yours, stroking down the slit of your pussy. His fingers rubbing at the hood of your clitoris, drawing it back to stroke your pretty, swollen clit. His thumbs sliding over your nipples, causing your back to arch, his tongue laving at the space behind your ear…

Your hips stutter. You stifle a moan. Sylus slides in and out of focus, your vision fogging around the corners. He chuckles amorously, shifting in his seat. “Don’t stop,” he nurtures, eyes burning like a feverish flame. His dick sits heavy in his slacks, slowly hardening and twitching.

You salivate. Knowing that he’s enjoying this as much as you gradually are—fuck. You bite your lip, propping your leg on the chair��s arm. Spread nice and wide for him, your pussy on full display.

You rut against your fingers, your face screwed up in rapture. Legs quiver each time the pads of your fingers bump your messy clit. You construct a rhythm that’s maddeningly slow and torturous. Feel that sparkling rush lazily pooling between your thighs, but it’s not enough. Wanna be filled and stuffed to the brim with cum.

His cum.

A glimpse at Sylus reveals something that makes you throb. He’s touching himself. Humping into the palm of his hand, hot and weighted through the thick layers of his clothes. Fuck. You pulse.

“Syl,” you sob quietly, wetly, wantonly. “Syl, please—”

“Use your fingers,” he breathes all ragged. “Inside.” Angles his head back until it thumps against the headrest. Doesn’t look away, still rucking his hips up into the heel of his palm like the slow undulation of a wave.

You indulge, circling the pucker of your pussy with your fingers. Steadily work one inside, and you sigh, tossing your head back. Caress your tits with your free hand, plucking your nipples to their peaks as you drive your finger in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds you make as you torture yourself causes your walls to clench down.

Sylus’ voice crackles, pouring through the fizzy haze that’s settled over you.

“One more. You can take one more, can’t you, sweetie?”

You moan at how his voice oozes like warm milk and honey. You’re obedient, gradually adding another, pumping in and out. A thick ring of cream collects around your knuckles. It’s still not enough. Never enough.

“That’s my girl,” he lauds, relief in his timbre. “So good for me. So, so good.”

“Sylus,” you sob, fucking yourself a little faster. Wish it were him instead, filling you up and pumping you with the briny edge of his cum. There’s a warm fluid trickling down your leg. Heat spooling in your tummy.

He greedily ingests the sight of you fucking yourself, groaning hoarsely. You’re so close to spilling over the edge, so close to losing yourself to an orgasm. And you would—

If not for the sound of footfalls nearing your position.

“Shit!” you hiss, snapping your legs shut. Work your skirt into some semblance of neatness, throwing your coat over your legs. Your cheeks and neck are aflame, pulse pounding in your throat, pussy throbbing.

You don’t make eye contact as the gentleman passes, too busy looking at your fingers in your lap. He’s none the wiser to the goings on in your section—or, at least, he acts like he isn’t—as he bows with a small smile, slipping through the door behind. Sylus tracks his every move, and if looks could kill…

Your heart thrums heavily in your ears. You caution a glance at your boyfriend, taking in his flushed cheeks, his heaving chest. He’d thrown his coat over his lap to disguise the monster pressing against the seam of his trousers.

You lock eyes. His lips pull into a scowl as he sits up, pitching himself forward. Cants his head to one side, voice abrasive and low.

“Did I tell you to close your fucking legs?”

A thrill racks through you. It’s rare that he curses, only sullying his tongue when he’s upset or too far gone. It turns your stomach to a primordial ooze. Without warning, Sylus gathers himself up, snatching your wrist along with him.

You stumble like a baby fawn to your feet, gazing into those eyes that dwindle like liquid spilled over burning coals.

“We aren’t done here, sweetheart,” he promises with a tense jaw. Tugs you from your seat and down the aisle, all the while fishing for something in his pocket. A quick glance reveals a barcode, and a number printed in bold letters on a bit of plastic. A keycard. The sneaky little…

He peers at you over his shoulder as you both maneuver through the throng of passengers in the remaining cars, back towards the front. Your features warm with a smile. Legs tingle.

You weren’t aware that this train had sleeper cars, but you’re grateful to know it does. Your body buzzes with the prospect of what’s to come. He’s not done with you, indeed.  

hair down | masterlist | nuisance

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 12/13﹕✦﹕┈・୧

keigo takami x f!reader -> nipple play, thigh riding

-> art credit goes to the wonderful @/kadeart

-> event masterlist

being the number two hero’s assistant at work had it’s own perks. you had a lavish salary, you had a lot of work so you were busy in the best of ways, you had hawks — the bestest perk ever. you got to be near him, near enough so you could smell his wonderful cologne whenever he talked to you, near enough to see his beautiful crimson wings and how they had a life of their own. expressing hawks’ moods whenever. sometimes they’d be extra perky, sometimes faltered up when he’s bored/annoyed. sometimes flared up when he’s a little moody.

you also know what he likes/dislikes by your heart. his favorite coffee, his favorite restaurant place he likes to takeout from. and his antics and his charm whenever he wants something.

it started a few months ago with a drunken one night stand which has now made you hawks’ most favorite toy and loved toy ever. you don’t want to label it as a relationship, part of you dreads he would run away if you got a little too clingy. part of you could almost see hawks wanting you to be his baby-mama with the way sometimes his pupils slit and his gaze darkens in the most carnal, predatory & animalistic of ways.

whether he would just shamelessly look down your ass when you wear a pencil skirt, bend you over his table and tease you with his semi protuding between your ass cheeks and call you cute for whimpering for him. or whether it’s one of his sick games. oh yeah— hawks loves to play with his prey, you.

today’s game was boredom. keigo was bored and sick of the paperwork he had, being the fastest hero sure had some disadvantages too. slumping dramatically over his desk, his brain smirked at what was next. he called you to his cabin, feathers quickly locking and shutting the roor while he yanked you to straddle his thigh, skirt hiked up and shirt’s buttons loosened. “fuck- hawks- what are you?” you gasped softly while his hands massaged your mounds with a hum.

“ssh~ is it professional to speak to your boss like that?” he smirked, leaning in and biting your sensitive earlobe. your breasts were pulled out of your bra cups, while you could feel your cheeks darken at the embarrassment and flustering situation keigo has put you in. you gasped, your pelvis on fire with the way he knows how to touch your body in the best ways.

“god it’s tiring to read so much.” keigo sighs, pinching and squeezing your nipples while you feel the pressure on your clit when he hikes his knee up. you gasped out, whimpering & mewling at the tug on your hardened nipples. “please- shit oh my god.”

hawks smirked, and you could feel his cockiness when he whispered. “it’s so lewd how you’re not listening—“ he mumbled, “don’t make me punish you now.” he warned once, pinching your nipple harshly so the pain makes you comply.

“hmm, so, where was i? yeah.” he grinned, still toying with your nipple and “grind on my thigh.” he commanded, and it was as if you had no choice but to comply. cheeks flushed as you moved your pelvis against him while he didn’t leave your nipples alone. “you will read these paperwork reports, all the ones which are left, and until we’re done… you don’t cum.”

a rebellious whine escaped from your parted lips, brows furrowed as you continued, and even though hawks had been relentless in toying with your pebbled nub, he means it. “come on; it should be rewarding in some ways.. shouldn’t it babybird?”

“go on… read.” hawks’ voice was a threatening order. while you whimpered, trying so hard to focus on the piece of paper in front of you.

“the- the smuggling gan- gang res- responsible for the smuggling of antiques was, hnng- recently caught by the wing hero.” you pathetically finished the sentence, while hawks could feel himself losing his mind over the way his cock threatened to come out from the tent in his pants.

“aw good girl.” hawks smirked, “continue… go on.” he continued, kissing the sweet spot in your neck & suckling onto your skin, breaking it into a hickey.

eventually, after long, cumbersome 44 minutes of you sniffling, whimpering, and begging hawks to let you cum, hawks melted. “awh, she’s crying now?” he cooed, kissing your cheek.

“go on babybird, cum for me.” he smiled, and you tipped off the edge, staining your pants and also his thigh while your nipples were sore from the continuous playing hawks never got tired of.

your mouth parted in a silent scream when you whimpered and tipped off the edge, nerve wracking orgasm tearing through you. “that’s it, sweet girl.” hawks cooed, kissing your cheek and eventually eating your sniffles in a silent, passionate kiss.

he did the courtsey of dressing you up, primming you up & kissing your chin. “that’s it girl, that’s it. you did so well for me. you know that? hmm?” his behavior had changed completely, peppering your face with soft and tender kisses all over. “gonna need you to go to dinner with me, love bird.” he cooed, while you hummed in a nod.

“sure, hawks.” you spoke out, wiping your tears and reduced to a mess in subspace.

“it’s keigo, sweetness.”

[scoutswritingcorner]

Borrowing The Chauffeur PT.2

Poly!Vee’s x GN!Chauffeur!Reader

Aka Part 2 of when Vox realizes that you are now chauffeuring Alastor now. 

A/n: @aboyscriminalrecord COME HERE POOKIE- COME GET YOUR DINNER!! Also I know these three could kill Chauffeur Reader but I find it funny that they are all collectively simps and in their minds Reader can’t do anything wrong.

TW:Valentino, Chauffeur Reader kinda snaps, Vox being Vox and there is a verbal fight. All the Vee’s get horny for Chauffeur Reader being absolute feral. A LIL NSFW.

It took two weeks for Vox to realize that you were driving Alastor around the town and to say he was pissed was an understatement. He was beyond livid, so when he called you to the tower that night you immediately knew something was wrong. He never sounded that angry when talking to you, glitching every few seconds between his words.

When you arrived at the meeting room in the tower, you were met by all three of your bosses. You slowly walked over to the long table, “Do you know why we called you here?” Vox asked looking up at you as Valentino took a hit from his cigarette and Velvette was typing away on her phone. “..No Sir, I do not. Please enlighten me.” Vox growled his screen glitching and he threw his hands up in the air, “He thinks you're betraying us since you chauffeured Alastor around.” Velvette explained making you stop and had to reset your brain. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You snarled out, rubbing at your eyes. Vox stopped and leaned back, all eyes on you as you rarely ever got angry like this, especially at them. “You called me at 4 in the fucking morning to yell at me, forced me to come here and now your throwing a fucking temper tantrum because THE Radio Demon, asked me to chauffeur him around a few days out of my work week?” You asked glaring at Vox, his screen glitching every few seconds from pure anger. “You shouldn’t have accepted!” He yelled back making you look at him like he grew two heads and then you looked at the other two at the table. “Are you two pissed off?” You asked moving closer to the table, this was a dangerous game you were about to play and it could be your afterlife on the line here.

“Nope, it’s not really a big deal-” Valentino hummed out as Velvette nodded and went back to her phone as you glared the TV man down, “So- with that out of the way. What in the actual fuck goes through your head? I’ve been loyal to you for decades Vox, is that not enough for you to think, maybe I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my afterlife.” You asked, venom lacing your voice as you slam your hands on the table. “Then why did he ask you? Why did you say yes?” He stood up, electricity pulsing around him, “Vox. Put yourself in my situation. I get home and I get woken up two hours later by the fucking RADIO DEMON at my door. I don’t have the power to stop him and I’d like to not die a second time.” You hissed out clenching your fists on the table, you so badly wanted to knock some sense into him but you took a deep breath, hands shaking.

Vox glared at you before sitting back down, “Do you know what that’ll do to your reputation? To OUR reputation?” He asked, making you slam your fists on the table, “Respectfully, Sir. I couldn’t give two shits right now. So when you stop throwing a damn temper tantrum, call me back. I’m going back to bed.” You snarled out before turning and storming out of the conference room. 

The room was silent as the door slammed, Vox snarled and turned his attention to the sharks behind him. “...That was hot.” Valentino called out making Velvette roll her eyes, “Oh come on, Cariño. You’re gonna sit here and tell me that wasn’t the hottest thing that happened today?~” Velvette sent him a glare as Vox growled, silently fuming in his seat as he watched you storm out of the Vee tower through the cameras. “Fine! It was! I never knew they could snap back like that.” Velvette huffed out her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

Satan be damned…he was hard.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Free use with the bachelors

Content warning: free use, degradation, praise, afab reader, mommy kink in sam's, pet play kink in sam's and Sebastian's, breeding kink in Alex's, cock warming, whore behavior honestly man don't say I didn't warn you, as always MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT lol I'm not responsible for what you may subject yourself to on the internet but I don't wanna be responsible for your brain rot 💙

Shane:

Man's a whore for free use, especially with you

Loves just coming up behind you while your doing the dishes or any farm chore and just placing kisses on your neck, trailing a hand down your pants to trace light circles over your clit

One hand on your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy

Bends you over the nearest surface, flips your skirt up and starts fingering your cunt while you whine for more

"Shhhhh babygirl I know, little slut wants more hmm?"

After he's decided you've had enough of his fingers he'll unzip his shorts and shove his cock to the hilt with no warning, loves the surprised gasp/moan that you let out

"That's it, take it like the good little whore I know you are"

Pulls your hands behind your back for more leverage to have you meet his harsh thrusts

Will stuff you full of his cum multiple times a day, pulls your panties back up so they catch whatever drips out of you, makes you keep the same pair on all day to remind you of who stuffed you so full

Elliott:

Also big into free use, he just loves how whiny you can be when he decides to start teasing you

Gentle touches ghosting over your nipples and clit, applying just enough pressure to have you needing more

Has you cockwarming him while he works on his book, occasionally taking breaks to swirl circles over your clit while he grinds up into you, never enough to make you cum, just enough to keep you desperate for him

When he's decided you've been so good for him that he should reward you he whisks you off to the bed

"You've been so good for me today darling, let me make you feel good now"

Gentle thrusts into your overstimulated cunt, deep passionate kisses, his fingers working your clit all quickly becomes to much

Has you cumming around his cock in minutes, babbling out praises and thanks

Loves seeing you in such an undone state beneath him

Sam:

Absolutely down, please walk up behind this man and start stroking his cock

Melts into you when he feels you wrap your arms around him, sighing in pleasure when your hand wraps around the base of him

Trys not to let his knees buckle when you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, spreading the beaded precum for a bit of extra lube

He's whining, babbling, pleading for you to go faster, give him more friction please

"Fuck, please mommy, I'll do anything, I'll be such a good boy for you please just go faster fuck"

Who are you to deny your cute puppy when he's literally begging for it?

You tighten your grip slightly and speed up, he's cumming over your hand moments later but that doesn't stop you

Now he's whining in overstimulation, gasping for air while he grabs the counter to stop himself from falling

Tears run down his face as he feels you finally slowing down and letting go

"Such a good puppy for me baby boy, now clean up the mess you made"

Will lick his cum off the floor, would do anything to please you

Sebastian:

Loves free use honestly

Your in the middle of a boss battle in your video game when he comes up behind you and starts feeling you up, gently shifting you into his lap

"Don't mind me kitten, just keep playing" he mumbles in your ear as he teases your nipples through your shirt

You can feel his boner pressing into your ass as he shifts around gently rutting into you while you try and stay focused

Eventually he pulls down your pants and presses his cock into your tight hole, rubbing your clit while you whine on his cock

You have to put the controller down and he pins you to the beanbag chair, ass in the air so he can thrust harder into you

"Fuck kitten, always so ready for my cock hmm? Practically drooling for it right now"

Wants to hear all the sounds you make so he grabs a fistful of your hair to haul back so your face is off the chair

Makes sure you cum before he fills you to the brim

Harvey:

This man is nothing if not horny for you 24/7 so free use is good

Lots of discussion beforehand because he's anxious he'll go to far

Comes up to you while your in the bath, strips down and joins you

Pulls you against his chest, gently pulls your legs over his so he can keep your legs spread

Thumb gliding over your clit while two fingers pump in and out of your cunt

Other hand working diligently on one of your nipples

His mouth is slotted against yours, swallowing all the sounds you make

Slips his fingers out and gently slides his cock into your sensitive cunt, still swirling soft circles on your clit while you whine against his lips

"That's it sweetheart, being such a good girl for me hmm?"

Loves when you melt against him, knows your close to cumming by how airy and close together your whimpers are

Works you through your orgasm and into his own with gentle thrusts and soft praises

Alex:

He doesn't fully get the premise but he does love the idea of being able to have you whenever and where ever he wants

That's mostly in the house and in the bedroom because he wouldn't want to be caught in a compromising position

He's got your legs on his shoulders, his cock driving in and out of your cunt at a moderate pace, this is the third time today he's stuffing you full of his cum

The idea of filling you to the brim and breeding you is just always on his mind

Man wants you round and plump with his seed and by God he's gonna have it if you'll let him

"Shit baby, gonna look so fuckin good all round with my seed yeah? Gonna let me knock you up right? Know you want it just as bad as I do baby"

Can hardly think straight, he just needs to pump you full of his cum, needs to have you pregnant with his kid, tits full and heavy with milk

Has you cumming around his cock in moments with how overstimulated you are and how he rubs endless circles on your clit relentlessly

Cums inside you with a final harsh thrust and stays there for a moment, plugging his cum inside you

Pulls out and watches for a moment while his seed spills back out before fingering it back into you

"Can't have any of this going to waste can we love?"

[character-babblings]

mdni 18+ only

everyday i wake up

(this is a oscar isaac character home)

welcome to my moonknight headcanons (also, yes i'm always down to elaborate or discuss)

Steven Grant, my sweet boy:

steven is actually working on skills in the bedroom. he's 100% branching out thanks to you. he's an eager and ready to learn student.

he's not entirely inexperienced but he's just so deeply obsessed with you. the way your clothes just always looks so good on your. hugging your curves and always bringing out your eyes. he may be biased but he thinks you're easily the most perfect woman in the whole world.

and the way you moan for him is just as perfect of course. steven 100% prefers to be face to face with you when it comes to sex. he has to see your face when he does anything.

and he's obsessed with how vocal you can get. when he's eating you out (honestly his favorite most of the time). the way your hands play with his hair as he'll lick and lap at your pretty clit.

"oh good steven. you're so good. such a good boy." and he's like putty. you cannot tell me that this man doesn't have a praise kink. bless his heart. he just wants to make you so happy. the way he flicks your clit with his tongue with hooded eyes because he's lowkey playing with himself with one hand while one dances at your entrance.

"steven. i need your fingers. please?" and he's just ready to please as he plunges his fingers in you. hair starting to become wet with sweat as an idea bubbles in his head. inserting two fingers into before removing his mouth.

"you have the prettiest cunt, love. it's so delicious and warm. i can't wait to put my dick in here." he tries. and he damn near cums his pants watching your eyes roll as you let out the most earth shattering moan. his eyes widen as he abandons your pussy all together. he didn't expect that.

"oh? do you like it when i talk like this? that's awfully naughty of you darling..." you're beginning to squirm as you wrap your legs around his torso. "steven just fuck me now please! you whine as you reach to take hold of his face to kiss him. and with that he's back to being a whiney mess at your words.

"fuck alright love."

Marc Spector: Resident dom (fight me. fight me rn)

absolutely dom. only a handful of times have you ever had any control. and that's fine because he 100% knows what he's doing obviously. he's gifted in the eating and bossing department.

he's got you on your knees in front of him just ramming the fuck out of your face and relishing in the gurgles and choking sounds your mouth is making. one hand in your hair and the other on the back of your head.

"oh what a good girl you are. good fucking girl. hey, relax your throat more. there you go little slut. swallow around my dick." he's tapping the side of your face before pulling your face off his dick. "you alright sweet girl?" he asked as he checks your face. he's revels in how ruined your makeup is as you nod at him, you're the one eager to please him now. he smiles almost darkly at you before grabbing you by your neck.

"good. because i didn't forget what a fucking brat you were today." he states as he drags you over to the bed, pushing you on it. "you have five seconds to strip. whatever's left on is getting ripped." he sighs taking his pants off. "you know i love you, but the way you acted today...i should have bent you over right there." he states as you assume the face down ass up position. reaching over to grab your face before

"remember i don't like brats. that shit may fly with Steven but never me. and i know Jake doesn't tolerate it either. so do me a favor. act like your brain actually fucking works." he warns as he lets go of your face. sitting up fully before beginning to pound your shit.

"let me enjoy this, don't make a sound. you make a sound and that's one more orgasm i'm giving you."

Jack Lockley: Hard dom.

(thank god this dude got minimal screentime bc idk how to act)

as aforementioned he's got a 0 brat tolerance. absolutely don't give this man attitude. he won't hesitate to smack your mouth a little or grab you by your face harshly before whispering to behave with a stone hard face.

he also will never hesitate to find a secluded area to fuck you hard in. he's fucked you against the window of both yours and his place for sure. no balcony is safe honestly. he loves to leave so many marks for the other two guys to find. he also has a safe word because when i say he gets rough i mean it.

he's choked you so hard he's made you pass out a hand full of times. then he'll patiently wait for you to wake up before continuing on while you whine and complain wondering why he stopped. muttering about how you're such a whore who only thinks about his dick.

he's giving your face a smack when he detects a little attitude. talking about "what was that? did you wanna say something little girl?!" and making you repeat yourself.

"your brain is fucking gone huh pretty girl? is that why you're talking to me like this?! i know i've fucked you out but talk to me like that again and i promise you that you can watch while i take care of myself." he literally growls as he grabs your hair and brings your head up so his hot breath hits your ear.

"because next time, i won't be nice and let you cum for the rest of the week." he says while releasing you.

(a/n please tell me this is a safe place for my moonlight slut thoughts please please please)

[yoongiseesawmp3]

paradigm pt2 - seonghwa (m)

summary: is having sex with your coworker really a bad idea? no, right? because seonghwa is quite honestly perfect. perfect, but annoying. a teasing day at work leads to a long night, and a conversation the next day. time to play by seonghwa’s rules.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut!!!!! dom!seonghwa (still a little switchy? kinda?), afab reader, tying up/ropes, edging/orgasm control, protected sex, oral (f receiving), not proofread sorry!

part one / masterlist

your shifts with seonghwa before you slept together were usually pretty fun. more bearable than a normal shift, that’s for sure. but now you’re practically counting down the time until you get to leave. you’re even spending more time in the kitchen, claiming you’re doing inventory on bar essentials so you don’t have to be out there in such close quarters with seonghwa.

why?

because seonghwa has become insufferable. 

before you fucked his brains out, he was flirtatious, sure. you’d noticed how his eyes would sweep over you before responding, or how he’d daintily touch your waist as he passed behind you so as to not bump you into the bar. he’d say cheeky things, he’d tease you, but it was all playful coworker stuff. now? now he’s more determined. pointed. almost like he’s trying to prove something to you. it’s like you showed him what you were capable of back at your apartment, and now he’s trying to show you just how bold he can be in return.

today, you’re taking extra time in the kitchen finding all the produce you need to restock the bar while seonghwa is out there unlocking all the good liquor and dusting bottles off before customers start coming in. you’ve even convinced wooyoung to make a fresh batch of sour mix for you, claiming that making the base syrup from scratch will help the drinks taste better. wooyoung did it, even though he knows the restaurant has a stock of sour mix that could last a year if necessary, but he won’t pass up on the opportunity to have a friend with him in the back for a little longer. 

“is seonghwa here yet?” wooyoung asks you as you dump a container of lemons on the worktop next to him. “make him come back here and juice those for me.”

“i can do it,” you say, looking for a cutting board, but wooyoung tsking stops you.

“no, i really want him back here so i can see the sexual tension between you two for myself,” he teases, and you roll your eyes.

“fuck you.”

“that’s hwa’s job.”

“what’s my job?” seonghwa’s deep voice asks from a few feet behind you. he must have just walked in. “please tell me i don’t have to juice lemons, i can already tell y/n’s gonna ‘delegate’ cutting them up to me.”

“uh, i was gonna do it,” you say defensively. seonghwa eyes you like he doesn’t believe it, but he lets you continue. “we were talking about you bothering me.”

“doesn’t wooyoung do that more than i do?”

“hey!”

“no,” you say, coming to his defense. “woo’s actually been helping me a lot lately.”

“so that’s why you spend so much of your shifts back here then?” seonghwa asks, quirking an eyebrow at you in a challenge. oh, so he’s noticed. “that’s why i’m back here. boss wants you up front, actually. said you need to reorder more white but wants to talk to you about what you put on the order form.”

“yeah, he’s gonna tell me we can’t get the snoop dogg wine,” you sigh as you lay out everything for the lemons. “i’ll go talk to him. but hwa, that means you do have to juice the lemons for me,” you say sweetly, clasping your hands in front of you and fluttering your lashes at him. to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight and blushes while politely pushing you out of the way so he can get to work. with that, you leave them both in the kitchen and practice what you’re gonna say to your boss when he asks why you made such ridiculous wine choices.

while you’re up front fighting for the celebrity wine collection of your dreams, seonghwa and wooyoung work in silence. wooyoung keeps eyeing seonghwa though, like he’s waiting for him to say something. finally, wooyoung’s attention span gets the better of him and he lowers the burner before turning to face hwa directly. seonghwa looks up questioningly, but goes back to work when wooyoung doesn’t say something immediately. 

“oh come ON,” wooyoung whines, practically falling into seonghwa’s side. “tell me what happened between you two.”

“that’s none of your business.”

“please?”

“no.”

“pretty please?”

“no, leave me alone.”

“fine,” wooyoung sighs, turning back to his work. “if nothing happened between you then i guess you won’t mind me asking y/n out for drinks after work tonight?”

“that’s fine,” seonghwa says, clearing his throat. he finishes juicing the last lemon and takes the carcasses over to the trash. while he wipes his hands, he tells wooyoung, “if y/n comes back here can you tell her to check the walk in for me? i thought we had more of those nasty ipas but i can’t find any.”

“why don’t you do it?” wooyoung asks suspiciously.

“i’m going to the bathroom,” seonghwa says simply. wooyoung nods like he doesn’t believe him, but he stays in place stirring the syrup so it doesn’t crystalize. he’s busy fishing a seed out of the fresh lemon juice when you come back to the kitchen.

“where’d seonghwa go?” you ask, and wooyoung points a finger to the back of the room.

“he’s waiting for you in the walk in,” he replies. you start to ask questions, but wooyoung cuts you off. “hey, i don’t know. just go back there and see what he wants. and don’t embarrass me in front of the food, i have to serve that later.”

unsure, you go back to the cooler wondering what seonghwa could want. you don’t get too deep into thought though, because you open the door and suddenly seonghwa is carefully grabbing you by the neck and pulling you in for a kiss. the door to the cooler closes behind you, shrouding you both in darkness save for the pathetic lightbulb on a string above you. in the shadows, seonghwa’s features are sharpened so much that when he pulls back it almost takes your breath away to see how chiseled he looks like this. he smirks at the look in your eyes, licking his lips before diving back in, this time holding you in place by the hips so you can’t escape. his tongue teases your lips, and the second you part them to let him in he detaches from you completely. breathless, you look at him confused while he speaks.

“if wooyoung asks you out tonight, say no,” he tells you, and then he’s gone, leaving you alone, skin burning despite the cold air around you.

-

the rest of your shift with seonghwa was odd, to say the least. you had to finish up with the accoutrement you had in the kitchen, and despite wooyoung’s pestering you didn’t tell him what was going on. he also didn’t ask you out, so you’re not sure why seonghwa mentioned that in the walk in. you’re also trying to figure out what happened in there, but if you think about it too long you start remembering the warmth of his lips and that’s a dangerous place for you to go.

it’s even more dangerous when you head back out to the bar, containers of lemon and lime slices in one arm and your jug of fresh sour mix in the other. seonghwa sees you totally not struggling and he rushes over to help, placing a hand on your waist as he reaches for one of the containers. 

“i got it,” you say defensively, and he kind of backs off but watches you with an unreadable look in his eyes. he lets you do your thing, managing to place everything into the proper wells in the bar without dropping anything despite your awkward form. 

“you heard about the company party coming in today?” seonghwa decides to ask, continuing to watch you as he speaks. “we’ll be closed until dinner for the private party, so should be an easy shift.”

“sounds good,” you say tightlipped. “did he say when they’re coming in?”

“soon.”

“great, thanks, so helpful.”

“what’s wrong with you?” he asks with a playful smile. “cat got your tongue?”

“so you’re a cat now?” you quip back, and seonghwa cracks a genuine smile.

“no?” he says after thinking for a moment. “i’m just me.”

“shame,” you sigh. “i’ve been thinking about getting a kitten.” you brush past seonghwa, cringing but satisfied with the stunned look he’s giving you in return. you go about your business, making sure everything is where you like it to be before your boss starts coming around to say the company party should be arriving soon. you and seonghwa fall into a rhythm as things pick up, and you don’t have time to think about the weird energy between you. you try your best to ignore the way you catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, or how he delicately holds your waist as he passes behind you during the rush. you could be imagining it, but it seems like every time his hands find your waist they’re holding you tighter and tighter, closer and closer to seonghwa. the last time he does it you swear he slides his fingertips under your shirt to just barely graze your skin, but it could’ve been an accident. still, you keep working. 

after the initial rush, you’ve got a minute to rest and seonghwa says he’s slipping away to bring some more beer from the walk in. you let him leave, and step off to the side to make yourself a cup of water. as you’re sipping and absentmindedly picking at a string on your shirt, you miss the man walking up to the bar in front of you. 

“drinking on the job?” he asks, wearing the sleaziest smirk you’ve ever seen. “didn’t peg you for a bad girl.”

“what can i get for you?” you divert, ignoring his comment and the greasy way he’s staring at you. 

“what do you recommend?” he asks as he starts getting too comfortable at the stool in front of you.

“something simple?” you offer, wanting to get him away as quickly as possible. “how about an old fashioned?”

“i like the way you think,” he replies with a nod and a smile. you get to work on the drink and don’t notice the way he watches you while you make it. as you’re looking for the cherries, seonghwa comes back from the kitchen with enough beer in tow to fill the fridge by your feet. he notices the guy immediately and doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t engage and just kneels by you so he can restock. he knocks into you on “accident” and you look down to see him glancing up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. he nods toward the bar and you know he’s asking about the guy, so you just shrug and finish the drink. you turn, ready to get rid of your admirer, and seonghwa listens on discreetly.

“hope you enjoy the party, you’re all good to go,” you say quickly, placing a napkin down before slamming the drink in front of him. 

“i don’t know, i think i might just make my place right here,” he replies, taking a healthy gulp of the drink. “i’m gonna need a lot more of these, sweet thing, so you better get used to me.”

“she said you’re good to go,” seonghwa chimes in, standing up. “enjoy the drink man.”

“you her bodyguard or something?” 

“no, but it looks like your party is getting started so i’d recommend you head back over there big guy,” seonghwa says very calmly, and you’re a little startled at the silent rage you can feel radiating off of him. you watch as the man stares seonghwa down, but he holds his ground and the man just downs his drink and walks away. seonghwa looks to the side, catching your eye. 

“my knight in shining armor,” you sigh, putting your hand on his arm. you can feel the muscle flexing under his sleeve, and you have to keep yourself from squeezing it to admire how strong he is. you just let him go instead, but as you try to step away he softly grabs your wrist. you look down at where you’re connected, and back up to his eyes boring into you. he uses his hold on you to pull you a little closer, and his lips just barely graze your ear as he speaks.

“after shift. my apartment.”

and then he’s gone, detached from your side and suddenly very interested in wiping down the bar. you try to catch his eye, to find him staring at you cheekily again, but now it’s like you don’t even exist. you decide to let him play whatever game he thinks he’s playing, but you’re gonna do your best to play along. what’s wooyoung doing on his break, you wonder? 

since it’s a little slow right now, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. seonghwa watches you intently as you walk away, but he doesn’t think anything of it. he surely doesn’t assume that you’re about to go find wooyoung and ask him about that date. it isn’t until he realizes you’ve been gone much longer than a bathroom break that seonghwa starts to worry, so he shoots you a quick text, telling you it’s picking up again and he needs you up front, which isn’t wrong. you respond with a quick ‘k’ and then you’re emerging from the kitchen, a cheeky smile gracing your lips that you’re failing to hide. 

“what took you so long?” seonghwa grumbles as you pass behind him and you shrug.

“just needed a break after talking to mr. greasebag,” you reply. “thanks for getting rid of him by the way.”

“don’t mention it,” seonghwa brushes it off. “he was bothering me too.”

“really?” you ask, surprised. “how?”

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” he says, and then a customer pulls him away, leaving you unsure of how to take that sweet sentiment. 

your shift carries on, a steady stream of people coming up to the bar so that you’re not overwhelmed but you don’t get another still moment until the party is almost over. you’re actually thrilled you won’t be working the dinner shift after this, because now you’re exhausted. you and seonghwa go about resetting the bar for the next bartenders, and you smile when you see wooyoung emerge from the kitchen. 

“what are you doing up here?” seonghwa asks.

“aw, not happy to see me?” wooyoung pouts, and you can’t help but giggle at the way seonghwa glares back at him. “don’t need you though, i’m here for y/n.”

“yeah, just gimme a sec,” you tell him, and he nods before leaning against the bar to watch you work. you start to pass by seonghwa to clean the mats in your hands, but a firm grip on your arm stops you cold. 

“i thought i said to tell him no,” he all but growls in your ear, and you can’t contain your smirk as you reply.

“yeah, but there were no rules for what to do if i asked him out,” you say simply, and you turn around to get back to work, leaving seonghwa steaming behind you. he goes back to work, watching as wooyoung leans over the bar to giggle about something with you. when he sits back down, seonghwa joins you at the sink, politely gesturing for the spray nozzle so he can get the gross bits out of the container in his hand. you let him have space next to you, and he starts rinsing out the bin but angles it just so and sprays water all over you.

“oops,” he frowns, glancing over your soaking shirt. “shame.”

“seonghwa? what the fuck?!” you shriek. “i can’t go out like this!” 

“what’d you do man?” wooyoung asks from behind you, but he’s out of both your minds by now.

“cmon, i have an extra shirt in my locker,” seonghwa says as he guides you by the hip. he looks over to wooyoung and says, “she’ll go out with you another night kid.”

“i could help her-”

“wooyoung,” you hiss, looking at him and trying to send a signal that the plan worked. he looks confused for a second, then it clicks. you wanted to rile seonghwa up the whole time, and that’s obviously worked, so wooyoung’s job here is done. he watches on proudly as seonghwa leads you to the back, and once he has you by the lockers you shrug him off. 

“ah, don’t be a baby,” seonghwa chides. “you set this up.”

“did not.”

“did too!”

“whatever,” you sigh while seonghwa shuffles in his locker. “just give me your shirt so i can go home. i need to wash this shit off me now.”

“no?” seonghwa says, standing as he hands you the shirt. he leans in closer to you as he speaks. “did you forget? you’re coming with me, kitten. now go change so we can leave without your nipples saying hi to everyone in the restaurant.”

-

the ride to seonghwa’s apartment was tense, mostly because he was trying to act like he’s not currently taking you home to rock your shit while that’s all you can think about. seonghwa was asking you about this new album by an artist you like, then he told you about a restaurant he tried that just opened by his house. meanwhile, you’re carefully watching the way his hand grips the steering wheel, or trying hard not to notice how nice his thighs look as he drives. 

“stop doing that,” seonghwa finally says, and your eyes snap to his face, your cheeks warm knowing that you got caught staring.

“stop doing what?”

“looking at me like you wanna fuck me.”

“but i do, that’s why i’m here.”

“yeah, but stop doing it,” he says sternly. “at least while i’m driving. it’s distracting. makes me wanna pull over and have my way with you right here.”

“i’m not opposed,” you start to say, and seonghwa’s hand falls to your thigh, giving it a warning squeeze.

“no,” he replies. “behave, it’s just a few more minutes.”

“you’re mean,” you mumble, slumping further into your seat.

“you like it,” he says with a smirk, and that finally shuts you up. seonghwa’s smile grows but he tries to hide it as he takes the turn for his street. you’ve never been to his place before, but just from friendly talk at work you always knew he lived on this side of town. it’s nice, you think. very clean cut neighborhood, a modern looking building that seonghwa stops in front of. it’s all very him, sleek and strong and nice to look at. the feeling of seonghwa’s hand leaving your thigh pulls you from your thoughts, and then he’s coming around to your side of the car to help you out. he keeps an arm around you as you walk into the building, on the elevator, and down the hall to his apartment. once the door’s open and he welcomes you inside, you’re met with a sight and a scent that reminds you of home. it envelopes you at the door and you take a deep breath, letting it out in a yelp when seonghwa surprises you with a kiss to your neck. “what are you doing?” he asks, continuing to kiss along your skin.

“smells nice in here,” you hum, “just admiring that i’m about to sleep with a guy that knows how to keep a clean apartment.”

“y/n please tell me you don’t usually fuck losers with stinky houses,” he says, pulling back from you slightly. 

“don’t say it like that,” you laugh, turning to look at him. he lets his arms drape around your waist, caging you against him. you rest your hands on his chest as you continue. “you know how hard it’s been for me to find a man.”

“good thing i’m right here,” he says with a smug smile, and you have to ignore the weird way your heart jumps at his words.

“so,” you say as you play with a spot on his shirt.

“so.”

“what are your rules?”

“hm,” he thinks for a moment. “go lay down on the bed, shirt off.”

“dang, you’re copying me now?” you tease, and a quick pinch to your ass sets you in motion. you pull back from seonghwa and ask, “where’s your room, boss man?”

“on the left,” he replies. “get comfortable.”

you take your time walking to his room, waiting until you’ve disappeared down the hall to pull your (seonghwa’s) shirt off and drop it on the floor outside what you assume is his room. you walk inside and that’s immediately confirmed by the clean bed, the tidy shelves with all of his collectibles you’ve heard about, and the smell. it smells like seonghwa, and you wander around the room, taking it in but also looking for the source of the sweet, fresh scent that follows him everywhere. you find some lotion and sprays over by his closet, and you’re caught snooping when seonghwa appears in the doorway. you hear him scoff, and you look up with his lotion in your hand.

“is this what you’ve been using lately?” you ask, and he nods.

“ok, i know i told you to get comfortable, but this isn’t what i meant,” he chuckles, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “at least you took your shirt off, you can sort of follow directions.”

“i’m working on it,” you assure him, and he pulls you closer to his body roughly. you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and you take in a breath at the touch.

“since you can’t do what i ask the first time, i’m changing my rules a little bit,” he whispers gravely into your ear. “lay down on the bed. now.” you do as he says, skin warming at the dark way seonghwa’s staring at you. you can tell something in him has changed, and you’re excited to see this side of him. he slowly takes his shirt off before joining you, climbing over you until his arms are beside your head and his bulge is level with your core. he quickly traps your lips in a kiss, one of his hands carding through your hair to clear it from your face completely. you easily fall into a rhythm, brushing your hands over his cheeks to cup his face above you as he explores your mouth. kissing him is nice, his lips are so soft and he’s so ready to devour you. you haven’t felt wanted like this in a long time, but the more you’re with seonghwa the more confident you feel.

“hey,” you say when he pulls away to take a breath. “you’re good at that.”

“what, making out?” he smiles, and you nod. you kiss him again, but he pulls away again. “i like when you tell me what i’m good at. say more stuff.”

“you’re good at driving me insane,” you start off.

“really? good or bad thing?”

“yes,” you reply, and he buries his face in your neck as laughs. “i like it though. like today at work, you were driving me crazy. but honestly? since you kissed me in the cooler i’ve been all tingly. you’re good at that too, making me feel things i’ve never felt before.” seonghwa places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up.

“ok, speaking of,” he starts. “i want to try something. i’ve done it before but i’m not sure if you have, and if you don’t like it, just tell me, i’ll stop, it won’t bother me-”

“hwa,” you cut him off. “just say it, i trust you.”

“can i tie you up?” he asks finally. “keep you from touching what’s not yours.”

“yeah, you can,” you whisper, your heartbeat picking up at the thought. seonghwa pecks you softly before getting up, heading to his closet to grab something from the top shelf. his hand emerges with silk restraints, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. 

“need you naked first,” he says, and you wait for him to make another move, but he just stays watching you. “y/n?” he asks darkly, “said i need you naked. are you that bad at doing what i say?”

“no,” you reply shyly, making quick work of your pants and the final few garments left on your body. when you take your panties off you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your pussy. it’s so wet that seonghwa can see it glistening from where he stands, and you watch as he literally licks his lips while he checks you out. once you’re fully undressed, you sit with your hands in your lap, waiting for seonghwa to tell you what to do next.

“can i tie your arms together?” he asks, and you nod. “what about your legs? can i tie them to the bed, or is that too much?”

“you’re kinky,” you say with an excited smile, and seonghwa blushes. “do whatever you want with me, if it’s too much i’ll tell you.”

“ok,” he says sweetly, and then he gets to work. he helps you lay down, starting with your arms. “hold them out for me, wrists together.” you do as he says, and he coos, “good girl.” he starts by wrapping the silk around your wrists a few times, checking the tightness before he moves to attach the silk to his headboard. once everything is secure, he kisses down your arms, over your shoulder, across your collarbone. he stops right below your chin to suck a love bite onto your skin, pulling away with your skin still trapped between his teeth. you mewl at the feeling, and he kisses further down your body, kissing down the valley of your chest and further down to your core. he ignores where you need him most, instead kissing down the inside of your thighs. he sits up again, pulling more silk from the end of the bed. “spread your legs for me,” he instructs, and you do as he says. he takes your right ankle in his hand, carefully wrapping it like he did with your wrists. he gets off the bed then, taking care to tie your restraint to the bed frame. he crosses the bed and does the same with your left leg, tugging just slightly to get you to open up for him more. once he’s satisfied with his work, he steps back and admires you all splayed out for him. he’s standing there too long for your liking, so you squirm, and he tsks. “can’t be patient? i’m enjoying the view.”

“it’s better up close,” you tell him. “promise.”

“is it?” he asks, and you nod as he climbs back onto the bed. he stops at your core, staring up at you from between your legs. you’re watching his every move, and with his eyes locked onto yours, he blows directly on your cunt, causing you to squirm again, but the ties hold you in place. you whimper, and seonghwa smiles like the devil himself. “what’s wrong?” he asks in mock concern, and you whine again. “use your words.”

“eat me out,” you beg.

“that’s all you wanted?” he asks, and you nod frantically. “don’t come until i tell you to,” he warns, and then he’s diving in. he latches onto your clit, sucking on it harshly and making you cry out. he licks down to your entrance, groaning at the taste, and he slips his tongue in to gather more of your arousal. he pulls back, licking his lips before he says, “how have i gone this long without tasting your pussy? it’s divine.”

“divine?” you laugh, but seonghwa’s tongue back on your clit quiets the rest of your smart remark.

“you’re cocky for someone tied up and at my mercy right now,” he says into your cunt, and the vibration sends a jolt through your core. “mm, i love how you react to me.”

“and how is that?”

“like no one’s touched you like this before,” he says before he spreads your lips and finds your entrance again. he loves the taste of you, alternating between playing with your hole and kitten licking your bundle of nerves. soon you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, and before you know it, seonghwa’s pulling back from you completely. 

“what, i-”

“i said you can’t come until i say,” he reminds you, and you let out a pathetic sound. “don’t whine, it’ll feel better in the end. are you still good though?”

“i’d be better if you let me come-”

“you talk too much,” he shakes his head, kneeling between your legs as he finishes undressing himself. he stands at the foot of the bed to kick his pants and his boxers off, stroking himself as he admires you before him, chest rising and falling rapidly and core dripping in the most sinful way possible. he walks to the side of the bed, cock still in his hand, and when he reaches your head he simply says, “suck.”

you turn to the side and open your mouth, welcoming him in as seonghwa leans against the bed to bury his cock down your throat. he groans at the familiar warmth, and you didn’t realize how badly you wanted this too. you try your best to bob on his cock, but all you can really do is hollow your cheeks and let seonghwa fuck your throat. you do your best to watch him above you, core clenching at the way he’s falling apart. he looks down and catches your eye, and he gets an idea. he leans down over you so that his hand can reach your clit, and he starts rubbing harsh circles over it as you work on his cock.

“keep your eyes on me,” he says, and you try to look up at him as best you can. “there she is. need to know when you’re close, keep watching me baby.” you moan at his words, jaw falling slack as his speed picks up on your clit. he slips out of your mouth, saliva and precum dribbling on your lips. his cock falls to your cheek, further making a mess of you, and seonghwa moans as he watches on in awe. he takes his free hand and uses it to guide his cock across your cheek, your tongue out to catch him, but he just makes a mess of you instead, his hand dipping down to your entrance to fuck two fingers into your core. “you look so good like this baby. i like it messy.”

“i’m,” you gasp, “i’m gonna come.” and then his hands are pulled from you completely, and he steps back from the bed altogether. you whine, arms tugging at your restraints to reach for him or to go to your core and finish what seonghwa started. he just chuckles at you struggling, reaching into his nightstand for a condom.

“i would ask you to put this on for me,” he says before tearing the package with his teeth, “but you’re a little tied up right now.”

“is that supposed to be funny,” you groan, mouth watering at the way seonghwa strokes himself before rolling the condom down his length. he finally lays on top of you again, and he kisses you deeply. your hands tug again, wishing you could run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, because he still feels so far away. you jolt in sensitivity feeling his cock at your entrance, and you let out a silent scream as he sheathes himself inside you.

“oh fuck baby,” he groans. “forgot how warm you are. shit.”

“you feel so good seonghwa. fit inside me so well.”

“like i was made for you,” he says, and you moan his name, causing a shiver to run down his spine. he slowly starts to build his pace, thrusting all the way out and all the way back in, but your restraints are so tight they hold you in place. seonghwa’s hand finds your clit again, and your legs start to go numb as he draws his name into your mound. you try to kick out, trying to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, but he’s always a step ahead of you, pulling out and leaving his hand on your waist as you gasp for air.

“please, seonghwa,” you beg, tears starting to form in your eyes. “i can’t take it, i need to come. please let me come, please. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

“you’ve done well,” he nods. “but you can take one more.”

“no i can’t!” you cry, and he shakes his head. 

“you can and you will,” and then he’s reaching back down to your core, slapping against your clit and watching gleefully as you jerk with the contact. when he stops, he dips his fingers back to your core, easily sliding three digits in. he scissors you slowly, stretching you for his cock once more, and he pulls at that soft spot inside you just right. you’re crying out, so close to the edge, if he would just press a little harder-

and then he’s pulling back from you again, your entire body shaking, arms and legs thrashing against your ties. tears are streaming down your face and you look at seonghwa, dried spit and precum on your cheeks. he could come just at the sight of you, but he decides you’ve had enough and fucks into you again. his pace this time is relentless, close to his own release. he doesn’t bother with your clit this time, knowing by the way you’re helplessly begging please over and over again that you won’t need much to fall of the edge this time. he tugs your chin up, silently asking you to look at him, and you admire the sweat dripping down his forehead and the way he looks at you like you own the world. you smile slightly through your tears, and seonghwa squeezes your chin in his hand.

“please,” you whisper, voice teary and eyes blurry. you watch a soft smile take over seonghwa’s features briefly before that dark look returns to his eyes.

“come with me baby,” he says. “come with me, now, you can do it, keep watching me-” and then you’re crying out, pussy spasming over his cock as he buries his load in the condom. your entire body is shaking, hands and feet going numb at the sensation. seonghwa stops moving, but you’re jerking with the aftershock of your orgasm, and he stills on top of you to give you time to come down. you remember feeling him pull out of you, and you remember the soft kisses he placed to your forehead as he untied your limbs, but after that you just remember feeling warm and at peace as you drifted off to sleep.

-

when you wake up the next day, your first thought is that you’re home in your bed. but a slight shift in your posture tells you you’re not alone, seonghwa’s long limbs tangled with yours under his plush blanket. your face warms as you remember what you did last night, and then your chest warms as you feel seonghwa’s arms pull you closer into his chest. 

“morning,” he grumbles into the back of your neck. “how’d you sleep?”

“fine,” you start. “but i feel like i’m wearing the world’s largest backpack right now.”

“hm, too bad,” he sighs, holding you even tighter. “‘m tired.”

“go back to sleep,” you tell him, reaching for the top of the comforter to peel it away from your body. seonghwa’s hand comes out quickly to stop you, softly trapping you in his embrace under the covers. 

“if i go back to sleep then so do you,” he says. “i owe you breakfast, so you have to stay.”

“no you don’t-”

“don’t argue,” he says before yawning. he stills again, and you think he’s drifted off when he speaks again. “you’re not gonna go back to sleep are you?” 

“no,” you laugh, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your bare shoulder. 

“fine,” he groans, untangling from you and laying on his back. you roll over to watch him, eyes following the way his muscles twist and contract as he sits up to stretch. “what do you want to eat?”

“french toast,” you reply immediately, and seonghwa smiles. “and coffee.”

“coffee i have, french toast i’ll have to order,” he says as he reaches for his phone.

“do you mind if i go make some then?” you ask, and he looks at you skeptically.

“you’re not trying to dip out on me are you?” he asks warily, and you smile.

“i’ll bring this with me to prove i’m coming back,” you say as you stand up, gripping the comforter around yourself to combat the cold of seonghwa’s apartment. “want me to turn the heat on?”

“please,” seonghwa begs. “my nipples are so hard they’re gonna freeze and fall off.”

“sexy,” you laugh as you look for some slippers or something to keep your feet warm before you leave. seonghwa watches on fondly while you shuffle around his room ridiculously. “so coffee?”

“i would tell you to make yourself at home but you’re good at doing that already,” he says. “everything you need is in the cabinet above the coffee maker, just yell if you need something.”

“gotcha,” you say as you slide yourself into the hallway, the comforter trailing behind you like a cape. seonghwa feels some type of way seeing you so comfortable in his space, using his things like your own. he tries to shake that feeling as he scrolls on his phone for the right restaurant. 

meanwhile, you’re nosing around in his kitchen. you found the coffee easily enough, but you got bored as you waited for it to brew. you start looking around his kitchen, noting the kind of snacks he has, counting up all the things he’s stolen from the restaurant (he has more than you do, which is impressive). you find yourself staring at what’s on his fridge, a collection of magnets from places he must have visited mixed in with some silly pop culture ones. you notice a little calendar too, and you realize quickly it’s got his work schedule on it. no, you don’t have his schedule memorized, but you do remember how often you see him in a week, so. shut up. but as you’re looking, you notice something else. on the days that he’s marked as working, every once in a while there’s a little star drawn down in the corner too. you wonder what that could mean when you hear seonghwa clearing his throat behind you.

“food should be here in 30 minutes,” he says simply, an eyebrow quirked as he watches you back away from his fridge like you totally weren’t just reading his personal calendar. then you notice that he’s fully dressed, sweats and a comfy sweater, and a chill runs down your spine.

“hey, you took away my favorite view,” you pout, and he chuckles as he walks up to you, holding out a pile of clothes. “these aren’t mine.”

“i know,” he says. “you came in your uniform, remember? the one i soaked?”

“cheeky.”

“it’s in the wash right now,” he says, ignoring you and pushing the clothes into your hands. “go change into this so you’ll stop shivering, you can change into your uniform when you leave for work. it should be done by then.”

“you want me to stay all day?” you ask, your heart picking up speed as you take the clothes from hwa.

“well, i mean, we woke up pretty late,” he starts, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment. “so it won’t be that long, i just, i figured that’s how long it would take for your uniform to dry. that’s all.”

“take a breath, hwa,” you laugh, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. “if i’m staying all day then i’m making you watch that show i told you about.”

“that’s fine,” he nods, and you start walking toward his room. “put my comforter back properly, please.”

“so bossy,” you call over your shoulder, and then you’re back in his room to change. the clothes he gave you are warm, did he toss them in the dryer? either way, you slide them on and then get to work making the bed. once you’re satisfied, or you at least think seonghwa would be satisfied, you head back to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. you find seonghwa leaning against the counter, and when he sees you dressed head to toe in his clothes he can’t help but smile. he’s been trying hard to figure out what it is that he feels for you, and the longer you stay here the more complicated his thoughts are getting. 

“i didn’t know how you take your coffee,” seonghwa tells you, gesturing to the mug of coffee he poured for you. he’s got creamer and sugar out next to it, but you take the warm cup and take a sip before deciding what to add. 

“do you have cinnamon?” you ask, and he thinks for a moment before he puts his mug down and turns to one of his cabinets. after messing around in there for a few seconds, he finds a measly container of cinnamon and passes it to you gently.

“can i say something?” he asks out of the blue, and you nod, encouraging him to continue as you stir your coffee. “you look hot in my clothes.”

“oh,” you cough, the sip you were in the middle of taking going down the wrong way. seonghwa rushes to your side, patting your back to help clear your throat. “thanks?”

“sorry if that was weird, i just-”

“what are we, seonghwa?” you ask, and he stops cold. “like, i don’t wanna go there, but i think we have to, right? i mean, you’ve been looking at me weird all morning, and i’ve been feeling things i don’t understand, and i know we like to fuck but...should it be more than that?”

“do you want it to be more than that?” he asks, and now you’re not sure what to say. “because, honestly, i’d be willing to try.”

“oh,” you squeak out. “al-alright.”

“alright?” he laughs. “that’s it? what do you want from this? no judgement, i swear.”

“what are those little stars for on your calendar?” you ask instead, and seonghwa’s face turns a precious shade of red.

“um, that’s for the days that we work together,” he answers, and you’re sure your face is so red it matches his now. “not sure why, but i look forward to those shifts for some reason.”

“hm, wonder why,” you say with a shy smile, sipping from your coffee to hide it. but seonghwa is still watching you, and you start again. “so you want to try...? try what exactly?”

“well, a lot of things,” he says suggestively, and you roll your eyes. “with you, obviously. but among them i think, maybe, a date?”

“that would be nice,” you agree, and seonghwa smiles proudly. 

“noted,” he nods. “i’ll think of something nice.”

“can’t wait.”

[ladymarycrawley]

Chelsea FC Nursery - Mason Mount

Request: Is so basically one day you got called in to work and no one could look after your daughter who is about 1 so mason has to take her in to work and at first she is scared of everyone but then she warms up to everyone by the end of the day she doesn’t want to leave

Warning: pure fluff 💕 (a lil bday gift for the loveliest @masterclassbaby 🌟)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​ @masterclassbaby​

Having a baby and having to deal with super busy working schedules wasn’t something ideal for newparents. Most of the time you succeeded in organizing everything perfectly: bath and feeding time, taking her to the doctors and everything in between but some other things got more complicated meaning you had to deal with unplanned surprises such as your boss unexpectedly calling you into work when it should have been your day off.

“You said you’d have been off today” Your boyfriend whined as his eyes were following you, rushing to get ready and have a decent look to get into work.

“Yeah baby, I know but that pain in the arse of my boss said he needed me asap” You huffed, struggling to put your wool sweater on and therefore swearing about putting your head in the wrong hole.

Mason bit on his lips as your frantic moves caused him to smile but he knew that seeing him smirking somehow amused would have gotten you on your nerves.

“What about Lyla? I’ve training…” He scratched the back of his neck, racking his brain to think about what to do with your baby girl: should he have called Lewis and asked him to look after his niece? 

“Fuck” You breathed out while swiftly checking if you got everything you needed in your bag. “I can’t take her with me, even though I’d love to” Lyla was sitting on the ground, peacefully playing with her toys, as you placed the look of love upon her.

“I guess I’ll came up with something” Mason muttered, holding your coat out for you to wear it as you were putting on your boots.

“Thanks” You addressed a little smile to your man, the man that never failed to make you feel loved. Gratefulness filled your heart during every moment you would spend with him, even during these harder time where those loving feelings could have been the last thing among your priorities.

You shared a quick peck before kissing Lyla goodbye. “I’ll see you tonight babies, love you!” 

“Bye! We love you!” He shouted back at you before closing the front door and looking at his daughter with a mixture of fear and hassle in his eyes.

“Okay bubs, what should I do with you? Mhh?” Mason clearly didn’t expect for his one year old baby to answer his question so the puzzled look she gave him elicited a laughter from him.

“Come here” That baby, the result of your love, was everything to him. He loved her to the moon and back and would have climbed the highest mountain in the world to see her smile.

“Mama?” Her little voice echoed in the room, calling for you.

“She had to go, baby, we’ll try to see if uncle Lewis can come over” Mason took his phone out of his pocket to dial his older brother’s number but he forgot he was out of town meaning he couldn’t have taken up his uncle and babysitter duties. He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. Things were harder than expected.

“Dada?”

“Cool…what should we do now?”

At that moment an idea came up to him like a genius stroke: he could have taken Lyla with him to Cobham so she would have plenty of babysitters who could look after her.

"Okay baby, you know what? Today you'll come to work with daddy, are you happy?" He was beaming with eagerness thanks to his idea, the best idea he could think of.

"Yes!" She squealed, wiggling her hands in the air happily, mostly to match the enthusiastic tone of her dad.

"You'll meet a lot of new friends, uncle Ben will be there…You'll love it" He tried to encourage her by listing all the cons about this new experience as he dressed her in an adorable grey tracksuit matching his own.

Lyla looked a little confused because, even being this young, she sensed that day wasn't going to be an ordinary one, most of all because her mum wasn’t there with her.

"Mummy?"

"She's at work, love, but she'll come back soon"

Even though she was definitely a daddy’s girl, she wanted to share that special day she was going to live with you but you weren’t there and that was kind of upsetting for your baby.

When Mason took his phone to dial Potter’s number to ask whether it was okay for him to bring his daughter to training, Lyla started trotting around the living room looking for you: she looked behind the sofa, underneath the cushions, under the table but you were nowhere to be found.

���Lyla love, what are you doing?”

“Mama”

If you listened closely you could hear Mason’s heart beat getting faster as he hated breaking his little one’s.

“You’ll see her in a couple of hours, sweetheart. You’ll have a lot of fun with dada!” He stated while preparing the tiny, pink glitter backpack with all her stuff.

At that moment, your doorbell rang and she lifted her head towards it expecting you to enter the house. It was uncle Ben instead, as Mason asked him to go to training together so the baby would have faced the new experience better but that wasn’t the case as she started crying when she realised it wasn’t her mum the one at the door.

“Hey princess, why are you crying? It’s me!” Ben asked, taking her in his arms and lifting her up in the air.

Mason huffed, shaking his head in despair as the last thing he wanted was making his child cry.

“She’s not happy about going to Chelsea nursery” Ben chuckled, kissing her temple sweetly.

“Nope, apparently not” Mason chuckled back, giving Lyla her dummy in the hope she would calm down a bit while holding her favourite plushie.

“Shall we go? We’re running late”

Mason nodded and put his training bag on his shoulder as he grabbed the pink bag with the other hand.

“You look so hot with the glitter bag” Ben teased him.

“Shut up, I drip too hard” Mason answered in kind, making his friend laugh out loud.

The two friends and teammates drove together to Cobham ready to train with the rest of the squad. The moment you got in the car Lyla stopped crying, looking out of the window quite intrigued about what the next destination would have been.

“We’re going to a beautiful place” Mason kissed her cheek, her big brown eyes looking all around while hugging her teddy bear tightly.

When they entered the training centre the first ones to welcome them were Kepa and Jorginho who grinned widely when their eyes fell on the baby girl in Mason’s arms.

“Look who’s here, hi baby girl” Jorgi took Lyla’s tiny hands in his.

“She seems a bit scared” Kepa giggled “hola guapa!”

“Yeah, she’s. Y/N got called into work and no one could stay home with her so I asked the gaffer if I could take her here” The Chelsea midfielder explained to his teammates.

“Dada” She moaned nuzzling in her dad’s neck.

“Daddy’s here, baby” He whispered into her ear as Ben smiled at her, brushing his hand against her leg affectionately.

"Oh there she is, our new staff member" Potter made his entrance in the room with that little joke about your baby.

"Yeah, thanks coach. She's a really quiet girl, I promise that"

"Yes, I just hope she's taken after her mother then" He moved closer to say hi to her but she got scared and nuzzled against Mason's neck once again. 

"She isn't anything like her father, mister" Ben joked, earning a glare from Mason as he really loved when people would notice the things he and his baby had in common instead of his best friend mocking him.

“Okay, I love having this little miss here with us but we should start working”

That was a good occasion for Mason to combine business with pleasure as he would train while keeping an eye on the most important thing he had, making some grimaces every now and then to make her laugh.

Once the training was over, all the Chelsea boys came to play with Lyla, Ben, Christian and Kepa in particular. The little girl already knew Mason’s football best friend but as soon as she met the American player she only had eyes for him: they laughed a lot together, even forgetting about her dad who was the love of her life.

Mason couldn’t have been happier about hearing his daughter’s careless laughters filling the room but he would have lied to himself if he would say that interaction didn't make him any jealous.

“Lyla love, it’s time to go home!”

“No!!” She protested, wiggling her tiny legs as she was playing hide and seek with the boys.

“Come on love, mummy would be home soon!” He tried to convince her by talking about her mummy, the most important woman of your lives.

“Come on Lyla, we’ll go on playing another day!” Christian tried to help Mason, giggling when she didn’t want to leave his hand.

“Well you forgot about your beloved dad rather quickly, you ungrateful child” Mason muttered as taking her in his arms, smiling against her temple before kissing it.

The whole Chelsea staff laughed at his joke before waving the loving baby their goodbyes.

"I'm home!" You sang before closing the front door behind you. The first thing you saw was your baby trying to "run" to you and it was the best, cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Hello baby! Come to mummy" You took her in your arms, peppering kisses all over her face.

Mason, who had the biggest grin ever hearing the two of you laugh wholeheartedly, made his way to you, to welcome you back.

"Look who's there"

"Hello mummy" He whispered against your lips, his voice a bit husky.

"Hello daddy" You replied to him in the same tone before giving each other a kiss.

"How was your day?"

"Tell mummy where did daddy take you"

"Where did you go??"

"To Cobham!"

"To - what?"

"Yeah, it was like take your children to work day"

"Mason" You glared at him, knowing full well that wasn’t the truth.

"I had no choice, Y/N as nobody could come and look after her"

"We should start looking for a babysitter" You sighed, placing your baby back on the ground. 

"No way"

"How dared you take my baby in that place?" You chuckled, placing your coat back on the hanger.

"We met a lot of new people and there was also uncle Ben!" Mason sounded way more excited than Lyla really was or should have been, from her dad's point of view.

Your daughter still had that look of confusion on her face, her eyes kind of tired and puffy from the amount of emotions she experienced that day. You smiled looking at her, taking her back in your arms.

"It was a busy day, wasn't it baby?" You cooed in her ear as she rubbed her little fist against her chocolate brown eyes, the same as her dad.

"Bedtime princess! Come on, let's go" Mason stated with his arms out for you to pass her to him.

"Did you already have dinner?"

"Yep, we ate some pasta daddy made and we watched a film we've never saw: Frozen" He rolled his eyes and said the last part of the sentence feigning annoyance with her baby watching the same cartoon over and over again.

"Oh really?" You answered giggling.

"Have you ever seen it? It's good actually"

"How many times did you watch it this week?" You asked, your mouth at the corner of his lips.

"That must've been the seventh time this week" He muttered smirking, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled as your gaze laid on your baby yawning.

"Good night, baby. Mummy loves you so much" You pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting her go with her dad upstairs.

While he was tucking Lyla in, you changed into your warm and soft pajamas, a big smile on your face as you couldn't have imagined a better life for you to live with such special people by your side you were lucky to call yours.

Mason came back in less than ten minutes, smirking. 

"What's that face for?"

He shrugged and hugged you from behind.

"She wanted her mama to sleep with her, I told her you were coming so she closed her eyes and started snoring one minute after"

You chuckled, your fingers grazing his forearms in soothing circles.

"You tricked her"

"It's for her good"

Mason pressed a kiss right under your jaw, making you shiver "Plus I needed her mama too…"

You turned to face him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You missed me?"

"You have no idea" He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I always miss you. I really wanted you to see her becoming friend with Christian and all the other lads…I think she has a soft spot for him"

"I missed you too…well, she's good taste, I guess she's taken from me" You blinked, clearly referring to you liking Mason.

"I guess, but I feel betrayed. I have to be her prince"

His line as a jealous father, madly in love with his daughter, made you chuckle, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.

"You'll always be her prince but let's say metaphorically"

It was his turn to laugh as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your vanilla conditioner he loved before pressing a kiss on your nape.

"You've a point there"

The two of you stayed like that in silence for while, Mason’s hands squeezing your hips and moving them along your back. 

"But I'll always be your prince, right?"

"Always" You trailed your lips along his stubble quite teasingly. You thought all those dad duties made him look even hotter than he already was so being away from him all that time was pure torture.

Sharing some intimate moments for the two of you had gotten more difficult since the birth of your princess but you always made sure to have some it was during moments like that where she was asleep in her own bed, that you knew you should have seized the opportunity. Mason started sucking on your neck’s sensitive skin as a sound which was something in between a laughter and a moan escaped your lips.

When his fingers slipped inside your pajama bottoms, Lyla’s cry got your attention and made you jump.

“Lyla’s crying” You whined, worried about your baby but also a bit annoyed with her worst timing.

Mason huffed and kept his hands to himself. “Hold on baby, daddy’s coming!” He shouted on his way to her bedroom “We’re just trying to give you a sibling, you could show some respect” He muttered out loud, knowing that would have made you laugh.

“Mase!!” You called his name with the intention of scolding him but the laugh his line and his bothered face caused you, made your intention fail.

[carmsgarms]

just wanna hug you for the jkr post bc my former friends made me feel insane for not validating their continued engagement 💜

Bestie listen youve unzipped me and im about to go off. Harry Potter was my entire life until she literally couldn't shut the fuck up about trans women being perverts and infiltrators. I was a lonely neurodivergent weirdo and Harry Potter brought me solace as a kid. I read each of the books at least 7 or 8 times, that shit is INGRAINED in my brain. One of my best friends of 10+ years is my friend today because the first thing we bonded over was seeing the last HP movie. I used to be deadset on my 2nd tattoo being my pottermore wand with my hogwarts house. I wanted a fucking HP-themed wedding. The first funko pops I bought were Harry Potter ones. My first serious boyfriend told me he wanted to propose to me in front of Hogwarts castle (this was something he said to guilt trip me when i dumped his ass) ((also thank the gods that never happened he was a shithead and so is jkr)). My mom for some godforsaken reason let me help her name my youngest brother when he was born because she couldn't think of a name and my 10yo ass fuckikg picked DANIEL because of Daniel Radcliffe. I was in DEEP.

And you know what? Aside from the books I camped out to buy on release day and the DVDs that are crammed in a box somewhere in a storage unit, I have gotten rid of every single Harry potter thing I owned because I grew the fuck up and found better things to like. Sure I'll watch the DVDs again every few years to feel the nostalgia again because a good chunk of the cast are great people (we fucking stan Dan Radcliffe and David Tennant in this house ) but I'm not giving jkr another cent of my money or an inkling of my time beyond that.

You are so valid and you are allowed to be upset if your friends continue to engage with Harry potter content.

Anyone who days "uwu my nostalgia" ask them if they still sleep with their fucking baby blanket too.

My former boss wouldn't shut the fuck up about the new video game when it came out. At least once a week he'd ask me if I'd played it yet and every single time I would tell him "I'm not engaging with that franchise anymore. JKR uses money to fund anti-trans legislation." And he'd always spout some bullshit about nostalgia or "but it's SO good" or "yeah I just try to separate the art from the artist / oh but the devs who worked hard on the game! / but playing the game doesn't actually support her! (yes the fuck it does if the game does well it boosts her platform)"

And especially now that my wife has come out, I'm extra ready to fight the next grown person who tells me they ~separate the art from the artist~ like fuck off. There are better things to spend your time and energy on. I hope everything JKR makes flops hard. Everything shes done since the last movie has been a disgusting cash-grab and none of it is even good. I'm beyond thrilled that BG3 has had a wild runaway success and a longer-lasting player base than the fucking game she put out. Nothing has ever disappointed me more than JKR being the way that she is.

Oh but the lore and world building? The ability to make your own character in such a fun and magical immersion world?bDnd has better lore than Harry potter ever did and the lore adds up and makes sense. If you look at her shit beyond the surface level she is actually fucking TERRIBLE at world building especially when she tries to do it without being a fucking racist ((does anyone remember when early drafts for the American magic schools that were using Native American imagery and it was all REALLY FUCKING OFFENSIVe and let's also not forget "no-maj" being the least fucking creative thing she ever came up with)

"But my hogwarts house" PLEASE choose a better Personality.

I have more nostalgia for Avatar the Last Airbender these days since i got into that when it first started airing when i was 12 (and look if you're really into the fuckin houses as your Personality you can get that with ATLA! Water tribe forever bitches)

"But the characters!!!" Please. There are better characters ALL AROUND YOU. pick up a fucking comic book. Yknow Superman actually has a similar structure, he's got the nerdy Normal friend and the love interest and it's a goddamn shame none of the movies include his bestie Jimmy because he's just as important as Lois Lane is.

"But all the strong female characters!" It is 2024 please I beg you to find other female role models (I will again point to Avatar the Last Airbender and Literally Any Comic Book Featuring A Woman. Captain Marvel is actually really good. Battlestar Galactica is also chock full of strong female characters and that came out in the early 2000s!)

Bestie i genuinely feel bad for all the fucking white people who can ignore all the bullshit JKR has done and said and all those sad saltine cracker flavor type people whose entire personalities are Watching The Office and Enjoying Harry Potter And Star Wars. Grow up. Move On.

If it's that important to you (and i mean the general you here not you specifically), please do what I did and Marie Kondo that part of your life. You don't need to hold onto the safety blankie you had as a child. You don't have to hold onto the pair of shoes that got you through high school and are out of fashion and falling apart. You give it a sendoff. Say "thanks for getting me through that part of my life but I'm moving on" and you move the fuck on.

I did something really sappy for my 30th birthday - I said goodbye to the franchise. I mourned what could have been. I went to Universal studios ((also bc Simpsons land and fast and furious ride and ET and a bunch of other stuff are there)) but I stopped into Harry potter world to do everything once and say goodbye to that part of my life since it was something I had wanted to do for most of my youth, and my friend who i became friends with because of harry potter was there with me. We drank the fucking pumpkin juice, had breakfast at the three broomsticks, appreciated all the little easter eggs around hp world, rode the hagrid ride, and ate a chocolate frog I wore my trans rights shirt and dressed gay as hell, my friend is trans so he just ~existed blissfully~ . I think every Harry potter fan needs to acknowledge that the franchise was good for them in the 90s, mourn that part of their life, and move on.

Bonus: me being Gay as Fuck in front of the castle. I hope JKR fucking rots and fades into obscurity and people come to realize she's worse than HP Lovecraft.

[lovesickonmybed]

some nights they get so bad you almost pick up the phone | (3/?)

chapter two | masterlist

eddie munson x OC | word count - 3025

summary | a surprise visit at work leads to a drunk phone call

warnings | violence, swearing, underage drinking, abandonment, allusions to self harm and child abuse, sexual content, and dark thoughts.

a/n | this chapter got really dark so sorry in advance. listen to g.i.n.a.s.f.s. by fall out boy while reading.

taglist | @lelenikki , @bimbobaggins69

I wake up falling out of my bed as my alarm clock goes off. Fuck. I totally forgot I worked today. I peel myself up off the floor and turn off my alarm clock. I grab a patchwork button down and a pair of dark blue jeans to wear to work today. I go to my bathroom and put my hair into two braids and do some light makeup. I work at a bookstore two miles from my apartment and I bike to work every shift. I grab my bike lock and put it into my backpack along with my wallet and my cassette player and headphones. I put some tapes in my bag too. I grab my blue bike helmet and start biking to work. On my way there a car pulls up near me, keeping the same speed. The passenger throws something at me but thankfully I dodge it, they yell, “SLUT!” before speeding off. “What the actual fuck?” I mumble to myself as I keep biking. I arrive at work with no more incidents and lock my bike up outside the shop. 

I walk inside and greet my manager before putting my stuff up in the back and grabbing my name tag. My job is usually pretty quiet, a majority of the people who come in are looking for a book for school or are some nice more nerdy types who want some recommendations. It’s clearly going to be slow today so I tune the radio to the rock station and grab a copy of Carrie by Stephen King. I've read it like a million times but it never gets old. I hum along to the radio until my boss brings me some books to re-shelve. I take the cart and start going around to re-shelve the books. I’m in the romance section when I feel myself get shoved back against the shelves. The air is knocked out of me and a hand covers my mouth. I open my eyes and I’m face to face with Billy Hargrove. Shit.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I sure missed you,” He smirks.

Panic rises in me, and my palms sweat, my hands beginning to shake. My eyes are wide with fear and my brows furrow with worry. Billy has his hand on my hip pinning me to the shelf, I can already tell it’ll bruise. I speak despite his hand covering my mouth, “Y-You’re hurting me, Billy,” My words muffled by his hand.

“I know I am. Y’know, it wasn’t very nice of you and that freak to humiliate me like that, sweetheart,” he says before removing his hand from my mouth. He plays with my hair, twirling it around before sharply tugging on it. I wince in pain and squeeze my eyes shut. 

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t know he was going to do that, I swear!” I try to defend myself.

He shoves me back harder, my head coming into contact with the shelf painfully, I groan in pain and rub the back of my head. 

“I honestly don’t give a shit, I need you to give your little lover boy a message for me. Can your pathetic little brain handle that, sweetheart?” He asks.

“He doesn't even like me. Why don’t you tell him yourself?” I spit back.

He grabs my hair at the root and holds it tightly and painfully, “You’re going to give him the message or I’ll make your sad excuse of a life even worse than it already is, got it bitch?”

Tears prick my eyes as I nod, “G-Got it.”

He smiles wide, “Good. Tell him that if he ever fucks with me like that again I’ll carve up more than his locker next time. Maybe next time it’ll be you, sweetheart.” 

My breath hitches in my throat and I gulp, “I-I’ll tell him.”

“Good, I would hate to hurt a pretty little thing like you,” he smirks before walking off. 

I don’t relax until I hear him leave through the shop door. I run to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup, and to see how my hip is doing. When I look in the mirror, my jaw drops in shock. I have mascara running down my face and my hair is messy as hell. I fix my hair and wipe off the tears. Then I go into a stall to look at my hip, there’s already a small bruise forming from how hard he was grabbing me. “Fuck…” I mumble. I lay my head back against the stall wall and sigh.

I walk out of the bathroom and make a beeline to my manager, “Hey um, I hate to ask, but can I use the office phone for a personal call? It’s really really important, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

He looks at me with concern but nods, “Of course Viv, go ahead, honey.” I thank him and then head into the office and dial the number I’ve had memorized for years. My mouth goes dry as it rings, it goes on for a while and I worry he might not pick up. But finally he does.

“Munson residence, what is so damn important that you have to interrupt my campaign?”

I’m too nervous to speak at first but I stutter out, “P-Please don’t hang up. Billy just came to my work and I-”

“Vivian? What the fuck are you calling me for?” He whisper yells into the phone.

“Please, just let me explain! I wouldn’t call you just for shits and giggles. Billy just came into my work and told me to tell you that if you fuck with him again, then he’s gonna carve up more than just your locker. He threatened me too and thanks to him I’ve got a pounding headache and bruise on my hip,” I rant.

I hear Eddie sigh into the phone, “Seriously?”

“Why would I make something like this up? I can come over and show you the bruise myself!”

“I don’t want to see you,” Eddie says abruptly.

I say nothing back; I don’t even know what to say. I feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

“J-Just watch your back…you know what he’s capable of. Okay?” I say before hanging up, my voice wavering as I speak. It’s clear in my voice that I’m on the verge of tears. I collect myself before going back out and thanking my manager for letting me use the phone.

I go back to restocking the shelves and keep my eye out for anyone else who plans on coming in to fuck with me. I’m on edge the whole day, I spend my entire lunch break in the back to avoid everyone. I continue to read Carrie as I eat my lunch. She’s always been one of my favorite book characters. I relate to her anger and her isolation. Whenever I read the book, I feel protective over her, if people treated me like that everyday I’d snap too. 

When I go back out after my lunch I notice the store is pretty busy, I help customers find books and ring them up once I help them make their selections. The rest of my shift is pretty busy as I assist customers and re-shelve books. Finally, at 7pm my shift is over and I grab my stuff out of the back before saying bye to my manager for the night. As I unlock my bike, I see my back tire is slashed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I yell. I kick the post that’s nearby and regret it immediately as sharp pain shoots through my foot. “FUCK!” 

I gather myself and start walking back home with my bike in the dark. I stay far off from the road so I don’t risk getting hit. I take an hour to walk back home and when I get home, I’m a sweaty pissed off mess. I lock my bike up even though I know nobody is gonna steal it with a giant fucking hole in the tire. I swear if I knew how I’d put a goddamn hex on Billy Hargrove. 

“Mom! I’m home!” I yell as I walk into the apartment. I set my bike helmet by the door and unpack my backpack. My mom isn’t home like I had hoped she was. I see a note on the fridge and sigh. ‘Going to be gone for a week, I left money for Pizza. Aunt Gina is sick.’ I groan and grab the money off the counter to order some pizza. I call and place an order before getting comfortable on the couch and turning on a horror movie, I’m cuddled up into a blanket when the phone rings. It scares the shit out of me and I go flying off the couch. Horror movies may not scare me too badly but loud sounds definitely do. Once I get up off the floor, I run to the phone to answer.

“Hello?”

“Viv?” Holy shit, it’s a voice I haven’t heard in forever. Veronica Ecker has called me.

“Y-Yeah? Um yeah it’s me, it’s Viv,” I ramble.

“I don’t know what the hell happened last night but stay away from Eddie. He’s talking about Billy Hargrove having it out for him and I swear to god if you don’t get that asshole to back off of Eddie then I’ll have it out for you!” Before I can even try to respond she slams the phone down, hanging it up immediately. I groan and pull at my hair. 

“How do I manage to make everyone in Hawkins hate me, jesus fucking christ?!” I throw myself back down onto the couch and scream into a pillow until I can feel my rage subside. I get up off the couch and make my way over to the liquor cabinet and thank the lord that my mom doesn’t care if I drink. I make a rum and coke that’s definitely more rum than anything and drink it as I watch the movie, waiting for the pizza to arrive. I don’t know how I fucked things up so young, if I hadn’t gone to seek revenge over something so stupid I still could’ve had friends, could’ve actually had Eddie by now, instead I have a bottle of rum and a lonely ache that fills my bones. Sometimes I wonder if my dad had known how badly of a fuck up I’d be and that’s why he left, maybe I was already a fuck up as a kid. My grades weren’t great, I didn’t have many friends, I guess he knew I’d never get better, I’d just be a loser forever. I inherited his eyes, his anger, his love for the bottle. I wonder if he ever felt like this, if he left because he felt he wasn’t good enough. My mom never gave me his actual reason so I let my mind wander. I wonder if life is always this empty, this lonely, this cruel. I go to take another sip of my drink but the doorbell rings. Pizza’s here. 

Most nights when I plan to get drunk I unplug my phone from the wall, I don’t trust myself to not call somebody I shouldn’t, but Eddie hates me even more now, Billy Hargrove wants me dead, and me simply leaving my house is social suicide so it’s not like I have much left to fuck up. I let myself stop caring, stuffing my face with pizza and washing it down with rum, not exactly my dream combination but who cares. With half the bottle gone it doesn’t take long for me to pick up the phone. My anger seeps out when I drink, but so does my sadness. I dial Eddie’s phone number; I know he’ll be up, he always is at this hour. The phone rings and rings until he finally picks up.

“Munson residence, who the fuck is calling at 2am?” He answers, angrily. 

I smirk, I love that I’ve pissed him off, “Hey Eds. Miss me yet?” I laugh into the phone, taking another swig from the bottle.

“Jesus christ, what the hell do you want?” He asks. I know he’s rolling his eyes, I’m shocked he didn’t hang up as soon as he heard me honestly.

“Well, your good friend Ronnie called me up earlier. She didn’t sound too happy with me, thinks I sicked Hargrove on you like some junkyard dog. You didn’t tell her what a gentleman you were at the lake?” I tease. I’m fed up, I can’t hide it anymore. I’m angry at him, I’m angry at Billy, I’m angry at everyone.

“She called you?” He sounds confused.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell her to get her fucking facts straight before threatening me, we both know I could take her in a fight anyway,” I’m slurring my words letting whatever pops into my head simply spill out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighs, “Viv, are you drunk right now?” 

“So what if I am? I’ve got nothing better to do right now and rum doesn’t taste too bad after a few sips,” I giggle. 

Eddie sighs into the phone again, “How much have you had tonight?”

“Jesus christ, what are you my dad? Y’all both left anyway,” I mumble that last part.

Eddie goes silent. 

“Sorry,” I hiccup. I feel sad again, I know I said something I shouldn’t have.

“Why’d you call me, Viv?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know…I don’t…” My voice trails off.

“I’m sorry, that Ronnie threatened you,” he says. 

“It’s fine, I deserved it. It’s my fault we’re even in this shit. I shouldn’t have taken that dare,” I say sadly, I take another sip and curl into myself on the couch.

“It’s not your fault. Billy got what he deserved, well less than what he actually deserves. I made the choice to help you, I don’t regret it.”

I furrow my brows in confusion, “Why not? You haven’t spoken to me since the first day of Junior year. You hate my fucking guts, Eds.”

“No, I don’t. I-I…it’s all complicated, okay?” He sounds genuine, he sounds soft, it confuses me.

“You should. You should hate me. I-I’m a fucking disaster, I-I…I’m a shitty friend, I’m selfish, I’m angry…so goddamn angry all the time. I don’t like my friends, or well, ex-friends now I guess since they’re all groupies for that mullet wearing fuck. They’re so mean to you and your Hellfire friends, I-I try to get them to stop but they don’t care what I have to say…I-I could’ve tried harder to stop it, but I didn’t I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry I slept with Tommy too. I just…when I saw you that night with Nicole I couldn’t take it. She was so fucking cruel to me…and you…you slept with her anyway, you let her take your goddamned virginity Eddie! Why? Huh? God, I know she was your type but you couldn’t have picked someone else? Literally anybody-fucking-else!” I yell into the phone, letting my anger get the best of me. There are tears running down my face as I’m brought back to that night.

“I’m sorry for yelling, I’m sorry for calling you. I-I should go…” I mutter.

“Don’t! J-Just stay on the phone with me, okay? You shouldn’t be alone like this,” he says.

I cry harder, “I shouldn’t be with you when I’m like this either…I talk too much, let too much out. I should keep it in, keep the peace…”

“Fuck that, let it out. You’ve got a lot you wanna say to me, right? Go ahead, let me have it,” He chuckles into the phone.

“I try not to be angry in front of other people, I’ve got my fathers temper y’know…” I laugh dryly, wiping away my tears.

“I’m not much better and you know that, I can take it,” he replies.

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“But I will, so start talking.”

“Why’d you fuck her, Eds?” I ask, laying back on the couch and waiting for a response.

“Do you want to know the truth?” He sounds hesitant.

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

“I…I thought that if I slept with her, if I let her get her story for her friends, that she’d lay off you. I didn’t like her…at all…and she was awful in bed, by the way.”

I laugh into the phone, “Was she really?”

“The worst, I swear she thought porn was the standard, I thought I’d have to gag her because of how over the top her moans were,” he laughs.

“Fuck…Tommy wasn’t good either. Well…I mean I didn’t really get to feel if he would’ve been or not…fuck I can’t believe I’m telling you this but, he umm,” I snort with laughter at the memory, “He was fucking my thighs the whole time thinking it was my vagina.”

I hear Eddie fall off of his couch and howl with laughter, he takes a good minute to catch his breath, “S-So you’re telling me that he didn’t even fuck you? Like…he just fucked your thighs like some virgin who’s never taken an anatomy class or been with a woman?” He laughs.

“Pretty much.”

“Holy shit…the other guys you’ve been with, I mean there had to be more than just Tommy, they’ve made you cum right?” He asks. 

I bite my lip and run my hands through my hair, “Like two of them have, yeah.”

“Not enough guys are getting you off correctly, you need someone who knows what they’re doing…” He’s doing his DM voice, the voice that had me clenching my thighs every time he’d speak at a session.

“Y-Yeah…” My mouth feels dry, my face is hot, and there’s a familiar ache between my thighs.

“Fuck it’s getting late, get some sleep, you’re gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

“Shit, don’t remind me,” I groan.

He laughs and the ache between my thighs gets even worse, “Seriously though, get some sleep…I’m glad you called me.”

I could scream, I never thought I’d hear him say that, “Yeah…me too…goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, Viv.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

You know you have to fix it now Ash

(following on this glorious angst waterfall Vee wrote!)

-

It is cold. It's fucking freezing out here. This place plays tricks on you, warm enough that he sweats in long sleeves sometimes in daylight but shivers without a coat at night.

He doesn't care. It doesn't fucking matter anyway. What else is he going to lose? A toe? A foot? He could lose his entire fucking leg and he wouldn't even mind. He already lost everything once.

What's the worst that can happen if the worst has already happened?

There's an answer to that. Losing the first person to give a shit about him since then. The worst part is that it's his own fault, too. He was having a nightmare. Robert was going after one of the others with a hammer and when he was done, Jameson could still hear her weeping as Robert went up the stairs. In the dream, he'd been lying on the couch, too. And he couldn't move an inch.

Then Robert had touched him and said, Your turn. Time to put the dog out of its misery. There was blood on the hammer, blood and... other parts of a person. When his eyes opened, he saw Robert leaning over him, and the knife is always there. He didn't know.

He didn't know.

Safer to throw insults and accusations, to get Taron off the scent of the nightmare itself. Safer to, to maybe hope it would be that - maybe Taron did want to fool around on the couch while Zizi slept upstairs. Jameson would let him do whatever he wanted. He can show how grateful he is. He can prove it.

He wants to.

But Taron has been safe. Someone Jameson could dream about, think about with his eyes closed and sliding his hand into his pants in the dark when they've gone to bed. He can do that and know it would never happen.

So why...

Why did it feel safer to hope Taron did want that, instead of admitting he was scared? Just... afraid of the shit in his own brain.

Whatever. He was going to ruin this eventually anyway. Everybody wants something, for a kindness. Nobody is nice for free. And Jameson only has the one thing to trade, and it's the one thing Taron didn't want. Eventually he would stop being a novelty or something fun to help and it would have ended like this.

His toes tingle inside the boots Taron gave him, crunching in roadside gravel and debris. Nobody on the road - it isn't even dawn yet. Some dog barks somewhere in the distance and Jameson hunches further into himself, hoping it stays in the distance. He doesn't like dogs. Well, not many.

The sky is clear and empty, an explosion of stars above his head. He's been walking for an hour but the dim orange glow of the city is still a long way away. Here, he can see everything. Wind rustles through grass. The dog barks again, echoing, bouncing around the landscape.

He left the knife, he realizes. Dropped it when he ran. He hasn't got a weapon, nothing defensive but his fists. And he's a shit fighter.

Fuck it.

He can get another fucking knife. Taron can have it. Something to remember him by.

Some part of him had hoped, like a stupid child, that Taron would come after him in his truck, heater running, and ask him to come back. But nothing. And... This was a step too far. He's hurt someone now. Someone who just wanted to help.

Jameson is just so fucking tired of trying to survive alone, but thanks to his own bullshit it's the only choice he has.

By the time he makes it to the first suburban neighborhoods, the nearly rural outposts that ring the city, he's barely shuffling his feet. The sun is rising, and his fingers are so cold they feel warm again. The sun is rising, and still...

He has work. Jameson was supposed to help out today. Now he'll have a bandage on his arm and he'll tell them how fucking dangerous I am. There'll be a picture of my face saying I'm not welcome anymore, taped right in the door. Assaulting the boss. Hurting-... my friend, maybe. Fucking idiot.

A bitter laugh finds its way out of him, and he sinks boneless and aching down to sit on a curb, head in his hands.

He's crying and he isn't sure how long he's been crying for. But he can't seem to stop. He cries as quietly as he can, while the sun wipes out every hint of the starlight. Eventually, he sees a man come out of a house on the phone and Jameson gets hurriedly to his feet and shuffles away as fast as he can. He isn't stupid enough to wait for the cops to show up and ask to see his wrist.

He finds a soup kitchen to eat at, taking toast and butter and some bitter weak instant coffee. There's even some scrambled eggs, hard and rubbery and, possibly, not even actually made of eggs. He eats it all, red-eyed and still sniffling. The other guys at the table call him ugly and ask how he got the scar on his face.

I trusted a nice girl who said she'd buy me dinner. I didn't know any better. I thought people would help me. I thought I might deserve help.

He just grunts.

One of the people working the soup kitchen is that woman Taron is friends with. Flannel over a Tshirt, jeans, long brown hair in a braid going gray. She greets him cheerfully. He can't tell if she recognizes him or if she just talks to everyone this way. If she does know him, she doesn't show it. Just dishes him out seconds on eggs and offers him a blueberry muffin for the road, plus a little pack of Kleenex 'for your allergies'.

He recognizes the simple act of kindness - letting him keep his tears for himself - but for a second he has no idea how to reply. Then, he mutters, "Thanks," and turns away. His feet hurt like hell. He needs somewhere to crash.

There's a shelter attached to the soup kitchen. They don't have any beds but say he can nap on a couch for a couple hours. He takes them up on it, curling around his backpack - the one Taron gave him, full of supplies just in case, because he knew Jameson is shit and would need to be kicked out one day - so nobody can steal it.

While he dozes, Nat steps into the kitchen to wash dishes and crooks her phone against her ear. She smiles at the deep voice that answers. "Hard night, huh? No, T, you sound fine. Just asking because... Did something happen with your stray? Well, cause I just served him breakfast, and he doesn't look great. What? I'm volunteering over at Hope's Voice today, there's some kids showing up lately they wanted me to talk to. But... Yes, Taron, he ate. But tell me what happened, because he looks a mess and you don't sound much better..."

[femmmie]

THE ISLAND

Chapter 5: The agent

Tommy knows something's not right when he arrives at the office.

(Author's note: at this point I had no clue how I was ever going to write 25k words! But being true to my obnoxiously optimistic self, I just figured it would be fun to wrote from the perspective of one of the sidecharacters in the story, being Tommy. So just like AR Smosh he got promoted from crew to cast xD also, when you're writing Tommy, you can't not write Spencer. And Spencer couldn't not be Chosen coded. And the Chosen was exactly what the story needed! So if you ever are stuck in a story, you could try a perspective change! It worked for me x3)

Chapter word count: 907

Rating: general

Tommy was always the first in at the office. He’d unlock the main entrance, put on all the lights, turn on the less than stellar coffee machine…

But today was different.

He sensed it as soon as he saw the door. It didn’t look right. Upon further inspection, he saw some scratches near the lock that weren’t there before.

“What the...”

Should he call the boss? Should he call the cops?

But something defiant took over in him. He took pride in being first every morning, for doing his job well and being considered for a raise.

Tommy always had to work a little harder than everyone else just to get by. Because if he was being honest with himself, his heart was somewhere else. He actually didn’t even want this job, however, he needed the money. He definitely worked to live, instead of living to work. He much rather spend all his time composing and playing music, watching Dance Moms or liking cute mens’ pics on Instagram. And he had a talent for finding viral social posts.

But what’s a guy to do? He for sure wasn’t going back to his bartender era. He needed to use his brains, or he’d die of boredom.

Tommy had basically begged Pressalike to start a social media account, but they always said no. It frustrated him a little bit, but he understood. They weren’t a media company, but a bio-engineering lab. Still, there was so much fun stuff he could share about it! The beautiful colors of the vials, the succulents being strengthened to weather literally any storm and most fires…

He'd also really like to take pictures of Anthony, his fucking model-looking colleague…

He tentatively stepped into the building.

“Oh boy, this is bad…”

Everything in the entrance hall was smashed. Someone had absolutely ransacked the place. Tommy started to run towards the labs. Would his projects still be intact? He opened every door in the long, solemn hallway.

“Thank God…” He panted.

The water containers were untouched. He walked inside, checking the algae. Anthony had taken over this project, but Tommy was still going to keep an eye on it. It all looked fine.

He was about grab his phone, when he finally noticed the person who had been following him from the entrance hall.

“Are these the cyanobacteria?” A soft, almost funny sounding voice asked him. Tommy turned around.

“Who are you?!”

“I’m FBI,” the guy showed a badge. Tommy was too scared to see straight and check it.

“FBI? What are you doing here?”

The agent was dressed in all black, with shades and everything. He looked really… hot. He had curly hair, a cute body, not really what Tommy would imagine an FBI agent would look like. Wait, why was he getting distracted! This could still be some kind of criminal!

“There might be a dangerous hydrosol pathogen in this lab. I’m here to destroy it before it gets into our water systems. You know, like in Deus Ex.”

“I can assure you, there are no dangerous pathogens anywhere in this lab! We’re working on carbon hypercapture, not viruses!”

“Still, just to be sure…” the agent aimed at one of the containers.

“No!” A voice came from behind Tommy. It was Anthony. He lunged at the agent and the two guys started to fight.

“Anthony! What are you doing!”

“He can’t get his hands on this!”

“On what?!”

“Our project!”

“He’s FBI! Why are you fighting him?!”

“Because, Tommy- argh! I’ve not been honest with you!”

The agent now sat on top of Anthony, arm around his neck.

Tommy felt helpless. “Please, just give up! He’s going to kill you!”

But Anthony regained the upper hand. But just as he climbed on top again, the agent shot the tank.

“No!”

Anthony stopped fighting.

“Everything is ruined now!”

“Please, mister FBI, I mean, what- what’s your name?” Tommy wanted to plead for Anthony’s life. They might not be best friends and Anthony might have done something illegal, but he was still his colleague.

Strangely, the FBI agent softened up a bit. Maybe he didn’t find it necessary to detain Anthony, now that his mission was complete. He looked at Tommy and took off his glasses. He had dark gray eyes. Tommy had never seen eyes that beautiful.

“I’m Spencer Agnew. What’s your name?”

“T- Tommy Bowe. Not the rugby player.”

“I can see that, haha. I mean, you do look nice.”

Tommy couldn’t handle this guy’s timbre, everything he said sounded like he was telling you a joke. But at the same time, Tommy was mesmerized by Spencer’s dark, wayward curls.

“You look very nice as well… I’m so sorry, I had no idea that we did anything illegal…

“It’s okay, you obviously didn’t have anything to do with it. I’ll take your colleague into questioning late- Um, where is he?”

Anthony was gone.

Tommy thought hard and deep about it. Would he do it? Betray Anthony like this? But then again, Anthony also betrayed him, doing his own little experiments without anyone knowing the extent of it.

“I know exactly where he’s headed.”

Tommy must have looked contrite because Spencer put a hand on his shoulder. With the other, he lifted Tommy’s chin.

“Hey, you did good. In fact, can you join me in finding him? He might be more willing to cooperate if he sees you’re with me.

Tommy swallowed. “Y- yeah. Okay.”

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 23 thoughts

back at it again with another post surgery painkiller and x-files combo, let's goooo!

i'm almost done with season 1, only 1 more episode! i'll have to see how long it took me to get to this point and then update accordingly- but i might finish today- which will be bittersweet

(update! i started watching 20 days ago, so a i'm at a little over an episode a day! wow, time flies. and yet it seems they have always been at my side)

anyway this episode was again Problematic but i did chronicle my journey like always. i am a citizen journalist.

episode opened with some math words, math words which i definitely knew the meaning of (/s)

then the scientist we see working on a sort of jet thing gets sucked into his jet- he was locked in there by the custodian- with a sound the closed captioning described as a "squishing thud" which was. unfortunate.

enter our duo! "how was the wedding?" "you mean the part where the groom passed out or the dog bit the drummer?" (mulder, teasingly) "did you catch the bouquet?" (scully, teasing back) "maaaaybe :)"

(your honor i would die for them. no hesitation. mulder, what do you care if she caught the bouquet? dreaming of her as a radiant bride or something? scully, you stringing him along with that imagery? lol. lmao, even. i need to put them in a bottle and study them)

another scientist is killed when the custodian puts him into liquid nitrogen which is not something i can endorse but he WAS rude asf so i get it. and then his ear falls off and crunches which was nasty!

scully says she has seen this happen on a fish before! mulder responds that this is not something they'll see on "beakman's world" (had to google that one but it seems to be a contemporary children's science programming of some sort. and there was a man in a rat suit playing a rat. which is absurdly funny to me. hold on NEED to get an image of him for you)

i'm. gonna fucking cry why does he look like that. need to end this line of commentary here before i start begging for explanations on what the hell was going on in the 90's

so mulder seems to think that the custodian killed his boss and all the other members of this team working on the fancy jet stuff, which we know to be true but we don't know Why. turns out our custodian, roland, is the twin brother of the head scientist, arthur, who died a few months back, and has since had his brain placed in a cryogenic freezing chamber. JUST the head!

i love when scully and mulder need a visual on what a person would look like so they go to the woman in the fbi that presses some buttons on a computer and generates a dude. it brings me pleasure to no end. then they look at the guy like :0 yup that is exactly who we are looking for. i eat it up every time.

! SCULLY LORE REVEAL ! she has two brothers, one older and one younger! (she's a middle child omg.........)

mulder thinks siblings have a psychic connection (which is actually deeply tragic if you consider his circumstances) and that the ULTIMATE psychic connection is between twins. so the twin that is currently in an icy soup is somehow connecting to the other twin to get him to kill all the other scientists and finish his research. sure. why not.

there's then a scene where mulder tries to walk in the wrong direction and scully has to correct him, which recalled him getting lost in the woods in an earlier episode i had No Positive Feelings Towards, but it does make him always driving funnier. like, can he follow a map but has no internal sense of direction? was the gps still in its early days? did he have one at all? how is he getting places? a lot of people want to know

the last remaining scientist who was not killed lowered the temperature on brain soup twin, which was stored in another part of the university campus where they worked. man my university campus has no jet propulsion wing OR brain soup section. did i get ripped off? what is my tuition even for?

anyway, the episode ends with the seeming psychic curse of soup twin being lifted from custodian twin, which we can hope to mean positive things moving forward

overall, like i said, any episode of a show from the 90's with the words "mentally challenged" in the description is bound to have aged poorly, which i am not surprised by- up there with the earlier Indigenous appropriation episode and the aforementioned episode i Shan't Name- but, we did learn things! for instance, that scully has 2 brothers (!!!), just went to a wedding where mulder teased her about maybe catching the bouquet (and also a dog bit a drummer, drop the full story time scully don't be shy), mulder believes in the psychic connection between siblings, and that there was a rat on a kid's show that was a mere man in a suit. that i'm still gonna cry laughing at.

[schifty-al]

So I've connected two mental points and I'm gonna put them out here despite whether or not anyone else comprehending anything I have to say.

While I was 8 hours into a 9 hour day my boss reminded me not to work so hard after staging everything I could possibly need before leaving for the day. After some peace and quiet for awhile I realized I felt a familiar feeling that I'm going to struggle to explain.

"I'm just some guy, but literally no one else I know could possibly do what I'm doing. It has to be me; somebody else might fuck it up."

I realized I've had that feeling multiple times before. The moment that stands out the most from my memory is the earliest when I use to play Star Wars battlefront almost 2 decades ago on Xbox. I would constantly play as a basic grunt pushing forward barely surviving the onslaught between me and my objective. Thinking, "I'm just some guy, but I'm gonna be the hero that wins this battle and saves as many of my comrades as I can cause I'm the only one who can."

Then I was doing the same thing in Conker live and reloaded multiplayer PvE campaign. Playing a grunt that pushed through the impossible to achieve the objective and save who I can.

Fast-forward to Mass Effect 2, Mordin Solus, "Had to be me, someone else might've gotten it wrong." Etched itself into my brain.

Thinking about how even with some help I'm the one who processed probably 7000 out of 9000 packages my tiny little post office scanned today. How my decision not to stay home is one of the major factors a Canadian company that only exists because of the exploitation of indentured servants and blatantly lying to their customers is still turning a profit.

If I just stopped working harder than most humans can comprehend would that make a difference, would it help, or would it just piss off tens of thousands of people and make no difference by the end of the week?

[sapphire-weapon]

just finished the rebirth demo

i don't understand why they cut it where they did. it's literally the second to last scene of the flashback. in OG it's maybe 60 seconds left worth of scene. what the fuck did they do to it that they felt the need to cut it from the demo???

this was the most loyal revisit of the nibelheim incident ever made. there's some BAD versions of this scene in the compilation. so glad they followed OG almost shot for shot (though not line for line, but that's okay)

if we're fighting the materia keeper in the flashback, does that mean we WON'T fight him when we go back to nibelheim to recruit vincent?

it's a REALLY WEIRD CHOICE to have tifa co-tell parts of this story. in OG she doesn't say a damn word because her brain is full of fuck just listening to it. but if she's going to be an active member of the conversation, why the FUCK is she just helping tell this story like it's totally normal and not jumping in like HEY CLOUD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT EVEN

pre-madness sephiroth continues to be peak boyfriend material

NO GENESIS NO GENESIS NO GENESIS NO GENESIS NO GENESIS NO GENESIS NO GENESIS NO GENESIS

adding in more detail as to what sephiroth was reading was a really good addition, good on u nojima

mako vacuums can get fucked and i hope whoever thought of that has a really bad day today

i don't understand how this game, native to the PS5, has way, way, way, WAY shittier climbing mechanics than uncharted, native to the PS3. what the fuck are you doing, squenix

i don't feel like this version captured the same feeling of controlling sephiroth that you got from the OG. like, the point of doing it in OG was to show how insanely terrifyingly powerful sephiroth was. and in this version, yeah, sephiroth's stats were high, and his materia was maxed, but... it's not the same as opening the menu and seeing he has 9999 HP and 999 MP and then getting into a fight and he cast+all's thundaga and kills everything on the screen in one turn. i actually had to put effort into fighting the materia keeper. it shouldn't have lasted more than a minute.

the slow hobble and the slow crawl through the fire was a bad design choice, sorry. it added nothing and made the whole experience feel shittier

if they released a spinoff game of just the piano playing, i'd buy it

combat feels way better in this game than it did in remake, which is good, because i was like the only person on the planet apparently who criticized the gameplay in remake but FUCK THE GAMEPLAY IN REMAKE fuckin damage sponge ass enemies and boss phases fucking up your stagger meter and shitty party AI fuck that. rebirth is better. i enjoyed it more.

but overall idk i'm not as wowed by and enamored with the demo as some of my contemporaries who are already calling this for GOTY. it was fine, and i'm gonna take time off work to play the game when it comes out, but like

idk let's not put the cart before the horse here, people

[indigosunsetao3]

Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 3 - London Bound

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 8k words - AO3 Link

Olivia stayed in bed long after the sun had come up, sleeping in had become a habit for her, particularly in the past few months. She was always so tired and had a hard time finding the motivation to get up every day. It wasn’t unusual for her to roll out from between the sheets until almost lunchtime, especially when Henry wasn’t home. There was no one around to tell her to get up, no expectations, and the house staff didn’t bother her if the bedroom door was shut. She at least had a viable excuse today; she had been up thanks to Henry until almost four and while he was up at eight am he didn’t bother her.

Exhaustion was weighing heavily on her and she hurt in places that weren’t just her feet as she shifted in bed. With a groan Olivia rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her mind playing back everything that had happened the night before. It hadn’t stopped really. She had laid in the dark and cried silently long past after Henry’s soft snores filled the room replaying everything and as soon as she woke up it was as if someone hit play in her brain again. She felt disgusting and needed another shower but the motivation just wasn’t there. Her stomach grumbled for food she didn’t want to drink and a headache was forming behind her eyes that she knew would linger if she didn’t take something for it.

“Miss?” A voice from behind the bedroom door in the suite came. They knocked a few times before calling out to her again a little more urgently. “I’m sorry to bother you, but you need to get up,” the man said and Olivia recognized the voice as Andrew, one of Henry’s aides.

“I’m awake,” Olivia answered begrudgingly as she scooted to sit up in bed. “That doesn’t mean come in!” She added quickly as the doorhandle jiggled and she heard the latch click as if it were going to open. Grabbing the sheets, she pulled them up to her neck to cover her still naked form as she stared at the door which didn’t stop opening, swinging inward toward the room.

“Get dressed,” Henry said as he swept into the room, donned in a suit as he added a cufflink to one of his sleeves. He didn’t seem to care that he had left the door wide open to the rest of the suite where people were working and a red-faced Andrew stood next to the jamb. “Something presentable, we have to make a statement,” he continued, turning around to look at Olivia with an impatient expression since she hadn’t risen and instead had shrunk down further into the pillows to hide herself. “Liv,” he stated impatiently.

“Shut the fucking door,” Olivia snarled as she glared at Henry before back to Andrew who seemed frozen in place. He was Henry’s lapdog, always on his heels, and he usually would have come right in behind his boss but he seemed to realize what Henry didn’t. Or Henry just didn’t care. “I can’t get up,” she added as Henry sighed before waving to Andrew to shut it, which he did quickly. “You can’t just barge in here like that unannounced. It’s lucky I was still in bed,” Olivia spat but she still didn’t get out of bed. “Give me my robe,” she pointed to the discarded item still in the same spot on the floor as the night before.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Henry stated before walking over to the bed ripping the blankets off Olivia’s body, and grabbing her by the arm to yank her up and out. “I’m your husband and you slept next to me naked all night, I think you can get out of bed,” he reasoned smirking a bit. “This wouldn’t be an issue if you would just get up like a normal person. Now hurry up,” he gestured to the closet. “Something dark and reserved,” he instructed as he went to the mirror to adjust his tie.

Olivia didn’t bother fighting him as he all but dragged her out of bed, it was just easier and she was too exhausted to put up a true fight. She needed to pick and choose her battles and this one just wasn’t worth it; she did need to get up anyway. Hissing at her feet, twisting her legs this way and that to get a look at them she took a few ginger steps toward the closet, pausing at the drawers to grab undergarments which she pulled on quickly. Some sort of barrier against her leering husband’s eyes were needed, she could feel him watching her in the reflection.

“Why the sudden rush for a statement now? Surely, they already spoke to the undersecretary and heard from parliament and everyone else,” Olivia stated as she sorted through items in her closet, musing over an outfit and shoes to match that wouldn’t hurt her feet anymore. All of these clothes cost more money than her four-year university education and this was just her travel wardrobe. It was a useless degree now since Henry wouldn’t let her work, yet her parents were still paying off the loan because Henry refused to take care of it. His reasoning was it wasn’t ‘his problem’ since she had the debt before they were married, even if he could pay it off without thinking twice. “Are you that important?” She asked sarcastically as she pulled out a simple dark grey cap sleeved dress that she could wear heelless ankle boots.

“It’ll be a bit hard for Philip to talk right now,” Henry answered as he came over to the closet to look at her choice before giving a small nod of approval. “Considering his throat was slashed in the middle of the night,” he continued before reaching around her to the safe in the closet and entering the code to pop open the door. “Him, his wife, kids, and the whole staff were murdered last night,” Henry finished explaining as he pulled out a simple diamond necklace and handed it to Olivia to add to her outfit before grabbing his tie clip to match. He seemed unbothered and disconnected as he clipped his tie and smoothed out the silk.

“What?” Olivia gasped, feeling as if the world had tilted on its axis. Henry was so incredibly calm about this news, so unphased and unworried she thought he was kidding. “What do you mean they were murdered last night? When? How?” She asked as she turned to watch his back retreat into the ensuite bathroom to go fix his hair. “Henry, what does this mean?” Olivia asked as she followed him with her dress draped over her arm.

“I already told you when and how. Though, I suppose, it was more this morning versus last night. They think it was about four or five am based on how the bodies looked,” Henry answered as he wet a comb in the sink before using it to slick back his hair. His movements were methodical as he moved and he barely spared Olivia a glance as he spoke. “It means that whoever attacked the gala last night didn’t get what they wanted and they are still trying to do whatever they set out to get done,” he explained simply. “If you had risen like an ordinary person, you would have seen already. It is all over the news,” he tapped the comb on the sink satisfied with his hair before reaching for a spray gel to set it. “I’ve been asked to make a statement and this could set the future for my run for the seat,” he explained with zero emotion. “We have thirty minutes until the feed is live with the BBC so I suggest you hurry,” Henry tacked on.

“Jesus Christ, Henry. Philip isn’t even cold yet and you are already trying to take his spot!” Olivia exclaimed though she wasn’t sure why since she knew how cold he could be. Yet it was still unsettling to her. His boss had just been murdered, right after someone attempted to kill them all in a terrorist attack, and who knew if they were still trying to finish what they started. Who else was potentially on the list? “Are we safe?” She asked as she stepped into her dress and pulled her hair up so he could do up the zipper for her. Normally she’d handle it all herself, bending herself into a pretzel if she had to so she could avoid him touching her but there was no time. “Do we get to go home now?” At least at home she had more privacy and could avoid the world, and Henry for that matter.

“There is no time to wait in politics. If you want power you take the opportunity under any circumstances,” Henry answered as if he were just reciting off a well-practiced speech. “We’ve been ordered not to leave the room, or even open the door until our reinforcements from SAS get here,” Henry explained as he zipped up the back of the dress in a quick movement before snapping his fingers for her to give him the necklace to put around her neck. “Taskforce 141 has been ordered to get us out. Isn’t that convenient?” The words were dripping with cruel amusement and Olivia tensed under his fingers for a moment before he got the clasp of the necklace done.

Olivia wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction he was looking for as she walked to the second sink in the bathroom. They both knew Kyle was on that taskforce and she was going to be forced to face him for a second time in less than twenty-four hours. Henry was so confident in himself, in the hold he had on Olivia, and Kyle’s hatred toward her that the whole thing was just a game to him. He liked watching Olivia suffer, something she had learned early in their marriage and this was just like twisting the knife in her back. “I’ll be ready shortly,” Olivia stated in a way of dismissal to Henry as she took a comb to her wavy hair.

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Gaz could feel people staring as they exited their car and headed into the ornate hotel, though no one tried to stop them. Not even the hotel security staff was brave enough to venture over as they watched from behind their desk. Gaz knew it was because of the large rifles they were all toting out in the open and they were in full military turnout gear. He had opted to strap his very large bowie knife onto one of his thigh holsters, his pistol on the other. Of course, there was Ghost with his skull mask which always drew attention, even from seasoned military members.

“Alex, Ghost,” Price said taking note of all the staring. He didn’t mind people knowing they were there, but he also didn’t want to draw too many eyes, such as the news. Too much exposure made it harder to hunt and track the enemy if they knew what you looked like. “Figure out their ride arrangements. I want as little traffic getting to the airport as possible,” he ordered and the two men nodded before walking over to the concierge desk. “You two with me,” he finished pointing to Gaz and Soap who nodded.

“What’s the plan, Sir?” Gaz asked as they walked over to the elevator after getting directions from the person working the desk. Gaz smiled and nodded at an older couple that rushed out, their eyes bulging a bit at the three of them waiting there casually with their hands resting the butts of their guns. “Getting them to the airport then going to the embassy? Is their plane lined up?” He inquired after they stepped in and the lift started to rise rapidly, dinging with each floor that they passed. He felt as if his heart was in his throat as they got closer to Olivia and Henry but Gaz told himself it was only for a short time and he’d be rid of them.

“Plane is on standby. When we leave, Laswell is going to alert them to be ready,” Price answered as he shifted his gun a bit on his shoulder, eyes staring at the elevator screen as they rose. “Government wants them to have an escort home,” he cut his eyes over to Gaz for a moment. “From when they land in London to their house,” Price explained further.

“Send Ghost with them,” Soap cut in before Gaz could protest. The look from Price had told him everything he needed to know; Gaz was going to be the one sent with them. “He’ll scare them all straight,” he chuckled a bit but the look on his face was serious.

“I need Ghost here…and Alex,” Price tacked on knowing Soap would suggest him next. “Alex is a good liaison with the Americans, you know how they can be,” he reasoned. Though, in reality, of the whole group Alex or Price himself would be the best options to send with the entourage of government people. Gaz of course was not a bad option; he was friendly and level-headed but the history with Olivia all of that went out the window. He knew it wasn’t fair of him to send Gaz after everything that had happened but the job came first. Always.

“I’ll go then,” Soap offered as the elevator dinged for the final time and the door opened. He never wanted to do escort duty; he’d rather be in the thick of things but after what this woman had done to Gaz he didn’t want him to suffer more. “I can play babysitter for those bawbags,” he continued, daring a glance at Gaz who seemed shocked but grateful for Soap’s offer.

“I’d rather not have to write a book for my mission report,” Price answered, giving Soap a sideways glance. “They want Gaz. Henry’s team asked for him personally and Laswell agreed before she realized what she was agreeing to,” he finally said before glancing at the sergeant, an apologetic look on his face. “MI6 is clearing their houses and has offered to be security when they get there. You just need to escort them on the plane and home then you’re done.”

“You’re joking,” Gaz said with a laugh that didn’t have a hint of amusement in it. “Why would they ask for me? Fucking hell, you’d think they would have asked you to leave me on the side of the road instead,” he continued, rubbing his jaw with his gloved hand before shaking his head. “Are you sure they asked for me?” He was in disbelief even though he knew Price wouldn’t joke about this, and judging by his face Price wasn’t pleased about the arrangement either. “They had to of been taking the piss Captain,” he didn’t outright plea but the sentiment was there.

“Just because you’re escorting them doesn’t mean you have to play nice,” Soap said as he glanced at Price who stopped outside of a door. Where there would normally be security no one was there, it was determined to not draw attention to anyone’s whereabouts so they had been moved inside the suite. “Be a downright prick, that doesn’t stop you from keeping them alive. Just take a page from Ghost’s book, you’ll be fine.” He cuffed Gaz on the shoulder though Gaz didn’t look the least bit reassured.

“And that is why Laswell didn’t even think to offer you up,” Price stated before knocking on the door. There were muffled footsteps inside before a voice came from the other side demanding Price to tell them who he was. “Captain Price, SAS, 9051210,” he rattled off before kicking his military ID under the door for them. There was another long pause as they went over his information on the inside before the lock clicked and the double doors swung open. “Just get it over with, treat it like any other mission,” Price stated under his breath before they walked inside.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap said quietly as they walked in, and Gaz had to agree with him as he took in the room.

The hotel suite was gigantic. There was a mini kitchen off to the left with a full dining table that was covered in laptops and papers, the highbacked chairs full of staffers. The living room was bigger than Gaz’s old flat and there were lights and a camera setup aimed at the plush white couch which was situated just right with decorative pillows and a tasteful throw in Britian’s country colors. Off to the side was a door that led to what Gaz suspected was the bedroom, and straight back were floor-to-ceiling glass windows with another set of double doors that led outside to a small deck.

“Ah, Captain Price,” came a voice Gaz knew and that set his teeth on edge. “Thank you for coming. Terrible what happened to Philip,” Henry stated with an air of sadness, but professionalism nonetheless. He extended his hand to Price, who took it, and they shook before dropping hands quickly. Gaz purposely shoved his hands into his pockets as he looked around avoiding eye contact if he could, the last thing he wanted was to shake the man’s hand. “Kyle,” Henry stated after a beat of silence and Gaz internally cringed but turned his eyes to the man and gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “I never got to thank you for saving Liv. She was ever so grateful, as was I. She even asked if you could escort us home, poor thing is so shaken up. I think a familiar face will help with her nerves,” he grinned though the gesture didn’t meet his eyes and it seemed more like a taunting leer.

“Sergeant Garrick,” Soap interjected pointedly, ignoring the side eye from Price, “is one of the best. You are lucky he is available to be able to take you and your wife home,” Soap finished. His hands were hooked in the straps of his vest as he looked down at Henry, all of them had a few inches on the man and Soap seemed satisfied to have the upper hand in that department.

“Ah, yes forgive me. Sergeant Garrick,” Henry stated turning back to Gaz again, brushing Soap off completely. “I just remember you from all those years ago. Those family gatherings with our Liv and of course her stories about you. Old habits die hard and all that,” he smirked before turning over his shoulder as the bedroom door opened and Olivia stepped out, sliding a diamond earring in her ear. “And there she is, darling, come over here. We have a minute or two before we have to be situated,” he extended an arm out to Olivia as she looked over.

Fuck. Gaz stared at Olivia as she walked over and he felt the physical weight of his emotions hit him right in the chest. This was the woman who was supposed to be his endgame, the one that he would come home to after missions and curl up with in bed. Take her dancing on nights that he was home since he knew she loved it even if she had no rhythm without him leading and eventually have a family with. He had been blindly in love with her, had spent way too much money on her engagement ring, and was on his way home to her when the letter came and she blindsided him so hard he thought the world had dropped out from his feet. Now, here she was, just a beautiful stranger that he was so angry with he could barely breathe at the sight of her.

Gaz missed the words that Price and Henry had exchanged as he watched Olivia walk over, his eyes taking in the dress and the delicate twist of her hair. But also noting that she was limping slightly in the ankle boots she had on, she must have hurt herself more than Gaz realized the night before. She was elegant in her steps though, carefully stepping over the plush carpet as she secured her earring and stepped to Henry’s side in his extended arm. She had barely spared a glance at Gaz in her walk and Gaz swallowed a bit as Soap knocked the side of his foot subtly with his own, masking it by adjusting his stance.

“Isn’t that right Sergeant?” Price asked and Gaz nodded simply having no idea what he just agreed to.

“Of course, Sir,” Gaz answered, glad his voice was even and calm despite the roiling thoughts in his mind. “I’m glad you seemed to have made it relatively unscathed last night,” Gaz stated to Olivia as she smiled prettily at him. She seemed vapid, her eyes blank as she looked around the room, her movements while fluid seemed forced. Had she always been like this? “Just a small limp,” he noted and he caught the side glare from Henry, “hopefully nothing but a few days rest will fix.”

“Oh just a few cuts,” Olivia answered with a small laugh, “strappy heels don’t do much for protection when you’re running through glass and the woods.” She fixed her glazed-over eyes pointedly at Gaz since it was him who made her run through all that but her smile didn’t fade. “Doctor already came to see me and wrapped everything up. No stitches,” she opened her mouth to say something else but Henry interrupted.

“Darling, we need to get ready,” Henry nodded at his assistant who had walked over to gather them. “We’ll only be a few minutes then we can make our way out of here. I know Liv is anxious to get home and put this all behind us,” he rubbed her arm in a soothing gesture as they turned to walk over to the couch.

“He’s a right snake,” Soap stated as they all watched them get situated on the couch. Olivia adjusted a few times to make sure she was present in the shot but ever in the background to her husband.

“All politicians are,” Price answered as Ghost came over the radio. They had the transport ready; it would be a tight fit in two SUVs and when everyone was safely situated on board the plane the 141 would be breaking off to the American Embassy sans Gaz. It was a quick ride to the airport so the Americans wouldn’t be waiting long, they were already antsy having to wait as it was. A few of Henry’s aides would be staying behind in Belarus with beefed-up security to pack up what was left and bring it back to London on a later flight. “As soon as they are done, we are moving,” Price said to a man that walked over after Price gestured at him. “They have five minutes to get what they want to take with them, we’re on a tight schedule. Might I suggest your team pack up what they need while they talk. Just essentials,” he finished in a lowered voice as the cameraman announced they were live.

“Hopefully the Americans have some information so we can start tracking right away. I am going to be on the first flight back here after I see the backside of them,” Gaz stated under his breath as Henry put on quiet a show of empathy and sadness over the events. He had even drawn some attention to Olivia to point out she had been injured in the attack the evening before but had been saved by a brave British soldier and went on a small tangent about thanking the armed forces. He was good at the smarmy Gaz would give him that.

“You’re so brave, Gaz,” Soap teased lightly, trying to ease some of the tension that was locking up Gaz’s back and shoulders. “If they thought that highly of the armed forces, they wouldn’t be trying to cut funding every two seconds,” Soap admonished with an eye roll as someone walked over with a duffle bag and dropped it at their feet, along with a suitcase. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Soap asked, toeing the bag, “I’m not bell services. Bit busy keeping you lot alive,” he tapped his gun with his pointer finger for emphasis.

“Right,” said a weaselly man who picked the items back up and dragged them toward the doors. He seemed frazzled as another person came and added more bags and other items. The amount of luggage these people had was astounding, they were going to need to get a cart at this rate. How there was going to be anything left for the people staying behind Gaz wasn’t sure.

“Even their luggage bags are designer,” Gaz stated as a purple Gucci luggage bag was rolled by. Gaz suspected that was Olivia’s since it was her favorite color, a fact that he hated he remembered. “I thought politicians were supposed to be paid a moderate wage,” he stated sarcastically. It was obvious Henry had money that came from outside of his day job, Gaz knew he was the sole heir of a wealthy real estate family. “Think they’ll notice if I nick one?” He asked Soap raising an eyebrow who just smirked in response, “bet I’d get a nice check from a pawn shop.”

The quick interview wrapped up and as soon as the lights in the lightbox cut, Price walked over to start ushering everyone around. He ordered everyone to grab their bags, get anything else they needed, and prepare to leave immediately. Henry of course ordered his aides to get his and Olivia’s bags but he was insistent he handled his own briefcase and laptop since he’d need it for the flight. Even Olivia opted to take her bag extracted the purple roll luggage from the pile and dragged it to her side.

“I’ll bring up the rear,” Gaz offered as Price took point at the door. It was going to take all three elevators to get everyone downstairs where Ghost would meet them in the lobby and Alex would be waiting by the cars. The elevator ride was mostly quiet as Gaz took his group, the people on board with him were a bit twitchy and nervous as they stood behind Gaz. He could see them in the mirrored reflection of the doors and guessed that these were some of the more junior staff based on how young they looked. Price had been the one to take Henry and Olivia, Henry wanting to lead the way out in case there was any press.

“How’d it go?” Alex asked quietly when they made it to the cars and Gaz stood outside the door next to Alex as the groups piled in.

“Fine enough,” Gaz answered simply as he held out his hand to help a woman step up into the SUV. It was cold outside and he found himself glancing over at Olivia who was in a simple flimsy dress standing on the sidewalk waiting for her turn to get in. “I get to take them home,” he mused tearing his eyes away as Olivia glanced over at him, as if she felt him staring. “You’re apparently too important to go,” Gaz smirked, “Americans,” he finished sarcastically with a shake of his head, though it was a friendly tease.

“I’d go if I could,” Alex said sincerely as the last person climbed in and he shut the door with a snap. “Shepard is going to be there, so you know his lapdog Graves will be as well,” he tacked on with a knowing look and Gaz merely rolled his eyes. “So, trust me, if I could trade I would,” Alex finished before moving around to the driver's side to climb in while Gaz took the passenger. Ghost, Soap, and Price were in the other car with the more high-profile targets.

“Honestly, I think I would take Shepard at this point,” Gaz said with a sigh as he set his gun down between his legs and instead unholstered his pistol to rest in his lap. “Least it’s a three-hour plane ride, maybe I’ll get some sleep,” he tacked on as they pulled out of the hotel and into traffic. The group in the car was mostly quiet and subdued, like the elevator ride, and Gaz glanced back at them a few times in the rearview mirror.

“We’re here,” Alex stated after about twenty minutes as they pulled up to a side gate. They had special access to the private jets area and Alex drove them straight through across some old tarmacs. Despite being behind barbed wire fences Gaz was on alert, sitting up a bit straighter as they neared the hangars and clicking his safety off as people came into view. “Stay in the car until we clear it,” Alex stated, though his demeanor was friendly it was definitely an order that everyone nodded yes in response to.

Gaz climbed out first, his gun tight in his right hand and finger ready on the trigger as he hauled his bigger rifle out and over his shoulder. His movement was fluid as if he had done it a thousand times, never taking his eyes off the flight crew that was walking over. Car doors around him shut with a loud clap as the rest of the 141 climbed out. Ghost wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was ready to shoot, his large rifle raised and braced against his shoulder as he stood between the ground crew and the back door of the SUV. That stopped one of the women in her tracks for a moment as she stared at Ghost before the pilot waved her onward.

“Leon,” Price greeted as he shook hands with the pilot before turning around to the rest of his team. “He’s former Royal Air Force. I ran an op with him back in the day,” he explained to his team before introducing everyone. “Gaz will be riding with you back to London and if you could find him something back, I’d appreciate it,” he stated to Leon who nodded once before gesturing for his team to head back to the plane to prepare for takeoff. Price and Leon talked for a bit as the rest of the team cleared the group to exit the car and head to the plane.

Stepping away for a moment Gaz dug out his pack of smokes and lit one. If he was going to be stuck in a small confined space with these people, he needed something to take the edge off and drinking was not an option. As he puffed, Gaz watched as Olivia climbed out of the car, Henry having already exited it and didn’t wait for her to help her out. He raised an eyebrow as she adjusted her skirt before straightening up and walking toward the plane purposely, dragging her luggage behind her. Almost at the end of his smoke Price gestured for him to wrap it up with a wave of his hand and Gaz dropped the butt and smashed it with his boot before walking over.

“See you in a few hours,” Price said as he patted him on the shoulder roughly. “Don’t make me regret sending you,” he added with a raised eyebrow and Gaz shook his head. “Good man,” Price finished before walking toward the SUV where the rest of the ground had already climbed in. Gaz made eye contact with Soap for a moment who nodded at him before snapping the door shut, Gaz returned the gesture with a heavy sigh before walking to the plane and up the steps.

“We saved this area for you,” the flight attendant stated as Gaz cleared the last step and entered the plane. Gaz nodded as he moved to sit down in one of the leather seats that had its back up against the cockpit facing in toward the rest of the plane. His row was empty, it was only two seats, and the two seats facing him were also empty so he had the little pod to himself. “Can I get you anything?” The woman asked a bit anxiously as Gaz listened to Leon speaking with his copilot as they finished their last checks of the plane.

“Just water,” Gaz said simply though he smiled up at her. She didn’t seem like she wanted to be on this flight either though he was sure it was for different reasons. He didn’t want to be around his ex and her husband and this woman was probably terrified of being shot at after everything that had happened. “Appreciate you and your team willing to take this flight on such short notice,” Gaz tacked on before the woman could leave and she gave him a genuine smile. “I promise to not pester. I’m hoping this will be uneventful, I think we’ve all had enough action for a while.”

Settling down into his seat Gaz eyed the rest of the plane, taking in where everyone else was sitting. He noticed that Henry was cloistered in another pod of four seats with laptops out and a small table between them covered in papers. His team was seated around him and across from him, powering up their own devices and sending last-minute messages before takeoff. Olivia was seated alone though, one leg crossed over the other and her foot jiggling as she stared out the window as if she were watching the most interesting thing out there. Gaz dared a glance across the aisle out one of those windows to see if he could see what she saw but it was nothing but the hangar out there. She was avoiding looking at him he suspected since they were right in one another’s eyeline if she looked inside the plane.

The attendant returned with his water and they made idle chatter about the weather and the flight before the pilot asked everyone to take their seats. Gaz fastened his seatbelt and downed half the bottle of water before they took off, his gaze locked on the window to watch the landscape disappear before they were up in the clouds. He hated this, hated sitting in the plane without any sort of information and feeling useless. He was tapping his fingers on the armrest of his seat to try and burn off some of the nervous energy as the flight attendants started making their rounds again. Olivia had asked for a wine and Gaz watched as she dug around in her purse before producing a pill that she popped in her mouth and swallowed it with the full glass of wine. She shuddered slightly before holding the glass out for the attendant to fill it again. When she glanced his way Gaz merely raised his eyebrows and stared at her for a moment longer before looking away again.

Slouching down some Gaz threw his feet up on the empty seat across from him, not caring that he was dirtying up the leather with his shoes. He was going to try and get a catnap in; nothing was going to happen on the plane that he could prevent so he may as well relax. Pulling the cap down over his eyes Gaz crossed his arms over his chest and shut his eyes, letting the vibrating hum of the plane engine lull him to sleep. He dozed off quickly, his head falling to the side a bit as he drifted though he didn’t sleep deeply. Sudden sounds and movements woke him right up and he would listen for a moment before falling back under again.

“Sir,” came a voice and a gentle tap on his shoulder. Gaz started slightly in his seat before pushing the hat back up off his eyes. “Sorry to wake you but we are landing shortly,” the woman said quietly as Gaz pulled his feet down to the floor to sit up properly. His eyes instantly surveyed the plane to make sure everything was as it should be. Henry was still in deep talks with his team and Olivia had fallen asleep, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders as her head leaned against the window.

“No worries,” Gaz said as he stretched a bit and felt his chest pop. He was about to ask for another water but the woman already had one in hand and gave it to him, along with a napkin. Shit, had he been drooling? He smiled politely as she grinned and moved to go wake up Olivia and Gaz unfolded the napkin read to wipe his chin when he found a name, quick message, and phone number scribbled on it. Ah.

He smirked a bit looking at the woman as she gently shook Olivia awake and when she glanced back at him, he gave her a small nod and pointedly pocketed the napkin so she saw he received her message. Maybe he would take her up on her offer for drinks depending on when his flight out would be. If not, he would have to figure out the next time he’d see her, she was cute enough. He drank his water and his eyes followed the woman, Abby, as she continued to do her safety checks on the passengers. He was smirking to himself when he caught Olivia staring at him, her eyes narrowed as she glanced between Kyle and Abby, putting two and two together with an eye roll.

For the landing, Abby took a seat across from Gaz and they chatted for a bit, Gaz giving her his number as well. Turned out she lived in London not far from the airport, easier for her job, and had offered to meet Kyle if he had time at a small pub around the corner. She was about to be busy with some planned flights and Gaz had picked up on the heavily implied offer to come back to her place after drinks. It wasn’t the exact distraction he had been looking for but he wasn’t going to turn it down either if it worked out for him. He wanted to get back to the team of course but spending the night alone in a hotel or with an attractive woman he was always going to pick the latter.

“It’s not professional to flirt with the help,” Olivia stated a bit annoyed as she exited the plane behind Kyle a little while later. He had taken point to exit first, though the airport was empty in this area. A few cars were waiting for them and Gaz went to the first bigger SUV and opened the door for Olivia. She tossed her bag inside before her without much care before grabbing a handle to pull herself up.

“Didn’t realize it mattered to you,” Gaz answered simply, his eyes sweeping the area, “and I think I qualify as ‘the help’ these days.” His words were clipped as Olivia hefted herself up and he watched her teeter a bit on her injured feet before he placed a hand on her lower back to help push her inward. She swatted his hand away and Gaz raised his hand innocently as she snatched the seatbelt and pulled on it. “Fine, fall on your ass next time,” Gaz said with a small shrug. When she opened her mouth to say something else Gaz merely shut the door in her face with a chuckle, knowing she was probably fuming inside.

“You know where we are going?” Gaz asked the driver as he stood next to the rolled-down window, to which the man nodded yes. Henry climbed into the seat behind the driver while his aides loaded up all of his luggage in the trunk, not bothering to even acknowledge them, let alone thank them. When everyone was situated in all their cars Gaz climbed in the front passenger of Henry and Olivia’s and they were off. Everyone had been ordered to go right home, they would convene the following day at parliament but that was not Gaz’s problem. He just needed to make sure Henry and Olivia made it to the handoff with MI6 and he was done with them and he could do his actual job.

The car was dead silent on the ride, not even the radio was playing as they wove through the streets of London. It was already dark outside thanks to the time of year and a light rain was falling as they joined into the rush hour traffic. Gaz could hear Henry tapping away on his phone and he dared a look up in the mirror and saw Olivia just staring out the window, her eyes completely disconnected from what she was looking at. Bouncing his knee again Gaz stared out into the traffic when his phone buzzed, followed by another, then another. By the time he dug it out of his pocket, he had seven new notifications and he quickly swiped it up to unlock it.

The first text was from Abby, asking if he had figured out his flight yet. The next six, now eight, were from Laswell. Gaz scanned through them as yet another text came in, this one from Price. “Keep going,” Gaz said urgently to the driver who had thrown his signal on to take them to the street that led to Olivia and Henry’s house. The driver seemed confused and moved to turn the wheel to make the left and Gaz threw his hand out that was still holding his phone to grab the wheel and jerk it back straight as his other hand moved to flip the holster open on his pistol. “Keep going straight,” he ordered and the man’s eyes widened as he took in Gaz flipping the safety off his gun.

“What is going on?” Olivia asked as she sat up in the backseat, Henry still oblivious in his phone. “Kyle?” She asked as the driver tilted his wheel to the right to get back into the lane going straight. Gaz was ignoring her as he ripped off his glove with his teeth and typed in a response on his phone before clicking over to another text message and answering that. “Hello?” She asked and tapped the back of the seat that Kyle was in.

“Give me a moment,” Gaz snapped as his eyes scanned the area before telling the driver where he needed to go. It seemed Henry had been lured out of his phone at what was going on and he had set it in his lap. They were making quick turns and at one point narrowly missed clipping a minivan as Gaz gave a last-minute instruction.

“Sergeant Garrick,” Henry’s smooth voice came in. “I’d like to know what is going on. Now.” The last word was a demand.

Gaz flicked his eyes up in the mirror to look at Henry and Olivia before turning around in his seat to face them. His phone was vibrating with a call now and he reached for it, swiping to answer before speaking to Henry and Olivia. “Your house has been compromised. MI6 arrived to a break in and one of the agents was shot by a fleeing suspect,” Gaz supplied just as Price began barking orders in his ear from the phone. “I’m taking you to an undisclosed location as soon as I can safely ditch your driver,” Gaz continued as he gestured for the driver to pull over at the curb. He was dropping the man at a shopping mall and while the driver did not seem impressed with this idea as he clambered out, he didn’t voice it not wanting to argue with the guy with the gun.

“Our house?” Olivia gasped out as she grabbed the back of Kyle’s chair as he slid over the center console not wanting to get out of the car and walk around. “Who are these people?” She asked turning to look at Henry who was talking on the phone now to someone on his staff or in the government. His normal unflustered persona he kept on for the public was gone as he snarled into the phone for answers and updates.

“Not sure,” Gaz answered as he threw the SUV into drive and shouldered his phone between his ear and shoulder to get directions from Laswell now. She was working on arranging a safehouse from MI6 and as Gaz whipped the car around in a quick u-turn he heard Olivia shriek as she was thrown back into her seat. “Can you just patch Price in? He is killing me with the texts,” Gaz asked as his phone continued to vibrate with messages. Laswell laughed and after a few moments, she pulled the Captain in on the call. Kyle was quiet as the two of them yelled and cursed at one another, Laswell tossing a few directions here and there for Gaz to try and figure out. Price was more pissed at the fact Gaz was having to run this on his own when it wasn’t even their job, Laswell was just impatient with Price’s grumblings.

“I can handle this Captain, I just need to know what you want me to do…besides dropping them on a street corner for someone else to deal with,” Gaz managed to wedge in between the two of them snarling. He glanced up in the mirror with a smirk at the look of indignation on Olivia’s face and Henry who seemed extremely unhappy with the situation. He had asked for Kyle specifically to be an asshole toward him and Olivia but now he was getting way more than he had bargained for.

“Just get to the safehouse and wait for further instruction,” Laswell answered before Price could continue to gripe and she ended the call.

“We’re going to Havering. MI6 has a place we can hole up in for the night,” Gaz stated as he tossed his phone into the passenger seat so he could concentrate on driving properly. He would need to work on some switchbacks and taking different routes, Laswell hadn’t even texted the address just to be safe. “They are going to investigate the incident, secure your house, and clear it. You’ll be able to go back in a few days,” he finished as he ran the yellow light as it turned red just to be sure no one was following them.

“That’s unacceptable. I need to be back in my own house,” Henry stated as he typed away on his phone. “I don’t want strangers trampling around. It was probably some stupid children,” he continued. “Take us home, Sergeant.”

“I doubt children have the same guns that were used at the gala in Belarus,” Gaz answered coolly as he turned onto a motorway, putting the gas to the floor to get up to speed quickly. “Trust me, I don’t want to be around you or Liv any longer than I have to but I’m going to do my job. Hopefully, you’ll have your own personal agents assigned to you and I would suggest you do better checks on your security team and hire a different company. Sir.” He tacked on the last word with a bit of snark and he could tell Henry was seething at being told he was wrong and wasn’t having his orders followed.

“Just,” Olivia finally chimed in, her face pale as she looked between Henry and Kyle as he drove. “I just want to be somewhere safe,” she finished after a moment and felt the glare Henry threw at her. If they were alone, she knew he would have likely punished her for speaking against him, he had already left a nice bruise on her upper thigh after they argued in the car on the way to the airport in Belarus. He hadn’t liked the way he thought she had looked at Kyle as he stood there watching their interview. “I need a stiff drink and a bed,” she finished slinking down in the seat.

“You and me both,” Kyle answered simply as the sped down the motorway in the rain that had turned into a downpour.