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highhhfiveee · 6 months

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safety net (pornstar!mike schmidt x reader)

tags: fluff? angst? just exposition really. no mentions of porn or sex here! just mike being a hero and reader appreciating him errors in here as usual!

part two: 💸

you didn't really do dating.

you'd tried so many times before to no avail. things would start nicely, people making your laugh float into the air and your heart flutter, but it never got past that. anytime you start to think about these things seriously, the other party pulls away. you're always left in the dust, responsible for picking up the pieces of your heart, gluing them back together, and trying again.

it's exhausting and after your last failure, you're not sure you want to try again.

one chance encounter on a dating app changes your mind. you think it's so foolish how easily you fall into it, giggling and kicking your feet at yet another potential partner, but when your first date is coordinated successfully and the second and the third, you begin to feel safe enough to indulge.

for your fourth date, you've arrived at this fancy restaurant in the middle of the city. you're super done up, wearing a dress that you love but have to return in the morning and your tallest pair of heels. your hair is swept up just the way simon, your date, likes it. you never liked it this way, but he calls you "so beautiful" when he sees you like this, and it makes your blood rush in your ears so you wear it up any time you're around him.

simon was nice, but you didn't have much in common; he was a straight-edge tech guy. he went to bed at 10 every night and woke up at 6 every morning, planning his days out in five-minute increments (he'd excitedly showed you his planner and you had to pretend that you were very very interested 💔).

you, on the other hand, woke up at noon on days you didn't have to work, going to bed at 4 am the night before. you never knew what to do and your apartment was covered in sticky notes donning different tasks: "read book". "wash dishes". "mail off package".

you two managed nice, small talk-ish conversation and he made you feel pretty. the only thing you two had in common was your love for coffee.

you're seated at your table and all goes well up until you receive the check, although you're a little bored. you're picking at your dessert and wondering if the art on the walls is real as simon opens the billbook and slides a card in there.

"i have to go to the bathroom. be right back," he stands, craning his head down to place a kiss on your cheek, and then you're alone, finally tuning into the din of the restaurant. it's busier than you realized.

your waitress takes your bill and leaves to tender you out. simon is still using the bathroom, and at first, it's not worrying. you wouldn't be surprised if he got lost on the way there, but after ten minutes, you start to worry.

the waitress returns to your table and you think you're fine to leave, but she sets the billbook on the table, stating, "did you have another form of payment? it said this card was expired."

you shake your head, anxiously blinking your eyes. "expired?" you open the book to see the $400 total at the bottom of your receipt and simon's card tucked behind the plastic pouch. you take it out and inspect the expiration date. three years gone.

"i--i, uh," you begin to panic. you had no idea what to do. you didn't have $400 in your bank account, $405.72 less than that actually. you didn't have anyone to call to spot you; what normal person had a casual $400 to throw at a friend for dinner? if you called your mom, she would laugh over the receiver the whole time, hanging up on you.

the waitress is staring at you, expectantly, but you can't even meet her gaze. in your alarm, you scanned your eyes around the restaurant and caught simon, in his very noticeable purple suit jacket, speed-walking towards the entrance of the restaurant.

you shoot to your feet, taking off your heels, wrangling up your other belongings and dashing after him.

you hear the waitress shout, "ma'am!" behind you but there's no stopping you. what are you gonna do, pay for the meal?

you're pushing yourself in between other patrons, forgetting your manners. you're hyperfocused on simon, keeping track of his head bobbing through the throng of people.

he's made it outside just a little before you, using a brisk pace to walk down the sidewalk.

"simon!" you yell, watching him speed up a bit until he's a phantom around the corner. "simon!!!"

there are some stragglers outside, just a few eyes on the frantic girl holding her heels and screaming. you're sure they think you're drunk, but you don't care.

you scream simon's name one more time. it's shrill and blood-curdling and something you'd never expect to come out of you. you didn't get upset like this, and you know you're truly upset when you feel a tear hit your arm.

you rarely cried, but here you were, breaking down on the sidewalk outside one of the most expensive restaurants in the state. you take a despondent seat on a bench, trying to catch your breath and stop crying. you take your hair down childishly, and the thought of simon liking it sends you back into tears.

you're a blubbering, snot-covered mess when mike sees you. he's exiting the restaurant, asking for his car from valet when he notices you on the bench, staring blankly into the air.

you're beautiful, and he's unsure as to why you're sitting here in tears. no one else decides to check on you. he takes the initiative.

his hand reaches out to your shoulder and it makes you jump, shouting at him to back away from you. he holds up his hands, muttering, "hey, hey. i'm sorry, i don't want to hurt you. i just wanted to ask if you were okay."

you don't expect the voice that comes out of him. its suburban, syrupy tone doesn't quite match his look; his hair is freshly cut and it feels like there's not a single wrinkle in any of his clothes. they look quality, and expensive. the rings adorning most of his fingers give off the same vibe.

great. one of these guys.

"i'm fine," you snap, wiping at your congested nose with the back of your hand. "i don't need saving, especially not from a nice guy like you."

mike laughs, and you're embarrassed to admit to yourself that you like how it sounds.

"who said i was a nice guy? i just asked if you were okay." you shrink away, avoiding his eyes.

"it's not my fault that you give that off. sounds like a you problem."

mike doesn't stop talking to you, which is surprising. even with all the disrespect, he sits beside you and rummages along the inside of his jacket for something to give you.

you don't admit it, but you're thankful for the small plastic package of tissues. "everyone has problems. there seems to be one plaguing you right now," he leans into your shoulder, eyeing you intently. "wanna tell me what it is?"

you're still cleaning yourself up, taking another tissue out to wipe at your ruined makeup when the waitress marches out of the restaurant with two burly security guards behind her. she points to you with zeal, announcing, "that's her."

the security guards make their way over to you, disregarding mike as he asks, "woah, woah, what's going on?"

"this young lady tried to skip out on her bill." you shake your head irritably, standing to your feet. you're not even half the height of these dudes.

"i didn't, my date did. he put an expired card down to pay and then used the bathroom excuse to get out of it." mike shakes his head. in what world would someone try to escape a date with you?

"makes sense, but you still have to pay for the meal."

"how the fuck am i supposed to do that?" you screech, crossing your arms over your chest. "i don't have any money. i have to return this stupid fucking dress in the morning just so i can pay my rent."

the dress is nice. it's a black satin maxi dress with thin straps and a slit up the side. it's fairly simple, but mike can't deny how well it fits you, and how good you look in it.

"i don't know what you're going to do, but you better do something or we're going to have to call the police."

"fucking call them! i don't care," you retort, and so begins your back and forth with the security personnel.

"you don't care?"

"no."

"are you an idiot? you just don't care?"

"okay, one, i'm not an idiot and two, i really don't. this whole situation is fucking stupid. i can't pay the bill, okay? i don't know what to tell you."

"my mom always said that as a female, you should never be broke. maybe it's time for you to stand on that corner right there in that pretty dress and sell your---" the man is cut off by a sharp "hey, watch yourself. i'll fucking kill you." from mike. he steps to the security guards, who retreat a little when they realize he's not joking.

you don't know this man, not even his name, but he asked you if you were okay then and now, he's standing up for you, even after you accused him of being a nice guy. you make a mental note to apologize to him after all of this.

"i'll pay the fucking bill. how much is it?"

"it's $400, mr. schmidt," the waitress says, her face awash with red. Last name basis? How often did he come to this expensive ass restaurant?

mike looks at you and then back to the waitress, saying, "charge it to my tab. tip the bill." The waitress nods excitedly, echoing, "thank you, thank you, thank you" as she scurries back inside with the security guards. They give mike dirty looks the entire way back, giving up just before disappearing into oblivion.

mike faces you. He's a little disheveled in the eyes, the irritation he holds inside written all over his face. somehow, even his scowl is attractive.

you rub your hands over your goosebumped arms, the chill in the air wildly apparent. mike is instantly shrugging his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders, giving you a friendly smile. it's warm inside, and smells like the expensive department store colognes you snuck samples of as a kid. for some reason, you feel at ease.

"i'm sorry about your date. he sounds like a dickhead."

"yeah," you agree, biting at your cracked bottom lip. "i guess it's my fault. i really shouldn't have trusted a guy who planned his day by fives."

"hours?"

"minutes."

mike sucks air between his teeth, cringing at your words. "he sounds like a psychopath."

"maybe he was," you hum, using the lapels of mike's coat to pull it tighter around you. "dodged bullet."

"dodged bullet," he repeats, smirking down at you. his hazel eyes sparkle. you don't know why you feel so... positively unnerved yet tranquil in his presence. who was this man?

"mr. schmidt?" a valet worker in all white exits an expensive-looking, deep gray sports car. the interior looks like a spaceship, and you can't help but crane your neck a little further to get a better look.

you're not paying attention as the worker drops the keys into mike's hand and mike hands him a hundred-dollar bill he fished from his pocket. you're just focused on the car, wondering a million things. how much was it? how was its gas mileage? did it take premium gas or something more?

"do you need a ride home?" mike holds the keys up, jangling them in front of your face. you connect the dots and let out a loud belly laugh, completely blindsided.

"this is your car?"

"i...think so?" he teases, watching the happiness fall from your face. a ride home. why would you want to go home to be alone, once again collecting the jagged pieces of your broken heart from the floor?

mike instantly stiffens. "that was a joke," he clarifies, but you dismiss it with a raise of your hand.

"no no, it was fine, funny even. i just...i don't want to go home right now."

"do you want to come back to mine?" mike doesn't know if it's too forward, but it doesn't hurt to try. you needed company, and nothing would ever compel him to leave you here after everything. he catches the way your face twitches and raises his hands in defense again. "no funny business, i promise. just so you're safe, and not alone tonight."

you don't think over it very long. you'd been to plenty of strangers' houses, and this was only one night. you were sure you could trust this man. after your date from hell and nearly going to jail, what was the harm?

"okay, i'll come. thank you," you muse as mike leads you to the passenger side of his car. he opens the door for you, and you crane your head to him before you sit down. you're so close you can see the flecks in his hazel eyes, the freckles dusting the bridge of his nose, every single individual hair that peppers his jaw and mouth. it makes you forget your name.

"i'm y/n, by the way." he nods and smiles at you, wide and bright. suddenly, your legs feel like noodles.

"nice to meet you, y/n. i'm mike."

"mike," you repeat as you lower yourself into his car. "mike."

who knew where this would lead you?

been up all night writing this ayyeeeee, i write SO MUCH! going to work on writing blurbs, i promiseeeeeee. also this is very cute. i'm excited to delve into their story because it will be mostly pwp (for ficlets and blurbs) but definitely more structured for longer fics. can't wait to see where it goes!

#fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf fic #mike schmidt angst #mike stands up for you & you're like ?????#you can't believe it #you'll fall in love with him instantly #i did #faire is writing stuff #faire’s mike schmidt <3 #faire's (pornstar) mike schmidt <3

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joonsmagicshop · 4 months

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Dom Daddy Joon

Summary: When Namjoon catches you doing something you aren't supposed to be doing he decides to punish you, and lets his maknae join in on the fun

Paring: Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader

Word Count: 7.9K

Rating: 18+

Tags: Dom Joon, daddy kink, masturbation, vibrating panties, overstimulation, dirty talk, fucking, unprotected sex (this is fiction wrap it before you tap it) Joon being in leader mode and Y/N loving it, 3some kind of?

Authors Note: Leader Mode Namjoon wrecks me so here you go

Your phone vibrated in your purse the second you walked through the door.

You sighed and stared up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

It was Friday

and you had more than enough of this week.

The day had been dragging on, you swore at one point the clocks in your office had stopped working entirely. It didn't help that the last few days had been overcast, dark shadows and buckets of rain had poured down leaving you in a tired and irritated mood.

You fished for your phone as you kicked off your heels and placed them by the front door.

When you saw the text your whole demeanor changed, a single ray of hope on these cloudy days

Namjoonie: Office dinner tonight. We are allowed to bring a plus one. Get beautiful for me love. The car comes at seven

Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you couldn't help but smirk at the phone as you shucked off your coat and hung it up, making your way slowly to the bedroom to pick out an outfit for tonight.

A thrill of excitement shot through you as you grabbed a navy blue dress off its hanger and laid it on the bed.

Most people would find company dinners with people you hardly knew boring, but not you. You still remember the first dinner you attended.

You thought it would be boring, and you braced yourself for it, but you were not about to turn down free booze and free food so you went, knowing you could wrangle some of Namjoon's bandmates into having drinks with you.

You were very used to soft, small, sweet Namjoon. With his big smile and cute dimples poking out. His love of big soft hoodies, cuddles and kisses.

However, it all changed when you both entered the venue. He stood tall and proud above the crowd of people. His hand rested on your back as he guided you around. He looked concentrated and calculated and so damn dominant and powerful that your knees almost buckled.

He spoke eloquently to everyone he met, even people you knew he couldn't stand, his hand never leaving your back as he kept his bandmates close and looked out for every one of them.

It was like he had a sixth sense, he could tell when a question made Jungkook uncomfortable or when Taehyung should switch from booze to water, or when Hobi was part of a conversation he did not want to be a part of.

Namjoon was in leader mode and you had to say it turned you on a lot more than you had planned. There was something about him that was so powerful and strong and authoritative that it made you throb.

You let it slip you found it so hot when he was in leader mode. You could see the small proud smile on Namjoon's lips when he fucked you hard into the mattress later.

You quickly got undressed and stepped into the shower, cleaning your hair and washing your body as your conditioner sat in.

You used all the products you knew Namjoon would love and as you washed your body you let your mind drift to him

Your core was throbbing and you bit your lip.

It had been a while since you and Namjoon had been intimate. With both of you having busy schedules there wasn't much time for anything other than a quick fingering, or blow job.

You knew if you were this riled up from just thinking about him you wouldn't survive tonight. You wouldn't last two seconds with Namjoon in leader mode and you squeezed your legs together as the hot water fell on your body.

You looked around, knowing no one was home and Namjoon probably wouldn't be home for hours.

Of course he wouldn't want you touching yourself without him present but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Right?

You softly fluttered your eyes closed as you imagined it was him in the shower with you. Big hands tracing down your neck and chest. His hard cock would be pressed against your back because he was always kind enough to let you face the hot water.

Your hands continued to venture downwards as you felt arousal pool in your stomach and between your thighs.

You finally brought your hand down to your slit and gathered the arousal there before circling your clit and letting out an obscene moan.

You knew you wouldn't last long so maybe it was a good thing you were taking care of it now.

You applied just the right amount of pressure and closed your eyes tighter. Imagining it was him, his strong firm hands circling you. He would have one arm around your middle holding you up as he played with your clit, he would alternate between slow and fast circles causing beautiful, sweet moans to fall from your mouth.

He would try to shut you up with a kiss as he would tease your clit harder and faster, pushing his erection into your back as you whine and thrash in his arms, desperate to cum.

In your mind's eye you can see it all, you can imagine so easily that it is his hands playing with you instead of your own.

Your body feels on fire and you feel on the cusp of your orgasm, your legs are starting to shake and the water starting to feel too much against your sensitive skin.

You are so lost in your fantasy you don't realize the bathroom door is opening. Namjoon was home early and he heard noises and decided to investigate.

He never imagined he would walk in on you, on this.

He had to say, he never thought his girl would be so naughty and do this without him.

A part of him loved it though

Because you both knew

Naughty girls get punished.

He could tell you were close. By the way you were gasping and whining and Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning as his hands closed around the curtain and he pulled it.

You screamed

“Namjoon! I-Your home early!” You nearly shout as you stand there in your shame. You knew he caught you. You knew that you had been loud.

“What a pity. My girl couldn't control herself huh?” He asked folding his arms over his buff chest and staring you down.

You felt flushed under his unwavering gaze. The water still falling on your naked body and your orgasm slipping away.

“I-” You started but you quickly shut your mouth.

“Nothing to say huh?” He teases as you slowly turn off the water and he hands you the towel.

You keep your head down in shame as you dry yourself off, feeling your orgasm fade into nothing but frustration as you clench your legs together and stare at his feet.

“You were close weren't you?” He asks.

You don't bother to use your words instead you nod as he bites his lip.

“Naughty girl didn't bother waiting for Daddy to get home to fuck you right. Had to use your fingers to get the job done and couldn't even do that.” He says shaking his head.

You are left speechless at his words as he lets out a low dark chuckle, his hands coming up to card through his hair.

“I set up a surprise for you on the bed. Put it on. Everything on. I will meet you downstairs after I shower.” He says giving you a curt nod as a dismissal.

You take the hint and wrap the towel around your body as you exit the steamy bathroom. Your hands are shaking and your heart is racing as you approach the bed and you gasp at his surprise.

Gone is the navy dress.

Instead, it is replaced with a low-cut red dress. The straps are thin and delicate and the material feels soft under your fingertips.

You have never seen this dress before in your life and you bite your lip in embarrassment,

Namjoon bought this for you.

You see he has also laid out your jewelry for the night. Delicate gold earrings and a gold cuff that you knew came from your jewelry collection

The last item on the bed makes you gasp.

It is a pair of black panties.

Very special black panties

That vibrates against your clit and you have only worn once.

You spent the day wearing them to test them out with Namjoon. You lasted only four hours before you both had enough and Namjoon dragged you home and fucked you roughly against the front door.

You bit your lip at the memory.

You were really in for it now.

You quickly put everything on and quickly styled your hair in a way he would love. You left the remote on the bed where he could see it as you exited the bedroom and waited downstairs as he requested.

……………………….

The car ride to the restaurant was quiet.

Almost too quiet

Namjoon was wearing black slacks and a black button-up shirt. He had left the top three buttons undone and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did that for you.

He knew how much you loved his chest

A single silver chain hung from his neck and you tried not to stare but you couldn't help it.

He spent the car ride looking out the window not even acknowledging you as he took in the rainy city around him.

You reached over to him, slowly linking your fingers and you could see a faint smile on his face as you let out a sigh.

Soon enough the car was parked and you were ushered in quickly under a black umbrella.

The restaurant was warm and cozy but high-end as you saw tables upon tables with gold tablecloths and a huge chandelier hung overhead.

Namjoon slipped into his roll effortlessly, putting his hand on the small of your back as he brought you around, greeting people with smiles and nods, not bothering to linger with anyone too long as he made his rounds.

You eventually found your way to a table where Jungkook and Jimin were seated, they both looked handsome as they had their heads bent low and were speaking to each other.

Just as you were about to approach the table your knees nearly gave way as the panties started to vibrate against your core sending tingles up and down your legs and spine.

You clung to Namjoon as you stared up at him in shock, he showed no sign of anything being wrong, in fact, he was smiling at the two boys in front of him as he hauled you to the table.

You clenched your teeth together and tried to smile as everyone said their greetings. Namjoon's hand was still on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing comforting circles as he let you ride out this wave of vibrations.

They were small but powerful and the way the panties were positioned meant it was hitting that perfect spot right against your clit.

You wanted to flutter your eyes closed.

You wanted to moan.

But instead, you steeled yourself and tried your best to focus on the conversation in front of you as you felt your legs wobble.

Just as the boys looked up to greet you the vibrations stopped.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.

This already felt like it was going to be a long night.

Soon enough it was announced that dinner would be served. You and Namjoon found your seats which ended up being near Jungkook and Jin and when you sat down to eat the vibrations started again.

You gasped and nearly dropped your water cup as the vibration pattern changed, this time it was short quick vibrations that had you reaching to Namjoon's thigh to squeeze the muscle, in a silent plea for him to stop.

You already felt so overstimulated by your interrupted orgasm earlier and the way this night was going you were sure you would cum without warning and embarrass yourself, and him.

You dug your nails into his slacks and felt your face heat up. The coil of pressure was beginning to tighten and you squeezed your legs together hoping to relieve some of the built-up tension.

You saw a hand wave in front of your face and looked to see Jungkook staring at you with a worried look.

Poor Jungkook with his big round eyes had no idea what was going on and why you were so out of it.

You cleared your throat to stop a moan from slipping from your mouth as Namjoon had not turned the damn thing off yet.

“Sorry Jungkook what were you saying?” You asked trying to keep your voice from shaking as the vibration pattern switched again to slow long vibrations which had you gritting your teeth.

“I asked how you have been. Joon said you have been so busy with work. Something about a big deadline coming up?” He asked innocently giving you a soft sweet smile which you would be happy to return if you weren't clenching your teeth and thighs together.

Right as you were about to respond the vibrations stopped and you let out a sigh of relief, your hand releasing Namjoon's thigh as you turned fully to talk to Jungkook.

He was sweet and patient with you, asking you tons of questions about work and your life as the food slowly started to come out on large silver plates.

It was all delicious and Namjoon let you eat in peace for the meal. His hands sometimes would wander to squeeze your knee, or dip higher which would cause your breath to hitch but overall you made it through without incident.

Once the plates were clear the bar was once again open and you found yourself standing at it with Taehyung, Namjoon, Jungkook and Yoongi.

The boys were chatting and you were scanning the crowd not paying attention to anyone in particular when you felt the vibrations again.

You gasped in surprise which caused Jungkook to look at you in concern.

“Y/N are you sure you're okay?” He asked as he stared you down with narrow eyes.

“Yes, I'm just…thirsty. Joon can you get me a drink.” You asked looking up sweetly at your boyfriend who was grinning down at you.

He could see you squirm and gasp every time he turned the thing on.

And he loved it.

“Of course pretty girl.” He said kissing your cheek and waving the bartender over.

He got you a glass of water which was slightly disappointing because you wanted some booze to get through this but you accepted it graciously. Sipping the drink you nearly had a coughing fit when the vibration pattern changed and you saw Namjoon smirk out of the corner of your eye.

It was getting hard to stand on your own two feet so you leaned against your boyfriend's strong body and let your eyes flutter closed. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and returned to his conversation with Yoongi.

It was getting to be too much, the vibrations were too high and you felt your thighs wet with your slick. Your hands were shaking while holding the glass and you couldn't focus on the conversation around you.

Sweat was starting to form around your brow as you bit your lip to keep a moan from falling out. Your hand reached to grab his bicep and squeeze as you opened your eyes to give him a pleading look but you saw he was talking to some other people who joined the circle.

People who were dressed in impeccable suits

and looked important

and here you were trying not to cum standing up.

You dug your nails into the soft material of his shirt as you felt the vibrations get stronger.

You weren't going to make it

You were going to cum right here… right now

Your eyes were starting to roll in the back of your head, you were drenched in sweat and trying desperately to cover it up and play it cool.

Namjoon was so absorbed in conversation that he didn't notice the pleading looks you were giving him.

He probably forgot the damn thing was even still on.

You clenched your teeth as the coil of pressure got tighter and tighter.

It was too much

way too much

If you could say your safe word you would

You squeezed his arm roughly and he finally looked down at you and his eyes widened in alarm.

He never switched the panties off

fuck

You looked fucked out, you were sweating and slightly shaking and he fumbled in his pocket for the remote switching it off.

You shot him a shaky smile as you excused yourself to the bathroom, nearly fumbling over your own two feet as you tried to get away from him to compose yourself.

You pushed the bathroom door open and took several deep breaths. Your hands shaky against the cool countertop.

You pushed your hair back and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

You looked positively fucked out.

Another vibration sent you flinching but you realized it was from your phone and not the panties.

You fished it out and read the message.

Namjoonie: Color?

You: Now, green, before yellow..almost red

Namjoonie: I'm sorry baby I got distracted and didn't mean for it to be on that long

You: I could tell.

Namjoonie: Don't be a brat. You better not be touching yourself in there. You're already in enough trouble my greedy needy girl.

You: No Daddy. I'm not.

Namjoonie: I am sorry but you are still on punishment for being a slut who can't control herself. A couple more hours then we can go home okay?

You: Of course Joon.

Namjoonie: Color?

You: Green.

Namjoonie: We moved from the bar to a table near the front. Meet me whenever you are ready

You made your way over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek as you snuggled into his side. You once again weren't really paying attention to what they were chatting about as it was all business but a remark from a man in a gray suit caught your attention.

“I mean come on guys? How long can a boy band from Korea last? You guys are getting older, fans and fandom can be a fickle thing. I'm just saying maybe invest in us and we can make sure you have stable jobs when this is all over.”

Your jaw dropped as you looked up at your boyfriend who towered over this man. His hand clenched on your back and you felt the electricity in the room. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was in a hard line. He shared a look with Yoongi, the same look you saw all those dinners ago. The cock of the eyebrow and Yoongi was calmly and politely putting this man in his place.

Namjoon stood tall taking small sips from his drink as he watched his hyung take care of it. He stared at the other man over the rim of his glass who had nodded in agreement the whole time his business partner was speaking.

Almost daring him to say anything about them or their fans.

Yoongi handled it perfectly and very polity told the man to mind his own business and fuck off. The man tried to back peddle and explain himself but the tick in Namjoon's jaw spoke for all of them as his excuses died on his tongue.

“Now if you'll excuse us we're going to go talk to someone else.” Yoongi finished as he walked away with Hobi and Taehyung next to him.

Namjoon shot the man a look that had him shrinking on the spot as he laced his fingers through yours and dragged you through the crowd.

The dominance that was radiating off of him was intoxicating and you thought he was going to lead you to the others but instead, he forcefully led you to the coat room hastily opened the door and shoved you both inside.

You gasped as he flicked on the light and threw you against one of the walls kissing you harshly. It was all teeth and tongue and his tall strong body pressed up against your smaller frame.

You whined against his lips as he slotted a leg between your thighs and you desperately grinded against it hoping this was your chance to finally cum after hours of teasing.

His hands tangled in your hair as he pushed his body into yours harder, he kissed you harshly as you moaned against his lips he swallowed the noises down. Your hand reached down to cup his aching erection and he hissed against your mouth.

“Fuck me Joon please fuck me. I'm so sorry I touched myself without you. Please Joon. Fuck. Please.” You were almost chanting as his thigh pressed against your wet core even harder as you ground against him.

“God baby your so desperate for me huh?” He mutters as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck and jawline.

You nod frantically as your hands hold onto his strong shoulders for dear life as you whine and continue to grind against him.

He slows his kisses and you cry out in frustration as he looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You know, Jungkook was really worried about you tonight?” Namjoon said as he adjusted his clothes.

“When you raced off to the bathroom he pulled me aside and asked me if you were okay. He thought you were acting…strange tonight.” Namjoon teased as you blushed.

“Well, he kind of scolded me because according to him you were unwell and I wasn't paying attention. So I told him the real reason why you were acting so…unwell.”

You gasped

Jungkook knew?

“What did he say?” You asked slowly, fingers coming up to adjust one of the straps of your dress which had fallen.

“Well, he admitted he thought it was hot. And he wanted in on it,” he said with a bite of his lip and a cock of his eyebrow.

“Wait what does that mean?” You ask feeling arousal shoot through your body.

“Meaning I passed him the remote. He will have it for the rest of the night. And if you can be a good girl and behave yourself and not cum all over the floor, well I offered him to join us.” Namjoon said with a satisfied grin.

You were speechless. Absolutely speechless as Namjoon stared at you, suddenly the space feels too small and too hot as you take in his words.

Jungkook to join you?

You had to admit the dirty fantasies that had popped into your head were enough to make you shiver.

“Thought you'd like that. My girl can't get enough cock so I figured I'd let you have two,” he says as he brushes past you and opens the door to the coatroom letting you exit first in a complete daze.

.........................

The rest of the night passed quickly. Namjoon didn't want to stay long after the coatroom incident and you had a feeling it was because he liked the idea of Jungkook joining as much as you did.

You had to admit Jungkook was not as torturous with the remote as your boyfriend was.

He would surprise you with quick bursts before turning the thing off which had you glaring at him. He kept pleasure just out of reach which made you even more frustrated.

By the time you were ready to leave you felt like even one single touch could have you cuming. You hastily put your coat on and you heard Jungkook snicker beside you. You shot him a dirty look but immediately regretted it as he flicked the panties on again causing you to wobble and grab a chair for support.

“Ready to go love?” Namjoon asks as he eyes Jungkook who is grinning like a menace and smirks as he waves goodbye to some people and drags you out to the car.

The air is damp after the rain and the three of you pile into the backseat.

You are stuck in the middle of these two ridiculously hot men in the backseat of the car. Their legs are spread which means both of their knees are touching yours and caging you in. Worst of all Jungkook hasn't turned the panties off yet.

Namjoon loops an arm around your back and plays with the small hairs at the nape of your neck as you shoot Jungkook death glares.

The pleasure is starting to build in your stomach and you let out a small whine as you bury your face in Namjoon's shoulder.

Jungkook finally pulls his eyes away from the window to stare at you, how desperate you look. How you are rutting your hips up and trying to stifle your moans. Honestly, it felt like a dream when Namjoon invited him to join him tonight and he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.

You were starting to lose control once again and you pulled your face away from Namjoon's shoulder to stare at Jungkook who looked at you with a small smirk on his face.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and plead with him to stop, or to touch you, the car stopped outside the house and Namjoon shot you both a look as Jungkook reached into his pocket and handed the remote back to Namjoon

Leaving the damn thing still on and vibrating.

“Okay I can't. If you don't turn it off you'll have to carry me to the door. I'm serious.” You plead out as both men grin and Namjoon shuts it off.

You sigh once again as you make your way out of the car and into the house. Kicking off your uncomfortable heels and sitting on the couch hanging your head in exhaustion.

“How are you feeling baby?” Namjoon asks coming over to the couch to sit next to you, his arms wrapping around you and comforting you.

“So overstimulated I …just. Please. I just need a minute.” You explain breathless as you bury your face in his chest and feel the couch dip next to you as Jungkook also takes a seat.

“Such a good girl for me. Baby, you did such a good job tonight.” He praises you as his hand sweeps your hair from your neck and he starts to give your skin slow soft kisses.

You want to cry out as just that motion has your legs clenching together, which he takes note of.

“So sensitive baby.” He teases as you bring a hand up to fist into his shirt.

“All your fault.” You mumble as a hand that does not belong to your boyfriend is suddenly resting on your bare thigh.

“I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you correctly Princess. Who's fault is it?” Namjoon challenges as you pull your face from his chest and stare down at the tattooed hand that is slowly crawling its way up your thigh.

“Mine.” You whisper as you can't tear your eyes away from Jungkook's hand.

“And why is it your fault? Want to explain to our guest why I made you wear those panties tonight.”

You swallow hard.

“Cause I was bad and touched myself in the shower without your permission.” You mumble.

“Shit Hyung torturing her like that because she touched herself. Your…well…wow” Jungkook replies clearly impressed as his hand climbs higher and is now resting just below the hem of your dress.

Namjoon chuckles darkly beside you.

“Kook. My princess was bad and needs to be punished. I'm thinking I'll let her suck you off and let you fuck her. You are allowed to cum. She is not.”

You gasp and feel wetness coat your thighs.

“She will only cum on my cock. Understand.” Namjoon says as he stands up and heads to the mini-bar, pouring himself a drink and grabbing a chair from the kitchen, setting it a couple of feet away and sitting on it.

Even though he is letting Jungkook have his fun with you his dominant energy is radiating through the room causing you to shiver under his heated gaze.

“Go ahead, princess. He's all yours. Show him you can be a good girl.” Namjoon directs as you turn to look and Jungkook and see his eyes are blown wide and his tongue is darting out to lick at his lips.

Jungkook leans in close and kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours and you melt into his touch. His hands wrap around you as he deepens the kiss and you whine against his mouth.

Jungkook laces his hands through your hair as his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips. You moan against him as you boldly climb on his lap. You hear him groan in satisfaction as you spread your legs and sit on his clothed cock.

Which is hard and thick against your core.

You want to hurry this along so you pull away from his lips and begin to pepper kisses down his neck and collarbones. He throws his head back and bucks his hips against your core.

You can feel him so hard under you and it just eggs you on to do more so you begin to suck on his neck which had his hands flying to your backside to massage the flesh.

You scoot back and pull his shirt over his head and are met with miles of toned skin and a whole tattoo sleeve which you could stare at for a lifetime.

His hair is sticking up in all directions and his cheeks are flushed as you slowly grind your core against his cock and pepper more kisses down his neck and chest.

His chest is heaving as your lips connect with the toned skin and you suddenly let out a gasp as panties vibrate again.

This time Jungkook can feel them vibrating against his clothed cock and pretty moans spill from both your mouths as you whip your head around to stare at Namjoon.

Who is sitting on the chair with his legs spread wide, the material of his dress pants taut under his thigh muscles as he grins at you.

“Keep going love you looked like you were enjoying yourself.” He says darkly raising his glass in a toast to you as he brings it to his lips and drinks the dark liquid.

You shiver under his gaze as you turn to Jungkook who is jutting his hips up to meet yours in absolute desperation.

You scoot back and run your hands over his clothed cock. His eyes flutter closed at your touches and when you reach for his belt he gasps.

You quickly undo his pants and slide to the floor as he stands up to rid himself of them and let his cock spring free.

It is long and veiny and it makes your mouth water as you take him in your hand. The skin is soft but hot under your palm as you slowly stroke him up and down.

Just as you are about to take him in your mouth the vibrations in your panties stop and you give kitten licks to the head of his cock.

Jungkook is groaning above you as his hands collect your hair to pull it back as you take the head of his cock into your mouth.

It fills your mouth perfectly as you get used to his salty taste. You slowly begin to bob your head focusing on flicking your tongue and gathering as much spit as you can.

Jungkook is a mess of moans above you and you whine against him as you take him deeper and deeper.

Your hand is working in tandem with your mouth and Jungkook is softly jutting his hips to get you to take him deeper. His hands are a tangled mess in your hair and when he pulls slightly a filthy moan falls from your lips which sends vibrations up his shaft.

You bring one hand up to fondle his balls and he pushes you away sharply.

You pull off with a gasp as you look up at him, his chest is flushed pink and his eyes are dark and blown wide. He stares down at you in awe and you grin up at him.

“Fuck Joon she's so good at that.” He says, eyes flicking to your boyfriend who is still sitting on the chair watching.

You turn around to see Namjoon palming his cock with his large fingers through his slacks and your stomach flips in anticipation.

“Please let me fuck her Joon. Please.” Jungkook begs and Namjoon offers him a curt nod as you stand up and wait for instruction.

Jungkook grabs a condom from Namjoon and rolls it on his throbbing length.

“Where do you want me Kook?” You ask as you slowly bring the straps of your dress down and let it pool by your ankles.

Both men are staring at you unmoving as you step out of the cloth and pick it up to drape it over the back of the couch.

You bring a hand down to your panties and stare at Namjoon waiting for instruction.

Namjoon offers you the same nod he did to Jungkook and you slowly pull the fabric down your legs and kick it over to Namjoon where it falls at his feet.

He shakes his head and smirks at you as you make your way over to Jungkook who seems to be frozen in place. His eyes darting from your breasts to your thighs to your pussy.

He doesn't seem to know where to look.

You run a hand down his bare chest and look up at him.

“Where do you want me Kook?” You repeat as he lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand through his messed-up hair.

“Fuck Namjoon you get her all time. You are so lucky.” He says as he grabs your waist and directs you over to the couch.

He has you lie down as he kneels between your legs. Instinctively you raise your legs so they are on his shoulders and his eyes widen as he stares at Namjoon in shock.

“She's very well trained,” Namjoon replies as you blush deeply.

“Should I? Do you want prep?” Jungkook asks as he stares down at you. His hands coming to rub down your tits and stomach

“She couldn't keep her hands to herself. We teased her all night. She's probably soaked. No prep.” Namjoon answers for you as you bite your lip.

Jungkook teases your hole with the tip of his cock and you whine out at the contact. Your whole body feels high strung and you worry that the second he enters you you'll come all over his cock.

Jungkook slowly eases himself in and you whine and arch your body up to meet his as his length stretches you out.

Once you are impaled on his cock you try to breathe and relax. Jungkook was not as big as Namjoon but without prep, it was still a stretch and you could feel yourself clench around him as he kneeled above you.

The burn is starting to subside as Jungkook begins to move slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to get you used to his length.

Your body is shaking under him as he looks down at you, chains dangling in your face as he begins to pick up the pace and fuck you harder.

“She likes it rough Kook don't worry about being gentle,” Namjoon instructs as you catch a quick smirk form on Jungkook's face before he straightens up and pounds into you.

The breath is taken from your lungs as he starts to thrust into you with more force. His hands are in a vice-like grip on your ankles keeping them in place on his shoulders as he pounds into you.

You are moaning and thrashing under him as you feel the head of his cock hit that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

He is groaning above you and you are keeping your eyes closed trying to subside the pleasure that is building inside of you.

“Look at him princess. No cheating.” Namjoon calls out to you as you open your eyes and are met with an absolute vision on top of you.

Jungkook's hair is plastered to his forehead and sweat is dripping down his brow as he rails you with reckless abandon. His lip is trapped between his teeth and his muscles are clenching as he chases his high.

You grab his shoulders and force his body closer to yours which causes him to hit deeper inside of you and a broken moan to fall from your mouth.

The coil of pleasure is getting tighter inside of you and you are almost sobbing from overstimulation as Jungkook is starting to pound harder.

The sound of slapping skin is getting louder as you claw at his back to keep yourself grounded. Your eyes are fluttering as you are having a hard time keeping them open with how well he is making you feel.

You are desperate to keep your high at bay as his thrust becomes sloppy and you know he is close.

You clench around him, wanting to tip him over the edge as quickly as possible as Jungkook is panting above you.

“God this pussy, so tight, so good. F-fuck F-f-fuck.” He groans out as he chases his high and his eyes widen as he locks them with Namjoon.

“Yes, you can cum inside Kook. She loves it.” Namjoon says calmly as his words alone cause you to clench again and he thrusts a couple more times before his cock is unloading in the condom.

You bury your face in his bare chest as you let him chase his high. You clench everything together to keep a tight seal for him but also so you don't lose it yourself.

When Jungkook finally comes down from his high he slowly releases your legs and you sigh as you feel the blood flow start to return to them.

He pulls out slowly and flops on the couch, hair a mess and breathing heavily.

You whine and look over at Namjoon who at one point took his pants off and was stroking his large cock slowly.

“Fuck Joon please.” You beg out not caring how desperate you sound.

“She's such a slut huh Kook. You just fucked her and she wants more. Can't get enough cock.”

Jungkook lets out a mumble of incoherent words as he gets up from the couch to move to the floor.

Namjoon stands up and pulls his pants fully off his legs stepping out of them with ease. Your mouth is watering as he stalks over to you, cock hard and bobbing against his stomach.

You suck in a breath as he sits down next to you and pats his thigh. He wants you to ride him, his favorite position.

“Figured we would give Jungkook a good show. I know he likes my thighs as much as you do.” Namjoon teases which causes Jungkook to make an embarrassed noise on the floor as you straddle him and his hands come to your waist.

“You did so well for me pretty girl. So good for Daddy. Gonna make yourself cum without my permission again?” He asks as he grabs the base of his cock and teases it through your soaked folds.

You shake your head and he laughs.

“Be a good baby and take daddy's cock huh?” he asks and with one swift movement, he grabs your hips and lifts you so you are impaled on his throbbing length.

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine at the stretch. Sure you just got fucked by Jungkook but Namjoon's cock had more girth and he stretched you out deliciously.

“Baby girl, how are you still so fucking tight after Jungkook fucked you?” He asks as he stares you down with an intense gaze that has you mesmerized.

“Fuck shit Joon it feels so good.” You whine out as you grip his shoulders hoping your body will relax soon.

“You can take it, baby. You always take it so well. Come on now. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show Jungkook how good of a girl you can be.” He asks as you clench around him involuntarily.

“Ah, so you like that. You like my maknae watching you whore yourself out.”

You throb under his words and slowly you fuck yourself on his cock. Your hands stay on his shoulders as you ride him.

Your body is tight with pleasure and you know you aren't going to last long as Namjoon thrusts up to meet you.

His cock is hot inside you and you love the feeling of his bare cock against your insides.

He can tell you are desperate as his grip tightens on your hips and he takes over, thrusting up inside you hitting your g spot with each slide of his cock inside your wet walls.

You close your eyes tight as you feel your orgasm approach at lightning speed. You are so overstimulated and so tired from the night's activities that you can hardly hold yourself up as Namjoon thrusts into you harder.

You are whining and moaning against the damp skin of his neck, you aren't even sure what you are saying anymore as you chase your high. You can feel your body getting hotter and tighter and you start to involuntary clench around him.

“Hold it, baby girl. Hold it. Let me cum first then you can cum.” Namjoon instructs out as you pull back from him eyes widening in shock.

He dips his head to flick his tongue over your nipple which has you arching your back and whining.

“Close… Close please Namjoon fuck please.” You cry out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Jungkook on the floor now in his boxers as he inches closer to you both to get a better look.

Just that fact alone has you clenching around your boyfriend again.

“I said hold it,” Namjoon demands as his hands grip your hips impossibly tight as he fucks into you. Letting deep grunts slip past his lips.

“Joon I can't. Please daddy I can't. I'm gonna cum. You-You gotta cum. Please, Daddy.” You wail as he chases his high and you are a moaning mess above him.

“Close baby girl so close that you can cum Kay.” He says breathlessly as his thrusts get harder and you are sure you can feel him in your stomach at this point.

You look down to see a slight bulge as he fucks into you and you snake a hand between your sweaty body to feel it pulsing inside of you.

Namjoon looks down at your small hand pressing against his cock head which is thrusting in and out of you at an alarming pace and he loses it.

He cums hard and deep inside you, panting your walls with his cum as you groan and whine at the feeling. His cock is still throbbing inside of you and you are so overstimulated that you are begging and crying above him as you try to hold off for as long as you can.

You want to be good for him.

Namjoon stills inside of you and you cry out at the loss of friction as you feel like you are teetering on the edge. You grit your teeth as tears fall from your eyes. Your body is a live wire ready to explode at the slightest touch and you are so overstimulated it is starting to hurt.

“Joon. Please. Fuck. I'll do anything. Please Daddy make me cum. Please let me cum around your cock.” You beg, lacing your hands through his hair and forcing him to look at the desperation on your face.

“Will you be good and not disobey me again?” He asks

“Please Daddy fuck I'll always be good for you please.” You cry out tears slipping down your cheeks.

Namjoon slowly starts to thrust back up into you pushing his cum deeper inside as you bury your head in his neck and chase your high.

His hand comes down between your sweaty bodies and he finds your clit with ease a couple of fast circles have you cumming around him

Your body shudders as you bite the skin on his shoulder as you throb around his length which is still buried inside you.

Your orgasm takes you over as you shut your eyes and let broken whines and moans spill from your mouth as you feel it down to your toes. You bury your face further into Namjoon's shoulder as you chant his name as you ride out your high.

Namjoon slows his thrusts as he lets you ride it out. You are chanting thank yous as you sob above him. The sensation of you finally getting to cum overtaking you.

Once your orgasm dies down you look up at Namjoon who is staring at you with so much affection in his eyes it makes your heart swell.

“You with us baby girl?” He asks as you chuckle and run a hand through your sweaty hair pushing it back from your face.

“Yeah I-Fuck.” You say as you slowly raise yourself to let his cock slip out of you.

You look at Jungkook who is still on the floor looking up at the both of you in amazement and you chuckle.

“Enjoy the show, Kook?” You ask as you untangle yourself from your boyfriend and stare down at the boy on the floor.

“God you both are so hot. Like what the fuck?” He teases as you all laugh.

“Come on I think we need a shower.” Namjoon decides as he raises himself and wraps his arms around you as he slowly lifts you from the couch and carries you in his arms.

That's the thing about Namjoon, he can fuck you rough and make you cum but he can also be the kindest more considerate person.

You feel admiration for him flow through you.

“Well, I guess I should go,” Jungkook says getting up from the floor himself as Namjoon turns to face the younger boy.

“Jungkook it's almost midnight. You're gonna shower and spend the night here. I'm not sending you away.”

Jungkook smiles shyly at you both.

“You sure? I don't want to impose.” He asks softly.

“Impose? Jungkook I invited you to fuck my girl. Were past the stage of imposing now come on.” Namjoon says as Jungkook's smile widens and he follows you and Namjoon to the bathroom.

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ao3org · 8 months

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Updates to AO3 "Mythology" Fandoms

Hi AO3 users! You may have noticed that recently, fandoms previously canonized as "Mythology" are being updated to "Religion & Lore". This renaming project is part of a wider ongoing process on AO3 about respectful treatment and naming of various religions, spiritual beliefs, faiths, and collections of folklores belonging to a particular religious or cultural tradition. This includes both major and minor religions, as well as reconstructionist, ancient, and modern religions.

In the coming months, the term "Mythology" is being phased out of canonical fandom names. This is because of its potential for use as a disparaging term, and the way in which it is used primarily for religions which are already under-represented. Since "mythology" has connotations of being fictional or inferior to the religious beliefs of the speaker or writer, and is unfortunately used in this way by some, the decision has been made to replace this term with something that the Wrangling Committee believes is more inclusive and less derogatory.

After extensive discussion between individuals from varying religious backgrounds and beliefs, including wranglers representing the various fandoms which were being covered, it was felt that "Religion & Lore" was an appropriate and neutral way to describe the bodies of faith, belief, knowledge, and tradition associated with many of these religions which were ancestrally imparted and regional in nature. It is also hoped that this will decrease ambiguous or confused use, allowing people to more accurately describe their works and find works in which they are interested moving forward.

The use of "Ancient" in many of these fandoms' names reflects that these countries still exist but now have different predominant religions or spiritual beliefs. For example, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore (as Greece is now a predominantly Christian country) or Ancient Egyptian Religion (as Egypt is now a predominantly Muslim country). Because "Norse" does not refer to an extant country, region, or culture, it is not necessary to specify that it is historical or ancient in nature.

The names of these fandoms will also have the native language piped, if the English-language demonym is significantly different from the native-language demonym or if there is a culturally specific term based on consultation with individuals who speak these languages as a first language. We hope to give representation to the language of the source culture by doing so.

Each of these changes has been and will continue to be carefully researched and discussed with traditional knowledge keepers and researchers from the cultures represented in the fandoms under discussion.

Many religions face the issue of texts being written long after their events occurred. Unfortunately this is something which is shared across many religious fandoms; AO3 seeks to treat these religious fandoms equally. Care has been taken in researching characters relating to these fandoms, and character tags will be canonized or made a synonym on a case-by-case basis. Fandom tags that are currently synned to the Ancient religious fandoms have been checked as thoroughly as possible to ensure that they are not referring to modern folk tales, and where possible such relatively modern folk tales are canonized as their own fandoms.

(From time to time, ao3org posts announcements of recent or upcoming wrangling changes on behalf of the Tag Wrangling Committee.)

#ao3 #archive of our own #tag wrangling changes #mythology #religion & lore

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laisai · 2 years

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So this OTW Election drama is getting out of hand...

I see a lot of panic and fearmongering, and I think some facts need to be stated to help put things into perspective.

The OTW, which operates AO3, has yearly elections for the Board of Directors. This is position which is occupied by SEVEN PEOPLE total. You can see the members of the current board here: https://www.transformativeworks.org/board-directors/

The entire Board of Directors works together to oversee the OTW as a whole. They cannot and also do not oversee the details of day-to-day operations, such as your tags being wrangled, or keeping track of donations, or responding to support tickets, or keeping the servers working, etc. (https://elections.transformativeworks.org/what-the-board-does/)

Therefore, ONE person being elected to the Board will not be able to completely shift the direction and goals of the OTW as a whole. You would need a 4 person majority at the very least, and the maximum number of seats up for election in any year is usually 3.

The requirements for running for the Board are fairly simple: 9 months in the previous year as a volunteer (everyone in the OTW, including Board members, are volunteers), not being in the Elections committee, being a legal adult, and being a paying member (basically the same as being a voter in the election). More info: https://elections.transformativeworks.org/becoming-candidate/

There is no nomination process or any sort of internal popularity contest at play here. Any views being expressed by a candidate therefore doesn't mean anything about the OTW's culture internally as a whole.

There is a period of time before the election where all eligible voters get emails at the same email address they will send the ballots to, with instructions to a mock-up page of the ballot so that people can work out technical issues if needed. People who need accommodations for any reason are also able to request them during this period weeks before the election. So asking for a "tech testing" period before the election happens is... pointless. It's already there!

Asking for more "screening" of candidates is reasonable on the surface, but the truth is, it could be ripe for abuse by people in charge of the process. Sure, perhaps the people who put these rules into place won't use the process badly, but who's to say nobody will ever be tempted to do so? It could lead to a Board and Elections Committee that works together to keep new ideas and changes in the OTW from ever coming to fruition. Just imagine the Board of Directors we hate in movies: old white men in suits who never want anything to change, and only let in people who are just like them. Also -- the reason we have elections AT ALL is so everyone gets a voice in how the OTW will run.

This isn't like the US Election (or British, or wherever you are) where your vote is one drop in an ocean of millions. The OTW and AO3 are actually not that big in the wider world, and that means each vote counts more. Also, the ranked voting system means peoples' votes can count towards their second- or third-favourite candidate, or so on. It's not all or nothing here!

I know a lot of people are worried seeing what seems like anti views coming from "within" the OTW itself, but it is still one person out of hundreds. People are always going to have varying opinions; the GOOD thing is that people are voting against opinions that they don't agree with. That means the voting process is working.

There is a conversation to be had, perhaps, about changing some policies and requirements for candidates and members future elections. But right now? Breathe.

There is no risk of the AO3 censoring and banning fic overnight, even if you personally cannot vote this year. After all, the candidates weren't revealed until after everyone donated, and we know antis would never give AO3 their money.

(And for the conspiracists out there: ballot-stuffing is not 100% impossible, but EXTREMELY UNLIKELY. You would need to have paid 10$ donations for HUNDREDS if not THOUSANDS of fake people (which is $$$$) months in advance and also set up hundreds/thousands of email accounts for all these fake people, or for real people with nefarious aims. The reason we know the moon landing wasn't faked is because that many people could not have realistically kept a secret for that long. We would have heard whispers about it. The same applies here. This entire debacle came out of left field over the course of a few days!

And all that work, for ONE member who can't unilaterally change anything? Please.)

#just leave candidates you don't like off your ballot #ao3 #otw #fanfic #fanfiction #fandom #elections #archive of our own #psa #signal boost

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mynameismckenziemae · 2 months

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Unbroken

Part 1

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: You (Jake’s younger sister, Emma) were gutted by the way your first (and only) relationship ended, you’re not looking for anything but some fun. Bradley Bradshaw shows up for your older brother’s wedding and is eager to scratch your itch, but refuses to let it be a one-time thing. Will you let him mend the heart he didn’t break?

*Should be able to read alone but helps to read Jake and Charlie’s story, ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’ first.

Warnings: 18+. MDNI! This chapter contains adult language and situations, future chapters will have smut. There’s probable veterinary inaccuracies-I work in people healthcare, not animal healthcare 🥴TW: unwanted/nonconsensual touching/advances. Please message me if you have questions.

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“Thanks for letting me get ready here, I was afraid I wouldn’t have time to shower and get ready after that last call. Does this look okay?” You ask as you check your reflection in the mirror.

“No problem,” your oldest friend and soon-to-be sister-in-law, Charlie answers as she comes into the guest bedroom. “Emma Lou, you look gorgeous. That dress new?”

Charlie and Jake had invited you over for dinner to meet the other half of their wedding party, Bradley Bradshaw.

“Kind of? I got it at the beginning of last summer, just haven’t worn it yet. It’s too short for church and can’t really wear a dress when I’m wrangling farm animals,” you laugh.

“Well, you could if you really wanted too. I’m sure the farmers wouldn’t mind,” she teases.

“Ew,” you shudder, thinking about one client in particular you work with. “No thanks.

“Anderson still being gross?” Charlie asks, reading your mind.

“Uh-huh. Speaking of, I have to go out there tomorrow, he thinks one of his cows is pregnant,” you sigh, following her to the kitchen.

“Can’t Gav or Noah go instead?” She asks, washing her hands at the sink.

“I’m sure either would in a second,” you reply, wetting your hands too. “They’ve been nothing but great since I joined the practice, but I haven’t told them how he acts towards me. They’d fire him in an instant if they found out. It’s dumb, but I feel like he wins if he knows it bothers me. Plus he brings a lot of money into the practice. Ky comes with me too.”

Charlie frowns but then nods. “Okay, but be careful. He’s a dead man if he ever lays a hand on you,” she warns.

You don’t tell her that he already has.

“So this Bradshaw guy…Is he as hot in person as he is on Insta?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nope,” she laughs, drying her hands. “Even hotter.”

“Off to a good start. Straight? Single?”

“Yes and yes. He told Jake he was going to ask me out but I think it was just to push Jake into telling me how he felt,” Charlie replies.

“Should’ve done that 10 years ago,” you mutter, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

“Bradley’s a sweetheart. I think you’d make a cute couple.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “I’m just looking to get laid. My vibe isn’t cutting it anymore.”

“What’s not cutting it anymore?” Jake asks as he walks into the kitchen behind the two of you.

“My vibrator. I was telling Charlie I need to get laid,” you answer, forgetting Jake was picking Bradley up from his hotel on the way home.

Jake coughs awkwardly, “Bradshaw, this is my sister, Emma.”

You cringe, laughing as you turn around, refusing to be embarrassed.

Damn. Charlie wasn’t lying; he is hotter in person. Dressed in tight jeans with a Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his dog tags, and a white tank clinging to his defined chest.

“Couldn’t have led with that, Jake?” You glare at your older brother before turning to Bradley with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

“You can call me Bradley, or Rooster if you want. Nice to meet you too,” he chuckles, cheeks flushed and his deep brown eyes twinkle with amusement as he takes your outstretched hand, making it look small. Your eyes flicker to his dog tags, wishing you could reach out and grab them to pull him in for a kiss.

“Who wants a beer?” Charlie asks, breaking the spell.

“Me, please, and thank you,” you answer as you reluctantly pull your hand away, wondering how his callouses would feel on other parts of your body.

“I’ll take one too, thanks,” he answers as his eyes do a perusal of you.

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“So you’re a vet?” Bradley asks as you finish your singer around Jake and Charlie’s kitchen table.

“Yep. Large animals mostly, but I’ll cover the clinic if needed,” you reply.

“Emma was always the smart one,” Jake says, nudging you with his elbow.

“And the pretty one, and the sweet one, and the strong one…” you tease.

“Strong one is true,” Charlie agrees, squealing as Jake pinches her.

“I’ll never hear the end of it ‘cause Em beat me in arm wrestling once or twice,” Jake rolls his eyes.

“Once or twice?! I was 14 the last time you beat me,” you scoff as Charlie laughs in the background.

“Sounds like there needs to be a rematch,” Bradley says, sipping his beer.

“I’m in,” you shrug, looking at Jake.

“Fine.”

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Everyone helps clear the table and load the dishwasher. It’s refreshing to see a man besides your dad and Jake help; you and Jake were raised without household gender roles but most of the men you know weren’t.

“Alright, on 3. Jake,” Charlie looks at him as she holds your intertwined hands. “No cheating.”

You laugh at the look he gives her.

“1, 2, 3!” Charlie says and releases your hands.

Jake’s stronger than you remember, but still not as strong as you. You let him push your arm a little, biting your lip to not laugh at the look of surprise that flashes over his face before you take a deep breath and push his arm down.

“Oh come on, you totally dropped your shoulder!” Jake argues.

“She did not, you’re just a sore loser,” Charlie laughs, kissing his cheek.”

“Gym muscle just doesn’t compare to farm muscle,” you grin, flexing your bicep.

“Guess not,” Bradley smiles.

Your phone rings and you frown when you see that it’s your tech, Ky.

“It’s work. Sorry, I gotta take this,” you excuse yourself to the front porch.

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“Everything okay?” Jake asks when you come back inside.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It was my tech. His kid is sick so he won’t be with me tomorrow.”

“So you have to go to Anderson’s alone?” Charlie asks, remembering your conversation from earlier.

“Yep,” you sigh, flopping down on the couch.

“As in Jim Anderson? The pervy old fuck?” Jake asks, sitting forward on the couch.

“That’s the one. He thinks one of his heifers is pregnant and I’ve got to go take a look at her before the weekend.”

“Shit,” Jake sighs, thinking. “I’d go with you but we meet with the pastor tomorrow morning. I’ll call him and see if we can-“

“No. You’re getting married in a few days. I can handle it,” you assure him.

“I know you can,” Jake agrees, “But it’d make me feel better if you weren’t alone.

“I can go with you,” Bradley offers. “I was just going to hang out at the hotel while these guys were busy.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you shake your head. “It’s smelly and gross.”

“I don’t mind,” Bradley shrugs.

“He can use some of my old clothes and work boots,” Jake adds. “I know you can hold your own, Em, but I really don’t like that guy.”

Knowing Jake won’t drop it, you sigh and look at Bradley. “You really don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I think it’d be cool,” he smiles so genuinely that you can’t help but believe him.

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at 8.”

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Bradley’s waiting outside the lobby holding two coffees when you pull up the next morning in your work truck. He looks good enough to eat, even if he is wearing your brother’s Wranglers and a Longhorn tee; your Alma mater.

“Two creams, no sugar,” Bradley says, handing a travel cup over. “I texted Jake how you take it,” he answers before you can ask.

You take a sip. “Oh it’s perfect, thank you. I was gonna treat you since you’re helping me out.”

“You’re saving me from a morning of scrolling on my phone, it’s the least I could do,” he replies. He’s practically vibrating in his seat as you pull out of the driveway.

“Excited?”

“Yeah,” he replies with a grin. “I’ve never been up close to a cow before”

You laugh. “Really?”

“Really. I grew up in the city.”

He tells you about it on the way; his dad died before he really knew him and much like Charlie, he was raised by a single mom that he lost to cancer too young.

“You don’t have any family left,” You realize softly.

“Mav’s like an uncle, plus Jake and the rest of the squad.”

“Jake’s not the best at expressing it, but he considers you a brother.”

“You’re telling me the guy who was in love with his best friend for 15 years but didn’t tell her isn’t good at expressing his feelings?” Bradley jokes.

“Crazy, right?” You laugh. “I hear you were gonna ask Charlie out.”

“I just told him that so he’d finally make a move. Yet he always says I’m snug on my perch.” Bradley sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah…what is the story with your callsign?” You ask.

“My dad’s callsign was Goose, so it’s a nod to him. I’m also a morning person.”

“That’s it?” You ask as you turn into the driveway.

“…why?” He asks, avoiding your question and your eyes.

“I was just wondering if it means you have a big cock,” you answer as you grab your bag and hop out of the truck, eyes flicking to his groin before meeting his with a cheeky grin.

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Bradley catches up to you a minute later.

“Good. He’s not outside,” you observe out loud as you round the corner of the barn. “I’m assuming she’s the one in the holding chute. Maybe we’ll get lucky and be gone before he realizes I was here.”

“That bad, huh?”

Your blood boils as recall you the times he’s touched your ass, brushed your breasts, and the inappropriate comments he’s made.

“Yeah, that bad,” you reply, starting your exam.

You finish quickly, laughing when Bradley turns green as you palpate inside her.

“Jesus! Your whole fucking arm’s inside her!” He gulps, turning away and patting her side.

“We got a fetus,” you say pulling your arm free, and removing the lubricated sleeve from your arm. “I just need to give the mama-to-be some vaccines and we’re done.”

“You know, she’s actually kind of cute,” Bradley says, crouching on the other side of the chute to rub her head.

“The calves are even cuter,” you reply, patting her. “I’ll be ready in a second here. Just a heads up, she may flinch.”

You hum as you draw up the meds, not hearing the footsteps behind you. You jump when a hand brushes your backside.

“Didn’t even come to the door to say hello. You avoidin’ me?” Jim breathes into your ear, reeking of chewing tobacco and old sweat.

“Hi Jim. No, I’m just in a hurry. Have a lot to do with Jake’s wedding in a few days,” you reply, stepping to the side to get out of his reach, refusing to look at him.

“You can spare 5 minutes, can’t you? I never get you to myself,” he spits before entering your space again.

“No. I’m here to see the animals, not you-hey!” You yelp when he tugs your ponytail.

That’s the final straw.

He stumbles when you jerk your elbow back, knocking the wind out of him when it nails his solar plexus.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” you seethe, quickly administering the injections and picking up your bag.

“Oh come on, honey. I was just playin’,” he wheezes, bent over. But he reaches for you again.

“You heard her. Don’t touch her. Or anyone else for that matter,” Bradley says calmly as he walks around the chute; but you can see his hand shaking out of the corner of your eye.

Jim gulps as he looks up at Bradley before nodding. “Alright. Sorry Em.”

“I’ll send you the bill and you can find your veterinary care elsewhere,” you reply, ignoring his apology.

Jim’s face goes white when Bradley murmurs something and slaps him on the back none too lightly before following you to the truck.

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“So that was unprofessional,” you sigh as you back out of the driveway. “But fuck, it felt good.”

“It’s not unprofessional to protect yourself,” he replies. “You’re quite the woman, Emma.”

Your cheeks heat under his praise. “I really appreciate you coming with me and having my back.”

“You had it handled, but no problem.”

“Can I treat you to lunch? As a thank you,” you ask as you pull into the parking lot of his hotel. Not admitting to yourself that you just want more time with him.

“You don’t have to do that, but yeah, I’d like to get lunch with you.”

“Great! I’d take ya now, but I smell like a barn,” you smile. “I’ll pick ya back up in about an hour after I shower.”

“Can’t wait,” he winks, walking to the lobby after shutting the door.

He grins when he glances back, catching you watching him walk away in those tight Wranglers.

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“Sorry I’m late. I ended up calling my coworkers to let them know what happened before Jim calls to complain.”

“No worries. How’d that go?” He asks, climbing into your personal (and much cleaner) truck.

“Good. They were furious,” you reply, continuing when he arches a brow. “But not at me, said they wish I would’ve told them earlier. Noah’s going to give him a call later. I’d love to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.”

“I’m glad they’ve got your back too.”

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“Wait a minute, is there where Jake took Charlie on their first date?” Bradley asks when he sees the sign for the scenic outlook turn, handing you a fry from the bag of food you picked up from Ray’s-the town’s old carhop.

“Yeah, he told you about that?”

“I gave him the idea. Well…sort of,” he chuckles. “He was freaking out and didn’t know where to take her. Wanted it to be special, you know? So I asked what he would’ve done if they were in high school. I laughed when he told me he’d take girls to a car hop and find some place to park and fool around, but he said Charlie would like it.”

“She did. She would get so jealous when he’d take other girls out. It was so obvious. God, he’s an idiot,” you laugh, parking under the shade of a live oak.

You eat your lunch on the tailgate as he tells you about his dates when he was younger.

“…my mom tracked us down when I missed curfew and didn’t answer my cell, found us necking in the grocery store parking lot,” he smiles.

“I’m sure it wasn’t at the time, but that’s hilarious.”

“It was mortifying. That was the first and last date I got with Ashley Jones.”

“Thats too bad; if your mom hadn’t found you when she did, you might be married with 2.5 kids by now,” you tease, sipping your milkshake.

He laughs. “Nah, I’m happy with where I am at the moment.”

You smile, catching his insinuation when his eyes meet yours.

“How about you? You ever come out here and make out in a truck with a guy?”

“Nope. I’m Jake Seresin’s little sister, so every cop in town always had an eye on me. Fucking Jake,” you sigh dramatically. “It’s like a rite of passage around here and he ruined it for me.”

“You know, I’m a guy….and we’re sitting in a truck,” Bradley murmurs, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.

“Yeah? You offering?” You ask, leaning in.

“I am,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

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Pin my Heart

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), Sexual innuendos, FLUFF.

*I don't consent to having my work translated/published on other platforms*

Main Masterlist

Thread the Needle Masterlist

PROLOGUE

Chapter 1 >>> Chapter 2

Shielding yourself from the harsh rain with your windbreaker, you bravely wade through it, with one objective - convince Hobie to be your partner and model for your final project. The entire day you've been thinking if he still owes you a favour that you can maybe cash in, and you've got the perfect one. You think at least, You never know with Hobie really. You'd think after more than ten years of being friends, you can get a read on him, but alas he's quite unpredictable, maybe that's why you like him so much, he still has a few surprises up his leather sleeves even after years of friendship.

The loud music coming from Hobie's and his roommates' garage acts as a beacon for you to follow through the downpour.

Entering the band's domain, you wave at them since they wouldn't even hear your greeting with the loud music they're playing. You watch Hobie do his guitar solo as you wrangle your wet windbreaker off you, used to the loud music, you watch his long fingers expertly play with the guitar. You catch yourself staring, so you turn around to hang your soaking windbreaker on an empty shelf, using this excuse to hide your flustered state.

Hobie finishes his solo and you turn back around, avoiding the knowing stares from his bandmates.

"There's our number one fan!" Hobie screams, his ears still ringing from the loud guitar riffs, adrenaline still rushing through him.

"Hey, everyone" you awkwardly greet.

"Hi, shy girl!" Hobie gives you a hug, knowing he's all sweaty from rocking out.

You try to avoid his hug by putting your arms towards him, "Hobie! You're all sweaty! Stop!"

"Look who's talking! You're also wet!"

"Yeah! from the rain, not sweat, asshole!" You try to push him off, but he's too strong, damn him and his strong arms.

He hugs you fully, putting all his weight on you, chin on top of your shoulder, his breath tickles the shell of your ear. "How's your day?" The ringing in his ears finally stops, and he can finally talk without screaming at you.

"It would've been good, if I didn't get Hobie sweat all over me" you huff, leaning away so that Hobie couldn't hear your heart beat quickening.

"Don't act like you don't like it, sweets" he winks at you, releasing you from his grip, but he keeps his hands on your shoulders, you're an arms length away from him. He stares at you, head tilted to the side.

Yuri, their new drummer pipes up, she clears her throat, getting both your attention from eachother. "I'm making Tea, y/n you want some?"

"Yes please, thanks Yuri" You smile at the raven haired sweetly.

They all pile out of the garage, as Hobie manually closes the gate. He reaches up to grab the handle to pull it down, his shirt rides up, you ogle at the exposed skin on his hip. For the second time that day you look away immediately, finding the discarded drum kit more interesting than Hobie's toned back.

The loud crash of the gate closing signals you to look back at Hobie. A chill runs through your body, you wrap your arms around your shivering form.

"Shit, you're gonna catch a cold, let's get you warm, yeah?" Hobie rubs your arms. He grabs your backpack from the floor, and then slings his precious guitar on his back. Hobie leads you inside the house.

The house seems to be much cleaner than the last time you visited, probably thanks to Yuri. The warm aromatic smell of the tea hits you like a truck, you sneeze at the sudden change of smell, or it might just be from the rain soaking you.

"Bless you!" Ned, the band's bassist, yells from the living room.

"Thanks Ned" You sniff.

"C'mon, let's get you dry, don't want you getting sick on me now" Hobie hugs your shoulder with his free arm.

"That was one time, Hobart" you glare at him. He snickers at your comment.

You two stand in front of his door covered in various punk band stickers. He leads you in by your shoulders, and sits you down on the bed.

"I like the new song" you say as Hobie plugs in the portable heater, then places it in front of your shivering form.

"Thanks, we've been working on it for a while" he grabs a towel from his drawer, while rummaging through it for a clean shirt, he tosses the towel on your head.

"Is this even clean?" You get a whiff of soap from the towel, answering your question.

"I'm not a barbarian" Hobie takes off his shirt, before you could ogle at him once more, instead you watch the light on the heater flicker. It's not the first time you've seen him shirtless, so why are you feeling so flustered right now? "What do you wanna do today? Can't go out though 'cause of the rain"

"Can I ask you for a favour?" You try to be blunt, so you could get it over with, wrapping yourself in the towel.

Hobie leans against the door, hands on his hips, he's now wearing a grunge long sleeved shirt that's too big on his shoulders, you see a peek of his skin from the various tears of the shirt.

"Ah, already cashing in the favour I asked you last night?" He raises his pierced brow.

"Yeahh? It's - I need your help" You look at Hobie, determination in your eyes.

"Are you in some kind of trouble? Knew you had it in you" he smirks.

"No, it's not that, I need your help for my final project"

Hobie remembers the tea waiting for you, "hold that thought" he leaves the room, you try to call him back in, but he continues towards the kitchen, you huff but you still follow closely behind. There goes the privacy of convincing him.

Yuri, Ned and their other band mate, James stop their conversation in the kitchen when they see you both walk in.

"Alright, what kind of project?" He questions your intentions, while preparing your tea, your preferred mixture practically ingrained in his mind.

You swallow your nerves, "It's nothing too big really, I - no, we need to create a look that encompasses us both, and for you to model it in front of my class?" The end of your sentence unintentionally sounded like a question.

Hobie stops from pouring milk on your tea, you can't see the growing smirk on his face. You snuggle the towel closer to you. His housemates sip their tea simultaneously.

Hobie stirs your drink wordlessly. He composes himself, turns back towards you, still stirring your drink dramatically. He looks like a Bond villain who can't wait to tell you his master plan.

"What's in it for me?" There it is. He sips your drink loudly, knowing that he's annoying you with the sound.

He doesn't even like milk in his tea, you thought, you bite your tongue from saying it out loud, you need to sweeten him up, so you try playing the nice card.

"What do you want?" Saying it through gritted teeth, trying to give him your best smile, you probably look like you're in pain though.

"Hmm, let me think" he taps the teaspoon against the mug, it clinks against the ceramic, he then brings it to his mouth with a loud slurp, releasing it with a pop. He's doing this on purpose, you cringe at the sound.

"How about I do your laundry for a month?" You negotiate.

"Nah, I can do my own laundry"

"I'll wash your motorbike every month for the rest of the year" you counter.

"Y'know I never let anyone else touch my baby"

His band mates' heads move from Hobie back to you, like they're watching a tennis match.

"Ok, um I'll buy you a new guitar then!" Gotcha you finally got him, hook, line and sinker.

Hobie hums at that "hmm, tempting, but no"

Frustrated at his lack of cooperation, "You know what fine, James," you turn towards his equally punk friend, "you wanna do it with me instead?" You should have worded that out better.

Hobie widens his eyes at the unintentional innuendo, he smiles at the opportunity, "Hey! No! I'm the only one you can do it with!"

His friends snicker, James looks at you with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Maybe you can ask Yuri, She might be more of your type." Ned teases.

Yuri winks at you. They laugh, Hobie looks at you through his mug with a smile, watching your reaction.

"Guys, really? You're a child, Hobie" You cross your arms over your chest.

"Wait, I've got an idea" Yuri runs off to her room before you could question her.

You and Hobie stare at each other, while he drinks your tea.

"You're lactose intolerant, you're gonna shit yourself later" you grin at him.

"I have lactaid," he says matter-of-fact.

Yuri comes back and gives you a card. "Here"

"What's this? A business card?" You ask.

"Oi, are you actually trying to get a lawyer involved?"

"Yeah, a divorce lawyer, with how you both are acting like you're married" Yuri sarcastically says.

"It's a rewards card from starbucks?" You show Hobie.

Hobie comes closer to see, you both look at Yuri questioningly.

"Since Hobie here can't figure out what to ask of you in exchange for his cooperation with your thing," Yuri points to the both of you. "I figured you both need a rewards system. You poke out a hole in the card every time Hobie wants you to do something for him"

You look at the card with ten logos you can poke out, words printed neatly on top 'buy ten drinks and get a free one!' you look at the back - it expired a year ago.

"So he can ask for ten things then?"

"That's right, better than what you were suggesting, and you can keep track of it all," Yuri adds.

"Nah, I don't think this is better" Hobie declines.

"Do you have any better ideas, genius? Or do you want us to keep going back and forth" you shove the card in his free hand.

"Fine, say pretty please first, lovey" Hobie walks closer to you, the tips of your sock clad toes kisses his bare ones with how close you two have gotten. He looks down at you with a smile.

If you didn't like Hobie so much you would've asked James or any of his punk friends. Honestly you just want an excuse to spend more time with him. With how busy your schedule is, the same goes for Hobie, compared to when you were younger, you two barely hung out this year.

Hobie hopes this project of yours makes you two closer than ever, he also hopes when you finally graduate you get to finally hang out more, but it's a stretch.

You exhale, you look up at him through your eyelashes, "Pretty please, Hobie" you say sweetly. You don't break eye contact, you're not going down without a fight "with cherry on top?" You bat your lashes for added effect.

With how pretty you look up at him, Hobie's breath hitches in his throat, he tries to play it cool though, so he lightly shoves his mug on your chest, signaling his defeat.

You take the mug to your lips, and sip victoriously. You lean against the kitchen island.

"Does that mean I'm out of the picture then" James says, you all look at him unsure if he's joking or if he actually means it.

"Come off it, mate" Hobie shuts him down.

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You're sweating bullets, wringing your fingers over the other, you wonder where in the world is Hobie? You sneak glances over your classmates and their chosen partners.

You see Flash next to a bombshell of a woman- all high heels, and manicured nails. Compared to his sporty style, he chose well. But judging from how the woman picks at her nails, and sighing every now and then, she definitely did not want to be there.

Your other classmates also chose well, the differences between their partners a stark contrast to each other.

Then there's you, sitting alone, without a partner. You busy yourself by sketching out a prototype of your project, instead of letting your thoughts freak you out.

The creaky doors open, like nails on a chalkboard. You stop in your tracks, head perking up at the sound, is it Hobie?

Your hope fades when your professor's heels echo around the room.

I'm gonna kill him, you internally curse.

Your professor looks around the room, her nose held up high. She opens her mouth to speak—

The door opens in a loud bang, the familiar leather boots strides in nonchalantly.

You would've sighed in relief, if not for Mrs. Williams glaring at Hobie.

"Sorry I'm late, teach" Hobie's hands are tucked inside his leather jacket, your professor's eyes narrow as she looks him up and down.

His eyes zeroes in your form. He smiles lopsidedly, Mrs. Williams follows his gaze, sizing you both up, she finds your pale blue cardigan a glaringly obvious difference to Hobie's leather jacket.

Noticing eyes on both of you, you give Hobie a shy smile, waving to get his ass over to your station.

The various metal on his clothes swing loudly, grabbing attention from everybody else who wasn't already looking your way. You cringe at the unwanted attention.

"Hey, love" Hobie gives his signature smirk.

"You're late!" You whisper-shout.

"Y'know how much I hate waking up early"

"It's half past eleven, Hobie"

"I'm here now aren't I?" He raises a pierced eyebrow.

You would've scolded him more if it weren't for your professor, glaring daggers in your direction.

"Looks like you all partnered up well" Mrs. Williams says plainly "ready your photographs" as she strides up to the nearest station.

"What photograph?" Hobie mimics your professor's cadence.

You elbow him to stop, just in case Mrs Williams has super hearing.

"This picture" you show him a polaroid tucked inside your sketchbook.

Hobie grabs it carefully, it shows you both two years ago, you're smiling widely right next to Hobie as he slings his arm around your neck with his guitar on his back. Hobie grins at the camera as sweat drips on his face.

He chuckles at the memory "I remember this, battle of the bands, right?"

"Yeah, your band won second place" you point at the silver trophy that Hobie's holding in the photograph.

"Should've won though" he slides the picture back to you.

"Aww, still salty, huh"

He leans on your side of the table, hand on his chin "we were robbed, lovey"

"Mmhm, sure" you tease him, even though he's right.

From your peripheral you see your professor looking in your direction.

You swallow down your anxiety, leg bumping up and down, feeling a firm hand on your thigh, you stop, looking at Hobie, a comforting smile on his lips, but all you can give him is a tight lipped smile.

He rubs comforting circles over your thigh, leaning slightly towards you to whisper "it'll be alright, it's just an introduction, you've got this" you would be flustered at the contact, but your nervousness triumphs over it. Hobie shakes your leg, taking his hand back when the professor stops on your station.

She takes one look at the both of you, eyes darting between your forms, she watches as Hobie places an arm behind your chair, smirking at the woman.

You can feel the bead of sweat falling on your forehead, hands shaking.

Mrs. Williams extends a lithe hand to you, asking for the picture on your table. You quickly hand it over, you don't want to make her wait, fumbling a bit, scared to give her a papercut.

She flips the picture to face her, you try to read her reaction, but her straight face makes it hard for you to understand her emotion.

"Good" she hands it over to you after a quick scan of the picture.

"Thank you?" You hold the picture like it's your most precious possession (it is) you can't believe that you actually impressed her, not knowing that the word 'good' is even in her vocabulary.

She moves to the next student, Hobie leans back in his chair, looking at you through his lashes "good? That's it?" He watches as you look at the picture with stars in your eyes, disbelief on your pretty face, Hobie thinks he's gonna have a lot of fun with you in this project, before you inevitably leave him for greener pastures.

He sighs, trying to dampen his thoughts, he's not ready for you to leave his side yet. You've been through thick and thin with him for more than ten years, it's hard for Hobie to think of you not by his side. He's proud of you, truly, but he can't help feeling that you're gonna leave him behind for someone better. He wants to savor every last second with you.

Hobie flicks your cheek, trying to get your attention.

"Ow, what?" You whisper-shout.

"What're you gonna do after this?"

"I don't have other classes today, I guess just go back to the dorms and design?"

"That's loser talk" he pokes your cheeks, what is up with him and your cheeks these days? "Come with me after this snooze fest"

"Where to?" You swat at his hand.

"Somewhere" Hobie shrugs, leather jacket squeaking when he moves.

"Last time you said that, I had to haul your band's equipment, while you lot were blacked out drunk"

"I wasn't blackout drunk" he mimics your voice on the last two words, "I wasn't even drinking that much"

"You introduced me to Ned, I've known him for five years, Hobs"

"So? A reintroduction doesn't hurt?" He tries to play it off, fixing the collar of your shirt.

"Just promise me it's not a pub, I don't want to take care of drunk you again"

He grabs his chest, feigning hurt "I thought you liked taking care of me?"

"I do" his heart sings, you slap your palm over his chest, Hobie's hoping you don't feel the thudding of his chest. "I just don't like getting your sick all over my new trainers"

He winces at the memory, but he bounces back immediately "yeah, but I can't help getting sick over you" Hobie casually flirts, hoping you finally get the hint, ten years isn't too late, right?

You roll your eyes, used to his flirting "stop, my classmates could hear"

"Let 'em" He leans back in his chair, mission failed, he'll get you next time.

Mrs. Williams clasps her hands, one look from her gets the entire room quiet, Hobie doesn't seem fazed though, staring directly in her eyes.

"We'll reconvene next week with your sketches and fabric samples, your partners included. Is that understood?"

A collective "yes ma'am" can be heard from her students, even some of the non-students say it. Hobie mockingly salutes in her direction, you're horrified, good thing she missed it though.

"Hobie!" You say through gritted teeth, grabbing his half raised arm.

"What? She didn't even see" he stands up, heavy boots thudding on the linoleum floors. "C'mon then" Hobie beats you to your backpack, waiting hand stretched towards you.

You hear shuffled feet, your classmates and their partners slowly file out of the room.

"Where are we going?" You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, he's being too nice.

"Told you, somewhere nice"

"Not a pub?"

"Not a bloody pub, it's too early anyway" he flexes his fingers, beckoning you over, "don't make me exercise my rights"

You chuckle "what?"

"The bloody card"

"You want to use one, for this?" You wave the rewards card after grabbing it from your pocket "must be some place important" you tease him.

"Yes, now give me the bloody thing" Hobie snatches it from your fingers, punching out the logo, you see it float down on the table. He hands it back to you, tucking it safely inside your pocket.

"Ooohh one down nine to go" you finally stand up.

"Let's go before they close" He slings his arm over your shoulders.

"Are we taking your bike?"

"Of course, I'm not letting you ride the tube, don't worry I brought your helmet"

"You're such a softie, y'know"

"Yeah, yeah" only for you, he wanted to add, maybe next time he gets to finally say it to you.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it, as always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️

*pictures above are from pinterest*

#thread the needle #thread the needle chapter 1 #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #spider man across the spider verse #x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv x reader #atsv fanfic #atsv hobie #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #fanfic

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shivasdarknight · 10 months

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OTW reprimands & punishes volunteer of color for speaking out against racist practices

If you at all care about the working conditions of OTW volunteers, then you must be made aware of what OTW just did to one of their volunteers of color.

You can view the entire piece here - which I highly encourage you to - as it's the letter sent to volunteer, Dhobi Ki Kutti, as apart of the first steps of Constructive Corrective Action Procedure (CCAP). In effect, it is OTW punishing Kutti for speaking out against the racist practices of OTW towards their own volunteers.

Please read the full letter if you can for the full context. I'll post a few excerpts from the letter + Kutti's response. It should go without saying, but what OTW has sent to Kutti is deeply inappropriate given that Kutti has been speaking out against the racist treatment of their volunteers of color. To reprimand and punish Kutti for speaking out against this is extremely telling of where OTW stands in regards to anti-racist practices, and have shown that they are willing to maintain a space that is hostile towards their volunteers of color for the sake of their white volunteers' and board members' comfort.

For the letter itself, key highlights include:

-Accusing Kutti of publishing confidential internal documents:

Several volunteers have also reached out to us with concerns that you have shared the contents of internal communications publicly in violation of the Wrangling Communication Policy. As you agreed when joining the Tag Wrangling team, [Link to How_to_talk_about_wrangling_in_public redacted] specifically prohibits the posting of internal communications externally which have not been made available to the public. "Broad topic discussion is acceptable, but giving specific details or copy/pasting quotes from mailing list e-mails or Slack rooms to public spaces is not. Doing so may be subject to CCAP or immediate dismissal.” This includes quoting internal conversations or emails directly. It seems that you've been in violation of this policy a number of times over the last month or so in posts where you have made a point of referencing and posting internal communications or quoting conversations externally. The specific incident cited to us in several reports is in regards to the comment you made on this post: https://www.transformativeworks.org/the-otws-commitment-to-safety-responding-to-recent-concerns-about-ao3/ The concerns that have been relayed to us include the way that particular violation of policy has impacted the volunteers' well-being. Your willingness to share internal details publicly has made them feel disconcerted and unsafe. Some have also said that they feel their privacy has been invaded.

-Made volunteers "uncomfortable" for discussing "tense topics" (it's clear that they mean racism)

Additionally, while this is not a policy violation, a number of volunteers have informed us they feel that the way you have repeatedly brought up tense discussions in public rooms has made the work environment unpleasant. While we agree that the issues you’ve highlighted are important, many are things that can’t be addressed quickly, and will require a lot of time and effort from the org. We don’t want you to feel that conversations about change are unwelcome, but we would ask that you be more understanding of the fact that not everyone wants to participate in them. We also want you to understand that the changes you’re asking for require an immense amount of work from volunteers who already have an existing workload. All in all, these aspects of your behavior of late have generally made other volunteers feel unsafe, stressed, and uncomfortable. It has also made Slack a considerably less pleasant environment for those who have reached out to us, making it more difficult for your fellow volunteers to communicate on the platform, and impacting both their mental well-being and their desire to actively volunteer with the OTW while it continues.

-Actions against Kutti:

Actions:

- Due to an abundance of caution, cease linking to social media posts which may, however unintentionally, link the fannish and real identities of volunteers within the OTW together. - Do not quote or cut and paste sections of documents, email communications, or internal conversations into external conversations or public forums. - Do not summarize internal communications for external spaces. Internal communications are not, and should not be, considered material that can be shared elsewhere (even in summary form) if they have not been released publicly by the OTW. The fact that this is something you have been doing consistently over the past month or so is a large part of what is contributing to some of your fellow volunteers feeling unsafe. - If you wish to ask a question about a particular social media post or comment on a post, and feel it is necessary to link the post or comment for reference, email committee chairs rather than posting in the Slack public rooms. - Be more cautious about how you link things, and consider whether links to other posts are really necessary when asking your questions. You will not be welcome to continue to volunteer with the tag wrangling committee if you cannot be considerate and respectful of the needs of your fellow volunteers. We hope you will take the concerns of your fellow volunteers seriously and adjust your approach going forward to take those concerns and their well-being into account. We also hope you will strive to be respectful of your fellow volunteers’ time and boundaries.

Kutti's response:

-Permission to repost and quote:

I am waiving my right to confidentiality and posting the entirety of the CCAP text below this, so that other volunteers can decide for themselves whether your actions are warranted or not. I also give permission for anyone to share this text and my response to it here, along with my org handle, in any public internet location they wish to disseminate it to.

-Response to the actions taken against them:

For my part, I had not expected the organisation would provide me such a blatant example of racist retaliation, but clearly, I had not set the bar low enough. I reject the authority of white people in positions of structural power in this organisation to punish me—a volunteer of colour trying to hold you accountable for your structural racism—by intimidating me and placing restrictions regarding my participation in OTW communication channels.

-Regarding the accusations of breaking the confidentiality policy:

I reject a cultist confidentiality policy that denies volunteers any opportunity to provide citations to back up claims of abusive organisational practises. The only quotes I have publicly posted are from official statements made by the Board and Chairs to all volunteers, and I shared them in response to a post where the official organisation statement was denying an accusation of insufficiently protecting its volunteer base. As a member of said volunteer base, I have the right to provide proof of my own experience. You have accused me of violating the confidentiality policy a number of times, without providing any other citations. Because I have been entirely focussed on demanding accountability within the organisation, it is very easy for me to enumerate any public comments I have made (copies of which I have recorded here: https://dhobikikutti.dreamwidth.org/). If you consider me citing my own words, voiced in internal channels, to be violating my own confidentiality then... you have overstepped, because I gave myself permission to ‘violate’ my own privacy.

-Regarding OTW referring to Kutti's discussions of racism as a "threat" to volunteers:

I reject your framing of my actions as a threat to individual volunteers. Anyone who will look at the history of my comments will understand immediately where the false accusation of me ‘outing’ a volunteer comes from, and can also find the evidence of the volunteer themselves linking the identity in question. I can say much more about the racialised double standards that this accusation is a part of, but it is obvious that you don’t actually think I outed anyone. Because, as the CCAP makes a point to reiterate, this is cumulative action being taken for everything I have said over the past month. That my comments have made the atmosphere ‘tense’ and ‘unpleasant’. That I have made multiple volunteers feel ‘stressed,’‘disconcerted and unsafe’, to the extent that I have affected their mental well-being. I am not ‘considerate and respectful’ enough to be welcome as a volunteer.

-Regarding Kutti's actions going forward:

I will make no statement of victim impact regarding what my experience as a hypervisible person of colour speaking out against racism in this organisation has been, because I know that you do not care. For the record, I have filed no complaint against any individual volunteer because my focus has always been calling out the institutional patterns of racialised inequity and hostility. I will continue to document this organisation’s racism till you suspend me, and afterwards. I will always be open to hearing from current and former volunteers of colour, and I will continue to maintain the confidences of people who trusted me.

-Important final words:

The Organisation for Transformative Works has been weaponising its incompetence since its inception to argue that it is not racist, merely hapless. This CCAP is evidence that despite all the issues that plague the official machinery— when it feels a sense of urgency and desperation to lash out at someone, it is, in fact, right up there with the best of liberal white institutions at performing racism masked in policing.

Again: please see the full letter & response.

This is deeply inappropriate behavior on the part of OTW. To the people insisting that if fans of color should volunteer if they want to see/make any substantial change: this is what happens when volunteers of color try to make substantial change to the organization. Their volunteers are already at risk because they don't do a good job of ensuring their safety in a general sense, but their VOCs are at an increased risk of racist harassment within the organization from white volunteers, attacks from people outside of the organization, and apparently from the organization itself!

OTW has made its stance known that it will not support its more vulnerable volunteers, and will side with white volunteers who report VOCs because they feel "threatened" by discussions of racism. Telling FOCs to just volunteer is asking them to be subjected to the same reprimanding and punishment that Kutti has just experienced.

#otw #our transformative works #ao3 #end otw racism #eotwr #racism #original #important

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fandomregression · 1 year

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Possible New AO3 Tags!!

So, I think we all know that the ao3 tag situation is...not ideal. You have basically two choices for tags: Age Regression/De-aging (which is technically meant for physically regressed/de-aged characters, not agere) or Non-sexual Age Play (which is...the wrong thing). Both of these tags are inaccurate for our community, but we have used them because its as close as we can get. It's even gotten to the point where Age Regression/De-aging has wrangled everything under the sun for agere (agere, age regression, regression, and every tag we make complaining about our tag situation). So! I have two possibilities for new tags we can use!

🧸Inner Child Therapy🧸

this one is probably the most obvious choice? at least it is to me lol inner child therapy is another, more clinical name for agere, so it would be a good choice. it's also not currently used for anything on ao3 (Healing the Inner Child is a tag, but not currently one with more than i think 3 fics, and it's not a common tag, so it would more than likely get wrangled, but I think it'd be okay)

with this one, we would also have the option to use secondary tags like we use with Age Regression/De-aging currently (think how a lot of fics use "Age Regression Little [Character]" tags, we could use something like "Inner Child Little [Character]" instead)

i think inner child therapy as a term would also help with the stigma around agere because it really...can't be confused with anything else? not as far as i can make out anyway lol

a con toward this would be that not many ppl currently know this as a term, and therefore it would be hard to implement

🖍Crayonfic🖍

i just think this one is cute. like we're all just out here writing our fics in crayon to share with each other hehe

in my head, this would even be able to include a whole tagging system using diff crayon colors to mean different things (when i was thinking of this concept, i was thinking along the lines of pink crayon = fluff, blue = angst, green = whump, purple = romantic, orange = platonic, white = diapers, etc etc etc etc)

it just so cute in my head lol, and it would definitely be easy to separate from the current tags

a con toward this one is just that it could be confusing to try to implement and i could see it getting wildly out of hand and complicated if we aren't careful with it

No matter what, it will absolutely be a struggle to change tags to get away from what we have right now. In order for any sort of new tag, one of these or something else, to work we would all have to agree not to crosstag. When tagging fics, you would *not* be able to tag it with the old tags and one of the new ones because it would more than likely result in the new tag getting wrangled and then we're back to square one. It would have to be a community effort to get it explained *why* things are different, now, and how to find fics. It would also be a struggle to get authors of older works to maybe switch their tags out so that new readers can find them more easily under a new tag.

These are just my ideas, and I'd love to open the discussion up to you guys!! If there's any other ideas for tags, I'd love to hear them!!!

#fandom agere #age regression #sfw agere #scooby shush #these are just my ideas!!#let's discuss!!!#i might make it a poll if enough people are interested so feel free to suggest your own ideas if you have them!!!#we could 100% put in our summaries that the fic is agere but we could not put in the tags because of wrangling if you know what i mean #i'd love it if we could just get age regression and de-aging separated but that would probably be impossible

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Unexpected 52

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, Andy is nasty in this, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Andy's palm clamps over your mouth, smothering any noise you try to make. You grasp at his thick fingers, puffing through your nostrils as you kick out, fighting his indomitable strength. This can't be. He wouldn't do this. Andy's a nice guy, the only decent guy you knew. It's why you couldn't bring him into your mess.

His arm tightens around your neck as he drags you backward. He presses his cheek to the side of your head and hisses, "shhhh, I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want, honey." You whimper as your feet bounce off the ground, "even though you hurt me. Over and over." He rasps as he hauls you with him, "I only wanted to give you everything. If you let me, I still can."

He swings you around and wrangles you behind his house. Your panic surges as your eyes prick hotly. You shudder and try to calm yourself. Luna. You have to get Luna.

You let your arms go limp, taking careful steps to alleviate the constraint around your neck. He fumbles to open the door and turns you inside. He slams it behind him, closing you inside the impenetrable silence of his home.

He marches you forward. You don't resist. He takes you to another door, this one you've never been past. To be fair, when you were there, you didn't stay long enough to explore. There's a thick deadbolt on the outside.

"Andy," you force out your tight windpipe, "please, don't hurt me--"

"Honey, I won't. We got a daughter to take care of," he opens the door to a carpeted staircase.

"I know, I know," you shakily reach back to touch his hip, "let me go, I'll go down but I could fall if you don't."

"I won't let you," he insists and lurches you forward.

He keeps his arm around your neck, walking you awkwardly down each step, following the sharp angle of the staircase. The basement is made up like an apartment of its own. It's finished with carpet and paint on the walls, changing colours to delineate the space. The kitchen in one corner, a living space in another, a queen bed against the wall, and the corner where the crib looks eerily similar to the nursery in Lloyd's house. You stop and look around, horrified.

Luna whines. You pull against Andy without thinking. You have to control yourself. You repress the urge to claw and fight him.

"Andy," you bring your hands up to your throbbing chest, "I need to feed her. She's hungry... I hurt so bad."

He doesn't let you go right away. He exhales and slowly drops his arm, grazing your hip as he does. You restrain yourself from running across the room. You move cautiously towards the crib. She's there, squirming and squalling for you.

You lift Luna and hush her as you hold her close. She's bawling in fear, you can't let her feel your own. You pull up your shirt and put her to your nipple, angling her to latch. You sigh and turn, sitting on the rocking footrest in front of the glider. You coo and pet her head as she feeds greedily.

"I'm sorry. I tried to feed her," Andy says as he shuts the door at the bottom of the stairs, "she wouldn't take the formula."

"It's okay, she's fussy," you assure him, trying not to think of the surreal circumstance. Just be calm. "Very hungry."

He nods and comes closer, his cheeks kissed red from the bitter winter. He looms across from you, watching as Luna suckles noisily. His gaze weighs on you as you find his eyes fixed on your chest. You don't let the shiver roll up your spine.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You try not to react. He's asking if you're okay and he's brought you down to his weird bunker? A place like this doesn't just appear overnight.

You gulp, "I'm just happy to have her back. Thank you, Andy."

He smiles and looks you in the face, "I'll keep you safe. Both of you."

You force a smile of your own. There's something off. You see it then in his glassy eyes, as if he's hypnotised.

"Do you have any tea?" You ask softly, "I'm cold."

He flinches and puts his hand on his chest. He clears his throat, "yes, honey, I'll get you some. You like green or--"

"It's late, chamomile?"

"Of course."

He finally backs up and you breathe through your nose as you look down at your daughter. You listen to him moving around the kitchenette. You hug Luna tighter. It's going to be okay, baby girl. I'll make sure of it.

You switch sides as the plucking turns painful. Andy sets down a steaming cup. You could throw it back in his face but you know better. That will only make him angry. You're not fast or strong enough to beat him. You're not getting out tonight.

"Thank you," you feel Luna ease in her hold, "she's getting sleepy."

He stands over you, turning to face you. His hand tickles over your shoulder and he leans it to caress Luna's head as she closes her eyes. You stiffen, livid as he dares to touch your child. You swallow it down as his hand wanders further and he squeezes your other tit. You wince.

"She's so beautiful, just like her mommy," he lets go and gets down to kneel beside you. He leans his head against your shoulder and watches Luna.

"Thank you," you breathe, roll your eyes back against a new wave of tears.

You never expected this, so how could anyone else? No one will come for you, you have to find your own way out.

🍑

Luna fusses and rouses you from your trance. Not sleep, just terror. The arm slung around your middle has you paralysed but it cannot keep you from your child. Slowly, you move Andy's arm away from you and sit up. He grumbles as you cross to the crib and lift your daughter, rocking her.

"What're you doing?" He rasps in his morning grit.

"Shhh, she might go back to sleep," you whisper, "she's just not used to her new... home."

He pushes himself up on his elbows and looks at you from under sleepy lashes. He yawns and sits up, fluffing the pillow up behind his back. He stretches his arm towards you, waving you closer, "I'll take her."

"Maybe in a bit, let me just calm her down," you cradle Luna tighter.

"I can do it," he insists, "let me hold our daughter."

His tone deepens, hard as iron. Our daughter? You can't let him hurt her. Or you, you're the only one there to keep her safe.

"Just be gentle," you gird as you come around the bed, "she'll be hungry if she stays awake."

"I know how to hold a baby," he retorts as he sits forward to take her. You carefully put her in his arms, reluctant to back away.

She wriggles as he gazes down at her. You twiddle your fingers, standing close, your chest tight and pounding.

"I go her," he insists, "can you get some coffee on, honey?"

You stare at him, blinking, then glance down at your daughter. "Sure."

You back away, inching to the kitchenette as you can't help but peek back over and over. He coos at her, his voice soft and higher than usual. It makes you want to throttle him even more. Luna feels much the same as her babbles turn to uncomfortable grunts.

You find a bag of coffee and open the machine in the corner. You quickly load it up as your daughter's voice tugs at you. You hear Andy growl.

"She won't stay still," he huffs.

"Like I said, she's probably hungry."

You go back to them and offer to take her. He hands her over but not without muttering. You pull up the same sweater you've been in since the previous morning. You get Luna latched and yipe as you feel a pinch on your other nipple. Andy tweaks through the rumbled fabric and pushes it up.

"Ow," you try to back up but he catches you by the hip.

You keep Luna in place as he turns his legs over the side of the bed and guides you close. You can't resist as you try not to jostle your child. He bares your other tit and in a second, his lips seal around your nipple. You cry out in shock, almost smacking his head as he suckles.

"What are you doing?" You exclaim.

"Mmmm," he hums and pops his mouth off, "you taste good."

"My milk is for her, Andy," you block him from trying again, pushing a hand against his chin as you keep your other arm under Luna. "Don't--"

He pulls his head back and reaches up to grab your tit, squeezing it until your yelp. It hurts so bad. A trickle leaks out as Luna's mouth detaches and she gurgles.

"Andy, you're going to hurt her," you snap.

He only kneads you harder. You whimper and your legs buckle.

"You have more than enough," he insists and slides forward, nibbling on your tender nipple. You whine and move Luna away from him, disgusted by what he's doing.

"Andy, please, I don't-- she needs to feed first--"

He ignores you and keeps suckling, your stomach churning as your daughter begins to wail. He doesn't care at all about your daughter, he's sick and twisted and would let her starve. Well, you won't stand for that. You will get her out of here, at any cost.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #unexpected #drabble #series #the gray man #andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #au

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sweetercalypso · 7 months

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Watch Party || Joel Miller

word count: 1.5k

summary: renting a Halloween movie turns into a nightmare when poltergeist!Joel Miller crawls out of your TV

notes: part two in my week of horror series! minors dni; female mast., male mast., voyeurism, facial, afab reader, better tags on a03 because tumblr hates this post

It’d started as a joke.

The dusty VHS tape sitting on your coffee table was a relic, an obsolete piece of lewd cinema recorded and forgotten by time. ‘Night of the Lustful Undead’ is clearly an outdated work, but you doubt that the twenty-first century has produced anything that rivals the corny obscenity featured in this parody of a classic horror film.

Static from the TV flickers in a black and white trance, casting a strange light over your living room, dancing across the furniture with an eerie glow.

You grab the tape and slide it into the VHS player that you’d pulled from storage just for this occasion, and settle onto the couch with the remote in hand. This started as a joke, but you’re in too deep to back out now.

When your Halloween plans had been cancelled for the third time in a row, you’d assumed it was a sign that you were meant to spend the holiday weekend at home. You’d told your friend about your dilemma over brunch one morning, and she’d said that time alone could be just as fun, as long as you knew how to spend it.

You’d blushed at the implication and laughed off her suggestive tone, but the idea had planted a seed in your mind, and by the end of the month, it’d grown into something more.

If you were going to spend the holiday by yourself, you decided that you wanted to stay on theme with your choice of celebration. A movie rental company on the other side of town had exactly the entertainment you were looking for.

You’d been grateful for the anonymity of the empty, dated storefront, though you’d struggled to make eye contact with the cashier as he’d stuffed your purchase into an inconspicuously plain plastic bag.

Now, as the opening credits roll across the screen, you’re still telling yourself that this is just an ironic charade. You’re not actually interested in the passionate plot you’d read on the back of the cover; you’re not secretly glad that your friends hadn’t invited you out at the last minute; you’re not vaguely aware of the heat simmering in your belly at the thought of what’s to come.

The scene opens with a grainy shot of a scantily dressed woman barricaded in the cellar of an old farmhouse – a reference to the film’s inspiration.

She’s toying with a radio to call for help when the reanimated “zombie” bursts through the door, mangled shirt barely covering his tan chest. He lunges towards her and she gives an exaggerated gasp before zealously attempting to wrangle herself free.

“Oh, that’s so fake,” you scoff, though your hands twitch absentmindedly at your sides.

Their stilted performances makes the movie seem more gaudy than you’d anticipated, but you’re too distracted by their heated struggle to worry about bad acting.

The performer in the scene is handsome enough – a burly, broad-shouldered man with dark eyes and a stony expression. The undead part of his character had been implied solely in his tattered clothes and the baritone warble of his voice, and now that he’s stripped down to his popped-open jeans, you can’t remember much else about his role.

Your hands inch into your lap as the two actors tangle themselves together, almost entirely abandoning the storyline they’d spent the first ten minutes building up. He lays the woman down on a conveniently placed blanket and moves between her thighs with the promise to ‘give her what she needs’.

The camera changes angles and you shift in your seat as the expanse of his back fills the screen. His muscles flex in time with his first experimental thrust, spine bent at an awkward angle as he leans down to groan against the woman’s throat. You barely notice the sound of her high-pitched moans over the guttural noises he sings against her skin.

When the point of view changes again and you’re met with a close up of his side profile, you’re immediately entranced by the sight. His nose is pressed against the woman’s cheek, brows pinching together as they share greedy breaths between their open mouths.

You gasp as he glances over at the camera. For a split second, it felt like he was looking directly into your eyes.

The thought is enough to bring you to your breaking point, finally caving in and slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of your sweats. You’re soaked between your thighs and the sound of the actor’s heady pants fuels the urgency in your touch.

Your fingers swipe messily at your clit as the man on the screen picks up pace, grunting a breathless command of ‘don’t come without me’ into the small room.

The camera switches to a more scenic shot of the pair and you mourn the loss of his close-up features. The woman seems to have forgotten her character’s earlier reservations, thighs wrapped snugly around his waist, one hand knitted into his dark, tussled hair. You silently envy the way she gets to explore his form.

She throws her head back in pleasure and you imitate the act, almost like you’re trying to envision yourself in her place. Your eyes squint shut and you picture his face again, dipping your fingers into your core.

Light from the TV flashes behind your closed eyes, a wild display of vivid colors that doesn’t fit the setting of the movie. The sounds of their affair are replaced with a jarring static that makes you groan and slump down into the couch. The tape must be jammed.

You peel your eyes open with a disappointed sigh, already feeling the tightly-wound coil in your gut beginning to unravel. So much for enjoying your alone time.

From the flicker of the screen, you notice a tall silhouette looming beside the TV. The color drains from your face when it begins to move closer and you realize that it’s taken the shape of a man.

You’re frozen in fear, too scared to move and too dazed to consider whether your heart is hammering out of panic or eager anticipation.

The figure stops just a few feet away and you’re able to piece together his identity. The mused hair, the stubble on his cheeks, the hills and valleys of his exposed shoulders and chest – the man from the screen is here in front of you.

You look towards the TV in disbelief. Everything seems to be exactly the same, minus the empty space that he had once filled.

His scene partner is still plastered on the screen, blurred by the digital lines running across her image. Without his presence, the movie seems much more like the unserious spoof film you thought you’d purchased.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” his gruff baritone breaks the monotonous white noise coming from the speakers.

“How did you…” your question trails off before you can finish it. What could he say that would make you understand?

He nods towards where your hand disappears beneath the waist of your bottoms. “Keep going. I want to watch.”

His own hand is wrapped around the length of his cock, moving slowly to keep his interest limited to your assent. He’s close enough that you can see the pearl of precum dripping from his ruddy tip, glinting in the light of the flickering screen.

Your fingers move of their own volition, circling your clit with a gentle pressure, matching the leisure pace of his hand gliding over his length. Small chirps and sounds of pleasure fill the air, turning into little hums and choked sobs as your shared tempo becomes faster.

“Y’like my cock?” He spits, thighs flexing as he bucks into his palm. “Dirty girl, getting off on watching other people fuck.”

You whimper and stretch your free hand out to motion him to come closer, but he shakes his head and bats it away. “No – you’re gonna finish what you started.”

He takes another step closer and rubs his thumb over the underside of his cock, laughing to himself as your jaw hangs open in awe.

“Make yourself come, and then I’ll touch you however you want.”

A few more swipes over your clit is all it takes for you to reach your peak, crumpling forward and shuddering through your release. You’re still catching your breath when a warm hand meets your cheek, pulling your attention up to the man towering above you.

His cock stands just inches from your face, and he twists over the shaft once, twice, before he comes, striping the evidence of his arousal over your glazed features. He hisses out a blissful noise and taps the weeping head against your parted lips, leaving a salty taste in your mouth that makes your walls clench.

He tips his head to the side, admiring the opaque lines streaked across your face. When he takes a step back and glances at the TV over his shoulder, you’re afraid for a moment that he might disappear. He turns his focus back towards you with a grin, and the look in his eyes says he’s not leaving anytime soon.

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