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[aprilcitys]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦢˚. ᵎᵎ 𐔌 THROUGH THE LENS II ⋆.˚ ( BOBBY FRANKLIN X READER )

— before you read this, I suggest you go ahead and read part one.

plot: 1990, you work at a camera shop in San Jose's suburbs, your co-worker, bobby, is some emotionally driven weirdo with a weed addiction. he intimidates you, he fantasizes about you. an obsession that leads him to do stuff he never even thought himself capable of.

warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, voyeurism, masturbation, recorded sexual acts, bobby still being a dick, just a little softer this time.

a/n: this is the second part of a short series I'm writing called 'through the lens' please note that English ain't my first language so i apologise if there are any mistakes! enjoy x tags: @snowgirlieee @cinnamonsugarfawn @bjuli22 @snorklingfae

you had never felt so paranoid before—so much you didn’t seem to be enjoying life anymore. you viewed everyone as people intending to harm you, when walking home, you always shot looks behind to make sure no one was following you home, every time you heard a noise remotely close to a camera shutter, you would feel your heart hammering. 

somehow, you also felt ashamed and stupid for being so naive. the man you had been talking to online, sharing bits of your life with turned out to be a creepy stalker with ill intentions. you started questioning everything he ever told you and everything you had figured about him. was he truly someone of your age? you simply couldn’t imagine a young man being such a creep, they were always old men in movies.

you always thought this stuff only happened in movies too. it made you sick to think it had happened to you of all people, what were the odds? had this stranger purposefully emailed you to get in touch? how did he get your email? or your address? there were so many questions. 

you did mention your work to him multiple times, and now you were scared he might come by someday and terrorize you. so much that you had begun suspecting every old men who stepped in the shop. it could be anyone.

“hey?” your co-worker Bobby snapped at you, you jumped in surprise, “you okay?” he asked.

you frowned, wondering when he started caring about your mindset, “i’m okay, just a lack of sleep.” 

“what can possibly keep you up at night? watching sailor moon while making pink glittery bracelets for your best friends?” he mocked you.

“is that really how you view me?” you frowned and finally looked at him fidgeting with a wooden beads bracelet he wore every day.

“that’s the image you’ve always gave me,” he explained while motioning between you and him. 

“well you’re wrong,” you rolled your eyes and turned back towards the counter.

the door to the shop opened, a man in his forties with long grey and white hair and a beard stepped in the shop, you smiled at him before your eyes shifted down his shirt, your heart skipped a beat when you recognized the star wars logo with a parodic quote written under.

it could just be a coincidence, everyone loves star wars, is what you told yourself before trying to play it cool. 

“good evening, what can we do for you?” you asked with a smile. 

“hi, i called earlier about a camera i wanted to buy from you,” he said. 

an old star wars man with a camera obsession, this could not just be a coincidence. 

“oh, you’re indiana, right?” Bobby stepped in the conversation, apparently, he had been the one to have him on the phone.

“that’s right,” he laughed, a sound that you despised. 

“yeah, we kept it aside for you mate,” Bobby grabbed a cardboard box from underneath the counter before setting it on top of it, “your name’s indiana? for real?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“no, it’s just something my friends call me because i’m a huge fan of indiana jones,” he explained before taking the camera out of the cardboard box to take a better look at it. 

you watched their interaction from afar, your blood running cold. Yoda loved both indiana jones and star wars as well, “no way, i love indiana jones too,” chuckled Bobby.

“you’re a fan of both indiana jones and star wars?” you stepped in the conversation, they both turned to you, staring.

“yes… i mean i believe it’s quite obvious,” he showed his shirt off with a giggle, you awkwardly smiled.

“woah, great,” you held your thumbs up. 

you tried telling yourself it was just a coincidence as well. everyone loved both indiana jones and star wars. i mean, harrison ford! your co-worker glanced at you with a frown as he whispered, “what the fuck is up with you?”

you brushed it off and walked away towards one of the shelves to rearrange it while Bobby took care of the client, you heard them saying goodbye to each other before you heard the door to the shop open, you looked at the reflection in the window and suddenly met his eyes. your heart skipped a beat as a soft gasp escaped your lips before you turned to properly look at him, but it was too late, he was gone.

“will you please restock the kodak shelves instead of acting like a freak in front of the clients?” exclaimed Bobby.

“yes, sorry,” you said uncomfortably before moving around the room towards the back of the shop, almost tripping on your way there.

you got off work earlier than Bobby that day, he was in charge of closing the shop. you said goodbye to him, he barely acknowledged you so you cussed him out under your breath before grabbing your bag and leaving. this time, you didn’t bother putting your headphones on and listening to music like you usually did, this was a habit you stopped picking up ever since finding out you had a stalker. 

you walked down the street, passing by all the other shops and corporate buildings. you stopped in front of one of the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green. you saw someone stand beside you from the corner of your eyes, you slowly turned and your heart flipped.

there stood the client from earlier, the cardboard box under his arm as he looked at the light, waiting for it to turn green as well. your eyes widened in pure horror as you felt your palm getting sweaty, almost slipping from your bag’s straps. he felt heavy eyes on him and turned, his eyes widened in surprise.

“you again,” he said enthusiastically.

“yeah,” you responded with nothing but discomfort in your voice. 

then the light turned green, you were the first to step on the crosswalk, moving faster than he was, keeping your head lowered. you bumped into many people trying to make your way through the crowd, not looking back. the one time you did, he was still there, following and staring at you. you gasped and walked even faster before turning to another busy street and turning again to see if he was still there, and he was.

you had enough.

you stopped in your track, took a deep breath before turning at once and starting to scream across the street, “stop following me you creep!” you shouted at him, everyone turned to stare at you, the man stood frozen in front of you with raised eyebrows and a flabbergasted air on his face, as though he didn’t know full well why you screamed at him this way.

“what?” he said softly.

“don’t act innocent now! do you think it’s okay to email young girls on the internet then filming them changing and harassing them at their job?” 

gasps echoed through the crowd, you held onto your keys hard before he started pleading his case, you shook your head and ran back to the shop, ignoring the dozens of people staring at you. you started having a full on panic attack on your way there before you slammed the shop’s door open and closed it behind you.

Bobby turned, startled before frowning at the sight of you, “what the fuck are you doing here?” he asked.

“there’s a man out there, following me, the client from earlier,” you said breathless before walking towards him and trying to regulate your breathing.

”what? who?” he frowned and approached closer trying to get a grasp of whatever was going on, “the guy who bought the nikon camera?”

“no, the other one,” you said, holding onto your chest, feeling your heart pounding hard.

“indiana?” he asked and you nodded before trying to explain.

“it was just emails at first! he was so nice and i thought he was someone my age but then one day i came home and received a video tape of myself changing and he said it was him, and—” 

“hey, calm down. it’s okay. breathe,” he reassured you and held your shoulders tight.

“he was just following me down the street… i don’t wanna go back there,” you started sobbing. 

“that’s fine. you don’t have to. do you need me to drop you off?” he asked, such kindness felt unusual coming from him, you almost didn’t believe this was real.

“what?” your eyebrows drew together as you wiped your tears away, “you’d do that?”

“if that makes you feel safe, just give me five minutes.”

“but the shop doesn’t close until 7PM,” you said as you watched him starting to gather his stuff. 

“Ed doesn’t need to know about it.”

ten minutes later, the shop was closed and you found yourself in Bobby’s car, a 1984 Ford F-150, it was somehow the exact car you pictured him driving. you gave him your address and he drove you there, he parked right in front of your house not even fifteen minutes later, he turned the engine off and you sat there awkwardly, holding tightly onto your bag. 

you look at the rearview mirror, he noticed it, “he can’t get you here,” he assured.

“he knows where i live. he has videos of me changing in my room.” 

“how did he even get your address?” frowned Bobby.

“i’ve been trying to figure it out as well,” you told him as your jaw tightened out of nervousness.

“you have to talk to the police,” he said while tapping against the steering wheel.

“i can’t. i’m too scared. my parents would kill me if they found out i even talked to a stranger online for so long,“ you looked out the window while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers. 

“so you’re gonna let him harass you?” asked Bobby. 

“i’ll be alright,” you assured before grabbing your bag and opening the car door, “thanks for dropping me off.”

you didn’t give him time to respond and closed the door behind you before disappearing into your house, your parents immediately called for you, “hey honey! dinner’s ready!” you heard your mom’s voice across the hallway. 

“i’m not hungry,” you said firmly before hurrying upstairs.

you stepped in your room, locked your door and immediately closed your curtains before hiding beneath your bed sheets and staying there until sleep came to take you away.

the next couple of days had been rough, all you ever did at work was eye towards the door and resenting the moment you’d see him walk in again, because you knew it was inevitable. Ed would sometimes stand there and stare at you, wondering what was wrong. he tried to ask Bobby if he knew anything, but he swore he didn’t. which was a lie. 

you tried to wonder if all of this had been under different circumstances—would the feeling be different? if it had been a young guy like you, would you find it hot and sexy instead of disgusting and humiliating? you were ready to pretend it was the case just to ease up the terrible feeling. 

the door to the shop suddenly opened, you heard the familiar bell ring, it startled you and you turned only to find Bobby coming back from his smoking break. a wave of relief flickered across your body, you went back to counting the money in the cash register before feeling him approaching you.

“you alright?” he asked, concerned.

“yeah,” you tried to put on a smile, but Bobby could read it in your eyes—how you had not properly slept in days. 

he gazed at Ed from the corner of his eyes before whispering, “he worries about you. and i feel like i can’t be the one to tell him what happened the other day.” 

“Ed can’t know,” you shook your head and put another band of money into the cash register, “you know how he is. he’ll worry to death and think he has to do something about it. i don’t want to be a burden.”

“you’re not,” he assured you. 

“Bobby please,” you begged him and finally looked at him, “i’ll be alright.” 

you couldn’t believe in your own words, it was as though you were still trying to convince yourself. 

“but thank you for dropping me off the other day.” 

“no problem,” was all he said with a nod and pressed lips before turning away when he realized you weren’t particularly open to any kinds of conversation at the moment. 

you got off work at 7PM that day and went back home, it became a ritual to always look back to make sure you weren’t being followed. you hated it—this constant feeling of being watched and unsafe. 

you reached for your mail box as soon as you arrived in front of your house, you opened it and found another FedEx package, you frowned and grabbed it, not really checking who it was destined to—your parents might have ordered something online. 

you went inside and closed the door behind you, you ripped the package open to find another VHS tape inside. your heart raced, your jaw tightened and you swore you could scream. 

not again, was all you could think of. 

“honey! come on! i made mashed potatoes, just how you like them,” said your mother.

you immediately shoved the tape into your bag, “coming!” you tried to cover up the concern and pure terror in your voice. 

you hurried towards the dining room and helped your parents set the table before eating quietly. your parents noticed how zoned out you were, but they didn’t question it, thinking you were probably just tired from work. yet all you could think about was what the hell could be on that tape this time?

you made sure to always close your curtains, you always looked around the streets to make sure no one was there to follow you or take pictures. 

you went to your room as soon as your mother allowed you to go, you grabbed your bag along the way and ran up the stairs before locking yourself in your room.

you grabbed the tape from your bag then the VHS player you had left in a corner of your bedroom. you plugged it into your computer and sat on your chair, you imagined the worse while looking at the tape. you flipped it and noticed a handwritten note stuck on it.

i am no old man

your lips trembled before you finally set the tape into the player—would it be a video of him showing his face? you genuinely had no idea what to expect.

the video played, it was oddly filmed, but if you could describe it best—there was a desk in the very middle of it with a big mirror standing behind, on top of the desk was a computer that played a familiar video, someone was filming everything. but you could tell it trembled from holding it with one hand.

then the camera panned down. 

Oh.

Oh.

your mouth fell agape when you saw him holding his cock firmly around his hand, despite the poor quality, you could catch a glimpse of the veins and his glistening pink tip. your eyes widened in pure surprise and shock, a faint chuckle escaped your lips, you didn’t know if it was out of pure amusement or nervousness. 

the camera panned up again to film into the mirror, that computer still played that same video, you could see his reflection better, yet his face was still cut out. but from what you could see, he was not an old man. he had abs, muscular arms of a moderate size, probably the size of your thigh. you unconsciously stared at his happy trail while his moans and whimpers began filling your room, you immediately lowered your volume.

he was moaning your name, you brought your hands to your mouth before you finally realized what was playing on his computer.

it was that video of you changing. 

he was masturbating to you. 

“what the fuck,” you whispered to yourself, still in pure astonishment. you didn’t know whether you liked it or hated it, but the feeling was different. 

you liked what you see—how he looked physically. you only saw men looking so fit and muscular in magazines, and you’d never thought someone looking that good would ever lust over you. 

“you wanna watch me cum for you? wanna see how much i wanna fuck you? you’re so pretty baby,” he said, something awoke within you as soon as the words left his mouth in a soft whimper.

his camera panned back down, showing his hand stroking his hard and throbbing cock harder and faster, his moans becoming uncontrollable, his voice sounded like heaven to you. you noticed his wooden bracelet bouncing back and forth every stroke. 

then he came all over his hand, a loud whimper echoed, as though he had just relieved something painful. you blinked at the video before pausing it and immediately closing the window and taking the tape out of the player. you tried looking for the first tape as well before throwing them into an old shoe box and hiding it in your closet, hoping no one would ever find them. 

you fell back onto your bed with a heavy sigh, trying to process what you had just witnessed. you still could see it, every frame of that video engraved in your brain. you hated yourself for slightly enjoying what you had seen. you thought maybe you were crazy for romanticizing such a situation. 

but you couldn’t help it—and now that you knew you had been wrong about who it could’ve been all along, your only goal was to find out who truly was sending those obscene videos.

[aprilcitys]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦢˚. ᵎᵎ 𐔌 THROUGH THE LENS I ⋆.˚ ( BOBBY FRANKLIN X READER )

plot: 1990, you work at a camera shop in San Jose's suburbs, your co-worker, bobby, is some emotionally driven weirdo with a weed addiction. he intimidates you, he fantasizes about you. an obsession that leads him to do stuff he never even thought himself capable of.

warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, voyeurism, bobby being a dick and an obsessive weirdo

a/n: this is the first part of a short series i am currently writing called 'through the lens' and I hope you like it!! keep in mind that english ain't my first language so i apologize for any kind of mistake.

“someone is asking for some paillard 16mm camera?” you asked your boss Ed as he sighed heavily at your incompetence—he still couldn’t tell whether he had made the best choice hiring you for your good looks and cute smile that would tend to seduce customers or if it had been the worst of his life because of your ignorance when it came to cameras. 

“look in the back, it’s a fancy black camera with a crank. you’ll know when you see it.” you thanked him and disappeared in the back of the shop, looking for the camera among the hundreds of cardboard boxes. you saw a ‘paillard bolex h16 16mm’ camera that resembled the description Ed had given you. 

you grabbed the box and left the store room and walked back to the old man who had asked about the device, “there it is!” you said enthusiastically as you set the box on the counter with a loud thud, almost scaring your co-worker Bobby. you eyed him with a judging look, you never particularly liked him, he was rude, smelled like weed most of the time and talked to people like they weren’t worth anything. 

your salary clearly wasn’t enough for putting up with him. 

“is it still working?” asked the customer, your eyes fell back on him as you unboxed the camera and showed it to him more closely.

“yes it does!” you replied and felt Bobby’s gaze on you, studying your every move and word, waiting for the moment where you’d fuck up and he’d get to correct and humiliate you. 

“how much is it?” 

“that one would cost you $120.”

“and what are the lenses?” he asked as his wrinkly fingers brushed on the camera, you immediately fell silent, your boss watched from afar with an eye roll and a head shake. 

you heard Bobby chuckle beside you at your lack of response while the customer stared at you, “there are 16mm, 25mm and 75mm lenses, sir,” Bobby stepped in and pushed you aside to dominate the conversation, “you can run it at 8, 16, 24, 32 and 64 frames per second.” 

you walked away as soon as you realized there was no point in trying to get your customer back. you stood by one of the kodak section and began reorganizing the shelves as your boss whispered to you, “got robbed again?” 

“it’s like a hobby for him,” you rolled your eyes. 

Ed let you get off work earlier that day, it was around 6PM when you were walking back home with your walkman stuck in your jeans pocket while dionne warwick played. you hummed to the song when no one was around to hear. you recognized your house in a corner of the street, you took off your headphones and suddenly heard something behind you. you turned, but nothing.

your brows drew together as you slowly turned back and checked your mailbox—empty. you opened your front door, dropped your shoulder bag on the ground and immediately helped your parents in the kitchen. the table was then set and dinner lasted about an hour like it always did, your parents would ask about your day at work, your dad would complain about his colleagues and the projects he was working on while your mom brought some neighborhood gossip to the table, all while the radio played in the background. 

you helped with the dishes, bid good night to your parents before running up the stairs and locking yourself in your room.

the wallpapers were white with pink flower details, you had a small antique vanity in a corner of your room with your closet beside it that had pictures of you and your friends stuck on the doors. your bed was a cottage bed with pink and white sheets and white pillows with brown teddy bears embroided on the fabric. right next to your bed stood your desk with your computer.

you closed your curtains, turned your computer on to check your emails and in the meantime changed into more comfortable clothes. once the computer was fully on and running smoothly, you opened your emails.

from: [email protected] 

to: [email protected]

subject: you’ve been hit by the…

you’ve been hit by the…

$$$ MONEY TRUCK $$$

now that you’ve been hit, you need to hit 7 other people with the money truck, including—

“shut the fuck up,” you mouthed to yourself and immediately deleted the email. then something caught your eye, a mail from a sender you had never seen before. 

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

subject: pirated star wars movies

*mp3 copies of all three star wars movies*

got these from an AOL chat room, sent me all the mp3 files, enjoy bro

you frowned, confusion waved through you. you clicked on one of the files and it began downloading an mp3 files that was about 420MB. people usually checked for viruses before downloading files from an unknown source, but you had no awareness of that. 

you played the movie, a video player opened and the familiar star wars music theme played so loudly it almost startled you. you immediately closed the window and decided to reply. 

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

subject: re: pirated star wars movies 

hi, i think you got the wrong person. i don’t plan on watching star wars at all.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

is this not Jasiah?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

not at all.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

sorry

whoever you are, you still should definitely watch star wars 

you laughed at the mail before shaking your head and turning your computer off before heading to bed.

you clocked in at work at 10AM the next day, Bobby had already been there since 8 and you thought it would be the perfect moment to ask him when he had taken his days off so you could take yours as well while making sure there was still always someone at the shop with Ed. 

“can’t you take your friday instead? i have something planned on saturday with my friends,” you asked. 

“think i care about your social life? i have a commercial to film on saturday,” Bobby explained. 

“who cares about your commercials? they’re not even being broadcasted in theaters before a movie.” 

“one day they will. they’ll be on TV,” he said confidently, you wished you could reach that level of delusion. 

“sure,” you rolled your eyes, “well in that case, take your tuesday instead so i can actually have a two days weekend.” 

“whatever,” he brushed it off with an eye roll.

“dick,” you whispered to yourself and walked away.

it has been days since you last spoke to Bobby, on friday night, the day before your hang out with your friends, you called them to tell them you had to cancel. it was around 8PM when you hung up, you had to wake up at seven the next morning to clock in at work but thought you still had time for a movie. 

you remembered the guy from the emails, and eventually also recalled having the first star wars movie downloaded into your computer: why not watch it? you turned it on, found the files in your folders and played the movie before shifting the screen to the side so you could watch it while lying in bed. 

you got cozy in your pink and white sheets and focused on the movie. you were absolutely gobsmacked by the end of it and felt like watching the second one was a need. it was 10PM, but you thought you had time for the second one. 

you recovered the guy’s email with the copies and downloaded the second and third movie, you played the second one, it was midnight when it ended, and since you couldn’t wait, you watched the third one. 

it was 2AM when the end credits rolled, your eyes widened in shock. you could not believe you had waited so long to watch these movies. you had to talk about it to somebody, and a special someone came to your mind. 

you sat on your chair while trying to keep quiet before opening your emails and reaching out to him. 

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

subject: star wars movies

hi, i listened to you and watched the star wars movies in one sitting. i haven’t had such an experience since reading the lord of the rings. the plot twist of darth vader being luke’s father had me speechless, i love han and leia together, the soundtrack was really good and the special effects are crazy! 

what is your name by the way?

i know it’s late and that you probably won’t reply, but just know that i’m glad that you accidentally emailed me with the copies

you checked your other emails and was ready to turn off your computer when another notification caught your eye. he had responded.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

subject: re: star wars movies

good girl

i’m glad you liked them. vader being luke’s father was crazy, i remember being thirteen years old seeing this in theaters and everyone going insane. han and leia have insane chemistry together, i refuse to believe harrison ford and carrie fisher aren’t fucking in real life. john williams is amazing when it comes to making soundtracks, he also made the songs for indiana jones which also stars harrison ford. you should watch those too if you haven’t. star wars special effects’s revolutionized the film industry, it’s insane! they hand painted most of the backgrounds for the movies!

also, my name is none of your business, but you can call me darth maul. but what’s your name?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

wow, now i want to see them in theaters, it must be a whole other experience to share this with other people. i have also never watched indiana jones (i know, i suck) do you think you have pirated copies of them? or do i have to go buy them in store?

also, darth maul is ridiculous and lame, i’ll just call you yoda ‘cause you’re probably some old creep and wrinkly like him. 

my name is also none of your business, but you can call me leia 

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

*mp3 copies of indiana jones*

there you go, hopefully you’ll like them as much as star wars, feel free to email me again when you’re done watching them. 

and i’ll gladly call you leia if it means you’re as charming as she is

can i ask where you live? you don’t have to answer, just wanna know how far you’re from me

you and him emailed back and forth all night until the clock struck 7AM and you realized you had to clock in at work.

you and him emailed almost everyday for weeks afterwards, talking about movies, music and interests you shared. you found out you both lived in california and you figured his age based on his way of writing and interests—he was in his twenties just like you were. there were times you tried to imagine what he might look like, you couldn’t help but picture some redhead nerd with dirty glasses, a lisp and braces who was probably unemployed.

but other parts of you liked to imagine a tall, handsome man with luscious blonde hair like george michael’s. he would have deep, blue eyes and a nice smile—you couldn’t help but feel slightly attracted to him which felt odd for you knew so little about him and didn’t even know what he looked like. but it was in the way he always seemed interested in what you had to say and talked about topics like he was a pro.

he did mention being the tallest kid in eighth grade—but that was years ago. maybe he stayed the same height now? you didn’t think much about it, you didn’t care about what he looked like though you enjoyed fantasizing about it, you liked talking to him because of his personality, and he seemingly did too.

it got to a point where you couldn’t even focus at work anymore, “hey,” Bobby snapped at you as he leaned over the counter, “what’re you thinking about?” he said, almost annoyed.

“nothing,” you shook your head and straightened up, you suddenly noticed his shirt—a star wars one. it reminded you of him, everything reminded you of him. then your eyes went up to meet his, he smirked a little as though he knew something you didn’t, you hated that smile, “what’s your problem?” you asked with a frown.

“nothing,” he mimicked you with a shrug and a chuckle before he pulled out a blunt and lit it up in the middle of the shop. 

your eyes widened in shock as you looked around to make sure Ed was not around to see that, “you can’t smoke in here, it’s against the rules,” you said to him. 

he didn’t respond and brought the cigarette to his lips to take a puff and then exhale the smoke into your face, you grimaced out of disgust, “what are you gonna do? tell on me?” he shrugged with an amused smile, “i can’t take a break, i’ve used them all already today.” 

“then take another one, i won’t tell. just get out of here, it stinks,” you almost begged him. 

a faint smile spread across his lips with a faint acknowledging nod, “thanks,” was all he said before he walked away and disappeared in the back of the shop. 

you went home late that night, had dinner with your parents, and had the same routine as always, you turned on your computer and checked if 'yoda' had responded to your mail from this morning. 

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

i can’t believe you can watch grease with a straight face and not cringe, the songs are great but that’s it, it’s just straight up misogynistic. 

i guess you’ll see this tonight so might as well ask you now: how was your day?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

grease is romantic okay? that’s why i love it. your favorite movie is blade runner, you’re lame.

my day was disastrous, my co-worker kept stealing every customer that even went my way. he is such a dick. i don’t think i’ve told you about him but he’s basically a rude idiot with a smoking habit who thinks he’s so much better than everyone else. 

i don’t know what’s holding me back from quitting. 

anyway, how was yours?

you never got a reply. you went back and forth between reading a book and checking your emails all night but nothing. you thought maybe he was just busy and let it go, you turned your computer off, went back to read and finish one chapter before heading to bed.

you woke up late the next day, your shift only started at 1PM and you spent the entire morning getting pretty just ‘because’. you kept curlers in your hair while doing your makeup before putting on a baby yellow shirt and a pink cardigan with blue jeans. you took the curlers off your hair and brushed the curls off before you grabbed your purse and headed out. 

it was 12:52 when you stepped in the shop, your joyous energy immediately caught Ed off guard, “hello sunshine!” he said enthusiastically.

“hi, Ed!” you smiled and left your purse behind the counter where Bobby stood, counting the money that was kept in the cash register. 

he didn’t even look you way, he would usually shoot you at least one look even if it was a distasteful one, but today—nothing. 

“hey,” you said shyly and put on your badge on your cardigan.

“yo,” he replied, still not looking at you. was he being an extra dick today?

“i like your shirt,” you said, nodding at his ‘end apartheid’ crop top. 

“what’s with you?” he finally asked with a shake of his head as he turned to you.

“i’m just in a good mood,” you shrugged, not understanding what the issue was.

“you’re insufferable,” was all he said before he walked past you, hitting your shoulder with enough strength to get you to quietly moan in pain. you held onto your arm and turned to watch him disappear in the store room, wondering what the hell was wrong with him today. 

you closed the shop that day, it was 7PM when you started walking back home, it was dark and few street lights were lit up, you turned to a corner and stepped in your front yard before checking your mailbox as you usually did. you grabbed a few magazines your parents were subscribed to and headed home. 

“hey honey,” said your mom, “we left you leftovers in the fridge,” she continued while cuddling with your father on the couch, watching another sitcom.

“thanks,” was all your said before you grabbed the leftovers from the fridge while leaving the mail on the kitchen table and heated up the food. 

once the microwave beeped, you grabbed your food and headed to your room. you locked the door behind you and set the plate on your desk while turning on your computer just to see if 'yoda' had responded—but nothing. you angrily turned the computer off and changed into more comfortable clothes. 

then you felt it again—that odd feeling that someone or something might be watching from afar. you felt an unfamiliar lump in the depths of your stomach before you spun to your window and realized you had forgotten to close the curtains. you immediately brought your pink cardigan back on your naked chest before stepping closer and staring out the window. 

your heart raced as you searched for any wandering eyes passing by the street, but nothing, only the neighbor’s cat walking around your front yard. you sighed heavily and closed the curtains before dropping your cardigan to the ground and grabbing an oversized NASA shirt. you quickly headed to bed, it wasn’t long until exhaustion took you away. 

the following days had been uncannily quiet—you hadn’t heard from 'yoda' and started worrying. maybe something had happened to him? you would check everyday for new mails, but nothing. you thought maybe he got hacked, but when you realized there was no point in speculating, you quickly ceased overthinking the situation. 

the atmosphere at work became even more unbearable, Bobby behaved differently. he was always used to be rude, but very talkative, making sure to always annoy you. but now, nothing. he was oddly quiet. and you had started to miss him being a dick towards you, when there used to be a dynamic. 

“are you gonna take a day off this week? i’d like to get friday off, but if it doesn’t fit with your schedule, let me know,” you said softly before shouldering your bag and getting ready to get off work. 

“just do whatever you want,” he dismissed you, you didn’t say anything else and just left, your grabbed you walkman and stuck it in your jeans pocket as the ronettes played loudly in your headphones. you tapped your fingers to the beat against your leg while bopping your head and mouthing the lyrics before you arrived in your front yard and opened the mailbox like every other day. 

but today, it was different.

the mailbox wasn’t empty or filled with fashion magazines, a package with your name on it sat in the very middle. you frowned and hesitantly grabbed it in your hands, you didn’t remember ordering anything recently. you stepped inside the house quickly, dropped your bag onto the ground and ignored your mom calling you to set the table, instead, you ran upstairs to your room.

you ripped the package open and found a VHS tape with a handwritten note.

thought you’d want to see this.

you frowned before taking a closer look at the tape, you left it on your bed and went downstairs to ask your father for his VHS player, he disappeared in the garage for a short moment before returning with a VHS player, you grabbed it and thanked him before heading back into your room. you turned your computer on and plugged the player onto it before grabbing the tape and sliding it inside. 

a video player window opened, the video was blurry at first. then your heart skipped a beat when you recognized yourself walking down the street, singing to dionne warwick. your eyes widened in shock when you also recognized your house. your hand gripped on your chair for support as you feared what would come next. 

you froze and so did the image as white noise filled the room, then the video reappeared. your stomach dropped. there you stood in the middle of your room just days ago, changing. you immediately stopped playing the video and tried to hold back from puking. your eyes then drifted towards your open curtains. 

no, you thought before rising from your chair and abruptly closed them, you saw a notification appear on the bottom corner of the computer screen as you sat back down. your heart dropped to your stomach again.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

like the video?

your palms became sweaty as you endlessly stared at the mail, your fingers unable to move to type a response. you tried to take a deep breath but the betrayal felt too horrendous to calm you down. you began imagining the worst case scenarios: how you must have been exchanging with a pedophile for weeks, or a human trafficker. 

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

what are you talking about?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

don’t play dumb now, the vhs

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

that was you? how could you do this? i trusted you

who are you?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

you don’t want to know 

just know that i know more about you than you might think. 

then your phone suddenly rang, you jumped in surprise and held onto your chest, feeling your heart pounding hard. you stared at it ring for a moment, could it be him? at last, you brought enough courage to pick up the call and press the old phone against your ear, “hello? who is this?”

“you know who it is, leia,” an oddly low voice with a new york accent spoke through the phone, a shiver ran down your spine as you tried to speak. 

“leave me alone! you’re scaring me. is this a prank?” you begged, fearful. 

“a prank? you think this is a game?” you heard him laugh devilishly, your blood ran cold. the mere idea of someone walking this earth with footages of you half naked brought discomfort. 

“what are you? some kind of old creep?” you asked, your voice and hands trembling. 

“maybe yes, maybe not… fuck around and find out,” he laughed again. 

“don’t ever call me again you fucking weirdo! and don’t even think of trying to reach out,” you yelled before hanging up the phone. you cried when the feelings finally hit.

[aprilcitys]

unprotected sex with modern!aerion ༉‧₊˚✧

18+ explicit sexual content, cheating trope with Duncan, cunnilingus, fingering, oral & unprotected sex, obsessive aerion!

a/n; this is an extract from my wattled fanfiction "babygirl" so if you like this, i suggest you check it out!! enjoy ꕤ

"Let's clear some things up," began Aerion after Flora had finally hung up on her boyfriend, Duncan.

She slowly turned to face him with raised eyebrows and a quiet sigh, "what?" she muttered under her breath. 

"When you're with me, I don't wanna hear about him, I don't want him to call you either. Why are you here tonight?" he asked.

Something about the way he spoke to her made Flora scream from the inside, she tried to act like her heart wasn't racing, "because it feels right," she responded.

"No," he said, almost pissed at her answer as his tongue flickered across his lips, "why are you fucking with me?" 

Flora fell silent, then it suddenly hit her—the reason why. Something she never had with Duncan, a feeling she thought she would never get to feel ever again, "because you know how to speak to me." 

"How do I speak to you?" his thumb brushed against her knee.

"You tell me what to do." 

"Do you like it when I tell you what to do?" he muttered, his hand dangerously getting higher. 

Flora didn't say a word, she only quietly nodded and gulped hard, but Aerion needed more, he needed words. His hand went up her inner thigh, she softly gasped at his touch and his eyes darkened, looking into hers.

"I need you to say it baby. Say you'll do anything I ask you to do." 

"Aerion—" she breathed heavily. 

"Say the words," he demanded. 

"I'll do anything you ask me to do," she muttered and felt him starting to kiss on her neck, then his lips hovered hers as he smirked. 

"We need a safe word. What do you want it to be?" 

Flora thought for a minute, she did need a safe word to set boundaries, she needed something to ground her again, "Duncan," she whispered and looked into Aerion's eyes, he stifled a laugh with a sneer on the corner of his lips. 

"Okay," he agreed to it before kissing her softly then reaching for her phone that she had left on the couch, she laughed and saw him trying to unlock it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just putting some music," he said and clicked on the first spotify playlist he saw with jazzy vibes, some Sinatra played, he rose from the couch and gently grabbed her hand, "let's dance." 

"What?" she laughed with a frown.

"Come on, relax a little bit?" he shrugged and she gave in. 

She rose from the couch as he dragged her to the middle of the room, his left hand resting on her lower back as his other one wrapped around her fingers, he felt her other hand around his neck. 

"You're not a bad dancer at all," said Flora, surprised.

"Do you truly think I am an insensible man who cannot enjoy the beautiful things in life?" he teased.

"That was definitely what I once thought you were, but I was wrong." 

A little smile tugged on her lips as she looked at him in the eyes, she noticed some freckles on his face under the dimmed lights, every time she looked at him for longer than she wanted to, she discovered something new. 

He leaned in closer, still dancing to the rhythm of the music before he began softly kissing her jaw, Flora swung her head back to give him more space as a smirk curved her lips. She couldn't help but giggle into his ear, then things escalated quickly, his hands wrapped around her thighs as he lifted her from the ground, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, both her hands around his neck to keep him close.

His lips quickly found hers, sharing a tender kiss before he took her to his room and softly dropped her upon his bed, she chuckled as he leaned over her and went back to kissing her neck—he loved to smell her, her scent was so endearing and beautiful it made him want to eat her, literally. 

Then his hand quickly found her panties, his thumb brushed against her slit through the fabric, feeling her wetness, a smirk tugged at his lips as he looked at her in the eye, "so wet for me, such a good girl," he muttered and kissed her, a sloppy one. A shiver ran down her spine at his touch before he slowly pulled down her panties and dropped them to the ground. 

"Aerion..." she was about to ask something, but then she remembered she would never need to. He knew what to say and what to do, he was perfect. 

"Let me take care of you," he said softly and kissed her lips again, she tasted like wine, "spread your legs for me." 

She obeyed without hesitating, she bit her bottom lip hard until it bled, trying to hold back her smile. Aerion dangerously went down on her, kissing her inner thighs, leaving a bite here and there until she felt his tongue softly licking on her slit. Flora gasped heavily and gripped on the sheets as her back arched at the feeling. 

He slightly lifted her mini dress right above her hips as he began kissing on her pussy, licking it, "fuck, Aerion..." she moaned as her fingers ran through his hair, slightly pulling it. Two of his fingers found themselves being inside of her, Flora's eyes rolled as she swung her head back and let out a loud moan. 

"Don't cum just yet..." he muttered as he felt her throbbing around his fingers, he could feel her wetness on his tongue and slightly taste her. 

Flora tried to hold back her growing orgasm, she wanted more, she needed more, "I want your cock inside of me," she said unexpectedly, she needed it now. 

He stopped flicking his tongue and looked up at her, "so impatient," he said before going back to kiss her lips, "want me to stretch you out, mhm?" 

"Please," she almost moaned when she felt his growing bulge against her inner thighs, she was sick of the teasing. 

"Think you can handle me?" he said before taking off his shirt, Flora's eyes slightly nodded at the sight of his muscular silhouette and all the tattoos he had—she felt even more turned on, "you look so beautiful begging for my cock." 

She smirked with her fingernail stuck between her teeth before she tried to take off her dress but he stopped her, "what's wrong?" she asked, confused. 

"I don't want to see you fully naked," he explained, "it feels too intimate. I'd rather leave it to my imagination." 

She bit her bottom lip and slowly nodded, "I agree," she said before kissing him again, she saw him pull his cock out, he wasn't particularly long, simply thick. The tip was pink and glistening with precum already, his cock brushed against his happy trail before he wrapped it around his hand and gave it a stroke. 

He adjusted himself at her wet entrance, he leaned over her before entering her and pinned her arms above her head, he gently kissed her to muffle her moans as he slowly entered her. Flora's back arched, his hand cupped her jawline as he felt her legs tremble. 

"You're so damn tight baby. Been keeping it sweet for me, mhm?" he muttered, and Flora swore she wouldn't last long if he kept talking dirty to her like this. 

"Yes, daddy," she said almost sarcastically with a lip bite and a teasing look on her face, she felt his cock throb inside of her as soon as the words left her mouth, as though he had almost came inside of her. 

"Daddy?" he smirked and thrusted once, slow, deep and passionate. 

She moaned in a high pitched voice and closed her eyes to feel every inch of him, there was nothing rough, just slow, taking in every second. 

"You wanna feel good on my cock? I know you'll be good for me," he thrusted again, this time deeper, his hips curling against her waist.

Her legs wrapped around him to keep him close, she wanted all of him. He kept thrusting into her slow and deep until it became faster, she uncontrollably began moaning his name like she needed more, he whimpered everytime he felt her tighten around his hard cock. In that moment, he thought of all the times he's ever fantasized about that moment, she felt too real moaning his name loudly, begging him to make her feel good, Aerion barely knew what to do with himself.

"Want me to fill you up baby? Want all my cum inside that pretty pussy?" he muttered and softly bit on her jawline as she moaned louder, feeling her orgasm close, "I know baby, I know." 

Seeing her at his mercy like this turned him on like crazy, and Aerion knew himself. He never had sex so passionate like this, and now, it would be the only thing on his mind. As he felt himself getting closer, he realized he was going to want her again every minute of every day. 

"Fuck, Aerion... I'm gonna cum," she said and kissed him. 

"Me too baby, me too..." he went a little faster, her legs trapped him inside of her, he didn't know if she was on birth control, he didn't know if she was clean from AIDS, he didn't question it—the sex was too good and he knew he was irresponsible to think of it that way. 

He felt her pussy throb around him before she moaned loudly, her toe curled and her back arched, Aerion could feel her wetness and her cum. He gave one last thrust then whimpered into her ear as he came inside of her, Flora felt him filling her up, it was warm.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned and she chuckled, he fell back onto the bed beside her and glanced at his cum leaking from her pussy. 

She smiled with all her teeth and looked at the ceiling before embarrassingly hiding her face, "I've never had sex like this in... Forever," voicing it out loud made her feel uneasy.

He didn't answer and simply watched her—he only wanted to go for a round two.

[aprilcitys]

❀ modern!aerion fingers you ⊹ ࣪ ˖

18+ explicit sexual content, fingering, oral sex, kinky aerion, obsessive, cheating trope with duncan, aerion stole your underwear, quick aftercare!

a/n; this is an extract from my wattpad fanfiction "babygirl" it is also my first time ever posting on tumblr and i'm still trying to figure it out so please be nice <3 enjoy! x

At around 6PM, once Flora had spent the entire afternoon getting ready for the movies, she decided she would stop by the hotel to meet Aerion and perhaps get her panties back. It would be a lie if Flora said she hadn't dressed up nice just for him, she had put on a beige, backless, silky dress with a dark red fur coat and heels to match her coat, she even did a blow out.

She grabbed her brown purse before peeking through the doorframe to catch glance of Duncan working on his laptop.

"I'm going baby," she smiled.

"Already?" he frowned, he thought the movie didn't start until 9PM.

"We're grabbing food before," she lied again, yet the excitement of seeing Aerion overshadowed the guilt. 

She left the apartment and made her way towards the hotel, when she arrived, Flora took out her phone to check the room number Aerion had sent as she got in the elevator and pressed the button to the fourth floor.

A classical score played in the background, Flora held on her purse tightly and checked her hair one last time in the elevator's doors reflection before fixing her red lipstick and walking out when the doors opened. The carpet was dusty and old fashioned, Flora almost felt like in The Shining's hotel. 

She walked to room 406 and knocked before waiting patiently for Aerion to open the door, which he did a few seconds later, revealing him wearing only a white tank top and dark blue jeans. Flora had never seen all his tattoos before, she faintly smiled as he stepped aside to let her in. 

"You look..." he tried to look for the right words to use, "fabulous," she walked past him, Aerion got a sniff of her vanilla fragrance. 

She faintly smiled and glanced over her shoulder, catching him staring, she took off her fur coat and set it on the nearest chair alongside her purse, Aerion watched in pure astonishment as her bare back revealed itself before his eyes. His heart pounded harder, his eyes traveled down her lower back, he imagined a tattoo right there, coming all over it when he fucks her from behind. 

He had never seen her with a blow out like this before, her hair seemed smooth and soft to touch, they perfectly framed her round face. He watched her sit on the edge of the bed, she dusted off the white sheets. The room was dimly lit, it was a typical 80s hotel room that hasn't been rehabilitated in years. 

"I hope you didn't get all pretty for me—" he began but she cut him off with a laugh.

"No, baby..." she said with a slight mocking tone in her voice and fixed the strap of her beige, backless dress, "I have plans after." 

"With who? Your boyfriend?" he scoffed.

"Classmates..." she shrugged. 

He smirked and paced around the room, Flora took the opportunity to watch him—he had a golden necklace hanging from his neck, tattoos all over his muscular arms. She hated that he looked so hot, he ran his hand through his frosted tips hair before he finally spun to face her.

He saw her parting her legs as she slightly leaned back, he peeked and realized she was not wearing any underwear. His gaze darkened, a playful smirk tugged on his lips before he approached the bed, "no panties?" his brows raised in surprise, his voice was low and needy. 

She set her foot on his chest to stop him in his track as a smile spread across her face. She blinked quickly and tilted her face on one side, "I was hoping to put on the ones you stole from me, but I don't see them anywhere." 

He chuckled at her boldness before his hand gently wrapped around her ankle, softly brushing her skin with the tip of his fingers. Then he kissed her leg while keeping eye contact with her, "what a shame," he muttered as his kisses traveled down her thighs as he leaned over her. 

She laughed but it was muffled by his wet kisses upon her lips, her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled on his hair, her back arched and a shiver ran down her spine when Aerion's fingers slid under her dress to find her pussy. He smiled against her mouth and bit her bottom lip before he breathed, "so wet already, mhm?" 

She didn't remember when was the last time she got wet with Duncan, those feelings she once had been so familiar with suddenly seemed new to her, "been trying to act like you didn't want me but this is how wet you get when I'm around?" his kisses traveled down her neck, she tilted her head to one side to give him more skin. 

She moaned loudly when his fingers brushed against her cunt again, then he pulled back and straightened up.

"Get up," he ordered, she obeyed. His left hand found her hips and his right one pulled out the pink panties out his jeans pocket, "open up." 

She hesitated, her eyes darted started between him and the underwear he stole from her last night, "what have you been doing with it?" 

"It's clean," he assured, and for some reason, Flora decided to trust him completely, "do you trust me?" he asked, his voice hungry. She nodded, she parted her lips and he shoved her panties down her mouth, muffling her moans. 

He flipped her around, she now faced the wall and her body pressed against the old yellow wall paper. She gasped as soon as her body hit the wall, his face cradled in her neck as he lifted her dress right above her ass, his fingers traced idle patterns over her skin, teasing her. 

"This is what you want? You want my fingers to fuck you?" he muttered into her ear, her voice cracked when she whimpered. 

His thumb circled around her dripping cunt, taking all his sweet time, going slow so he could enjoy every time she moved against his fingers, every time she tried to moan his name, beg him to get this over with. Her hands gripped on the wall paper when Aerion slowly buried two fingers deep inside of her, knuckles white, the feeling of her pussy clenching around him made him awfully hard. 

"Such a tight little pussy baby," he praised her, his body pressed flush against hers as her naked backside teased him through his pants, "so fucking beautiful." 

He kissed her jawline, his breath hitching as she threw her head back and rode the length of his fingers, Aerion inhaled heavily as he looked down at her moving against him, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. 

"Just like that baby, let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze me. You gonna cum all over my fingers?" he fingered her faster, deeper, hitting that spot that made her vision blur and her lower stomach coil into a tight, humming knot. 

The rhythmic sound of his palm slapping against her pussy, the creamy sound of his fingers inside of her and her muffled moans filled the room. Then, Flora swore her legs snapped once she came all over his fingers, a chuckle escaped his lips as a loud moan escaped her mouth, she tried crossing her shaking legs.

"Such a good girl, look at the mess you made," he withdrew slowly, glancing down to see the evidence of her release dripping onto the old carpet. He licked his fingers clean, tasting her before he took the pink underwear out her mouth, she panted heavily and faced him again, trying to fight the obvious smile that had started to show on her face.

He helped clean her up, she sat on the edge of the bed as Aerion slid her pink underwear up her legs for her, then he kneeled before Flora, quietly. 

"Where's your hang out?" he asked and laid down on the bed right next to her as he watched her pull out a red lipstick and a mirror to fix her smudged makeup.

"SoHo," she replied. 

"I'll drop you off," he offered. 

Her brows raised as she looked at him with an amused smile, "okay..." she shrugged.