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lostalioth · 8 months

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𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

→ premise: your his band manager he shouldn’t be thinking about those gorgeous red lips wrapped around his dick, but you and that stupid lipstick drive him crazy.

→ pairing: rockstar!eddie x fem!band manager!reader

→ warnings: smut [18+], PURE SMUT, oral [m receiving], eddie has a prince albert piercing, male masturbation described, reader is described to wear red lipstick a lot bit that’s the only physical description, slight dub-con? reader just starts sucking him off, nicknames [pretty girl, baby], VERY slight praise

→ a/n: this is only my second time writing eddie so I hope its not horrible anyway enjoy loves!

You and that stupid dark red lipstick that damn lipstick that drives Eddie mad. You’re his band manager, he wasn’t supposed to think of you this way, he wasn't supposed to fantasize about how pretty those red lips would look wrapped around his cock, his pants shouldn’t tighten whenever he watches you talk or lecture his other band members for being reckless. He shouldn’t wonder about the way your tongue would feel running along the underside of his shaft. He shouldn’t think about the way your throat would tighten around his cock when his hips buck up and hit the back of your throat. The idea of his swollen tip and your spit coating his cock as tears brim in your eyes makes his stomach stir.

The thought of those stupid red beautiful lips sucking him off and your doe eyes staring up at him haunt his dreams even. It is what led him to be spread out on his bunk at the back of the tour bus, his cock in hand, pumping hard, head thrown back in immense pleasure, his thoughts of you often cloud his head and lead him to this scenario more frequently than he cared to account for.

His fist tightens around his shaft as he strokes his cock, his spit acting as lube to allow his hand to slide easily and fast around his dick. He couldn’t hold back his groans and grunts of your name slipping past his lips as his hips buck up into his fist.

“Oh fuck just like that baby, suck that cock pretty girl fucccckk” he groaned as he grips onto the sheets under him with his free hand, the pressure and pleasure building in his stomach. He paid no mind to how loud he was being, the tour bus was empty, the rest of his band mates and you having gone off to lunch. He had faked being too tired cause the minute he saw you in that signature dark red lipstick, his head went hazy and all he could think of was it smeared across your face as he fucked up into your thorat. His thoughts wondered as it always did and he couldn’t ignore the torturous ache in his cock.

“Hey Ed’s, you rested up?? We got that band meeting in a bit, you ready–“ your voice breaks his train of thought and is suddening booming in his ears as you brush through the door leading to the sleeping quarters just as your name rolls off his tongue, his voice heavy with want and hand frozen still wrapped tightly around his shaft. Your own voice suddenly caught in your throat and your sentence cut off.

His whole body tenses at your presence, he knew you heard his loud grunt of your name, there was no way you didn't. Your eyes widen as you take in his state, eyes slowly and painfully scanning his body. Chest heaving as sweat trails down his forehead making his long black curls stick to it, lips parted and his hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock. The tip of his dick swollen and bright red, that's when you see it your eyes catch on something shiny. A small sliver curved bar through his leaking tip, a Prince Albert piercing. A small lustful gasp leaves your mouth making eddies cock twitch.

“Fuck..” you whine, thighs clenching and eyes glued to the jewerly decorating his cock. Your feet are guiding you subconsciously closer before you register your own actions. Eddie's hand never seems to leave his dick as his whole body is frozen, he didn't know what reaction to accept but you coming closer wasn’t it whatsoever. He felt as though time was moving in slow motion as you slowly walked closer, he hadn’t even noticed you closed the door behind you. He watches with wide eyes as you begin to sink to your knees in front of him. “What- what are you- oh fuck” he can barely finish his statement before your mouth is wrapped around the tip of his cock. The cold metal bar of his piercing running over your tounge.

“Just shut up Ed’s” you mumble with a small smirk.he is nodding frantically in response before his head falls back, eyes shut tight trying his best to determine if this was real or not. If this was a dream it was a damn good one he never wanted to wake from.

“Mmmm.. Fuck baby” he groans as his hand finally unwraps from his cock and slips through your hair as your mouth sinks further down his shaft, taking as much as you could of him in your mouth.

His head felt foggy, he couldn’t believe he was finally feeling your mouth on him. It felt heavenly better than he could’ve ever imagined. He opened his eyes to watch the way those velvet red lips that were the center of all his fantasies sank down on his twitching cock finally sucking him off. He nearly keels over as your tongue darts out and slides up and down the veins on the underside of his straining cock, he was already very close to the edge from his own hand earlier but finally feeling your mouth on him made him almost immediately tip right over that edge. Your lipstick has begun to smear and coat his cock leaving dark red stains all over his shaft. He never wants the sight of that to ever leave his memory.

“God fuck, look at you taking all of my cock baby just like a good girl” he moans and softly bucks his hips as you sink your mouth down completely to the hilt of his cock.

You hum and moan around his cock as his throbbing tip hits the back of your throat as well as his piercing causing you to gag softly. He groans as your nails grip and scratch at his thighs to brace yourself as his hips speed up the thrusting. The knot in the pit of his stomach tightens to its brink and he holds your cheek stroking it softly.

“Fuck, pretty girl im gonna cum, can i-can i cum in your mouth?” He questioned, his voice suddenly laced with nervousness, he felt slightly embarrassed at how fast he was becoming undone simply from your mouth. You hum enthusiastically around his cock in response and he smiles before blurting out thank you over and over as releases deep in your mouth. His hot seed sliding down your throat as you swallow it all.

“Oh fuck…” he groans as he chuckles softly still trying to process what happened. With a small smile you slowly slide your mouth off his cock, that was now covered in smears of your lipstick, even his piercing having red smears on it. You lean up grab his chin causing his brows to furrow in confusion before you start to kiss all over his face. Leaving perfect dark red lip prints all over, before hopping back to your feet and standing up straight you give Eddie a small peck on the lips with a giggle.

“Wipe that off before your show tonight and you’ll never have my mouth on you again, meeting in 5!” You giggle and disappear out of the tour bus with a huge smile on your face before Eddie has time to process it all, lipstick still smeared on your face and faded.

Eddie simply lays there star struck, staring down at his lipstick stained cock dumbfounded as to if that was simply the most realistic fantasy he’s ever had or real, the dark red lipstick stains covering his face and cock however are his wonderful reminder that it was very much real and he couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

→ a/n: rockstar!eddie has to be my favorite au of eddie and him being pierced?!?! OMG?!?! anyway I hope you all enjoyed i wrote this late at night and started to get delirious so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes lol.

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yawnderu · 4 months

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Bimbo!reader who has been crocheting for ages! And has made a cute little hat for her precious cat?

Since she now has two cats, our sweet bimbo!reader enjoys making them matching hats despite the massive size difference💗

“Si, look!” He stares at your bright smile for a few seconds with nothing but pure adoration, not even realizing that you're holding both cats until he notices Albert Whiskers moving around in your arms, making you go up to Simon and drop the heavy Maine Coon on his chest, almost knocking the air out of him on accident.

“Get the bastard off of me.” He says jokingly despite the way his hand immediately goes to run up and down the cat's fur, his gaze softening when he feels the cat kneading his chest.

“Don't be mean, he'll smack you again.” Again. He almost grimaces when he remembers how the Maine Coon got into the habit of smacking Simon whenever he did something that he didn't like— sounds, actions, and even certain words annoyed the giant cat.

“Y'made these?” His hand goes up to the little crocheted hat that Albert Whiskers was wearing, his fluffy ears poking out of the holes you made for them.

“Cute, right?” You teasingly wiggle your eyebrows at him, putting Ms. Whiskers on the little space Simon had left on his chest, tiny birman bumping her head with his jaw softly, her crocheted bunny hat making her look even more adorable. He plants a loud kiss to her covered head— a blond paw instantly gathering the strength of 20 men and coming up to smack his head a few times.

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aangarchy · 3 months

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Netflix atla live action review ep 4-6

So, they completely ruined Bumi. Spoiler warning.

The more episodes pass by the more confused i get with the choices that were made. I wrote down commentary for the episodes and the thing that i wrote down the most was "why does this happen?". The writing is incredibly confusing and messy, feels too rushed in some spaces and too slow in others. There's just... so much going on and so little at the same time. They brought in elements that in the OG don't get introduced until later in s1, s2, the comics, or even the legend of Korra. The reason these things get introduced so early here is not clear at all, because they don't serve any purpose other than to be an obstacle to Aang, Sokka and Katara on their way to the North.

Mai and Ty Lee are.. there. They get introduced earlier but they don't serve any purpose at the moment other than stand around, watch Azula train, ask questions so that Azula can give us the answers the viewer needs. My guess is they only got introduced for the audience who watched the OG to go "oh we know them!". We get the secret tunnel story earlier too, but it has absolutely nothing to do with love. Somehow "love is brightest in the dark" now correlates to the badgermoles being able to sense a human's emotion. It's a waste of a storyline, doesn't teach us anything about love, gives us Omashu lore which is useless bc neither Sokka nor Katara actually use love to escape the tunnels. Also Oma and Shu are lesbians now, but you only know that bc they changed Shu's pronouns. Wow, so progressive! We have lesbians in the story now! Boy do i feel represented as a sapphic!

We get Koh early on as well, but his entire gig got changed. Now suddenly he doesn't steal faces but he "feeds", and hunts using the fog of lost souls (which is tlok lore mind you) as a tool to trap humans. We introduce the mother of faces (comic book lore!), or rather pendant of her that Koh owns. There's no reason for her to exist in this story though other than to be an easter egg to everyone who read the search (Not even the majority of the fandom!) and to offer a solution to this problem we've created, which is Koh capturing our friends in order to eat them and us not being able to convince him into letting them go. There's no feeling of dread in the Koh scenes at all because the whole problem of not showing emotion is just not a thing now. No suspense, no fear, just a weird cgi clown face worm. The worm doesn't even menacingly circle around Aang to invoke a feeling of being surrounded, it just sits there. I also just don't understand why Koh is here already bc now who is going to give us information about Tui and La?

This decision also creates a problem that Hei Bai's story just isn't about Hei Bai anymore. We get fed a few lines from a talking fox about how the forest spirit got hurt, but there's really no solution? Aang buries a pinecone in front of the statue and tells him not to give up hope but he didn't even really need to do that, because Hei Bai wasn't the one kidnapping villagers! It was Koh. Why did we appease Hei Bai if Koh was the real villain? Hei Bai/Koh's story leads us to Roku, but Roku is completely useless. All he does is undermine Kyoshi's advice to Aang, tell Aang about the mother of faces pendant so he can appease Koh, and then we leave. I knew in advance Roku wasn't going to warn Aang about the comet here bc Albert Kim already told us working with a deadline like that with child actors is just impossible. But with Roku suddenly not being Aang's main Avatar guide he just gets nothing to do. There's no suspense in this part of the story either, bc the time limit of the winter solstice isn't a thing here at all. Aang also ends up flying over Fire Nation borders without issue, and gets led right into the sanctuary without the puzzle of figuring out how to open the door, and without the problem of Zhao's soldiers waiting for him when he comes out. It creates this issue of there not being any excitement, at least for me. I genuinely am getting a bit bored with the show, which was never an issue with the OG for me. There's a reason all of this extra material didn't get introduced until later on. There's too many characters and they all get too little time to really do anything useful, they're not fleshed out, the stories aren't thought through and it ends up getting very confusing and boring. I'm genuinely curious for the perspective of people who have never watched the OG cartoon, bc i wonder if they're even able to follow along without prior knowledge of this universe.

Bumi is just... not Bumi. They completely changed his character to be this bitter old senile man that resents Aang for abandoning the world. This doesn't make any sense because in this version of the story Bumi shouldn't know that Aang is the Avatar at all, because Aang was told right before he disappeared! So why does Bumi immediately know that Aang is the Avatar, and why does Aang immediately recognize him? Also the original point of Bumi's tests is to get Aang to approach fights and puzzles from a different angle, so he can learn versatility as the Avatar. But here the tests are just happening because Bumi is mad at Aang for leaving and wants to get back at him for being gone so long. He says some lines about Aang having to learn to make hard choices and you can't rely on your friends, but Aang ends up proving him wrong in the end! What is even the point of Bumi's part in the story now, except for him just being another obstacle on the way to the North Pole?

There's a lot of instances where I feel like the bond between characters gets completely lost. We barely spend any time with the side characters like the mechanist, Teo, Jet and the freedom fighters, and the people in the spirit village. It makes some scenes feel very out of place. These storylines all happen at once, and they don't get their individual moments to shine. We have no room to feel betrayed by Jet or Sai, because we barely got to know them to begin with. Jet and Sai only spend time with One member of the gaang each, but when their betrayals come to light the rest of the group acts devastated, as if it was their dear friend. Sokka also gets really mad about the Jet thing, but he only met Jet once when he smuggled them into Omashu, and Jet didn't even tell Sokka his name. He said it afterwards when Katara met him again. It makes absolutely no sense why Sokka is yelling at Katara for trusting Jet only bc she finds him attractive, when Sokka wasn't even there during all of that!

The sense of family between the gaang that we get from the original also just doesn't happen here. Especially because these characters so far have spent more time apart than together. Aang constantly gets separated from Sokka and Katara, leaving no room for them to bond. We get Katara and Sokka bonding, but they shouldn't need those types of scenes because they're already siblings (which isn't very clear in the show either btw!). I ended up forgetting that Sokka and Katara were trapped by Koh, bc we spend so much time away from them (a whole episode, which is now an hour!).

I have little to no criticism for the Blue Spirit story. Want to guess why that is? Bc they left it pretty much untouched. We even get a little bit of an extra scene, with Zuko and Aang talking while Zuko recovers after getting hurt during the escape. I liked this choice, especially bc it highlights how conflicted Zuko is.

This is where we get Zuko's backstory. I have one question here: why did they make Ozai more sensible and less ruthless? Was that a Daniel Dae Kim decision? Bc it feels like a Daniel Dae Kim thing to do. They're very on the nose with the way Ozai is abusing Zuko and Azula, but then they turn around and make this man visit Zuko after he burned him and praise Zuko about finding the Avatar. I understand that they did this to show how Ozai uses Zuko's accomplishments in order to push Azula, but even if it were to do that: the original Ozai would NEVER. The problem here as well is that they don't let the viewers draw any conclusions themselves anymore. They're holding the viewer's hand through the whole thing, leaving no room for nuance or doubt.

I just finished episode 7 and 8 and I have Things To Say. None of which are good. Writing it down is challenging so it might take a day or two.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #avatar #netflix atla #atla netflix #natla #netflix #atla live action #atla live action spoilers

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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Hello! For the event, what do you think about Albert (Moriarty the Patriot) and the 9th action prompt? 👀

9) Showing up to surprise their lover when they’re in a long-distance relationship

ONE GOOD SURPRISE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Albert James Moriarty x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: 9) Showing up to surprise their lover when they’re in a long-distance relationship (Action Prompt #9)

Notes: The mentioned war in this is fictional. I don’t know exactly when MTP occurs, so I’m making this up.

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It was safe to say you were miserable.

William could tell.

Fred could tell.

Hell, even Moran could tell.

The only person who couldn’t tell was the only one who wasn’t there.

Of course, you had letters. You exchanged them as frequently as the mail system would allow. Still, you didn't get many with Albert overseas managing soldiers in the East. You kept said letters in a box by your bedside, reading them by candlelight when missing your husband got particularly bad.

Seven months, three weeks, and seventeen days since he had been gone with no end in sight.

You sigh for the umpteenth time that day, and Moran throws down his cards in frustration.

“If you’re not gonna play, then don’t play! I don’t want to play with you while you’re mopey and depressed!” He snaps, and you glare in his direction. He flinches at the frosty look and holds up his hands with a “geez, sorry.”

Eventually, you leave Moran alone, and he bugs Fred into playing a round of poker with him and Jack.

William finds you out in the gardens of the Moriarty estate.

He sits beside you without a word as you read through Albert’s latest letter. It had been delivered earlier that week. It contained the usual: whatever updates he could give you, responses to your letters, how much he missed and loved you, and asked the occasional odd question when he detailed what he had been doing since his last letter.

“I’m being insufferable, aren’t I?” You ask your younger brother-in-law, who simply hums as he watches a light breeze sway the flowers Fred worked so hard for.

“I don’t believe you’re being insufferable. A little tiresome to deal with, maybe, but everyone understands why so they don’t mind.” He says, and you look up from the letter,

“Except for Moran. I think he’s about ready to wring my neck.” William huffs out a laugh at that.

“Except for maybe Moran.” He agrees.

The two of you sit in silence for a minute. But it isn’t an uncomfortable silence. Instead, it’s warm and welcoming. It was something you sorely missed from Albert.

And something you likely wouldn’t have for a while.

“I’m afraid I must get back to my duties. With Albert gone, his responsibilities as a Lord have fallen to me.” William says and stands. He offers you a smile that has something concealed behind it.

What was he hiding?

You narrow your eyes, but he says nothing more, instead leaving you to your own devices as you trace the letters in Albert’s note with your thumb.

“They’re rather beautiful, aren’t they?” Comes a familiar voice, and your heart stops. You stand shakily, turning around to see your husband standing at the entrance to the gardens. He hadn’t even changed from his uniform, his medals decorating his breast and glinting in the sunlight. His hair was mussed and tousled from the wind, and running his hand through it. You swear you could see soot from gunfire staining his cheek. He looks tired as if he had come from the docks directly here.

He likely had.

You set the papers down inside the box of letters you had been carrying with you, all the while looking at Albert. He sets down his hat and opens his arms, and the floodgates burst open.

You crash into your husband and knock him to the ground in a bear hug. Your arms go around his neck, and you’re kissing him desperately. He cradles your cheeks, and you can almost taste the tears streaking someone’s cheeks. Whether they’re his or yours, you can’t tell.

But that doesn’t matter.

Seven months, three weeks, and seventeen days later, he was finally home.

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adaptacy · 8 months

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KNKTBR - Day 3 - Spanking

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A/N: yes I skipped day 2, the prompt was tentacles and I'm not quite an expert on that subject yet.

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Reader

"Turn around."

"Wesker-"

"No. Turn around."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes, but you were met with a significantly colder gaze from the blonde, and you knew better than to expect him to relent. With a sigh, you turned your body, knees pressing into the black comforter below you before you sat back on your ankles, balancing out your weight. Not being able to see him was easily anxiety-inducing, even with how well you knew him, he was impossible to predict.

Turning your head in an attempt to glance over your shoulder back at him resulted in a click of his tongue, and you sighed, frustrated, but gave up and stared idly ahead. Or at least your head was facing forward. Your eyes darted to your peripherals, trying to get a glance at the man behind you, though you remained unsuccessful and oblivious.

A sudden weight on your left hip made your head turn out of instinct, and there was another click, reminding you to face forward. Though you submitted, you made sure your irritation was made known by releasing a dramatic sigh. Not that you got any reaction from the scientist, but you knew that he knew, and that was enough.

It was easy enough to figure out that the pressure on your waist was his hand, as there was an identical palm on your right shoulder, though he pushed more there. You resisted, and the blonde hummed, sounding disappointed, making your skin crawl with the idea. Of course, you gave in, bending to the urges as he pushed your upper half forward, forcing you onto your elbows. Head dropping, you managed nothing more than a whine, meaning it as an apology.

"Darling, it's a little late for that, wouldn't you agree? Don't fret, I'll go easy," he reassured, his hand sliding down your back until his palm caressed one side of your ass, giving the skin there a slight squeeze.

"One more chance?" You asked, a guilty smile on your face, not that he could've seen it.

"All out of chances, I'm afraid. Perhaps next time you'll behave as I ask. Though, given your track record," Wesker allowed a low chuckle to draw out his words, squeezing where his hand lay once more, "I'd be surprised if this lesson stuck any better than the last. You always have been quite the brat."

You responded with a small shrug, knowing he had a point, and he took your silence as submission. His hand released where it was squeezing, rubbing his palm in small circles, and you felt his lips on the small of your back. He granted you one breath before his hand raised, and you tensed, pulling your lips together to half-muffle the whine that came with his hand coming back down, far harder than the 'easy' you'd expected.

Really, you should've known better than to believe a promise of mercy from the man who was actively plotting the downfall of the world. His hand resumed the gentle, reassuring rubs, though now the skin he caressed was a little more tender. That's not to say you didn't appreciate the massages, you definitely did, but it didn't take away from the fact that his smacks were exceedingly harsh. It wasn't clear if he was even aware of the strength he put behind them- Maybe it was the virus that made him stronger, and he may not have even realized how hard he could go. Then again, this was Albert Wesker, and it was equally likely that he merely relished in the pain he was able to deliver with a single strike of his palm.

Not that he was ever satisfied with just one. Following routine, his hand disappeared again before it smacked down once more, your body rocking forward as you whimpered, earning cocky hushes from the blonde. "If it isn't the consequences of your own actions. What a terrible fate you've met. If only you would've behaved. A wonder what obedience can do for you, my love. You ought to try it sometime," he teased, slapping your ass one more time before he returned to resting his hand on the sore spot, giving you a moment to breathe.

You nodded, swallowing the urge to cry, your hips pressing backwards, taking any opportunity to seem more submissive and try to draw whatever pity from him that he may have been capable of. If he even was capable of such a terribly human feat. Wesker hummed, not giving away whether that pity existed or not, merely running his thumb up and down the reddening skin.

"How many has that been?"

You mumbled a response, your head resting between your arms, muffled by the blankets.

"Speak up for me, darling. I'd hate to miscount and deliver more than you deserve."

"Three," you said, lifting your head in order to enunciate your response better, though it fell immediately after.

"Very good. Do you think five will get the point across? Or perhaps I should settle for ten. Make this pain last a little longer. Maybe then you'll remember why you obey," he hummed, running his free hand up and down your back, and you shook your head, lifting it once more to force an answer.

"Five. Five, that's- It's enough. I'll behave," you assured, your voice shaky from the stinging pain in your rear, but you got the point across all the same.

"Will you now?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you don't? What sort of punishment should I deliver to you then? Fifteen... Twenty? Continue until I'm sure you'll never act out again, perhaps. Could be fifty."

"I'll be good. Please. I promise," you strained, looking over your shoulder, and the blonde smiled at you, his teeth exposed at one side as his lips curled. The older man nodded, and once more your head fell as he delivered a fourth spank, humming out a mockery of the moans that left you.

"Is it the case that you enjoy this punishment? Surely you aren't such a disaster that you crave the pain. That would be impossible, wouldn't it?"

"Completely ins- Ow!" You yelled, your body jolting again as he finished the punishment off with the harshest slap yet, squeezing the skin tightly immediately after. Tears pricked at your eyes, and your hips sunk backwards, fists tightening around the blankets as you relaxed.

"You were saying?"

"Would be... completely insane," you exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the discomfort on your skin.

With one more teasing, gentle slap, Wesker removed his hand from your ass and leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck. "Absolutely mad," he whispered in mocking agreement, his teeth pulling at your skin as he nipped, sending a shiver down your spine.

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crimsonv1 · 1 year

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Stay Quiet -

Flamingo (Albert Aretz) x reader smut.

TW// semi-public s3x , mommy kink, femdom, Dom! reader x sub!Albert, male receiving, BJ, praise k1nk, Fem! Reader, [ You're Albert's friend in this]

This one for y'all who been requesting Albert smut 😽😽 <33

"AAAAAAAAAAA😨" The familiar scream made you jump from your bed. Well, not necessarily your bed- but Albert's.

You were taking a trip to Florida to see one of your best friends, Albert. He invited you to stay at his house for the time being, and you agreed to take him ABOUT anywhere he wanted to go.

And now, you were sitting on Albert's bed while on your phone doing some miscellaneous thing. He had a guest room but you were staying in his room just to explore. And while you were here, he was making some YouTube video for his channel, probably scary since he was screaming so pitched.

When you saw a figure by his bedroom door you got up and followed it into the kitchen, where he got some snacks out of the fridge and jumped when you pushed him from behind. "Y/N! You scared me -" he started laughing as you did too. "What're you doing?"

"Oh, I'm just about to go live, wanna come?"

"Thought you said you didn't do lives?"

You questioned, "Well I'm starting to do them now," "Sure I'll come" You answered smiling and walked to his setup. You originally went under the desk to pet his cute dog, who left not soon after you started to pet him.

Albert sat down in his chair and looked down, laughing "What're you doing?"

"Hmm, resting." You sighed dramatically as you got a mischievous idea, putting your head onto his knees pretending to rest.

"Whatever you roll with," he responded, laughing (and blushing ) 🤗. He started the live, doing his ' Intro ' while scrolling on the monitor for something to do,

When he finally found a game to play, or a video, maybe even some questions he adjusted in his chair, kind of forgetting about your presence.

💗❗

Midway through the 'stream', you started tracing your fingers slightly over his thighs, and maybe even sometimes his waist, waistband, and hips. He did a fake cough as a 'whatre you doing' sign but you continued to trace around his waist.

You suddenly pulled his chair inward, making him jolt while his torso was pressed onto the desk, being barely enough space in between.

He laughed awkwardly, until you slowly pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants, just enough over the growing tent in his boxers. His sentences started to become incoherent to the stream, his mumbling becoming louder as he tapped the desk above you. You could only imagine how red his face was as he coughed awkwardly, too.

You traced your fingers around the bulge, and when you pressed harder you felt a tacky, sticky spot. His breathing also became louder as you did this, and when you slowly pulled down his boxers to a bit above his sweatpants, but lower than his growing tip Wich had precum leaking, his breathing became faster, and his muscles strained in his legs as his hand started to rapidly tap against the wood.

You slightly jerked him off, trying not to make him start to moan loudly off the bat as he got donations, but you did hear a few whimpers come from him as your pace got faster.

You started to wrap your mouth around the tip, as his breathing became seperate and his moans started to show more. You deepthroated him quickly as his hand strained against the midst of the table. You could hear him rushing to end the stream as he strained his moans and whimpers.

When he did, it was loud. You stopped your actions for a moment, while he quickly spun out of the desk area being so tight, you followed- on your knees to him. Wrapping your palm around his c/ck again. "a- aa... Wh- what .. are you doing?" He sighed and moaned, "Isn't it a bit late for that?" You smirked.

"Yea but-" his breath caught in his throat as you quicked your pace faster than before. "Hnng... Mommy" he lowly spoke, as it came out as a whimper. "Hm?" You innocently questioned. He didn't answer, much too embarrassed. "what did you say?" You slowed your hand.

"m- mommy! Please.." he whimpered loud,

"Please what? Use your words" you answered, quickening your pace again "please.. don't stop, nghh y/n, fuck.." he moaned into his own words, bringing his hand to ghost over his mouth as his other one stayed gripping the chair handle.

You wrapped your mouth around his c/ck, and that did it for him. He moaned so loud the neighbors could most likely hear him. "Fuck.. y/n i- I'm gonna.." before he finished he came down your throat, you swallowed it as he started to rest and pant, but you had other plans.

You took your mouth off, but continued to hand- fuck him. "h- huh... No.. fuck, please m-mommy " he begged and whimpered as he looked at you pleadingly. "you can be a good boy and take on more , hmm Albert?" You questioned with sincerity in your voice

"m-mhm" he nodded as he began to moan and whimper, he kept choking on his own breath with every stroke, the overstimulation making him beg. He couldn't even speak when he came, all he did was moan.

💗❗

You got up, and went to get a cloth and wash your hands. You brought the cloth to him and helped him clean up, as he re adjusted in his chair to pull his boxers up.

You kissed his neck, he sighed and grabbed your hips. "So ..are we something?" He asked

"I mean...I guess so, yeah.. I love you" you smiled and shrugged. "love you..too" he came up to kiss your collarbone.

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ANYWAYS THIS WAS LONG REQUESTED SO 😽😽

#albert aretz #flamingo #mrflimflam #x reader #smut #youtube

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I Burn : Part Six

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

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

WC: 4.7k

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PART FIVE | MASTERLIST | PART SEVEN

Later that night, you decided to hide out in your room. After Rafe’s suggestive thoughts, all you wanted was to be alone. You had ignored Dr. Mooney’s concerned looks as you loaded into the van, & pointedly ignored Rafe’s sat ahead of you in the van. Rafe was wrong. You didn’t feel tugged between two men, you felt like a piece of meat. Whether it was true or not, Rafe had planted the seeds in your mind. Now, you didn’t feel like you could be open towards Dr. Mooney. And that was a major loss as you felt Dr. Mooney was the one man in your life who didn’t sum you up to be a harlot. He cared about you, more than your own father did. But after what Rafe said… You didn’t know who you could trust.

You skipped dinner that night, instead using that time to write in your journal that Dr. Mooney had given you. But you weren’t writing because you were feeling the burn. You wrote about everything that Rafe had told you. How you felt confused, betrayed, troubled. And after filling out a couple pages, you reread what you wrote & that’s when you realized something major. Recovery was working. You were disappointed that a trusted man wanted you, if it were true. You may have felt that brief burning at the beach, but it ultimately died out. You didn’t want Dr. Mooney to want you, not like you had when you first came to the facility. You wanted him to respect you, to be proud of you.

Though the epiphany brought a sense of comfort & a smile to your face—you were getting better—it too brought doubt. About your future here. How could you continue your one-on-one sessions with Dr. Mooney now that you would be reading into every word he said, every action he took towards you. Rafe had gotten into your head & that burned.

You resolved that you would avoid Rafe for the rest of your time here. He had never done anything to help you. He tempted you, pushed you to embrace your addiction rather than fight against it. Rafe didn’t care about you, that much had become obvious to you. In the beginning, you had been drawn to him, regretfully. And he took advantage of it. As you reflected on the last couple weeks: how he got into your head on his first day, his rejection of you at the community garden, cornering you in the hall closet, even following you into the quiet room. Rafe was bored, like everyone else was under that rood. You were only a toy to him. So, fuck him.

As you were sitting at your desk, your back to the door, you heard a gentle rap on the doorframe. You turned in your seat, dreading that it would be object of your endless thoughts, but you were pleasantly surprised that it was Albert.

“Hey.” Albert was holding a plate of food. “You weren’t at dinner, so I figured I’d bring you food.”

“Oh,” you stood up awkwardly, tossing your journal onto the desk, “thanks, Albert.”

You gestured for him to come inside & he did, offering you the plate. You took it but placed it on the nightstand by your bed. Your appetite was still non-existent.

“You alright?” He asked, but you knew he only asked since the answer was obvious.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“What’s going on?” Albert leaned against the opposite wall, his hands in his pockets as he stared concerningly at you.

“I don’t know.” You repeated, avoiding his eyes. Though you didn’t trust Rafe & now Dr. Mooney, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to place your trust in someone else.

“Something happened at the beach.” Albert commented without question. “Didn’t it?”

Your eyes briefly met his before you shook your head, “Just the same old bullshit. You know how it is.”

“Sure.” Albert nodded but he didn’t appear convinced, “But I don’t like Rafe, don’t trust him. And he had to of said something to upset you. You were quiet in the van.”

Damn Albert & his too observant behaviors.

“It’s really not your business.” You soured.

Albert half-scoffed, half-laughed but he wasn’t amused.

“You need a friend.”

“I have friends.” You replied sternly, “Ones that aren’t addicts & life ruiners.”

“Wow.” Albert cocked his head, “Ouch.”

Guilt flooded you immediately. This was Rafe’s doing. Your walls & distrust because of him were now being directed at people who didn’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, holding your head in your hands, “You’re right. I do need a friend.”

Albert waved away your apology, replacing it with a sympathetic smile, “Talk to me, dude. Anything you say will stay between us.”

“And Siena? You won’t go running to her with the gossip.” Albert & Siena had become attached at the hip in the last couple weeks. In fact, you were surprised she wasn’t in your bedroom with the two of you.

Albert chuckled, “I love Siena. And I love Siena because she couldn’t give a shit about any of the drama surrounding others.”

“That’s not a confirmation that you won’t say anything.” You teased, but there was an undertone of seriousness.

“I won’t say a word.” Albert promised.

So, you told Albert everything. While Dr. Mooney wasn’t allowed to indulge others about your sessions & what the two spoke about, the same couldn’t be said for you. You informed Albert about your struggles, Dr. Mooney’s support, Rafe’s mind-fucking, & finally, about what Rafe had told you about Dr. Mooney at the beach. By the time you were finished, you looked to Albert for comfort, or at least some sense of what you should do.

But Albert’s silence unsettled you.

“What?” You frowned.

Albert looked at you once then sighed, standing up from where he was sat beside you on your bed, “I, uh, heard something the other night.”

“What did you hear?” You questioned.

“These walls,” Albert pointed to the walls of your bedroom, “they aren’t that thick. Voices carry.”

You just watched him as he appeared to struggle to tell you what he was trying to.

“My room is next to Rafe’s. And one night, pretty late actually, just before light’s out, I heard another voice from inside Rafe’s room.”

“Okay…”

Albert stared solemnly at you, “It was Dr. Mooney.”

Dr. Mooney? He was never at the facility that late. Why would he…?

“He was warning Rafe to stay away from you.”

That heart in your stomach feeling returned with a vigor.

“But that doesn’t mean anything…” You tried to pitifully defend your doctor, despite your own negative feelings towards him.

“I didn’t think so either at the time. I thought it was strange that he was confronting a patient in their room, especially that late at night. And honestly, I was siding with him. I mean, I’ve said it myself to Rafe, to stay away from you, so I thought Dr. Mooney was just looking out for your best interests too but…”

When he paused for a lengthy amount of time, you pushed, “But what?”

“But” Albert sighed, shaking his head, “I don’t know. After what you just told me, perhaps Rafe is right. What Dr. Mooney did, or how he did it, was out of character for someone in his position. Seems personal now.”

You swallowed your discomfort. Could it actually be possible that Rafe was telling the truth? The potential made your head swim sickeningly.

“Oh, god.” You held yourself, pressing your face into your arms.

Albert noticed your change in body language, returning to his spot beside you. He placed a hand on your back, rubbing circles there, “Look, I could be wrong! I hope I’m wrong. And Rafe could’ve just twisted the conversation to get in your head.”

“But you heard it yourself, Albert! Rafe even has you questioning…” You sighed in frustration, “Everything has gone to shit.”

Albert offered a small smile, but it did little to make you feel better, “I feel like I just made things worse.”

“No.” You rushed out, “You didn’t. You helped. I just… don’t know what to do now. Do I tell my parents?”

Albert dropped his hand at that, seemingly deep in thought.

“What now?” You asked exasperated.

“You’re just making me remember something.”

“Well, what?!” Albert’s pauses were beginning to get on your nerves. If he was here to ease you, he wasn’t succeeding.

“It was just gossip at the time, there was no proof of it & all speculation, as far as us patients went.” Albert began, “But when I was here the first time, a year ago, there was a rumor that Dr. Mooney was sleeping with one of the patients. She was here one day then gone the next. No good-bye party or anything. Just gone. And then Dr. Mooney was gone, too. ‘On vacation’, they said. But I don’t know. The timing was concerning.”

You frowned.

“We thought that maybe they were just saying he was on vacation while they investigated, but of course we never heard anything else, if there even was an investigation. If it was even true.”

Your head was spinning. You felt nauseous.

“But he came back. And everything was normal. He was his normal self. All the nurses & other doctors still treated him like they had before he left. That’s why it was just gossip. People could’ve just been bored, coming up with their own theories & that’s just the one that stuck.”

You shook your head, “You should go.”

Albert wasn’t helping. When you got back to the facility from the beach, you were already exhausted from the information Rafe fed you, & now Albert was feeding into that more so.

“_____?”

You stood up, “I’m sorry, Albert. I’m tired. I just need to be alone.”

Albert frowned but said nothing, just nodded & stood up, “I really didn’t mean to make things worse.”

You nodded but couldn’t say anything further. Once Albert crossed your threshold, you slammed the door shut. Then you dragged yourself down against the door until your butt met the cool floor.

What the fuck was going on?

Today was a bad day. It was one thing to have to face Albert, Rafe, & Dr. Mooney in group session, but it was another thing to have it observed by Dr. Frazer. He was the head doctor & director of Arrowhead. Whenever he came around, which wasn’t often, everyone felt restless. He had steely eyes, a stiff stance, & hardly spoke a word. Just quietly observed.

That day in group session, you forcefully placed yourself between Siena & Renee, not wanting to sit near any of the men, but that only meant you were forced to look at them. You felt you couldn’t win for as long as you were trapped in the facility.

And today’s group session topic had been brutal. Discussion surrounded how your addiction harmed those closest to you. Renee, as usual, never took the questions seriously, always giving short, brief answers. Albert & Siena were thoughtful in their responses, humbling in nature & self-reflective of their recklessness. But when it came to be your turn, you felt like you would projectile vomit over everyone.

“Um.” You felt your hands shaking, so you hid them between your thighs, “I think the person who has been effected the most by my addiction is my dad.”

You kept your eyes low, unable to look anyone in the eye. Too scared to.

“Because of what I did he was forced to fire his TA. And since then he has been facing a lot of backlash at work.”

Renee gave a soft chuckle but quickly hid it with a forced throat clearing. You ignored her reaction.

“How does that make you feel?” Dr. Mooney questioned. You still hadn’t looked him directly in his eyes. You stared at his shoes.

“Like shit.” You admitted, “I’ve never been really close to my dad, but now he can’t look at me. Treats me like scum.”

Dr. Mooney hummed, “Have you considered that perhaps he feels like he failed you?”

You flashed your eyes to Dr. Mooney’s, “What?”

“Your father. Oftentimes the people closest to us are so angry with themselves for not addressing the addictions they see in their loved ones that they will sometimes project their feelings outwards.”

You shook your head, “No, not him. He doesn’t blame himself, that much I know.”

“It’s something to consider though.”

“No.” You interjected, your voice hard, “It isn’t. My dad sees me for the whore that I am.”

Renee snickered beside you, clearly amused by your antics. Dr. Mooney widened his eyes, briefly flashing them towards Dr. Frazer who sat in a chair similar to your own outside the circle.

“Everyone here does.” You pointed out, gesturing to Renee, “She’s the only one who calls me what I am. Nympho, right.”

“_____.” Dr. Mooney said your name firmly, likely in an attempt to control the conversation being had in front of his boss, but you were having none of it.

“What?” You returned, shaking your head, “You taught us that the first step in recovery is admitting to our problems. I am a whore! I’m saying what it is!”

In that moment, your eyes landed on Rafe who sat beside Dr. Mooney. He was slouched in his seat, his arms crossed in front of his chest. You hated that you couldn’t make out what he was thinking or feeling, but you hated even more that his stare was unwavering as you made a spectacle of yourself.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You pointed at Rafe. Then you turned to Renee, “And you’re a miserable bitch.” Renee laughed out loud at that.

“_____!” Dr. Mooney & Albert said your name in unison, but it didn’t deter you.

“And you two.” You stared at Dr. Mooney & Albert.

“You’re weak.” You said to Albert. The flash of hurt on his face stayed with you but a moment as you focused your attention on the doctor directly across from you, “And you’re a fucking creep.”

Dr. Mooney stood quickly then, dropping his clipboard onto his seat. You mirrored his movement, kicking your chair out from behind you so you could leave, “How’s that for harming those closest to me?”

“_____.” Dr. Mooney’s voice was hard but a harder, deeper voice overpowered his.

“Dr. Mooney.” Everyone stilled as Dr. Frazer spoke. It was only the second time in your stay at Arrowhead that you had heard his voice, “Sit back down.”

Dr. Frazer then turned his eyes onto you. In an instant, your rebellious attitude had been stamped out. Unable to stand all eyes on you, & more so, how you had spit some horrible words at people, one of whom you particularly cared about, you rushed out of the room. You were a coward.

No one came looking for you the rest of the day, not even Dr. Mooney. You didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. And now, you too didn’t have any friends. Albert had been your only one & you had insulted him in front of your peers. You cried yourself to sleep that night, knowing that the rest of your stay at the facility would be dreadful. But it was all your doing. There was no one to blame but yourself.

The next morning though, before even breakfast, Nurse Carney appeared in your doorway.

“Come with me.”

Nurse Carney was usually all smiles & sunshine trapped within human skin. But there was no smile or bright radiance emanating from her as she looked at you.

“Where are we going?”

But she said nothing.

So, you were forced to follow her through the corridors of the facility until she led you to the main office. At first, you thought she would bringing you to Dr. Mooney’s office, which you were far from looking forward to, however, she only led you past his office to another at the end of the hallway. The plate on the door made your stomach slosh.

Dr. Holden Frazer.

Oh, this couldn’t be good.

Nurse Carney knocked on the door before the same solid voice from the day before sounded from the other side. She opened the door, poking her head in, “I have _____ here for you.”

“Thank you, Nurse Carney. You may return to your duties.”

Nurse Carney nodded, backing up to let you pass. You locked eyes with her once more, but she did not return any sort of kindness in her eyes.

Dr. Frazer’s office was the complete opposite of Dr. Mooney’s. Whereas Dr. Mooney’s office was warm, welcoming, & comforting, Dr. Frazer’s was sterile, barren of any personality, & lacked any color. You felt immediately unease as you entered it.

Behind the desk. Dr. Frazer sat upright in his chair, his eyes watching you as you stood before him shamefully. He then gestured for you to sit in one of the two chairs before his desk. Your defiance had been eradicated since yesterday, so you slowly took a seat. The chair itself as cold & uninviting as the office around it.

“Your mother is on her way here.”

Your jaw dropped. Oh, fuck.

Dr. Frazer showed no reaction to your own, “After yesterday, she was called & informed about your outburst. So, she is coming in today for an appointment with myself to discuss your future here.”

You pressed your lips together, “You’re kicking me out?”

“That is up to her.” Dr. Frazer responded coldly.

“And my father?”

Dr. Frazer remained stoic, “Busy.”

Of course. Of course he wouldn’t want to come. He was already ashamed of you. He didn’t need you to humiliate him further.

You swallowed, “I’m sorry about yester—”

“Apologies do not suffice here, Miss _____.” Dr. Frazer cut you off, “Your behaviour yesterday was unacceptable. You attacked patients & your attending doctor.”

You hung your head, feeling heat bloom along your spine.

“I know…”

Silence hung in the air for a beat before Dr. Frazer spoke again.

“She will be here within in the hour. I suggest you make yourself presentable & be on your best behaviour if you want to continue your treatment here.”

You raised your head to meet his eyes behind your lashes.

“Dismissed.”

Surprised at his aloofness, you slowly raised yourself out of the seat. Though corporal punishment was no longer allowed in such facilities & care centers, you sure felt like you just had the whipping of your life.

Exiting Dr. Frazer’s office, you found your way back to your room, ignoring any curious eyes or whispers as you passed by other patients. In the common area, you spotted Albert & Siena lounging on the couch. Albert met your eyes briefly before shaking his head at you & looking away. He was no longer your friend, & you didn’t blame him.

In your room, you got dressed & applied what little make-up you were allowed to bring to the center. You feared facing your mother & that disappointed look in her eyes, but you were grateful your father wouldn’t be joining her. It wasn’t like you were hoping to see him any time soon either after what he suggested was happening between you & Dr. Mooney the last time he was here.

After you finished getting ready, you decided to remain hidden in your room until Nurse Carney or another employee came looking for you. You were restless as you waited, watching the hour pass by. Your mother was surely there at that point & yet no one had come for you. You wondered if their meeting was to be one-on-one, & you would know your fate afterwards.

It was only when another forty-five minutes passed after your mother’s expected arrival that a knock came on your door.

“Come in.” You announced, though your voice was small.

It was an assistant nurse who informed you that your mother was waiting for you in the lobby. Following the nurse, you were relieved that there were no familiar faces in the common area. Once in the lobby, you spotted your mother as she spoke heatedly on her cell phone. The nurse left you as you waited off to the side for you mother to get off the phone. She was likely speaking to your father, updating him on how you were no longer allowed treatment at Arrowhead.

However, once she got off the phone & spotted you, she grinned & approached you before embracing you.

“Oh, honey.” She smelled like rose water. You buried your face into her blazer as she held you. Tears unexpectedly wetted the collar of her jacket.

“Mom, I’m sorry.” You lifted your head to look at her, “I’m so sorry.”

“Baby.” She cupped your cheek before glancing around, “C’mon darling. We’re going out for lunch.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Your mother frowned then, “Not here. There’s a lot we must talk about.”

Your mother was not a fan of Dr. Frazer; she made that abundantly clear as she drove the two of you to a nearby brunch spot.

“What a cold man.” She had commented, “And how dare he suggest your removal because of a little outburst. Ya know, Steve Summers put his nephew up at Arrowhead, it’s how we learned about it, & that boy was a handful. The stories Steve told your father & I about how much trouble he caused at that facility, yet they kept him. And that doctor, if you can even call him that, has the audacity to want to have you removed? Over my dead body.”

Your mother’s protectiveness made you smile for the first time in a long time. Now you wish you had been preset in their meeting to see her give Dr. Frazer the same no bullshit attitude he dished.

“So, I’m staying?”

“Of course!” Your mother shook her head, “It’s the best treatment center within 100 miles & I’ll be damned if we put somewhere less than that.”

You felt conflicted at staying, but at least you wouldn’t embarrass your father further.

Speaking of your dad, “How’d dad take it?”

Your mother sighed, pursing her lips, “I haven’t told him. Won’t tell him.”

This was shocking, & out of character. A million questions lied at the tip of your tongue, but your mother pulled into the restaurant. Once the two of you were seated, you were finally able to ask the first of many.

“Why aren’t you telling dad?” You asked, uninterested in the food menu before you.

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Your mother informed you. Her behaviour changed then, her poise transitioning from confident to worrisome.

“Your father is going to trial in a couple weeks.”

“What?!” She shushed you at your surprised reaction.

“Honey, lower your voice.”

Lowering your voice, you repeated the shock, “Trial for what?”

She sighed, dropping her own menu on the table, “John is suing him.”

Your heart sped up. His TA was suing him?

“For wrongful termination.” Your mother shared further.

You sputtered, “What? That’s fucking stupid.”

“Language.” She reprimanded but ultimately nodded, “But I agree. Unfortunately, John knows what he’s doing. He’ll lose but he doesn’t care.”

“If he’s going to lose then why is it going to trial?”

Your mother peered at you then, her eyes sorrowful, “To get the attention of the university. When a case goes to trial any faculty involved must be suspended until the trial closes.”

“He’s doing it to punish him…” Your voice softened.

“Yes.” Your mother nodded, “He doesn’t care about winning any money otherwise he would’ve settled out of court. What he wants is to ruin your father’s name.”

You collapsed against your seat, tears lining your vision, “This is all my fault.”

“Oh, honey…” But she didn’t argue against your claim.

“If I hadn’t…” You licked your dry lips, “Then dad would be fine.”

The two of you sat in silence for some time while your mother ordered for the both of you. But once the food came, you hardly touched your plate as your mother picked at hers.

“Fortunately,” your mother began, “it will be a closed trial. But…”

You stared at her, “But what?”

“Because your father fired John for, you know, your name & condition will be revealed.”

“They can do that?”

“You’re not a minor, honey. And having placed you into a recovery center, it shows that your father is aware of your… problems. He could be held accountable.”

“Wait, so, John could win?”

“It’s very unlikely.” Your mother reminded you, “Your father has a good set of lawyers defending his case.”

“But you said…”

“I know what I said.” The cracks in your mother’s tough exterior was beginning to show. She wasn’t telling you the full truth, that your father may actually lose the case, thus ultimately his career & reputation.

“I can’t believe this happening.” And it was all your fault. If only you hadn’t approached John, just left him alone. Then none of this would be happening.

“It’ll be okay. But that’s why I won’t be telling your father about yesterday. He already has enough going on.”

“Yeah, I get it.” You whispered, shameful.

Your mother got the check & once the two of you were in the car on the way back to the facility, you finally answered the question you knew she was avoiding thinking about.

“What if he loses, Mom?”

Your mother gripped your hand, shaking it in a reassuring manner. She smiled at you, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes, “He won’t.”

But you weren’t so sure.

After your mom dropped you off out front, Nurse Carney was waiting for you. She led you back inside. It was midday, lunch time. You had hardly eaten at the restaurant, but your appetite had disappeared with the information surrounding your father’s upcoming trial. Nurse Carney checked you in at the desk then dismissed you to head back to your common area. But your heart was racing, your head was full of noise. You needed to talk to someone. Now.

Ignoring her, you instead went in the opposite direction of the youth wing & towards the doctor’s offices.

“_____!” Nurse Carney hollered behind you. You sped up in your walk as you heard her exit the front office to follow after you.

You had just made it to your destination, knocking rapidly on the door when Nurse Carney appeared next to you.

“You are not following protocol.”

“Fuck your protocol.” You rushed out, your breathing coming in shallowly.

Then the door before you swung open & Dr. Mooney stood in surprise as his eyes glanced between you & Nurse Carney.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Mooney, I’ll take her back to her room.”

But Dr. Mooney frowned, looking at you, “Are you okay?”

“No.” Tears skipped down your cheeks, “I really need you.”

He took you in for a moment longer before nodding once, “It’s okay, Nurse Carney. I’ll see her back myself.”

It was obvious that Nurse Carney didn’t agree but she wouldn’t argue.

Dr. Mooney closed the door behind you as you stepped inside to stand in the middle of his office. Sobs racked your body as you finally broke down.

“_____, what’s going on?”

But you couldn’t talk. Not yet. Instead, you broke another protocol.

You couldn’t think about Rafe’s intrusive words or Albert’s year old gossip. What you needed right then was the only person who had consistently shown care towards you in the last couple months. Spinning around, you hugged Dr. Mooney. You latched your arms together around his back & pressed your face into his chest. You didn’t care about the no contact policy. Because right then you didn’t view yourself as a patient or Dr. Mooney as your care provider. What you needed was the only friend you had in this hell hole.

Dr. Mooney never returned the hug, but neither removed you. He let you cry against him. And for that you were thankful. However, after a few minutes & you had calmed down, he gently placed his hands on your shoulders & placed some distance between the two of you. He angled his head to meet your bleary eyes.

“Talk to me.”

You shook your head, “I can’t do this alone.”

He frowned but nodded, “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together. I promise.”

And you knew it to be true. Dr. Mooney would never let you down, & that’s exactly what you needed.

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Do you write smut? If you do is it okey to write reader x Moriarty brothers where Albert and William show Louis what to do to girl in bed?

Ofc! But before I write, I just wanted to say that I hope this is what you're expecting and I hope you love it! <3

Moriarty Brothers x Reader Where Albert & William show Louis What to do to a girl in bed.

Warning: Smut

Note: MINORS DON'T INTERRACT! I have edit the headcanons and I hope it went better then before.

[Sfw]

Louis may look cold and harsh but he's quite the opposite :D

At first when you start dating the brothers they treat you like a gem!

Super protective over you and wouldn't let someone mess with you or hurt you.

Louis is the one who's responsible on kitchen duty. He prepares breakfast/lunch/dinner almost everyday. You were quite amased by how can someone like Louis who's a scary murderer could cook so flawlessly?

At your free times, Louis will offer to teach you gourmet cooking for spending time together.

Will had him smiling by your clumsiness (thinks you're cute!)

Not only that but when you're with Albert he will invite you over to the music room to play Violin/piano for you.

William in the other hand will read you books. Any genre you want! Romance/Mystery/action/slice of life/fantasy, you name it! But he'll mostly enjoy teaching you math for quality time together.

[Nsfw]

Everytime you wanted to make out , Louis will be the first one who's blushing like crazy before you.

Poor boy, he was confused on how to take the lead.

Luckily he got 2 beast in the manor who is willing to teach Louis about this 😏

When he saw you were fucked dumb by William who keeps thrusting his massive cock inside of you and Albert who thrust your mouth on his erection made him leak pre-cum.

How was he supposed to not get turn on when you're this sexy?

When they were in the stage on edging, oh boy My Boy Louis surrender. What is this?? Hair pulling, bondage, knives play, breeding, degrading??? He really has a soft spot to you and can't bare to say those cruel words Or even hair pulling, what if he hurts you??? He surely doesn't want that. 😔

When you say that it helps to lighten the mood more Louis couldn't stop blushing from the morning till now ever since he saw you each time. Made his mind go wild.

When Louis gets to push his dick inside your body startle and you were shaking so much by how huge it was.

William who was beside him give him instructions on how to know which place to hit and when to go rough.

Meanwhile Albert taught him on stimulating your partner by just talking and teasing.

Poor Louis was trying his best to stay dominant the entire moment. 🙏🏻

After the whole tiredly night, you notice Louis had dark circles around his eyes.

You ask if he get any sleep after the accident and he just stare at you darkly with his danger aura around him and answer with a tired tone.

"I have issues at that time but I'll get over it."

God Louis learn his lesson 🙂

#moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #smut #Moriarty the patriot smut #william patriot x reader smut #william james moriarty headcanon #william james Moriarty x y/n smut #Albert James Moriarty x reader smut #louis james moriarty #louis james moriarty x y/n

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pricescigar · 1 year

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Utter Jealously & Posessiveness – Albert Wesker HC's

Note: I'm really loving the attention, appreciation I'm getting from making these HC's which makes me want to continue even more. So enjoy this batch of HC's. ❤️

And as always... No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy!

Photo belongs to me

CW: Mentions of Swearing , Violence and NSFW

You and Wesker have been dating for over 6 months now, and you've been loving every single minute of it. He was too perfect.

A fine gentleman Wesker is, he treats you right, he's kind, gentle and is always there for you.

Even sometimes it makes you wonder why Wesker chose to be with you, but seeing how happy he was all the time around you. It didn't take long to always see why, always filling you with glee.

You struggled in the past when it came to dating but Wesker came at the right time. You couldn't ask for anyone better than Wesker.

It was almost as if you finally found someone who deeply cares about you...

Occasionally you realised Wesker struggled with his anger, sometimes some situations would escalate. And you come in the nick of time to de-escalate it.

Wesker's temper is something, but you always find a way to comfort him. In turn he calms down, and apologises multiple times for his behaviour.

"I'm sorry my love... I didn't mean to scare you..."

You'd always reassure him it's okay, and even a few kisses on his face makes him feel better.

Wesker would wrap hid arms around you and pull you into his lap, letting you straddle him as he held you closely to his body. Muttering a soft; "Thank you."

More or less his anger shows up more when there's men/women or anyone else around you, who try to flirt with you. And that annoys him a lot.

At first he doesn't say anything of course— He just glares at them, his eyes glowing watching their every move like a hawk.

But if they do get too close to comfort, that's when he would interfere with immediate action.

Wesker would make it obvious that you are his, and his alone. An arm around your waist, holding hands, even kissing you when he arrives.

When they finally get the idea they finally go away, with Wesker's eyes still glowing watching the person walk away.

In some cases his anger goes from a 0 to 100 sometimes, he doesn't mess around.

At first you was surprised at how jealous he got, but at the same time it was really sexy. There were a few times in bed he'd make it obvious, clear that you are his.

"I won't stop until you scream my name."

He would even go as far as to having sex in the office with you, so no one else would have any second ideas to try and woo you.

There was one situation where a man almsot touched your butt but Wesker quickly arrived and broke the guys arm.

Despite how scared you was Wesker always made sure you was okay, hugging you closely to reassure you.

"I won't let anyone try to touch you like that again..." He would say as his eyes glowed.

Another thing that took you by surprise was his possessiveness, from the moment you got together with him. He was possessive and protective of you.

Which took you a while to get used to admittingly, after all Wesker is your first s/o.

Oh how he would grab your chin to make you look at him, his stern yet soft eyes staring at you as he'd whisper...

"You are mine. And mine alone, understand?"

The butterflies in your tummy and the warm welcome wet feeling down below.

Oh how he'd always smirk seeing the kind of effect he'd have on you... Always making him hard, and filled with such joy.

He'd either take you into his office to have sed with you right then and there, bemding over and rutting into you like anything.

Seeing how overstimulated you get, muttering "fuck." , "Shit." With every thrust. Making you cum on his cock right then and there.

Or he'd wait until the evening... After a long day of work, stressed from the day to take you into the bedroom.

Regularly you and Wesker Roleplay to spice up things in the bedroom, it wasn't usual for Wesker to still keep his lab coat on.

But when he'd take you to the bedroom, the familair smirk on his face. You knew what his plans were.

"Doctor Wesker would like to see you now."

Even if it isn't people flirting with you, or it's any other given situation. It doesn't stop him from protecting you, or always making it known that if you get hurt.

They would have to get through him.

#resident evil #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker resident evil #dbd wesker #re wesker

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oksurethisismyname · 2 months

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Hiiiii as a queer person living in the Bible Belt of the USA, I’m envisioning a “Christian trauma AU / general theology AU” because you know my main focus is always Sanji. This assumed that we’re in the USA, modern era, and I guess maybe a college or post grad AU for how they meet each other? This is a lonnnnnnnng text post so scroll at your own risk. To keep it from being toooo long I’m also sticking to east blue crew.

Hear me out:

There are a million different sects of Christianity so we’ve got a ton of angles to use.

Garp is catholic (but think FRENCH laïcité instead of American Amy Coney Barret Supreme Court justice weird catholic cult), Dragon straight up rebels against the strict structure and goes about his atheist ways. Neither of them really raise Luffy anyway so 💁🏻

Luffy ends up being agnostic. It’s not that he doesn’t believe in a higher power but he knows he needs to take action and that he can’t rely on a higher power to fix the problems of the world. Very Albert Camus, revolting against the absurd and holding himself to a higher responsibility in life

Zoro comes from a Shinto or Buddhist background. He’s not judging anyone’s religious beliefs unless they’re harming others.

Nami has religious trauma from the Baptist church that set up in her town and made it impossible to be herself. Belle Mere is so clearly queer and she’s harassed and dies at the hands of some zealous bigots who were emboldened by the words of the local Baptist church pastor (Arlong)

Ussop comes from a chill Protestant background (maybe Presbyterian?) But he’s more of a CEO (Christmas Easter Only) in terms of actually attending any sort of church. Honestly, with his dad out of the picture and his mom dying, he just had bigger things on his mind like living every day.

Finally, Sanji. Oh boy, Sanji has major “Quiverfull movement Christian” trauma from Judge. For those who don’t know, quiverfull is a Christian extremist movement where the idea is to have as many kids as possible and adhere to very strict purity rules and gender roles. Contraception isn’t allowed. Women wear long skirts and non fitted shirts to hide their womanly form (ew), and most of the time these parents homeschool there kids to avoid the “temptation” or “impurity” of modern society.

Judge had these 5 kids who he’s raised in this faith but Sanji never liked how Judge treated his mom. Why was Sora supposed to be “seen and not heard?” Why was it ok for his brothers to use scripture to bully and hurt and spread hate? Why would a loving god create women just to subjugate them? Judge wouldn’t like this, and once Sora passes away (probably because Judge wouldn’t let her seek medical care post birth of the quadruplets, so her health deteriorated for years), Judge locks him up and makes him do all sorts of horrible “prayer” and “repentance” practices, which are really just abuse.

Sanji would maybe escape when they go into town to get something mundane like a printer or a new wifi router (which only judge is allowed to use the internet). He’d probably bolt first chance he gets and when he meets Zeff, Zeff can recognize the signals of abuse. He takes Sanji in and even though Sanji never believed women were less than men, he still has years of trauma and gender roles beaten into him that he has to unpack.

His choice to cook? That’s a huge rebellion. Wearing tight fitting suits that look sinful? That’s a middle finger to his dad. He always treats women like goddesses because he feels so much guilt for the sins of his father. When he finally joins the Strawhats, he’s so overwhelmed with how free and nonjudgmental they are (of important stuff, obviously they’ll still poke fun at small stuff) that he feels comfortable dropping little comments here and there, opening up.

Ussop will be comforting Nami about something and sanji will tell him is so refreshing to see a man be so nurturing. He goes to Ussop often, asking how he’s so confident sharing his emotions.

Nami will be ordering them around and he’ll do everything she says with a smile, just happy to see her free to do what she wants (which is be a bossy bitch)

Zoro will talk about Kuina one night and Sanji will sob, overwhelmed with joy that she got to have all that strength and a friend like zoro even when faced with hurtful gender expectations.

Luffy above all is the most jarring for him. He grew up hearing about sin and sinners and temptation and evil but when he sees Luffy doing his thing, taking down bad people, fighting for the underdog, he knows that if there is a God (he she it they? Who cares), Luffy is doing their work.

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Bonus Gay Cherry on top is that Sanji meets Iva and gets into drag, starts performing, does some events, and through that gender liberation is able to find some peace in who he is, tucking away all the hate he was born into. And he ends up with zoro the end bye

#too long don’t read #one piece christian trauma au???#east blue crew au text post #black leg sanji #monkey d luffy #east blue crew #one piece #text post #cat burglar nami #god usopp #sanji #roronoa zoro

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valenfield-inspo · 1 year

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Just basically theorizing here a bit to kill some time before we get more info on the upcoming cgi film, "Resident Evil: Death Island". It's nothing to be taken remotely seriously as we haven't been given much as to what the movie will exactly entail (just a synopsis and summed up bios of the characters).

I'm assuming in this scene, Chris walks in on Jill at a shooting range (presumably at a BSAA compound?) to inform her about his investigation of the outbreak happening in San Francisco. I wonder if he's going to ask her to join in on the investigation. I mean they've known each other a long time going back to the days of STARS Alpha team, to the Spencer Mansion Incident, reuniting after the events of Code Veronica to join a private task force to take down Umbrella, to being part of the formation of the BSAA and up until Jill's sacrifice to save Chris from being killed by Albert Wesker in Lost in Nightmares. They have had a long history of working together and completely trust each other and with Jill's determination for justice (which we really saw that up close in RE3, both OG and Remake) and responsibility, no doubt Chris would want her on the mission.

We know Jill rejoins the team but I wonder if she'll still experience any of the mental side effects from re5. If those feelings of guilt might surface some while on the mission in Alcatraz. Since Alcatraz was once a prison, maybe it would trigger memories of Jill being imprisoned by Wesker for 3 years. 3 years must of felt like a lifetime with being tortured and forced to participate in inflicting acts of bioterrorism. It just would be nice to see her overcome those "mental demons" and get to display some badassery that we know she's capable of doing. She's already got a great supporter in Chris (can't wait to see them working together again!). So I think she would do amazing. Chris certainly knows she can hold her own! I know the series doesn't tend dive too deep with the characters prioritizing game play over story. And even the cgi films are more like fan service action vehicles, especially with Vendetta. So not getting my hopes up too high but it is fun to come up with ideas. I just wish they would take the opportunity to use these animated film series to explore the protagonists more. Go deeper. After all, since the films are not video games, they wouldn't have to worry about balancing game play over story, etc... They could just focus more on the story. Just some thoughts for now anyway until we know more.

#resident evil #resident evil: death island #jill valentine #chris redfield #valenfield #mod speaks

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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year

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from the future to the past.

request: professional hacker!s/o whos very skilled in computers and building them, with terrifying abilities to gather intel,,,, also has a talent in making gadgets then time travels to mtp,,,, works for mi6, best buddies with von herder, close relationship with secretary holmes too,,,, how would the rest of the moriarty gang react? would they use them???

# tags: headcanon; strangers to friends & strangers to lovers; time travel; hacker!reader; soft romance; a bit of comedy; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. whole mi6 {mtp}

author’s note: hey anonnie, sorry for waiting so long! thank you! hope you like it :)!

↘ Your latest invention turned out to be the biggest and by far the most shocking success of your twenty-something life.

↘ And at the same time your greatest and most dangerous curse, because the last virtual time exchange program you created, which was made by the initiative of restoring old databases, took you... several hundred years back, to be more precise, to the end of the 19th century and on top of that to London city.

↘ You looked like a recluse among beautifully dressed ladies, children in clothes with long frills and gentlemen with tall hats and gold-trimmed coats.

↘ Your bright jeans, black sweatshirt with a huge hood and hair tied up in a loose bun were a comic image among the dressed-up nobility or even less wealthy townspeople. Your appearance and the fear in your eyes caught the attention of Albert and Louis Moriarty, who extended a helping hand to you without asking for anything else.

↘ At the MI6 hideout William spoke first, not convinced of your presence among them. At first he thought you were the enemy and wanted information about their group, but then when he started asking you about various names and situations that seemed logical to him, your expression didn’t become distrustful or deceitful in the slightest. He realized that this is not your world.

↘ On that day you told everything about yourself and the future that awaits humanity, as well as about their fame in later centuries. You told about the actions of Sherlock Holmes and the Moriarty family, and also that in the 21st century many books, series and films about their lives were created. Of course, Sherlock was thrilled and asked you about everything, and then he got closer to you than anyone in MI6.

↘ For others it was strange that he liked and trusted the other person in this way, and for some it was completely normal – after all, you were a person always smiling and really cute in your actions.

↘ Sherlock quickly fell in love with you and became your partner (not only at work, but also in life).

↘ Over time: days, weeks and months, you forgot about your previous life. You gladly accepted the help of Louis and Miss Moneypenny, who helped you dress up so that you fit perfectly with the other members of MI6, while Sebastian and Fred, with a little help from James Bond, created a new name for you and your new past, so that no one has not developed unfounded suspicions of you.

↘ You also made great contact with Jack, who replaced your father in these difficult times, and with Von Herder, who became your closest friend. You two got along great, and although he did weird things sometimes and had a dangerous passion for firearms, you really had a good time and loved playing cards and reading books in your spare time, and teasing William or Albert who always shook their heads when they saw the two of you.

↘ Zack acted like your second father, although he was definitely shyer than the others, while Henry and Sherlock’s male sibling were like big brothers to you. The latter felt great respect for you, the more that you straightened his real, younger brother a bit, and at the same time made him much more serious and became a good helper of the Moriarty brothers.

↘ Your manual skills have been very useful to MI6; even if at first the middle brother just wanted to use you to help him with his own plans, over time he really liked you and realized that even though you feared for your current life, you worked hard to help them and be their real friend.

↘ You continued to create your inventions as a hobby, and your list of later achievements included the creation of the first light switch and lamp, and even the first screen with the ability to save data on it. For your entire group, you created the first makeshift telephone with the ability to receive short calls, and when you had a little more time than normal, you created more inventions that benefited not only MI6, but all of England, and then the world.

↘ You wrote it all down in a notebook, which after many years found its way to the right people, and they published it, making MI6 famous all over the world, starring you, and your romance with Sherlock Holmes became one of the best-loved romance novels of those years.

↘ Such was your new life, and your relationship with people from the officially nonexistent sixth branch of the British Military Intelligence.

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daddythegrabber · 1 year

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Pairing: Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Reader

Warning(s): Daddy kink, blowjob in van, a little touching here a little touching there, p in v sex, dom!Albert Shaw, sub!Reader, first time these motherfuckas have some action, dirty talk, pet names

Summary: Albert and the Reader finally has the opportunity to be with each other and I mean that not just like talking…. 👀 this is ladies and gentleman what we have waited for. Enjoy.

The Grabber

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Both of you were intoxicated from the alcoholic beverages, and you two cannot stop touch each other. As the booze gave you much more confidence you danced closer to him, one hand snaked around his neck and with the other caressing his body, until you stopped at the crotch area. You felt him excitement through his ridiculously tight jeans. He moaned softly into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine, and heat pooled down your core, you felt that you want him…… want him to fuck you, to own you. His sneaky hand found his way to your right thigh and moved his fingers up and down, moving dangerously close to your heat. But he decides that he wants to play with you, to work you up, until you cannot stand the hurt in your belly. You bit your bottom lip and you hear him growl.

“Hmm….. naughty girl. I bet you’re already so wet. Are you Bunny? C’mon tell me.” He whispered and it was making you more wet. You look into his eyes and slowly and agonisingly lean to his ear.

“What if I am?” You say and bit his ear playfully. He practically rut against you now, his cock now fully erected and waiting for your attention.

“You’re so naughty. Maybe I’ll work you up some more and take you down to the basement again.” Your eyes widened and he just smiled mischievously.” Not because I wanna lock you down there… no. Just think about more pleasurable ways. Remember, it’s soundproof.” His voice was filled with lust and his index finger found your sensitive but and it made your legs wobbly,

“What if I want to scream your name, let everybody know how’s fucking me so good?”

And now he’s speechless. You don’t know why, maybe because of the way you talk to him, you never imagined that you would talk like that.

“You minx. Driving me insane. I have to punish you for that.” He warns you but you just wink at him and slip to his body even more that a piece of hair could not get between the two of you.

“What are you waiting for, Daddy?” You placed your hand in front of you mouth and looked at him in shock. And as you could see that he was in a shock too. After he realised what you have said hugged you by the waist and pressed your lower half to his and moved his cock to show you how aroused he was.

“You want Daddy to punish you?”

“Yes.” You admitted and blushed even harder.

“Yes what?”

“Yes….. Daddy.” He smiled and hugged you, hand immediately shot it to hug him back.

“We have to get out of here I’m afraid. Bad girls have to be punished. And you, Bunny was incredibly naughty. Working up Daddy like that.”

“Please, Daddy….. I wanna be punished.”

“You beg me so sweetly, it’s hard to refuse. Let’s go. I’ll give you something you won’t forget.” He kissed you, but it was not gentle, it was all teeth and tongue, and you liked it. Albert grabbed your hand squeezed through the crowd of people, you saw that (bf/n) was talking to someone, and your eyes met with hers/his. You smIled and (she/he) knew that you’ll have a good time finally. You two finally got out of the building and made his way to the parking lot where you saw the familiar van he’s owning. He impatiently grabbed you by the waist and violently tossed you aside and pressed you to the van, your legs wrap around his waist and he kisses you passionately. You grab onto his hair and pull it slightly while he rut into you, creating some friction.

“Sorry, Love. I cannot contain myself anymore. Ahh…. I wish I would fuck you like this, you pressed to my van, my cock buried deep in your wet cunt.”

“A….Al. Please..” then he stopped and looked deep into your eyes, his pupils were blew wide, sweat glistening on his forehead, costume’s a little messy, fangs already gone. He looks….HOT.

“A-a… try it again Sweetheart.” He said and started kissing down your neck, nibbling at it like some hungry animal.

“Oh… God…” you plea and bang your head on the cold van.

“Wrong again…. I think you really deserve that punishment. Be good for Daddy and sit on the passenger seat.” He kisses you once more and let you go. You immediately obeyed and took a seat on the seat and he follows shortly after, sitting on the driver’s seat. He turns the key and the van’s engine sprung to life. He gripped the steering wheel and drove off. The air was thick with desire, you cannot even think straight. A though went through you head, and it might be dangerous but you like to test the waters, and you placed your left hand onto his leg, squeezing it gently. Al looked at you and he knew that you’re onto something.

“What do you think you’re doing Bunny?” He placed his right hand onto yours and squeezed it.

“Maybe I can relieve some of your “pain”. Your cock looks painfully hard. I just wanna help you…….. Daddy.” You pouted your lower lip and squeezed your tits together to give him the view.

“Oh… you wanna be a good girl for Daddy? Then what are you waiting for? Give Daddy what you want.” He grabbed your hand and placed it onto his bulge, and pressed it down on it, he’s moaning and you like to hear him moan. You immediately went down on him, pull the zipper down and free his cock from his boxer briefs. His tip already leaked with pre-cum. You did not hesitate and licked the tip licking the cum up and taste it. You heard the wheels screech and you looked up at him.

“Continue. I did not tell you to stop Bunny.” He said and collected a fistful of your hard and moved down your head on his cock, gagging at the end of it.

“Yessss…. Finally.. your mouth is so hot, perfect for my cock.” He moaned after his sentence and moved your head up and down slowly and painfully, once or twice you had to swallow and it added more to the blowjob. His wanton moans filled the van, while you pleasured him as he liked. His hand tightened on the steering wheel and his breathing became more erratic.

“Y….Yesss… I just wanna come in your mouth so bad. Make you swallow my seed. Would you like that my Bunny?” Did he just call you My Bunny?

“Ymmmms.” You moaned around his cock

“You’re such a good girl. I’ll cum in your mouth an you’ll swallow every drop of it.” He ducked your mouth faster, tongue making circles on his head every time he moves you hand back up. And it drives him crazy.

“Here I come Bunny. Take. It. All. He growled and finished into your mouth so deep you could not even spit his semen out, cause how deep his cock was. The van came to a stop and you regained your seat. Your mouth were agape, panting heavily, hair messy from his hand. And when you looked at him, you almost came. He looked so sexy.

“You. Are incredible my Darling. I cannot wait to bury myself into your tight pussy. Let me get the door for you.” He said and exited the van and ran to your side to open the door. He held out his hand and that’s when you realised that he zipped himself up.

“Thank you Al.” You grabbed his hand and took your feet down to the ground, your hand remained in his.

“You’re welcome. Let’s go inside. It’s pretty cold out here.” He said and wrapped the cape around your shoulders. After he grabbed you hand again and approached the front door, he opened it and let you inside. It was surprisingly warm there.

“Come. Let’s go to my room. But before that, are you hungry Darling?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Is he alright. He just made you go down on him and now he’s asking you if you were hungry. You did not want to spoil the mood but you actually were hungry.

“Uhmm…..” And that’s when your stomach start to growl, loudly. You awkwardly look down on the floor in embarrassment.

“What do you want to eat Bunny? I’ll get it for ya.” He said and grabbed your chin, moving it up and giving you a quick kiss. It made you smile.

“I feel like Chinese.”

“Perfect, you go Darling. Go to my room and make yourself comfortable. And you can change into my clothes. I’ll be right back Bunny. And behave.” He smacked your butt and kissed you. After he left you immediately took of your heels and went ahead into his bedroom and you remembered well. As you stepped into the room, the first thing that caught your attention was the polaroids you sent him. They’re on his nightstand. And as you step closer to the bed you see that there’s some stuff on one of them.

“Fuck…..” you then realised what that was, and you started to undress. It was so unusual. You, in his room, completely naked. But you did not think of it anymore. You stepped to his wardrobe and grabbed onto a black t-shirt and some boxers and put them on. Just as you finished dressing up Al came into the room with the take outs. And you were hungry. He eyed you up and down.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just like you in my clothes. Especially when they’re discarded on the floor.” He winked and placed the boxes down onto his nightstand and hugged you after.

“I’ve missed you Bunny.” He confess

“I missed you too…. Even it was a ridiculous short amount of time while you were away.” You giggled and he sat down with you on his lap. And just stared into each other’s eyes.

“I was such a fool, letting you go like that.”

“It was not pleasant, how you treated me that night. But.. I just cannot stop thinking about you after.”

“Glad to hear that Bunny. So am I. You filled my every though, every part of my brain, cause I couldn’t think about anything else but you. Can you forgive me?” He asked and looked down to his lap. You stroked his hair a bit and then grabbed both of his cheeks and made him look up at you. His face was sad. And you did not want him to be.

“I forgive you.” That’s all he wanted to hear. His mouth moved up to a smile and kissed you, and you wanted to deeper it, to feel him some more. Ha grabbed your ass tighter and made you move up and down on his lap, feeling his cock harden from every movement. You on the other hand grabbed the hem of his costume and helped him get out of it. Finally feeling his sling with your fingertips, you moved your hands up and down on his torso massaging it in the meantime.

“Oh Daddy please. Can I have my punishment now?” You asked and it made him giggle.

“You can Bunny. But first undress. Right now. Don’t make Daddy wait.” He commanded and it headed into your core. You did as you told an undressed, but it was slow and painful, for him of course. And when you got fully undressed he made a motion with his finger to turn 360 degrees around. And like a good girl you are obeyed. You wiggled your ass a bit to his pleasure and when you turned to look at him, you saw his predatory gaze eating you up. You did not hide from him.

“You look so stunning (Y/N).”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You winked at him.

“Come here. Come to Daddy.” He grabbed your wrist and made you lay over his lap, ass in the air. “You’re so good. Obeying my every word. I almost considered not giving you a punishment.”

“But…”

“No buts…” He slapped down on you ass cheek hard, almost too painful to handle. You moaned at the contact and it made him worked up again. His cock starting to sprung to life again. Because of you.

“Be a good Bunny. And maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

“I need your cock.”

“I’ll give it to you, but now I have an ass to spank, haven’t I?” He asked and you just nodded, waiting for his hand again. “You don’t have to count….. but I’ll slap you as many time as I want. I want your ass to be red and raw.” He gently stroked one ass cheek and slapped on it hard, and his hand travelled to the other again repeating the process. You do not know how many slaps he gave you but you certainly knew that your pussy’s dripping from the pain and the pleasure.

“P….Ah.. Please.”

“Awww. My Princess’ already begging?”

“I…. I need you. Please Daddy….please.”

“You can do better (y/n).” He now slapped your cheeks harder than before and it made your eyes wet with tears.

“Please Daddy. I want to feel your big cock in my wet pussy. I….I can’t take this anymore. Please Daddy. You’ll stretch me soo good.” You couldn’t believe that your begging for his cock like this. Completely at his mercy, but you liked it as much as he do.

“I’ll give you what you so desperately need. Lay down on the bed. Hands to the headboard and do not dare move them from there.” You slowly get up from his lap but of course with his help and did as you’re told. Laid down, hands to the headboard, legs spread wide. His gaze was something else as he eyed up your naked, sweaty form. Your legs were shaking of pain and pleasure.

“You look magnificent My Love. I can’t wait to devour you. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He confessed while undressed himself and stood before you in all of his glory. “You like what you see?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“I have to confess something (y/n).”

“Go ahead.” You smiled at him and it made his heart flutter. He slowly positioned himself between your legs and his hands next to your head, pressing himself to your body, cock to you opening.

“I love you.” He confessed and slowly entered you to the hilt. Your hands remained at the headboard as he commanded but how bad you wanna hug him.

“Ahh..yes. You feel so good, better I have imagined.”

“Your cock stretching me so good. Please Al. Move.” You plead and his eyes lit up at his name.

“Anything for you.” He smiled and kissed you. It started to become heated as he licked your lower lip, asking for entrance, that you gladly gave him. Your tongues battled with each other while his hips moved painfully slow, cause he wanted you to adjust to his length. As he was fully into you one of his hand stroked your breast, grabbing it, toying with it, it was already sensitive to the touch so it made you jump a little, Al’s little laugh caught your attention and he just winked at you.

“I like how your boob feels inside my hand. It’s perfect.” He kissed down your throat, lapping on it, licking and sucking the sensitive skin leaving bruises behind every kiss, but you did not mind. They’ll remind you of him. Suddenly his hip start to move again and settled in a slow pace almost agonising slow for you, but Al knew that you’re not so patient. But only he was in charge there. You wrapped your legs around him to deepen the thrusts and it move up to your cervix.

“You’re so tight. I might spend myself so soon, but we do not want that.”

“No Al. We don’t… ahh…yesss… please.” His thrusts became more frequent and deeper as before. You felt your orgasm build up.

“You can touch me now (y/n).” As he said it you immediately grabbed him by his face and kissed him deeply and while you two were kissing your hands started to wander to his shoulders and onto his back, scratching the skin lightly for him to feel. A deep moan erupted from his throat and his thrusts became more and more erratic. Now he’s fucking you like an animal in heat. Pounding into your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. It was so painful to hold back much longer.

“I cannot hold back. I’ll cum into your pretty pussy, filling you with my seed. Ahh…. (Y/n). Say my name…” he commands again.

“Daddy.”

“Wrong answer.” His hand snaked to your throat and slightly squeezed it, adding oil to the fire.

“Ahh….mmmm… Al. Please.” You pleaded

“Hm… close. What’s my name?”

“A….ahh… Albert.” You cried out

“Very good. That’s the only name you’ll scream when you come. Understood?”

“Yes Al.”

“I’m coming. Right into you. I can feel you squeezing me. Let go. (Y/n) cum on my cock.” He did not have to ask you twice. As he spent himself with a loud moan so did you, screaming his name in satisfaction. He was panting from exhaustion, and kissed you slowly. After that he laid down next to you. Motioning you to lay your head on his chest, to cuddle him. And you did. You could feel his heart beating so fast, and it calmed you down. He stroked your back while you hugged him by his waist and just enjoy the moment shared between the two of you.

“I love you Albert Shaw.”

“And I love you (y/n) (l/n).” He kissed the top of your head, grabbed the duvet and tucked both of you in.

Oh boy! This is the end of this fic. I’m so glad that I finally finished it. I hope you liked it as much as I did. Thank you for all the support and feedback ❤️ I couldn’t do it without you amazing people ❤️

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Netflix atla live action review ep 7-8

Home stretch baby. I figured since i love the source material i should just be able to enjoy it, or at least be entertained by it somewhat. But even that was just not possible. I pirated it after the first three episodes just bc i didn't want to give netflix the satisfaction of a view.

It's not so much the acting, the costumes or even the bad/mediocre cgi, it's the writing. It's an absolute shitshow, a mess of the highest caliber. For someone who claims to love the source material, it really seems like Albert Kim didn't understand why a lot of the things in the original worked the way they did. Things that are important for character growth got removed, and lore that we normally don't see til later on in the show (or even in a completely different story within this universe!!) got crammed in. For no good reason too bc it doesn't really add anything, just gives us another obstacle or useless exposition that's supposed to explain another useless thing they added.

Both of the last episodes take place in the north pole. This makes sense somewhat because in the original all three of the last episodes took place there. The reason they did this in the original is to have room for all of the stories that still need to take place (pakku, zuko, spirit world, koh, waterbending training, sokka and yue etc.) However in this version, even though minutes wise we have more time, we have less story. Like way less. Also episode 7 proportionally is much shorter than 8 and it really gives issues with pacing.

Let's start with what annoyed me most. Where is the waterbending training? Where is it? The season's title is Water and Aang bent ZERO water this entire season unless he was in the avatar state. Katara "trains" yes, but it's mostly practicing moves she found on the scroll (which gran gran just gave to her? Why didn't this woman give it to her sooner???). She gets NO guidance from anyone, and the way she gets better at bending each time is because a BOY told her encouraging things. A BOY. In the OG we get Pakku saying "raw talent alone is not enough", which makes sense because bending in this universe is an extension of martial arts, and you have to train to become good at martial arts. This LA show however treated bending like a magic power, basically giving some mumbo jumbo about balance and a clear head and think of the people you love to become a better bender. And while yes, your mental headspace also is important (as highlighted in the original where zuko couldn't bend anymore bc he had no aggression left) it wasn't the only factor, it wasn't even the main factor.

When we arrive at the North Pole, Pakku and the chief of the North both expect Aang to help with battle strategy in order to stop the attack bc they're already aware it's coming. Aang tells them he doesn't really know how (wtf were they even expecting it mean that is a whole 12yr old) and they turn away going "guess we can't count on the avatar" like? Dude?? If they have such good intel that they already know the fire nation is preparing an attack, and that the Avatar is alive, how tf did you not hear that the Avatar is also 12 years old and far from a master of the four elements? Idk this weirded me out.

They removed the deserter episode, which means Aang doesn't renounce firebending, which means we get no storyline of Aang dealing with his conflicted feelings surrounding firebending because fire gives life, not just destruction. Katara also doesn't find out she can heal naturally. We just get told that healing is just a thing all waterbenders can do if they train for it. Katara's necklace has no significance at all in the story currently. Yugoda doesn't recognize that Katara is Kanna's granddaughter. Katara's gran gran being from the north originally doesn't play part in the story at all. Katara doesn't even once utter the words "this necklace used to be my mother's". Idk why that bothers me so much but it does. They also removed her rage at not being allowed to fight. Sure this show's Katara also goes to fight Pakku, but literally everytime she speaks she just sounds reasonable. She fights him not because she's So Enraged at not being allowed to become the master she's meant to be, but because the script demands it. She says it so matter of factly too. She's like a mellowed out shell of who Katara is supposed to be. I feel like this overall for her character in this show btw. I don't blame Kiawentiio bc i saw clips of her performance in other works (anne with an e notably) and she's good. This genuinely just seems like poor writing and directing. They removed all of Katara's passion. She's not warm, she's not feisty, she's not angry, she's not nurturing, she's also not flawed at all. I hate to say it but in this version she's giving Mary Sue, especially bc she just learns waterbending on her own, and then gets called a master out of nowhere. That's not how that's supposed to work. You're supposed to earn the term master.

Let's talk about Yue. Amber Midthunder is a great actress, but damn, that wig. Their budget was over 100 million dollars and yet they couldn't give my girl a lace front? Her wig was so structured and stiff, and if it were any other context like cosplay or a drag show this would have been perfect. Now it just looked really unnatural and instead of the hair being platinum it was gray. Yue's character got given more to do here. They changed the story to have her break her own engagement, but it's implied that the reason she did this is bc she met Sokka in the spirit world and... fell in love? Idk it was a bit weird. Both Suki and Yue were inexplicably entranced with Sokka. In the OG it's implied that Yue likes Sokka bc he's so different from the boys in the north, kind of like a city girl falling in love with a country boy. But here it feels different, he doesn't stand out at all compared to the other boys, and Hahn isn't a dickhead like the OG. I will say i like that Yue is a stronger character here. She takes charge of her own destiny and she is the one to realize that she can save the moon spirit, and wasn't told by someone else that she could do it. I am confused by them making her a waterbender, but i'm not mad at that change per se. I liked her sacrifice scene, her own acting was great. Sokka however... i genuinely burst out laughing, like so loud. The zoom in on his face, the expression, it was too much and too little at once. Overall, Yue's story was okay. Was it better than the original? Debatable. But it wasn't bad and that's a win.

We get Avatar Kuruk way earlier than we originally got him. I'm still kind of confused about the whole "you can talk to past Avatars but only in their shrine with their statue" thing, because if that's the case how in the hell is Aang ever gonna ask advice from Roku (or Kyoshi, since the writers clearly have a bias towards her and want to make her the main Avatar guide ig) without having to travel all the way to the shrine? Can they only talk in the one specific shrine or can we take a miniature set of Avatar action figures with us just in case we ever need advice? Also this lore abt the shrines and statues is flawed at best bc later on Kuruk shows up for Aang during the fight, while they're not present at the shrine. Either way, Kuruk was far from the go with the flow Avatar he was characterized as in the original. I know that we got some insight into Kuruk's story in the Kyoshi novels, and turns out it's a lot darker than expected, but Kuruk never let that change his character. He always remained chill, or at least kept up the facade, and i don't think OG Kuruk would be the type of man that is angry about how his life turned out. In this version, Kuruk is this scared, mean, bitter man who is really unsatisfied with his destiny, which he lashed out at Aang for. He seemed really angry at Aang to for no good reason. We're also not supposed to know this part about Kuruk's life yet. It's too much information and de waste time learning about his life story, the only reason we learn it in the first place is to explain the Special Spirit Killing Knife. Also the actor for Kuruk.... yikes bro. Idk which hallmark movie they pulled him from but he and his stupid polar bear hat looked like ass the whole time.

So there's this weird part about Kuruk having a Special Knife that is able to kill spirits. Idk if this is a thing from the Kyoshi novels that also made it into this show bc truth be told i haven't made it far into those novels yet at all, but it was strange to me. Somehow Zhao has this knife. We don't know how he ended up getting it (did the fire sage give it to him? I didn't see it but i might have missed it) and we pretend that this is the Only Thing that can kill spirits even when the spirits are mortal. Doesn't that negate the fact that the spirits are mortal, if they can only be killed by a Special Knife? Also there's this weird convoluted part about how the spirits actually live in the spirit world and only cross to the physical world once every ice moon to know what it feels like to be "mortal" and choose a different "mortal" form each time and this time they happened to be fish. But still, they can Only Be Killed By The Special Knife. Huh? What's the purpose of this added extra lore? I saw someone say the underlying point is that it shouldn't be this easy to kill spirits but.... that's the whole idea behind the Ocean and Moon spirits having permanent mortal forms? Them being mortal and choosing a form as insignificant as a fish, constantly circling each other to represent the precarious balance between Ocean and Moon, a balance that can be thrown off very easily. The whole point was that they're fragile so why add all this extra exposition for no reason? Why make the spirits harder to kill if in the end you're still just gonna have a guy stabbing a wet bag and not some rough spirit killing battle?

Zhao also just gets told by the fire sage that killing the moon is a thing he can do. I don't like what this changes about Zhao's character. Zhao is supposed to be this cunning man. He's scary, determined, strategically inclined, but alas overconfident and willing to go too far which ends up being his downfall. His ambition is what led him to do his own research by visiting a spirit library to find any weakness he could potentially exploit, and that's precisely what he found. In the original, Zhao always fought for his own career. His own accomplishments got him the tools to try and beat Zuko in the Avatar race. But in this version, Zhao just keeps getting handed things. He's a slippery snake that plays friends with Zuko and then tries to steal the glory from under his nose. He gets handed the archers, he gets handed the information on the moon spirit, he gets handed a war balloon (which completely ruins the surprise of the fire nation suddenly having air power at the invasion), and he gets helped by Azula of all people. It makes him look a bit chumpy in this story, and it really worsens his villain qualities.

On a completely other note, this LA seems to have a thing for making adults yell at a 12yr old Avatar for leaving the world behind, and it doesn't make any sense, because in this story Aang left on Appa for a joyride to clear his head. Aang didn't purposely leave. He had every intention of returning after an hour. Yet every adult in this show, even the past Avatars that know damn well Aang didn't flee from his responsibilities, yells at him bc he accidentally got encased in ice. And somehow this Aang gets made to feel worse about it than OG Aang even though he deserves it way less bc this Aang didn't actually run away! I don't like what this changes about Aang's character. In the OG, Aang has one fatal character flaw and that's avoiding responsibility. He runs away, and has problems with taking accountability for what his actions cost the world. He goofs around, plays games and likes to have fun to avoid having to face his destiny, all while carrying the guilt and blame for the century war. It's a huge part of Aang's character journey. The guilt he feels isn't misplaced bc Aang knows he ran off, and he knows that the world is in its current state because of his decision. In the end he takes responsibility by showing up to the fight with Ozai alone. In this LA, even though by all means Aang shouldn't feel responsible, he ends up taking responsibility right away. He goes to Kyoshi Island, not to goof around and ride giant koi, but because he knows he can talk to Kyoshi there. Kyoshi yells at him for leaving (again, why? She knows he didn't run away) and gives him a vision about the watertribe getting destroyed. Instead of panicking about it (like OG Aang did after finding out abt the comet) he just accepts that he needs to go and help. And while this Aang does get to have fun moments (i especially loved how in the first episode he sees playing watertribe children and immediately joins them, that was quintessential Aang), he just seems very down and serious a lot of the time. He's scared of people getting hurt and is very worried abt the safety of his friends to the point where he agrees with Pakku and tells Katara she shouldn't fight. It's not Aang at all bc OG Aang was rooting for Katara when she fought Pakku. To sum it up: i think the casting for Aang was perfect. A cute southeast asian skater kid that loves to have fun and genuinely just looked the part? Brilliant! I am genuinely not upset at Gordon's performance at all (although sometimes i wish he'd enunciate a bit better). But the writing messed up the character so much that i couldn't even feel the joy for having the perfect looking Aang. I will say Koifish Godzilla (Koizilla if you will) looked dope. What did confuse me abt the Koizilla scenes is that sometimes there was no music (which is a choice i often like bc it gives the scene extra gravitas) and then sometimes there was a majestic score playing in the back, like they couldn't choose how they were gonna execute it and just picked both. I know that's nitpicky but it bothered me nonetheless.

Speaking of Koizilla. Wtf was that thing they added about Aang "succumbing" to the ocean spirit and being "lost"? They didn't even explain it at all, but both Yue and Iroh talked about how Aang would be lost forever now. We don't get a why, we don't get a how. And "lost" is such a vague word for it too. Like would his spirit be lost and only his body remain? Would he be completely swallowed up by the ocean? Would he remain Koizilla, forever rampaging at the ice wall? They added this for extra tension i guess, but it doesn't really work when only minutes later Aang is able to return no problem bc Katara talked him out of it, so we don't even get to find out what "he'll be lost forever" means. Also: the scene with Katara talking Aang out of it was cute, but the execution was weird. Originally Katara gives this speech when Aang goes Avatar state at the southern airtemple. I like that they still kept Katara's speech to Aang bc it highlights their bond which is especially important for later on in the show, but I don't like how now Katara had to give this really heartfelt emotional speech to Aang in front of everyone else at the northern watertribe. It's supposed to be quite an intimate moment between her, Sokka and Aang as a new family, they're supposed to promise they won't let anyone harm him, which eventually calms him down. Here though Katara's just yelling these words at him in front of everyone and all the intimacy is gone. It also doesn't work as well bc we barely got any time of the gaang bonding. They spend episode 3-6 apart most of the time, so really they shouldn't feel this bond towards each other just yet. Because this LA removed a lot of the side adventures, we don't get the feeling that these kids have known each other for months.

Another thing they removed is Appa and Momo as characters. In the original they each get their own moments, we even got one whole episode with Appa as the main character (which won an award btw). Here though, Appa is solely used as a transportation animal and Momo... honestly i don't even remember what he does but i think it's mostly a small comedic bit? Also he hands the acorn to one of the characters. This is a bad change bc in these episodes Momo gets hurt so bad he nearly dies, and it has no emotional impact at all bc he's just an accessory in this story. I felt no emotional attachment to Momo and he just has no personality. I wonder how this choice is gonna play out when we get the kidnapped Appa story bc so far it's not looking good.

Anyway, for positives. I warmed up on Dallas's performance a lot, i wasn't that mad at Ian Ousley's performance and there were moments where he genuinely made me laugh. The cgi for the creatures was decent, but for the backgrounds it looked horrible. I liked that they showed how devastating the Seige of the North ended up being, with the unnamed kid and Hahn both dying. I liked the effect showing those two had on our main characters. I liked when Aang, Sokka and Katara all worked together taking out that one firenation ship. I liked the way they showed Sokka and Yue bonding. I really warmed up to the costumes as well, i still wish they dirtied it up a little to make them look less new.

There's probably some more positives but they're really minor compared to the negatives and also my brain is just done atp. I'm never gonna rewatch it for more analysis either bc i don't think i'll survive it lol. I might make another post abt my opinion on the show as a whole? Like an overall summary? Bc this shit is VERY long and i do apologize. If you made it this far, uhm. Thanks for caring abt my opinion so much that you sat down for like 10 minutes to read my angry yapping? I appreciate it.

Anyway bye

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strawberrybobamilk · 1 month

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Cut Here (Part 6)

TWs: Language, drugs, mentions of abuse

1988

Some months have passed ever since Trevor and Michael's first encounter and robbery. From that day on, they have engaged in various other crimes together, that ranged from small pickpocketing to selling weed to junkies that passed by under that bridge the duo first met, to bank robberies.

Michael was a planner, carefully studying his every move before acting. He explained Trevor he has already been in prison twice as a consequence for not thinking his moves through enough, and of course he wasn't gonna make the same mistakes.

Trevor on the other hand was a ticking bomb, just waiting, BEGGING, to go off and blow shit up. Sure he cared about getting money and getting the job done, but not as much as causing mayhem with no restriction whatsoever.

A weird mix, but it strangely worked. Surprisingly good too.

Part of Michael was terrified of Trevor's impulsive and reckless nature, yet another part of him found that man... interesting. "T" (so he called him) was good with weapons and plus had a grand physical strenght, but didn't even need to use those skills: his roars and screaming threats were enough to intimidate anyone. And while "M" was more laid back, T's behaviour encouraged him to let go and unleash his inner wild side. He was pretty sure T would have got them both killed at some point sooner or later... yet the thought was absolutely exhilarating.

As for T... it felt so right, to have finally found someone who didn't utterly hate him or ran away from him screaming in terror as soon as they saw him. Someone who made him feel alive, like "his life was worth living".

"Come on... piece of shit... WORK!" Michael was grumbling to himself while trying to make the TV work.

Trevor was lying down on their cabin's couch, amused by Michael's annoyance "All of this just for a movie?"

"Hey it's not 'just a movie', it's 'Albert The Gentleman Thief', one of David Richards' most memorable movies!" Michael explained "You might like it, if only I can manage to make... this... work... THERE!"

A peaceful violin music started playing along with the intro credits, as Michael excitedly sat besides Trevor on the couch.

Michael wasn't wrong: Trevor actually ended up somehow enjoying the movie, while Michael commented on how many times he already watched it and how classy and timeless black and white movies were back then.

Trevor fake coughed "NERD"

"Hey I'm just saying the truth" Michael chuckled.

They laughed together.

Trevor kept laughing, as his laughs then faded into a smile. He never felt happier in his life. He took his attention away from the movie, and looked at Michael. How his sky blue eyes were mesmerized at every detail of the movie. How excited he was to see the main character in the action scenes. How... Michael was a bright ray of sun in his deep gray stormy life.

"Everything alright T? Or you're gonna stare at me the whole time?"

Trevor got out of his trance state and looked at his knees, thinking of something to say "Uh, yeah... I was just thinking of..." he suddendly thought of their first encounter under the bridge "Why didn't you shoot me the first time we met? Even though you had the perfect chance?"

Michael's face darkened "Huh..." he then made a forced smile and pointed at the TV "Hey, this a nice scene there..."

"I asked you a goddamn question Townley..." Trevor gritted his teeth with a growl.

Michael was growing exhasperated "Because... just because, okay?!"

"THAT'S NOT A FUCKING ANSWER"

"OKAY! I'LL FUCKING TELL YOU OKAY?!" Michael yelled "I fucking spared your life because..." his voice lowered and he looked down "...when I saw you under that bridge, at rock bottom in your life, thinking that your life wasn't worth shit... I saw myself in you..."

Trevor's eyes filled with an emotion he rarely felt, compassion.

Michael breathed in "Yeah... you ready for me to tell ya about the story of my life Trevor?" the hazel eyed man nodded, and Michael began "So... I never knew my mother, my old man was a drunk son of a bitch who'd give me beatings on a daily basis and then abandoned me, and to top it off we lived in a dilapidated shitty house"

Trevor's eyes widened as Michael spoke. His own childhood memories resurfacing.

Michael's face suddendly filled with pride "But... there was something good after all. At school I was the jock. Quarterback for a football team. And at least there, everyone admired me. Hell, I even had a dream job back then: becoming a sports star! But then..." he frowned "...fuck me. It was all my fucking fault. I got expelled. Due to my anger issues" he let out a heavy sigh, as he felt Trevor's unusually empathetic eyes on him "...I felt... useless, you know? Fuck, the reason I started doing all this robbing and criminal shit was because... I wanted to become someone! To make something out of my fucking life! And it does feel good! But then, sometimes I feel even worse, because I start wondering what the fuck am I even doing with my life"

Michael's rant stopped as he focused on the movie for a moment, currently depicting the main character with his wife.

"O Albert, I love you so much, but isn't a life of crime too dangerous for you and our family? O what if I lose you?"

"Madeleine, I love being a gentleman thief, but for you I'd be ready to give up anything"

As he watched the two lovers sharing a romantic kiss on the TV screen, Michael let out a heavy sigh "I mean... I'm sick. I'm a sick and awful human being who does sick and awful stuff just so he doesn't feel like a failure. And who'd ever wanna marry a criminal like me? Guess I'll probably die alone"

Trevor finally spoke "You're not gonna die alone"

As Michael replied with a soft "mhm", Trevor, without even thinking about it, put his hand upon Michael's, much to the blue eyed man's shock.

Trevor took away his hand in embarrassment, opening and closing his mouth, not knowing what to say, and improvised with a "heh, North Yankton's pretty chilly ay? My balls are freezing!"

Michael didn't say anything, just looked at him with an unreadable expression, and got up. Trevor looked down in shame. Just as always, he had to fuck up everything. But suddendly, he felt a warmth enveloping him, and Michael sitting down besides him with a blanket covering them both.

"Better?" Michael asked.

After some seconds, Trevor nodded "Yes, definitely better"

"Agree" Michael smiled "I'm cold too..."

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