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devilishchaos · 9 months

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Wildin', on a boat on an island | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben go on vacation..again.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: manifesting this photos energy <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 5 871 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the shirtless brunette standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island.

“You are suggesting we don’t sleep together for the vacation..why?” you questioned, waiting for a decent explanation.

“Because..my parents room is literally 30 centimeters from ours.” he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease “AND I didn’t say that we can’t sleep in the same room! Just no funny business while in it..”

For more context, Rúben had asked you to accompany him on a little trip, on this beautiful boat on his family vacation. And has decided that now - an hour till you guys go on the boat - is the perfect time to let you know he didn’t want to have sex with you.

“It’s not like that has stopped you before?!?” you questioned him, with some suspicion still.

“Babe..in the house is different. It’s a big house. Practically no one can hear us.” he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer “Listen, I’m going to go upstairs to bring your luggage down and put it in the car, while you cool off a bit, yeah?”

You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had and considering it's impulsive, spontaneous Rúben we're talking about..it was indeed terrible.

"No." you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why.

Rúben looked actually taken aback by your answer, not being used to getting a ‘no’, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you'd said ‘no’ was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rúben to keep insisting.

“Come on, it'll only be three days out.” Rúben insisted, using the nicest voice he could “Out there in the nice sea, with perfect weather, with food, drinks and a nice AC system... yeah? Plus - the boat has a double jacuzzi! Yeah?” he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth.

“I-”

“Uh huh, exactly.”

“I can live without it!”

“Oh, come on Y/N..” Rúben sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding “I'll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I'll get it for you..after those three days. The only condition is - no sex on the boat."

That really got you thinking.

“I can’t believe you. You sound really confident in yourself right now! Why do you think it is going to be me that is going to initiate something with you first? But you’re lucky that I love João, Bernardete and Ivan and would love to spend time with them. Have a great day Mr. Dias.” and with that you went inside the house to get your luggage because you are an independent young lady, who is not going to let things play out like her boyfriend wants to.

In no time at all, the five of you were out. Rúben told you it would take a couple of hours to reach the perfect spot and if everything went well the fun on the boat could start in the early hours of the next day.

It didn't seem like a bad plan, so you saw no reason to complain, it seemed fair. And if it wasn't so many days together you could easily ignore him.

Rúben had kept his word about the ship's commodities, there were all kinds of snacks, drinks, and he had brought other kinds of substances. It was actually very comfortable and a part of you was glad you'd accepted to join them. But you still weren’t able to relax knowing your man didn’t wanna sleep with you.

To say you were pissed at him was an understatement, but you were at that point of anger where you didn't even bother to show it, you immediately resorted to ignoring Rúben, which was very hard to do considering the fact that he was walking basically naked around you, only wearing his stupid short shorts that you wanted to rip off of him so bad.

You had had your doubts about it at first, but now you were more than grateful that you had packed your swimsuits. Since you were giving Rúben the cold shoulder, you would have to find another way to entertain yourself; and being that you were in the sea and the weather is so nice, the most logical and comfortable thing to do would be to lie down on your towel, put on your sunglasses on and at least get a good tan out of it.

Rúben, on the other hand, was annoyed with himself. He knew it was among the possibilities that you would get mad at him and do just what you are doing now, which is ignoring him completely.

He hadn't seen you since last night, when you two had an argument during dinner about sleeping in separate rooms, which you insisted on. Since he didn’t wanna have sex with you - you didn’t want to tempt him..yet.

Rúben felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as soon as he saw you come out of the booth, in your red swimsuit, the one that accentuated every curve of your body. You'd worn it around him before, and the last time you did, he fucked you in the pool.

You seemed not to have seen him, or if you had, then you did a very good job of pretending he wasn't there. Once you knew you were within his range of view and he could see you perfectly well, you bent over to lay your towel on the floor of the boat, feeling the fabric of your bathing suit slide slightly over your butt. It wasn't much, but just enough.

Rúben’s jaw tightened so bad he feared his teeth would crack, to keep from letting out a groan at the sight, he closed his eyes shut and gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white; focusing on what Ivan was telling him, trying to get the image of you, bent over a few feet in front of him in nothing but your bathing suit, out of his mind.

Rúben knew you were doing it on purpose, you knew how much he liked that bathing suit on you. But today? Right now? You were playing very dirty games with his head.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your skin glowed under the sun, how well your swimsuit fit and the fact that you were doing this to provoke him, caused his shorts to feel too tight all of a sudden.

Rúben didn't even know what to do with himself, so he decided to go take a cold bath; he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of messing with his head like that.

He excused himself and exited the small cabin, leaving Ivan, and you lifted your head to see him walk away. Rúben looked a little uncomfortable and you noticed how he slightly tugged the front of his shorts as he walked.

"What, do I make you nervous, Rúbes?" you teased in a loud voice, causing him to turn around and flip you off. Without saying anything else, Rúben entered another door and slammed it shut.

And with that, a little victory smile appeared on your lips.

Eventually, tanning got boring. You looked down at your own body and lifted the edge of your swimsuit slightly, the tan lines were just the way you liked them, on point. Full of satisfaction, you gathered your things and decided to go back inside, maybe to take a bath and eat something.

You entered quietly, not wanting to attract anybody's attention. You walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Just as you grabbed the bathroom doorknob to open it - the door opened. Out of the bathroom came Rúben, with nothing but a towel tied around his hips. You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway at the sight, which you couldn't deny was very good. The towel was wrapped around Rúben’s hips so low that his prominent V-line was visible to a rather dangerous point, one you didn't want to let your eyes get to.

He was shirtless obviously, so you had a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms, some water droplets still rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen and getting lost under his towel.

His hair was still wet, framing his face perfectly. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and you realized, too late already, there was a little smile on his lips, prompted by the way you were eyefucking him.

“What, do I make you nervous, princesa?” Rúben questioned you, using the same condescending tone and smirk you had earlier, as he took a step closer to you.

You genuinely felt your knees weaken at his voice and the way he looked, but you were too proud to let him know that, so you simply shrugged.

“Come closer and maybe I'll tell you.” you teased with a low tone, letting your eyes travel down his body.

Rúben’s smirk only grew and you thought that finally you two were on the same page, thinking about the same thing, and more importantly, that it would happen. He took a confident step towards you, so this way he was towering over you, his chest barely inches away from yours, his lips basically hovering over yours.

You placed both hands on his body, letting them travel from his abs all the way to his chest, causing him to bite his lip at the feeling. Rúben leant down even more, his lips grazing with yours, breaths mixing and skin touching.

And then..

You pushed him out of the way and locked yourself in the bathroom. By doing that, provoking Rúben in that way and then putting a door between the two of you - you had started a silent game, in which you were provoking each other in an obvious way, waiting to see who is going to give in first. And you were determined it is not going to be you.

After hours of playing tease, any slight contact or brush from Rúben’s skin against yours had you biting your lip to silence a sound and any look you gave Rúben with your bedroom eyes had him on the verge of jumping your bones.

The staring game got a little too heavy for Rúben, so he stood up from the booth and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a cold bottle of water to refresh himself. You knew you couldn't let him get away with it, at least not without trying, so you stood up and walked to the kitchen as well, if he asked, then being dinner time would be a perfect excuse.

Rúben heard you walk into the kitchen, but paid no mind, deciding to focus solely on his water, placing a hand on the kitchen island and letting his head hang low. Funny enough, the drawer where pans are kept is right where Rúben is, by his left hand, and sure as hell you wouldn't ask anything from him. Which left you with only one choice.

You walked to where he stood, which he noticed as he turned his head sideways to look at you, and right when he took a step back, you found the perfect opportunity to slip right between him and the kitchen island, your body grinding on him, in all the right places.

The sound of Rúben’s breathing picking up gave you a sense of victory, as you remained in front of him and bent slightly to take out the pan you needed, only to walk away right when you felt him harden behind you and the ghost of his hand over your hip.

He really thought he had you. Again.

Your smile of victory didn't disappear, not even when the stove wouldn't turn on and you had to resort to chopping fruit and hoping that was enough to rid your hunger. Now is when Rúben found the perfect opportunity to tease you back, seeing as you were completely distracted while cutting fruit. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, making sure you couldn't hear him. You were completely clueless to his presence, even when he stood right behind you.

However, as soon as Rúben took another step closer, you did become aware of his presence. Very.

“Oh, don't mind me.” he mumbled in your ear.

“Rúben, what are you doing?” you asked, pretending to be completely unbothered, while the reality is that you're screaming on the inside. His chest was pressed to your back, one of his hands had found its way to your hips, and his breath tingled in your ear.

And right there was when he reached out to grab a glass, which was on the cabinet above your head. The reality is that he didn't have to stretch to reach the glass, it was just a matter of raising his arm. But where was the fun in that?

As he stretched, his body pressed even closer against yours, you could feel him hard against you, his breath now in your ear. And in an attempt to avoid his lips, you bent over, a move that only served in Rúben’s favor, causing you to bite your lip in an attempt to silence the moan that would come from your lips.

You both were thinking the same thing. Of just how easy it would be for him to take you right there and then.

But you wouldn't give up just yet, no sir, you still had one ace up your sleeve. Which is why you picked up your fruit tray and slid out from the right space between the bar and Rúben’s body.

Normally, you wouldn't care if Rúben decided to just watch you eat instead of eating something himself, but right now it had you on edge.

You and his mother were sitting on the couch in the booth, while Rúben and Ivan were sitting opposite of you, their dad fishing on the other end of the boat. Rúben was sitting on the seat in front of you, his legs spread slightly, his hands on his thighs and his eyes fixed on you. He was basically manspreading, occasionally lifting his hips from the chair to ‘get comfortable’, but you weren't stupid.

“Are you done flexing your muscles?” you asked him boredly, raising an eyebrow at him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed again as you stood up, his eyes followed your hand closely, especially when you drove your fingers to your lips and sucked the remaining fruit juice off them. The sight almost made him roll his eyes, but not in annoyance.

“I'm going to the jacuzzi.” you announced, letting your eyes travel over him. “You continue doing that.”

Even though it had not been an open or direct invitation, you knew Rúben had understood the innuendo.

You hurried to the jacuzzi, taking off your clothes as the water heated up, you poured the bubble soap while letting your hair down, knowing that Rúben wouldn't be long in coming, although he wasn't hot on your heels to disguise how desperate he was, you knew he was coming for you.

As you stared at the steaming, bubbly water, a wicked idea found its way to your mind.

Meanwhile, Rúben paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, especially when he stopped and had that urge to open the bathroom door where he knew you were.

You're just a door away and what's holding him back is his pride. Knowing that if he opens that door, he's admitting his need for you. Proving that chasing after you is more important than his pride.

He cursed himself for what felt the longest time before giving in and opening the bathroom door. The first thing he saw was steam. Lots of it. It made him squint his eyes while they trailed over the place in search of you.

His eyes fell on the jacuzzi, it was filled with small bubbles, the room smelt like you, white musk scent surrounding you. And there you were, your back pressed against the side of the jacuzzi, arms spread over the edge, the bubbly water covering your body, stopping right below your collarbones, just atop of your chest.

His mind automatically went places, but Rúben kept his thoughts at bay as he took off his shirt without a word. You did nothing but stare at him, your eyes following his every move, from the way he gripped the edge of his shirt, to the way he slid it off his body and his torso came into view.

Rafe took a step closer, but he felt something soft under his foot, so he looked down. And what did he find?

Your swimsuit.

At first he didn't process entirely what it meant, but then his eyes widened.

You were naked.

In the jacuzzi that's just a couple of steps away from him.

And he was just..standing there like an idiot? Rúben was embarrassed of himself.

A soft giggle escaped your lips when you noticed how flustered Rúben suddenly got, he actually struggled while taking off his shorts and if you hadn't been so amused by the view, you would have offered to help.

Eventually he stopped fumbling with its ties and right when he pulled it down his hips, you looked away. Your tongue glided over your teeth as you felt the temptation to look, but you were stronger than that.

“Enjoying the jacuzzi you said you could live without?” Rúben asked in a calm tone as he got in it, sitting by your right side.

“Very much.” you assured, running your hand through the water, moving the bubbles slightly, you really had no intention other than to distract yourself from how nervous you were, still, Rúben tried to see through the bubbles.

He couldn't handle himself anymore, he had denied himself of you for so long that he wanted you now. Told himself he was crazy. But now that he has you in front of him - he will do anything to have you.

And an idea popped up in his mind. He knew this would be pathetic, lame even, but it would work.

As you both did nothing but enjoy the hot tub and tried to ignore each other's bodies, Rúben discreetly slid his hand to the side control panel of the hot tub. Although he would never admit it, he spends so much time in the hot tub that he learned the controls by heart. So he knew exactly which buttons to push to disable two of the hot tub jets, the ones on your side, for that matter.

Your state of relaxation was interrupted as soon as you stopped feeling the hot water flowing on your side of the jacuzzi, the vibrations had stopped and you no longer felt the soft massages on your skin.

You raised your head and opened your eyes, noticing that indeed, the water stopped on your side. “What the..”

“What's wrong?” Rúben asked, his eyes closed as he did his best to hide a little smirk.

“The water just..stopped?” you replied in confusion, not understanding why he was so calm.

“Oh, that's bad. My side is just fine.” he replied simply, opening his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at his disinterested tone. You couldn't believe that you had actually gone out of your way to plan all this and he couldn't even stop getting on your nerves for a second.

Utterly done with his bullshit, you slowly moved to the little steps that led out of the hot tub, the last thing you wanted was to slip and embarrass yourself.

However, before you could even reach them, you felt long fingers wrapping around your wrist, his skin was soft and warm due to the hot bubbly water. You turned to look at him, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his.

“Come closer.” his voice was calm, his fingers softly tugged your wrist; as if wanting to pull you closer but not quite to make you uncomfortable.

You complied to his request and walked slowly to where he sat, the bubbles doing all the work and covering your body from his. You kept getting closer, Rúben slowly opened his legs, so you could stand between them.

The feeling of the skin of his thighs against yours was your cue to stop, knowing that if you took one step closer, you'd feel him against you.

His eyes bore on yours. The hazel color of his eyes was darkened by the lust running through his body, his pupils were dilated, his lips plump and red. He was one hell of a handsome man.

Your faces were inches away from each other, but neither of you would yield to the temptation.

You bit your lip slightly as soon as you felt Rúben’s large hands resting on your hips, the grip was firm, showing he wasn't hesitating.

Testing the waters, you took a step closer and he let you, the grip on your hips becoming firmer and more secure, you could even say you felt him pulling you into his body slightly.

Keeping eye contact, Rúben’s hand began to slide lightly, brushing your hip with his fingertips. His hand moved down to your thigh, where he caressed your thigh with his fingertips, drawing imaginary circles, which moved closer and closer to the center of your legs.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, you felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. And you wanted him now. But you also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after all you were as stubborn as he claimed you were.

You motioned to move your leg, and immediately, Rúben took a hold of your thigh, stopping you. A smirk appeared on your lips. Without saying anything, you yielded to his touch and moved even closer, putting your leg over his thigh and quickly bringing the other leg up as well, straddling him.

The direct contact of your skin with Rúben’s, your core brushing against his dick..made him let out an agitated sigh right in your ear.

And you would have teased him about it, but the truth is that the contact of his hard dick against your body almost made you moan. He was right under you, all it took was for you to raise slightly and for him to align himself.

Ignoring how much you wanted to grind on him, you put your arms around his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process, moving even closer, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy the warm water a while longer before the inevitable happened.

Rúben’s arms wrapped around your body, your breasts pressed against his chest, your pussy brushing just the right places on his dick. If this is the game you wanted to play, then Rúben would be just as good at it.

He lifted his hips slightly and at that you couldn't help but let out a gasp, which you prayed he hadn't heard, but he did and it only fed his ego.

As his fingertips caressed your spine, Rúben moved your hair from your shoulders to get better access and brought his lips to your neck. He started with innocent kisses, little brushes of his lips against your skin, while his fingertips caressed your skin.

However, he was determined to break you. He brought his lips to the small spot below your ear, where he sucked, receiving an audible moan from you. One of his hands had slid down your back until it ended at your left asscheek, which he squeezed and used to push your body against his, causing you to grind on him.

“Fuck..” you mumbled, throwing your head back out of mere instinct.

He had so many dirty comments to make, but he decided to concentrate on you. Since you had thrown your head back, he had more access to your neck. He brought his lips to your skin again, starting to leave little bites and kisses all over, while one of his hands traveled to your breasts, his fingers taking one of your nipples and giving it a twist.

At this you squirmed slightly on top of him, your hips moving against his, rubbing his dick in such a perfect way that it made him growl against your skin.

“You like that, meu amor?” he murmured against your skin, voice husky “Want me to do it again?”

“Yes.” you mumbled breathlessly.

His fingers moved deftly between your legs, as you grasped his jaw and moved his head to the side, so that you could have access to his neck and an efficient way to quiet the sounds he would elicit from you.

His index finger slipped between your folds, while his thumb searched for your clit until he found it, and began to give circular notions. You accidentally left a little bite on his neck, which was welcomed by Rúben , as he started to speed up his thumb and slid his middle finger inside you.

“Rúbenn..” you murmured, your walls automatically tightening around his finger.

“Does this feel good, princesa?” he murmured in your ear as his thumb accelerated his movements, he slid his ring finger in as well, your walls clenching at his voice "Oh it does, you're already clenching around my fingers."

Now he had two fingers inside you, which he began to move in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot instantly, the one he had found in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, fuuuck, Rúb-”

He could feel you, how your walls clenched around his fingers so tightly it was hard for him to move them, your kisses on his neck had become sloppy and wet and your eyes were closed. Just when you felt you would reach the tip of ecstasy, Rúben pulled his fingers out of you.

You were about to yell at him, but he spoke first, taking your jaw with one of his hands, fixing his eyes on yours.

“I want to make you cum on my dick, yeah?”

And you swore you could've come right there. Just by his words.

“Yeah?” he questioned again, making you realize it had been more of a way to get your permission.

“Yeah.” you nodded your head eagerly and that was all he needed.

Rúben wrapped his arms around you and stood up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, biting your lip in anticipation for what was about to come.

Rúben knew the boat like the back of his hand, so in a matter of no time, both of you were in his room. Rúben placed you down on his bed, not caring in the least that you were wetting it.

He was soon close to you again, his lips on your skin. Your breathing started to become erratic, unable to control yourself in the face of the new sensations. His kisses traveled all over your neck, part of your shoulders and even on your jaw.

Without a word, Rúben grabbed you with moderate force by the jaw and caught your lips with his immediately. You lost yourself in the kiss completely, the sensation of his lips against yours stoking the fire within you even more.

Unable to stay still and wanting to discover your whole body, Rúben began to leave kisses and little bites on your neck. You tried to grab his face to bring him back to your lips, but as soon as you tried, he pulled away from you, took your wrists and put them against the bed, his face was above yours, the room was barely being illuminated by the light that was filtering through the blinds, so you couldn't see much, only the shadow of his features.

“You want me?” he asked over your lips, his voice hoarser than usual and his breathing was rapid.

“I want you. So bad.”

You saw the shadow of a victorious smile on his lips and felt them against yours again, he put both hands holding your wrists above your head, and held both of your wrists with one hand, freeing his other one.

His kisses began to descend again, with a slowness that clearly had the sole purpose of driving you crazy. You lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel some more of him, while Rúben took advantage of this and positioned himself between your legs with ease.

He stopped kissing you momentarily, you could feel his breath on your skin and without warning, he returned his hand in between your thighs and now pushed three fingers inside you, while his thumb returned to your clit, you inevitably ended up letting out a moan, as his fingers had hit the right spot again. Having located the spot already, he began to move his fingers faster and deeper, curving them from time to time, accelerating the speed of his thumb as well.

His lips went lower and lower, until his head was between your thighs and your hand was lost in his hair. His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out an erotic moan that you were ashamed of, because of how loud it had been.

His hand kept up that incredible rhythm, but what made you almost climax was the feeling after he sucked on your clit and bit down lightly.

“Rú- Rúben..I'm gonna-”

That was all he needed to know to remove his hand, he would keep up with his word. As soon as he moved his hand away from your pussy, you immediately felt the emptiness, but you were too busy getting back to normal to complain.

Rúben brought his fingers covered with your wetness to his lips and licked them clean, the sight of that, combined with the ‘mmm’ that he let out, was mouth watering.

Rúben pulled you closer to him, so that your legs were over his thighs, he placed his hands on the sides of your head. His dick rubbed against your entrance, which brought gasps to both of your lips.

He leaned over you and you could hear his breathing fast and heavy in your ear, it was almost like he was waiting for something.

“What's wrong?” you asked. “Are you doubt- ”

You didn't get to finish saying the sentence, because he entered you with a quick movement of his hips, making you moan immediately, it took a few seconds to get used to the sensation of having him inside you. It always did. No matter how many times you've slept together, he is just so big.

He stayed still for a few seconds, letting out hoarse mumbles of how good you felt, directly into your ear. Once you felt comfortable, you tightened your walls around him, which made him let out a grunt and start moving his hips against yours.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled his face to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss, as his hips moved incessantly, one of your hands tangled in his hair and as if on reflex, he put a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, something that made you moan into his lips.

“How could you do this to me? All that teasing..I’m not made from steel..” he whispered in your ear.

“Rúben, oh my God..”

“I love you so much.”

His words and the movement of his hips made your eyes roll “Don't stop, babe..please.”

He pulled his face away from yours and placed his weight on the arm he had placed at the side of your head, speeding up his movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen things.

You noticed that he started to slow down, but his movements still had depth. You knew he was doing it so he wouldn't tire quickly, but maybe you could help. You used a considerable amount of strength to be able to turn you both around, ending up on top of him, while he looked at you with his lower lip between his teeth.

Just to tease him further, you slipped his dick out of you and moved away, your body hovering over his thighs. He sat down on the bed, waiting for you to do something, but you only smirked at him.

Rúben sat there while stroking himself and being done with your attitude, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him, starting to fill your breasts with wet kisses and hickeys, biting your nipples from time to time, while you put your legs around him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him, again.

You knew you wouldn’t last too long, anyway.

“Stop teasing me, princesa.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He used the grip he had on your hips and pulled you down, entering you again, a hoarse moan came from his lips. You pushed him down by the chest so he’d lay down and began to move on top of him, in circles and up and down while his hands were on your hips and yours on his chest.

You knew those moves were only satisfying you, as you moved as you needed to, and Rúben was quick to notice that. The grip he had on your hips began to tighten, a sign that he was getting desperate. Until he finally sat down in a rush, and began to move you at the pace he wanted, as the hand he kept on your hip guaranteed him control.

“You're so stubborn, you know that?” he emphasized every word with a hip thrust.

“Fuck, fu- fuck, Rú- Rúb-..” you weren't even able to say his name, or speak at all.

You placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his neck, starting to move faster. He left sloppy kisses on your chest and you scratched his back, sometimes even left bites on his shoulder to stifle moans, especially when he murmured things in your ear, along the lines of ‘you're mine’, ‘this pussy feels so good’, ect.

It didn't take long before you two began to lose rhythm, his movements were erratic and your speed had slowed. Until he finally came inside you, seeing the way his eyes closed tightly, as heavy breaths came from between his pink lips along with the “Fuck, Y/N, you feel like heaven..” he mumbled, was what made you climax too.

While you both came down from your highs, there was nothing but silence, Rúben was still inside you and remained like that, after he turned you over, collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his body, both of you falling asleep without another word.

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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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maybe it’s in the name * fem!driver

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“oh, hold the front door,” she holds the phone up to her head, walking towards logan from her bedroom, who’s sitting on the couch with stubby in his lap.

logan pauses the show he’d put on the tv and watches carefully as she approaches him, hunched over with a wide smile on her face. he slowly inches away as she slowly gets closer with a hand held out, totally weirded out by her behaviour.

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“what is going on?” logan whispers, waving a hand to her face to get her attention. “is that blythe on the phone with you?”

she nods, stepping away from the couch again. “oh, that must just be in our blood, then! that’s amazing, blythe! yes!” she hops on the spot, clapping her hands. “yes, i will see you for dinner tonight. my treat.”

she finally puts the phone down, whirling to logan with the giddiest grin on her face. “you’ll never believe what blythe just called to tell me.”

logan shrugs. “what is it? isn’t it roster mania for her too? any updates?”

“she got picked up by a team partnered with riot,” she says, trying to contain her excitement. “she’s the first woman in the partnership league! she’s playing with the big boys! in 2024 for the new season, but you get what i mean.”

“oh, my god! that’s amazing!” logan jumps up, meeting her in the middle of their living room. “that’s crazy! that’s… actually very cool. and coincidental. did you guys plan this?”

“it is, right? now we’ve just got to get ciara to be the first woman in something of a man’s sport so we can complete the holy trinity,” she thinks out loud, a fingertip tapping her lips in curiousity. “what do you reckon that could be?”

“hey, ciara’s doing fine on her own,” logan waves her off. “but, oh my god! blythe! that’s amazing!”

her palm lands on his shoulder firmly. she pushes him towards his room. “come on! go take a shower and get dressed! we’re taking blythe out to dinner! i’m going to call oscar and lily to join us!”

“we need to get her something! we can’t show up empty handed on a super important day for her,” logan scoffs. “i’ve got an idea.”

“logan, we’re not getting the girl a new car just because she landed the gig in a top esports team.”

“she’s been asking for a car since she was 16!”

“no.”

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rayshippouuchiha · 5 months

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I remembered your idea about Grimmjow mentoring Izuku and I have world building/background.

Grimm got to the bnha universe because some idiots were trying to summon a demon to kill some heroes and since there aren't any in universe the magic spell outsourced. The idiots did not survive their stupidity. Grimm is really annoying because he's pretty sure it's going to take at least a year to get home.

Finding and starting to teach Izuku delayed his plans, but not by too much. Grim figures he'll just wait for the kid to die and bring Izuku's soul back with him. Classic Arrancar adoption tactics.

Inko is a little uncomfortable with a demon adopting her son with a plan of making him another demon, but honestly Izuku's just so happy these days that she's cool with it. She does the paperwork to make Grim a distant relative.

People in the bnha universe don't really have reiatsu but they still have souls. Grim just has to teach izuku to reform his soul so it's bleach style instead. He's pretty sure that any of the many mad scientists he knows would tell him it's impossible, but izuka did it anyways so there.

For paperwork they claim that it's a family inherited work that is super finicky and requires a lot of control and often doesn't activate without life or death danger or knowing how to activate it beforehand. Which it is true, using reiatsu for stuff more complicated than "be stronger and hardier," let alone kidou, takes decades of learning. Even if hollow style kidou is easier to learn, it's not by that much. Grim mostly focuses Izuku on learning the basics of combat and maybe sonido.

Izuku ends up good at kicking people in the face like canon, but he also has throwing knives and a tanto to complete the danger gremlin evolution.

He kicks Bakugou in the face and breaks his nose. Their relationship isn't great but it's not as awful as in cannon.

Grimmjow is setting up connections with the villain community one day when he hears about some mysterious, powerful fucker called All For One. He hasn't eaten in a while, and that seems like someone no one will miss so he eats out for the day. The villain underground immediately falls into chaos but that isn't his problem.

Coincidentally, Inko's deadbeat husband finally stopped sending money. (Whether he's AfO or just some asshole who died in the chaos is up to you.) She shrugs and moves on. She saved and invested most money he gave them anyways.

Grim ends up running a dojo. First he just needs space to teach Izuku but I firmly believe that despite his general misanthropic tendencies he actually likes kids, so the whole thing balloons pretty fast. He ends up with this weird teenager who calls himself Dabi as an assistant, since the kid already knew how to fight pretty well.

With an actual support system Dabi ends up significantly less burned and significantly more sane. He works as a vigilante, killing marital and child abusers. He's really uncertain about what to do about Endeavor, because he wants to kill him but the man also scares the shit out of him, and he doesn't want to free his siblings just to put them in the spotlight. Grimmjow is less than zero help, but Inko gives him a big hug and helps him start to set up a legal case if that's what he decides to do. He's like Izuku's weird, obnoxious older cousin.

Speaking of the lov, Kurogiri got out and took Shigaraki with him when AfO died. They end up picking up the rest of the league overtime. All the kids try to convince Kurogiri to reach back out to his friends from when he was Oboro. They might or might not be vigilantes.

What are you talking about, this isn't a fix it fic.

The UA staff are deeply baffled when they meet Izuku's guardians: the sweetest little lady you ever did meet and what Aizawa is pretty sure is an actual, literal demon from hell. In hindsight, though, it makes sense.

Thank you for the idea! Sorry for shoving this thing in your inbox.

Never apologize because this is fantastic.

#RayRambles #BnHA #MHA #Bleach

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total-drama-brainrot · 1 month

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How firmly do you believe in Noah's ability to copy voices?

I have seen people make him be able to copy other contestants voices and mimicking them to a point it feels uncanny to the other contestants.

My point? P! Noah would definitely use that to his advantage. I just think that was a cool concept so here. :)

Anon I need you to understand that I've already used that exact concept in one of my fics. Like, it was an integral part of the first chapter of said fic. (And one that I regret not using more, since it's such a fun concept to play with. My drafts are full of different scenarios using this exact premise.)

I believe whole-heartedly in giving Noah weird party trick abilities and other "obscure" talents like vocal mimicry - but only when he uses them in the most unhelpful ways possible.

Mostly because he's kind of lacking when it comes to his viability as a contestant in the show; most of his competitors are either physically gifted to make up for their mental/emotional shortcomings (i.e. Eva, Izzy, Courtney, Sierra, ect.), intentionally or unintentionally adept at playing the social aspect of the game (Alejandro, Justin kind of, Owen, Lindsay, ect), or have some sort of character gimmick that benefits them in the competition (Harold's... Harold-ness, Izzy's wildcard energy). Noah doesn't have that. It's actually kind of impressive just how useless Noah is in terms of the competition, since he's supposed to be one of the smartest characters in the show but his slothful nature prevents him from actually utilizing this.

My answer? Have Noah use that big brain of his to develop and cultivate weird talents that end up being somewhat useful. Like the ability to mimic voices. And his canonical hacking abilities that he never uses in the main series.

In terms of p!Noah, I'm actually on the fence on giving him the same ability. Mostly because he's already got both canon Noah's smarts and the physical prowess to make him a competitive threat, even if he still maintains the same apathy towards the competition itself. He isn't really focused on winning the competition itself, but his innate skillset makes him a pretty big threat regardless, especially if he ever decides to shift his focus from self entertainment to trying to win. Giving him extra abilities on top of his established skillset just seems like overkill.

But. One of the core aspects of p!Noah's character is his prankster-type nature, which is mostly a result of him trying to stave off his perpetual boredom by pulling pranks and jokes on his competitors. In very much the same vein that canon Noah throws jabs and barbed comments at his castmates, p!Noah instead plots and schemes different ways to make them suffer for his entertainment (whilst also throwing out jabs an barbed comments). It wouldn't exactly be out of character for him to commit himself to learning how to copy voices just for the sake of tormenting people.

Especially if he's using said talent before the "reveal".

Could you imagine the kind of shit p!Noah could stir just by using someone else's voice? He's got the same unnoteworthy background character benefits as canon Noah for the first season- barring Izzy's immediate attention as a fellow person of flimsy sanity- so he'd be able to blend seamlessly into the background and gather information on the more vocal campers, stuff he'd easily be able to twist and recontextualise in the earshot of others; for his own benefit, sure, but p!Noah wouldn't care about using this for his own standing in the game so much as his own amusement.

It'd be more in character for him to use Gwen's voice to make an off-handed comment about how he thinks guys who play guitar are "trying too hard" or something, coincidentally when Trent himself is near enough to overhear, just to watch their will-they-won't-they song and dance crumble under the strain of Trent's insecurity. (Which could either help or hinder Heather's later stunt, which takes advantage of that same insecurity.)

There's a nearly endless well of opportunity when it comes to fucking around with vocal mimicry and p!Noah would cherish that fact.

Or maybe he'd wait for Heather and Leshawna to get into another argument during one of the Gopher's challenges, more specifically for them to end an argument and walk away from each other in a huff, only to chime in with Heather's voice,

"Ugh, what a bitch."

Just loud enough for the two of them to hear and consequently react to; Leshawna, of course, with reignited outrage and Heather with gobsmacked confusion. Leshawna would immediately confront Heather about the comment, and only get more mad when Heather denies saying it- despite it being in her voice. Meanwhile, Noah watches the two of them taunt each other into a bigger confrontation with the added benefit of the rest of their team scrambling to diffuse the situation (and get back on task for whatever challenge they're supposed to be doing).

#really tempted to give him this ability jut for the hijinks #total drama #td noah #psycho!noah au #others' ideas #silly ideas #replies #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

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★ pairings: suguru geto x satoru gojo, satosugu

★ synopsis: Suguru Geto struggles with letting people in after leaving a three-year-long abusive relationship. Enter Satoru Gojo, the boy who doesn't seem to take no for an answer.

★ c.w.: slow burn, mutual pining, explicit sexual content, dub con elements, implied/referenced rape/non-con, mahito is a real abusive asshole, past relationship(s), past abuse, recovery, hurt, comfort, vent fic, based on my shitty ex, my therapist told me it'd be a good idea idk, im a good writer I swear, brought to u by the bch who wrote best friend's brother!choso, sexual tension, new love, fluff, angst, smutt, graphic, psychological trauma, theres a happy ending in here I swear, angst with a happy ending, psychological trauma, PTSD, idiots in love, sexy smut I swear.

★ a/n: NGL I kinda hate how this turned out. but! it had to be done! I had to get it out of the way. the way I think this is gonna work is past flashbacks first, present time next. it's gonna prob alternative between the two for a while. comment your thoughts! let me hear u! feel free to slander mahito... he plays the shitty ex.

★ w.c.; 3.4k

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PROLOGUE

2019. MONTH UNKNOWN.

I WAS ONLY 12 YEARS OLD the first time I tried to kill myself. In retrospect, I can’t possibly imagine what could have been so important to little me that he firmly believed he would rather die than live without it. I wish I could say that I had a difficult life. That simply was not the case. I grew up with two loving parents and a kind brother, in a small town where every friend I’d ever had was within a mile of me at any given point in time. We weren’t rich, but we most certainly weren’t poor. I had everything a child could ask for and so much more.

Again, I wish that I could say I had a difficult life, but that simply was not the case.

It’s just that I’ve had these… thoughts for as long as I can remember. An unfortunate ailment, if you will. No matter what I did, there always seemed to be something missing. Something I felt I would spend my whole life searching for – or at least trying to supplement.

At 12 years old, I planned my first attempt.

It didn’t work.

So, now, faced with the unbearable burden of deciding what I was going to do for the rest of my life, I chose to pursue a childhood dream of mine. I wanted to go to school to become a doctor. I didn’t know what kind, per se, but I knew that I wanted to heal.

Maybe I thought, I don’t know… that if I healed enough people, I may have been rid of the ailment – healed, myself.

So I left my small town, enrolling in an academy 30 minutes away from the house. I got into their Healthcare program. Again, what more could a kid want?

Yet the void inside of me only grew larger, more ravenous. I lost touch with all of my small town friends – one by one. I had no one.

But I was pursuing my passion, right? Why wasn’t it enough?

It was in that godforsaken academy that I met him.

“Pick a card,” he asked me. His grey eyes were so sharp, even then. “Any card.”

I glanced down at the fanned-out deck in his pale hand, eyes crawling over the many different suits and shapes before eventually settling on an ace. I pulled the card out.

Ace of spades. I tried to memorize it. I also, coincidentally, tried my best to ignore the incessant thrum of my racing heartbeat against my veins, my arteries, my chest. He was sitting so close to me.

It was just the two of us in the hallway. Just me and him and the infinite space between us, the small gap between my right shoulder and his left.

I handed it back to him. “What are you doing?” I asked.

He slipped the card back into the deck without looking. He shuffled it once, twice, three times. Made a bridge with his hands and let the cards fall back into place. I watched with a remarkable sense of interest.

“Is this your card?” He tucked a stray blue hair behind his ear, producing a card.

I furrowed my brows, about to say something, when I noticed something off about the card. It was different. Where there once was a large blue spade, there now was a small, torn piece of lined paper taped to the surface. The gray lettering on the handwritten note read,

WILL U GO OUT W/ ME?

My eyes went as wide as saucers. My mouth lolled open, lips shaped around his cursed name, “Mahito, I…”

I thought of my parents. I thought of my religious father. What would he say? What would he say if he found out his 14-year-old son was a homosexual?

I thought of my parents, and I bit my lip, “I don’t know if I can… I don’t know. What if my dad finds out?”

Mahito tucked the deck of cards neatly into the pocket of his black cargo pants. His hoodie was rolled up to his elbows, revealing intricate stick-and-poke linework over his forearms. He shrugged, humming, “Who says he has to?”

The tardy bell rang. We were late for first period.

My mouth opened by itself again. At fourteen, I wasn’t so sure I was ready to lie to my father about something so serious. Not yet.

Seemingly sensing my hesitance, Mahito laid a hand on my stiff shoulder. “Hey,” he muttered softly. “Think about it. Give me your answer after school, yeah? We’ll meet here at 3:30.”

And then he slipped away with a quiet, ‘See ya’.

Without confirmation.

In his absence, I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

2019 February.

Mahito ran away from home two weeks into our relationship. Ran away without so much as a notice or a warning. Ran away and left me there to assume the worst. He didn’t live in the best area. Perhaps he was staying with a friend? If not, was he dead in a ditch somewhere?

There was no way to tell.

He could have at least told me, I had thought. Then again, would I have tried to stop him? Undoubtedly.

They issued a missing persons alert the day after he didn’t show up. I remember seeing the poster all over my social media, all over the streetlights and posts.

It didn’t seem real. Even as I held the missing poster in my trembling hand, I remember feeling numb. I remember feeling as if this were all some sort of cruel prank, that he would be back just in time for our after-school walk with a smile on his face.

But there he was, smiling up at me from the page in my hand.

MISSING PERSON: MAHITO

Height: 5’8

Weight: 150

Eye color: gray

Hair color: blue

Remarkable features: tattoos on arms

Last seen: February 14th.

I crumpled the piece of paper up, tossing it across my messy bedroom with a sigh. I hadn’t slept last night, and I wouldn’t have slept tonight either.

I sunk into myself, curled into a ball on my twin-sized mattress – the same one I’d had for as long as I could remember – and cried. I was utterly inconsolable. I cried until my voice was hoarse, until there were no more tears left to cry.

Until my phone buzzed.

I assumed it was another homework notification. I didn’t check. What did it matter? In my eyes, my world had stopped spinning. It had stopped the moment he ran away.

But it buzzed again, and again.

It was then that I realized I was getting a call. Begrudgingly, I picked my phone up off of the bed. I turned it over. The screen was lit up with the words ‘NO CALLER ID’.

I wanted to hang up. Desperately. Wanted to save myself a shred of peace and dignity and move on with my night – in hindsight, I probably should have just hung up when I had the chance. But, no, I felt something in my gut call out to me.

Against my better judgment, I answered, “Hello?”

The line crackled. “Suguru?”

Suguru.

My heart leapt up into my throat. With wide eyes, I answered again, “Who’s this?”

“Suguru, it’s me, Mahito,” He sighed with relief, like he hadn’t expected me to pick up. Truth be told, I hadn’t expected it either. “I’m sorry I couldn’t call you sooner, my love. I’m calling you from a phone booth right now.”

My love. The nickname sounded like honey coming from his lips, but I knew it was laced with venom. Still, as would seem to be the trend, I was weak for it.

My eyes began to water again, somehow. “Where are you?”

I knew better than to call him ‘baby’. Not when my father was sleeping in the room next to mine.

“I can’t tell you that right now,” He answered. Of course, he couldn’t. There always seemed to be something he was hiding from me. I didn’t see it that way back then. “Look, I don’t have much time to talk, I–”

“I’ve been worried sick about you, Mahi,” I spoke again. I felt numb. So numb. “Please, just–”

“I stole ten grand from my mom,” He cut me off. “I’m running away from home. The abuse, it’s just– I can’t. I can’t, anymore.”

His mother was a real piece of shit. I knew that. She never wanted Mahito, not as a single mother. So she tried multiple times to be rid of him – beating him senseless with hangers and wires and even going so far as to attempt to poison him on his birthday.

Still, ten grand was a lot of money.

Stolen.

“I’m on the run from the cops, I– I think they’re trying to find me,” He panted into the microphone. “You can’t tell anyone, okay? You gotta lie for me.”

I felt sick. Sick to my fucking stomach.

“I’m sorry, I…” I trailed off, holding back vomit. “Hold on.”

I ran to the bathroom and promptly emptied the contents of my stomach into the sink. I had just eaten mac and cheese an hour or so ago, and the vomit was tinted yellow. I could still see a few noodles here and there, only partially digested.

It made me want to hurl again.

“You okay?” he asked me.

“Am I– No, I’m not fucking okay, Mahito! First, you run away without–” I had to swallow bile a second time. I felt it burn as it slid back down my throat. “You could have fucking warned me , or something, and now you’re calling me at eleven at night to tell me you’re fleeing the fucking cops?”

He paused. “I know,” he said. “I know, I’m sorry. You know I love you.”

And immediately, like some sort of magic trick, I felt my exterior soften. I didn’t even care that we were only a few weeks into our relationship. He was my first. It was like he knew the effect he had on me.

“Suguru,” he said again. “I love you.”

His words were like honey. I took a spoonful.

“I love you, too,” I sighed into the receiver.

“You’ll keep quiet about this for me, right?”

I was weak for him, as always.

“Okay,” I said.

I found myself sitting at my desk in the middle of the day, struggling to concentrate on the lesson. The classmates at my table – more like a group of desks placed together – were talking about the missing boy.

My missing boy.

They were talking to me, actually, but I had long since tuned them out. It was all a blur for me – a blur of faces and voices and words I didn’t want to hear.

“He’s a freak,” The boy across from me, Choso Kamo, remarked. “If I were you, I’d break things off before it’s too late.”

Choso’s critical words sent a sharp pang right through my rotten heart.

“Exactly,” My friend, Shoko, chimed in. She was a pretty thing, about a few inches shorter than me with brown hair up to her chin. She always looked so tired . I wonder if she recognized that I felt the same. “He’s got some serious issues. Guys like that rarely make for healthy relationships.”

Choso leaned in, leaned over the desk to offer more of his thoughts, “You can’t just ignore the fact that more people are catchin’ on, either. What if your dad finds out? You know he thinks that… kind of stuff is wrong.”

Choso was Shoko’s friend. He wasn’t homophobic. A little misguided, but he had the spirit. Hell if he weren’t a raging heterosexual, I might have even gone for him instead. He had that look I liked – sleepy, downturned, dark eyes framed by messy bangs. He never wore colors. He was content to make a statement in black. Black eyeliner, black shirt, black doc martens, black hair done up into two messy pigtails.

It was his signature look.

Our classmates didn’t take too kindly to ‘emos’ like him, though. He was an outcast. Hell, we all were. That’s why we sat together, after all.

The harsh opinions of my classmates threatened to erode my self assurance. I knew people were talking – people always talked. I knew the hushed whispers of my name as I walked past people and cliques in the mornings on my way to class weren’t a hallucination.

I knew I had to stand by my boyfriend. I knew I had to stand by Mahito, but the weight of their disapproval put a strain on my shoulders. Does anyone want to hear that their friends don’t approve of their partner?

Admittedly, he wasn’t a very good partner. He had demonstrated that much in the first few weeks of our relationship. I knew he wasn’t good for me, but, fuck, I wanted to try. I wanted to make things work so badly that I ached for it. Everyone else knew he wasn’t good for me, too.

But, fuck, was I naive to wish I could prove them all wrong?

In my eyes, he was only misunderstood. The ghosting, the red flags, the alarming behavior… I could see past it all because I loved him. My first love. No one understood him the way I did. How could I blame them for their concerns?

It didn’t matter how many voices I had in my ear telling me it was wrong. Soon, he would come home to me, and I would feel his skin against my cheek as I hugged him hello. That’s all that mattered.

How could that be wrong?

“It’s not wrong. How could it be?” I kept my gaze trained on my desk. My vision was blurry, unfocused. My mind felt numb and detached. I muttered. “I love him. He loves me, too. He told me he did.”

He did.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Choso and Shoko exchange a dubious look.

They didn’t understand him the way I did.

“He told me he loved me,” I repeated the words like a mantra, like a reminder to myself that I was fighting for something.

That as long as I was loved by him, I would be okay.

He called again that night. Earlier, this time, at nine o’clock.

I was in the shower at that time, curled up on the floor, sobbing into my arms. The water streamed past my shoulders, my arms, my nose. I glanced over at the screen through blurry eyes.

NO CALLER ID.

I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath.

Then, I let the call ring.

Current Day.

[12:13 PM]

[Automated]: you have 3 new messages. Play back?

[USER] Selected:

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[ Last 6 Years ].

[REPLAY>>] Message from 'Blocked Number'.

Transcription:

" Suguru, this is me, Mahito. I don’t know if you can hear me or not– I don’t know if anyone can hear you or not, so please use headphones, or something, I don’t know. I just wanted to call and make sure you’re okay. I’m gonna try and call you later. Right now you seem to not be answering your phone for some reason. Doesn’t matter, though. I’m not in a really good place, right now, I’m… surrounded by a lot of people. So, um.. I just wanted to say that I love you, and I’ll call you a little bit later, okay? Bye– kisses…….”

[End of Transcription]

[Automated]: Would you like to play the next message?

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“ Suguru, is this– this is me, Mahito. Um.. I just wanted to say that I’m okay. Nothing has happened to me yet. I’m perfectly safe. I’m in a laundromat somewhere. And, uh, I said I love you… I don’t know why you’re not answering my calls… You know that I always try to text you whenever I can– and try to… call you, but… I don’t know, maybe you’re too depressed, or some shit. Maybe you’re mad at me. I understand. I– what I did was wrong, I… What I did was idiotic, and what I did was stupid, and shitty… And I understand if you’re mad at me and you don’t wanna answer my calls. So, yeah, I gues… I’ll try to call you again tomorrow.

If you’re hearing this voicemail, but you probably won’t, um… I just want you to know that I love you. And I’m trying to do my best just… to see you again. You like pizza, don’t you? How about we do a pizza date sometime, yeah? Somewhere around next week, maybe. Huh? How about that? Sounds cool, right? Yeah, yeah it does. Um, anyway, I… gotta… I gotta go. I have to… do some things. Uh… uh… at least I love you.

And, I– I might not have brought much with me, but I have the little stuffie that you gave me. It’s in my book bag. Not gonna take it out because people are gonna know what my things look like. I’m always gonna keep these memories close to my heart. I don’t care what anybody says. Even if I go to prison, I’m taking this shit with me. Alright? Um, I guess that’s it. And… last thing? I love you.

Please, answer me. If you’re calling, that means you actually care, but if you don’t, then… it’s fine. Don’t recall this number. I’m not gonna respond. This is just some random guy’s phone. Okay? Um… I love you, and please stay safe. Please don’t worry, I’m still alive. I miss you. Okay, bye, I love you.”

[End of Voicemails Received on February 18th, 2019].

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THE WIND BLEW IN HEAVY from below, sending a plethora of leaves flying out in all directions. As I knelt down to test the current with my fingers, my boots sank deeper into the muddy riverside.

I sat on the bench in front of the riverbed. Wiping my fingers dry on the fabric of my denim jeans, I took a moment to take in my surroundings. The park was mostly empty, save for a few teenagers

The water always looked pretty this time of year. For a few moments, you stood there drinking in the sight of it.

In the present, I sat alone in front of the serene lake, surrounded by the picturesque beauty of nature. Lush green trees lined the shore, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The scent of damp earth and the distant call of birds created a peaceful atmosphere, contrasting with the turmoil in my mind.

I watched as groups of carefree teenagers ran around, their laughter and joy a stark contrast to the heavy weight I carried in my heart. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I averted my gaze towards the shimmering water.

I wished for the water to possess the power to cleanse me, to wash away the burdens that weighed on my soul.

The sound of the water rushing past was almost deafening, drowning out the laughter of the teenagers. It consumed my thoughts, leaving me with an overwhelming feeling of dread and isolation. I yearned for the water to offer solace, as if it held the key to absolution and a fresh start, but it remained an unsettling reminder of my own inner turmoil.

I had a vision every time I came here for some peace of mind. It was the same vision every single time. It plagued me every time I found myself in front of the water. It was an image of me, standing at the water's edge, and then, with a deep sense of despair, throwing myself into it, sinking into the abyss and drowning.

As I sat there, the scenery around me seemed to blur, and the vision of my drowning self played on a loop in my mind, a relentless nightmare that I couldn't escape. The lake, which should have been a source of tranquility, had become a symbol of my pain and a relentless reminder of my inner struggles.

It seemed to call to me. I could almost hear the wind carry my name.

Suguru.

The water always looked pretty this time of year. I sat there watching it for a moment too long, wondering what it would feel like to be enveloped by the cold current, to feel it wash me away.

And, again, the sound of the current grew louder. Deafening. Consuming me.

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raelle-writing · 1 year

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Build Jakapan Case Update + My Thoughts

It’s the middle of the night for me but I thought you all should know that it was announced that Poi and Build have settled in court. Both have published letters that agree and admit that Poi lied about everything and Build is innocent.

Here is Build’s Letter and translation:

And here is Poi’s letter and translation:

(Both translations done by @.yakibbb on Twitter)

This likely isn’t the end as her admitting her falsehoods will have to be a condition of the settlement and there will likely still be a hearing to nail down the damages she has to pay. But her settling like this confirms what I suspected for a long time: she has no evidence. Everything she’s ever accused him of came from her own mind. I suspected that from the start when she came out so strong and said she was going to sue him, and then just… did not.

I have some concerns. I will admit I haven’t been neutral in quite a while because Poi gave me no reason to trust her and every reason not to with her inconsistencies and Pinterest-picture evidence. I like to believe victims but i also firmly follow “trust, but verify” as a mantra. And I couldn’t verify anything she said. I could, however, see the inconsistencies and the coincidental timings and the conveniently cropped screenshots she shared as “proof” of him being so awful.

I digress.

I am concerned that since a mere couple of days ago she was slandering him live on TikTok that she won’t stop now, even with the settlement. I’m equally concerned that a settlement won’t be enough to clear Build’s name in the eyes of his neutral fans. I had hoped he’d take the case all the way so that the evidence would come out. But then again, this is a deeply private matter so I don’t blame him for wanting to keep his evidence private.

I have absolutely no hope that this will change the minds of people who are determined to hate him. But I do have hope that people who went neutral will see this and appropriately change their minds about him and this matter.

I am a bit concerned about what a case like this means for “believe the victim!” Since Poi obviously exploited that exact mentality as she defamed him, knowing it would ruin him to even be accused of something like this regardless of if he did it. I don’t think it’s a bad thing for more people to take the “trust but verify” approach… however I’m concerned that cases like this will be pointed to when discrediting real victims and dismissing their cases as simple misunderstandings. Because at the core of it, it seems like this was a messy break up that went really, really wrong.

I have no real closing thoughts here other than:

1. This isn’t quite over though I don’t know if we’ll get exact settlement details in the future.

2. I’ll be watching carefully to see if she actually stops with her erratic, defaming behavior or not. I’m not entirely sure she’s capable of stopping, so I’m concerned he may end up having to sue again if she breaks the settlement.

3. I think people need to be a bit more critical about believing people blindly BUT should still default to believing the victim in most cases to avoid using bad examples like this to discredit real victims.

4. This will do nothing to change people who are determined to hate Build’s mentality and I don’t expect it to. It was never about abuse for them, only blind hatred.

5. It’ll be interesting to see how Build’s life and career progress after all of this, especially juxtaposed against all the other Thai BL actors who are having problematic behavior come to light lately…

#this got longer than I meant it to #but I have many thoughts and this was just some #I also feel a soapbox about toxic purity culture and cancellation in me somewhere but that can wait for when it’s not 4am #build jakapan #poi #Build and Poi #build jakapan puttha #Build Jakapan case #Build

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lemontongues · 1 year

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i know some people feel very strongly about clark's secret identity being like, an Ironclad Secret so this might be an unpopular thought but. am i the only one who's pretty sure everyone in smallville knows exactly who kon is and has figured clark out by extension and then just like, very protectively sworn themselves to secrecy about it? like they all Know but if anyone asked them they would act like you're a very peculiar person with very outlandish ideas and not someone to be trusted

bc like. what happened in smallville when kon died? it wasnt a secret that he was living with the kents the first time, right?? so like. a new kid shows up to live with the kents. superboy coincidentally shows up in town at the same time. then superboy dies and conner..... also dies?? like ma had no way of knowing he would come back, so what else would she tell people? i guess maybe since clark had died and come back before she might have the foresight to tell people that he...... went traveling or something, idk, but even so, conner returns suddenly around the same time superboy comes back from the dead and starts showing up around smallville again??

its like. not exactly hard to connect those dots. i firmly believe that simon valentine isnt the only one who knew, he was just the only one with little enough sense that he actually said anything about it

#sage reads dc

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 2 months

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Religion is a mental illness?! For fuck’s sake, let people believe whatever they want to. I believe in God. You don’t. That’s perfectly fine. Stop being so rude about it.

Schizophrenia is a mental illness?! For fuck's sake, let people with a distorted, delusional view of the world believe what they want to and influence society. I believe in a cabal of walruses who monitor me through my microwave. You don't. That's perfectly fine. Stop being so rude about it.

"Faith is a belief without evidence and reason; coincidentally that's also the definition of delusion." -- Richard Dawkins

That's quite pithy, but it's also accurate. Here is the dictionary definition for "faith" in the religious sense:

faith | fāTH | noun strong belief in God or in the doctrines of a religion, based on spiritual apprehension rather than proof

Here is the definition for "delusion" in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders:

“delusion A false belief based on incorrect inference about external reality that is firmly held despite what almost everyone else believes and despite what constitutes incontrovertible and obvious proof or evidence to the contrary.”

Among the subtypes is:

“grandiose A delusion of inflated worth, power, knowledge, identity, or special relationship to a deity or famous person.”

Such as a "personal relationship with god/Jesus." Now, they cowardly go on to couch that in an unjustified exception:

“The belief is not ordinarily accepted by other members of the person’s culture or subculture (i.e., it is not an article of religious faith).”

Except, whether a belief is generally accepted or popular doesn't actually make a false belief true. This is a fallacy called Special Pleading.

You're allowed to believe in your god. People are allowed to be wrong, mistaken or simply not care what's true.

But I don't have to facilitate or enable that delusion, mistake or disregard, or play along with it. We don't live in the Dark Ages anymore when people like you called the authorities to have people like me arrested, tortured and put to death. I don't have to shut up to protect you or others like you from figuring out it's all nonsense.

Because I'm allowed to notice and point out that your beliefs are ridiculous, and are a delusion based on many things including ignorance, superstition, fear, childhood indoctrination, social pressure, primitive magical thinking and emotional reasoning, and that believing there's a magical space wizard monitoring whether you're naughty or nice, for which there is literally no verifiable evidence, is exactly the same as believing in a cabal of eavesdropping walruses, for which there is exactly as much verifiable evidence. You might not like that, but it doesn't mean it isn't true. (If you had evidence, you wouldn't need faith, would you?)

Don't like it? Keep scrolling or block me. You've had the power to resolve your discomfort all by yourself this whole time, without involving me at all, instead of making your emotional wellbeing my responsibility.

"You've always had the power to go back to Kansas." -- Glinda, the Witch of the North

My blog is for my thoughts, not yours. I don't demand you reconfigure your blog to suit me, yet you demand I comply with your sensibilities. You demand I allow your freedom of belief, which I do, but doesn't mean your beliefs aren't open to scrutiny and criticism, while you overtly deny mine.

That's like going into a town square, seeing a big noticeboard, and there's a notice, 'Guitar Lessons,' and you go... "BUT I DON'T FUCKING WANT GUITAR LESSONS!!" -- Ricky Gervais

You're arrogant and out of your lane. Get yourself back in order. You think my blog is "rude"? You ain't seen nothing yet. Next time I won't be this pleasant.

#ask #religious arrogance #religion #fuck off #religion is a mental illness

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sumeruin · 1 year

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hi hi, you take requests yeah? can you write yandere sucrose? like sucrose has been stalking the reader for a while now and they have meet each other only a couple of times, and one day sucrose says she needs help in the lab and gives the reader an aphrodisiac, then she ties the reader up and leaves them alone until they give in to her? is that to much? I don't know I haven't wrote a request before, sorry if this goes against what you're comfortable with writing. take care of yourself angle ˆ~ˆ

minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

dw !!! i actually prefer it when requests are detailed, it gives me more to work with :) this is such a good idea!!! also i firmly believe in yandere enabler albedo so part of this is me pushing that agenda sorry i hijacked your request </3 also i loved this so much that i am working on an actual fic with it but here is a drabble also <3

tw: yandere, noncon/dubcon, aphrodisiacs, drugging, dacryphilia

i think she’d just so hurt the first time you reject her :( what do you mean she’s creepy? she only follows you around to protect you!! she just wants to make sure you’re safe!! you might not officially be hers yet, but she knows in her heart that you love each other, she would know!! she even asked albedo, and he told her it had to be love!! :( i think albedo would be the one who first gives sucrose the idea to take you for herself, planting the idea in her head one day and then coincidentally leaving for a week to go gather some rare flowers the next day, making sure to reinforce all the locks and pick up some extra rope before he left :( i think that sucrose would probably invite you over under the guise of apologizing for her behavior, slipping a large dose of the aphrodisiac in the drink she made for you in advance and keeping all the water bottles out of sight so you’d have to ask her for a drink specifically :( she’d hand it to you and eagerly watch as you drank the whole thing, just waiting for the drugs she gave you to kick in!! she’d probably act innocent when they start working, giving you a soft, concerned smile while asking if everything’s ok before pressing her hand against your forehead, jumping back in fake alarm at the loud, embarrassing moan you couldn’t help but let out at the feeling of her touch. she’d give you a small smile, telling you that if you want something you should use your words and ask her for it :( she’d wait patiently until you started begging her to touch you and ripping of your clothes, and then she’d wait even longer. she’d keep waiting until there were tears streaming down your cheeks and you were whimpering slurring your words, too desperate to even comprehend where you were or who you were begging and pleading to help. she’d have planned to make you wait even longer, but she just couldn’t resist your cute sobs and teary, glassy eyes :( she’d walk over to you, start wiping your tears, quietly shushing your little cries and hiccups as you leaned as deep as you could into her touch. she’d press little kisses all over your body while quickly fingering you open, smiling to herself at the thought of finally being able to have you all to herself the entire time she took care of you :(

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ angel’s creations ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ angel’s friends⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader smut #genshin impact smut #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin smut #yandere genshin imagines #sucrose #sucrose x reader #sucrose smut #sucrose x reader smut #yandere sucrose #yandere sucrose x reader #yandere sucrose x reader smut

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Idk who to approach about this but I finished the 2 insomniac spiderman games to prepare for spiderman 2 and I'm having so much brain rot aughhhh

Spiderwoman!reader x ghost?? Enemies to lovers?? The tension?? Her lifting this beefy 300lbs of a man, wrapping his arms firmly around her neck and swinging through the city at night?? (⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠)

He loves his spider vigilante

Not a fic request in particular but I'm just *explodes*

OMGSKSKDND THE CROSSOVER OF A LIFETIME OH MY GOD????????? bc i loveeeee spider man across the spiderverse and now i’m just imagining what it’d be like if miguel and ghost met…..

okay but the spiderman games are soooo good. i played the entire miles morales game last summer and WOWWOWOOW love it so much. unfortunately have never been able to play spiderman 2018 but i want to in the future 😣🙏

now i’m just imagining a scenario where reader is swinging through the city and over an alleyway and wait—was there a man being mugged down there?

as quick as a flash, you swing through alleyway feet first and kick the mugger to the ground, sending his gun sprawling. and on the opposite side of the alleyway a masked man is just standing there like 🧍wtf

and reader is all like hey no worries you’re welcome i know you must’ve been scared—

and ghost is immediately is like “i wasn’t scared.”

you just raise your brow at him and scoff, waving off what he said but he insists and says that he doesn’t need saving and he’s fine on his own.

you roll your eyes, not believing what he said as you thwip a wad of webbing on the alley wall and pull yourself from the ground to continue swinging through the city on an early weekend morning to catch crime.

and, of course, when you meet the masked man at a bar coincidentally, the hair on your neck is absolutely bristling. your spidey sense is going crazy and you can’t identify why until a nasty bar fight breaks out just a little after midnight. ghost completely ignores it, hunched over at the bar counter when one of the men in the fight accidentally crashed into him. ghost knocks him back in place and uses his size to advantage—scaring off the rowdy crowd with sheer intimidation.

that’s when you understood that oh 😇 this man is actually kind of dangerous 😇

then he noticed you watching him, dark eyes peering at you from across the bar, and you immediately turn back to your friends, flushed in the face and spidey sense dialed to a million. whole body tingling and pointing like an arrow at him.

you’re kind of disgusted by it when that spidey sense brings you back to the bar again the next week. its half as empty this time but there’s a familiar face—ghost. of course, you don’t know his name, but you’re determined to learn it when you saunter up to his side at the bar silently, taking a seat one away from him when there’s plenty more room at the counter.

nsfw below 😭

throwing casual back and forth sarcastic conversation in close proximity only makes your spidey sense worse and the only thing that seems to alleviate it is when you’ve coaxed him back into your apartment and his lips are on your neck, groping at your body like it’s his property.

your spidey sense goes wack when his head is ducked between your thighs, licking over your cunt and drinking it up like it’s more intoxicating that that bourbon he told you that he loves at the bar.

it’s even worse when he’s fucking you, big sweaty and muscled and scarred body sliding against your own, crushing you to the bed and pinning you down like he’s stronger than you… he’s not, you think giddily to yourself as you watch his face furrow with concentration through the pleasure, your back arching when he ruts against a spot perfectly within you. it all makes your spidey sense run smooth and hot and pleasantly satiated by the time he’s come all over your stomach.

and just to see him confused, whole face twisted with shock and bewilderment, you push him off you with an ease and manhandle him to his back, pinning him down to the bed to whisper in his ear.

your turn.

you only know how hard his heart is hammering from the tingle of your spidey sense.

i know you said this isn’t a fic request anon but i couldn’t help myself—

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helplesslyinlovewithcharacters · 2 years

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meet cute - tasm!peter parker x reader

summary - meet cute, noun: an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, I know I’m late” Peter opened his mouth but was quickly beaten to the task of speaking. “My meeting ran over and then Lydia called – have you heard from her? She had another fight with Tom. How those two live together will never cease to amaze me. Have you ordered yet? I think I fancy the spaghetti today”

There was a startled pause as she lifted her gaze. “You’re not Jane”

Peter gaped at the woman before him. Throughout her tirade, she’d hung her jacket across the back of her chair, unfolded her napkin and smoothed it over her lap, picked up a menu and browsed the wine options – of which there were many fine, albeit alarmingly expensive choices – all without looking at him.

Now, however, her attention was unwaveringly, unnervingly fixed on his face. His confused, perhaps understandably flustered face.

“No, no I’m not”

She half-winced, half-smiled. “Yeah, I can see that”

“Sorry” He laughed; the sound small but only a little awkward.

“Sorry? I believe I’m the one who stormed over to your table and ambushed you” Carefully, she picked the napkin from her lap, retracing the steamed folds and laying it neatly between the cutlery. “This is Jane and I’s table. I was in such a flap I didn’t even notice”

His brow lowered, but his smile remained intact. “A flap?”

“If you couldn’t tell, I’m somewhat stressed” Embarrassment warred with intrigue as she shifted in her seat, out of place but not unwelcome.

“Nah, you’re breezing through it”

She laughed, seemingly despite herself as she gathered her belongings. Peter held her gaze when she stood, maybe for a beat too long.

“Right – I should, I should go find Jane and leave you to whatever you were doing”

“I’m meeting my aunt – got some big news to share” He frowned, but her lips twitched at his ramblings.

“Well, good luck”

“Thanks” He should have let her walk away. Peter knew that. Should have let himself become an embarrassing anecdote but. But he didn’t want to. He wanted more of that smile, and laugh, and those bright eyes. “So, spaghetti’s the dish to order?”

She hummed her assent, pressing forward onto her toes before letting herself rock back onto her heels. “Goes really well – too well – with the Spanish red”

Peter winced on instinct. Her smile rushed to soothe him.

“I’ll admit, its pricey but, coincidentally, it’s also to die for, so” A huff of laughter pushed past her lips as her gaze bounced away from his, shy. “Plus, you’ve got big news to share. Surely that’s worth celebrating”

Warmth flooded his stomach at the thought of this beautiful stranger believing he deserved nice things. Pinpricks of heat pinked his checks, colouring him with flustered satisfaction.

“And if the big news is bad?” He needed to stop talking. To let her walk away. But he really like the brightness in her eyes, the dip of her chin as she settled under his gaze.

“Then you definitely need it to aid your woes” Peter laughed, enamoured already, and begging himself not to be. “And, y’know, if you drink enough of it, you’ll forget the crazy woman who hijacked your evening”

“Not crazy”

“No?”

“Nah, just having a flap” Her laugh was high, catching in her chest. The fabric of her jacket bunched beneath her fingers as they twisted into the fabric meanly, pulling it further over the cradle of her arm.

“I’ll have to take your word for it –“

“Peter,” he supplied quickly, eyes following the dip in her smile, the creases it sketched around her eyes. Her smile lines were pushing him firmly over the edge, his heart stuttering a happy rhythm in his chest.

Shy under his appraisal, an embarrassed huff shifted the hair around her face. A spark of courage sent her gaze back to his. “Hi”

A quiet snort of laughter disrupted his response. The pink of his cheeks spread to his ears. Thank god May was late. “Hi”

The call of her name pulled her attention away, a glance cast over her shoulder. Peter found himself adrift without the shy quirk of her smile, the soft lilt of her voice.

“I should probably head over –”

“Would you – sorry” He winced at the interruption, far too out of practice for what he was about to attempt. “How would you feel about assisting a novice, such as myself, in their exploration of a menu you appear to be an expert of?”

Her teeth pressed into the plush swell of her bottom lip. A new surge of warmth flooded his cheeks.

“Well, given that you’re obviously in desperate need of guidance,” Laughing at her own performance, she inched closer to the table. “I could take pity of you, give you a proper tour of the menu. Friday work for you?”

“Friday’s good”

“Great”

“Great,” Peter parroted her happily, a giddiness bubbling in his chest.

The call of her name was louder this time, impatient, if a little bemused. Her eyes widened dramatically, embarrassed but bright with joy as she scribbled onto a scrap of paper before sliding it across the table. A messy loop of numbers below her name and not one but two kisses. He flushed with pleasured. Not quite sure why this pretty girl kept offering him such bright smiles and her number but equally unwilling to question it.

Spinning on her heel a touch too quickly, she rushed into the path of a waiter, close to toppling the burden of plates in his arms. A ramble of stumbled apologies tumbled from her lips, her smile turning to a grimace as she risked a glance over her shoulder at Peter.

Unable to contain the bubble of laughter in his chest, Peter mouthed “A flap”, his hands fluttering in front of him in a ridiculous imitation that pushed the apples of her cheeks back into a happy smile.

“What in god’s name are you doing?”

Hands falling to the table with a thud that was a little too loud to cover easily, Peter met May’s eye with a grin that was far too wide and buoyant to be explained away.

He was really, really looking forward to Friday.

#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker imagine #tasm peter parker fic #andrewgarfield!spiderman #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #izzy's fics

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[05:36] • y.j.h.

Pairing: yoon jeonghan x afab!reader

Genres: suggestive/kind of smut so as always minors dni, best friend's sister, kinda loser bc I always make it that way

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: banter, teasing, mentions of toys (specifically handcuffs), mention of oral (male receiving), mention of choking, alcohol, swearing, idk man lmk as always

A/N: hiiii back w/ this bc I thought of the second line and said aha let's write hannie and didn't look back at my 5893303 drafts! This is lame but enjoy!

“What are they for?”

“Sometimes seeing and knowing too much can be very, very bad. Hasn’t anyone ever told you curiosity killed the cat?”

“You’re not going to kill me, Yoon Jeonghan,” you chirp as you bob back and forth on your feet with a cheeky grin. “Not unless you’re using those whips, collars, and leashes for something very, very bad. Like murder. Or the gross kinds of torture.”

He’s standing in front of you, arms crossed and jaw clenched firmly. Like he’s standing guard to hide his little toys away from your prying eyes. As if you hadn’t already seen what’s in that dresser drawer.

Nobody would believe you, but it really, truly was purely coincidental. And a hundred percent to your advantage.

The man’s expression is unreadable as always, but you know he’s at least pissed off slightly by the questions he growls out.

“And what if I am? What’re you going to do about it?”

“Nothing! ‘Cause, it’s not like you’re murdering people.”

“What makes you think that?”

“It’s my instincts. Even if you haven’t answered any of my qu — “

“Acting all cute with that criminal justice degree of yours, huh?” He takes one step closer as he speaks. “But you aren’t good enough to ever get me to tell you anything so let’s just drop it.”

Intent on angering you enough to let the matter be, Jeonghan makes to walk past you, but you sidestep faster and grin at him.

“You think I’m cute.”

“… What?”

“So, how good of a girl do I have to be to please you?”

He balks at his slip of tongue and your question. You’re trouble. Everyone knows it.

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re trying to play but it’s not funny. Or fun.”

“If you’re somehow afraid of Seungcheol, don’t be. He doesn’t have to know.”

The mere mention of his friend’s name made Jeonghan scowl, a chill crawling up his spine. Because he knew and was informed multiple times in great, explicit details exactly what would happen to any man that made a pass at you.

“I’d prefer to keep myself intact, thank you very much.”

“Hm, I’d very much prefer you that way too.”

He thinks he’s going to pass out when your eyes shamelessly drift down to his crotch and you even go as far as licking your lips. You have no intention of making this easy. In fact, you’d like to make things very hard. In more ways than one.

But you’re also very well aware that your brother can be the biggest dick around. So, you meet Jeonghan’s stony gaze again with a smile, this time without a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

“But if it makes you feel any better, let’s just call and make him promise to not lop off your balls or whatever heinous acts he likes to threaten with.”

When you actually pull out your phone his eyes widen, hand reaching out in panic as he curses.

“Stop, Seungcheol’s gonna kill me!”

You tsk and roll your eyes. “No, he’s not. I’m pretty sure he likes you even more than I.”

“Impossible,” he scoffs out, “you’re the prized treasure of the Choi family.”

“I think you boys forget that I’m older than all of you. Cheol’s protective, sure, but all he does is keep you away from me. I’m starting to think the two of you are using those chains and whips on each other.”

Jeonghan sighs and mutters the only thing that comes to mind. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

It was a true statement. All the way from the beginning when you first approached him with a flirtatious wink, drink in hand, and asked for his kind assistance in fixing your bra strap. Only later that evening for Seungcheol to introduce you as his precious older sister and very clearly completely, absolutely, unarguably off limits.

But you liked to test limits and break rules, he discovered. Pulling him onto the dance floor, hidden away from your brother by other gyrating bodies. Jeonghan found out he was drunk on your alluring scent. Something that lingered consistently on his mind. Especially when he was alone in bed. The man didn’t dare to picture your body on his — fingers running up and down your curves, hand wrapping your neck… okay maybe he did.

But there’s no way he thinks about your giggles, the way you curl into your brother’s body during a scary movie, the scrunch of your eyebrows while examining a case study, or the way you chew on your gum way too loud in fear of what that might mean. Absolutely not.

You continued to tease him, though. A cheeky kiss blown his way when you stopped by the dorms, asking his opinion on a hypothetical verdict, an occasional nude sent to his phone after he somehow managed to secure your number, all the way to now. Standing close enough that he’s drowning in your fragrance once more, hand on your hand, easily able to pull you onto his bed only a couple steps away.

Unbeknownst to him, you can see the softness and longing he tries to hide behind a tough, cool act. Seungcheol has always felt on edge when his sister and best friend lock eyes because even that blockhead can see the magnetic pull you have to each other.

And right now, no one is here to block it. Your goal all along. Gingerly, you bop his forehead with your free hand.

“I don’t think you were listening earlier, but I like you, Yoon Jeonghan. Even more than my stupid brother does.” He doesn’t say anything, simply staring wordlessly with stars in his eyes and you can feel his hand slightly tighten its grasp around yours. You pout. “Say it back, loser.”

“… Why’re you calling me a loser?”

“You did mention cats earlier so, do you prefer kitten?”

“You’re such a brat.”

“Takes one to know one. Y’know I’m probably your best resource in getting handcuffs.”

Jeonghan’s tongue pokes his cheek. “No need.”

You make a disgruntled sound when he boldly tugs you forward, a whisper of “I like you too” almost missed by the ruffle of his bedsheets that the both of you fall upon. What you don’t know about is the unopened, brand-new box underneath his bed. Something he’d saved especially for you when he dared to dream that you might give him the tiniest bit of attention.

Of course, he never imagined that he’d be the one handcuffed to his own bed frame but how can he complain when you’re giving him the greatest suck of his life. The only gripe is that he can’t touch you (especially without your permission) but even as he begrudgingly whines, you assure him there will always be next time.

Oh, and Seungcheol? All your dear brother does is sigh and grumble that he knew it and stalk past, telling Jeonghan he owes him drinks for the next six months.

#ez.creates #jeonghan smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #yoon jeonghan smut #svt.smut

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mischiefmaker615 · 2 years

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My Variant

Rating: Mature

Summary: Loki is gone, where was he? in his place, President Loki shows up and tends to make sure you forget about the old variant and becomes curious on why he favored you so much.

You nearly fell out of your seat as smoke seemed to explode through the room, making you instinctively cover your nose as you looked around to see if the tower was under attack. granted you could barely see but the substance seemed to be coming from the labs, spreading under door and through the halls to where it had then reached you. ''Jarvis, open up available windows and vent this stuff out, are we under attack?''

''negative agent Y/N, but the cause seemed to have been a minor accident in the labs, no further actions needed for security.''

''as usual'' you sighed and headed down the steps, figuring it had been another incident caused by Stark and upon entering the lab you waved away the remaining smoke. ''Tony? was that you?'' you called, sliding your hand along the tables as a guide to walk forward. A figure seemed to stand up amongst the smoke, revealing it to be none other than Loki.. but he didn't quite look like himself.. he usually never wore his helmet but this one seemed to have the horns a bit shorter and his attire seemed.. political based. No matter, you were happy to see your boyfriend whom you've been dating for a few weeks now unharmed. ''Loki you know Tony doesn't want anyone in here and this is a pretty good reason why for once; you okay?''

"If Stark doesn't want anyone in here, he should have placed a lock on the door'" he told you and you froze. The way he spoke was a lot different then how he usually spoke to you. It was almost as if he was speaking to you like you were one of the Avengers or Thor for that matter.. the Loki you knew always showed you that you were the only one he cared for here.. his voice was gentle, understanding...

Your eyes move around the room now that the greenish smoke had listed. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but the smoke's color was a coincidental color was it not? And the way he eyed your body gave you an uneasy feeling, a feeling our actual boyfriend never gave you. The smoke, the strange get up, his vibe and attitude...

''due to the fact that no one but you ran over from that explosion, i do believe we are alone together..'' he smirked. ''I wonder why that variant favors you so much.. shall we find out?'' he asks as he slowly started stalking forward.

Other variant? You mean Loki? Your Loki? ... things seemed clear and in a world of magic and illusions, anything was possible that this clone couldn't be your boyfriend.. without a word you moved to the door, figuring it be best to skip the interrogation and find your phone at least. Your steps were cut short though as he suddenly appeared in front of you and you take a step back so you wouldn't ram into his chest. ''- will you quite fooling around- if you have something to say then just say it.'' You told him firmly, hoping this was all just a trick to get back at you for.. whatever you apparently did.

''are you asking me what I want?'' he smirked.

''..yes-''

''well i thought it be quite obvious darling, i want you'' he smirked, his voice coming out like a purr and a hand slammed into the wall before him as you try to walk around him, cutting you off from leaving the room.

You flinch a little bit, looking at him as seriously as he was looking at you. You find yourself backing, a hand reaching back and found the table behind you all while holding eye contact as he stalked forward and you moved around it so the table was a barrier between you both. ''..what is your problem?''

Loki smirked at your harsh attitude, knowing you still were in denial thinking he was the Loki you were accustomed to and the fact that the denial was that strong made him all the more curious and.. lustful as to why the variant favored you so much. ''you still think I'm trying to mess with you?''

''well considering all the pranks you've pulled before 'god of mischief', yes.'' You tell him but the both of you knew the truth by now. This wasn't your Loki.

''then I'll have to prove it then darling'' he smirked, almost as if he was playing along with her as he eyed her body even more

''p-prove what?''

''that I'm in love with you of course.'' He exclaimed, using one swift motion to shove the table out of his way and stepped forward until you backed up, having fallen into a rolling chair in which his hands immediately gripped the arms of the chair to hold you steady. ''or at least that's what the other Loki failed to do or he would have fought harder to be here instead of me.'' He mocked and you looked up at him in defense.

''what the hell did you do to him?''

Loki smirked as he gripped your chin. ''I hope you don't plan on constantly being difficult with me, otherwise I'm never going to get a good taste of you'' he purred with a grin, leaning down to press his lips all over your neck while moving forward so then the back of the chair meets the wall behind you to stabilize and immobilize you.

You gasp, finding yourself trapped in the chair and the only one blocking your way out was kissing at your jawline and neck. Fear filled your eyes as to where Loki had gone, if he was okay, if he was even.. your thoughts became hard to formulate at the feeling of his lips against your skin ''I want you.. to bring him back..'' you breath, trying hard to fight your feelings as your hands tried to push at his unbudging shoulders.

''and I just want you to feel absolute ecstasy..'' he breathed and began to nibble on your ear.

When you began to feel yourself tingle, you knew it would be to late to stop yourself and in one smooth and quite lucky motion, used your elbows to push off and slide down between his legs and got up, running to leave the lab. You of course dumbly glanced back, your stomach dropping when he wasn't there before running into something solid. You knew exactly what- or who you had run into because his arms wrapped around yours, pinning them at your sides so you would be immobile. ''let go!''

''darling, you do need to realize just how much I have to offer you without you trying to be stubborn, it only turns me on..'' his voice got dangerously low as he caught your lips in his in a urgent and passionate kiss, running his tongue along your lower lip as he almost moaned in his mouth as he had in yours.

Pulling an arm free, you quickly cover his mouth as he pant, your cheeks red and flustered. ''despite who you look like..'' you started and pull your hand away as he began to kiss your palm. ''-I want my Loki back-''

''I will be the only man you ever have to be around again. Anyone else who comes near you will severely regret it." His tone was low and lethal, expression having a deadly look that made you hesitate.

''t-they'll stop you.. Stark has cameras-''

''No one has to know about this my dear Y/N, i can make it seem like we're not even here.." he said and gripped your hips, his thumbs making small circles that made a small light glow of green formulate from his finger tips and it swirled around your wrists unnoticeably. The way his voice dropped, how smooth and seductive he made his voice and touch feel made your core awaken and your womanhood drip almost despite your inner denial of it all. once his grip added pressure, the mist like glow became solid and rope replaced itself so your wrists were now tied behind your back. ''Just to make sure that you don't get too unruly with me.''

You tense, knowing by the gentle yet firm pressure on your wrists you knew what happened. He released you from his grip as well and you both knew it was because they were sturdy enough to make sure you wouldn't get far in that position. ''u-untie me right now-''

''now which one is your room?'' he seemed to think out loud, completely blowing off your demand and before you knew it, you were over his shoulder, a hand on your ass to make sure you stayed put as he ventured out of the lab finally and down the halls; listening to a bit of negative language that left your beautiful mouth. It really didn't matter who's room you entered but your back couldn't hit the mattress fast enough, a bit uncomfortable by your arms current position but the ropes around your wrists became its green mist form again, parting so you had enough time to get your arms in front of you but much like a magnet, pulled them up so they became tied to the headboard.

''gods your so beautiful...'' Loki breathed, at the foot of the bed as he took off his jacket and loosened his tie, his eyes roaming your body before he removed his tie completely. Crawling up your body with his lips traveling with any exposed skin you had, he took a deep breath and took in your sweet scent; finding your mouth again before you could protest. The horns of his helmet almost seemed to frame your face and prevented you from turning away even if you wanted to.. but the fact was, it felt to good for your body to listen to reason. Although the V-neck was on his side, it wasn't enough and it came ripping off, earning a gasp from you in which he took the opportunity to welcome his tongue in and your wrists tried to pull against the ropes, earning a small stretching sound against them. his lips only pulled back to allow him to take off his shirt while his eyes admired you, seeing how shy you were as her cheeks lit up an adorable red at the sight of his body. "You're so alluring, how can you expect me to ignore you like this?"

Taking the brief moment you'd been distracted, he fully lower his body onto yours. Somehow it felt as though you fit perfectly against him, and he almost groaned at the way you were now pressed together. Loki didn't understand why you seemed to be so panicked, but a charming smile spreads across his face as you continued to squirm and avoid eye contact. "Have you never done something like this before? " He questions as his finger tips gently traced the skin along your bra, hooking a finger in the middle and threatened to pull. He then took your jaw and made you look at him. "Because I can promise you that I will make sure to treat you gently, and you will not leave this bed until you have been more than satisfied. Thoroughly. " His words grew huskier.

You've done it before.. but dating Loki for only a few weeks you both had been planning on it but haven't gotten the opportunity before this whole.. incident happened. of course this Loki didn't seem to be the kind and gentle type compared to how you expected your Loki to be..

''ive... I'm saving myself-'' you lied, thinking there might be a one percent chance of getting pity and a reconsideration to let you 'wait' even though by your dripping evidence he just soon discovered with a devilish smirk and a flinch on your part as he rubbed your core through your jeans, it was a complete and utter lie. The fact that you even tried to lie to the god of lies added the feeling of stupid to your mix of lust drunk.

''you need to relax and enjoy what I'm offering you..'' he whispered, knowing anything you said now at this point would be useless. He then got up to the foot of the bed and undid his pants. Even before he removed them you knew it wasn't your average size and your legs snapped shut upon instinct knowing damn well that thing wasn't going to fit. He seemed to read your mind and smirked, leaning down against the bed and his fingers gripped the edge of your pants from your ankles. ''then me offer you this,'' he started and in one swift motion they were off and lost behind them. "If I can make you orgasm with my tongue and fingers, you'll let me do as I please. If you can hold out for 10 minutes, then I'll stop and let you go" he said and smirked." Deal?"

Your heart rate picked up, almost in fear, anticipation and overstimulation by it all being so sudden, so new and so wrong of it all that it couldn't help but feel good at the same time. ''no deal-'' you stuttered and your cheeks couldn't get any redder as you made one last useless attempt to free your wrists.

''so much energy that could be put to better use my love'' Loki chuckled as he removed his final article of clothing that made you freeze, knowing your thought had been true even before the pants were off; its not going to fit. He removed yours as well after climbing back up your body, not caring if they broke or not and gave a kiss between your breasts before taking your mid bra section in his teeth and pulled. As you tried to protest, his lips moved to yours to hush you while his finger caught your bra and finished the job and with a small snap, came off and behind him.

Moaning in your mouth, you felt his hands moving up your body and kneading your mounds, his hands being the perfect size and you couldn't help but moan in his mouth as well. Feeling his lips smirk against your own, a hand left one of your breasts and was replaced by his lips, his tongue skillfully rubbing and flicking while the departed hand found your other lips. He stroked you up and down before his thumb found your very much ready special spot and your back arches in response, making his grip on your chest tighten in response out of arousal before his hand and mouth switched places. By the other hand working on your lower half, you felt it lower and linger at your entrance, making you tense up again as you quickly tried getting the words out. ''wait-''

Loki pushed a finger deep inside her with hesitation being nonexistent while she gave a gasp upon his intrusion. Giving a smirk he looked down at her and stroked her cheek ''my my if you give me this much of a reaction by just one finger what will happen if I add another?''

''d-dont-''

But he did just that but this time after both digits went all the way in he began his strokes in quick and deep motions. You began to pant, your vision becoming hard to focus and your skin tingled almost everywhere as he worked you. His lips moved down your jawline, neck and to each breast before he kissed down your stomach. His mouth eventually made it to your womanhood and his tongue attacked your clitoris while his fingers pumped faster and your walls clenched tight. He began curling his fingers in a come-hither motion while his tongue flicked and sucked. Any more pulling on the restraints and they probably would have broken their magical hold as your back arched and your moans started forming his name.

''gods.. L-Loki!..'' you panted, your legs beginning to shake but his firm grip on each held them spread open while he moved to rest them both over his shoulders. Your ropes suddenly vanished into green mist right as your walls tighten and you feel yourself coming undone where your hands go to grip his horns as you came, calling his name out as your vision danced for mere seconds and he still sucked at you as you rode your high.

Opening your eyes your loose grip released his helmet as you panted, moving to sit up once your mind slowly told you you were free but a hand shot up and to your chest, pushing you back down and pinning you there as Loki stood and got on top of you, smirking at his work as you weakly gripped his wrist and your eyes were drunk like. ''I'm not done with you yet darling..'' he purred and moved himself to your entrance.

Your eyes looked up at him in worry and he merely smirked as his hands took yours, lacing your fingers together before pinning them above your head. ''do not worry love, i'll make sure you can take all of me even if we have to work you all night long..'' he whispered before pushing himself in a little and your legs tried to close but he was in the way of each other. ''just relax..'' he purred, smirking at your failed attempt and added in another inch which made your grip in his hands tighten. A hand released yours and moved itself down again to your clit, making you arch your back and made him chuckle as it seems to be your reaction whenever he touched you there. Working you again in small but fast circles, whenever your breath hitched is when he added more of himself. ''hold onto me.'' He instructed and you found yourself willingly clinging onto him as his breathing picked up. In one smooth motion he pushed himself all the way in, making you gasp and grip but he made sure to not move to let you adjust.

You felt him tense, knowing he was restraining from rutting you like a stallion in heat right then and there. When you both felt yourself relax is when he slowly began thrusting, slow, smooth strokes. You close your eyes as the pain seemed to disappear all together and got replaced by just pleasure. Loki gently began sucking at your neck, knowing there was going to be marks later you will need to deal with and tangled your fingers in his hair. He seemed to moan at this and you felt yourself smile knowing you could pull a reaction out of him as simple as that. Loki seemed to have read your mind and traced a single finger across your breast to get you hard again, giving you the same triumphant look you had as if to get you back.

His pace began to get faster as his grip moved to your wrists, pushing them into the mattress beside your head as he got more rougher and sharper. ''gods you feel amazing...'' he moaned as he slowly started to increase his impacts, starting to ram into you as you tried pulling your wrists free, making him chuckle. ''even after all of this you're still trying to get away'' he said hungrily and looked down at you as if a predator cornered its prey. ''I suppose you're going to have to learn who's in charge here.. ill have you begging for it.. ruined for any man that dares to touch you... even if I need to teach you..all.. night.. long..'' he said between thrusts and you gave a small whimper before he dove his hand to your clit again, increasing the speed with no mercy as your walls quickly clenched on his cock. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down on your skin to give another mark just as his thrusts began getting slopping and your walls started fluttering. Right as you came Loki was following quickly behind and he devoured your mouth as you both finished, him plunging deeply inside of you and keeping you impaled as he filled you completely with his seed. You hadn't realized it until his kiss became gentler that your finger nails were gripping his back and slide your hands to his shoulders, catching your breath. He took steady breaths as he slowly pulled himself out of you, looking down in ecstasy while your eyes looked up at his own, matching his high before realizing.. he was still hard. A dangerous smirk spread across his lips and he pressed his forehead to yours, horns forcing you to hold eye contact as you shivered, knowing what was to come. You.

''now.. how about that deal..'' he smirked.

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sweetblinginrose · 2 months

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𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗻𝘂𝘁,

(Billy Hargrove x fem¡OCMayfield)

Samantha Danielle Mayfield finally decides to move to Hawkins with her sister and mother, as well as her mother's new husband and his arrogant son, William "Billy" Hargrove. What they are unaware of is that, gradually, these step-siblings will discover that the line between contempt and passion is more fragile than they supposed, and what begins as shared hostility turns into an intense and undeniable attraction that both find themselves unable to reject.

warnings: read at your own risk, as it includes a continuous sexual environment, profanity, mention of death and suicide, stepsibling relationship, sex, and all its derivatives.

autor’s note: this work is entirely my own creation. that is to say, i have not based it on anyone else, so any resemblance to any other work is purely coincidental, as i have been using this format for all my stories since 2019. i hope you enjoy the story. if you find any translation errors, something you don't understand, or similar, please let me know :p

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Chapter One: Shot Throught The Heart - Bon Jovi

Samantha Danielle Mayfield. Yes, Mayfield. She found the surname Hargrove detestable.

Ever since that fateful day when Neil Hargrove took Susan from the arms of the two young girls' father, Samantha has been unable to forgive her mother. She chose to stay with her father indefinitely, firmly resolved not to see her mother's face again, or so she believed. Susan had "betrayed" the Mayfields, fracturing the relationship between Max and Samantha to the point of only allowing them sporadic encounters, plunging both sisters into deep sadness.

As the years passed, they got used to seeing each other only on weekends, and everything seemed to be going well. Until one day, a letter arrived at the Sam residence, which read:

"Hello Sammy,

I am writing to invite you to my wedding with Neil in a few months. We are very happy and wish to share our joy with you. Also, there are some things we need to discuss in person that you should know.

With love,

mom."

Samantha received the news with displeasure, but over time she understood that everyone is free to decide about their life and that she had to respect it, as nothing would change to please her wishes. So, swallowing her pride, she began the search for a dress for the occasion.

The ceremony went off without incident. Max and Sam were playing cards when Susan stealthily approached her eldest daughter and whispered the dreaded words:

"We need to talk."

Upon hearing her mother's prepared speech, Samantha burst into tears. She couldn't bear the idea of her mother taking Maxine away from her. Her sister was almost her best friend; separating them was an act of selfishness, wasn't it?

Samantha's reaction was intense. She screamed how great her hatred was for that family, capturing the attention of all those present and ruining part of the wedding. She insulted everyone for the last time and fled in search of a phone booth to call her father, who consoled her, equally affected, trying to convince her that it wouldn't be so bad, that they could keep in touch and visit occasionally.

After the incident, they decided to postpone the move for another year, until early 1984, due to the girl's immature behavior and the deterioration of her father's health, whose lung cancer was advancing inexorably. Months later, at the end of 1984, the girls' father died, unable to fight the cancer that rapidly consumed his weakened body, leaving a huge void in both, but especially in Samantha. She decided not to inform anyone, except her sister through a letter that would arrive a month later, which meant that Samantha lived alone during that time, surviving with difficulty.

The news devastated Maxine, who informed her mother. Susan, very worried, called Samantha repeatedly, not knowing that her daughter had escaped. She called all the authorities in California to find her daughter.

Samantha distanced herself from everything and everyone. She left behind friends and family, taking with her only a letter from Max, some clothes, and the little money she had left. Just the day before Christmas, guided by the offers at the bus stations and the address in Maxine's letter, Sam decided to go to Hawkins, Indiana. Her arrival on December 24, '84, was a Christmas gift for her distressed mother, who interrupted her prayers upon hearing the doorbell. Seeing the familiar face, Susan burst into tears, hugging her daughter tightly and shouting for joy. The commotion attracted everyone present, who ran to witness the emotional reunion between the two redheads and the brunette at the door.

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Six months had passed since the death of their father, and five since her arrival in Hawkins.

Samantha had settled just in time for the start of the second academic term. Despite the widespread interest in befriending her, she only forged ties with a select and quite different group, as most did not pique her interest. Among her new friends was the one she liked best, Keith, the affable young man in charge of the game room, the Arcade, who offered her employment during the school year upon seeing her go there so often, forging a solid friendship based on common interests; two ruby-haired girls, Vicki and Nicole, with whom she shared lunch in the cafeteria and moments of hidden cigarettes under the staircase; and the charming Nancy Wheeler, who became a great ally during Sam's first days of adaptation. Obviously, in the best position was her little sister, Maxine, whom she sneaked into the Arcade and would give everything for. Despite all this, Danielle was quite flirtatious, so she liked to attract the attention of boys, flirt and play with their feelings when she went out at night with Vicki and Nicole. On the other hand, there were people that the brunette couldn't stand, the most notable being her stepbrother, Billy, and his close circle, except for the two redheads mentioned earlier. Exhausted by his arrogant attitude, the girl promised herself that one day she would punch that stupid face. The animosity was mutual. Even when Neil, her stepfather, forced Billy to take the sisters home and bring them from the institute, he occasionally "forgot" his duty, leaving them stranded there, returning on foot. To top it off, the intensity of their two characters caused constant altercations at home, always ending with Neil hitting and scolding Billy or yelling and blaming Susan for the behavior of his eldest daughter, which caused even worse behavior on the part of the eldest, who couldn't stand her mother, but after all, she was the one who had brought her into the world, so she didn't quite like the idea of someone raising their voice to her progenitor.

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